#i think i may have mentioned a guy that i kind of lik

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Darkness and You | h.s

summery: a late night drive takes an unexpected turn when an handsome stranger takes his place in your passenger seat.

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WARNING ⚠️ sexual references, mention of unprotected sex. MINORS DNI! you’re responsible for your own consumption, don’t blame me later. It’s your own choice.

Posted on: November 25th, 2024

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Surprise lovelies! The first part from serial-killer!Harry series is here and I really hope you enjoy it. 😌 let me know how was it and if you have any ideas for other parts, I just might post some more this week itself. this is my first ever try at writing 18+ stuff tho it’s not really much so I hope it didn’t suck🤭😳 REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

You don’t do this. Any of this. You don’t pick up hitchhikers in the middle of the night. Especially men.

You’ve seen a lot of horror movies and you’ve heard a ton of news stories.

You’re not five. You know what you should and what you shouldn’t do. But you’ve made an array of bad choices tonight so why not continue it?

You don’t know what it was but something compelled you to pull over.

The boy with the curls and those deep green eyes, gets into the passenger seat, a grateful smile on his face. He looks sweet, to be honest.

“Oh, thank you so so much. I’ve been out here for so long. My car just gave out on me and there’s no signal in this shithole.” He says, his English accent very evident as he adjusts his seatbelt. “May I know my saviour’s name?” He asks with a smiles that shows a pair of dimples.

The air is thick with the quiet hum of the engine, and your fingers clench the steering wheel a little tighter than usual. You’re not sure if it’s the cold seeping into the car or the nervous energy building in your chest. Something about this feels surreal, like stepping into a scene you’d only watch from the safety of your couch. Yet, here you are, with a stranger in the passenger seat and an unspoken weight hanging between you.

“Uh, YN,” you reply, your voice more hesitant than you’d like. His accent catches you off guard again, so polished and charming it almost makes you forget the unease simmering below the surface. Almost.

“YN,” he repeats, letting your name roll off his tongue like he’s testing its sound. “That’s a lovely name. I’m Harry.”

Harry. It suits him somehow. Still, you can’t help but glance at him out of the corner of your eye. His curls are messy, probably from standing in the cold too long, and his coat looks worn, but there’s a warmth to him. Those green eyes, so striking, carry a sense of ease—like he’s the last person in the world you should be afraid of.

Still, you’re not stupid. Sweet smiles and dimples don’t guarantee safety.

“So… where are you headed?” you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral while silently calculating how far you are from the nearest gas station or town. Somewhere with people. Witnesses.

He exhales, the sound almost a laugh. “Honestly? Just anywhere away from here.” He runs a hand through his curls, shaking his head. “My car decided to betray me in the middle of nowhere. Tried to call for help, but of course, there’s no signal. Classic, right?”

You manage a small laugh, though it feels forced. Your instincts are at war—one side whispering that this guy is harmless, the other screaming at you for stopping in the first place.

“Well,” you say, trying to sound composed, “you got lucky I came by. Not a lot of cars out tonight.”

“Not a lot of kind people either,” Harry adds, his voice softer now. “I was starting to think I’d be out there all night.”

His words linger in the air, and for a moment, you feel a pang of guilt. Maybe he’s just another unlucky soul, stranded and hoping for a break. Maybe you’re overthinking this. Or maybe this is exactly how every cautionary tale starts.

“So, YN,” Harry says, breaking the silence again. His tone is light, conversational, as if this is the most normal thing in the world. “What’s a girl like you doing out here at this hour? Don’t tell me you’re running away from something, too.”

The question catches you off guard, and your grip on the wheel tightens. “No,” you reply quickly, a little too defensively. “Just… a long drive. Needed to clear my head.”

He hums in acknowledgment, not pushing further, and you feel a flicker of relief. He leans back in his seat, letting his head rest against the window. For a moment, you think he’s going to drift off, but then he glances at you again, his eyes almost piercing in their intensity.

“You’ve got this look,” he says, his voice quieter now. “Like you’re carrying the weight of the world.”

You don’t respond right away, unsure how to take that. “You’ve known me for all of five minutes,” you finally say, trying to deflect with a weak smile. “Bit of a bold assumption, don’t you think?”

He chuckles softly. “Maybe. But I’m pretty good at reading people.”

The car falls into a strange silence again, and you can feel his gaze shift back to the window. There’s something about him—something you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s not just the way he talks or the way he looks at you. It’s the way he feels out of place, like he belongs in a story that hasn’t been written yet.

And for reasons you can’t explain, you let yourself keep driving.

There was some reason he can’t take his eyes off of you, almost as if you’re a rare piece of art he couldn’t help but admire.

“You always pick up handsome strangers in the middle of the night?” He teases with a cheeky smirk on his features.

You glance over at him, briefly, before focusing back on the road. The way his smirk lingers, paired with those dimples, feels both disarming and maddeningly charming. “Not usually,” you reply, your tone even, though you’re acutely aware of his gaze on you. “Just the ones who look like they’ve had a rough night.”

He laughs at that, the sound soft and warm, filling the small space of the car. “Lucky me, then,” he says, his accent turning the words into something smoother, like they carry more weight than they should. “Although, I think the luck might be yours. How often do you get to share a car with a proper English gentleman?”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “English gentleman, huh? You sound like a guy who gives himself that title. Let me guess, you also drink tea at every opportunity and say ‘cheerio’ unironically?”

His hand flies to his chest in mock offense, and he lets out a dramatic gasp. “Cheerio? Absolutely not. What do you take me for, a walking British stereotype?”

“Maybe,” you shoot back, your tone playful now. “I mean, you did say your car ‘gave out,’ and who even says that anymore?”

He chuckles again, his head tilting slightly as he studies you. “Fair enough. But for the record, I’m more of a coffee guy. And I don’t say ‘cheerio.’” His smirk returns, softer this time, as he adds, “I think you might be the first person to question my gentleman status, though. Most people just take one look at me and assume I’m… irresistible.”

You snort, trying to stifle your laugh. “Irresistible? You really do think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“Can you blame me?” he quips, his voice teasing but not cocky. His gaze lingers again, softer now, almost contemplative. “But I’m serious. You’ve got this… way about you. Like you’re completely unimpressed by people like me, and I can’t decide if it’s refreshing or terrifying.”

That catches you off guard, and you shift in your seat, the smile slipping from your face just a little. “People like you?”

He shrugs, the smirk still lingering but now tinged with something deeper. “You know, the ones who talk too much, crack jokes, try to charm their way through life. The ones who should be lucky just to share the same space as someone like you.”

Your stomach flips at his words, a mix of unease and flattery you’re not quite sure how to handle. You keep your eyes on the road, focusing on the distant glow of headlights in the distance. “You’ve got a lot of opinions for someone who just met me.”

“Maybe,” he admits, leaning back in his seat and letting his gaze wander out the window. “But you can tell a lot about someone in five minutes. Like how you’ve got this look in your eyes, like you’re constantly bracing for something to go wrong.”

You freeze for just a moment, his words hitting closer to home than you’d like. “You’re imagining things,” you say quickly, brushing it off with a casualness you don’t really feel.

“Maybe I am,” he replies, his voice low and calm, like he doesn’t quite believe you but won’t push. After a moment, he adds, almost to himself, “But for some reason, I can’t stop looking at you. It’s like… you’re a puzzle, and I can’t figure out the edges.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you settle for silence, the tension in the car shifting to something strange and unspoken. Outside, the road stretches endlessly ahead, the darkness pressing in on both sides. And for the first time since picking him up, you wonder if you’re the one being read, the layers of your carefully built armor peeling away under the weight of those deep green eyes.

Harry leans back in his seat, one hand resting casually on his knee as he studies you. His gaze, though soft, feels weighted—like he’s trying to peel back layers you didn’t even know you were wearing. After a beat of silence, he speaks, his voice low and curious.

“Can I ask you something, YN?” he says, his tone gentle, almost disarming.

You glance at him briefly before focusing back on the road. “Sure,” you reply, though the way he says your name sends a faint chill up your spine.

“Aren’t you scared?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. “Picking up a male stranger in the middle of the night? Alone? I mean, you said it yourself—this isn’t exactly normal behavior.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, his words triggering the voice of reason that’s been screaming at you ever since you stopped the car. Your fingers tighten on the steering wheel, and you force a small laugh. “A little,” you admit, though your voice wavers slightly. “But you don’t seem like the scary type.”

Harry’s lips curl into a smile, one that’s almost too perfect—dimples and all. “Well, I promise you, I’m not some sort of serial killer,” he says lightly, his tone almost playful. “Scout’s honor.”

Something about his phrasing makes you laugh, and the tension in your chest eases—if only slightly. “Isn’t that exactly what all serial killers say in the movies?” you tease, glancing at him briefly with a raised brow.

Harry’s smile widens, but there’s a flicker of something behind his eyes—a shadow of a thought you can’t quite catch. “Touché,” he says, leaning forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze never leaves you, as though he’s memorizing every detail of your face. “I suppose it would be the perfect cover, wouldn’t it? A smile, a little charm… make yourself seem harmless enough, and no one suspects a thing.”

The way he says it sends a ripple of unease through you, and the playful smirk he wears only deepens the strange knot in your stomach. You force yourself to stay calm, trying to brush it off. “That’s… a little creepy, don’t you think?” you reply, half-joking.

Harry chuckles softly, the sound low and almost hypnotic. “Maybe. But if I were a killer, wouldn’t I have already done something by now? You’ve got me here, alone, no witnesses. Seems like the perfect opportunity, doesn’t it?”

Your heart skips a beat, and your hands grip the wheel tighter, your knuckles whitening. His voice is still light, teasing, but there’s an undercurrent to his words that you can’t quite place. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to gauge whether he’s just messing with you or if there’s something darker lurking beneath the surface.

“And yet,” he continues, his tone softening again, “here I am, just a guy stranded on the side of the road, grateful for the kindness of a beautiful stranger.”

Your throat feels dry as you swallow hard, forcing yourself to respond. “Well, for your sake—and mine—I hope you’re telling the truth.”

He lets out another soft laugh, leaning back against the seat again. “Of course I am,” he says smoothly. But there’s something about the way he says it—like he knows more than he’s letting on. Like he’s enjoying this moment a little too much.

The road stretches on in front of you, the darkness pressing in from all sides, and for the first time, you start to wonder if stopping for Harry was the worst decision you’ve ever made. Because while his smile is charming and his voice is calm, there’s something about him that feels off. Like the quiet before a storm.

Harry shifts in his seat, his gaze flicking to you every so often, like he’s studying the curve of your profile, the way your fingers tap the wheel, the faint crease in your brow as you concentrate on the dark road ahead. The hum of the engine and the soft patter of the tires on asphalt are the only sounds filling the car now, a strange kind of peace settling between you two.

“How far’s the city?” he asks casually, breaking the quiet, his voice smooth and easy, though there’s a strange undertone to it—like he already knows the answer but wants to hear you say it.

You glance at the dashboard clock before replying, “Probably around three hours. Give or take.”

Harry lets out a soft hum, leaning back in his seat, his head tilting toward you as though drawn by some invisible force. Three hours. Three uninterrupted hours with you. It’s enough to make his heart race.

He lets the silence return, but his thoughts are anything but quiet. His mind is a storm of emotions and desires—chaotic, consuming, and entirely focused on you. There’s something about you that’s different. It’s not just the way you look, though your beauty feels like something out of a dream. It’s the way you hold yourself, the sharpness in your wit, the vulnerability you try to mask but can’t fully hide. You’re magnetic in a way he can’t explain, and the more he sits beside you, the deeper his obsession grows.

He watches the soft glow of the dashboard lights reflect off your face, highlighting your cheekbones and the curve of your jaw. He wonders what it would feel like to trace that line with his fingers. To know the softness of your skin. To see you look at him not with the occasional suspicion that flashes in your eyes but with trust. Admiration. Love.

His thoughts spiral, wild and untamed, as his gaze lingers on you. What would it take for you to see him the way he already sees you? Would you ever understand how special you are? How perfect this moment is? You were meant to find him tonight—he’s sure of it. The universe wouldn’t have aligned so perfectly otherwise.

His fingers twitch, his desire to reach out, to touch you, almost overwhelming. But no, not yet. He has time. Three hours to savor this moment, to bask in the glow of your presence, to solidify the bond he’s convinced you’re destined to share.

You’re unaware of the storm raging in his mind, the way his chest tightens with every glance at you. You think the silence is peaceful, and in a way, it is—for you. For Harry, it’s intoxicating. Maddening.

He forces himself to take a steady breath, his fingers curling into his palms as he tries to calm the fire within him. He doesn’t want to scare you, not yet. You’re like a delicate thread, and if he pulls too hard, you might snap.

So, he keeps his voice soft, his demeanor calm, though his thoughts are anything but. He smiles to himself, a small, secret smile, as he stares out the window at the endless darkness. You have no idea, he thinks, how utterly and completely you’ve captured him.

And he plans to make sure you never get away.

As the silence stretches between you, Harry's mind spirals further into chaos. He shifts again in his seat, the seatbelt digging into his chest as his thoughts race uncontrollably. His green eyes flicker to the rearview mirror and then to the empty backseat, a dark thought taking hold of him. It's ridiculous, he knows, but the image is vivid, almost too vivid to push away-the two of you tangled together in the small space, your back arching against the leather as his hands grip your hips, holding you in place.

The idea sends a heat rushing through him, and he clenches his jaw, forcing his gaze back to the road ahead. But it's no use. His thoughts keep circling back, no matter how hard he tries to distract himself. The way your lips curve as you speak, the soft rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, the faint scent of your perfume that fills the car—it's driving him mad. You're so close, yet just out of reach, and it's enough to make him want to explode.

He imagines it so clearly: the way you'd look beneath him, your head thrown back, your lips parted in a gasp as he claims you. The sound of his name spilling from your mouth, a mix of moans and screams that would echo in his ears forever. The thought of marking you, leaving his fingerprints, his bruises, his everything on you-it consumes him. He wants you to be his, entirely his, in every possible way. To make sure no one else could ever have you, touch you, or even think of you the way he does.

His breathing becomes shallow as the lust builds inside him, threatening to take over. His hands clench into fists in his lap, his nails digging into his palms as he fights to regain control. Not yet, he tells himself. Not yet. You're driving, unaware of the wildfire burning inside him, and the last thing he wants is to ruin this perfect moment.

But his eyes betray him, flicking back to the rearview mirror, imagining again how easy it would be. The backseat seems like it was made for this-for you. He could pull you back there, coax you into his arms, and let his hands explore every inch of you. He'd take his time, memorizing the feel of your skin, the way your body reacts to his touch. You'd look so beautiful, so utterly perfect, with your cheeks flushed and your voice breaking as you beg for more.

Harry exhales sharply, trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. He turns his head slightly, stealing another glance at you, and it only makes things worse. The way your lips press together in concentration as you drive, the way your fingers drum softly against the steering wheel-it's enough to make him want to lose control.

He shifts again, trying to adjust himself discreetly, the tension in his body almost unbearable now. His lustful thoughts are a storm, loud and demanding, drowning out every ounce of reason he has left. He's trying to distract himself, to think of anything else, but it's no use. Every thought keeps looping back to you-your voice, your scent, your body, your everything.

You glance at him briefly, catching the flicker of something dark and unspoken in his eyes, but you brush it off as nothing. To you, he's still the stranded, grateful stranger, polite and charming, sitting quietly beside you.

But Harry's chest tightens as he fights the urge to act on the consuming need inside him. His teeth graze his bottom lip, his mind racing. He's never felt like this before— this overwhelming obsession, this uncontrollable desire. And it terrifies him. But it also excites him, in a way he can't even begin to describe.

