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POOL PARTY (l.hs)

MDNI! MDNI! MDNI!

PAIRING: brother's best friend! Heeseung x fem! reader

WC: ~7.3k (whoops my bad)

CW/TW: older brother's best friend, smut (MDNI, 18+) , 1% angst, family problems, fluff, degrading + praise (receiving), oral (both), fingering (receiving), protected (BE SAFE), choking (receiving), spit, hickeys, hee calls reader a slut/whore like twice, public sex/outdoor sex, drinking, assault (if you squint), jealous heeseung, he kind of has a corruption kink and size kink (?), inexperienced reader, lmk if I missed anything!

SUMMARY: Blaring music, colorful lights, free alcohol, horny girls, cool water: pool parties were Lee Heeseung's favorite type of party. When you heard that your older brother, Jake, was throwing one in your back yard for Heeseung's birthday, you took your chance to have Heeseung finally notice you. Luckily for you, Heeseung knew your plan; and two can play that game.

FEATURING: Taehyun of TXT, enha (minus Niki and jungwon)

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Much like every college student, Lee Heeseung loved three things: money, alcohol, and pool parties. You recalled this as Heeseung and your brother walked into the living room shouting about how “awesome” their party will be, raving about your parents finally deciding to go out for the weekend. Heeseung stopped in the doorway upon seeing your figure curled onto the couch, watching Twilight for the thousandth time. 

“Hey, birthday boy,” you teased, your eyes leaving the television in front of you. Jake locked eyes with you before rolling his own.

“No, you can't go,” Jake replied, annoyance coating his tone. “This party is for cool people only," he swiped at a loose strand of his blonde hair as it fell over his face.

You sighed, putting a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “Then why are you going?” You joked back. Heeseung laughed lightly at your response.

He walked to where he could see the screen before turning to Jake. “I don't see why she can't come, it'll be here and all the guys will be here to make sure she's safe,” Heeseung reasoned. His arms rested against the top of the couch, leaning forward as he came closer to you.

Your head turned to face your brother’s best friend, eyeing how his newly silver hair complimented his tan skin. He wore a silver chain over his shirt, the metal dangling dangerously close to you.

Jake groaned, rolling his eyes again. “That's the problem, dude! Tons of guys will be drinking and looking at my baby sister like a piece of meat!” He shouted. “It's best if she just goes to her friend's house and stays far away that night.”

Jake angrily tapped his phone, sending a text to his friends.

You scoffed. “‘Baby sister’? Jake, I'm almost twenty years old.”

He ran a hand through his hair, aggravation evident on his face. “Twenty, twelve, same shit. My answer is final, you are not going to our party.”

You shrugged in response. “And if I happen to want to go for a swim in my own pool with Sunoo, then what?”

“I’ll inflate the kiddy pool for you two.”

You fiddled with the tiny black box in your hands nervously as Sunoo, your best friend, examined its contents. “Y/N, I'm not sure this is a good idea,” he sighed, placing the object back in the box.

Your shoulders fell as you put the box next to you. Sunoo came to sit next to you, running his hand over your back soothingly. “Maybe if you would tell me why this damn thing was ‘so cool’ I'd reconsider my opinion,” the blonde gestured towards you.

You held the silver sun-shaped pendant in your palm. “It's embarrassing,” you mumbled. 

“Then why are you giving it to hot boy Heeseung?”

You slapped your palm on top of Sunoo’s mouth, glancing towards your door in a panic. “Don't say that shit so loud, Sunoo!” He raised his arms in surrender before you spoke again. “I just… It's something between me and him, and I'm sure he'll understand the meaning.”

“Ooh, did you two fuck on the beach or something?” Sunoo bounced up and down, hitting his knees excitedly. “Tell me EVERYTHING!”

You laughed lightly. “No, that's not it,” you traced the outline of the metal Sun. “It’s much more meaningful and realistic than that.”

When you were sixteen, your family took a trip to the beach. You had just begun to bloom into womanhood, according to your mother. Jake had decided to bring his friend from school, Heeseung. 

Heeseung was possibly the most popular senior at your high school, your brother a close second to him. You had sat at the bottom of the food chain your entire freshman and sophomore year, until you’d come to school after spring break with a completely new look.

It was the last night of your trip, and you'd decided to go out to the shore one more time before going home. You made your way out in your tank top and shorts, the sandals on your feet crunchy with sand.

The sea greeted you with its soft crashes, the salty, sticky breeze hitting you slowly. You closed your eyes and relished in the tranquility.

Quietly, sniffles began to enter your ears. Your head snapped in their direction, seeing your brother's best friend still shirtless and in his swim trunks that he'd worn all day. He sat with his knees curled into his chest, his brown hair blown askew from the wind.

You walked over to him quietly, sitting next to him with your legs out and arms behind you. “Wanna talk about it?” You asked gently, your eyes never leaving the shore. 

He shook his head as it sat against his knees with another sniffle. You brought your hand up to run through his hair, a common gesture you did. Stopping mid-air, you watched as his shoulders shook with the force of his breathing.

Heeseung’s body visibly relaxed at the feeling of your fingers gently carding through his hair. “Whatever it is, it'll be okay. I'm here for you, if you need someone to talk to,” you comforted him in a light voice.

He couldn't get himself to pick his head up, too afraid to have anyone see him so disheveled. “It's- It's-” he stammered, hiccuping between words. 

You shushed him, whispering that it was okay and that he didn't need to force himself. He lifted his head up, watching the way you stared towards the open ocean as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

He admired the way your hair fell over your shoulders, slightly wavy from the salt water. He watched a smile grace your cheeks, freckles and a slight tint from a sunburn being gently illuminated by the moonlight bouncing from the water. 

“It's my family,” he scratched out, his throat burning from his emotions. “They just, God, they're so shit. My parents fight all the fucking time, and then they expect me to clean up their messes when they throw shit and scare my little siblings. I come home half the time to one of my parents drunk as shit, high off their ass, or flipping their shit at one of the kids.”

He glanced at you, as if to ask if he could continue. You nodded slowly, your eyes giving him all of the reassurance he needed. “I don't want to go home,” he mumbled. “This week with your family has been the best week of my life. I'm not scared to walk out of my room or talk to you all, your family is so loving and easy to be with. I'm so thankful your family let me come and treated me like one of their own.”

Heeseung cracked out another choked sob. “I'm so tired of having to work my ass off to pay bills, and fix shit, and take care of my siblings in my parents’ place, and do good in school, and-”

Heeseung felt his body freeze at the feeling of your soft fingers wiping the tears from his cheeks. He leaned into your touch as you continued to hold his face, his eyes closing in comfort. “You don't have to keep this all to yourself, y'know,” you smiled down to him.

He lifted his eyes to yours, making your breath hitch. The delicate moonlight created a shadow over his face that only served to increase his attractiveness, despite his puffy eyes. His round, doe eyes had a white shine from the illuminated night above him, and you couldn't tell if the stars you were seeing lived in the sky or if they simply lived in his eyes.

“Heeseung,” you breathed out. “You'll always be part of our family.”

Heeseung wrapped his arms around your arms, his chin coming to sit on your shoulder. You let your hands hold his back soothingly, your palms running up and down as he breathed. He brought his face back, staring into your own eyes.

His breath reached your lips with each exhale. “Y/N, you're like a ray of sunshine, y'know?” He laughed, a perfect smile over his features.

“You sound cheesy,” you joked. “But if I can be a ray of sunshine for you when you need it, then I'll be your Sun.”

The two of you sat like that, the last words of your conversation hanging in the air. His face was so, so close to your own.

His eyes flicked down to your lips as he slowly leaned in. “Whenever I need it?” He asked, gauging your reaction.

“Anytime,” you breathed out, almost whispering.

His arms unraveled from your body, hands holding your chin and cheek softly. “What if I just want it?”

You closed the distance, pressing your lips against his, hoping to God that he'd reciprocate. His lips moved against your own slowly, never escalating the kiss beyond just that: a kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds, resting his forehead against your own. He laughed lightly, his shoulders bouncing with him. “Thank you, Y/N, for talking to me. I won't forget this.”

Sunoo sat with his jaw hung open as you finished recalling the story of your conversation with Heeseung. “So you two kissed?!” Sunoo all but yelled.

You jumped up and slammed your door shut, a threatening glare in your eyes. “Shut up!” You whisper-shouted. “The last thing I need is for Heeseung to hear you, or worse, Jake!”

Sunoo swooned in your bed overdramatically. “And you got him a sun pendant to remind him you're his Sunshine, oh my GOSH! So romantic!”

You put the box back onto your desk. “Not exactly,” you smiled. “Just… friendly.”

“Oh, shut up! You guys kissed all romantically, have you two been sneaking around?”

“Nothing ever happened after that, actually. We just went back to how it was before, with him being Jake's friend and me not being allowed to interact with Jake’s guy friends.”

Sunoo slammed his hands onto your mattress. “Okay, I see the problem. We have to kill Jake.”

Your eyes widened as Sunoo wordlessly slid his finger across his throat. His eyes were wide with exaggeration.

“Oh my God, Sunoo, no! We're not killing my brother!” You laughed, your large t-shirt falling over your gym shorts. 

Sunoo shrugged. “No fun,” he mumbled. He suddenly snapped his fingers as he got an idea, jumping off your bed and tearing through your closet. 

You ran over to him, catching clothes as he threw them behind himself. “Sunoo, what are you doing?!” You shouted, laughter tearing through your body.

He mumbled, “I know you've gotta be hiding your sexy clothes in here,” as he flipped your entire dresser drawer of swimwear upside down. He smiled devilishly, pulling out a white bikini. He held it over your body, his tongue poking from the side of his mouth as he squinted his eyes.

“Sunoo, what are you planning?”

“We're crashing that party, and you're crashing Heeseung,” he stated. He nodded once as he examined where the suit fell and exclaimed, “SEXALICIOUS!”

You giggled, the two of you falling into fashion show mode, trying on different clothes from your closet.

Heeseung stood outside your door, a blush on his cheeks. As he'd promised, he never forgot that night on the beach. In fact, he thought about it quite often. Hearing you laugh every time he came over, seeing you run around with Sunoo happily, the way you would innocently smile at him as if he wasn't thinking about how beautiful you were that night: it drove him crazy.

As time passed and you grew into the adult you are now, Heeseung began to think about how beautiful you would be in front of him, with his cock down your throat. He wanted to ruin the innocence behind your smile.

The day had finally come. It was Heeseung’s twenty-first birthday, the day that you and Sunoo had been planning for weeks. Your parents cooked a simple ramen for everyone, the cake being the main course. 

Of course, you'd helped decorate the cake. Your mother was only capable of making a sheet cake, so you helped her ice it with smiley faces everywhere and “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEESEUNG” being drawn in the center. 

Heeseung watched as you placed the candles carefully, wanting all twenty-one to be even. He walked over to you as you placed the finishing candle, noticing you were alone.

Heeseung had been planning for this day. At least, he'd been planning since he overheard your plans. He was going to drive you to your absolute limit, and put your simple plan (which he knew would already be highly effective) to its fullest potential.

He smiled at the cake, glancing at you. “Thank you, Y/N. This looks delicious,” he commented. 

Your eyes shot around the room. “Watch out, Heeseung. Jake might froth at the mouth if he sees any of his friends talking to me tonight.”

“Well,” he swiped his finger into the icing, gathering a dollop of white on it, “we'll just have to be sneaky, then.” 

You turned to him, mouth open and ready to scold him for messing with the cake (and your head). He smirked, dragging his finger along his tongue slowly. You watched as the icing spread over it, his tongue flat against his finger. He quietly groaned at the flavor. “Fuck,” he practically moaned. 

“‘Fuck’?” You breathlessly whispered.

He looked at you, licking the rest off of his lips. “Tastes so good, Y/N,” he murmured with half-lidded eyes.

 Suddenly, his sweet eyes had opened back up as his smile reached his ears again. “Can't wait to eat it!” He cheerily harped before walking out of the room, leaving you in a state of confusion and with a puddle in your skirt.

“BITCH!” Sunoo shouted upon hearing of your interaction with Heeseung. He laughed loudly, his tropical shirt and black swim trunks complimenting the sunglasses he wore atop his head. “He is so flirting with you!”

You walked out of your closet, doing a dramatic twirl in your bikini. You had a pair of glasses on your head, matching Sunoo’s. He clapped and hooted while you did a few more moves, including the iconic Elle Woods “bend and snap”.

Sunoo scanned your figure, from your curled hair down to your painted toes. “Are you seriously wearing an anklet?” He asked as you stood.

You looked down at it. “Yeah, what's wrong with it? It matched the pendant I'm giving Heeseung, I thought it would be cute.”

“It is,” Sunoo nodded, “if you want to tell him you want it to dangle over his shoulder, that is.”

He looked up at you, expecting you to take it off. 

When you made no move to do so, his eyes widened as he began to shout. “Oh my God! You dirty whore, look at you growing up!”

He stood next to you, eyeing the both of you in your mirror before putting an arm over your shoulder. “We could pass as a cute couple, couldn't we?” He commented.

The two of you faked it for about two more seconds before bursting into laughter, Sunoo holding onto your shoulder to keep from falling.

As you heard the door to your house opening, followed by boisterous laughter and shouting, you knew that the party was starting. You and Sunoo walked down the stairs, your gift to Heeseung in your hands. 

Jake's friend, Sunghoon, whistled lowly as you walked into the room. “Damn, Jake, didn't know you had a girlfriend,” he commented.

Heeseung turned to you quickly, his eyes going wide and his cheeks turning red as he checked you out. If he had been trying to hide it, he did not do a good job of it. He shut his open mouth and blinked quickly before trying to get ahold of himself.

Jake looked at you in shock and disgust. “That's my sister, you douche!” Jake shouted. 

“Is she single?” Sunghoon asked flirtatiously.

Heeseung and Jake both shot a look at the boy. 

“Off limits.”

“Don't even try it.”

The two looked at each other after they spoke simultaneously, both shrugging and looking back at Sunghoon with glares.

You came up between Heeseung and Jake, eyeing Sunghoon up and down. “Actually, I am single,” you smiled. “I'll be at the party all night, if you wanted to hang,” you hoped your attempt at blatantly flirting would get to Heeseung.

From the way his jaw clenched, it did.

Your bubble was burst, however, by Jake’s hand on your wrist. “Oh, no. No, no, no. I told you, you are not invited,” Jake dragged you back to the stairs. “Whether you live here or not, you will stay in your room.”

You opened your mouth to protest, only for Heeseung to come up next to you and pluck the sunglasses off of your head. “Why do you have these anyways? You do realize it’s nighttime, right?” He asked, putting them in his own hair.

You rolled your eyes. “Can I at least give Heeseung his birthday gift?” 

Jake shook his head no as Heeseung nodded at you. He smiled tenderly, his hand settling on your shoulder. “I'll find you after the party's over so you can give it to me, yeah?”

You sighed, pretending to give in. “Alright, that works. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room all night. All alone! The one right by the-”

“Alright, horndog, I'll be sure to relay the message that your brother will beat the shit out of anyone who tries to go, don't worry,” Jake began to push you up the stairs.

As Jake and Heeseung greeted more people, you watched the red solo cups fill outside your window. “Sun,” you called out, “do you think girls are gonna hit on Heeseung?”

“I think girls are going to flash him, too,” Sunoo deadpanned. You frowned at him, your makeup not being able to hide your worry. “Girls are going to throw themselves at a hot guy like him, but that guy out there was one of many who will be begging for your attention tonight.”

He walked over to you, rubbing your arms. “You are hot shit tonight, babe. If you want Heeseung to notice you, you've gotta flaunt it.”

After the two of you snuck back into the party, it took about five minutes before a guy offered to show you how to use a keg. Once you'd gotten that information, you were unstoppable.

You had about four cups of beer before deciding to take a break, the buzz making you dizzy. You let your feet dangle into the water of the pool, watching the way the water rippled under your feet.

The slight waves in your pool from people swimming reminded you of that night on the beach so many years ago. There was no way Heeseung remembered, you thought. You were probably just a kid to him, or a little sister. 

You looked up and took in the scene of your backyard. You’d seen it from your window many nights, but you’d never been immersed into it. Girls ran around with pool floats in skimpy swimsuits, guys targeted one another with water guns, your pool was decorated with LED lights and stray solo cups, and your brother was easily the life of the party. 

Currently, your dad’s expensive speaker setup for the pool was blaring “Beauty and a Beat” by Justin Beiber. You watched as a beach ball was tossed around the party, beer splashing onto the ground and water dripping down bodies.

You felt a leg brush against your own as someone sat next to you. A shirtless man with big eyes and an impressive physique sat next to you, his hair dripping with water. “You ever been to one of Jake’s parties?” The man asked.

You shook your head, “I’ve only ever heard of them, this is my first party.” The man watched as you took another chug of your drink.

He let his hand touch against the flush on your cheeks, smiling at you. “I can tell, you look bored as fuck. My name’s Taehyun.”

“Hi, Taehyun. I’m Y/N,” you smiled, holding your hand out for him to shake.

He looked at you with a confused smile, shaking your hand slowly. He then intertwined your fingers, his pink hair dripping water into your hand. His muscles flexed as he helped you stand with him, his pretty hand coming to steady you. “Say, do you want something a little better than beer? It tastes like shit, a pretty girl like you needs quality drinks."

You glanced at your cup, eying the amount of beer you had left. You chugged the rest, nodding as you swallowed. “Yeah, what the hell? I'm always up for a challenge.”

He cocked a brow. “Oh? I like that,” he held your hands as he led you to the drink table. 

You handed him your cup as he poured a mixture of clear liquid, lime, and frozen pink lemonade into a cup. “Try this. It's good, and it's not enough to fuck you up off one cup,” he smiled. 

You pushed the drink down your throat, your eyes widening as you swallowed. “Holy shit, Taehyun. This tastes like a fucking slushy.”

“I know, it's awesome,” he praised himself.

As you laughed, you felt a pair of eyes glaring at you. You hoped it wasn't Jake as you sound around.

Heeseung sat behind you, a girl sitting sideways on his lap. You watched as she ran her hand up and down his chisled abs, his hands behind his head. She whispered into his ear, a smirk crossing his lips, but you knew she didn't have his undivided attention at the moment.

His eyes were burning into you, and if looks could kill, the entire neighborhood would have gone up in flames. With a clenched jaw and raised eyebrows, he glared at you as if to say don't even try it. He stared at you so intently that you felt almost ashamed for talking to Taehyun.

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your trance. “Taehyun, do you want to try a sip?”

He looked you up and down. “I mean, sure,” he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close enough to have you pour the drink into his mouth yourself.

Your lips curved into a smile. “Flirting, huh?” You teased him.

He smiled back. “Is it working?”

You grabbed his chin, forcing his face closer to yours. “Only if you're looking to get laid tonight,” you said, sure that Heeseung was reading your lips.

You glanced at the boy, his jaw clenched again. He returned his focus to the girl on his lap, his hand gripping at her thigh. You watched as she turned to him, a gasp escaping her lips.

Taehyun smirked as he crashed his lips into yours, a much different kiss from the one you shared with Heeseung four years ago. His hand wove its way into your hair, his other hand holding your hip. He pushed your body against his, your back arching into him as you let out a moan.

He took the opportunity to insert his tongue into your mouth, clashing against your own. He sucked your tongue harshly, his lower hand gravitating towards your ass. You brushed your leg against Taehyun’s crotch, a low groan leaving his lips as he pulled away. “Maybe we should take this where we can't be seen by everyone, yeah?”

You nodded, Taehyun already starting to lead you to the side of your house. You watched as the two of you walked into the seclusion of the shadow cast by it, your heart racing.

Maybe, having seen Heeseung with the other girl and believing he doesn't want you the way you want him, you could move on.

Taehyun placed a hand on the wall of your house, your foreheads touching. “God, you're so hot,” he sighed, capturing your lips again. It was one filled with lust, with teeth clashing and lip biting.

You grabbed his hand and lifted it to your chest as he backed away and looked at you. “Are you sure?” He asked. “I don't want it to be the beer talking.”

You nodded, throwing your head back as he kneaded your boob over your swimsuit. He squeezed your mound in time with every jab of his tongue into your mouth, occasionally pinching your nipple through the material. You had all but cum from him just kissing and touching your chest when he was suddenly ripped away from you.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Taehyun shouted, bracing himself as he hit the ground.

You watched as Heeseung didn't spare the man a glance, his attention entirely on you. His eyes raked over your figure mercilessly, making you feel small in your own yard. 

Taehyun looked between the two of you, confusion and anger evident on his face. “Tae, go back to the party. You don't want her,” Heeseung said in a low voice.

Taehyun scoffed. “And who are you to make decisions for her?” His arms came to cross in front of his chest.

“She's Jake’s little sister,” Heeseung turned his head to face the other. “He'll kill you.”

Taehyun cursed under his breath before running off, hoping your brother hadn't seen your show earlier. Your eyes followed him, wondering if he could’ve given you what you’d been hoping for.

You glared at Heeseung. “What the fuck is your problem, Hee? You can't just tell me what to do!” You pushed him back by his chest, your smaller hands barely moving him.

Heeseung’s eyes locked onto yours, his stare harder than anything you’d seen before. He stared at you like you were wrong for kissing Taehyun, wrong for kissing anyone else. His hair, which he used your sunglasses to push back after jumping into the pool, still dropped some water onto his neck and shoulders. You watched as a droplet fell down his collarbones, trailing down his chest and stomach, collecting in the waistband of his swim trunks.

You wanted to lick every bead of water off of his body.

His tongue peeked out of mouth to wet his lips, his teeth catching the bottom of the two as his eyes fell to where Taehyun had touched. 

His hands balled into fists as he fought his desires. He closed his eyes, groaning in anger. “Go to your room. Jake will never talk to either of us again if we do this.”

He turned to walk away, taking two steps before you spoke up. “Do fucking what, Hee? Instead of me falling for that fucking show you put on earlier with the cake, I decided to go and find someone who was actually into me. Nowhere does that involve you!”

Heeseung turned around. “You think I’m not into you? You don’t think I’ve been fighting myself to not kiss you all this time?” He raised his voice, the tension finally getting to him.

Suddenly, it was too hot outside. In the cool night air, your body temperatures began to rise to unseen numbers.

“I don’t know, Heeseung. You sure didn’t have to do much fighting if you’ve lasted four years.”

He slammed his hand against your head onto the wall, much harder than Taehyun had. Your faces were inches away from one another, you could smell the beer on his breath. “I see your pretty fucking lips in my dreams, Y/N. I’ve had to imagine your pretty little face and how it would look if you were choking on me for ages, and tonight, I have to watch you parade around with your ass out and your tits barely covered? Do you know how badly I wanted to rip these clothes off you when you walked down those stairs?”

You held your breath, his eyes glancing to your lips. “What makes you think I won't just walk away and go find someone else?” You asked. The two of you both knew you were bluffing, an empty threat that only served to make Heeseung angrier.

“If anyone’s fucking you tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

Heeseung looked into your eyes, how they were wide with anticipation for him. He looked down to your lips, admiring how they were already pouty and puffy for him, begging for him to kiss you right. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your own. 

You threw your arms over his shoulders, his hand holding the back of your head as he pushed your mouths impossibly close. His other hand slid down the curve of your hips, holding onto your leg and pulling it up to wrap around his hips. You moaned as you felt his hard-on press into you, Heeseung taking the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. The two of you fought for dominance over the kiss, Heeseung winning and taking your lip between his teeth. He backed away, loving how you looked under him. “Go inside. I’ll excuse myself from the party and meet you in your room.”

You nodded, walking towards your front door to sneak back in. Heeseung jogged back around the house to find your brother. Jake was laughing with his friends, a girl sat on his leg as he played with her hair. “Yo, Heeseung!” He called out, obviously plastered. 

Heeseung walked to him, yawning. “Dude, I hate to say this, but I’m feeling super tired. Must’ve been all the swimming and all the beer, man.” Jake looked around the party, seeing how everyone else was still partying.

Jake put his cup onto the table behind him. “Do you want me to call off the party? It is your party, after all.”

Heeseung shook his head. “Nah, keep it going. I’m just gonna head inside and go to bed, but don’t stop the party. Keep it going as long as possible, actually.” Jake cocked a brow at him in confusion. “In my honor, y’know,” he added. Jake gave him a thumbs up, standing and shouting something incoherent, to which everyone else cheered.

Heeseung ran inside, practically flying up the stairs and to your room. He swung your door open, slamming it shut and smashing his lips onto your own again. He reached his hand behind your back to push the straps of your swimsuit off your shoulders, halting all movement when you pushed him off of you.

“Is something wrong?” He asked with worry.

You shook your head, grabbing the black box from your desk and handing it to him. “I wanted to give you this first. I think you’ll like it.”

He nodded, opening the box. “Is that for this?” He asked, holding his chain out. You nodded, helping him put the pendant on.

You sighed as you looked at it. “It’s supposed to be because-”

“Because I called you my ray of sunshine, I remember. I go to sleep thinking about that kiss,” he mumbled at the end.

 You pointed to your ankle. “I have the matching anklet. Figured it would look good over your shoulder.”

Heeseung looked up at you, the toothy grin on his lips contrasting the filthy words coming from them. “I know exactly what position I want you in first.”

He kissed you again, unclasping your top and pulling it off of you as he made his way down your jawline and neck. His fingertips fluttered down your arms gently, goosebumps appearing behind them. He bit along the bottom of your neck, leaving small bruises in his wake. You swallowed a moan, earning a harsh bite from him. “Let me hear your pretty voice, babe,” he whispered into your ear.

His hand slid to your boob, experimentally pinching your nipple with his thumb and index finger. You let out a quiet moan, melting into his touch.

He brought his other hand to your waist, his thumb rubbing circles onto the side of your stomach. He kissed his way down your chest, leaving hickeys all the way down to your free boob. You moaned as he licked your other nipple, the cold air hitting his saliva and making it perk. 

You let out a loud moan, hands flying to the top of his head as he sucked harshly and rolled your other nipple between his fingers. He pushed you against your bed, your legs falling over the side as your back lay on the edge. He continued to roll your nipple between his fingers as he kissed down the valley of your tits, down your stomach, and to the hem of your swimsuit bottoms. "Already so wet for me, why didn't you say you needed me, baby?" He smirked against your stomach, his fingers already curling underneath the material.

“You talked so much shit earlier, and now look at you. You can't even tell me how bad you want me to eat your fucking pussy,” he mused. “Tell me, am I the first?”

You felt his hot breath fan over your clothed core, your wetness showing through the white material. “Y- You’re the first,” you breathily said. Heeseung let out a low groan, a dark smile appearing.

He ripped the clothing down your legs, throwing them to the corner of your room. He looked down at your core, your lips glistening with your wetness. “Fuck, I’ve barely even touched you,” he let the sight and smell invade his senses. “So pretty, baby, so pretty for me. Almost like you were made to be my pretty whore.”

Your hole clenched around his words, the praise going straight to your stomach. He put his finger on your clit, rubbing slow circles over it before dragging it down to your hole and back up. He pulled his finger to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. Sucking your juices into his mouth, he closed his eyes and moaned. “Taste so good, might have to just eat you out until you’re begging for my cock.”

“Hee, please,” you whined.

“Please what, babe?” He cooed, the tip of his finger pushing into where you needed him most. “You think Taehyun could’ve made you needy like this? Think he could’ve had you whining for him like this?”

“N- No, Hee, only you,” you moaned as he pushed his finger all the way in, curling it to make your back arch.

He laughed cruelly at how sensitive you were, fanning his breath over your heat. He wanted to watch the way you squirmed over a singular finger, wanted to see the way you saw stars from him doing so little to you. He wanted to stay strong, palming himself over his shorts to the sound of you.

You moaned loudly, your legs twitching. Heeseung growled, his resolve shattering into pieces as he dragged the tip of his tongue up from your hole to your clit slowly, eyes rolling back in his head at the taste.

"Fuck, Y/N, you taste so amazing. Could eat you all day."

He latched his lips onto your folds, licking and sucking your slick until his nose and chin were shiny with it. He pumped his finger fast, a relentless pace building up. You felt a knot in your stomach building, his lips coming to latch around your clit and suck. “‘m close,” you mumbled, your head thrown back. 

He sloppily licked over your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the euphoria he’d been building you up to. He added a second finger, stretching you out and pushing you over the edge. You saw white and your ears rang as he swallowed as much of your juices as he could, the rest coating his chin and nose still. Once he was sure you’d come down from your high, he brought his lips to your own and kissed you, forcing you to taste yourself. It wasn’t as sweet as he made it out to be, but if he enjoyed it, you guess. 

“So good for me, you’re so, so good for me baby. My pretty baby, already all fucked out for me,” he commented, holding your jerking hips down. “Get on your knees.”

You obeyed, sliding to the floor on your weak legs, your eyes staring into his. He pulled his shorts off of his body, his hard dick slapping his stomach, leaving a string of precum attaching his tip to his lower abdomen. He looked at you expectantly. “Can’t expect me to teach you everything, not when you were gonna give another guy the same like I haven’t been waiting.”

You wrapped your hand around his member, the tip continuing to leak into your hand. Heeseung wasn’t monstrously thick, but he was long. His girth was what you’d consider average, if not a little above, but his length was longer than you’d imagined he could be. You used your thumb to spread his precum down the underside of his cock, bringing your head to lick up the trail you created from base to tip. He threw his head back, a pretty moan slipping past his lips as you put your lips around the tip and sucked. 

The tension in his shoulders released, his jaw going slack as you tried to fit him inside your mouth. He found it so cute how you tried your best, but so sexy that your proportions were so much smaller, that he had to fit himself in you.

You used your hands to stroke where you couldn’t reach, your head not going very far beyond his head. He moaned loudly as you used your tongue against his slit, his hand collecting your hair into a ponytail.  He thrusted into your mouth, his dick going down your throat and making you gag. “Shit, baby, are you okay?” He asked quickly.

You nodded, pulling yourself off of him. “I’ve never done this before, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he stroked the side of your face. “That makes this more fun. I can help, if you want.”

“Please.”

His cock twitched in your hands as he looked down at you, your eyes teary and your chin dripping with slobber. You were fully naked on the floor in front of him, your hair messy and your chest marked. And you looked so beautiful for him.

He moaned at the begging tone of your voice, the hand in your hair holding your head in place as he thrusted forward. He was holding back from going fast, you could tell. You gripped his thighs, your nails digging into them as you moaned around his dick. He sucked in a breath, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit,” he hissed, “I almost came doing that.”

He pulled you up by your hair, the pain making you drip down the inside of your thighs. You moaned loudly as he jerked your head around, littering your chest with more hickeys. “Trying so hard to be gentle with you, I promise. You’re just so perfect, want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Hee, be rough. Wanna feel you,” you moaned into his kiss. 

His eyes squeezed shut, a low groan emerging from the back of his throat. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He threw you onto your bed, climbing on between your legs and pinning your hands above your head with one hand. He kissed you roughly, his teeth grazing whatever skin they could.

His finger tapped the side of your lips. “Open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth, watching the glob of saliva fall from his lips. “Swallow.” You let the warm liquid travel down your throat as he said it. “Good girl,” he cooed in your ear sweetly, his stomach filling with warmth as he watched you. “Want everyone out there to hear how good you are for me. So bratty and talkative outside, and now you want my cock so bad you’ll do anything, isn’t that right?”

You nodded. “Want you s’ bad, Hee,” you whined as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. “Wanna feel you in me.”

You reached under your pillow, pulling a condom out and handing it to him. He ripped the package open with his teeth, sliding the rubber on easily. “Had it ready for me, you knew I’d be in you tonight, didn’t you? My pretty little slut,” he teased as he pressed the tip of his dick against your hole. 

He grabbed your legs, bringing them over his shoulders. True to your word, your anklet dangled next to his face as his matching necklace hung over your face. He pushed your legs closer to you, pressing you in on yourself as he slowly started to push in. “Stop teasing,” you stammered. “P- Push it in all the way.”

He threw his head forward, watching his cock disappear into you and bulge in your stomach. “S’ tight, s’ happy I got to fuck this pretty pussy. Can’t believe you almost let someone else see this when you know it’s all mine,” he spoke filthily over you.

He slowly began to thrust in and out, building up to a fast pace that had your bed creaking. His jaw hung open, shameless moans spilling from his mouth. His breath would catch in his throat, short gasps telling you he found this as pleasurable as you did. His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing until you felt lightheaded. He brought you up by your neck to kiss you.

This kiss was much softer and slower than the others. He took his time savoring your lips and their pillowy feel, he committed the feeling of your tongue wrapping around his to memory. He let your head fall back down as he brought his head into your neck. You felt the familiar tightening in your stomach that you had before, his dick filling you up entirely. He moaned into your ear, words of praise falling from his delicate lips with each thrust. “‘S good, ‘s perfect, all mine,” he said. "Ngh, fuck, feels 's tight around me."

Your nails scratched down his back as he ruthlessly pounded into you, a loud moan escaping him as he felt the pain. You moaned his name louder the harder he pounded into you, only fueling his drive. He picked his head up, his eyes bearing into your own. “Tell me whose cock is making you feel this good, hm? Who’s making this tight little pussy cum so hard, hm? Is it anyone out there, or is it me?”

“You, ‘s all you, Heeseung. Don’t want anyone but you, Hee,” you moaned. You felt your orgasm coming quick the more he teased you. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

Heeseung sucked hard against your neck. “Fuckin’ love when you call me that,” he groaned in your ear. “You’re my baby, all mine, I’m all yours,” he cooed. “Only this pretty pussy makes me feel this good, nobody else.”

You pulled Heeseung back down to you, “Shut up and kiss me, ‘m so close.”

“Fuck, me too,” he said, molding his lips to your own. His mouth caught your whines and moans as you came undone onto him, your cum coating his abdomen and thighs. Your hole spasmed around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm, making him release into the condom.

He panted into your ear, his forehead against your own. The two of you sat in that position for a few minutes, catching your breaths and kissing one another. 

He slowly pulled out of you, tying the condom and tossing it into the trash can. He came back to lay on top of you, holding your waist as he did so. He pulled your blanket over you both, bringing you up to your pillows. “Jake’s gonna wonder where you are, Hee,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he laughed, his hand intertwining with your free one. “Just had sex with the girl I’ve been in love with for four years, he can suck it up.”

You looked down at him. “You’re in love with me?”

He looked back up at you and nodded. “You couldn’t tell?”

“Heeseung, I was going to give up on you after tonight if nothing happened.”

“I was supposed to move on from you too, but I realized I didn’t give a fuck about Jake’s overprotectiveness.”

You laughed. “I don’t think he’ll be too mad. He does trust you with his life, after all,” you smiled while rubbing your thumb over his hand. He brought his head to lay on the pillow next to you, bringing your body closer to his. “So, what does this mean for us?”

Heeseung ran his hand down your side soothingly. “Well, Sunshine, even though I did it insanely out of order,” he laughed, “I’d like to take you out on actual dates and get your parents’ approval and all. Y’know, court you and shit. Treat you like someone I want to spend my life with.”

You smiled. “I’d like that, Hee.”

The two of you fell asleep like that. Needless to say, Jake was not pleased when he went to look for Heeseung in the morning. Your parents immediately gave him the seal of approval to date you, but Jake took much longer to come around. It wasn’t until Heeseung told him he wouldn’t ask you to be his girlfriend until he got Jake’s approval that Jake realized how stupid his friend was.

“You mean to tell me, you’ve been in love with my little sister since that vacation, but you’re waiting on something as stupid as my approval to ask her out?” Jake had asked one morning while the three of you ate breakfast together.

Heeseung nodded, pouring another bowl of cereal for himself. “Yep, pretty much,” he smiled.

“Dude, it’s been, like, a fucking month!” Jake exclaimed. “Why would you do that?”

“He wanted to wait for his best friend to be happy for him and the little sister,” you grumbled, morning crankiness being your worst enemy. Jake looked between the both of you, his eyes wide.

Heeseung’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did, his spoon aimlessly stirring his meal. “I want my best friend to not hate me for life if I date his little sister,” Heeseung corrected you.

Jake slammed his fist onto the counter, making you both jump. “Dude, I might beat your ass. Really,” he glared at Heeseung. “I can get over you two dating, but I won’t be able to get over you hurting her.”

“I would never-”

“That includes being an idiot and making her wait,” Jake interrupted Heeseung. “Ask the girl out-”

“Hello, ‘girl’ is right here,” you waved.

Jake held a hand in front of your face. “Ask the girl out, and make her happy.”

Heeseung pushed Jake’s hand out of your face, leaning over the counter. “Hey, girl,” he smiled. Jake rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, leaving his cereal on the counter. Heeseung grabbed your hand with his. “How happy would it make you if I took you out tonight?”

“Well, in my mind we’ve been dating for four years, so I’d be pretty happy,” you smiled as you put a spoonful of cereal in your mouth. 

“Well, girl, I’m excited to celebrate our imaginary four year anniversary when you become my girlfriend tonight."

NOTES: ohhh my gosshhhh this took so long to write 😭 never really written this much before, I'm scared it's repetitive or boring. I just listened to Beauty and a Beat and my mind was like "omg heeseung at a pool party yass"

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated, and my asks/requests are always open!

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Duskfolk Lalafell - an update to the original post

Awhile back I had made a lengthy post regarding Doc's particular clan of Lalafell but with stuff going on and some other players of FFXIV making beautiful pages for their tribes (Astel making an awesome Encyclopedia Eorzea style entry for some he and other made). So here is the updated Ven Tribe, now formally known as Duskfolk Lalafell

Duskfolk Lalafell – also known as the tribe of Ven or Desert Witch-Kings of Sagoli

                When Belah’dia was still a young city-state crawling out from the great flood of the Sixth Umbral Calamity, rumors persisted of foreboding cousins wandering at night in the Sagoli desert. Dark wizards who practiced the forbidden arts of Black Magic. The same feared magic that ended the War of the Magi with a great flood that covered Eorzea. They had many names, the garden keepers of Mhach, Witch-Kings of the Sagoli, but eventually became known as the Duskfolk lalafell.  The clan is noted for their nomadic lifestyle up the backs of domesticated adamantoise and a particular leaning towards thaumaturgy and some suspect the arts of a Black Mage. In the modern time, more members of the tribe have come to live in Ul’dah and other city-states, despite the stigma around their tribe.

Distribution: Thanalan - Sagoli Desert region, Gyr Abania (formerly)

Physical attributes:

                Due to the heat of the desert, the Duskfolk are more active at twilight and night hours. Their eyes covered with a nictating membrane like the Dunesfolk has an additional effect of gathering more light in low light and giving a night shine glow to their eyes when light is shown upon them.  Those Duskfolk that have moved into the cities are often seen with covered faces or glasses enhanced with magic to reduce light glare when they travel during the day. Skin tone ranges from pale to sun tanned depending on their role in the tribe. Their hair comes in many colors as well though darker hair color is more common. Heterochromia of the eyes is more common in some families of Duskfolk, where the difference in color ranges from unnoticeable color differences to outright different colors. 

Culture:

Every member of this clan has Ven in their names, though unlike the sultanate of the Ul’dah or lost Sil’deh, this name does not designate royalty. Though the moniker of “Witch-King” has been used disparagingly by those more fearful of myths and rumors of the Duskfolk, the tribe is matriarchical in leadership, being sought out for advice and wisdom on matters. As nomads, they have established great trade cooperations in the Sagoli in their travel paths, Amal;’aa and the U Tribe of Miqo’te as well as other denizens of the desert.  Indeed, the sight of a Ven caravan of adamantoise approaching a settlement leads to joy and news in Sagoli. Eyes are important as well, and rumors persisted among other races of Eorzea that one eye of the Duskfolk can see the future or past. This unfortunately led to many Duskfolk fleeing Gyr Abania during the Mad King’s reign in Ala Mhigo as his soldiers committed slave raids are worse as their ruler became more paranoid of conspiracy.  With the end of the Garlemald occupations, some Duskfolk have considered returning to region though bitter memories remain.

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A Calm(ish) and Relatively Relaxing Time

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Bowser, Luigi, Daisy, Kamek Relationships: Bowser/Luigi Tags: Humor, Fluff, Minor Character(s)

Summary: Wherein Luigi and Bowser were watching their Baby Yoshi and they’d only taken their eyes off it for a second, they swear, where the heck did it go —? (Postlude to An Egg in a Trying Time) Word Count: 6,774 words

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Bowser and Luigi’s talk didn't go as horribly as Bowser had feared.

Well — it wasn't like it was going to go horribly in the first place; the two of them hadn't spent a non-zero amount of time holding hands in that plaza for nothing. But Bowser had made a complete fool of himself in the days prior, and he was still reeling from the scale of it. Talk about a major screw-up.

...Though maybe it wasn't that major of a screw-up, considering he’d still managed to charm Luigi despite it all. Heh.

Still, they’d both agreed there were better starts to a relationship than Bowser’s hindbrain going haywire, so a bit of a do-over was in order. They still had the rest of the vacation, after all, to hang out normally without any instincts or surprises getting in the way. Which was fair. Bowser welcomed the chance to redeem himself, even if his vague memories and Luigi’s assurances softened the necessity of that.

And in Bowser’s opinion, said hanging out was going great so far! Yesterday he’d met up with Luigi to hang out with the kid as promised, and it was then they'd gotten a chance to have their talk, and even walk around and grab lunch in what he wasn't going to dare call a date for fear of getting his hopes up too high. And sure, he’d had Mario glaring at him from afar the entire time, but that hadn't mattered because he’d honestly hardly imagined getting Greenie to smile at him this much outside of his wildest dreams but there he’d been, grinning just as much back. It had been a lot of fun!

And Luigi had evidently thought so, too, as today was more of the same; he’d wanted to check out some of the shopfronts in the center of town, so here they were, minding their Baby Yoshi as they walked down the street.

Bowser looked down at Luigi — brown curls bouncing with every step, Baby Yoshi cradled in his arms. Yep, it's been fun having Greenie metaphorically on his arm, especially as his gloriously grade-A self. The rest of this vacation was going to be awesome!

Sensing his stare, Luigi raised his head to meet it. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asked, tilting his head curiously.

Bowser debated actually telling him the entirety of it. He decided not to. “You,” he instead smirked, and smugly delighted in the red of Luigi’s face. This was his new favorite thing, he was pretty sure.

Luigi’s gaze, averted in embarrassment, caught on an outdoor stall selling hats. He drifted over to it and the vendor cheerfully began giving him a sales pitch, showing him a bunch of hats to consider buying. Despite Luigi’s interest, the sheer number of options clearly had him overwhelmed; the vendor’s pushiness wasn't helping, either. Besides, none of the hats Luigi was being shown suited him to begin with — at least in Bowser’s opinion, anyway.

Bowser plucked a hat that did from a hook hanging above them; a tan, wide-brimmed sun hat he dropped on Luigi’s head. It covered Luigi’s eyes as it landed, and the end of the green ribbon tied around it fluttered under Luigi’s nose and caused him to scrunch it in a way cute enough to be borderline illegal. Good thing Bowser was a villain then, wasn't it?

To use both hands to adjust it, Luigi put the Baby Yoshi down on a nearby overturned box. As Luigi turned away, it sniffed. It stared off into the distance at something Luigi couldn't see because he was smiling shyly at himself in the mirror, at something Bowser couldn't see because he was busy staring at Luigi smiling shyly at himself in the mirror. The color of the hat actually matched his blouse now. Not bad, if Bowser did say so himself.