For now, he forces himself to stay still, to keep his hands in his lap and his voice calm. But his thoughts? His thoughts are far from calm. They're filled with you, with every possible way he wants to have you. And the longer he sits beside you, the harder it becomes to stop himself from making you his. Completely, utterly, and irrevocably his.

Harry’s voice cuts through the silence, a casual curiosity in his tone that makes you glance at him briefly. “You don’t have a boyfriend yet, do you?”

You raise an eyebrow, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected question. You keep your eyes on the road, trying to process his words. “How did you know?” you ask, voice light, though you can’t quite place the reason why it feels like an oddly personal question.

Harry shrugs slightly, a devil-may-care smile curling on his lips. “Just a guess,” he says nonchalantly. “No man in his right mind would let a gorgeous girl like you be alone at night for this long. Either that or you’ve got a terrible taste in men.”

His words hit you with an unexpected warmth. You laugh, a soft chuckle escaping your lips, trying to hide the flutter of something that rises in your chest. It feels like he’s teasing you, and yet there’s a charm in his tone, something alluring and carefree that makes it hard not to feel a little… flattered.

“Terrible taste, huh?” you reply, half-joking, your eyes flickering back to him. “Well, maybe I’ve just been too picky.”

Harry’s smirk deepens, a glint of mischief dancing in his green eyes. He leans forward slightly, his voice low, as if sharing a secret. “Maybe I can be your new boyfriend,” he suggests, his tone playful but with a teasing undertone that makes your pulse quicken. “Save you from your bad taste?”

You laugh again, this time more freely, the sound light and natural. “Oh really?” you reply, shaking your head with a mock skeptical smile. “You think you could do a better job?”

Harry’s gaze flickers to you, a knowing glint in his eyes, as if he’s sure he’s exactly what you need, even though you’re not quite sure how to respond. “I mean,” he says, his smile widening, “you wouldn’t know until you tried, would you?”

The playful banter between the two of you continues, the tension that had briefly been present starting to dissipate, replaced by a light-hearted connection that feels easy and natural. But beneath the surface of the conversation, Harry’s thoughts still swirl with that same obsessive desire. He’s enjoying the game, enjoying the way you laugh, the way your eyes twinkle when you tease him back. But deep down, he’s already picturing what it would look like if he were your boyfriend. How it would feel to have you close, to make you his—completely, entirely, and without question.

For now, though, he lets the teasing continue, enjoying the playfulness between you, and the undeniable pull he feels toward you. But he knows, deep down, that this is only the beginning. This is just the start of what’s to come. And he’s more than willing to wait for the moment when you’ll be his.

Harry’s smirk widens as you teasingly reply, “Maybe.” He can’t help it; his pulse quickens at your words. He’s always been good at reading people, but with you, everything feels like an exciting game—one he’s eager to win.

He leans in a little, his arm stretching out to rest on the console between you, positioning himself closer. His breath hitches slightly as he catches the scent of your perfume again, the warmth of your presence filling the car. He’s trying to remain casual, but he can’t help it; his thoughts are moving too fast, pulling him deeper into the haze of attraction.

“Give me some hope at least, moon flower,” he says, his voice softer now, almost intimate. “Let me know I’ve got a shot.”

His eyes never leave you as he waits for your response, and when you tease him back, saying, “Okay, you do. You have a shot at it,” Harry’s grin stretches across his face, almost too excited for his own good. It’s as if he’s won something. Something he can’t quite put into words yet, but it feels like a step toward getting closer to you.

He sits up straighter, a surge of confidence overtaking him. His gaze moves over your figure with a deliberation that makes your stomach flutter. The way his eyes drink in the details of your face, your body, makes you feel… noticed. Seen.

“That’s one hell of a boost for my ego,” Harry says, his voice dripping with a mix of playful arrogance and genuine admiration. “I’ve got a chance with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze. It’s flattering, but there’s something else in his look—something deeper, something more consuming than mere compliments. It’s as if he’s claiming you in some unspoken way. His eyes linger a little too long, and though he’s trying to be playful, there’s a certain hunger there that catches you off guard.

A part of you wants to laugh it off, but another part of you… well, another part of you can’t quite deny the effect his words have on you. The way his confidence oozes, the way he seems to have you completely captivated even when he’s just speaking casually.

You force your gaze back to the road, but the tension between you both feels different now. It’s charged, electric—filled with unspoken possibilities. Harry, however, doesn’t let up. His eyes keep studying you, as if trying to decipher every little detail about you. His lips curl into a smile that’s both triumphant and knowing.

The atmosphere in the car shifts. The lightness of the teasing still hangs in the air, but there’s a deeper layer now—one that feels almost like a promise. Harry’s made it clear: he’s not here for just a simple ride. He’s here to win your attention, your affection, to make sure you know exactly how much he wants you. And as he watches you, he knows he’s already made his mark on you in some way, whether you realize it yet or not.

The air between you thickens, charged with the energy of his words. Harry's voice lowers, almost like a secret. "This might sound crazy since I hardly know you," he says, his gaze flickering from your face to your lips, then back to your eyes. "But I really, really want to kiss you."

The intensity of his gaze, the weight of his words, sends a rush of heat to your chest.

Your heart skips a beat, then races faster than before. You know it's reckless, impulsive, but it's as if something deep inside you is responding to him, telling you to act, to do something. But before you can process the surge of emotions, your foot slams down on the brake pedal without warning.

Harry's eyes widen, his body thrown forward by the sudden stop. His hands instinctively grip the console as he stumbles against the force of the car halting.

"Jesus!" he exclaims, his voice laced with shock, his pulse spiking.

You breathe shakily, your hands still gripping the steering wheel as the car finally comes to a stop. The silence in the car is thick with anticipation. Harry's heart is racing, not just from the sudden stop, but from the way you're looking at him now-there's something different in your eyes. Something that mirrors the craving he's been feeling.

When the shock of the stop wears off, Harry turns to you, his breath coming in quick bursts. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he stares at you.

"Why the hell did you stop the car like that, love?" he asks, his voice rough, his brows furrowed in both confusion and curiosity.

Your eyes lock with his, and something shifts. The walls you'd both been playing behind-teasing, joking-begin to crumble. His question hangs in the air between you like a challenge. But then, without saying another word, you lean toward him. A glint of something darker passes over your face.

"Because I wanted to do this," you whisper, and without waiting for any further hesitation, your lips crash into his.

The kiss is immediate and intense, born out of the tension that's been building ever since he first got into the car. His lips are soft but urgent, pulling you closer. There's no room for uncertainty anymore; only the heat of the moment, the heat of his body pressing against yours, the heat of desire crackling between you both.

Harry responds eagerly, his hand reaching to cup your jaw, fingers threading into your hair as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours. The taste of him is intoxicating, sending a pulse of warmth straight to your core. His kiss is fierce, as if he's been waiting for this moment just as much as you. His tongue brushes against yours, a soft, tantalizing pressure that makes you lose yourself in the sensation.

For a brief moment, nothing else matters-the world outside the car, the consequences, the lingering doubt. All of it fades away as you both succumb to the pull of each other, driven by something stronger than logic or reason. The kiss feels like a release, the pent-up tension from the entire ride coming to fruition in one passionate, desperate embrace.

When you finally break away, your breaths are ragged, both of you still close, your foreheads resting against each other. Your pulse is wild, your heart pounding in your chest, and you can't help but smile at the way he looks at you now-his eyes dark with desire, filled with a hunger that matches your own.

Harry grins, a satisfied, almost predatory look crossing his face. "Well... I guess I got what I wanted," he murmurs, his lips barely brushing against yours as he speaks.

But you know this isn't over. The tension between you both is only just beginning, and neither of you can walk away from it now.

“God, you’re so hot,” Harry mutters against your lips, the hand not on your face sneaking down to your thigh, his fingers gently squeezing the flesh through your jeans. He’s getting drunk on you, addicted to the feeling of your lips on his. He’s never before felt this way, it’s like something in him has snapped in half, the primal and possessive side of him awakening. He doesn’t want to let you go.

The kiss gets more heated, the sweet gestures replaced by desperate and hungry ones. Harry’s fingers dig into your thigh almost possessively, his head tilting to deepen the kiss even more.

His tongue runs over your lower lip, begging for entrance.

As soon as you grant him access his tongue immediately pushes inside your mouth, exploring every inch of your wet cavern hungrily. It’s as if he wants to devour you. His hand moves up from your thigh to your waist, pulling you closer, trying to get the most possible body contact.

“You’re driving me insane, princess…” Harry mumbles against your lips, one hand now gently gripping your chin, holding you in place. He’s practically addicted to the way your mouth feels on his, you’ve unleashed something primal in him, something he has trouble controlling.

“Your car is like.. a perfect spot for this, love,” Harry comments, his lips moving off of yours, down to your jawline. He begins kissing the skin there as he speaks, “Plenty of space… dark, private… you should park somewhere. I bet your backseats are really comfortable.”

There was no denying that he get want he wants and you’re now his… and this is just the beginning

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Hitagi Honeymoon

007

“Hey Oikura, I'm going on a honeymoon to Tochigi with Hitagi tomorrow, would you like to come along?”

“Die.”

“You shouldn't tell a twenty-four-year-old to die.”

“I had too many things to say, so I simply and succinctly said ‘die.’ I didn't want to speak more than one word to you. But, I'm an adult too, so let me organize and list my objections one by one: don't invite me on a honeymoon, don't invite me the day before, and I hate you. Hate the hate with hate by hate for hate to hate at hate of hate.”

“What? You came to the wedding, didn't you? That was the first time I saw you dressed up. You looked fantastic.”

“I attended as a friend of the bride. Don't address me so casually, you married man. Don't say ‘fantastic’ without any sincerity.”

“Can't you take time off? Just for three days.”

“When will you stop thinking like a college student? I have work. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, and the following day, and the day after that and the one after that and even the day after that. I may have unpaid leave but no paid leave.”

“You should retire, just say you're sick and need to be hospitalized.”

“Don't try to put me in a hospital. Even if every page of my schedule book was blank, I would eternally refuse to go on a trip with Araragi.”

“Which Araragi is that, though?”

“It should go without saying. It's not at all complicated. I'll continue to call Senjougahara-san by her maiden name. After all, she's going to get a divorce soon anyway.”

“Ahahaha. So, about that.”

“Don't ignore my curse.”

“I have thoughts about us sharing the same surname. Well, I knew it was a sudden invitation and you might not come, but if I didn't at least give it a try, I thought you’d be complaining later.”

“Don't make me out to be someone so troublesome.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“If you're asking if I don't like being called a troublesome person because I am one, the answer is yes.”

“You really are troublesome.”

“Even if I had an appointment booked six months in advance, I still wouldn't go.”

“Your schedule is packed all the way to half a year later. That's amazing for a town hall worker.”

“Ah, isn’t this just like you? Even after getting married, you never quite become an adult.”

“Well, now that I have a family of my own, I thought we’d have a close-knit family relationship with you from now on…”

“Impossible. I don't have a family.”

“"That was tactless of me. My apologies. Let me formally apologize for what I just said. However, you did accept and witness our marriage registration, so you're practically quasi-family to us as a married couple?”

“No, that was part of my job. What even is a quasi-family?”

“Witnessing for us was part of your job too?”

“Senjougahara-san, who ended up with a guy like you who barely understands how to fill out paperwork, brought the marriage form without a name listed for the witness. So I reluctantly lent my name just so it could be processed.”

“We are very happy and grateful for that, but it's also kind of worrying that you might end up becoming a co-signer for someone's debt someday like this.”

“Don't worry. If I were to become a co-signer, the debt review would not even pass.”

“What kind of past do you have?”

“A turbulent one. My credit history is a mess. My name got changed and reset once, but still.”

“Oh?”

“Haven’t I mentioned that? No no, you just forgot as usual, Araragi. When we first met by some mistake, I wasn't Oikura.”

“Was that so? Oh right, I think Ougi-chan mentioned something like that, maybe she didn't—”

“Who's Ougi-chan? Another new addition of the Araragi Girls? She wasn't at the wedding.”

“She's stuck at school, unfortunately, so couldn't make it to Tochigi…Oh, I see. You didn't idolize Euler just because you were Oikura. You loved mathematics even before the Old Oikura began.”

"Old Oikura or not, it's still me—it's just a change in the name.”

"I see, that makes sense."

"What other cases could there be?"

"Well, I feel like for some people, their name really shapes them. Like me - having the name 'Koyomi' makes me want to become a historic figure."

“Your 'koyomi' and 'history' use different kanji.”¹

“No way.”

“How embarrassing it is to think that someone like you is representing Japan and training in America. I wonder if I should revoke your working visa with my authority.”

“Are you such a powerful figure? I can't believe someone so capable could be exploited like this. I'm not exactly representing Japan and training at the FBI Academy or anything.”

“So you've always been a student."

“Don't you worry about me. I'm enjoying my eternal life, oh, I mean eternal moratorium.”

“You’re not exactly living up to your name. Not turning the pages of the calendar.”

“You have a way with words. In that sense, you’ve grown up, just like your name suggests.”

“How annoying. I know that when I was attending Naoetsu High School, people were badmouthing me behind my back, calling me 'Oikura Sodatanai.'”²

“I didn't know that… I know you were called 'How Much,' but why 'Sodatanai’?”

“Then I've just revealed some unnecessary information. Senjougahara-san told me about it some time ago.”

“She might be the source of that rumor. If it was during our first year of high school.”

“How can that be, when I looked after that sickly girl without holding back anything?”

“She loved to talk bad about people she liked. And she didn't speak ill of those she wasn't interested in.”

“It was just a lovely little tsundere moment, that nickname, wasn’t it.”

“Oh, for the first time in my life, I heard you praise someone, although it was such a simple compliment.”

“Is it just Senjougahara where you're going?”

"Well, despite everything going on, my schedule is getting packed. It's only a two night, three day trip but…I've got to catch a flight to Washington on the fourth day."

"You should be the one taking time off. I'm sure they'll understand over there."

"Even though I've been pulled every which way, I'm still technically in training. The wedding itself was quite the forced march…and with everything commission-based at work, I can't take too much time off."

"Sounds like a tough work environment all around. I definitely wouldn't go, but as a witness I'll be happy to proofread your honeymoon itinerary. What's the roadmap looking like?"

"It's nice getting your corrections again."

"I doubt you remember back when I used to proofread your work."

“I remember, maths fairy.”

"Want me to send you to an early grave?"

"You're the only one who could raise me up or put me six feet under. Anyway, no way around the two night, three day schedule, so I've had to drop some places like Ashikaga, but there are still a few spots we just can't miss."

"You should build in some wiggle room on a trip like this. Otherwise it'll be too jam-packed."

"You're probably right. We're driving back and forth to squeeze it all in."

"Driving instead of taking the bullet train? Why? You want to be jammed in while stuck in traffic too? Haven't you heard of traffic jams?"

“Don't shoot down the idea all at once. I did suggest the bullet train, but Hitagi-san really wants to drive.”

“Right.”

"Ever since high school, she got her license on the sly before she even graduated. She's just that kind of person, you know? I heard about this mountain pass called Irohazaka from someone else, she said she really wants to try."

"They'll rescind her license for that."

"Well, that's a problem for day two. On the first day we're going to Nasu Highlands. There's something I need to see there-- the Killing Stone."

“Killing Stone? On your honeymoon?”

"I know how that sounds, but it's not like I'm excited to see the Killing Stone itself. That's just incidental. The main thing is I want to go glamping. It's really trendy right now. Barbecues, hot springs, a nice relaxing experience-- that's what I'm looking for."

"No amount of barbecues or hot springs can offset a place as ominous as the Killing Stone. If you're not excited about it, then who is?"

"The next day after having nasuben in Nasu, we'll go down from the highlands to Nikko. We'll see the Sleeping Cat at Nikko Toshogu Shrine."