Luigi’s eyes flicked to the side, and all at once his smile faded to confusion. “Hey,” he said, staring at the empty box.

“Huh?” Bowser tore his eyes away from Luigi’s figure to focus on his face.

“Where’d...piccolino go?”

“Uh...” Bowser looked around. Oh. Good question. “You had it a second ago!”

“I...” Luigi, face paling, mentally retraced his steps. He searched the surrounding area, and Bowser did as well. Where did it go? It couldn't have gone far; they only weren't paying attention to it for a literal second!

Yet Luigi’s search radius kept widening. The patterned edge of Luigi’s skirt swished about his knees as he frantically spun every which way, calling for their piccolino.

“Greenie, wait —!” Bowser reached out a hand as if to grab Luigi, but he had long drifted out of reach. He whirled around to the vendor. “You! Where’d the kid go?”

The vendor gulped. “I — I don't know, I wasn't watching —”

“Whaddaya mean, you weren't watching?!” Oh, how Bowser wanted to punch this guy’s face in. But Luigi’s voice was getting farther and farther away. Bowser yelled in frustration, knocked one of the hat displays over, and chased after him before he lost both Luigi and the Baby Yoshi.

Bowser caught up relatively quickly, his larger strides winning out over Luigi’s unfocused wandering. Luigi’s panic, he understood; there was something in the back of Bowser’s brain that was also spinning off the rails about losing a kid of his, but he wrestled it down. Luigi was freaking out enough for the both of them as it was; he was already near tears. But tears and aimless wandering weren’t gonna help them find the kid.

And so, when Bowser finally reached Luigi he picked him up bodily off the ground with both hands. Luigi struggled, kicking his feet and hitting Bowser's wrists as if he could make Bowser let go with those tiny fists of his. “Put me down,” Luigi pouted, and Bowser was almost too distracted by the facial expression to acknowledge the request.

“Don't wanna.” Bowser shook Luigi lightly, as if to wipe his despair away like one of Junior’s old drawing toys. “Stop running around.”

Luigi’s face twisted. “Piccolino is lost,” he said. “Aren't you worried?”

“Yeah,” Bowser admitted. But this wasn't his first rodeo. Hell, he could hardly count the number of times Junior would up and disappear, even with half the castle watching him. That was just how kids were, sometimes. They always found him, though. And they’ll find their kid, too. “So screw your head back on, already.”

“It’s probably scared!”

“It’s probably hungry.”

Luigi scrunched his brows in thought. “...so...it’ll stay nearby, where all the food is,” he said slowly.

Bowser’s face broke into a proud grin. “Hey, there’s the brain I’d gotten a crush on!”

Luigi sputtered, blushed, and took a deep, calming breath. “Right.” He wiped his eyes. “We’ll find it.”

“Of course we will!” Bowser set Luigi down and adjusted his hat. “It's probably waiting somewhere obvious, eating its weight in who-knows-what by now!”

“Ha! It’s definitely got your appetite.”

“Mine? No way, it’s got yours for sure!”

They both couldn't help but chuckle, tension cut. But they needed to get back to business and make a game plan for finding their kid.

“Alright.” Bowser nodded resolutely. “You gotta ask around for the kid.”

“Me? Why not you?”

Bowser gestured to himself with a raised eyebrow, noting how naturally intimidating he was.

Luigi pursed his lips. “You look like a handsome yet concerned parent to me.”

“Just get to askin’,” Bowser grumbled, face hot.

Luigi got to asking, flagging down nearby passersby to ask if they’d seen a small, green Baby Yoshi around. Most of them were happy to help where they could, however despite Luigi doing most of the talking, Bowser standing at his five o’clock not quite keeping his own worry for their kid completely off his face ended up intimidating them out of giving many details.

Luigi glanced at Bowser after the nth try, one that had nudged them closer to finding their Baby Yoshi, but not by much. He beheld the results of the negative feedback loop of worry and the lack of leads and irritation that had spiraled Bowser’s mood down, down, down for all he tried to remain relatively composed, and his eyes trailed down to Bowser’s clenched fist by his side. Luigi extended his own hand. He hesitated. He reached out the rest of the way, and Bowser jolted at the touch of warmth to the back of his hand.

Amidst Luigi’s anxious expression, his eyes reflected Bowser’s assured words from earlier; to it, Bowser huffed, tentatively loosening his grip enough for Luigi to curl his fingers around one of Bowser’s own. Bowser adjusted his grip and carefully squeezed it, tension on his face chased away by the frenzied butterflies in his stomach crashing into each other about Luigi’s hand in his.

It was enough for the next person Luigi asked about the Baby Yoshi to give them more than a few breadcrumbs, pointing them toward the amusement park. “I hope it's alright...” Luigi worried as they drew closer to the wooden sign marking its entrance.

“It hasn't been that long,” Bowser replied, though he was still craning his neck every which way for any hint of their kid.

Suddenly, they heard a shout. “Yoo-hoo~!”

A blur of orange ran toward them. Luigi brightened upon seeing it. Daisy beamed back as she approached, but she slowed to a stop seeing Luigi and Bowser’s linked hands. She stared at them, and then at Luigi, brows raised.

Bowser could practically feel the self-conscious desire to tug his hand away radiating out from Luigi. But too bad for him, because Bowser didn't wanna let go! So he tightened his grip. Luigi sent him an apologetic glance Bowser didn't see in favor of glaring at Daisy challengingly. “Got a problem?” he growled.

Daisy met his glare unflinchingly, leaning forward. “Only if you're gonna treat him badly,” she threatened, “because if you break his heart...”

“Oh, save it.” Bowser rolled his eyes. “Peaches already gave the whole speech, and hers was way more intimidating than any crap you’ll say.”

“Hmph.” Daisy stood up straight. “That's fair. I don't think she and Mario would leave anything left of you for me to beat up, anyway.”

“Tch.”

“Daisy,” Luigi broke in before the conversation could escalate, “have you seen a Baby Yoshi around anywhere? We lost it.”

“‘We’?” Daisy did a double take. “You have a kid now?”

“No! Yes. Ah...” Luigi shook his head rapidly. “It doesn't matter. It's all alone; have you seen it?”

“Hm...” Daisy rifled through her memories. “Was it cute and little and green?”

“Yes!”

“I think I saw it earlier!”

“You did?”

“Yeah! It was trying to get into the amusement park, but got turned away. Argh,” she tugged at her hair. “It struck me as weird, but before I could do anything it’d vanished in the crowds! If I'd known it was yours, I would've...Sorry, Lu.”

“No, no, no, it's fine,” Luigi reassured her, tugging his hand from Bowser’s — to Bowser’s dismay — to flutter around her placatingly. “You didn't know! Did you see where it went, at least?”

Daisy nodded. “It was headed toward the beach, I’m pretty sure!”

Luigi smiled wanly. “Thanks,” he said, though he still looked troubled.

“Hey, don't worry” — Daisy smacked Luigi on the back in encouragement; he almost fell forward, hat falling over his eyes — “you’ll find it! The island’s only so big!”

“But it's so small...”

Daisy put a comforting hand on Luigi’s shoulder and jostled it. Bowser’s mood soured the longer it rested there.

“Which is why we should leave and go to the beach now,” he said crossly.

“Oh, hey, maybe I can come with you guys to help with the search!” Daisy bounced on her heels. “Six eyes are better than four, right?”

“No,” Bowser said, in a way that had Luigi frowning at him. He tried again. “You should stay here just in case it wanders back.”

Daisy laughed. “That's quite the sensible idea from you!”

Bowser grumbled. Luigi sent Daisy an exasperated look.

“You can count on me,” she continued regardless, clasping Luigi’s hand in a handshake. “Who knows? I’ll bet I’ll even find it first!”

Bowser scoffed, turning to leave for the beach. Daisy tugged Luigi back for a few extra words; Bowser side-eyed them as she whispered something to Luigi, elbowing him with a wink. Luigi rubbed his side with a blush on his cheeks. Bowser resisted the urge to march over and drag him away from her.

Luigi jogged over to him before long, though, and he matched Bowser’s frown with one of his own. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Bowser replied mulishly. “Forget about it.” He stomped towards the beach. Luigi fell into step next to him, concern and contemplation on his face.

As the two of them sped into a run, Bowser took Luigi’s hand in his own. “So you don't slow us down,” was the reason he gave, face averted and cheeks red.

Luigi’s face softened as he adjusted his grip and squeezed. After all, even in sandals, Luigi was still the faster runner of the two of them.

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Bowser and Luigi stopped short at the edge of the beach, heads turning every which way to see if they could spot their Baby Yoshi. They didn't, but Luigi did spot Peach’s beach umbrella in the distance. He ran ahead to it, Bowser following close behind.

Under the umbrella, Peach was sitting crouched over a Mario buried in a mound of sand. Deep in concentration, she was using the edge of a seashell to trace designs in said sand to make it look like a dress of scales. Her focus broke at Bowser’s laughter. “Shh!” she hissed, mischief warring with the scolding frown she sent his way. “He’ll never stay still long enough to finish if he wakes up!” Her gaze turned toward Luigi, as Bowser quieted himself. “Luigi!” she greeted him. “How’s your date going?”

Bowser's laughter caught in his throat. “Uh,” they both stuttered, glancing between each other and back again. Luigi pulled his hat over his face. “It’s not a date,” they tried to insist.

“Sure,” Peach smirked. “Though...” She examined the worried lines on their faces. “Something’s gone wrong, hasn’t it?”

“We were watching the kid and it up and went missing on us,” Bowser informed her. “Daisy said she saw it heading this way; you seen it?”

“No, I haven't!” Peach gasped. “But I can start looking. I suppose I'll have to wake Mario up after all. “

Just then, Bowser Junior ran up to them. “I found some!” he cheered, and dumped a bucket of kelp onto Mario’s face.

“Change of plans, Junior.” Peach brushed some kelp off Mario’s forehead. “The Baby Yoshi’s gone missing, and we need to help Luigi and your dad search for it.”

“Oh.” Junior drooped. But he bounced back quickly, claiming that finding the Baby Yoshi would be easy. For all their sakes, Bowser hoped he was right.

The group agreed to split up; Peach, Junior, and Mario would search one half of the beach. while Luigi and Bowser would search the other. Their discussion roused Mario, who blinked owlishly at the predicament he found himself in. Luigi offered him a brief wave as Peach filled him in before he and Bowser hurried off for their part of the search.

Unfortunately, they hit the end of the beach with no sign of their kid. Hoping that the Baby Yoshi was on the other side of the beach, or that it had decided to continue onwards on its journey to stress its guardians out something fierce, they waited for a text message from Peach or Mario while they followed a nearby path that wound through trees and eventually split into two.

They found Mayor Pauline rummaging through her purse at the intersection, and she spared a moment to greet them. “Oh, you don't have whatever it was under your shirt anymore,” she remarked to Luigi.

“That was a Yoshi egg, actually, and it's a baby Yoshi now,” Luigi sheepishly explained. “A baby Yoshi that’s lost. Have you seen it?”

“No, I haven't.” Pauline frowned. “I’ll keep an eye out, though. I did see — Kamek, was it? — skulking about down that path over there.” She pointed to said path. “Maybe he had something to do with it?”

“What kind of assumption is that?” Bowser glared.

“I don't know!” Pauline crossed her arms defensively. “Mario mentioned once that he had something against the Yoshis! It was just a guess!”

Bowser sneered at her. Was Mario wrong? No, though it pained to admit. But still, Kamek knew better than to mess with one of his kids. But speaking of Kamek, he’d probably have a spell that could find the kid quickly, so maybe they should go find him. Bowser said as much to Luigi, who agreed.

“Before you go,” Pauline said, “Do you know where I can find Princess Peach? I’ve got something to...to give to her.”

Pauline tried to keep a straight face while giving her request, but the color on her cheeks betrayed her. It darkened at Luigi’s visible amusement. “She’s at the beach,” he told her. “She’ll be thrilled to see you!”

As Pauline stammered a thanks and hurried off, Luigi and Bowser continued on down the path she’d indicated. Along the way, Bowser couldn't help but wonder aloud why Pauline was acting weird about seeing Peach. When Luigi told him the reason, Bowser’s resulting cackling earned him a surprisingly strong shove for someone of Luigi’s size. It didn't put a dent in Bowser’s amused incredulity, though. At least he could say she had good taste, he supposed.

That amusement lasted until they got farther down the path and came across a tree. If it was a tree on the side of the road, it wouldn't be very remarkable, but this particular one was smack-dab in the middle of it, growing straight out of the cracked asphalt.

“Interesting urban planning decision,” Bowser remarked, examining it.

“I...don't think this was on purpose?” Luigi plucked a bright red fruit from a branch. “These trees aren't even native to the island!” He noticed more trees beyond this one, in a misshapen line stretching out down the path. “How’d they get here?”

Bowser peered over Luigi’s shoulder at the fruit. He reached over Luigi’s shoulder to pick another one off the ground. That one had a bite mark in it. A bite mark that, even after only two days, Bowser knew like the back of his hand.

They both stared at it. As one, they looked forward to the line of trees, each one having scattered half-eaten fruit at its base. They shared a glance. They sprinted down the path.

---

The trail of half-eaten fruit led them to a park. With the lack of any additional fruit trees in the vicinity, they searched for where to go next.

“I think I saw some fruit over — yikes!” Luigi ducked, and a frisbee whizzed through the space where his head just was.

“Watch it!” Bowser snarled at the group of kids who’d thrown it.

“Bowser,” Luigi admonished him, picking up the frisbee and throwing it back. The kids scattered as soon as they caught it.

“What?” Bowser said, completely unapologetic. Luigi had almost gotten hurt, after all! “What were you saying?” he asked, getting back on track.

Luigi sighed, but decided to let it go. “There’s some more fruit over there,” Luigi pointed to the new trail of it curving around the concrete path. They followed it until it veered into the grass and stopped in front of a curtain of foliage. Bowser parted the leaves and there was a path: dirt-floored, overgrown, seemingly rarely visited. Luigi ducked under Bowser’s arm to proceed onwards, and the curtain fell closed as Bowser followed.

Bowser had little trouble stepping on and over the branches and brambles and roots, inadvertently paving a way forward, but Luigi’s open-toed sandals forced him to slow down, and his cute skirt getting caught on low-resting branches wasn't helping either, even as he found himself in Bowser’s wake instead of in front of him like he’d started.

“You go on ahead,” Luigi told Bowser when he turned back in concern. His face was screwed in concentration with the effort to navigate the path, tongue poking out. “I’ll...catch up soon!”

Instead of doing that, Bowser watched Luigi struggle for a little bit longer, huffed fondly, closed the distance between them, and picked Luigi up to sit him on his shoulder. Luigi yelped in surprise.

“W-warn a guy first, will ya?!” Luigi exclaimed, one hand on his hat and the other gripping Bowser’s horn tightly. He was smiling, though, and Bowser playfully shrugged his shoulder to jostle him until he got comfortable enough for his grip to loosen.

Up this high, Luigi was clear of all that was giving him trouble moving before, so the two of them were free to continue on at a brisker pace. As thanks, Luigi patted Bowser on the head; Bowser acknowledged the touch with a nudge to Luigi’s side with his head that accidentally turned into more of a nuzzle. He thought he’d be able to get away with the slip-up, but given that Luigi carded a hand through Bowser’s hair right after, maybe he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought. And given that Luigi kept up the motion as they walked, maybe it didn't matter at all.

Regardless, onward they went, to hopefully either find their Baby Yoshi or find Kamek, for him to help them search for it.

---

The path opened up to a clearing that, in contrast to the path itself, was incredibly well-kept and peaceful as far as groves went. Near the middle of it, leaning against a large stone, was Kamek, working away at some crochet.

“Look alive, old man!” Bowser shouted, shocking Kamek into dropping his yarn. “You’ve got somethin’ to do for me!”

“Lord Bowser,” Kamek greeted him. “What fortunate timing. I believe I have something you can do for me. And that thing is retrieving what you’ve gone and lost.” He pointed his crochet hook towards a nearby pond, where near the edge walking towards them was —

“Piccolino!” Luigi leapt off Bowser’s shoulder, Bowser too slow to catch him. He landed, slipped, hit the ground, stumbled to his feet, and ran over to their kid. In those motions he lost a sandal, and Bowser bent to pick it up. He watched Luigi kneel on the ground, tearfully cradling and scolding their kid, and something in his chest settled.

“How’d you find it?” Bowser asked Kamek, as Luigi pressed his face into the crown of the kid’s head.

“It was just wandering around, without a care in the world.” Kamek rolled his eyes. “Honestly, were you so distracted to lose a single Baby Yoshi?”

“Well, yeah.” Bowser shrugged. “Just look at him.”

Kamek scoffed.

“Thank you so much, Kamek,” Luigi said, voice still thick with tears.

“Don't mention it,” Kamek replied. “Don't,” he said again as Luigi opened his mouth again. “Just get the brat on a leash, so I never have to do this again.”

Luigi sniffled. Kamek’s stern look melted away with a sigh, and he floated a handkerchief to him to wipe his eyes with. As Luigi blew his nose, the Baby Yoshi babbled up at him. Luigi patted it on the head.

After all of today’s worries, there was little left for Luigi to do now that they were resolved besides slump to the ground in exhaustion. So he did, Bowser sitting next to him. The Baby Yoshi, meanwhile, squirmed out of Luigi’s grip and waddled off. Luigi and Bowser watched it like a hawk, but all it did was find the nearest apple and roll it over to Luigi with a concerned-sounding chirp. Bowser and Luigi both relaxed.

“You’re gonna be the death of us, kid,” Bowser said to it. Its response was to reach for him. Bowser obligingly gave it a claw, and it sang a little tune as it grabbed hold.

With the claws on his other hand, Bowser cut the apple into three pieces. One to feed to himself, one to feed to the kid, and one to feed to —

The fruit in Bowser’s hand stopped mid-journey to Luigi’s mouth.

Wait.

Luigi was staring at him, face red. There was no way Bowser’s wasn't the same as he stared back. Yet he remained frozen in place, the silence stretching into eternity as he scrambled to escape this painfully awkward situation. What Bowser should have done was retract his arm and refuse to acknowledge that the moment had ever happened. But no, instead of doing anything sensible like that, Bowser pushed his hand forward and all but stuffed the apple slice into Luigi’s mouth. Because of course he did.

Luigi made a noise of surprise as it happened. “...Thanks?” he mumbled confusedly around the mouthful, and the urge to curl up into his shell and hide crept up Bowser’s spine. But of course he wasn't going to do that, because it was the coward's way out, and he was no coward!

...He really wanted to, though.

During Bowser’s crisis of embarrassment, Luigi chewed, swallowed, and sat up, the Baby Yoshi in his lap. He didn't meet Bowser’s gaze; though his embarrassment wasn't as grand as Bowser’s it was nonetheless very much present. His attention lingered on Kamek, who was busy examining his crochet. “Hey Kamek, what’re ya making?” Luigi asked.

“...nothing.”

Bowser squinted at the shape the loops of yarn were forming. “What are you making a hat for?”

“None of your business.”

That was kind of a tiny hat, wasn't it? Almost the size of a... “I thought you didn't like Yoshis.”

“Who said this was for your Yoshi?”

“You did.”

“I —” Kamek scowled. Bowser grinned. Hah, he never got to outsmart the old man like that! He grinned at Luigi, too, who offered a bemused thumbs up in what was definitely congratulations, he was sure!.

“That’s nice of you! It'll love it!” Luigi cheered. Kamek’s eye twitched.

“As if the kid didn't like you already!” Bowser laughed, loud and boisterous. “Just admit you like it back! Heck, maybe you should tell it — it's not like it won't be happy to hear it!”

“Truly? You know, I’m not so sure,” Kamek deadpanned. “Maybe I should wait a season and a half before doing so, in case something goes wrong, and it decides to ‘hate me forever’ for it, hm?”

...That was a low blow.

“A season and a half...?” Luigi repeated, brow scrunched at the sly lilt to Kamek’s words.

“Uh!” Bowser stiffened. “N-no, he’s just being stupid — exaggerating — it wasn't that long...”

“Exaggeration, is it...?” Kamek lazily propped his chin on his hand. “You know, on second thought, maybe I should pester someone in the dead of night to come up with a way to remove all my feelings entirely because they’re too confusing for me to handle.”

“Old man if you don't shut up right now I swear I’m gonna —”

“Going to what? Pretend I’m a mirror and talk yourself hoarse about —”

“Kamek!”

Kamek cackled, sitting back and picking up his crochet work again. Bowser fumed at the failure to intimidate him into shutting his trap before —

“...you tried to remove your feelings for me?”

“No!” Bowser snapped his head down to meet Luigi's slack-jawed stare with his own wide-eyed one. “That's stupid! Why would I do that? I didn't do that!”

“Why?”

“I—! Because—!” How was Bowser supposed to explain how half his universe turned upside down after that damn kart race? How he’d watched Luigi claw his way to first place in the final race of the Grand Prix, utilizing all sorts of tricks and treachery he never would have expected him to be capable of? And how the image of Luigi on the podium, sheepishly holding his trophy aloft, nose still bleeding a little from when he’d fallen flat on his face when he’d tried to get out of his kart after the race had ended, had stuck in Bowser’s mind for the rest of the day, and the next, and the next, and the next? Or how Bowser’s idle curiosity about a hero’s sidekick like Luigi having a hidden ruthless side had grown until he’d found himself watching him for another sign of it, and even though he’d just kept getting his usual goody-goody behavior over and over again he’d stubbornly kept observing him, hoping to see Luigi finally slip up and do something else just as interesting? How weeks later, during some downtime at one of the tennis tournaments, Bowser had looked across at Luigi returning a lost ball to a child, a scratch on his chin from a mishap during the search for it, a bright yet soft smile sitting on his face, and had been slammed with the realization that Luigi’s usual goody-goody behavior had inexplicably become the interesting thing he was watching for? And how said behavior had somehow transitioned from interesting to endearing in the meantime? And how it felt when he’d prodded at the reason why, and in doing so crashed the status quo of liking Peach all around his ears, leaving him standing in the rubble of it with no idea what to do next in the absence of the familiar and faced with the unknown?

“...It was a stupid idea and I'm not doing it, so stop looking at me like that,” Bowser settled on saying. “I’d regret it, anyways,” he added, and Luigi’s face softened.

“Would you?”

“Yeah.”

With a complete lack of ceremony, the Baby Yoshi kicked its legs and tipped itself sideways out of Luigi’s lap, snapping Luigi and Bowser out of the spellbound staring at each other they had settled into. As it righted itself and milled around the pair, Luigi caught it by the arm to stop it for long enough to press a kiss to the top of its head and regard it thoughtfully. “Why did you run away from us, I wonder?”

“Like I said before” — Bowser crossed his arms, consciously and adamantly refusing to be jealous of a child, of all things — “it was probably hungry. Or maybe it was just bored.”

Luigi hummed, considering. The Baby Yoshi toddled away, then back; Luigi stroked the Baby’s head, and it hummed. “I guess we’re hardly doing anything interesting, as grownups. Not when we’re on a...” Luigi stopped. He glanced at Bowser, unsure.

“...a date?” They both chuckled sheepishly.

“If this is a — a date, then isn't this kid supposed to be being babysat right now? So we can have time to ourselves or whatever?”

“Hm...” Luigi glanced at Kamek. “Hey, Kamek?” Luigi called, voice saccharine.

“What?” Kamek studied Luigi’s face. He realized what Luigi wanted to ask. “Absolutely not,” he scowled. “No,” he repeated as Luigi’s gaze turned hopeful.

“Please?” Luigi added a pout to round out the pleading image.

“No,” Kamek said again, less surely this time. Bowser stifled a laugh. As someone who fell victim to that face yesterday while being convinced to pay for an extra sandwich or three for lunch, he knew Kamek didn't stand a chance in hell of resisting it.

And as if to reinforce this futility, the Baby Yoshi freed itself from Luigi’s grip and toddled over to Kamek. It plopped down next to him, balled a fist into his sundress, and dropped right off to sleep. Kamek stared at it like it was a particularly ugly bomb.

“Thank you so much!” Luigi beamed.

“Stop thanking me.”

Luigi got to his feet, and it was then he finally noticed he’d lost a shoe. He blinked. “When’d that happen?” he wondered aloud.

With a raised eyebrow, Bowser held up the missing shoe. The expectation was that Luigi was going to take it from him to put it on. Instead, Luigi lifted his foot and slipped it into the shoe while Bowser was still holding it. Bowser stiffened in surprise; Luigi froze, foot halfway in the shoe. They stared at each other.

Face red, Luigi jerked his foot upwards out of Bowser’s grasp, shoe and all; the suddenness of doing so sent him stumbling. As Luigi finished putting his shoe on, movements stiff and eyes glancing everywhere except for the person he was leaning on to keep his balance, said person was resisting the urge to snicker at him. He really was too cute. Even better was that he didn't move his hand when he was done, even as Bowser got to his feet! So with his other arm, Bowser waved at Kamek. “See you later, old man!”

Kamek sighed. Hand-on-arm, Bowser and Luigi left him frowning resignedly at the Baby Yoshi.

---

As they walked down a different, better-maintained path, the color of Luigi's face gradually dimmed back to its normal shade. When he finally gathered the courage to meet Bowser’s eyes again, it was after glancing worriedly back at the clearing they’d left. “I hope he isn’t mad...” Luigi worried.

“Are you kidding? That was hilarious!” Bowser answered, not answering Luigi’s question. Luigi huffed.

“Maybe we should get him something to pay him back for this.”

Bowser shrugged. “Suit yourself.” There’s gotta be a good enough knick-knack for him somewhere around here.

They tossed around ideas of what to get Kamek while continuing down the path. As it brought them over a bridge, Luigi, distracted by the lily pads floating below it in the lake, stopped to lean over the railing to peer at them. And although Bowser kind of wanted to hurry up and get back to the beach, he couldn't help but feel it wasn't so bad, pausing to bask in the fluttering feeling in his chest spurred by the relaxation resting on his companion’s face.

After a while, Luigi spoke up. “Was it really that long?” he asked.

It took Bowser a minute to realize what Luigi was referring to. He shrugged self-consciously. “I had to...get used to it first. It's only really ever been all about Peach for so long. And this...with you it...felt...” He struggled for words. “...Different. Bigger than that. S-so however I told you about how I felt had to be bigger, too — I couldn't settle for kidnappings anymore! But...” Bowser glowered at the water’s edge. “But then I ended up kidnapping you anyway...ugh, stupid brain...”

Luigi smiled wryly. “I guess it technically worked, in the end.”

“Maybe I should keep doing that, then!”

“Please don't. I don't know if I could handle that. Or if Mario could handle that.”

“All the more reason to kidnap you!”

“Bowser.”

Bowser laughed. Luigi tried to keep his stern expression in place, but Bowser’s mirth was too contagious for it to hold.

“Hey,” Luigi said when their laughter died down. “What were you thinking of doing, anyway? Instead of the kidnapping?”

“Oh, well...” Bowser rubbed a hand behind his head. “It was just gonna be a song, 's all.”

“A song? I didn't know you wrote music!”

“You kidding?” Bowser puffed his chest with a smirk. “There’s no one in my kingdom — or anywhere else — that's a better piano tapper than me!”

“Wow!” Luigi’s eyes sparkled. “I’d love to hear it! Uh, the song you were writing for me, I mean?”

“Y-yeah, for sure! It’ll knock your socks off, guaranteed!” Bowser bragged. “‘Specially because I spent ages working on it!”

“Oh! That’s a long time!”

“I had to spend that long.” Bowser peeked at Luigi out of the corner of his eye. “‘Cause it’s gotta be perfect like you!”

“I —!” Luigi’s face went ablaze for yet another time today. Bowser’s smirk deepened. Hah. Definitely his new favorite thing.

“Well—!” Luigi managed to say after a whole lot of sputtering. "I'm — I’m looking forward to hearing it!” The effort to push past how flustered he was to say that made it come out as a shout, and it bounced off the trees alongside Bowser’s chuckling. Put out, Luigi pointedly turned his attention back to the rippling water below them, and then to his phone, to message his friends and tell them the Baby Yoshi had been found. Bowser watched him do so, the brim of Luigi’s hat shading the screen, and — wait.

“We stole that hat,” Bowser said aloud, and Luigi paused.

“What?”

“The hat. You just ran off with it.”

“What are you —?” Luigi’s brow furrowed. His hand hovered near his head in thought for a moment, then he snatched his hat off his head. The price tag fell free, and Luigi stared at it with such horror on his face that it circled back around to being hilarious.

“You gonna show your face to give it back?” Bowser teased, and Luigi looked even more panicked. He did, however, elbow Bowser in a vain attempt to get him to stop laughing at him.

“It’s not funny,” Luigi insisted. “It’s not....oh...!” He buried his head in his hands.

Bowser slung his arm around Luigi’s shoulder. “Not even a week and I’m already corrupting you!” he crowed. “What's your brother gonna have to say about that?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Luigi answered, with a glare that held no heat, “because he knows it’ll happen the other way ‘round”

“As if,” Bowser scoffed, despite knowing full well it was, indeed, starting to happen the other way around.

Luigi seemed to know it too, by the crinkling at the corners of his eyes. And by the way he thanked Bowser. “For calming me down when I was freaking out earlier,” he clarified. He leaned into Bowser’s side, and Bowser desperately hoped that he couldn't hear how his heartbeat was thudding a mile a minute.

“Well, what was I supposed to do, let you walk yourself straight into the ocean?” Bowser rolled his eyes with a mask of nonchalance. It was a mask with some cracks of bashfulness in it, and now it was Luigi’s turn to laugh at him. He stood on his tiptoes to kiss Bowser’s cheek before ducking out of his one-armed embrace and dancing away off the bridge. Bowser almost fell over the railing, counterweight gone. “Hey,” he complained, trying to look mad but failing hardcore because holy shit

Luigi twisted to face him, skirt flaring out; his eyes flicked to somewhere just behind Bowser, where Bowser’s tail was absolutely threatening the structural integrity of the bridge he was still standing on in light of recent events. Thankfully, Luigi didn't comment on it as Bowser also got off the bridge. Nor did he comment on how red Bowser’s face was, either.

“I think we should go back and pay for the hat,” Luigi decided.

“You sure we can’t just keep it — alright, alright,” Bowser amended at the flat expression Luigi sent his way. “We’ll go be good guys, I guess.”

“Quite the sacrifice for you, I'm sure.”

Bowser snorted. “I think I can manage. It's just about worth it, anyway.”

“‘Just about?’” Luigi prodded, curious about what could possibly bump it up to ‘completely worth it’.

Mere moments before asking for another kiss, Bowser’s brain caught up with itself. Hold on, would that come across as desperate? No, he already got one, so another wouldn't be weird. Maybe? Probably. Argh, he’s never had to think about these sorts of things before...! At least there was something else he could for sure ask for, though.

“I could get that story you promised me the other day,” he said, trying his best to sound casual.

“Right, I didn't get around to telling you, did I?” Luigi winced. “Sorry. I guess I’d gotten” — his eyes roved over Bowser, briefly — “distracted.”

“Finally!” An exaggerated fist pump had Luigi near-giggling — as if Bowser’s cheeks couldn't hurt any more than they did already. “I’ve been waiting to hear what kind of story ends with you getting called that.” Bowser nudged him, good-natured. “You trying to hold out on me, Greenie?”

“No, no, I was just...heh.” Luigi shook his head. Bowser raised an eyebrow, bidding him to continue. He also held out his elbow, and Luigi slotted his hand in the space as if it belonged there. The two of them fell into step side-by-side, and as Luigi began his tale about the ridiculous events that had followed that fateful job he and Mario had taken all those years ago, Bowser knew the memories of this awesome vacation were going to stick with him for many years more.

And by the way Luigi was practically glowing with happiness, he was more than positive Luigi would, too.

[itzpris15634]

Pick a Name (ft. Russell and Minka)

Noticing the little potted plants at each side of Russell’s door, she commented on them, “Ooh, that’s new! Pretty new plants, Russell.”

“Why, thank you Minka!” Russell smiled, “But they’re my dad’s, actually. He’s been doing some cleaning work, and asked me to take care of his plants for a bit. He’ll be getting them back next week, anyway.”

“Ooh, okay! But do they- have, like, names?”

“…Names? Why is that your first question about a plant?”

“I mean, some people do it! And your dad seems like he’d do that to his plants.”

“That’s… a very interesting concept, for sure,” Russell tried to hide the tone of ever so slight judgement in his voice. Minka noticed anyway.

“You’re making it sound like a bad thing. My house plants have names, and I think it’s adorable!”

“Whatever. To each their own, I guess,” Russell cleared his throat, “Either way, if they do have names, he never told me.”

“Aww, oh well… Hey, you mentioned that he’ll be taking them back soon, right?”

“Yeah. Admittedly, I will miss them. They do add a bit of color to this porch…”

“Why not buy some of your own? Lots of plants in lots of places! I’m sure you can find a nice flower shop somewhere. Maybe the bota… bone tan…”

“Botanical gardens?”

“Yeah! Gardens! Where Basil works! I’m sure you can find something there.”

“Okay… Though, responsibilities will I be taking upon getting a plant?”

“I mean, if it’s not too high maintenance? It won’t need much! Just water them, and lotsssss of sunlight! Won’t be a problem, if you’re keeping them here on your porch. Lots of sun!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll… consider it. Maybe.”

“Awesome! So, what would you name them?!”

“Minka!”

“Pleeeeaaaasee? If you want, I can suggest for you!“

“Okay then. Shoot.”

“Bertram!”

…

“Minka… out of all names… Bertram?”

“Hey, it just feels like it would fit somehow, okay? I just feel it! Plus, do you have any better ideas?”

Russell stood there for a while, scratching his chin in thought.

“Nevermind. Bertram it is, then.”

“Yay!”

===

Day 21: porch

I flopped onto bed, about to fall asleep. Until I realized ‘o shit i didn’t write today yet’ so here I am.

[jemwolf]

So Vince is a character that has shown up in a couple of different places. His original version is in my story “Well-Awarewolf” as a vet who is also a vampire, but a human version of him has also shown up in my FMA fics! I figured I should draw that version of him again (since the only previous time I did was of him getting mauled by Sev,,,, sorry bud,,,,) but also his fellow vets that also work at his practice! (Who are also maybe repurposed characters lol. Work smarter, not harder)

From left to right we have Vince, Ross, and Gray! Here's a little snippet about each of them below the cut!

(Sorry about the image format, mobile post editor isn’t working and desktop won’t let me put images side by side :/ )

Vincent (Vince) Valdis

- 32 years old

- Drachman-Amestrian (From North City)

- Very light blonde hair, often sunbleached

- Amber eyes

- He’ on the lighter end of ‘tan’ but can get fairly dark if he’s out in the sun, which he often is.

- Due to his complexion and eye color, he has occasionally been mistaken for an Ishvalan. This has led to some uncomfortable confrontations in the past, but most people in the area know who he is now, making those sort of interactions fewer and farther between.

- Runs a small veterinary practice in East City (or Central, depending on the AU, I guess)

- Owns two dogs, Trip and Ben. I found some old sketches of them! Trip is some sorta shepherd mutt, and Ben is a hound of indeterminate breed.

Ross Faulkner

- 32 years old

- Amestrian (From East Area, a bit north of Resembool)

- Brunette

- Brown eyes

- Olive skin

- Works with Vince; they’ve been friends for years and they live together.

- Has an adopted son named Milo who is about 12!

- Keeps pigeons and doves!

- He has a Hanoverian horse named Russet. He’s especially helpful if they need to go somewhere in the countryside where it’s harder for cars to go.

Grayson (Gray) Burchell

- 24 years old

- Xingese-Amestrian (From East City)

- Black hair

- Dark brown eyes

- Fair skin

- Veterinary assistant/apprentice

- He is deaf and was often told he couldn’t be a vet because of it. He kept working at it though, and eventually met Vince who saw he was just as capable and took him on.

- Loves horses and would love to have one of his own someday, but for now he just helps care for Russet.

(As an aside, I did a bit of research on deaf vets and they are awesome. I’m excited to get into the different ways that Gray does his job!)

So far, only Vince has shown up in fics, but Ross and Gray might show up in the future now that I've designed them! I also might go back through older chapters and hint at them earlier.

Me? Taking my existing characters and giving them FMA variants? It's more likely than you may think-

[justruler]

The Eternal Dream

I walked through the fields I had cultivated, the wheat brushing against my skin with the softness of a fresh rug. Moving my hands out from my sides as I walk make me feel similar to that of a man going through clouds. The calm winds complimenting the landscape, bringing up the euphoric scent of fresh barley to the already crisp clean air. Looking towards the fields of tan grass further something interesting, moving further to investigate I discover it to be a small cabin. The brick exterior complimented by wood outlines on both the walls and windows, with a chimney puffing out tiny clouds. Taking in a deep inhale I also noticed the fresh scent of blueberries and salted meats cooked to the perfect temperature as to begin wafting out the open windows. 

Peering around to the front door of the quiet cottage greets me to an oak fence and gravel walkway. The feeling of the rocks on my bare feet remind me of the times I used to go out playing near the river or out at the park. 

Opening the door, I see the interior is a calm color of orange similar to the setting sun. I smile as my younger brother runs up to me and I greet him with a chuckle. "Heya there lil bro!" I say hoisting him up, "So how was school?".

"It was AWESOME!" he said with the joyful expression of youth.

"Oh yea? Did you read about the knights?" I said

"Yeaa! Ms. Floura let us read this awesome story about this group of knights who went on this quest and they got on this magic boat and then and then!" He trailed off as mom walked up to calm him down.

"That's all fun and good, but you'll need to stop with the knights and help your set the table. Your father's almost home." She said in a calm tone as she lifted him up and directed him to the table before walking up to me with a smile as warm as the sun.

"Still falling asleep out in the field huh?" she said with a soft chuckle as she wiped the dirt off my cheek.

"Heh, yea" I said with slight embarrassment. 

"Guess I overworked myself again.." 

She sighed "You know you shouldn't work yourself too hard. Your father already worked tirelessly enough for you to have a comfortable life and it breaks his heart to see you work harder almost to try and repay him." She says as she cups my face.

"I know, but who else is gonna help keep the farm together when you and dad are gone?" I say as I cup her hand in return. 

I turn my head to face my younger brother as he's setting the table, his boyish face shaded by the old knight helmet he got for Halloween three years ago. 

Before I know it I hear a floorboard creek, my mom looks over my shoulder and lights up with her signature warm smile. 

"Welcome home honey" she says.

Going to turn around I begin to feel dizzy as my vision begins to go foggy. The last thing I hear before waking up being "Maan whatever that is smells delicious" in a hearty country accent. 

Opening my eyes bleerily, I find myself where I remember last being, at my workstation. Now with the acidic black drool pooling into the specific part of the blueprints I had been resting my head on. Looking around I notice the stone gray facility with all my inventions dotting their own separate tables. 

I sigh as the automatic lights come back on, thrumming to life like the pulse of a heart. With the dream already fading from my memory as I look at a note on my desk, along with noticing a small blanket had been wrapped around me during my slumber. 

Panning over the note I smiled.

"Quit fucking overworking yourself asshole, the service AI has to keep cleaning up your acid spit. Also made sure one of the servitors put a blanket around you so you wouldn't freeze to death. 

Again.. 

Sincerest fuck you,

GK

Ps: Made some coffee in the break room"

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

<[ ♡ ~ Introduction

Hi!! I'm Bvnny, I’m excited to do this exchange with you. I’m fem-presenting but I consider myself nonbinary. I don’t perceive myself as really having a gender and i don’t feel feminine or masculine, however, i like to do more feminine presenting things. I use she/her and they/them pronouns. I’d like a romantic matchup and I’m bisexual but tbh I don’t see myself with thirteen lol so that kind of cuts out the only girl. Also, if I could NOT get paired with Beel that would be awesome- he reminds me of my little brother for me to see him like that ;-;. I don’t have a lot of freetime but I play video games with my sister and I like to sew. I also love researching gang-related crime, serial killers, and anything involving children and their development. I love criminal psychology and child development-based psychology so opportunities to learn and even combine them always make me happy.

<[ ♡ ~ Appearance

I’ve got warm black hair that goes down just past my chin. Its a medium bob with some curtain bangs. I’m 5’2 and about 100 lbs so I'm pretty small (shelves are a bitch). I’ve got light brown eyes with a weird dark greenish brown ring around it. I’m biracial (whispanic lesgooo) so I’m not super tan but I’m not a ghost either. I’m a comfortable light olive and I can tan more with sunlight (ew) I’ve got enough freckles that you notice if you're right in front of me but not so many that it takes over my whole face. I’m normally in my converse or my work boots (which are always shined to be perfect thank u <3) I’m definitely a rectangle and I’m fairly thin. I’ve got hardly any ass and minimal boob-age. I’ve got p good thighs tho so that's nice. However, I've got the “ideal” body type for the stereotypical y2k outfits!!!! That's the majority of my closet- I wear lots of flare jeans, halter tops, and honestly if you look up 2000s I've probably worn half the outfits there. Brown is the best color for me, but I wear lots of yellow (my fave!!). Another huge part of my style is influenced by chicano culture since that’s what I was raised in and around. I have loads of FB County Charlie Brown crop tops in about 8 different colors. My dream is for the charlie brown halter tops, but for now I’ll live with just my flannel halter. I really just love dressing up for anything- no such thing as overdressed in my book. I like spending hours on my makeup and I refuse to leave the house without my eyeliner and eyeshadow being perfect. I put a lot of effort into my appearance- skincare twice a day, making sure my makeup is perfect, making sure my outfit is on point, etc., etc.. If I don't feel like it’s my best, I probably won’t wear it. It’s either a nice and easy 5 minutes or it takes me an hour. Between us, I’ve been late to school because of my makeup on more than one occasion (and it’ll happen again).

<[ ♡ ~ Personality

Here’s a few of my personality stuff incase you don't want to read through:

Enneagram 2w1

INFP

Scorpio Sun, Scorpio Moon, Pisces Rising

I’ve also got ADHD and a weird anxiety disorder (mentions of anxious thoughts and compulsions) I go into at the end. it’s the last paragraph of this section if you want to skip it!!

Those basically boil it down to everything you need to know, but i’ll go in depth! I’m the oldest of 5 siblings. My sister A is about to turn 16, my sister B is 14, my brother C is 13, and my youngest (and favorite i’ve got no shame about it) is D and she’s 7. Honestly being their big sister is my only personality trait- D is all I talk about. She’s literally always with me too. I’m at all of her school events, she hangs out in my room (even when I’m not there), she’s going with me to grocery stores and if I get free time I’ll play video games with her like minecraft, among us, and maybe roblox (strong maybe, i have to be in a real good mood it makes me car sick ;-;)

My learning disability can make me forget things and seem fairly spacey. Right now it’s for sure ADHD, and my therapist is leaning towards autism as well but we’re avoiding an official diagnosis bc it will limit me in the career I want to enter. I cannot sit still for the life of me- I’m convinced if i do i’m gonna die. Normally i’m pretty good about masking with minimal energy- one of my special interests has always been psychology. i’ll mirror people for fun sometimes, but then i end up accidentally picking up habits. but, at the end of the day, i’m still a big neurodivergent mess. my biggest stims are chewing (rubber, my lips and fingers (not hard!!!), and silicone), tippy taps, arm flapping, and spinning. I love headphone cords and lego tires, they’re my favorite and they’re just so comforting. bc if my chewing stim, i’m literally always snacking. people get concerned when i tell them i don’t have a lot of full meals but i literally ate 2 costco boxes of goldfish, about 3 packages of gerber star puffs for babies, and still had lasagna for dinner. i eat a lot- just not all at once. this also can cause me to start stress eating. Its hard for me to be hyper aware at the end of the day too. My jobs require me to be watching everything, but at the end of it, i just want to watch my LEDS change colors.