"Not answering my question at all. The Sleeping Cat… to commemorate Hanekawa-san, I assume?"

“She's not dead. Hanekawa is still alive… probably. But I read about it in the guidebook-- apparently there is a bird carved into the back of the Sleeping Cat. Cat with wings. It made me wonder if Nikko Toshogu Shrine was the inspiration for Hanekawa's character."

"Surely you're not going just to see that-- it's a World Heritage Site. You should try to learn something other than math, you know."

"Along with Nikko Toshogu Shrine, Futarasan Shrine nearby is also a World Heritage Site, and it's famous for being a shrine for matchmaking, so I'll be sure to properly visit and pray there too."

"Ah, now it's sounding more like a honeymoon. Finally."

“I also heard there's a huge sword, Nenekirimaru, at Chugushi Shrine near Lake Chuzenji, so if possible, I’d like to show… uh, see it too.”

“Suddenly you're acting all suspicious. I feel like there are opinions from lots of different people mixed in. Are you two really deciding this just between yourselves?”

“As you can see by me asking for your opinion like this, I do want to take in lots of different views-- that's just the democratic sort I am.”

“Hmm… smells fishy… I'll launch a negative campaign against you if you run.”

“What an unpleasant threat.”

“So you want to climb Irohazaka to get a look at that big sword?”

“I'd love to ride one of those swan boats on Lake Chuzenji if they've got any going. We talked about climbing Mt Nantai too but it looks like you need to submit a climbing plan for mountains at that level, so I dropped that idea.”

“It'd be great if you got lost and died up there. Just you, mind.”

“Well, if that's what you want I could make it happen, but if there are casualties it causes trouble for the mountain. I don't want to upset nature. So I'll drive carefully on Irohazaka. And if we've got time after that I want to see Kegon Falls and Ryuzu Falls before heading to Senjougahara while there's still daylight.”

“Why's that? To see the stars?”

“I'm going along with Hitagi's idea that it'll be an anticlimax if we can see stars before we get to Senjougahara. She wants us to watch the sun slowly set when we get there, spot the first star, and then spend the whole night gazing at the starry sky.”

“Rather than stargazing, it sounds like serious amateur astronomy. What, we're camping out the second night too?”

“The second night we sleep in the car.”

“Hardcore.”

“To be honest, when I suggested it I was planning we'd look at the stars for a couple of hours then head to a hotel. Apparently it's got some nice ones. But when I asked, Hitagi said it was her lifelong dream-- to look at the stars all night long, without blinking. So it's full-on hardcore stargazing.”

“She really is a romantic. And you just casually invite me on some crazy tough trip.”

“When we die, we die together, Oikura.”

"Death comes for us all eventually, I suppose. I won't deny the allure of stargazing, but unless it's a meteor shower or a lunar eclipse, can you really spend a whole night just staring at the sky without getting bored? I've spent my life looking at the ground, so I don't really understand it."

“Don't casually mention such sad things…”

"I've stomped on the ground all my life imagining it was you.”

“Don't casually mentions such scary things either… But the stars keep moving relentlessly, you know. It's like timelapse photography- or fixed point observation, I guess… They may not be shooting stars, but if I can make even one person's wish come true, I've no complaints. Except for the other guys, that is."

“Other guys?”

“Oh, I just mean there might be other tourists there stargazing too.”

"Maybe, it being a weekday and all… I won't call it a bad hobby, but I can't imagine those starry-eyed stargazers sticking it out all night. Even if it's summer, it must get freezing spending a night on Senjougahara, right? It's pretty high up there."

“Is it? I thought it was a marsh, so I imagined it was quite flat.”

“What was that about climbing Irohazaka?”

“Oh right… I'd better take precautions against the cold then. That's good advice. You really let your guard down, Oikura.”

“I thought Senjougahara-san wouldn’t overlook something like that. What's the plan for the last day after stargazing all night at Senjougahara?”

"I'm keeping that day open, as a buffer. If all goes well, we'll finish up with one last stargazing session, then head home. But I don't anticipate a trouble-free trip, traveling with me and all."

“How lame… With you, Araragi, you’re not so much a troublemaker, but more like a firestarter.”

“So what do you think about our honeymoon roadmap?”

“It isn't over until you get back home.”

“What do you mean?”

“After spending the entire night stargazing, descending Irohazaka seems to be a risky proposal, no matter who drives.”

“We'll be fine. It's not like we'll be drinking while watching the stars, and we'd already have traveled the path once on the way up.”

“But you wouldn’t have. You're ill-informed, Araragi. The ascent and descent of Irohazaka are two separate paths.”

“Ah, I think I recall hearing that from… someone else.”

“What someone?”

“A fanged someone.”

“What's that supposed to mean? I haven't been there myself, but if the geography class I took in college was accurate, the ascent should be Irohazaka no. 2, and the descent Irohazaka no. 1.”

“The ascent is the second slope? We must view the mountain peak as the starting point, I see. The seat of the gods.”

“The forty-eight syllables on the slope are counted from the bottom up. Anyway, drive safely. Before descending, make sure to take a nap. Apart from one major concern, that's pretty much all I wanted to say.”

“There's something bigger than a traffic accident? You should've led with that!”

“If mentioning the ominous Killing Stone was simply a side note, then I assume the main events of the honeymoon are the glamping on the first night and stargazing on the second, right?”

“Well, yeah. I'm looking forward to Toshogu Shrine and the Nenekirimaru, but it's actually my first time going on a trip with Hitagi. That’s why those two are something I centered on.”

“Have you checked the weather forecast?”

“Huh?”

“What if it rains?”

I was stopped dead in my tracks.

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Comparison of 暦, koyomi (calendar), and the first kanji in 歴史, history.

Sodachi is a verb meaning “to grow”, and sodatanai is its negative form. This joke was actually first made in Owarimonogatari audio commentary narrated by Sodachi and Hitagi. That is the conversation Sodachi references shortly after. 

翼Tsubasa=wing.

[idkimnotreal]

at a restaurant with my mother. we're regular costumers there.

(forgive the out of order stream of consciousness)

there's a cute waiter. we're both guys. the restaurant has an all male waiter staff. also, disclaimer, we don't tip in brazil, so nothing waiters ever do is for tips.

i found him cute since the first day we've been there. i can't say if he thought the same but i've often found that we give off vibes when we're interested in someone that we don't know we're giving off. it might be something unconscious for us. maybe i look at him when i think he's not looking but he is... and so on.

so this guy, right. it's an expensive restaurant. we call them "executive restaurants" here. it's not a place you go to every day if you don't have that kind of money, which we don't, but we can treat ourselves once a week or so. says something about what kind of place it is.

(edit: apparently executive restaurants are for professionals who are on their lunch breaks. so it's a level above streetcorner restaurant but still not expensive. but the place has an air of quality and refinement)

and about that, 1) most reviews for that restaurant mention the attentive and high quality staff and 2) this particular waiter has been working there since we started going there a few months ago, so he's not "new". not new enough to make the sort of mistake he did. unless, some reasons.

he took my plate when i was done but my mother was still eating and he didn't ask if i was done/if he could take my plate (so it's two rules of etiquette he outright ignored, and may i say i had never had a waiter take my plate without asking before). and in doing that, he touched my pinkie, as my hands were on the table next to the plate. (and by not asking he "ensured" they stayed that way)

one. he was tired and decided fuck it. but that was too much disrespect to just attribute to his tiredness (i could literally tell his management and he'd get a warning). if he did that whenever he was tired, he'd get fired. which maybe he wants to, but that's assuming too much.

two. he was tired and momentarily forgot about etiquette. it can happen. more difficult when you're a "high quality waiter", but anyway.

three. he didn't mind touching me. i live in the south of brazil and we're more uhh... noisy about touching here. we like our personal space. a lot. we don't like touching strangers. we often don't like touching friends. so that's a bit strange, but we're both guys so maybe he genuinely didn't mind. (some of these reasons can happen together)

four. he wanted to touch me. which is where i want to arrive at. when he took my plate, both me and my mother found that extremely weird, and she commented on it. right after he did it, i felt like it was flirting. because i've "liked" him ever since i set eyes on him. communication is nonverbal too, as much as i might struggle with that.

if he picked up on something, teasing might be his way of saying "hey, i'm here". because it's been a while, right. so he touches my finger and gives me something to remember him by. and it worked, btw. i'm not gonna try to read his other behaviour such as where he stands or how often he's around me since he's working and such. and that's too imprecise and might lead me to the wrong conclusion.

but the touching, accompanied by the breaking of two consecutive rules of etiquette, in an expensive restaurant, is a bit much of a clear signal to me. i mean - even my mother found it weird. and i'd never had a waiter take a plate without asking before. and that i remember, not before everyone else on the table was done as well. it did leave an impression.

so anyway. drama of the week. like what the fuck. i'm so touch starved. i need him to touch my pinkie again. it burned my skin the way it always does when someone you're into touches you. i can't wait to go back there with mother (maybe alone why tf not at this point), but at the same time i'm so anxious about it. i'm so nervous close to guys i genuinely like. it's a part of me not many people see. that level of insecurity. i try to project confidence always and it somehow miraculously works. but what he did set me thinking and it's something i don't often appreciate, but at the same time i do, and it's all so weird and i'm fucking 25 feeling like a teenager again. oh whatever.

[yikesharringrove]

the fic you wrote for my last prompt was amazing, ty 😭 can you do 50 + 56 this time please? and if you want to work in dyslexic!steve too that would be awesome! 🥰

You are speaking my fuckin’ language, dyslexic Steve is my ABSOLUTE jam. Honestly, whenever I write Steve, he’s dyslexic, although sometimes it’s not mentioned because it’s not important to Harry’s journey @ jk rowling

Thank you for your request! I’m really glad you liked the other one I wrote! You’re anonymous so I don’t know which one that is but I really enjoyed writing them all! Sorry for my manic energy rn.

Something a little different, it’s modern au! This is probably nothing like what you were thinking so I’m sorry, but I kinda love it ngl.

50: Secret Admirer

56: “I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.”

Prompt list!

Billy spent three and a half hours reading through every single tweet on the account.

There were so fucking many of them. The earliest one was timestamped from four days ago, so obviously, this person had no life outside of tweeting.

Tweeting about Billy.

He had a few personal favorites. He had retweeted them to his account, figuring may as well play it up, make a joke outta everything.

@ImHardForHargrove: sorry WHOMST gave you the RIGHT to have eyes that fuckin blue im YELLING

@ImHardForHargrove: watchin u play basketball is a religious experience y are ur arms so BIG hhnnnng

And Billy’s absolute favorite, which he pinned right at the top of his account

@ImHardForHargrove: ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass

Billy knew he looked good. Knew he turned heads wherever he went. He did that on purpose. But realizing someone at Hawkins High had set up a thirst account for him, well.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.” Billy had explained the situation to Robin, letting her go through the account on his phone. “Like, It’s kinda nice, whoever this guy is, he’s got a crush. But also like, It’s kinda creepy. Plus he’s objectifying me,” Billy was talking through his sandwich.

Robin made a face of disgust. “Why do you keep saying ‘he’? All of the girls in this fucking school are practically drooling for you.”

“Hard for Hargrove, Robin. I know you’re like, revolted by the peen and whatever but that does not excuse a lack of basic sexual education and anatomy.” She gagged at him. Honest to God, gagged. He thought she was gonna spew all over the table.

“If I ever hear you call it a peen ever again, it’s on sight Hargrove.” Heather plopped herself down next to Robin, kissing her cheek before zeroing in on Billy’s phone, still in Robin’s hand.

“Have you guys worked out who it could be yet?” Her eyes were wide at Billy.

“Billy says he thinks its a guy even though people with penises aren’t necessarily men.” Robin gave him a pointed look.

“Yeah Robin, I know that, but, I don’t know I just think it’s a guy penis-having person.”

Heather narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you actually think that, or are you just hoping in that goblin little brain of yours that this account is Steve Harrington’s.” Billy could feel the heat spread down his neck.

“Billy, I know Steve is like, the only out guy in this whole fucking town, but you can do way better than him.  PLUS, I feel like it makes more sense if the person running this account wasn’t out and had to channel their gay yearning through social media.”

“First of all Robin, you have this vendetta against Steve that I don’t get. He’s a nice guy. He’s kinda dopey, kinda dumb, but he’s like, sweet and shit. Second, I’m not out, so it still could be him because he doesn’t think I would, like, accept his advances or whatever. Hence, gay internet yearning.” The chime of the bell sent them packing their lunches, Billy’s phone vibrated in Robin’s hand. She rolled her eyes when he realized he turned on notifications for the account

“Get a fucking life you loser.” She slapped the phone into his hand. He opened the new tweet with embarrassing zeal.

@ImHardForHargrove: i saw u talking with ur mouth full and it was yucky but i was still  🥺🥺

His head shot up, trying to see who would have been facing him during lunch, but the cafeteria was almost empty.

The rest of the week Billy took deliberate care of every interaction he had with anyone. Observing who was in his surroundings, and making note of everything he did and said. He took extra caution around Steve, wanting to spot any minute detail that could give away who ran the account.

The account started blowing up. People were retweeting like fucking crazy. Everywhere he went, he was being asked if he’s seen it, like he doesn’t regularly retweet the good ones. The search for the owner of the account had spread throughout the whole school. A few girls even tried to claim the account was theirs, but every time that happened the account would tweet out something to discredit whoever made the claim, proving them a liar.

Billy was starting to lose hope it was Harrington. The tweets were coming at all different times, posted whenever the person thought about it, so Billy was losing track of who was near when he said or did something. And the tweets were always about stupid stuff Billy didn’t register doing. On Wednesday night the account said

@ImHardForHargrove: hi when you chew on your pencil and it makes me 🥴 that is all thx for comin to my ted talk

Friday afternoon gave them all:

@ImHardForHargrove: walked past ur classroom and u were asleep ive never wanted to CUDDLE someone so bad in my LIFE

But Saturday, Saturday renewed all hope for Harrington Billy could possibly have. Lauren Kranz was throwing a party. It was the first real rager in a while, so everyone was there, and everyone was sloshed. Everyone but Billy, who’d agreed to be designated driver for Robin and Heather like some kinda idiot.

He was brooding on the back porch when his phone went off. The account was active, and the owner was drunk.

@ImHardForHargrove: I can seeeeee u oyt the windw I wan u 2 FUC ME. RAW DOG.

@ImHardForHargrove: srry ur so beauitiful nd THICCC

@ImHardForHargrove: I wana shoot my shot but idk if u lik bois

@ImHardForHargrove: (ys i am boi)

@ImHardForHargrove: nd i dont wana get my heart broken agin 😥

He was right about it being a guy. He was right about him being too nervous to approach him outright. His brain was screaming stevestevesteve at him. Hawkins was shook when Steve came out as bisexual in his sophomore year. He was the golden boy, a real jock. He was NOT the kind of guy people would assume queer in a small midwestern town.

He was kind of a douchebag, dumping one girl for another, sleeping with her and never calling again. But then he settled down with this guy from the University of Indianapolis for a few months until Steve caught him cheating. Apparently, he had slashed the guy’s tires. Billy was impressed.

The next year came Wheeler, who only stuck around long enough to make sure Steve was nice and whipped before she fucked off on him too. So Steve retreated. Spent more time with middle schoolers than anybody else. Didn’t want to put his heart on the line anymore until he knew it wouldn’t be stomped on.  Billy could respect that.

Billy couldn’t risk being out in a town like Hawkins. Word always had a way of getting right back to his dad, and in a tiny hick town with nothing better to do than gossip, it was usually only a matter of hours before Neil heard something he didn’t like.