As much as I love my siblings, they are also the reason you can see a couple gray hairs starting to grow. They are the biggest trigger for my compulsions- especially D. If something isn’t perfect, and my youngest sister is around, I get unreasonably stressed out. I always joke that I can never sleep when she’s in my room because I’m worried the Kool-Aid man will bust through the wall and I'll sleep through it. However, there is some weight to that. If (and tbh when) my sister falls asleep in my bed, I’m up doing anything to keep me busy because for whatever reason it just doesn’t feel safe to sleep. This stems for the kids I work with as well. My co-workers make jokes about me being a perfectionist but it feels like if something is out of place bad things will happen. We love anxiety, real hot girl shit.

Small things I’ll do is constantly re-organize things. I’m constantly fidgeting with stuff and putting things back into “place” (where I decided they have to go for the rest of time). I do the same with our silverware. I’ll make sure all of our plates are in a rainbow. I have to do certain things in the exact same order every time. I’m VERY particular about how stuff in my room is- the quickest way to stress me out is to touch my stuff, move it around, or mess with my routine. Depending on how I’m feeling, that might literally make me have a breakdown. But being able to expect things every single time or fix things and make it right just calms me and makes me feel in control of something small, and even that can boost my mood and confidence a bit.

I work 3 jobs right now- law enforcement, I co-teach in a special occupational pre-school for high school students, and I baby sit at least twice a week. I have been pursuing a childcare career for 5 years, however, right now I’m piloting an state-wide high school internship program for local law enforcement departments. It was a pain to try and get started- I get to take the trial run since i’m 18 and a senior with a lot of law club training. I got voted as president of our high school’s law enforcement club as a joke my sophomore year and I just… keep… getting… re… elected. It’s not bad- I actually switched from thinking about teaching because of it and now I’m considering juvenile probation and teaching as a retirement job. I’m still debating- teaching is very important to me.

Because I’ve had a lot of work in childcare and shitty retail jobs, i’ve got an ungodly amount of patience. I have a scar on my leg from where a kid threw a table at me- he was still my favorite at the end of my program tho. It takes a lot for me to not like someone. I’m an upbeat person who is always eager to help and lend a hand. There’s an old lady trying to load something big into her car? Bam, Bvnny to the rescue. Need a door opened? Bam, door held. A lot of this stems from being the oldest of 5 tbh- I not only want to be someone my siblings can look up to, but I also want to be someone who can be as awesome as their parents. Admittedly, it gets really difficult when my siblings are all so different, my parents are grade-A overachievers, and I've got a bingo game going with potential learning disabilities. But I always push myself anyways- usually too far and burn myself out but it’s cool (this is a cry for help /j)

Because of how much I push myself to be better, I see a lot of improvement over time. However this also can make me a smidgen (a big smidgen lmaooo) bit defensive over how I present myself. Like, I’ve been ugly. I’ve been teased. I’ve been bullied. But I’ve worked my ass off to fix those things, and I work my ass off to maintain those things. I just put a lot of effort into how I carry myself and having it insulted is like damn I worked so hard for what???? Like if you call me ugly its like ugh but honestly I don’t care if I don’t know you. The one thing that will ALWAYS piss me off is when people try to discount my intelligence. Like I said before, I’ve been the ugly kid. I’ve been a weird kid. I’ve been the kid that gets bullied for stuff I can’t control. HOWEVER, the one thing I’ve always had going for me was that I’m smart. I was always the one helping with homework and it saved my ass more than once. I’ll take constructive criticisms, but not asshole criticism. It’ll hurt my pride </3

On a serious note, If I were to connect to any of the seven sins, it would 100% be Lucifer’s. I wouldn’t say i’m lucifer-levels of pride, but like it’s def there. I take pride in my siblings, my appearance, my job, etc., etc. I’m proud, but I feel like I’ve earned it with how hard I’ve worked to get here and how fucking cool my siblings turned out (that also might just be my ego talking, who knows?) Like A and B are so beyond beautiful and super popular. They're awesome at sports and are amazing with people. C is 6’2 and 270lbs of muscle (he’s 13 need i remind you ;-;) but he’s gentle and he gives the best hugs and he can fix literally anything. We also go on brother-sister dates to panda express after he wins a football game (he’s had a perfect season and my wallet hurts). D is so good at art and she’s beautifully kind. She can communicate better than adults do. Like if someone is bothering her she can set her boundary and stick with it. She is super empathetic and loves animals and wants to be a dog groomer when she grows up. She’s unironically funnier than all of us and with the amount of sass that leaves her mouth it’s obvious she’s got 4 big siblings (it’s never disrespectful tho, that’s the best part).They are all going to do wonderful things and I’m so excited to see it. I will also do anything, and I mean anything, to guarantee they get to do those great things they dream about.

<[ ♡ ~ Relationship Info

For a partner, I seriously need someone who can understand that I have no freetime. At all. Ever. I hardly ever leave the house, and if I do it’s literally to go shopping. For 18 i feel so lame lol. Chances are my partner is going to be one of my 3 friends. Despite not even being out of high school yet (2 more months thank god) I need something more domestic and less teenage romance. Like getting home from work and relaxing with our 4 dogs (forgot to mention I have 4 big dogs whoops). I need someone who is decent enough with kids to get along with my siblings. It’s also super important that I can have conversations with them- and they want to have them too. Not like “Hi honey how was your day?” “good” “What did you do?” “work.” I want them to want to talk too. I want to know everything about my partner. Would you love me if i was a worm? Would you love me if YOU were a worm? What if we were both worms? I want to have stupid conversations like that but I would also kill to talk about psychological theories and child development and have not-stupid conversations. I want someone intelligent enough to talk to me and make me want to learn, but also willing to indulge in my stupid theoretical conversations. They’ve also gotta understand my siblings will literally always come first. It could be our wedding day and if my sister calls me and says she needs me i’ll be out of there so fast you wouldn’t even have time to process. Family is super important to me, and eventually I want my very own little family that will be just as important, if not more so.

My top 3 love languages are quality time, physical touch, and acts of service. I’d say quality time and physical touch are the ones I want the most, but acts of service are the ones I appreciate the most if that makes any sense.

Quality Time- I'm huge on napping together and just parallel play (doing different activities but together). I love napping together because I literally always need one, but I'm more than content to just cuddle while I play my games on my phone and my partner does whatever they’re doing. Hell, we don’t even have to cuddle (I'd like it if we did). We can just sit in the same room and enjoy each other's presence. My quality time also extends to my family- the chances of my youngest sister being with me is pretty much 100%. She’s my thunder buddy- if she doesn't want to hang out with you neither do I. Most of the time if she’s with me she’s drawing or playing games on her own and is just hanging out with me in my room or in the car. If I have time Ill play games with her so if you aren’t down to spend some time with her then out the door with you. Realistically, if I were to go down to the devildom, she’d end up coming with me in some freak magic accident. And I’d make it so she can stay- when I said I’d do anything for them I was NOT kidding.

Physical Touch- I know I said we don't have to cuddle but like if we can I’m over the moon. I love getting to feel my partner. I'm okay with linking pinkies when we do stuff or touching knees when we sit. As long as I can feel my partner next to me I'm over the moon! I love hugs, I love kisses, I love playing with people's hair, I love getting my hair played with. I’m always giving my youngest sister little scratches on the head or smoothing her hair down or straightening her clothes. I’ll give her hugs before I leave and she always falls asleep cuddling with me. I never say no when my brother wants to give me hugs (which is all the time, bless his heart) and even when he picks me up off the ground I’m still okay with it. My middle sisters are NOT as fond of me touching them so I try to avoid it- B will literally swat my hand away if I’m even remotely close to her. But I’ll do small things like tucking in their shirt tags or fixing their hair. Does this fall into acts of service? Kind of, but it’s the only contact I get with them let me have it ;-;

Acts of Service- I have so much I need to get done. All the time. Every day. And there are tons of things I struggle with doing even when I’m not trying to get 80 other tasks done. Like laundry- laundry always ends up being the last of my list. Without fail. Cleaning in general just hardly ever happens.I pretty much live in my car with how often I’m driving and it definitely shows. If I find time to clean my spaces, chances are it’s at the very end of my day when I’m tired and honestly I end up putting it off for extra hours of much needed sleep. It’s not that I want my partner to do all the cleaning- honestly I’m so particular I’d rather do it myself- but if they did something like laundry or they made food for tomorrow or just something small it means the world. However this also goes both ways. I love doing stuff for other people. I love getting to make my partner meals or help with a project or carry something for them. It just makes my heart happy to relax with my loved ones. <3

Ifs too long let me know- I’ll give you a TLDR lol <3333 I’m super looking forward to this matchup with you :)))

Hi Bvnny! I am so excited and happy to do this exchange* with you! Your idea is one of a kind and so unique, and I love it very much! Don't worry about having written too much, it's more material for me to work with after all. Now, without any further delay, I pair you with...

Simeon!

To be quite honest, while I was reading through everything, it was so hard to pinpoint who would be a good match for you. I would think, "Huh, this character is perfect for them" and then BAM! you hit me with something that makes me go "Now wait a minute-"

In all honesty, it was fun, and for some time I was stuck between Mammon and Simeon, but Simeon won at the end, as you can see lol.

Simeon adores everything about you, from your freckles to your outfits. How can he not? You are mesmerizing in his eyes. He feels extremely happy that you take care of how you look, not because of what others think or say, but because you feel like it, because you want to. He wouldn't mind if the two of you got late for RAD because you wanted your makeup to be perfect. Chances are he's there with you watching you, his eyes wide in wonder and admiration, or helping you if you allow him to.

While he is not one for much PDA , one of Simeon's favorite things is to press featherlight kisses to your freckles, whenever you allow him. Solomon teases him about being obsessed with them every once in a while, but Simeon doesn't mind.

Simeon is good with children. He likes to listen to you talking about your siblings and wishes to meet them himself. He knows and understands that family comes first for you. He gets a little nervous about meeting your siblings, especially D, because he wants to leave a good impression on them. Not only because they are your siblings, but because your talking about them has made him grow fond of them.

Simeon is very attentive when it comes to you. He can't help it, its in his nature to care and nurture. He is good at realizing when you get a bit fidgety or look like you need sometime away from whatever has your anxiety spiking. He makes sure that you don't skip meals, and even if you do snack because of your chewing stim, whatever you snack on is nutritious. He will absolutely die if you mirror something he does or pick up a habit of his. You are too adorable for his poor angel heart, have mercy on him lol-

Simeon likes how the two of you you could be discussing whether you would love the other person if they were a worm, and afterwards, about a documentary you watched. Many of your discussions give him ideas for his books. You are, quite literally, his muse.

Simeon doesn't like seeing you burn yourself out. He loves you, and knows just how beautiful and amazing you are inside and out. Your tendency to push yourself too far brings out his protectiveness, and he can and will mother hen you into taking care of yourself before anything else. He will not have you ignoring your needs and wants. Simeon also will not stand for anyone taking undue advantage of your helpful nature.

Simeon is in awe of you. Your three jobs? Your ungodly amount of patience? Your fierce and protective love for your siblings? Your pride in yourself and your siblings? All of this inspires him, and he falls in love with you a little bit more every second he spends with you. Loving Simeon is very natural, very soft, and definitely domestic. He is very physically affectionate in private, but a little reserved in public. He adores cuddling with you anytime, whether it is while you are talking to each other, watching a movie, or its you playing a game on your phone while he reads or something. He knows you don't have a lot of free time, and likes to spend what time you do have with him plastered to your side. In public, he is not as clingy, but anyone who looks at him knows that he is completely head over heels for you. How? Because he is always at your side, his hand on the small of your back either guiding you somewhere or just resting there like a claim. His eyes never seem to wander from you, a content smile on his face.

Simeon likes doing things for you. So yes, he will do the laundry for you and clean up, just to see that radiant smile on your face. He likes playing with your hair, and falls in love with you all over again if you do it to him. One of the things he buys for you every time he goes shopping is hair accessories. One time he made a flower crown for you himself, then spelled it so the flowers wouldn't wilt. He is surprisingly innocent and boyish and just so, so in love with you~

Simeon is very supportive. No matter what you want to do, which career you want to choose, he is always there for you. He had been told his presence is soothing and comforting, and he wishes you feel the same way. That you feel comfortable and loved and cherished whenever you're with him, because you deserve the world. And he would love to give it to you on a silver platter.

*Please note that matchups are not open right now.

[orang-urtle]

New thing ig?

Hey guys I just made a new oc! And I disided to make a whole back story for them!

This guy!

Basically their name (for now) is candlestik and basically long story short the floating limbs (and the pumpkin head) are the parts they lost due to someone we wont know yet, and before the body begins to decay some witch or smth remakes them into what we know Rn as Candlestik, and ever since with no memory of their past they live in the mystic city of Kian where to a point in time flashbacks of the past come and go. And then they realize that their hands, feet, head, heart and other organs along with their bag of skin/flesh is still being in the hands of the “killer” or “limb taker” I still don’t know some things for ‘‘em but I do have some more updates for appearance but please give me your ideas!

Alright here is the story?

One day in an old cottage in the middle of no where that folks say are haunted, a small family lies in, there are 3 kids and one parent, the youngest is a little girl with long black hair, a dark tone of tan skin, chestnut brown eyes, and she wore an out fit that made her look like a waitress and always had a fake candle on her head, the middle was a few inches taller with short brown hair, a lighter tone of tan skin, dark brown eyes, and wore overalls, gender: male, and the oldest was about on inch taller than the middle, hair till the shoulders, tan skin, green eyes, and always wore a yellow dress, gender: female, the youngest was named Haiven, the middle was named ray, and the eldest was named Holow, and of course there was their loving mother named Alice, she had long hair all the way to her knees and wore a yellow shirt with blue overalls and raindrop shaped earrings, her eyes where the color of the grey clouds blocking the sun, the children where always calm but never have you ever seen children so adventurous and curious!

One day in the afternoon Haiven wanted to go outside and play, Ray and Holow it would be a good idea so they went out the house, but Holow paused and yelled in the direction of Alice’s room,

“Mom! We’re goin out!"

"Alright, but before you head out what time will you come back?" Alice asked,

"we'll be back by s- erm um.. where is the su- oh there it is! ok, we will be back by sunset!" Holow replied.

then they three left the house and into the woods to find all sorts of nick-nacks and hallydoos, of course, Holow was in the front with Haiven, and ray was in the back, after a bit of collecting Haiven saw what seemed to be an old shack,

"Look! over there behind the old hollow tree!" Haiven yelled

"is that a shack? I say we check it out! it doesn't seem like anyone OR thing lives there anyway..." said ray with a curious voice.

"No way! Who knows someone could still be living there!" Holow said reluctantly

"pshah, let's have a little adventure! who knows what awesome things we could find!" ray replied

"And who knows what dangers lie!" Holow shouted

ray with a pouty face grabbed Holow and Haivens hand and the three ran to the Old shack and arrived at the doorstep...

still a work in progress I'm still thinking about what will happen next and what the characters should actually look like but for now, this is probably like maybe a quarter or less of the story? ill do pt at a later date... please let me know what you guys think!!!

[dearestones]

Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Jade Leech #2

Warnings: Fluff.

@sunshine-draws Request: Hello! I've just finished reading all of your rules ^^ I do apologize if I break any of them by accident, as it would be entirely unintentional.

I was wondering if you would be able to do a TWST matchup for me? Romantic, if you don't mind?

Appearance: I'm a 5'6 ft (167cm) demigirl, more on the fem-presenting side when it comes to clothing. I have tan skin (I believe the color's name is Sienna?), short black hair that reaches just below the shoulders, and dark brown eyes (they almost look black). For body shape, I'm rather skinny with very few curves.

Nicknames: Sun, Sunny

Hobbies/interests: Drawing/painting, writing, various video games, taking care of animals

Description: I'm described as the Team Mom of the group, with a bubbly and fun-loving personality. I ADORE terrible jokes, and my sense of humor is almost broken at this point. I'm also an honors student, ranked #28 out of my whole school, and a part of the National Art Honors Society! I'm very passionate about my interests, and actively take leadership positions in group settings (I usually help tutor my peers ^^). 

I'm unfortunately very talkative, too. I get so engrossed in a conversation that I lose track of the outside world. I'm also extremely dense in romantic terms ^^; Someone has to be VERY forward, for me to pick up on it. I usually overwork myself, too, forgetting to take care of myself due to hyperfocusing on my academics. I give out advice, but I usually deny it for myself. I yearn for freedom and a carefree life, using escapism to cope for lacking fun experiences.

I show affection through acts of service and compliments, but I prefer receiving quality time and physical touch. My favorite characters are Ace, Kalim, Floyd, and Silver!

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After going through the description provided, I believe that you best pair well with Jade Leech! 

At first, when Jade meets you, he thinks that he has you all figured out. As a people watcher, he knows how to categorize people, to segregate them by threat and possible pawn in Azul’s plans. Because of your bubbly and fun loving personality, Jade thinks that you’ll be easy to take advantage of. After all, what better bait to lure you in than by your own hand? 

However, Jade’s feelings towards you will eventually change. As an Octavinelle student, it’s basically his duty to outshine the other dorms by having stellar grades. He’s basically always in the top fifty students, possibly in the top ten sometimes, but even he is somewhat surprised by how you’re an honor student at your own school. True, there are others who can share the same acclaim, but he finds himself somewhat intrigued. And you’re also part of the National Honors Society? He could possibly gain something from you if he plays his cards right…

Don’t worry, though! It’s not always transactional or objective when it comes to Jade. What really hooks him is when he realized that you have a predilection for the arts! Did you know that he is part of a culture club? Perhaps you could try drawing and painting the mountains? What about the scenery? The fungi? You’re so talented! Do you do commissions? Jade would definitely like some paintings of his favorite mushrooms! And if you’re worried about payment, don’t worry about that. He’ll work something out… 

(Don’t worry, it’s not a contract! If you’re not interested in money, he’ll give you discounts at Mostro Lounge). 

In addition to your love for the arts (please give him some tips on how to draw better, he likes drawing too, but you’re so awesome!), he’s more than happy to listen to you talk about your interests. Passion is something that Jade can relate to. Hours can pass and he’ll never tire of hearing your voice talk relentlessly about what makes you live life to the fullest, what makes you the happiest. 

You’d do the same for him, right?

Tutoring your peers? Hmm… Interesting, very interesting—he says this with a sly smile on his face. Are you getting paid for such services? Are you doing this out of the kindness of your heart? How about the both of you set up an appointment with Azul so that you can start tutoring sessions in Mostro Lounge? Think about the increase in revenue if you were to advertise your skills as a tutor? Azul is more than fair… All you have to do is sign a contract with him! Ah, you don’t want to? That’s quite all right, he was just joking, of course!

Once Jade realizes that he adores you (it’s because you’re interesting and definitely not because you’re so sweet and kind and knowledgeable about the arts and utterly adorable when you’re passionate about your interests and oh my it looks like he’s somewhat enamored, what a conundrum!), he’ll try courting you. Subtly. You’ll never know this upon first glance, but Jade is somewhat of a coward—like most moray eels. Courtship under the sea is always fraught with  danger, which may be due to rejection… or if your chosen lover decides to eat you instead.

When subtlety doesn’t work (bouquets made out of mushrooms don’t work on you? what about specially made meals that he made free of charge? still no?), Jade will eventually have to seek out your friends and ask what you like. If not, he will go into a deep dive of human courting rituals—and he will collect great ideas for future dates with you—and then try them on you.

And if you’re still oblivious? Jade will just state it outright. 

(No, he’s not blushing. He isn’t blushing. Eels don’t blush, did you know that? He’s simply standing under lights that make it appear as if his face was red, and his heart is definitely not beating out of his chest, but this is definitely a confession).

He will never admit it, but when you tell him that you reciprocate his feelings, he will feel so relieved. A large rush of breath will leave his lungs and he’ll gently pull you close. Eventually, he’ll gain the confidence to squeeze you tightly against him, but for now, he relishes in your warmth.

When you’re finally together, Jade starts taking care of you. Well, not all of the time. He finds it amusing to watch you struggle sometimes, but if you get really stressed out because of your studies, he will take charge and make sure that you’re getting enough rest and food to keep you going. If you insist on overworking yourself, he will have no choice, but to gather you up in his arms and just hold you. It’s called a trap, but if you insist that he’s cuddling you, he will nip you on the cheeks or your earlobes.

If you want fun experiences, then go to Jade! He’s always on the hunt for all things interesting. With him, every day is an adventure, even if at first glance it can be subtle. He has your best interests at heart, though, so when you least expect it, what starts out as a study date might abruptly shift over to a hike in the mountains or perhaps you’ll spend a day skipping class (don’t tell Floyd or he’ll hijack your date).

Overall, time spent with Jade will either end up with both you hyper fixating on both your interests or Jade gently teasing you until he gets to make you laugh. (You have such a pretty laugh and a vibrant smile! The fact that he’s the one who did that gives him a sense of pride). Basically, you can say goodbye to having a boring life and say hello to a whirlwind of experiences with Jade!

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[kmp78]

“Peoples skin can look a different color on certain "hardcore" meds. JL looks pale and sallow lately!” Ok anon. What’s your brilliant and insightful accusation here so you can look awesome to K starting some stupid rumor about JL here? God you jerks are tiresome. When you are on or have recently been on antibiotics for a nasty bronchitis or pneumonia, when you are eating and sleeping erratically, when you are traveling constantly, breathing air in the face of others daily, when you haven’t been outside soaking on the healthy rays of the sun, when you are on tour with your fragile addict brother who is 1/3-1/2 your act…just what stupidity ARE you insinuating here? That he doesn’t have a beautiful tan and that he is doing hardcore drugs? STFU you absolutely ignorant fool.

What. 😂🤪

[valleypoos1]

Cockapoo Colors and Coat Variations: Understanding the Breed's Aesthetic Traits

When it comes to Cockapoos, their delightful personalities often scouse borrow the highlight. However, their aesthetic traits, in particular their coat shades & versions are equally charming. Understanding the range of colors and coat types in Cockapoos can decorate your appreciation for this liked breed. You can find verities of cockapoo puppies for sale in New York. 

Factors Influencing Coat Colors

Several elements can affect the coat shades and patterns visible in Cockapoos:

Genetics: Coat shade genetics play an extensive position in figuring out the colors & patterns that appear in Cockapoos. The genes inherited from the discern breeds, Cocker Spaniels and Poodles, contribute to the style of coat shades found in Cockapoos.

Breeding Practices: Responsible breeders carefully choose and discern puppies with desired coat colorings and patterns to provide offspring with constant and suitable traits. By breeding selectively, breeders can affect the coat colorations and variations visible in Cockapoos.

Environmental Factors: While genetics commonly decide coat colors, environmental elements which include daylight exposure & grooming practices can affect the arrival of a Cockapoo's coat. Regular grooming and proper coat care can help hold the vibrancy and health of the coat.

Variety of Coat Colors

Cockapoos come in a diverse array of colors, ranging from stable colors to tricky styles. You can find all of them here in Cockapoo Puppies for sale in New York. Some not-unusual coat shades consist of:

Solid Colors: Cockapoos can sport solid coats in sun shades inclusive of black, white, chocolate, cream, apricot, and red. These strong colors regularly show off the splendor of the breed's silky, non-losing fur.

Parti-Colors: Parti-colored Cockapoos function or extra wonderful hues, commonly in a piebald sample with patches or spots of contrasting shades. Parti-colored Cockapoos can exhibit placing combos, which include black and white, chocolate and white, or apricot and white.

Two Colors: Cockapoos might also have coats with number one shades, often with one shade serving because the base and the alternative appear as markings or highlights. Common two-color combos encompass black and tan, chocolate and cream, or purple and white.

Phantom: Phantom Cockapoos have coats with two wonderful shades, with one color appearing as the main frame coloration & the opposite acting as points or markings on precise regions of the body, which includes the eyebrows, muzzle, and legs. Phantom Cockapoos regularly have a placing and unique appearance.

Sable & Brindle: Sable Cockapoos have coats with a combination of colors, usually with darker hints or shading along the hair shaft. Brindle Cockapoos features a striped or streaked pattern, resembling the markings seen in certain dog breeds inclusive of the Boxer or the Bulldog.

Finding Cockapoo Puppies for Sale in New York

In New York, many legitimate breeders focus on Cockapoos and offer puppies for sale. When attempting to find Cockapoo dogs in New York, it is critical to analyze breeders very well, inquire about the availability of particular coat colors, and visit the centers to ensure the health and well-being of the puppies. You can get one for you at a reliable price with cockapoo puppies for sale in New York. By information on the range of colors and coat variations in Cockapoos, you can recognize the beauty and diversity of this beloved breed. Whether you select a strong coat, a party-coloration sample, or a striking phantom or brindle coat, there may be a Cockapoo to match each flavor and choice. With their fascinating personalities and lovely coats, Cockapoos make awesome companions for households and people alike.

[sunnywalnut]

Folklore having ties to real life diseases/nature phenomenons has GOT to be one of the coolest things ever.

Like lycanthropy? Rabies but with a bit more hope(depending on which lore you read into. Sometimes people can turn back, sometimes they can't).

That water horse that pulls you deeper into the ocean? Dude got caught in the undertow.

Witches/women who live in the woods alone and charm random weirdos into following them just so they can kill them? I don't know about you but if I was a woman who lived in the woods alone and a man started to follow me, I'd pull some pretty sick self defense.

And what about sirens? Hallucinations aren't really that uncommon. Especially out at sea where the sun reflects off the water all the time and messes with your eyes. Auditory hallucinations are a thing too you know. And you're telling me that these men haven't missed their wives enough to hear their voices? Especially without realizing heatstroke got their asses?

Don't get me started on mermaid mantetees. They fall under the same boat, I'd think.

Oh and I think vampires were born from tuberculosis or "consumption" (or at least that's what Google has told me, along with rabies and porphyria. Whatever that is). Which yeah. If Gramama who loved garlic and sunshine and sweet tea suddenly HATED all of those things without any clear reason and her tanned skin started losing its color, I'd be pretty freaked, too.

In short? Folktales are cool as fuck. I love them. Humanity is awesome. And Imma go read me some more books because honestly this shit got my brain going a mile a minute.

[marcopollio]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Whitney Houston tee black y2k concert medium sold out shirt top licensed….

[floralcyanide]

Apollo!Austin Headcanons

>> shoutout to the elvis fan club discord server for having such awesome ideas 😩 and thanks to gabby (@dontbesussis) for also enjoying the idea enough to do headcanons with me!! I enjoyed doing this as Apollo was one of the deities I worked with when I was a practicing Hellenic <3

for those who don't know, Apollo is a Greek God!

check out the Apollo!Austin playlist HERE; for more info about Apollo, go HERE

masterlist || add yourself to the taglist HERE!

☀️ Apollo!Austin is very to himself and more reserved in comparison to his twin sister, Artemis.

☀️ he loves music and can play every instrument as well as sing. his favorite instrument is the lyre out of all of them, but while in human form he enjoys the guitar

☀️ Apollo!Austin is kind of intense when you first meet him, but when he opens up he beams like the sun.

☀️ speaking of the sun, he’s literally the embodiment of it. his light hair and eyes, him favoring gold accessories that reflect light against his naturally tan and glowing skin, he’s covered in freckles, and his smile is brighter than anything you’ve ever seen.

☀️ they way he carries himself is god-like. confident yet humble.

☀️ Apollo!Austin is very protective over those he cares about, whether it be those who worship/follow him, those he is friends with, or someone he’s romantically involved with.

☀️ anything that has the sun on it, the colors gold and yellow, and music as a whole brings him so much joy.

☀️ would do anything for you. absolutely anything. he ain’t afraid to show how much he loves and cares about you.

☀️ Apollo!Austin hears all the prayers from his worshippers but he listens to yours with extra attentiveness because your devotion to him is unwavering. that’s how he first finds you and comes to you in his human form.

☀️ Apollo!Austin treats you as an equal (especially in bed). he’s not prideful or anything in regards to his title. he wants you to feel like you can connect with him like any human connects with one another or with other living creatures.

☀️ he loves nature and has even been known to protect herdsmen. he has a homestead of his own somewhere way out in the countryside with horses, sheep, and cows that he tends to. he takes reader there when he starts catching feelings because he really feels he can trust them.

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[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

hiya, this is my first time requesting smth and i dunno rlly how to go about it but i was wondering if you could do a fic where the s/o leads to bois to Hudson's bluff where theres a projector and a roll up whiteboard thingy set up, blocking the view and they make them sit down and starts to play a film that s/o recorded earlier of the sunrise since the bois cant go out in the sun. sorry if that was too long, i really like your writing and i think youre awesome :))

Thank you so much for the kind words and for the super cute idea!!! I hope you like it!!

One Last Look (Poly!Lost Boys x S/O)

Warnings: angst about being a vampire, angst about their human lives, yearning for a forgotten life, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1414

The boys had no idea as to what you'd set up, you'd made sure of that. It was somewhat difficult even convincing them to go somewhere without David's choosing, but you'd promised them a surprise. That was enough to, at least, pique Paul's interest, and the others knew that he wouldn't shut up until the surprise was revealed.

So, you'd taken them up the stairs and all the way up to the cliffs edge. Quickly, confusion dotted some of their faces when they saw the projector screen and the rest of your set up. You'd even gone through the trouble of bringing some beanbags and chairs up for the boys to use, and the blonde twins didn't hesitate to launch themselves into the bean bags you'd put side by side. David sat in one of the more rigid beach chairs, and Dwayne, given a choice between a bean bag and a beach chair, chose a bean bag. You smiled, dodging Dwaynes attempts to pull you into his lap as David asked,

"Now what?" And you tried not to roll your eyes at his tone. Really, he couldn't stand not being in charge for ten minutes? Well, you were sure that you were about to change his attitude. You pressed play, starting the projector, and then hurried to your seat. It was in the middle, between David and Marko, and you watched as your earlier film began.

***

The boys didn't like being kept in the dark, but they waited patiently as the show began. Paul had muttered something about it being a dirty movie, but Marko had immediately given him a glance. A dirty movie showing right on top of Hudson's Bluff? Yeah, no way.

Paul had scoffed, crossing his arms as he thought pointedly. Well, you never know. To the boy besides him. But, when the movie began to roll, they watched in confusion as the horizon right in front of them began to play. And then, the first bit of light peaked over.

The boys flinched out on instinct, with some of them even moving to push themselves out of their seats. But you reached for Markos hand, giving it an assuring squeeze.

"Hey, hey. You're okay." You said, and the boys looked between the screen and the world around them. The sunlight was false, it couldn't hurt them any more than the candles they used to light the cave could. Their eyes turned to the screen once more, fascination on them as the sun breached the skyline.

It'd been eighty years since they'd last seen a sunrise. Even then, some of them couldn't remember it.

Marko had always been an early riser. He'd seen his fair share, but after eighty years of fog? It was like looking at a faded photograph. The colors weren't right or the lines were hazy. Maybe certain parts of his memory were distorted. Or maybe all the memories of sunrises he held had blended together. But there was one thing he always remembered. The orange, yellow glow of the sun. He'd remembered that perfectly, and he stared silently as it climbed up the screen. He gripped the bag under him, kneading it as it climbed. He remembered waking up just to watch it, even sketching it in his young life. His fingers itched for his pencils then, and he bit his thumb to try to suppress the urge. He remembered how expensive pencils and paints used to be. How he'd save a week's wage, as he used to call it, just to buy some. How, even though they never said anything, the others used to stare at his brushes like they wished they were a loaf of bread instead. But he also remembered how his drawings used to brighten up their space, how they'd done the same thing to the cave below. He thumbed at his jacket, thinks about how, even after all these years, even after he'd forgotten why, he was still trying to bring color into their lives.

Paul had seen his fair share of sunrises when they'd been human, but that was usually while he was scrambling out of someone's bed, or scrambling out of his own to try to make it to whatever sorry excuse for a job he called work. He never paid much attention to the sky of the morning, but, in that second, he remembered how much he missed the feeling of the sun on his face. A sun that didn't burn his skin the second it touched it, but a sun that warmed him. He remembered mid-day, a breeze of memories he didn't even know he still retained. He remembered eating lunch inbetween shifts. He remembered being full, remembered the way his muscles used to burn and how good it felt to sit down and relax. Paul relaxed all the time, but he couldn't remember the last time, in his vampire life, it felt like relief. His muscles didn't ache, his brow didn't sweat, and he didn't feel the prickle in his feet after being on them for too long. He never even realized those things had been missing, and a small part of him missed the feeling.

During his human life, Dwayne had always paid more attention to sunsets, to the sight of the sun retreating behind the sky. To the oranges, reds, and deep purples that followed. He was used to the navy blue of the night sky. He'd been under it every night for years. But, seeing his first sunrise in nearly eighty years, he would've traded all of his sunsets for it. He wished he'd appreciated it more. He missed lying under the sun, even if it was just to tan. He missed having to tie his hair back to keep himself from overheating. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt hot, let alone even warm. Memories of him under the sun in the California desert floated in his mind. He thought he'd known what thirst was then. He laughed a little bit to himself, and he glanced over at you when you looked over to find the source of his laughter. He didn't explain, simply letting his eyes flick back to the screen. He stared, watching in silence as the sun rose on the screen.

David didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he should say anything. David had never been one for sunrises. He always got up the latest. He was practically nocturnal even when he'd been human, working through the night and spending the rest of the time worrying about the others. The switch to being a vampire hadn't been much of a change in his life, but it was only then that he realized what he'd been missing. Instead of having his thoughts float back to his old life, he glanced over at you. He wished he'd been able to be there with you, watch as it pulled over the horizon. That you didn't need to take a video, and instead you could've nudged him awake. He realized then that there were parts of your life that he'd always miss. Unless you became one of them. But, as he stared at the screen, David had his first inkling of doubt. He'd been so sure of it before. It'd been an obvious choice. As sure as the sun rising above the horizon each day. But now? His fingers itched for a cigarette. Anything to stifle and take his mind away from the thoughts swirling around his head.

***

You looked over at them. The boys had been silent ever since you started the movie, until it ended. When it did, you waited for them to speak. It took a moment, but David finally said,

"That was- You shot that?" He asked, and you nodded. He was quiet for another moment, and it unnerved you. For a moment, you thought that you'd done something wrong. That perhaps you shouldn't have. But Dwayne was quick to say,

"Thank you, y/n. Really." And the others were quick to chorus a mantra of the same.

It took a moment for you and the boys to clean up, but, just before you packed up the set-up, David had walked up to the screen. He reached out for the screen, and the others paused where they stood. It occurred to you then that they were getting one last look, before the five of you packed everything up and went to take it down to the cave.

[kth1]

Cut Shot [MYG]

Cut Shot [Yoongi x Reader] ⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq​​ ⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+| Boyfriend AU | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: Established relationship, explicit, oral (M/F), alcohol use, condom sex, massage oil, lovey-dovey-flirtations, hint of cute jealousy, etc ⟶ WC: 10k+ ⟶ Summary: He hates the water, he hates the heat, and he hates the Sun. Any form of physical activity is a big no-no, yet Min Yoongi will go out of his way to show that he loves you on your mini vacation. ⟶ Teaser: “Breathlessly nodding your head, you drone at the loss of his fingers. You beam a hazy smile, the post orgasm paradise you swim in radiates off you. “Let me help you,” your arms stretch out to him.” ⟶ Beta Reader: None other that @shadowsremedy​ (thank you for doing this in a timely manner 🧡 you’re awesome!) ⟶ Author’s Note: This fic is apart of @jamaisjoons​ Summer Bucket List Collab. This is my very first collab I have been apart of and I am very happy to have been associated with this project!

The blistering sun beams from above, heat rising scorching hot off the sands. Seagulls squawking in the distance, some scavenging around for disposed food – or snatching some from the unattained.

Yoongi trudges along the beach, black Raybands sit on the bridge of his adorable button nose, a large sunhat, sandals, an excessive tropical theme button-up shirt, and obnoxiously colored swim trunks to set his attire. With each step he takes, his feet kick up sand behind him, a half empty beer in hand in a pink koozie snuggled around the bottle as he sips away at his delicious beverage, merrily.

He sees you ahead, prancing around on the beach volleyball courts with your pony-tail rung high and skin glistening in the light. Right beside those said courts is his destination – the row of canopy tents that provided him his only relief. Shade!

Groups of people huddle around the area, humans of all ages, shapes, color, and size. He secretly hopes the smaller children applied much more sunscreen than normally, especially how they’ve been in and out of the ocean’s water at least five times now. But who’s counting?

Yoongi trails himself back to your shared designated tent, plopping himself down on the double wide reclining lawn chair. Here, he gets a front row seat at your court and some relaxing shade. Feet up, cooler full of snackable food and drinks besides him, and the best view in town – you.

You, the outgoing bubbly beauty, are playing a fun pick-up game with the rest of your party along with a handful of locals. Volleyball is your game much like music is Yoongi’s muse. Even with several differences in interest, the two of you get along quite well emotionally. 

Many times Yoongi catches you thanking Hoseok for introducing you to him, in all honesty that is the only way he would notice you. Yoongi prefers to stay in isolation, nose shoved deep in a music sheet or much too invested in staying in bed all day. Once in a while he will strike up a game of basketball with his friend group, but only on a good day.

At first Yoong was incredibly confused towards you. Why would you want to meet him? Who even were you and when or how did you guys ever run into another? Upon Hoseok’s persistent pleading, insisting that he ‘has a good feeling about the two of you’, Yoongi eventually agreed to meet up with this friend of Hoseok’s.

It was a small date, nothing fancy, just a warm afternoon coffee meet up in the middle of September. Yoongi sat with phone in hand, iced americano in the other, at the bar seats set up at the windowpane in the front of the store of the local café. He was so indulged at tapping away on his phone, he didn’t even register the presence of another standing right next to him. You found it utterly adorable how Yoongi nearly spat out his drink as he stood up to greet you properly, profusely apologizing for his behavior.

Yoongi admitted, he remained skeptical throughout the date, though he was completely intrigued by you. Not only were you attractive in his eyes, cute with a bit of a feisty bite, he admired the way you spoke. You had a hidden passion behind your words – you spoke with confidence, sometimes even assertive… and he liked that.

But, what he enjoyed most is how you would get lost in your words, ranting long sentences when you hadn’t realized you had said too much. Something about the way you talked perked his ears like a silent harp playing in the background of the world. What Yoongi noticed after that date was how you kept his attention the entire time. How it seemed that the two of you were vastly different in many ways, but he found something in you that reeled him in instantly. Before bidding goodbye after the cheap coffee date, he reached for your hand as he asked if you would like to do this again sometime.

Nine months later, he finds himself sitting court side to your beach volleyball game. On vacation with a few of his closest friends at a beach house along the coast. A quick getaway from home, promises of having some game nights and visiting a few touristy areas. The group was partially here to support you at your annual volleyball competition, but other than that they came to party.

“Got it!” you shout, alerting Hoseok – your current teammate – that you were receiving the ball. Yoongi watches as you dive forward into the tan sands, getting an arm under the ball just in time to pop it up for Hoseok to assist.

On the other side of the net, acting as your current rivals were Jungkook and Hoseok’s long-term girlfriend, Haru. They readied themselves up for a freeball to come over, acting fast when Hoseok sent the ball to the deep back corner of the court.

It is worth it to Yoongi to see your beautiful smile light up as you were enjoying the hobby you love most, watch you ravish the sport as if it were your natural element. The sweat beads off of your brow, forearms, even soaked the fabric slightly under each of your breasts of your bikini top. 

A small bickering emits from Jungkook by the looks of it, clearly arguing about something that he finds unfair but it soon washes over from Hoseok kicking up sand at another for the sake of giggles. 

You walk your way over to the tent with Haru after the two rambunctious men chase another towards the ocean. Your boyfriend, who looked completely unbothered by the environment around him even though you knew he’d do anything to be back inside with the cool air conditioner, welcomes you with a warm smile and an iced cold water bottle from the cooler that he has been monitoring because it harbors all the beers. 

“Hey babe,” you lean down, placing a quick peck to Yoongi’s plump lips. He tastes the salt of your sweat, and you taste the alcohol on his breath. “Day drinking much earlier than yesterday?”

Yoongi shrugs in his chair, tilting his head back to finish off his current beverage, “It’s 5pm somewhere... It’s a vacation after all.”

You guzzle down your fresh water, towel wrapping around your neck to help pat down the glistening sweat that coats you. “I’m not judging,” you smile with a wink, “just observing. I don’t want you to be bored.” 

“I’m not bored when I watch you. Plus it’s fun to see Jungkook get riled up.” 

Grabbing hold of one of the many randomly scattered candy bags, Jungkook’s unhealthy snack choices at it’s finest, you settle with a few gummy worms to toss in your mouth. “He does get worked up fast when it comes to games.” The two of you laugh while looking over at the ocean to see Jungkook having Hoseok flipped over his shoulder and walking deeper in the water for a proper body slam. 

“What should we have for dinner tonight? Home cooked or take-out?” Haru inquires, scanning over her phone for local restaurants that may peek the group’s interest. 

Yoongi checks the time on his watch, grimacing at the thought of food shopping so soon when it nearly took you all three hours. A wad of cash was eliminated from his bank account, in the store to pack for the trip in the first place. Thankfully you had offered to him that he wouldn’t have to pay a single dime the entire vacation to make up for covering everyone that day. 

“Let’s grab a bite somewhere, I’ve been to a place called Poseidon’s, lots of seafood and such! My treat.” You gleam a smile towards Yoongi who’s eyes widened at the word seafood, knowing very well how your man enjoys himself some nice cooked lobster. 

Another day, another play. 

Ever since visiting this great spot, your party visited the beach nearly every day! You on the other hand had no choice in the matter because you were practicing for your tournament at the end of the week with your partner. Annually, your old high school best friend and you would sign up for this beach tournament, catch up with another and reminisce on the younger years. It was only for the first week that you’d be tied to this obligation and luckily your group booked the rental house for two weeks, giving you more time with your friends afterwards. 

Maggie, someone who you grew up with ever since befriending another in middle school, was your go-to gal for years before college separated another. She continued to a division one school on an all paid scholarship for volleyball. Your interests were a bit more separate from hers and you find yourself attending a creative arts school, division three, but you still continued to play for your schools team. As much as volleyball will forever be embedded into your blood, you found a new focus when it came to creativity and joined a school where you’d learn how to become a creative director of some sorts. 

Together, Maggie and you spent most days making up the lost time. Your group was more than understanding prior to even agreeing to this vacation, and you all promised to make it worthwhile. One day, Yoongi had joined Maggie, her boyfriend Taehyung, and you on a lunch date. You were happy Yoongi showed up, given the fact that he’s a bit introverted and shy, but regardless the lunch went smoothly and to both Maggie’s and yours surprise - the two of you had found out that Taehyung and Yoongi knew another because they, too, went to the same high school.

Now, as you practice your heart out on the beach courts, Hoseok and Yoongi are padding their feet across the hot sands, hauling the belongings with a small wagon, far away from sight. 

“I know the basics - the idea of how to play.” Yoongi insists, “I just want to be able to play with her. Nothing fancy.” 

“Sounds pretty fancy to me. C’mon she’s the first girl to get you up off your ass. You must like her enough to endure the summer heat, exercising, the sun…” Hoseok counts off his fingers one by one.