@ImHardForHargrove: srry 4 bad typing rn. drunk nd dysl exic ren’t a happy combo

Billy’s heart stopped. The drunken idiot was giving himself away. Maybe if he sat here staring at the account long enough, enough would be revealed he could figure it all out like a shitty drunk episode of Blue’s Clues.

He was so focused on Twitter, refreshing his feed, again and again, he didn’t notice a very drunk, and very unsteady Steve Harrington stumbling out the back door towards him. Until he crashed into his back.

“Sorry, Bill!” Billy had Steve by the shoulders trying to keep him upright. “Heyy I have a question for you.” Steve grabbed one of Billy’s hands and veered over to the table and chairs arranged neatly on the small patio. When they were sitting, Steve kept ahold of Billy’s hand.

“Hi.” Steve was smiling like a little kid. Billy was in fucking love.

“hey, Harrington. What was your question.”

“So-oo. I have this friend. A very good friend. Super close. And he has a big ol’ crush on you but he’s too scared to ask you himself because he keeps getting his heart fuckin’ broken so he wanted me to ask. Are you into guys?” It’s a miracle Billy understood any of that, every word blending into the next.

“That depends.” Billy leaned in, running his tongue along his bottom lip. He saw Steve take in a sharp breath, following the movement with his glazed eyes. He knew Steve was talking about himself, he just wanted to rile him up a little. Make him blush first. “This friend you’re talkin’ about. He’s our age? Like you’re not trying to set me up with one a’ your kids, right?” Steve physically recoiled.

“NO, you fuckin’ pedo. I’m NOT trying to set you up with a fuckin’, fuckin’ middle schooler. My friend is, uh eighteen. He’s a senior.” Unless Tommy fuckin’ H. suddenly had a penchant for dick Billy didn’t know about, Steve was 100% talking about himself.

“Well, if he’s as pretty as you are, I’d love to go out with him sometime.” Billy winked. Steve went red.

“Okay, but like, does that mean you’d go out with me? Like I’m as pretty as me, right? Because I was talking about me. Not ‘a friend’ I was talking about me. Steve.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that out. You know, I was hoping it was you running that Twitter. Any time you’d tweet out something you wanted to do with me, I was always picturin’ doing it with you, Baby.” Billy was practically purring. “Especially all the shit you wanted me to do TO you.” Steve gave something between a whine and a groan and flopped himself onto Billy’s lap, straddling him with very little grace.

“Thank God. ‘Cause you’re so fucking hot I’d let you do anything to me. Anything, Bill.” Billy smiled softly at him.

“Then let me take you home. Let me put you in bed to sleep off all this. And let me take you to breakfast tomorrow. Something nice and greasy for your hangover tummy.” Steve was a puddle in Billy’s lap. “C’mon, Drunky, git your ass up.” Steve just giggled and muttered Drunky Skunky under his breath.

Billy sighed and stood up, hefting Steve up with him.

“Bil-ly,” Steve whined. “You’re so strong, this is so fucking hot. I gotta tweet about this.”

“Tweet it later, Sweet Thing.”

It took Billy for-fucking-ever to find Robin and Heather (they were making out in the basement with the stoners). But Steve chirped and cooed into his ear, so happy Billy could lift him and hold him like it was nothing.

The last tweet from the account was timestamped from Sunday evening.

@ImHardForHargrove: Hi this is Steve. Billy’s my boyfriend now 🥰#ThirstWorks

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh Episode 30 Season 4: The Dead Joey Shuffle

Lets ignore everything happening on planet Earth right now and talk about old ass anime, shall we? Yes, my sky turned a horrible end of the world yellow/orange color for an entire day because of a LOT of fire in my state. But thankfully, the winds have changed, the sky is blue...and I can write about Yugioh again.

Last we left off, Tristan, Tea, and Yami stumbled across two fresh corpses. Now, when Joey died a season or two ago (I honestly can’t remember when), we had my favorite storyboarder at the helm just sweeping emotion all over the field and the intense weeping for Joey Wheeler lasted for like 30 minutes. Yugi freaked out in the puzzle headspace for like half an episode and nearly gave up playing cards again, Yami punched a wall and then put a duel disk on Joey’s arm like a funerary send off to the afterlife, Tea started losing her mind and begged Yugi to drop out of the tourney so Yugi wouldn’t die, and Pharaoh was like “yo Tea, Yugi can’t talk right now can we do this later????” And then Tristan, out of nowhere, just started shaking Joey and screaming at him to wake up (and I think he punched him in the face and it got censored? Yo that episode is wild.) Joey got plugged to some Kaiba Corp med bay that had like 2 dozen weird sensors attached to his chest and feet to keep him alive. Serenity was like hyperventilating in the back, just a LOT of stuff was happening all at once.

But this time, with an ordinary animation team, these three kids are so distracted by the other corpse, that they only cry just a little bit before being like “woah what?”

And like this is their second time. Maybe they’ve gotten used to Joey being dead? Maybe they got it all out of their system and are now a lot more accustomed to the fact that they all must die. Several times.

Confronted with this Agatha Christie brand debacle, Tristan makes an incredible reach that is also completely correct. Like this is such an amazing incredible reach.

Hire Tristan as your detective, hot damn. There are like 7.8 billion Orichalcos-possessed people on this planet right now trying to kill Joey Wheeler and Tristan actually called the right one.

Yami never tells us who he blames, but it’s OK, because the show immediately cuts over to Dartz’ silicon valley fortress to tell us without telling us. So while this animation team isn’t as insanely extra as our previous animation teams, they still know how to edit their cuts to work alongside their dialogue just fine.

(read more under the cut)

Lets take a little while to just take this in. Someone took a while to make it, so rather than look at it for half a second before it passes--please lets count the number of floating streets in this scene.

3.

So before when I talked about the history of San Francisco, I mentioned the old Embarcadero, which was a double decker street wrapped around the peninsula. (we still see parts of this double decker set up on parts of the highway to this day.) But what if--they actually have no idea that the Embarcadero was a thing before it fell down in an earthquake?

What if they just...wanted San Francisco to be vaguely cyberpunk in this universe and that floating freeway was supposed to be futuristic and not just an 80′s throwback?

Because there’s 3 streets stacked on top of eachother right here and yo there is no where in the city built like this. This is a Gotham situation where the poors live on the lower levels and the rich just kind of hang out on the top. We have too many Earthquakes in reality to ever support this setup but Yugioh...wow. They went for it.

Also, our art deco architecture isn’t quite in this style as Dartz’ mansion. Mind you, this isn’t full deco, and the structure has more of an ancient world vibe. But...while San Fransisco does have a lot of deco, it’s just different (sorry you’re not really here for the architecture but youknow, I’m an artist so I do think a lot about why concept artists may have gone where they went)

++++++++++RANT ABOUT SF DECO VS COMIC BOOK DECO FEEL FREE TO SKIP++++++++++++++

So I’m not going to dare say this is a mistake on the Yugioh team by any means, since Deco is Deco and who knows when Dartz built that building. But like I’ve seen the SF skyline many times in this show and it’s got some funky shapes in it that are just sooo off to me. They keep drawing a more Futurist New York. Truth is, we don’t have that many skyscrapers in SF.

Most of the pictures you see of scaling buildings are of this one area around the financial district--everything else is...pretty short. So in those photos they very carefully crop out all the really squat as hell buildings on either side of it, to give the impression that our city is super tall, much like a dating app.

And, as far as Art Deco Gotham-esque skyscrapers go, we got ones like this guy:

Where at a glance it’s like...that’s barely deco (and barely that impressive. This is 1/3 the height of the Empire State building.) Compared to a lot of cities in America, our skyscrapers aren’t as...clearly deco from far away? We don’t have the huge ass humps and long ass gilded lines of the Empire State building or the Chrysler building. You only really get those details when you zoom in.

Our other skyscrapers are kinda understated or modern in comparison. And the reason why we just don’t have many deco skyscrapers is because...our ground ain’t good for building skyscrapers at all, so it took us kind of a while to build up.

Like we got this tower that we built recently (the first skyscraper they built in SF in a good while) and they decided to name it the “The Millennium Tower” which...I know...good job, team, clearly you wanted to get cursed. Well the tower started leaning about 3 or 4 years ago, like well over a foot from it’s original spot, it’s just tilting and sinking away, and people are freaking out because it’s surrounded by other tall buildings so they’re like “damn it we’re gonna dominoes.” The people in charge were like “well...we don’t know why it’s leaning...but I’m sure it’s fine” and it’s like “the ground. It was the ground...you dumbasses” not to mention that it’s clearly cursed by at least one angry Egyptian Ghost but...what do you do?

I would absolutely watch the Yugioh spinoff season about the Millennium Tower and the SF tycoons that got possessed by a ghost and have to play card games to keep their tower from squishing all of San Francisco. Yo you should hire me, Yugioh, I got IDEAS.

Man...Yugioh predicting the future, how did they call the ill fate of The Millennium Tower????

But anyway, most skyscrapers in SF are kind of boring because they have to be sturdy as hell. But, they have some neat modern shapes (like the Transamerica Pyramid--in the shape of A PYRAMID that hasn’t shown it’s face once this entire Egyptian influenced anime)

I mean, come on Yugioh, it’s right there.

Also the hell is this weird UFO on this picture I lifted off of google?

Like I think it’s 4 jets? 

I may have lifted this from an alien website, so forgive me, q-anon for lifting your image, I’m trying to talk about architecture in my Yugioh blog.

In fact the only building I (and google) can think of that is both really tall and deco-ey is this one:

And it’s a Marriot hotel built in the late 80′s. And honestly, it looks way more 1980′s Las Vegas than it does Deco. (It honestly looks like photobashing but made real, this is a weird building.)

And I could be wrong and overlooking a very important structure, but most of the city’s really cool art deco buildings are in the form of theaters, libraries, churches, schools, and houses--which are only a few stories tall. They’re gorgeous buildings with cool and different silhouettes, it’s just not very big.

Like I believe this is an old high school?

also a lot of our “art deco” has no idea if it’s victorian, deco, or art noveau so they’ll just hit all of it to see what sticks. It’s a lot more eclectic than other places where Deco is typically more...straight-lined. I kinda hate defining art styles as masculine or feminine but honestly it’s the quickest way to really hit home the difference between a Bruce Timm art deco that you’d see in a comic book, (which is very New York inspired) and what we have in San Fransisco which is really decorative and decadent.

The Yugioh SF just has no curvy nonsense and that really sticks out to me.

Ornate swirls get shoved Everywhere. Willy nilly. Just everywhere randomly. And it sits next to other structures that are modern and simplistic. It’s very San Francisco to have this old world next to new world.

And it makes sense. SF is the other side of the continent from New York, and about as far West as you can go from the movement going on in Europe. So...we made our own take and tl;dr the art deco in our city doesn’t look like Gotham at all.

And, while it’s not as grand or dark or iconic, it’s a good thing. It’s what helps make San Fransisco look really unique compared to other American cities--the fact that we're...short and eclectic. Our district with the skyscrapers is where it’s kinda boring, actually--the good stuff is when you get away from that. Where every little building has a spunky wild personality.

But in a show like this you gotta make it seem more grand and less homely so--they scaled up the buildings a lot more than we really have and homogenized all the stylings into one (and they axed every Victorian swirl because they don’t want to draw that). They really just turned SF into comic book New York--especially since I’ve only seen like...one steep hill since we got here.

It’s fine, and it makes complete sense why they did it, (I’m more confused as to why most of California is a Nevada desert so I can easily forgive a San Francisco without the right Deco) it’s just a very different energy.

and honestly...it’s an energy influenced by the tone of the show. Everything has a very dark blue-gray palate, and it’s because it’s literally the end of the world, Joey has died, everyone is sad...maybe it would be out of place to have a building that looks like it sparks joy? The harsh and cold lines do add to the gravity of the situation.

Maybe I would have done the same thing? In the end, the legibility of your story matters more than the accuracy of your story--especially when it comes to TV. Which is somewhat a controversial statement, and there’s exceptions when it comes to cultural stuff. But while the culture of San Fransisco was erased (a culture that they did draw in the beginning of the season! they did show alcatraz, a trolly, and the golden gate!), it is at a point in the show where...all of humanity is being erased anyway. Could also be symbolic? Maybe?

+++++++++++++END OF THE ART DECO RANT+++++++++++++

So anyway, stepping away from lovely buildings and into this gross ass abandoned park, Yami decides he’s gotta get himself to this gaudy ass Batman building ASAP.

He can ride a horse but he absolutely will not ride a motorcycle. Or touch Joey Wheeler’s dead body.

Which is wild because apparently there’s a Yugioh spinoff where all they do is ride motorcycles??? But from what I heard, Yami is not in it. Which is the most wild thing.

So uh...you know how much I love art details, lets take a long look at this one.

AH no.

Nope nope nope nope.

I hate this logo. It looks like an emperor penguin’s eyebrow thingies. Like a face with just four huge eyebrows.

Not sure why we randomly have a new logo. It’s nearly the end of the season, we’ve already shown the Orichalcos logo so many times. Was this episode made earlier in development than the rest? Is that why there were like - I dunno, put this random logo here... Maybe we’ll figure out the rest of the logo later?

I don’t know. This weird logo feels so out of place.

And then because I’m thinking about buildings...maybe it’s influenced by our Shell building?

Maybe? Or not? Just saying you got a round thing with radial lines hovering over a trellis...the possibility is there that they were inspired but had to edit it down for animation? Eh, I’m reaching desperately for anything that looks like San Francisco at this point.

Anyways, the front door of this building is an elevator (????) and in a somewhat confusing set of cuts, out of this elevator comes the murderer herself.

And she’s dead.

SO HAPPY I didn’t have to watch that card game but like...c’mon. There’s no way Mai would lose to Raphael.

Maybe that’s why they couldn’t show it? Because she’s the only person on this show who uses a themed deck with cards that actually sync with eachother? (outside of Pegasus’ toon deck and Grandpa’s voltron deck ((sorry it’s name isn’t voltron, I’ve forgotten the name of the robot that you build out of other cards. Exodus? Exodysseus?

It’s Exodia isn't it? Wtv. 2020′s been a real long one, all y’all.)) )

(don’t ask where the smoke came from, we don’t know. Maybe Yami felt like making it to be more aesthetic. It is a fun visual tic to the show.)

So Yami goes into this elevator instead of anticipating that this is obviously a trap. Like most would just decide to take the stairs instead, but Yami loves falling for a good obvious trap every once and a while (or, in the case of this season--each and every single time a trap is placed in front of him) and so this takes him directly to the fightclub roof of yore.

Ah. We started this season on fightclub roof, in like...2010 or whenever I started this season. Feels like forever ago. How long has the year of 2020 been? 20 years of my life? 40 years of my life? Was I in fact never born before 2020 started? I honestly don’t remember anymore who I was before this year happened. Probably because I inhaled just a hell ton of wildfire smoke and now my brain is a bunch of jelly beans rattling around in a jar.

Anyway, Raphael just hands Yami (by hands I mean throws aggressively) Joey’s dragon card.

A little unsure why he’d do this since...this is the weapon to destroy Dartz. Why are you giving it back to the Pharaoh? But apparently, Raphael did that to prove that he is the murderer of Mai, who murdered Joey and...youknow...the stuff that we know but would be pretty difficult for the people in this show to follow.

Mai’s voice actor seeing “Mumbo-Jumbo” and being like “Well if I’m doing this, I’m going to commit.“

WE ARE NEVER DUELING DARTZ.

I refuse that a duel with Dartz, in fact, ever happens in this season.

Kind of surprised whenever I see there’s still people left. SF is basically abandoned in comparison.

Thing is...that’s just SF on a holiday weekend.

And then, because Tristan’s in the middle of the street, the rest of the party has to try and run him over.

It is really funny to me that Seto went out of his way to ditch these people so MANY times, but keeps ending up around them again and again, and each time in a wildly different vehicle, each and every time it’s when these guys need a lift...he’s very quickly turning into the group’s soccer mom. Should’ve gotten a minivan.