“Alright, alright. I get it.” Yoongi shoves Hoseok in the shoulder. “Just get on with it and show me what I need to do.” 

“Ok, first, you smile wide like this!” Hoseok giggles and manages to duck just in time from Yoongi’s flying hand. 

The two pivot themselves off in the distance, much further down the beach than the volleyball courts could see, and far away from your view. To your knowledge the entire group dispersed to enjoy whichever activities they wish to do while you practiced with your partner. What you didn’t know is that Yoongi had asked Hoseok, on one of his drunken moods, for some one-on-one training so that he can pick up on the hobby you love most - to surprise you by the end of vacation and play a game of pick-up with you. 

“Pass this!” Abruptly, Hoseok chucks the beach volleyball at Yoongi - only for him to naturally catch it with his hands. “No! Shake that basketball reflex, arms together! And extend! Make a platform - now pass it.” 

Biting back his sharp tongue, Yoongi tosses the ball back for Hoseok to repeat the action, this time now he is prepared to pass it effortlessly with his forearms. 

“Great!” Hoseok squabbles, “but, now you need the proper position. Bend your knees.” 

“I have to bend them?” Yoongi reacts with a distasteful gesture. 

“Center of gravity needs to be low for movement. Don’t plant your feet! The sand makes it much harder to move in.” He scolds with a push of his hands to Yoongi’s back, knocking the older man off balance. “See, you’re off center!” 

Yoongi scoffs, “Pushing me around isn’t helping!” He fixes his friend with a stern glare through his cat-like eyes.

“Yeah, but it makes you focus. You do better when someone’s on your ass. I hear it all the time back at the apartment, Y/n is a bit… assertive in the bedroom.” Hoseok winks, eyes squinting from corner to corner. 

“It’s no better compared to the amount of broken furniture that came from your room,” Yoongi quickly retorts, “even the damn couch is still broken!”

Hoseok shrugs, “not my fault both Haru, and you enjoy being bossed around by their significant others.” 

Yoongi retaliates, “It’s not being bossed, maybe in your case, but not mine. We go both ways.” 

Hoseok tosses the ball once again, hoping to pepper aimlessly with Yoongi and get him used to moving around, “You sure about that? You’re a passive person, Yoongi. Even I can pick on you and get away with it.” Hoseok taunts with a light heart, returning the ball back and forth between the two of them. 

“Not everything is about being physical.” 

Hoseok smirks, a judging last look before lightly hitting the volleyball down into Yoongi’s platform with the snap of his wrist, “We have a lot to work on, especially when it comes to hand setting. Maybe tomorrow when Y/n isn’t around we can snag a court and play a game with Haru and Kook.”

“We’ve exhausted spades, go-fish, and even tried blackjack.” Jungkook slurs his words around the neck of his beer bottle. He curls up along the armchair where he aimlessly stares up at the ceiling fan, counting out how many times it spins until forgetting where he left off. 

“Well, it’s not the weekend just yet, so the bars won’t be that fun right now.” You speak, a small smile spread across your face as you glance over the table at your boyfriend who is nose deep into another playing card manual. 

Jungkook’s large eyes look at you with hope, “will you go bar hopping with us when we do?”

“We’ll see how tired I am after the tourney, but I would love to, Kook!” 

“Bullshit!” Hoseok’s voice pierced through the sound of pop music playing from Haru’s phone, hand slapping the table timed at the sound of his voice with a finger pointed up on the other as if a lightbulb had gone off above his head. Everyone glances over at him from the sudden outburst, “we haven’t played bullshit yet!” 

You blink, shock value very evident on your face at Hoseok’s accusation. “For a second I thought you were calling me out, saying I wasn’t going to go out.” Laughing, you gather up a handful of playing cards that scattered the tabletop and begin shuffling the deck. 

“Well, that too. We’ve been here only a few days, but you’ve been a bit too busy for some things. And a bit cranky at night too.” Haru jabs Hoseok with her elbow to his side, making him wince the moment her pointy bone contacted him. 

Raising a questioning eyebrow at him, you briefly peeped over at Yoongi who only raised his shoulders to indicate his indifferences under your stare. 

“I’m sorry,” you mutter. “This tournament is important to me, and it’ll be over just after the weekend. We’ll still have a few extra days for activities.”

“Yeah, noona is going to dance with me. It’s already set.” Sweet, drunken Jungkook sighs, head tilt back on his chair. His lips pursed, eyes closed as he imagines the upcoming bar crawl. 

Yoongi interjects, head snapping up to glare over Jungkook, “You’re not going to get all handsy with my girlfriend.” He frowns, tossing a handful of papers to the side. “There’s plenty of single locals here. You’ll have no problem picking one up at a bar.” 

Jungkook peeks one eye open, a cocky grin drawn to his face, “Worried about me taking Y/n?” 

You sit there rolling your eyes, Hoseok too preoccupied by Haru snuggling up against him, and Yoongi death staring Jungkook - probably lighting him on fire in his mind. 

“As if.” Yoongi challenges, grabbing hold of his almost empty drink to finish off with one swig. 

“Guess noona never told you about Valentine’s day weekend? It was magical.” Jungkook snickers, until the push of Yoongi’s chair alerts the younger one of his hyung standing up, ready to go straight for Jungkook. Quickly, the tyrant Jungkook, jumps himself off the chair, throwing a pillow back towards Yoongi as he scampers his way down the hall, away from Yoongi’s wrath and out of view. 

Yoongi shakes his head, “this kid is always so scared of me.” He collects the litter of empty bottles from the coffee table, gathers up the useless waste of napkins and food wrappers around the room to dispose of them in the trash. 

“I’m sure he has many reasons to fear you. I had only given him a kiss to his hand when he burnt it when taking the pizza out of the oven. Guess that’s enough leverage for him to toy with.” You laugh, joining him along with cleaning up the table where you sit. 

“I know,” he chuckles. “The moment it happened he came running into the living room to tell me. He acts like there was more to that.” Yoongi side-eyes you skeptically, almost playfully, “better be all that there was.” 

For some time now, Haru rests her head against Hoseok’s shoulder and you were sure she was probably too tired to do much else, especially at the way she nearly tilts forward when Hoseok moves his body. Haru braces herself quickly, eyes shot wide, and glances you with a sheepish smile. 

“Go to bed.” you urge, “both of you. Aren’t you going to the festival in the morning with us? Get some rest.” 

Both Haru and Hoseok sluggishly get up from their spots, placing a few empty glasses to the counter before departing the room to their quarters. It is a bit late after all, and once the alcohol sinks in a bit everyone starts feeling a bit tired. You’re sure by morning everyone will be rejuvenated, energized to go straight back to partying. 

Without notice, Yoongi stood behind you, resting his hands on both of your shoulders. “Hey…” He whispers.

You make a noise of acknowledgement, raising one of your hands to lay on top of his to rub soft circles around his knuckles.

“You okay, babe? You seem… stressed.” His hands emphasized the word by lightly squeezing the tendons of your shoulders. He feels your body react instantly, the tightness of your back slowly being worked over with his firm thumbs. Rolling over a tight knot, the flick of his thumb forces you to jolt from the straining muscle.

You laugh at your reaction, “Yeah. I guess I am. I’ve been so busy with practicing for the tourney, I guess I haven’t noticed my body has been so –“

“Stiff?” He is quick to finish your sentence, dipping his head down to peck an innocent kiss to your head. You nod with a sigh.

“You’ve been so occupied,” his lips came back down, “you probably forgot that you’re on a vacation.” He smirks into your hair, running his fingers up your neck to your jaw. Yoongi tilts your head back, enough to kiss you upside down.

It's lazy at first, soft pouty lips peppering another in sync. Until Yoongi deepens the kiss, daring himself to push his tongue into your mouth. The wet muscle met with you in a savory passion.

He tastes just as you expect, a hidden spike of whiskey and the odd flavor of mint lingering on his breath.

“Come.” Yoongi breaks away. Walking in front of where you sit he takes your hand in his, leading the two of you back to your bedroom.

“Yoongi…” you drawl out the syllables of his name with a sigh of defeat. “Yoongi, I’m sore.”

Before making it completely down the hallway, he pulls you into him with an arm snaked around your waist and a hand lifting your chin. With a soft smile across his face he gazes down at you with mirth, “I know babe, I’m here to make it better.”

You smile, raising your eyebrows in question, “Oh, yeah?”

Yoongi almost matches your mannerism, but instead gives you a sly look with a poke to your nose. “Yes. Now come.” With a flip you’re facing forward. His arms securely around your middle, Yoongi proceeds to waddle the two of you the rest of the way down the hall and into your room with a fit of shared giggles.

He kicks the door close behind him, ushering you to the edge of your shared bed. Before he let you turn, nuzzling his head between the crook of your neck to leave fleeting kisses across your supple skin.

“Can I take this off?” he whispers, picking at the hem of your shirt.

You hum a tone of acknowledgement, smirking as Yoongi raises the loose material off your body. From here he can see your tan lines complemented by your sports bra, a slight shade darker than your beautiful natural skin tone.

He lightly tugs at one of the crossed straps, allowing it snap against your back. “This too.”

You look over your shoulder with a playful smile, “Of course.”

Cuffing the bottom of your bra you raise it up, allowing freedom to your soft set of mounds before Yoongi is fast in scoping both up with his hands before you could toss away the piece of clothing.

After disposing your athletic top his lips peppered along your shoulder blade.

“Now what?” You question while topping your hands over his.

“Lay down for me,” he directs with a loving slap to your right ass cheek, “face in the pillows.”

Cautiously, you kneel your way up the length of the bed, watching Yoongi who had walked over to a bag besides the dresser. He shuffles through its contents before pulling out a clear bottle with a rosé color top. Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion while pressing your cheek to the fluff of a pillow.

Reading into your quizzical look your boyfriend responds with a wink, “Amber and argan oil.” He teasingly shook the container while stepping closer to the bed.

“You brought massage oil?” You ask, stunned.

“Thought we’d try it out.” Yoongi shrugs, lifting the remainders of your hair off your back, clearing up his workspace.

You groan with satisfaction as Yoongi perches himself over your body, resting his ass on the back of your thighs. “Mmm, I fucking love you,” you giggle into the sheets.

The sound of the cap popping off the bottle arouses your ears and soon enough you feel the lukewarm drizzle down the base of your spine. Its lightweight aroma is subtle, but has a soothing sweet smell. 

Instantly your body melted into Yoongi’s fingertips, they diligently work the slippery liquid across your skin.

“I love you, too.” The smile is heard through his voice. He enjoys the way your back arches towards his hands, the way it chases his touch. He isn’t featherlight, his deft fingers are trained well against the taught muscles of your back, aiming to help un-knot you a bit.

His thumbs are quick to find the tightness along your shoulder blades, taking note to pay special attention to the areas with rigid and stressed muscles.

You deeply sigh into the pillow; eyes close comfortably in relaxation by Yoongi’s skillful digits.

A soft chuckle resounds from his chest, “you’re already moaning for me, babe?”

You nod your head, unashamed.

He watches the scattered goosebumps decorating your back appear and deplete in small fractions. Takes in your sun-kissed skin, the smooth gleam of oil slicking the surface. He smirks at your soft noises and the pleas that ask him to go softer or harder.

Boldly, Yoongi makes an effort to venture lower, dipping his hands into the waistband of your shorts. He rests the elastic below the swell of your ass, grabbing a firm handful of cheek in both palms.

You grumble in submission, not particularly upset with his choice of massage pattern.

Involuntarily, your body acts on its own accord. Arching yourself to further lift your bottom into his kneading hands.

“Careful, Y/n.” Yoongi spiritedly warns. “You’re going to make me hard if you keep that up.”

His thumbs hooked into the muscle of your exposed butt, applying a strong prod into the tenderness. You squirm under him, teeth trapping your bottom lip as a small mewl escapes your nose.

“Easy, easy!” He lets up, moving his hands to your hips. Running circles into your skin with the pads of his fingers, he continues to coax you. “I’m just trying to loosen you up.”

“I know. It feels good. It feels really good, Yoongi.” Huffing with a laugh, “I can’t believe how sore I am.”

Yoongi leans up, clutching his hands around your shoulders and casually dipping himself closer to you. “I can,” he whispers. Yoongi plants a small kiss between your shoulder blades, his hips leaning closer to the round of your ass. There you feel it – a slow drag along the crack of your cheeks of his hardening dick stuffed insides his shorts. He hums when you purposely push up to feel him more.

“I see that someone else also needs to loosen up a bit.”

Yoongi leaves room for you to spin in your spot. Once face-to-face he dips his head closer to yours, nudging your nose against his. “Maybe. Will you help me?”

Your hands raise the material of his shirt up his thin torso, watching Yoongi expertly yank it off in one swift movement.

“Of course, I’ll help you.”

Your smile met his lips with a soft peck that soon turns into a more heated make-out. Your tongue grinds against his just how his hips did into your pelvis.

Those nimble hands of yours traveled the expanse of his sides, legs raised for him to slot between. The kiss races into fervor, your fingers brush against his undercut, tugging at his thick locks and his fingers are desperate to tease your nipples. 

You missed this, you missed him.

“Hold on, let me grab a condom.” Yoongi detaches his lips from yours reluctantly, retrieving a foil pack from a nearby drawer.

Your tongue quickly swipes between your parted lips, watching with a craned neck at your boyfriend who exhausted no time clearing his shorts and slinking the rubber snug along his swollen length. With a few languid tugs at his cock he wiggles his eyebrows towards you. 

Whining almost pathetically, you rub your thighs together as you take his image in. Your boyfriend is handsome after all, you yearned to meet him many months ago because of your massive attraction to the way he looked. Learning to love him, and how dedicated and invested he is with parts of his life which make him happy – you being one of those things. 

You grow more attracted to his whole being, ethos and all. His intuition, spirit, and character as a whole is what draws you into him every time. He makes you feel normal and special at the same time. Yoongi has a way about him that always makes you think about how deep his mind actually can be, always surprising you when he opens up. 

Yoongi saunters back over to you, hands at your knees and running up the plane of your thighs to pull your bottoms off with your assistance.

“Wanna see how wet you are,” he rasps with the spread of your knees. Yoongi positions himself between your limbs, groaning when your slick glistens in the light. Inserting two fingers with little resistance, he listens to the high pitch breath that catches in your throat. With a thumb at your clit and two fingers knuckle deep – he sets a speedy pace.

You clench and unclench in unison to his pads stroking against the rough spongy area embedded in your walls. Yoongi stares at the rise and fall of your chest, the way your mouth parts with each soft moan. You’re beautiful and he knows it, but he wants you to know it – and feel it.  

The warm sensational build up lingers in the pit of your stomach, an all too familiar sign to tell you’re coming close to your peak. Yoongi smirks, noticing this behavior, if not by the way your legs wiggle more and the way your head tosses to the side, but also by the way your cunt tightens around his two slim digits.

“Yoongi –“

His name rolls off your tongue as lustful as ever, your hand latching around the wrist connected to the fingers that assault your in a blissful manner. With his unoccupied hand now holding your hips in place, he inclines his head closer to your core. He replaces his thumb with his mouth, matching the rhythm of his deft fingers.

You shutter underneath him, both hands carding his hair for purchase while waves of pleasure vibrated through your cunt and the expanse of your body. The cream gathering around his fingers made its way into his mouth, savoring your natural essence.

“Feel good?”

Breathlessly nodding your head, you drone at the loss of his fingers. You beam a hazy smile, the post orgasm paradise you swim in radiates off you. “Let me help you,” your arms stretch out to him.

Gladly, Yoongi careens closer, angling himself expertly so that the tip of his condom-covered cock dipped within your folds. Without dithering he pushes forward, sinking his cock in your wall-hugging slippery warmth. Inch by inch he disappears inside you, hitting the base of his pelvis against your clit. With arms snaked around your naked body he rests his head against your shoulder, turned enough to nip along your jawline.

His dick fills you up completely, deliciously. If it wasn’t for the slow shallow deep thrusts he gave your cunt, you’d be completely happy just holding him inside you for hours. In this position it was easy to grind himself into your clit, also easier to lock eyes with your flushed-out expressions.

The two of you exchange pleasurable moans that boosts another’s confidence. Audible noises that turned each other on even more, stroking your lustful pride that the both of you are fully enjoying the dirty act.

“Faster, please.” You match your hips up with his. Squelching noises fill the room with the snap of Yoongi’s thrusts. The wetter you get, the more tempting it is for Yoongi to ram straight into his your pretty cunt.

The jutting of his body scoots yours up with each stride, your legs locked around his waist and arms hooked around his back to anchor yourself. 

Sweat coats around his hairline, threatening to form droplets that eventually would escape his body. The summer night’s dry air hugs the two of you, rising temperatures amplifying your bodies. The smell of sex loiters in the room, no doubt. And you silently thank that famous engineer for inventing the air conditioner, the one that sat in the window to your right - you’re positive the both of you will rush straight to it after this intimacy ended. 

Between grunts, Yoongi whispers profanities. Swearing under his breath and murmuring dirty words into the shell of your ear. “Did you like my fingers in you?” “Like this cock deep inside you?” “You feel fuckin’ fantastic.” “I want to bury myself inside this pussy every night.” “I love you.”

Each sentence fills your mind, swirling your emotions and hormones. It is hot. You sang back your appeals, smiled wide as he sends your body into pleasure.

“Flip.” You request, hauling Yoongi enough to make him roll with you.

You settle atop him, dick still very much intact inside your body. Yoongi gazes at you with hooded eyes, his hair fanning around his head. The beat of his heart matched the same pace as your own, both panting for oxygen and running with the enjoyment your bodies are experiencing.

Bouncing on him with what little strength you still have, you fuck yourself on his swollen cock while Yoongi’s hands are gripping your waist like a vice. The bed squeaks under your weight, his head bobs along with your ministrations, Yoongi’s jagged breath warns you that you’re doing exactly what his body wants.

“Babe, I’m…“

“Me too.” You gasp once his thumb locks onto your clit again, drawing figure-eights quickly. Your walls squeeze around his tender length, body jerking with each ambitious dive of his cock into your cervix.

Yoongi’s head tosses back, brows furrowed in concentration while his bottom lip traps itself between his set of teeth. The erratic moment of your body convulsing on top of him made him lose it – draining himself in the condom with lewd moans and nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he chants with declaration. Mere seconds after his orgasm, you find your second one. A cry breaking free from your mouth, you rock yourself on his shaft throughout your fervent ride, arousal seeping all around his pubic hairs.

Leaning down, you kiss another between labored breaths, “Thank you so much.”

He snorts a laugh, holding you against his chest as his softening dick slips out from your spent hole. “You feel a bit better?”

“A lot better.”

As much as you love to cuddle against your boyfriend, the two of you became much more socially aware of how agonizingly sticky your bodies have become. Unenthusiastically, you peel yourself off the top of Yoongi, rolling yourself to your back. You stare senselessly at the air conditioner that mocks you, frowning about how far of reach it is from the bedside. 

“You think if we turn it on full blast, by the time we’re done with a shower it will be super cold in here?” Yoongi asks, sitting himself to the edge of the bed to carefully yank off the condom without spilling his seed. He looks over his shoulder to you, back and buttcrack exposed to your view and you couldn’t help but smirk fondly at him. 

“God, I hope so. I feel so disgusting right now.” 

Giving yourself enough recuperation time, the two of you finally lift yourselves off the bed, turn on the air conditioner and work your way to the bathroom. The brisk shower remains lukewarm, the sticky sweat washes away with soap sudz and water. Your boyfriend and you came back to a frigid bedroom, a perfect temperature to slink bodies together and canoodle another under the comfort of a blanket for the rest of the night. 

Rejuvenation at its finest, indeed.

Now that it’s Friday - a day before your tournament - you join the group along with the festivities taking hold at the beach front. You share a way-too-sweet customized coffee, some delicious chocolate dipped churros and apple fritters with Yoongi. Battle Haru and Hoseok with the water-shooting contest and also were able to pick out a few hand-made beaded bracelets to gift to your entire party. 

Jungkook and Yoongi went head to head at being the winner with the highest score on the dunk tank, earning one of the larger stuffed purple koalas. To your amusement, and Jungkook’s ego, he gifts you the prize after rubbing his victory in Yoongi’s face. 

“He does it on purpose, Yoongi.” your arm linking around his, watching Hoseok share a singular strawberry malt with Haru between two straws. A corny-coupley thing that you find cute. 

Yoongi tips his hat forward, rubbing his nose quickly to act as if he wasn’t bothered. “I let him win that.” 

“Right,” you peck his shoulder with a kiss. “You reacting the way you do only compels him to continue.” 

“Yeah, one day he’s going to get it,” he pouts, turning over to look at you with a concerned look. “Can’t have him thinking he has any chance.” 

You bite back a smile, squeezing his arm tighter to your body. “Never. Kook isn’t my type.”

“And what is?”

“You,” you coo, grabbing hold of Yoongi for a kiss now to his lips. “Your voice, eyes, that gummy smile of yours.”

“Irrelevant.” Yoongi smirks, nudging you forward toward a booth with swinging basketball hoops. 

“That deep sexy voice of yours, especially in the mornings when I wake up next to you.” You continued to list more things off despite Yoongi’s pleas for you to stop. “I even have a thing for…” you look down his front with a playful smile, wiggling your eyebrows at him. 

“Enough, enough!” he laughs, shaking his head at your ridiculousness. 

Even though from the outside it never seems like Yoongi enjoys attention, compliments, or too many loads of love - you know he appreciates everything positive you say about him. 

“But, what I like most,” Yoongi pays a staff member a few dollars for his shot at the game. You watch his first throw, sinking the ball straight into the moving basket that is purposely bent to rig the game. “The way you are very genuine about everything. You wear your heart on your sleeve. How you can’t hide your fond expressions when someone you care for does something endearing. When you shy away from affection but secretly crave it.”