And then this happens?

I’ll just leave this here:

I’m sure that fanfic writers everywhere rejoiced when Seto reached out a hand to catch Joey’s face from hitting the pavement. In all this was a bizarre animation and now that I’ve figured out my blender settings for the new update, I can finally cap little segments again.

Just don’t you dare flag me, tumblr. Hopefully segments less than 10 seconds long are fine.

Like there was this part where they had to just drag around Joey’s corpse over this rail, and it was Mokuba and Tristan just prying him up there like he were a potato sack and like...

...Joey’s gonna wake up with so many rail-shaped bruises! They do not treat him gently!

Then back on fightclub roof, Raphael made me do a bit of a double take when he accidentally implied the existence of another bean within that Pharaoh bean.

And no, Bakura did not show up at this point.

I would LOVE IT if Pharaoh biffed it a second time and Bakura suddenly took the reigns and was like “Oi loves! that was bloody easy!” but I...have a feeling that this team didn’t actually watch the episodes where Bakura is just vibing in that puzzle piece.

If this never comes back to bite Pharaoh in the ass...

It might never come back guys...I don’t know. How do these writers have this much self control to ignore Bakura for like a full season. How do you do it? I can’t hold a plot twist in for even like 5 seconds. How....how do you do it?

Anyways, now that Seto has Tea who has a map, they walk up to the entrance (I honestly forgot if they drove or walked because knowing this show, Seto would absolutely ignore the car. Either way, the Ferrari isn’t necessary anymore. Written right out of the script. Cars are hard to draw. Get rid of it)

You know, Mokuba’s seen an awful lot of corpses for a kid! Like 20ish corpses if you count the 2 times the Big 5 biffed it. Really should have left him with Rebecca! Youknow, the other kid the same age as him!

But it’s fine, we gotta train Mokuba to suppress that trauma deep, deep down like a proper Kaiba.

Youknow when I started this series I was like “I don’t get why everyone talks about the Kaibas so much, these two seem kinda like whatever” but now I’m on like S4 and like...I’m SO concerned about the Kaibas. With Yugi...whatever...he’s gonna be fine, but the Kaibas? Oh boy. Either one of them could go completely evil and I’d buy it.

And probably root for them.

And I know they won’t go full tilt, I’m pretty sure--but like...they COULD. I can’t say that about the rest of the cast.

Everyone’s made it!

Even joey’s weird coma/dead body for some reason!

Lol also I love this random sci-fi tech water tower next to Tea. What is that?

My drought senses are screaming, is that a huge ass water tower the size of a 4 story building next to Tea? Chances are, it’s got a jet in it or something because this is Yugioh, but...man. At least it doesn’t look like one of those rusty New York rooftop water towers. This show just completely not getting what SF looks like.

Whatever, he can resurrect the leviathan, maybe Dartz can make water?

Youknow, all you have to do to make California worship you forever is make rain. Screw this lizard nonsense. The man can power water. What’s he doing with this stupid snake?

But youknow, Yugioh just never really figures out how to harness the weather. They CAN and they do it all the time. But, do they use it for their benefit? Like freakin never.

Anyway, that’s all for now. I went on a looong rant about SF but maybe I’m just sick of my own house? Been a lot of fire and quarantine over here. It’s been messing with my head a fair amount so thanks for bearing with me and my weird ass update schedule (remember when I used to be productive? Was that just a dream I once had?)

But if you just got here, here’s a link to read these recaps in order, from the beginning way back in S1.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[escritorian]

How to (not) be an Adventurer by Althea Dawnwind Chapter 2 - Role models

All right, so I figure if he’s going to hear all this the first time around, anyway, I may as well keep recording.  Or...asking him to transcribe, I guess.  We talked about it.

While I take no offence to your choice of pronouns, I feel I should remind you I have no gender.

Gotcha.  Sorry.

No need to apologize.

Thanks.  Still sorry.  Wait, so is all this side commentary getting transcribed, too?

Yes.

Lovely.  Perfect.  All right, whatever.  Let’s go.

So there are a bunch of new people at the house.  Most of them are super cool, but one of them’s a total creeper.

Predictably, Julia’s hot into the creeper. (Ugh, her taste) But whatever.  Her romantic graveyard.  Let her dig it.  Besides, I’m sure Galen would never let this guy actually hurt Julia. (If he could actually hurt Julia).  It does make me wonder about why he lets this skeezeball travel with him, though.  I mean, I guess he’s not always the most perceptive, but-

Whatever.  I’m getting off topic.

Can journals be said to have an incorrect topic, properly?

Shush.  Anyway, they were all just here, suddenly, talking about the pact and my plague and my future. I wanted to scream, but I was just so tired and scared. I think I’d have accepted anything that gave me hope at that point.  

Okay. No. Wait. Not anything. They were saying in some alternate past (?), they thought I was about to make a pact with some god of entropy? And honestly, that just sounds bad all around. Like sure, okay, I was pretty sure mine wasn’t one of those cases of spell plague you live through, you know? But some things are just worse than death.

Honestly, I was- am really offended that they thought so little of me. Okay not “they,” really. I barely even know most of them, but Galen…I really though at least he’d have some respect for my integrity. I thought maybe he could see me as more than just the little sister who needs protecting and can’t be trusted to make her own decisions I only even made this pact because everyone seemed so sure it was my best shot. And I- I mean, I wanted to live. Guilty, okay? Who doesn’t?

I felt the same, Althea

Yeah. So… yeah.

It is not wrong to wish or fight for life.

Thanks, Sha- uh, do you have like, a nickname I can use or anything?

Shadhavar is the only name I have ever known.

Wow, that’s…kind of sad. For the record, you can call me Thea. It’s what everyone in the family calls me.

I thank you, Thea.

Ha. Ummm. I was about to say I was smiling, you know, to transcribe it? The idea? Feeling? But, what is it, really? Can you even smile here?

There is no physical form or structure here to demarcate itself into what you call a smile.  The underlying ideas and feelings that cause the smile, however, can be recorded.

Oh. Cool. I mean, no really. Seriously. Cool.  Anyway, what was I saying?

Is this question rhetorical?

Um, yes? I mean it was, but you can- you know.

Those who found me presented you the possibility of a pact.

Yeah, that’s pretty much it, and I said yes.

Do you regret having done so?

Pfff, no. I’m not going to pretend I understand the full implications of having formed a soul bond with an ancient, sentient sword-bridge-focus thing born from both the feywild and the shadowfell? But it’s for serious better than the alternative. I can say that with total confidence right now.

Anyway, most of Galen’s new friends seemed like they really cared for me despite having just met me. It was weird, but also kind of nice? Oh! And Galen’s girlfriend. (!)  Apparently she left after everyone else but flew here the whole way to catch up!

Bad.

Ass.

And they all helped him defeat a death priest (or something) who was after me. I mean, okay. Julia helped. That…doesn’t count for nothing, I guess. I know mom and Nicon have trained her a lot and she’s freelanced a bit without telling mom. But now I have this whole group that seems like they’re sticking around for a bit? And maybe giving me some lessons?

This. Is going. To rule.

I also intend to provide you with instruction regardless of anyone else’s actions.

Really?!

Yes.

That’s…Ioun’s Wisdom, I don’t even know what to say! This is…am I going to cry? Fuck. No. I’m not going to start crying in here. Quick. Help me out.

Focus your mind on a task. You’ve mentioned these friends of your brother, but only just. Describe them.

Y-yeah. *sniff* Okay, yeah.

Breathe deeply and slowly.

Nono, I’m okay. It’s okay. Thanks. I’ve got this. Okay, strong feelings first. Let’s start with that creeper.

So, Creeper Creepzoidington is basically like a broody shadow who shoots everyone dirty looks, and I don’t say he’s a shadow because he’s drow.  Like, that’d be rude and also really inaccurate.  I say it cause this guy loves shadows.  Like, he loooves them - practically lives in them. They’re his home and they keep him safe and warm. Nicon says he’s already stolen from them, and I think the only time I’ve heard him talk was to swear. So yeah, whatever his deal is, I am not training with him.

Then there’s this other drow, Phaedra. I mean, I only point out they’re drow because they’re supposed to be really rare.  Surface elves are, too, but not as much? And I think I’ve only ever seen one of them. And now? Bam. 3 drow. More than I thought I’d ever met in my life, and everyone’s reaction has pretty much been, “Oh, hm! What a perfectly normal occurrence!”  It's just a little bit surprising.

Anyway, Phaedra, she’s about as different from Slimeus Slimeballius as you can get. She’s really elegant and nice. She came by later that night to see how I was doing. I didn’t feel much like talking, so…um…I didn’t, but she was really calm and polite about it. I could tell she knew I wasn’t really fine, but she didn’t press it. She just…did her best to be reassuring then left me alone. I kind of didn’t want her to go, but I appreciate that she did.

And how she moves! I mean, okay, so that probably sounds weird, but you should see her! She’s like floating silk or flowing water. She doesn’t even seem human, sometimes. Well, I mean, she’s not human, but you know what I mean.  She’s just ridiculously graceful, like she’s dancing in slow motion all the time, and my brain wants to learn the secret to it so much it can’t look away. So yeah, her I would totally train with.

Then there’s this younger drow, Tsabura.  (Tsubara?  Someone keeps messing up her name, and it’s really throwing me off.)  I thought she might’ve been be their kid or something, but even without speaking the language, I picked up that was not the case real quick.  She’s super cute but really quiet, and – I mean, I don’t know if the same standards culturally apply (nor am I sure whether or not it’s rude to consider that) - she has such nice skin.  She seriously just glows. Her skin is literally, physically lustrous.  But she’s just so angry.  Like, all the time.  Also?  Really sad.  I hope we can be friends.  I guess that’s a bit random, but it’d be great to have someone to relate to on a different level while on the road (more on that later), and maybe having a friend will help her not be so sad and angry.

It's weird, though. Like, no one’s saying anything about her, but she doesn’t seem like she’s been taking lessons from anyone, and she was pretty much dressed in rags? Mom tried to give her some of my old clothes, but that didn’t go so well. Maybe that’s why she’s in rags. Or maybe it’s a religious thing? Either way, I should probably stop calling them rags. When I tried talking to her, she barely even looked at me.  Honestly, I’m not sure I didn’t just imagine the brief glances she did give me, either.  I just...I want to know why she’s deliberately making herself so distant.  It’s like a mystery my brain needs to solve.

Moving on, there’s this really cheerful gnome named Tielka.  She’s...interesting.  She’s covered in armor and has a sword that drips frost but somehow seems super approachable?  Paradoxically, that makes me kind of nervous to approach her.  She also sounded really smart.  So I guess she’s...what?  A friendly warrior scholar?  I don’t know.  I mean, the image I’d always had of paladins is super stiff and serious, all thees and thous, but this?  It’s a weird vibe.  I mean, she looks like she’s 20, but she’s got this really motherly aura making me unsure if I want to befriend her or make sure she doesn’t catch me at mischief, so she’s got that, “inspiring the best behavior in others” thing down, I guess.

She’s also got a huge dog named Axle with the best leg.  I mean, omigosh, okay.  So his natural leg would’ve been the best leg, of course, but out of potential replacements?  This thing is, literally, divine.  Like, it’s full of clockwork, but it makes almost 0 noise, and it moves with him.  It doesn’t just sit there.  I really want to know how it works.  I mean, I’m guessing the answer will be something like 50% divinity, 40% magic and 10% mechanics, but still.

And then there’s Max.  I’m getting to her last, but she’s easily the biggest personality of the group.  (As befits a bard.)  She’s pretty much the polar opposite of Broody Broodfacerson.  She’s super friendly. She’s always smiling the brightest smile.  She has a siren’s voice and sings all the time.  She has a whole troop of animals who follow her around, all of whom I’m pretty sure she actually talks to.  (I think they’re all named Annie for some reason?)  And she’s so pretty.  Seriously, everything she does is extra charming.  There’s just something about how she moves, how she talks.  Just like, everything she does is so captivating.  There must be some lesson on mannerisms in bard college that teaches you how to keep people’s eyes on you cause there are like hooks on her gestures that grab the brain and don’t let go.  Basically, what I’m saying is she definitely made the right career choice.  Honestly, I wish she were a little quieter, but, well, no one can have everything, you know?

sighs

“You know.”  I have to stop that.

This is your fifth time using that phrase in this entry.

Fuuuck, really?!

Yes. Would you like me to alert you when you use it?

Nooo. I mean- auuugh, Vecna blind it! Yes. Yes, please do.

Very well.

Thanks.  Anyway, moving on...actually, I think that’s about it.

Oh!  And Galen.  But you know about Galen.  Well, I know about Galen, but will you, hypothetical/theoretical mystery future person, know about Galen?  I guess I should talk about Galen.  I mean, honestly, though, it feels like it’s enough to say he’s the best oldest brother anyone could want. Aforementioned rudeness aside, that is.  He’s just, I mean, he’s always giving me his time and teaching me the most interesting things, and he’s smart enough The Academy was too slow for him.  So he just, you know, decided to go adventuring and-

That’s six times.

What?

That you’ve used the phrase, “you know.”

Ugggghhhh.  All right, you know what?  My brain’s clearly tired.  He’s great, and I might end up going adventuring with him, which would be the best.  The end.

…

Sooo, how do I stop...

You can do so in the same manner as you did last time.

Yeah, I’m not really sure what I did last time.

You need simply to “feel” your intent to stop.

Okay, so kind of like-

[drawlfoy]

Honey, Honey

masterlist request guidelines requests are open! 

pairing: draco x reader

request: yes! hopefully you’re into this!

summary: reader is confused as to why draco suddenly pulled away from her after an..interesting night. loosely based off of my interpretation of ABBA’s Honey, Honey.

warnings: fluff, underage drinking, draco being a lightweight, me not knowing how to write drunk people because i’m a law abiding american woman, language, some blood mentions 

a/n: this is the very first song fic i’ve written, and i’m not going to do it the classic way they’re normally executed. i’m not a big fan of injecting the lyrics into dialogue or just pasting the lyrics into the space in between scenes. instead, i’m going to alter the lyrics to fit into certain moments of dialogue to aid the flow of the story. also i’ve never seen mamma mia so if i totally took this song out of context i’m sorry!

taglist: @accio-rogers

music recs: believe it or not i’m gonna rec honey, honey by ABBA and even writer in the dark from lorde, if you’re feeling rebellious

word count: 1,873

She’d known of the Slytherin for years and years, ever since she’d started at Hogwarts. How could she not have noticed him? He was notoriously skilled at drawing attention to himself--his uncommonly pale, shiny head did the job quite well.

Countless times, Y/N had watched him as he gracefully sat himself across from her at the table, shooting her a dazzling smile while still controlling his composure, appearing as nonchalant as ever. They’d toss a few words at each other, some to test the sparring waters, others to wish each other luck on the upcoming exam. Y/N could go as far to say that she was proud to be acquaintances with her crush, no matter how hopeless her feelings were.

And that’s why it was such a shock to see a very inebriated Draco Malfoy stumble about in her common room on a wild Friday night. He always made appearances at parties, maybe sipping a few drinks and playing a classic game of Truth or Dare, but never getting drunk enough to lose his cool, unbothered image. 

Y/N watched from the dark green leather couch, nursing a still-full cup of firewhiskey while her legs were tucked up under herself. While it was concerning, she couldn’t deny that it was at least a little humorous. Draco Malfoy didn’t stumble, he glided from place to place on his swanky, custom-made dress shoes.

She glanced down at her drink for a second, looking up only when she heard the unorganized shuffling of feet in front of her. 

“Hey, Draco,” she greeted the blonde, smiling up at him.  “What’s up?”

He didn’t say anything, choosing to look down at her with his mouth agape instead.

“Do I have something on my face? Or...” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Can I sit?” he managed, only slightly slurring his words. Y/N thanked Merlin that the party had mostly cleared out by now, each member having returned to their respective dorms, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to make out his words. 

“Yes, yes, do you need help?” Y/N unfolded her legs, positioning herself to aid his way down. He raised a hand to block her in protest, heavily flopping down on the couch.

“Hey, that’s my spot!” she complained, placing her drink on the coffee table and shooting him an exaggerated frown.

“Still could be,” he muttered, opening his arms up as an invitation. 

Y/N blushed furiously, choosing to sit down next to the blonde boy instead of on top of him. 

“So, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you this drunk before.” Y/N had a feeling that she had no business pressing the issue, but she couldn’t help but be curious.

As expected, he rolled his eyes and evaded meeting hers. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Why’d you come over here then?”

“’Cause I’m lonely and I like you,” he grumbled, his posh accent lost on the lazy words coming out of his mouth. 

Y/N’s eyes widened. “You...what?”

“I’m lonely? Yeah, not sure if you noticed, but all my friends left,” he complained, leaning over so his now ruffled hair brushed against her cheek for the briefest of moments.

“You know that’s not what I was asking about,” Y/N said, focusing all her energy on not letting too much excitement into her voice. 

“Then ask me the question, I don’t have all day,” he said. Before Y/N could begin formulating a coherent answer, he leaned into her so her side was now holding up his upper body.

“Draco, you’re acting weird,” she noted, observing the flush on his cheeks that was visible, even in the dim lighting up the common room. “How much have you had?”

“You’re evading the question, Y/N,” he taunted, his cheek rubbing across her shoulder. Who knew Draco would be such a cuddly drunk?

“You like me?” The words blurted out before she lost the confidence to do so. 

“We talk every morning,” he told her, turning his head up to be level with her ear. Each inhale and exhale made from Draco sent shivers down her spine, and she fought to keep them at bay. “You really think I would do that if I disliked you?”

As one of his hands began to fiddle with the sleeve of her jumper, another wave of courage hit her. 

“But do you fancy me?”

She didn’t know what she was expecting--perhaps for him to freeze, pull away, to get up and sneer at her--but he didn’t do anything she could’ve thought of.

Draco was suddenly wrapped around her arm, drawing circles on the bare skin that had been exposed and still resting his cheek on her shoulder. 

“Don’t be daft,” he murmured. “How could I not.”

This time it was Y/N whose body grew rigid. “Oh.”

“I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that,” he confessed, his own fingers ceasing movement. “Yeah. I really wasn’t supposed to tell you. Forget I ever said anything.” 

Draco seemed to sober up, leaning away from her and releasing her arm. Y/N watched in shock as he got up to walk away.

“Wait!” Her hand shot out to grab his own, keeping him from moving any further. “Please don’t go. I lik--fancy you, too.”

He turned to face her, a bittersweet expression swallowing his elegant features. Within seconds, he was kneeling in front of her, his face level with hers. He took her face in his hands, a gesture he did so tenderly that tears pricked in her eyes. 

Their lips met, and Y/N felt her heart stop.

He pulled away after just a few seconds, meeting her eyes with a pleading look.

“I know.” His thumb dragged across her cheekbone, lingering there for a second before he finally moved away, leaving Y/N to try and decipher his actions. 

oOo (oooh that’s right, i’m changing up my scene breaks because even tho the hearts looked cute on desktop they looked ugly on mobile and i love you guys too much to do that)

After that night, Y/N began seeing much less of Draco. His unassigned assigned seat moved down to the very end of the Slytherin table, leaving her with Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode to converse with. He no longer showed up to dorm parties, and she often saw him coming and going out of the common room at odd hours. 

She couldn’t exactly understand what was going on with him. Sure, she’d heard the rumors of him being a Death Eater, but she couldn’t imagine that being the case. Draco was too young, too sweet to accept such a thing.

Perhaps he was just avoiding her. Y/N was somewhat flattered that she may have had such an impact on his life, but she was also deeply hurt. She missed having someone to bitch with at every meal, as silly as it sounded. And she didn’t think that she was that bad of a kisser. 

Y/N let herself believe that it was just the courseload. 6th year was a difficult time for every student, and Draco was no exception. His parents expected too much out of him, and while she understood their motives, she couldn’t help but pity him. 

She was at a pained peace for the next few months as she attempted to forget about the night in the common room and how sweetly he treated her. Unfortunately, her introspection was interrupted one winter afternoon when she saw Snape helping a certain blonde Slytherin to the hospital wing. His white dress shirt was bloodied, and Y/N couldn’t help but yelp at the sight. 

“Miss Y/L/N,” Snape greeted briskly. She saw Draco’s head bob up in recognition. “I trust that nobody will be hearing about what you’re seeing from you.”

It was an order and an underhanded request for her to leave them be, but Draco mattered to her, and now she was certain that something wasn’t right. There was no way this was just coursework. 

“What happened to him?” she shrilled, wincing at her voice. 

“Nothing to see, Y/L/N,” Snape affirmed, walking past her and shooting her a dangerous look. “I’d hate to take any house points away.”

She stood with her mouth hanging open, frozen in shock. “You can’t be serious! He’s hurt!”

“How kind of you to inform me,” Snape snapped. “Run along, or detention for a month.” 

Her eyes widened and she dashed off, embarrassed that she could be bought off with the mention of detentions. But, at the same time, she knew that all she had to do was wait, wait for Snape to leave him be. Madame Pomfrey had a soft spot for Y/N, and she would most likely allow her to see him. 

oOo

“I really don’t think a visitor is what he needs right now,” Madame Pomfrey stated, wringing out bloodied rags and reshuffling bottles of Dittany. 

“Please, please, I promise I won’t do anything to upset or fatigue him,” Y/N pleaded, meeting the woman with her most convincing look. “I’ve been so worried about him, and he’s my friend. I brought him the homework from today.”

Madame Pomfrey studied her for a moment.

“Fine. Leave the curtain open, though, and if I say you need to leave, you need to leave.”

Y/N grinned, restraining the urge to jump with joy. “Thank you! Thank you!”

Pomfrey shooed her off, pointing her in the general direction of where Draco lay. She strode over, opening the curtain and sitting in the chair by the bed.

Draco was deathly pale, even more than usual. His eyelashes were closed, casting faint shadows on his very prominent purple eyebags. Even though he looked sickly, his hair looked as soft as ever.

“Draco,” she said softly, reaching her hand out to touch his. He jerked awake, he eyes snapping open and focusing on her.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he hissed. He tried to sit up but groaned, laying back down after the pain hit him. 

“I had to come see you,” she admitted, stroking up and down his arm. “I’ve been worried about you. I miss you. Did I do something?”

He blinked hard. 

“No, no, this has nothing to do with you.” He flinched at the dismissive tone, but he didn’t know what else to say. “You’ve heard the rumors. Things are getting strange and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Get hurt?” She wrapped her fingers around his arm, noticing how tense he became. “I can take care of myself, and I really, really like you, and I wish you’d stop avoiding me.”

Draco shut his eyes, falling back onto his pillow so he was looking up at the ceiling.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“There’s nothing else I’d rather be, Draco,” she quipped, releasing his arm to intertwine his fingers with hers. 

He shuddered, thinking for a few moments. 

“Okay? You’ll stop avoiding me?” she asked hopefully, making to leave.

“As long as you stay here a little longer, I could use the company.” He smirked at her, peering through his eyelashes.

“Of course,” she agreed, setting her things down and sitting again. Y/N moved the chair closer to the the top of the bed, carding her fingers through his hair as he shut his eyes, finally content. 

final a/n: i was gonna go for adding song lyrics at the end but i was like uhhhh better not. did not edit or get a beta to read this. if you’re just dying to be a beta reader let me know since my grammatical errors from lazy writing are getting out of hand haha. thanks for reading, let me know what you thought!

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Don’t Play With Fire, Chap 7 First Day of Work

Um..to answer your concerns Sokka there's no need to worry. This may embarrass you to read but its all perfectly normal in women's body. The throbbing and slick you've mentioned is from arousal and the ones you mention that come randomly isn't always arousal but the way the body is trying to self clean or protect your genitals from tearing and dangerous bacteria's. Sometimes your vagina can even..well for lack of a better word let's just call it sweating, so for example say you're moving around a lot and you feel you're self dripping but its a different feeling from arousal just hot and a wetter feeling which again all normal, if you're feeling uncomfortable just wipe yourself and go through the day. I'm Glad you're taking my advice seriously and it's good to hear you're doing well with your situation. So far I haven't found anything about body swapping? gender swapping or transference of any kind I'm so sorry. Just keep staying low and being careful, we'll figure this out soon.

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Sokka, It's great to hear from you! We're still putting up fliers of Appa around Ba Sing Se and looking all around places. Toph and Katara are always fighting though, Katara won't let us play our tricks on anyone or even explore or relax, its all work work wor-  

                                               Anyways Sokka you better be pulling your weight and not having Suki cleaning up after you and do try to stay out of trouble okay, I do worry you know, we miss you a lot.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  -The Gaang

Sokka laughed hard seeing Toph's lone foot print right underneath his sister's and Aang's writing, seeing that told him more about her than words ever could. He really missed his family/friend group. Before he could get any sadder he folded the letter and stuffed it in his pack heading to work, he'll write a responding note later tonight.  

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Sokka was full of energy heading towards his new job. He's curious to know how different it'll be from the other ehem manlier jobs he's done. 'Honestly how hard could a girl's job be? Katara complains all the time but I bet she was just being dramatic'  he figured. With everything double checked and his breakfast packed he went out for the semi-long walk to work.  Upon arriving to the building, Sokka went straight through the door finding the elder lady waiting for him.

"Hi, so what will I be doing today?" He asked with all the enthusiasm he could muster.

"We start by checking our list of customers who dropped off their laundry, with the other workers we'll go wash together then hang all the laundry to dry and fold, lastly we pack and send out the clothes." she explained.

"Alright sounds easy enough." Sokka followed along as she gave him a tour of the place and areas he'll be needing to know.

After a few tiring hours did he have breakfast, the work ended up more tiring and tougher than expected but he got the hang of it pretty fast and turned out he was the fastest and strongest there which turned out some of the girls didn't like. On his first day an older girl by few years was sabotaging all his work trying to get him trouble and after explaining that to the elder boss lady was he able to stay working. 'women are crazy, guys just nod at each other, find their spots to work, get paid then leave without any word to one another'  He couldn't believe how cut throat it was working as a girl alongside other girls. Just a few more hours and he'll be able to relax and enjoy Zuko's company at the Jasmine Dragon, 'oh my god I didn't just think of stupid fire bending Zuko as nice company?! I've got to get a hold of myself, I'll just blame this dumb girl body and girly brain, ick .'  He mentally shook himself from the strange feeling that came over him towards another guy.

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Sokka came through the door of the tea shop dramatically falling in the doorway trying to catch Zuko's eye. He spotted Zuko in the kitchen and waved to him obnoxiously, he could honestly say he liked the perplexed and fearful look in the other boys face from the scene he was causing. Walking towards the kitchen, he sat himself down waiting to tell Zuko about his day.

Since Zuko looked like he was trying to ignore him, he caught the uncle's attention instead, "Hey old man when's the jerk's break?" To other's he may seem like an uncouth girl but he really didn't care for appropriateness right after work.

"You can't talk to him lik-" Zuko was just about to rant when he heard his uncle guffawed loudly.

"Oh nephew don't worry about my feelings, I love this young lady and her wily ways, its quite refreshing from your gloomy moods." he expressed. Zuko could only scoff at his uncle's slight rub towards him.

Sokka stuck his tongue at Zuko watching as he just rolled his eyes in return.

"I'll let my dear nephew  off for the rest of the day. Please take him away and show him how to have fun for once in his life." His uncle practically begged.

The two conspired against Zuko and all he could do was hang up his apron and get dragged by Miyuki's whims, he'll never admit to either of them that he likes getting pushed around, he'll keep that to the grave.

"Great! Let's get a table, I've got tons of stuff to share about my day." He grabbed Zuko by the arm and lead him to a free spot.

Sokka waited to be settled at the table, ordering before turning around to unleash his rant. He was weirdly giddy wanting to tell Zuko about his day.

"You won't believe my day." Sokka shook his head tiredly, "So I get there, the boss lady is nice but oh man some of those girls are mean. I had one try to sabotage my work by telling me to place stuff in the wrong place and they're very particular about where things go so that messed me up some. The washing part was tougher than I thought, I had to wring and scrub the clothes til my fingers cramped and wrinkled, ugh it was tiring. Drying was easier and folding strangely calming, the whole clean-up routine was just easy and besides the rude girls, I liked the job overall and think I can stick with it." He ended with a flourish, elbows on the table smiling at the fire prince, laughing internally with Zuko's stoned-face reaction to his long-winded story.

"Sounds like a frustrating day to me, welcome to the job world I guess." Sokka could't believe Zuko's flippant reply, he honestly thought he would be more caring to his woes and again what's with himself wanting Zuko's sympathy?

"Excuse me, that's funny coming from someone whose probably never had a hard labor job before. I'm guessing you had it easy since your uncle was able to provide you one. You don't know the struggles of running around and being told flat out no or when you finally get lucky it only lasts for so long before you're replaced or treated like crap and running yourself exhausted for people who don't care but keep abusing you til you can't go on anymore." Sokka had no idea why he was throwing everything at Zuko. His emotions just started bursting maybe its the way he knows Zuko's privileged, entitled fire prince jerk that he is has everything handed to him and  just pretending to be undercover as some regular civilian to get to Aang. He could only huff in annoyance at himself and Zuko for letting his emotions get the better of him, he decided it was just best to stay quiet and not look at Zuko lest his hostility for the guy becomes more prominent.

"Well, I do find serving customers and cleaning after everyone frustrating and tiring most days. I've been assaulted by older women pinching my bottom cheeks, jealous boyfriends harassing me when their girlfriends try to be flirty at me, even got some few girls who stalked me for quite some time or the rude customers I hate who are disrespectful to me but mostly my uncle, I just want to burn them to a crisp, nobody disrespects my uncle and his beloved tea shop in front of me. I actually do know how hard laborious work can be especially with not much help and little pay." Zuko looked at the girl in front of him with all the openness he could muster. He knew she had it rougher than him but it wasn't like he didn't have his own hardships, they were just different from hers.

Sokka huffed in annoyance even more hating being so temper mental while Zuko explained himself calmly and free of judgment for his part. 'why am I such a child?'  he thought lamely.

"Ugh, sorry for being rude, I guess I'm more annoyed at the fact that I got turned down for most jobs just because I'm a girl. I know I can do the tough jobs, I've done them before and I like working hard and with my hands so it makes it more frustrating not even giving me a chance just by one look at me." He drummed his fingers nervously on the table still embarrassed about earlier.

Zuko couldn't help finding Miyuki's mannerisms and  temper cute, just seeing her emotions displayed out in the open and being ridiculous was refreshing and exciting to witness. Most of his life was closed off of emotions and barely a few months now he's been trying to open up to his feelings, they were scary but freeing and seeing Miyuki so unafraid of her emotions filled him with more confidence each day.

"I get it and if you'd like something more.. uh manlier to do, I can train you in dual wielding after whenever you'd like." He offered.

"Oh? Is that a date dear Lee?" Sokka jumped on the chance to embarrass him, something about seeing Zuko so flustered had him feeling awesome. He liked being back in control and harassing the poor teen.

"Ugh no, if you don't want the training then I won't bother." The tips of Zuko's ears went red as he looked glaringly at Sokka.