Yoongi turns his head to look you in the eyes, even with puzzlement dressing his soft face you can see the wonder lurking in his sharp eyes. He shuffles his basketball between his hands anxiously, anticipating your next words. 

“You have one of the most kindest of hearts I have ever had the privilege of getting to know. And I love you.” 

With another flick of his wrist his ball goes to the air, bouncing against the backboard of the moving basket and lulls itself into the hoop. You see the bob of his Adam's apple, a slight furrow of his brow, but what you can’t realize is how your words truly affect him. You live with the comfort knowing that Yoongi has a hard way of expressing his emotions, the thoughts in his mind that race in and out can not form coherent sentences to explain what he is feeling. 

Managing to score four out of the five throws, Yoongi alternatively wins a prize from the top shelf. His hand skims the small of your back, drawing you closer to his side as he requests you to pick one to your liking. You point at a stuffed flamingo, excitement runs through you when the item turns out much more softer to the touch than what it looks like - much like your boyfriend who now stares down at you with precaution. 

“I love you, too.” he mutters, a small coy smile spreading across his lips. 

You had practiced one last time with Maggie before the tournament day, during which Yoongi and Hoseok managed to snag in more volleyball learning without your notice. Even this time they had Haru and Jungkook to help with learning, and surprisingly Yoongi had caught on to the game fairly fast. Even shocking Hoseok with the way Yoongi became a very strong setter with lack of experience. Something about Yoongi with his hands made everything come a bit natural. 

You try - try - your best to go to bed at a decent hour that night, considering that you had to wake up and check-in to your tournament by eight in the morning, set up your canopy and figure out which court you’d be playing on. It was hard to fall asleep at a reasonable hour no thanks to Hoseok’s obnoxiously loud laughter and sputtering words that broke through even the heaviest set of walls. Not even the hush of the air conditioner blowing cold air on high could overcome the harsh vocals of tipsy Hoseok. 

Thankfully, your boyfriend who checks on you a few times within the early night solves the problem of the loud outbursts emitting from the living area of the house. Mainly after the death glare you had shot him with only out of annoyance and a curse under your breath saying “i’m going to fuckin’ murder Hobi if he doesn’t shut the hell up.” 

It was quiet after that and the moment your body found solitude to drift itself into slumber it was comforted by the warmth of Yoongi’s arm slinking around your waist, drawing your body against his as his warm breath fans out of his nose into the back of your neck. 

Your eyes remain shut until the blurting noise from your cell phone awoken you in the morning. 

Now you find yourself in your first match, first set against an opposing team. The air runs from the ocean, a cool breeze before the hot summer sun decides to warm up the sand below your feet. Pool play usually is hit or miss, sometimes a random good team would dominate the other teams in the pool, and luckily you were that very team. 

As the day runs, both you and Maggie go against the other four teams - coming out on top in each match, besides one where the teams split wins. You’re feeling great, Maggie and you become a massive threat towards nearby courts, people knowing who may be the future competition once pool play is over and the winning teams advanced to the next level. 

During the middle of your games, your party finally joined Maggie’s boyfriend under the tent, in favor to help support you to the fullest. It makes you happy to see your favorite humans watch you do well, a boost of confidence always spiking when you can hear the loudest cheers from the sideline knowing damn well it was your good friends rooting you on. 

Tip-toeing along the hot sand side-by-side with Maggie, you run over to give Yoongi a quick hug as you collapse yourself on his seat. “Slept in later than expected?” You tease, noting the time on your watch. 

Yoongi ticks his head towards the youngest who had found purchase in a lounge chair, beach blanket covering his body, “He got a bit more wasted than he expected. Took Hobi and I three different styles of waking his ass up.” 

“And what was the solution?” You laugh with the twist of your water bottle cap, graciously taking a well deserved swig of fresh water. 

“Titty-twisters.” 

You hear a subtle groan from under the blanket of which Jungkook lays, earning a chuckle from the crowd around him. 

“I see,” you snuggle yourself closer into Yoongi’s embrace. “Guess Jungkook doesn’t have it in him to dance with me tonight after the tourney...” 

“Wait - no! I’m fine!” He jumps up, blanket falling off abruptly to unveil the round, red, puffy, sleepless eyes of Jungkook. They wince due to the sunlight bouncing off the surroundings, hair array every way possible. “We’re dancing!” 

“Get more rest and some tylenol in you before even thinking about going to the bar tonight.” You scold, tossing him a random snack from the side pocket of your duffle bag. “And start eating some non-greasy things.” 

Both Maggie and you had finished your lengthy beach tournament; ending up losing in the finals against one of the recurring top teams known to play at this competition. It was close of course, only losing by a few point differentials but it didn’t matter to either one of you at that point in the day because second place has been the farthest the two of you ever had come in the years of playing in this tournament. After surpassing through the semifinals, the two of you were content with whichever outcome you had coming. 

And hey, you guys still won some cash prizes for being in second seat!

After packing up your canopy, riding back to your temporary vacation home to wash up and take a small nap before heading out for the night, you had promised the entire group that you’d take care of tonight's bill and urged the drinkers to go buckwild. 

Poseidon’s pub and nightclub is one of the top hotspots in this area, great live bands every weekend with two different decks and three separate bars, this establishment was your top priority to show off to your friends. By the time your party shows up to the club it’s blasting out loud pop music and flashing lights all around. 

Jungkook, who had slept off his previous night’s hangover, has been completely recuperated and is ready for another night of binge drinking. Hoseok and Haru were first at the nearest bar, darting over to grab a handful of shots to start up the night with courtesy of handing over your card to the bartender for the tab. Yoongi holds you close throughout the waves of bodies dancing and lingering around the floor, your eyes set to your phone as you text Maggie that you had arrived and hope to see her - eventually. 

It wasn’t long until everyone found their inspiration to party, exhaustion aside and now jitters coursing through your body like fireworks, perhaps it was thanks to the alcohol sinking into your system. Bioluminescence lights glisten off the top of your boyfriend's hair in which you run your fingers through, reflecting off just how it did to everyones; his dark sharp-cut eyes even darker with the lighting around him. He smells of fresh aftershave, a minty aroma tingling your nose as you drive your face into the crook of his neck. 

You two enjoy a slow grind to the current song, swinging your hips in sync with another’s, hands never daring to leave each other’s body. Yoongi milked his beers after the first round of shots, tried claiming that liquor before beer you’re in the clear, until Jungkook slides the two of you each a larger drink; a bright red concoction of something massively fruity with a single cherry topping above the ice. 

“It’s called the Red Devil! Haru had one, I had one, now it’s your turn! It’s so good!” Jungkook yells above the music between the two of you, slinking his body against Yoongi and you due to the small areas between other bodies. Jungkook practically shoves a glass into your lips, the other in front of Yoongi’s chest, forcing the two of you to separate enough to clutch each glass. 

“It smells like shit.” Yoongi grimaces, mouth turning downwards into a harsh frown. 

You on the other hand, have no choice but to taste the alcoholic drink because of the clink of the glass against your teeth. It was sweet at first, an indistinctive flavor touching your tongue, causing you to inspect the red liquid as you ponder. Until you see the wide smile from Jungkook, teeth beaming towards you with a mischievous grin. That’s when you notice the tang of flavor spikes, an after taste of cinnamon practically burning its way down your esophagus. 

Coughing, you push the glass back to Jungkook, eyes slightly watering from the sudden flavor. “Oh god, you know I can’t handle spicy shit. That thing is vile!” 

“It’s called Red Devil for a reason!” He laughs, taking the drink back and gulping down a portion of it. At this point Jungkook is going to revisit another nasty hangover in the morning, but you can’t blame him for enjoying his vacation to the fullest. 

Yoongi pushes the glass back to Jungkook, “Give it to Hobi, I'm not drinking this.” 

Infuriating enough, the youngest pushes the glass back, “you give it to him. It’s about time I get my dance with Y/n anyways. You’ve been hogging her all night.” 

“She’s my girlfriend!”

It’s possible that the larger crowd and uncountable ounces of alcohol that Jungkook has taken, causes him to be much more bolder, brasher than usual. He ignores the glare Yoongi sends his way, especially when Jungkook steps between the two of you; back now facing Yoongi. 

You raise your eyebrows at Yoongi, shrugging into your sentence, “Just one song. I’ll come right back to you. I did promise him I'd dance with him.” 

Yoongi doesn’t stay mad too long, but now both of his hands occupy glasses of an unfavorable drink as he walks away to search for Hoseok. He knows Jungkook is just going to pester them the rest of the night if he refuses to allow it and a dance isn’t harmful at all. Even when he perches himself against the wall besides Hoseok and Haru, eyes watching you stare back at him with a smile. 

“You going to pick up any of these people around us?” You question Jungkook who gyrates around you to the new upbeat flow of music. It’s more cluby now, the song switches between motions of fast pace and a slow break down during the chorus, Jungkook perfectly matching the synergy of the music. You glance over at Yoongi a handful of times, shaking your head at Jungkook’s perky dance moves and laughing with the amusement that dresses his face. 

“Actually, I have one coming back with us already - if that’s cool.” Jungkook swings your body around, his front now facing your back. He places his chin on your shoulder as he scans the bodies dancing around. “Long black hair, mini skirt, nine o’clock.” 

“Oh, i’m impressed, you’re a fast worker.” You laugh, spinning back around in place. You push Jungkook softly against his chest, “I expect you to go dance with them instead of me.” 

Jungkook pouts, hair falling short in front of his eyes from bopping his head, “but I have a vendetta with Yoongi, gotta get in my daily annoyance. Plus you’re fun to dance with.” 

“You really do enjoy messing with him.”

Jungkook nods excitedly, eyes scanning the perimeter until he spots the dark haired elder leaning against the wall staring straight back at him. He takes both of your hands in his, raises them up to make kissy noises against each of your knuckles as he laughs along with you. The second Yoongi pushes himself off the wall, Jungkook snaps his head back towards you, bids you farwell and rushes himself through the crowd towards his new acquaintance.

You match Yoongi’s trudges, meeting up with him halfway before he could go any further towards Jungkook. By the look on his face you can tell he was ready to show his dongsaeng who’s boss. 

“Ya know, you’re kind of cute when you get jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.” Yoongi rebukes. 

“Are you mad?”

Looking over Yoongi’s features, his posture remained relaxed but his eyes looked like they were burning holes into the back of Jungkook’s head. “Nah. I just think Jungkook wants to play. It’s funny, honestly. Just don’t tell him that. I’ll just let him believe that i’m mad.” 

His hands lock themselves around your waist, drawing you in closer to his frame. “If anything,” Yoongi latches his lips to yours, “he’s the one who’s jealous. He can’t have you.” 

Soft moans escape through Yoongi’s parted mouth, lips slightly trembling with pleasure building up within his body. You hollow your mouth as much as possible, dipping your head as far down as you could take him before your gag reflex threatens to betray you. Saliva accumulated around the base of his cock, your free hand wraps around the skin you couldn’t fit inside of your mouth just to help add sensations to his entire length. 

It was early, you can see the subtle light leaking through the crack of the curtains of your room; light chirping of seagulls out in the distance along with the winds banging against the chimes outside on the deck. Yoongi’s hand assists with holding your hair up as your head towers his cock, bobbing it up and down beneath the covers. 

The two of you did sleep quite well once you got home, even managing to ignore the random bumps and noises coming out of Jungkook’s neighboring room - he did end up taking that random person back home. 

Though you couldn’t get as drunk as you’d like between the tiredness your body has already undergone, holding Haru’s hair back from puking her stomach out in the club’s bathroom and dealing with a much more drunken Yoongi. Once you rallied up your troops you closed your tab, called a cab and headed home for the night. 

“S-suck harder.” Yoongi begs you in a whisper, cock twitching inside your mouth. 

You slurp, hard, on your next drag up his length. Yoongi inhales sharply, fist tightening within your hair and hips bucking up to chase your mouth. He was coming close to unfolding himself into you, visions of dressing your mouth with his white hot cum rushing through his mind. 

By introducing your free hand to his balls you earn a low guttural groan from Yoongi. Massaging them gently within your palm as you tease your tongue right under the head of his dick. He chokes on his words, hand abruptly forcing your head down to take his cock deeper as he empties himself deep in your throat. 

After swallowing what you can, you wipe your lips off with the back of your hand; other hand lazily tugging Yoongi’s softening cock. You smile up at him. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles, voice croaky. 

He was half asleep when you began to suck your boyfriend off but now you were sure he had become wide awake. 

“I’m sorry I woke you.” 

“I can’t complain.” He smiles lazily, eyes closing as he embraces his post orgasm state. 

Climbing up the side of his body, you card yourself into his arm as you snuggle closer with the blanket. Yoongi looks so at ease with the moment even with the disheveled bed head he’s rocking and puffy cheeks. 

His hand slowly rubs against your back in a soothing pattern, fingers featherlight with each tender stroke. 

“Do you want me to make you some coffee?” You offer, knowing well that Yoongi needed some substance other than alcohol to enter his system. 

Yoongi shakes his head, deciding to curl himself up against you instead, “No, not right now. I just want to stay like this.” 

You weren’t sure how long the two of you remained in each other's embrace, Yoongi quickly fell back asleep against you. The soft pitter-patters of feet outside your room notified you that somebody - probably Hoseok - was up and shuffling his way to the kitchen. Silently, you slip yourself out of Yoongi’s arms and throw on a pair of shorts so you weren’t walking around in just a shirt and underwear. 

“Morning,” you chirp as you enter the kitchen, seeing Hoseok staring at the coffee machine as it drains itself into his awaiting mug. He grumbles his acknowledgment, clearly a bit cranky.

“Jungkook keep you up?” 

“No.” Hoseok sighs, rubbing his hands over his sleep-crusted eyes, “Haru wouldn’t stop crying. She kept saying how sorry she was for throwing up and was worried that she would spend the entire day in bed with a hangover.” 

You voice an ‘oh’ as you place your own mug to the coffee machine after Hoseok takes his in hand, wrapping around the island counter to sit on one of the stools. 

“What time did you manage to sleep?”

“Six.” 

The automatic clock hung on the kitchen wall and flashed a few minutes after eight. You clench your teeth together and you see Hoseok nod in affirmation. “Yeah.” 

You pat Hoseok on the back after grabbing your fresh coffee before shagging his hair up, “Try to get a nap sometime today. I think Jungkook wanted to go to the beach again after hitting up a few shops, you’re more than welcome to come along.” 

“I had already told Yoongi I'd help him with something but we’ll meet you guys at the beach!” 

Before leaving to go back to your room and hand over the cup of coffee to Yoongi, you give Hoseok a confused look. He avoids your eyes, averting his own to the magazines scattered around the counter. 

“You literally have twenty minutes before Y/n comes back here with Jungkook. He’s been trying to stall her as much as possible.” Hoseok warns Yoongi as he stomps his way through the sand and back to the court, hands rubbing the extra sun-screen across his skin. 

“I shouldn’t have drank so much last night.” Yoongi frowns at the volleyball in his hands; he stands at one endline and waits for Hoseok to walk on the court on the other side.

Haru, who also is suffering from too much intoxication, holds her own as a setter between the two courts, ducking herself beneath the net everytime the ball gets sent over. As long as Yoongi and Hoseok maintained control of the ball they could pass it to her zone so she didn’t have to do as much work. 

They play a game, not massively competitive, but enough to get warmed up before you come back for Yoongi’s surprise. He has worked incredibly hard in secrecy. Also, Hoseok proved himself as a decent volleyball coach in the making. 

“Burn it off. I saw you chug a good amount of water already. Work through it and you’ll sober up.”

“I just don’t want to be a complete ass when I play with her.” The sun beams down hard from above; Yoongi’s hat, arms, and feet burn from the contact of the extra exposure. He made sure to apply his own sunscreen at least three separate times ever since he’s been outside, and as much as he loathes the heat and unbearable humidity, he still chooses to play the sport you love most. 

Yoongi serves the ball enough to lollipop the ball over the net in Hoseok’s vicinity. They practice, all three of them, enough to rally the volleyball around. Yoongi still has his moments where he refuses to bend his knees for a pass, insisting that the ball was ‘too high’ for his liking. But what surprises Hoseok the most is Yoongi’s ability to jump fairly high in the sand, it must be the basketball skills that help him perform much better. 

In the middle of a play the group hears a yell from afar. As they turn, they see Jungkook waving his hands in the air with a cheerful smile in the distance, bags in each hand swing aimlessly with his movements. “We’re here!” he screams across the beach, ignoring all the curious bystander’s stares. 

You trail behind Jungkook, tugging the cooler on wheels behind you. Even as you walk towards the courts, your head tilts left and right like a puppy trying to understand what you think you had just seen. Did you see what you think your eyes saw? Is your boyfriend standing in the open sun, on a volleyball court, with a volleyball in his hands right now?

“What are you doing?” You question Yoongi as you step closer, plopping down the cooler under the pitched tent. You’re befuddled, looking between Haru, Hoseok and Yoongi as you try to process any ideas on what is actually going on. 

“I wanted to surprise you.” Yoongi, who now seems incredibly embarrassed with his hand rubbing the back of his neck, spoke softly towards you. 

You smirk with joy, touched that Yoongi has gone out of his way, out of his comfort, to surprise you with a sweet gesture. “Where did you? How? When did you learn?” 

“Hobi’s been helping me a little, i’m not great, but i’m alright.” 

Running over to hug your boyfriend, you giggle into his chest. “This is the cutest thing, I don’t even know what to say.” 

“Say ‘Heads or Tails’.” 

“What?” You turn to look at Jungkook who holds a coin in his hand, prepping it to flip in the air.

“You and Yoongi verses Hobi and I.” He smiles wide, tossing the coin up high into the air. “Call it!”

In unison both Yoongi and you declare tails, and as the coin is caught and flipped in Jungkook’s hand, it reveals that very end. 

“We’ll take recieve.” You chime in, excited with the way Yoongi challenges Jungkook with playful banter. 

Enthusiastically, the groups plant themselves on opposite sides. Whispering small strategies and goals. You tell Yoongi to aim for Hoseok, keep it away from Jungkook, mainly because Jungkook was the stronger hitter of the two. Haru sat in the shade, choosing to be the referee and scorekeeper. 

The game started off light, a few points given to another over silly mistakes and miscommunications. Yoongi shys away from the ball most of the time, thinking you should take most balls because of your experience and that you were generally better at the game. If it wasn’t for you yanking his arm to make him snap out of whatever trance he was in, he’d probably end up letting a ball drop two feet in front of him. 

He was nervous after all, he wants to play well. 

It wasn’t until Hoseok started scuffing up some small trash-talk through the net, more like a taunt towards Yoongi, a tactic to see if Yoongi would step up his game. 

And it was working. 

Especially after Hoseok discusses openly how Yoongi only does well when he’s being bossed around. A small inside joke only the two of the men understood. But what had tilted Yoongi the most was once Jungkook pitched in, adding his own form of toxicity in the mix. Which they all knew would be one thing… using you as leverage to piss Yoongi off.

“Y/n and I had so much fun earlier today. We shared some snacks together, went in a few clothing stores where Y/n tried on a few nice pieces…” 

You roll your eyes, sighing as you look over to Yoongi who stares straight into Jungkook. “Here we go again,” you mutter to yourself.

The next play felt more intense, you even noticed Yoongi stepping closer towards you to pick up the ball more than normal. He wants the ball, he wants to do something with it. 

Yoongi continuously aimed his hits towards Hoseok, nothing too hard, but it was noticeable how he was favoring his spikes towards his roommate. That alone motivated Jungkook to tease Yoongi some more, “Can’t hit at me now? Are you scared or something?” 

The fun laughs and giggles turned into grunts and pants, both you and Yoongi work hard on your side of the court, and you love every second of the heated game that blazed along the summer heat. Jungkook manages to swing very hard, directing his spike right in front of you, but you had just enough time to stick your arm out and pass the ball up before it lands. 

Yoongi rushes over, a dive with his foot, kicking the ball up high enough for you to pass the ball deep into Jungkook’s corner. The youngest scurries himself quickly across the sand, almost colliding with Hoseok in the process. He saves the ball from landing, freeballing it back over to Yoongi’s area. 

“Go outside!” You yell towards Yoongi after he passes the ball high enough for you to square yourself up by the net. 

The pass, the set, the entire momentum of the play came out pristine and this was the golden opportunity for Yoongi to show off his skills. Jungkook sees the chance Yoongi is about to make and runs himself up to the net and readying himself to block Yoongi’s oncoming hit as Hoseok adjusts his positioning in the back court. 

Both men jump, Yoongi winding his arm back to fling it forward, snapping his wrist on top of the ball the moment his hand came in contact with it. He angles his swing, cutting the direction of the ball to the open area just inside the ten-foot line that remained uncovered. 

In the process of the hit, Jungkook leaps himself up, arms raised high in an attempt to block the spike. He does manage to block the direct path of the volleyball… but with his face instead. 

The volleyball smacks hard into Jungkook’s face, cutting straight down into his side of the net as Jungkook stumbles back to save the ball from completely falling, but fails as he lands on the ground. His nose quickly turns red from impact, scrunching his face as his hands cover the sore appendage. 

Both you and Hoseok sputter out words, asking Jungkook if he’s alright as he locks eyes with Yoongi. Yoongi stands stunned at the incident, eyes wide and mouth gaping as Jungkook smiles back at him after making sure his nose wasn’t bleeding. 

“Guess I deserve that, huh?” 

Yoongi shrugs, holding his hand out for Jungkook to help lift himself up, “Yeah, probably.” The two of them laugh it off, shaking the sand from their bodies. 

Before ending the game and walking back to the shade of the tent, Yoongi pulls you in for a hug, kissing your temple. “Told you he was gonna get it.”

“Yoongi!” you scold with a laugh, shaking your head in disapproval yet he knows you find it enjoyable. 

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