"Nooooo, I want the training really." To soften the blow of annoying Zuko did he mentally shrug and go for a kiss to the bender's cheek. He gasped in total surprise as he felt heat around his lips and a waft of what could only be the fire bender's particular scent, it was in his nose so thickly and strangely addictive he wanted to keep his nose to the other's cheek and soak it up forever even be mixed in it. 'What 's wrong with you?! Why are you smelling another dudes scent, stop! Stop it nooooow!'  he couldn't believe how soft a cheek could feel and was that a bit of scruff he felt, it felt so rough on his lips he actually didn't like that. Finally did he pull away and hope to agni the shudder he felt coursing through his body didn't show outwardly.

Zuko was surprised from the peck, it happened so fast but had him feel deeply warm from such a sweet kiss. "Um, how uh- or I mean.. What else did you like about the new job?" Yeah, his brain was done for.

Sokka rolled his eyes playfully, "How bout we talk more about it on the way to walking me to my place?" He held out his hand nervously.

"Okay." Zuko agreed grabbing her hand walking out the shop and down the familiar path to Miyuki's place.

The two caught up with each other's day, some more teasing, awkward flirting and plans for the next time they meet unaware of the mischievous moonlight's gaze upon them.

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Mavin on n off relationship, fluff?

I’m going to make this FAHC because that’s the kind of mood I’m in at the moment?

Michael and Gavin meet when they’re just getting into the ~criminal life. This chance meeting at a bar or a club somewhere, a few drinks in them where they’re not quite drunk but definitely more likely to make a fuck it, why not kind of decision, right?

And they’re both a little lonely – and hey, that guy isn’t half bad looking and look at that smile, so one thing leads to another and they end up having a one-night stand. Gavin leaving before Michael wakes up because he has a plane he has to catch, but he leaves a note and his number. Little smiley face and an invitation to call him sometime.

And Michael, right.

He’s like oh, okay, right. Sure.

But then a few weeks later and he’s having A Night.

Maybe a little beat up and bruised after a shitty job and drinking himself stupid doesn’t seem all that appealing. And he’s just kind of staring around his dump of an apartment wondering what the hell he thinks he’s doing and notices his wallet fell on the floor, gets all annoyed for no reason in particular and picks it up and sees this little piece of paper poking out, and that makes him even more annoyed because now he has to straighten that shit out, right?

Opens his wallet and cleans out old fast food receipts and the whatnot and is about to crumple up that errant piece of paper when the handwriting on it catches his eye, makes him pause.

Fucking Gavin’s handwriting, that dumb excuse about needing to catch a plane and the stupid smiley face.

Paper a little worn, ink faded and smeared because there were other days, nights, where he thought about calling Gavin up, but didn’t. He’s a fucking criminal for God’s sake, and while he got the impression Gavin was hardly an upstanding citizen, he didn’t seem the type to get his hands dirty the way Michael has. (Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on his part because he doesn’t want Gavin to have to do the things he has, things he will do sooner or later, who knows.)

And Michael just stares at it for a long damn time before he has that fuck it, why not moment and calls the number Gavin gave him.

Half expects it to be a fake number, Gavin fucking with him or whatever, but after a few rings Gavin answers.

Sounds groggy as hell, like Michael woke him up or something, and just as he’s starting to apologize for bothering him -

“Michael?”

He still sounds a little out of it, but Michael swears there’s this happy little note to his voice that stops him from ending the call.

“Uh, yeah. It’s me?”

He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, but Gavin hasn’t hung up on him and it’s nice to hear a friendly voice.

So…they talk.

Michael finds out Gavin really did have to catch a flight that morning way back when. Something about helping his friend with a spot of trouble back in England – he’s still there now, which explains him waking the idiot up.

“Fuck, that’s – what time is it there?”

Gavin laughs him off, tells him it doesn’t matter because his sleep schedule is all fucked anyway (Michael’s words, not his), but when Michael presses Gavin sighs – all fond and shit. (Michael has this moment to wonder when the two of them had time to become fond of one another, but it’s not like he has room to talk, so…)

“A little after three,” Gavin tells him, sounding more awake as he does.

Michael listens as Gavin putters around on his end of the line. Hears water running for a moment and these little clinks and clatters, Gavin’s muffled dammit once when he spills something, and then Gavin’s asking him how things have been since they saw each other last.

Michael can’t exactly be like, “Well, I just fucking killed a couple of guys, and also may have broken my hand???” so he flips it back on Gavin, because no, he asked first.

He did not, but Gavin just laughs at him and tells him a clearly edited version of what he’s been doing. Mentions his old friend Dan and these…business associates of his and a deal that fell through. Gavin coming back to help him and somewhere in there a kettle whistles and Michael realizes he was listening to Gavin making himself some tea earlier, hears him muttering to himself as he doctors it up the way he likes and cannot fucking believe how British Gavin is. (Like, clearly he knew Gavin is British, but somehow it didn’t really click until just now.)

“Michael,” Gavin chides, smile in his voice, “don’t be mean, Michael.”

Michael starts laughing, because Jesus Christ.

They talk for a little bit longer, and that odd sort of restlessness, whatever that’s had Michael all wound up eases, and he tells Gavin a – clearly – edited version of what he’s been up to. Stumbles a little here and there because wow, yeah, and Gavin just listens. Makes these little noises every now and then, but doesn’t comment, doesn’t pass judgment, and it’s…nice.

Real nice.

When they run out of things to say they hand up, Gavin making Michael promise to call him again soon and Michael’s like oh, okay, right. Sure.

Laughs like an idiot when he gets a package with fucking tea inside, and a “proper” kettle along with this ridiculously painstakingly written set of instructions on how to make tea.

Calls Gavin up that night to call him and idiot and Gavin is like Michael, pls as he walks Michael through the process of making tea the way it’s meant to be made and they talk for hours about nothing. (Never stops to wonder how the fuck Gavin knows where he lives, because yeah.)

They talk a few times a week after that, and when Gavin sounds like he’s having A Night Michael makes tea – pretends he doesn’t remember how to do it right and gets Gavin rile up enough to walk him through it again.

By the time he’s got his mug of tea in hand, Gavin sounds little less down, or tense, or whatever he’s feeling that night and in a good enough place to talk about what’s got him so fucked up.

Then one day Michael’s on a job, misses a call and when he checks it’s Gavin, telling him he’s going to be ~away for a bit, that he won’t be available for their usual talks, but don’t worry – like that’s possible – he’ll call him when he’s done with this pesky little Thing.

Michael tries not to worry, but hey, it’s Gavin and of course he does. And just about the time he’s thinking about booking a flight to England – Gavin calls.

Asks if Michael would mind picking him up at that airport? He could take a cab or a rideshare, but -

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Gavin laughs, and it sounds tired, and Michael goes to get him.

Gavin sleeps for the rest of the day, and when he wakes up he gets this smile on his face when he sees Michael get up to make tea.

“Don’t look so smug, asshole.”

So they have tea and don’t really talk much – just a comment here, and observation there. Gavin mentioning that the Dan Problem is resolved, but there are new obligations now.

“Nothing to worry about, love,” Gavin says, and even though he still looks a little tired, he doesn’t look like he’s lying.

(Not that Michael would know what that looks like on Gavin, but he has a good idea of what it would sound like and this isn’t that.)

Gavin sticks around for a few days – and that initial attraction is still there so one thing leads to another  again – and eventually Gavin has to leave.

“Obligations,” he says, awkward little twitch of his shoulder, and it’s not like Michael has any say in it, right?This time he drives Gavin to the airport, and bites back all the things he wants to say to him he shouldn’t.  

“If you need help, for anything, fucking call me,” he says, because that at least is safe enough.

Gavin gives him this look, all soft and fond and things left unsaid and kisses him goodbye.

Michael goes back to his dump of an apartment that seems emptier without Gavin there, and throws himself into work for a bit after that.

They still talk on the phone, all these things they don’t say, and every so often Gavin comes to town and they make the most of the time they have before he has to leave again. (It gets worse each time, and by then Michael’s past denial because even he’s not that dense.)

During this he’s making a bit of a name for himself, gets hired on by the Fakes and moves up in the world.

Gets a better apartment and shrugs when Jeremy and Ryan are helping him move and he gets an odd look for the tea paraphernalia – various types and little gadgets and the whatnot Gavin sends him now and then – and is just like.

“What? Something wrong with liking tea?”

Before he gets the chance to tell Gavin about moving he gets a package. A new tea kettle and his favorite teas and a note with a smiley face on it. (He’s stopped wondering how the fuck Gavin knows the things he knows, figures it’s for the best in the long run, really.)

And then!

Geoff stats grumbling about the fact that the crew is limited in the jobs/heists they can pull without a hacker in their ranks.

Sure, Ryan knows a little something about them, but it’s not as enough for some of the things Geoff wants them to do.

Fortunately, though, Geoff’s Very Good Friend Burnie happens to owe him a favor or two, knows a hacker he can loan out to them.

Michael has no idea why Geoff looks so fucking delighted with himself when he tells Michael to go pick the new guy up at the airport, but whatever.

Jeremy and Ryan tag along because they’re curious about this guy, right? Geoff’s been talking him for a while, apparently he’s some kind of ~genius hacker and incredible thief and sounds way too good to be true.

So they’re waiting around for this asshole, Michael wondering what the fuck Geoff even meant when he said they’d know the asshole when they saw him. (The look he’d given Michael like he should just magically know what the fuck any of that meant.)

“Michael?”

Michael’s heart does this fucking weird little flip in his chest because okay, what the fuck – and turns to see Gavin standing there.

Looks like a idiot, wild hair and bags under his eyes, scruffy beard and tired.

“Gavin?”

Jeremy watching the two of them like this is the best shit he’s see in fucking forever.

Gavin explaining that he’s here for work as he gives Michael a pointed look, and Michael’s sudden realization that this is too much of a coincidence, and goddamn Geoff anyway.

Gavin laughing at him while they go to collect his bags and Michael scowling at him because Gavin obviously knew what was going on.

Ryan pulls up in the car and Michael is like yes because the idiot’s wearing his stupid mask. Michael’s expecting the usual response people have to meeting the Vagabond, but all Gavin does is smile like this is a pleasant surprise.

“Hi, Ryan.”

And Ryan, the bastard, he sounds just as happy.

“Hi, Gavin.”

Michael and Jeremy staring at the two of them who just shrug and tell them it’s a long story, and then they dive back to the penthouse where Geoff is smug as fuck.

Takes the time to explain that he and Burnie have both noticed a dip in moral within their respective crews as of late.  (Looks right at Michael and Gavin who are maybe standing a little too closely together for people who have just met, which is what they would have been if their lives weren’t a fucking romcom without them noticing.)

This little conversation of theirs and ~ingenious plan to fix that shit when they realized what was going on, and Jesus fucking Christ.

Everyone thinking it’s the most hilarious thing in the world, and Michael being like, goddammit.

But, you know.

Gavin’s here to stay now, at least for a while assuming he doesn’t want to go back to the Roosters, so…

Yeah.

There’s a lot of Tea, and talking and things other than talking.

Gavin deciding he’ll stay in Los Santos after he’s been there for a while, because think of the money they’ll save on their phone bills now, Michael!

Michael is like, for the love of God shut up, you asshole, and kisses Gavin to make him shut up.

He has to get a bigger place because the one he has now doesn’t have enough room for his shit and -Gavin’s. (The strays they end up with thanks to Gavin and his stupid, soft heart.)

When Ryan and Jeremy helps Michael move they know exactly why Michael has a Thing for tea, and Michael hates all of them so fucking much, really.

[rancoeur-the-unfortunate]

Pills (Chapter 16)

(1743 words!)

The Doctor stood in the control room of the massive it was dark and empty aside from the blank static-filled screen covered the main wall, thoughts soring through his head like the wind. Zim was going sober and was not something to sneeze at. It had taken them years to find Zim and shut that rebellion down. Despite how much the good Doctor down talked them and often called them the rebellious Smeets, in reality, they were no mere Smeets. 

That rebellion cost them trillions in expenses. They destroyed factories, took down armies, and worst of all almost killed the control brains before they managed to incapacitate Zim.

Zim may have been the smallest of his generation but he was also the most tactically smart and driven Irken the Doctor had ever seen and would have made a fine commander to the Irken race had he not betrayed them. He had remembered the Control Brains asking him to preserve Zim to at least try to keep that sensational leader skills. 

However, that proved to be a lot more difficult than previously thought. First, they had to capture the little plague then engineer a pill that would only force the subject into obedience but keep that fighting spirit with said out loud was a bit of a have your cake and eat it too kind of number. Though how do you say no to the Control Brains without losing your position as head Doctor.

The Doctor will never outlive the shame he received for failing them. He maintained his position for saving the Control Brains ungrateful lives but they mentioned quite often how they were disappointed in him in making Zim into just another ANNOYING service drone.

The Doctor sat down in his chair and stared at the many screens in front of him before gently massaging his temples. Thinking of the plan was hard but the fact that he was getting horrible deja vu was annoying, to say the least.

Just go to Earth, find Zim, and administer the pill. But if Zim was going sober this could be easier said then done. Zim was probably using Earth as a hideout and that would make things a little difficult. They couldn't just storm the planet, they had little to no information on it aside from the info intoxicated Zim provided them with. Which was a lot but barely anything useful.

"Doctor?"

The Doctor raised lowered his hands at the sudden appearance of the new voice. 

He stood up and turned around to face his very short assistant. The Tallest were very puzzled when he asked for this Irken by name and even inquired about the much taller associates the good Doctor could have picked. He simply told them that all would be explained in the future (he wouldn't the Tallest didn't need to know) and that he would like to without their ever gracious presence looming over his shoulder.

"Yes? Have you found anything?" The Doctor inquired.

"I have sir." The short Irken peered up from his clipboard and visibly flinched at the imposing Doctor.

The good Doctor was taller than most Irkens and thus had a very intimidating stature.

"From Irken Tak's evolution about Earth, it seems the human race is a very dull band of creatures and won't cost as much as we previously thought. They tend not to notice the most obvious things if properly hidden and provided with food."

"Aww, marvelous. Anything else?"

"The collar you requested has been constructed and will be sent to your quarter shortly."

"Good. You may leave."

The short Irken turned around and opened the door.

"Oh, and Skoodge?"

The smaller Irken paused and turned around.

"Enter without knocking again and I'll leave you on withdrawal for months got it?" The Doctor practically spat the words at the short Irken before him.

Said Irken nodded looking visibly shook before leaving with a bit more rush than before.

The Swollen Eyeball's meeting structure was a cold and damp place. A huge abandoned warehouse once full of crates and other equipment became the nesting ground for the conspiracy theorist. In the very back of the warehouse was a stage made for showings and meetings while the rest was full of foldable chairs. Across from the stage was a balcony with five chairs set inside in perfect view to the stage.

The stage was decorated with the Swollen Eyeball's banner and spotlight pointed to the center of the stage. In the center sat a pedestal and beside it was a screen made for presentations.

It was 10:30 pm on the dot and the warehouse was packed full the sounds of pouring rain could hardly be heard over the chit chat of the visitants. On the balcony sat the five superiors on the stage was one lone kid probably in his late teens. The smirk on his face was condescending, to say the least. Like he was just about to explain to them the meaning of life.

"Ahem." He called to the crowd, ceasing their chatter.

"As all of you may know I have just made the most astounding discovery known to man. Extraterrestrial life!"

No one in the audience looked impressed.

"My guy we literally get the same speel from Dib every week don't make us sit through this while we got a break from him." Someone shouted from the crowd getting a few agreed groans.

"That's just it. Every week Dib comes in here screams about an alien named Zim and makes us watch his boring presentation but with no real proof." The teen reasoned making everyone pause.

"I however actually have proof of Alien life. Behold."

The teen pressed a button on the clicker in his hand and the screen next to him lit up displaying a picture of the inside of Zim's base.

"It was insanely easy to get inside and consequently I  managed to get lots of pictures even pictures of the alien itself." The teen pressed the button as he spoke eventually leading to the picture of Zim sleeping at his computer.

"This is proof that aliens exist." The teen smirked and looked up at the superiors.

"All I ask for is some resources to search and capture for this alien and bring it to the Swollen Eyeball."

The superiors whispered to each other for what felt like forever. Giving the teen enough time to study them.

The one the far left was an elderly looking black woman with her dark hair tied in a bun. She wore a red visor to cover her eyes. The one on her left was an old man that many knew as agent Darkbootie. The center one was an older man with was obviously in his 70s but looked as though he was trying to hide it. What with the fake wig and facelifts he was failed to cover. The fourth one was a woman who seemed to be the youngest out of all of them. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail and there was an obvious nose job there. The last was a black man who looked like this was his first meeting considering how he dressed. Though the teen knew that wasn't the case because he knew this man personally as agent GubGrub.

The one to the far left was the first to speak up.

"If what you're saying is true you must understand the importance and the consequences of lying to us." She spoke with a cool chill to her voice.

The teen nodded.

They whispered a bit longer and then turned to the teen and nodded.

"You better not fail us." Agent GubGrub warned.

The teen's grin grew as he nodded.

"Of course."

And with that, the meeting was adjourned. Everyone got up and left to their own lives, while agent Callus smiled in triumph. He'd soon to be the first human to ever catch an alien and he could hardly hide the fact that he was excited.

Gaz was awoken in the middle to feverish knocking on her window. Now Gaz lives on the second floor so feverish knocking wasn't something she was used to. She sat up and grabbed her bat with the nails in it. She opened the curtains and almost fell backward in surprise. Outside the window was Zim's weird robot thing in its horrible dog costume. It was currently licking the window and knocking with it's balled up fist.

"What do you want?" She hissed at the robot.

It smiled at her and dove back on its thrusters and charged at the window, giving Gaz just enough time to dive out of the way before the glass could shred her face to pieces.

The robot rolled on the floor for a bit stan and hugging her knees.

"Hiya sissy!" It screamed.

"What are you doing here?" She would've yelled had she not been so tired.

"Moose told me ta come here!"

"Moose?"

"Yaya moose told me ta come here and gets you!"

Gaz was about to tell the robot that she wasn't going anywhere before she was grabbed by the ankles and thrown onto the robot's back gib=ving her no choice but to grab onto the dog costumes ears in order to avoid getting thrown off at terminal velocity. Before she knew it they were zooming through the streets and had this been on her consent this probably would have been fun.

It must have been no less than a few minutes before she was suddenly thrown off the robot and onto Zim's couch. 

Gaz was about to stand up and throttle the robot when she was again interrupted this time by and weird floating moose thing.

"my me gh im moo."

"So you're that moose thing that called me here?"

"me" The doomsday device answered.

"Alright, you got 20 seconds to explain yourself before I blow this whole base to bits."

"gh me ih in meh?"

"Yeah, he's my brother."

"Hen jh me mi mei uh."

"Those two are idiots."

"Meme mi meh my mq qe gh me po lik me."

"So you want my help? Why?"

"Mei!"

"Alright, I'm sold. What do I need to do?"

"hg, my mu we me."

"Alright do you think can take me back to y house so I can get some stuff." 

"Me!"

"Cool thanks."

That's how Gaz found her self actually driving the robot and just about having the time of her week.

[daresplaining]

“Blind Man’s Bluff”: Psychic Swashbuckling and Spider-Man!

    On the whole, Soule’s run was fairly weak for me, especially following on the heels of Waid’s fantastic work on the comic. But there were elements that I really liked, so I want to highlight some of those while waiting for Zdarsky’s run to begin! One of the stand-out story arcs was #8-9 (titled “Blind Man’s Bluff”), which is half team-up, half heist, and just plain fun.    

    This story hinges on a simple-yet-fantastic scenario, with Matt engaged in some high-stakes gambling, and it starts off with one of the best, most characteristically Matt Murdock-y openers in years: 

Matt: “I raise. Fifty thousand.”

Matt (caption): “These cards I’m holding? Absolutely no idea what they are.”

    (One tragedy of this arc is the dang brown hair, which I might have taken as part of his disguise if it weren’t pervasive throughout significant chunks of Soule’s run. Hopefully, this trend will die a quick and permanent death now that the Netflix show has ended.)

    We eventually learn that Matt is in Macau on superhero business, hunting down a briefcase stolen by Black Cat, and has engaged in this game of poker to get closer to those protecting it. But his reasons for pulling this stunt feel irrelevant. The scenario is good enough that it stands on its own. Matt is in disguise, pretending to be sighted, playing Texas Hold ‘Em (one of the only casino games he, as a blind person, can even pretend to play, as he explains) and keeping on top of the situation despite all odds by doing the two things he does best: expertly reading his opponents via hypersenses, and being bold as hell. 

Matt (caption): “Okay, two pair showing, and it’s just me and Flex left in this round. If either of us has a king or nine, we’ll have a full house, which is a hell of a hand. But if we don’t, then... all right. Work through the odds. We know that the other players wouldn’t have folded if they... You know what? Let’s just see what happens.”

Matt: “All in.”

    Another treat of this story is the return of Laurent Levasseur-- one of Matt’s less-used civilian identities.  

Adhira: “May I join you? That is, unless you would rather be alone.”

Matt: “Not at all. I’m meeting a friend later, but... that’s later.”

Adhira: “Excellent. My name’s Adhira.”

Matt: “Laurent Levasseur.”

    For anyone unfamiliar, this is the French identity Matt was given when he went deep undercover for SHIELD in Scott Lobdell’s “Flying Blind” arc. 

Claudia: “My turn. Your name?”

Matt: “Laurent. Laurent Levasseur.”

Claudia: “You don’t sound very sure.”

Daredevil vol. 1 #376 by Scott Lobdell, Cully Hamner, and Christie Scheele

    “Flying Blind” is an imperfect story, but there’s a lot I love about it. Since it is almost never mentioned, this is a fun little callback-- and it’s also not the only one in this issue. As Matt mentions, he also gambled like this while undercover in Europe during Ed Brubaker’s run. What can I say? I’m a continuity nut. I love consistency. 

    As if Matt’s first poker game weren’t daredevilish enough, the comic gets even more creative and shashbuckly when he reaches the final round of the tournament. This is where he encounters real competition in the form of a telepath, who is employed by the casino to ensure that the house always wins. But of course, Matt is uniquely equipped to deal with this challenge as well. 

Matt: “Apex’s powers let him dip into the other players’ minds. It’s why he always wins. He knows what everyone else is holding. He sees through their eyes. To which I say, Mr. Apex... I wish you the best of luck.”

    Of course, it’s always great fun when Matt’s hypersenses work to his advantage, but it is even better (and much less common) when his blindness works to his advantage. Again, this is just a fantastic story premise on every level. 

    And then it gets even wilder, as Apex conducts a full-on assault on Matt’s mind to try to break him down from within.

Matt: “God, he’s strong. I have defenses against psychics-- Stick and my other senseis taught me to protect my mind as much as my body. In a world with telepaths around every corner, a secret identity doesn’t last unless your mental walls are strong. This kind of fight is nothing new for me.”

    This is an interesting comment because it is inconsistent with previous depictions of Matt’s training. Various psychic/mystical abilities are a key part of the Chaste/Hand power-set, but according to Miller’s version of Matt’s origin, his training with Stick ended before he learned how do to any of that. He is physically capable of keeping up with fully-trained Chaste members, but is a complete amateur in most other respects, which is something I’ve always enjoyed about his team-ups with them. 

Stone: “It will not work, Murdock. You are not trained...”

Matt: “I love you, Elektra. If there’s any way to bring you back-- I’ll do it-- even if it kills me!”

Stone: “...You do not know the way... Murdock-- help me--”

Matt: “Stick said... it’s just a matter.. of moving energy...”

Daredevil vol. 1 #190 by Frank Miller and Klaus Janson

    That said, I will buy the idea that Matt has strong mental defenses, and he has shown an aptitude for this sort of thing (against all odds, he is actually successful in reviving Elektra in the scene above). What he didn’t initially learn from Stick, he could have picked up in his later experiences working with the Chaste and with Master Izo-- the “senseis” I assume he’s referring to in the Soule issue. And it’s true that Matt has experience fending off mental attacks, with “Shadowland” being a major recent example. Though he needed help getting the demon out of him, the practical realities of that struggle probably taught him a lot. And finally, possibly most convincingly-- intense mental willpower is what allows Matt to function with hypersenses without going crazy. That is a form of mental shielding that Stick did pass on to him, and at which Matt is an absolute expert. And so it’s great seeing this expertise displayed via Matt and Apex’s mental battle, in which Matt nearly has his secrets exposed before knocking the guy out.

    My favorite case of Matt battling a telepath is still from A Vs. X: Versus, when Psylocke tries to get into his head and just gets blasted by his hypersenses...

Betsy: “Overloading-- feedback--”

Matt: “There’s the answer-- she’s a telepath. And she just learned what it’s like the first time you experience my hypersenses-- it hurts.”

Avengers Vs. X-Men: Versus #4 by Rick Remender and Brandon Peterson

...but this is a lot of fun too. 

    Having won the tournament (and a huge chunk of cash he can’t use, because it’s not under his real name), Matt finally acquires what he went through all this trouble and risk to get: a hotel room at the casino. Having secured this, he moves into the next phase of his plan, which involves a wonderful team-up with his superhero BFF Spider-Man. 

Peter: “Wait, this is your room? I thought you said this floor was for high rollers.”

Matt: “Sure did.”

Peter: “[...] I feel like there are things you aren’t telling me.”

Matt: “Oh, definitely”

Peter: “Good thing you’re one of my oldest and most trusted colleagues in the super hero biz.”

Matt: “Sure is.”

    Again, the plot itself feels secondary. Matt needs the room because it allows him access to a restricted floor of the casino, where the briefcase he needs to steal is being held. But it’s the interactions with Peter that make this issue so great. Soule writes both them very well, playing up their banter and the comfort they feel around each other, and thus emphasizing their closeness and the fact that they have known each other for a very long time. 

Matt: “This city’s almost completely vertical. It’s all tall towers and mountainsides.”

Peter: “I know, I love it. It’s like a six-lane highway for guys who get around the way we do. [...] I got a Spider-Tracer onto the briefcase before that guy made it into the panic room. [...] I’ve been tracking it ever since the guy got on the helicopter back in Macau.”

Matt: “Good news. Where is it now?”

Peter: “Oh... looks like... right in there.”

Matt: “You know... you are amazing.”

    And it’s important that this is emphasized, because of the other key part of this team-up: the fact that Peter no longer knows Matt’s secret identity. While Matt is his casual self around his friend, and while Peter attempts to laugh off this shift in status quo, it is there beneath the surface the whole time. Peter tries to advise Matt on the dangers of being in a “black-costume phase”, he tries to drop hints about how weird it is that he doesn’t know Matt’s real name, and then in the end, when he can no longer just let it slide, he confronts Matt directly. 

Peter: “I was thinking about it when you called me to help you down here. I have a lot of memories of adventures we’ve gone on over the years. But they feel... incomplete. Like they aren’t the whole picture. Like a jigsaw puzzle with only half its pieces. And I thought, ‘Gee, that sure is odd, considering that you are, after all, one of my oldest and most trusted colleagues in the super hero biz.’”

    This early in the run, the exact details of what happened with Matt’s secret identity haven’t been revealed yet. And this is the first time someone directly addresses the mind-wipe, or even seemingly notices it, so it is extremely significant. (I do think it’s weird that Peter is the only person to notice it, but that’s a topic for another post.) While I feel the mind-wipe was a very bad move, since it damaged so many of Matt’s relationships and negated a lot of decades-old character development, I do at least appreciate the poignancy of this moment; of Peter trying to understand why he can no longer trust someone he considers a friend, and Matt deciding that he can’t bear to outright lie to him. 

Matt (caption): “Make something up. You’re an attorney, Matt. You can make anyone believe anything, and Spider-Man wants to believe you. If you tell him something even remotely plausible, he’ll probably-- No. Enough is enough.”

Matt: “The reason you feel like there’s a hole in your memories is because there is. Everyone used to know my identity, and I did something to change that. I’m still the man you trusted. The only differences is that now you don’t know my name.”

    It’s an emotional end to a great story arc-- and while I would have much preferred to Matt to get Peter back up to speed, I appreciate the moment for what it is. Hopefully, after three years of this near-complete isolation, Matt will go into Zdarsky’s run with a desire to fully rebuild these relationships that clearly still mean a lot to him. 

[aumonstax]

Badboy!Wonho - Part 2

So you’ve been at school for a couple of days now and nothing eventful happened other than Minhyuk making an effort to talk to you in between classes

You just kind of blended in and did your own thing at lunch, you found a spot around the back side of the school under a tree to hang out alone and listen to music, and no one bothered you

So it was the evening of your 4th day at this new school, just a normal Thursday night and you’re trying to do homework but tHEN

…Wonho climbs in through your window…

And you’re like “?? um wtf”

He claims he needed help with his homework

“wow thats not creepy, how do you know where I live and why the f did you not go to the front door, hmm ?”

He claims he’s scared of your dad because he’s gonna judge him and you think he’s kind of nuts but you go to school together and he’s friends with Minhyuk so you decide to give him a shot

While questioning your sanity, you just go along with it and tell him to get out his books so you can help him with his homework

Turns out he didn’t even have a backpack with him…. so … great start

If anyone asked, you couldn’t explain why but instead of sending him away you hang out that night and even though he doesn’t talk much you feel like you got to know him better

You chilled out listening to music together and it just felt so comfortable, like you’d known him forever.

He stays on your bed with you until you fall asleep then he crashes on the floor with an extra blanket.

You wake up in the night and see him on the floor and think it’s sweet and take note that he didn’t try to sleep in your bed

Maybe the ‘badboy’ isn’t so bad?

The next day at school its like last night never happened and he’s back to not talking to anyone other than his crew.

And it leaves you wondering whether or not you expected him to suddenly act like you guys were friends because you hung out one time

Minhyuk comes over to talk to you before class again and fishes to see whats going on because he noticed you staring at wonho now when before it was the other way around.

You don’t tell him what happened the night before for some reason and just brush it off saying you didn’t get much sleep last night.

He goes back to his friends, Kihyun asks why you look so down and Minhyuk tells him that you said you didn’t sleep much

Wonho hears it and tries not to laugh because he knows for a fact you slept well, except for that one minute where you woke up and looked over at him, you were 100% passed out.

So he looks at you curious to why you look so down, you make eye contact for a minute but you’re the one to break it.

That night, he comes back to your window again and you’re like “wtf dude is this a routine now like.. what is happening?”

But you just kind of let it go and hang out with him because he’s really easy to talk to and you realize he’s a lot nicer than a lot of the rumours you hear about him.

plus it helps that he’s really hot but you’re gonna pretend you didn’t think that for your own sanity’s sake with him sitting so close to you on the bed you need to convince yourself you don’t wanna climb him like a treeanyway

Initially you were scared off because he looks like an intimidating dude with the silver-blond and blue hair, and the cold uncaring look in his eyes at school plus the rumours didn’t help

But the warmth you see in him when you’re alone draws you into him, and makes you wonder whats really going on. His smile is like a beacon of light in the middle of winter and you’re sweating

The next few days carry on the same way; with you guys hanging out in your room, not really talking in school but Minhyuk and Kihyun hanging out with you, sitting on your desk and talking in between classes occasionally.

It kind of bums you out and you start to wonder whats going on like is he embarrassed to be seen with you in school?

Why would he basically act like you don’t exist until you’re alone and then all of a sudden it’s like you’re best friends?

The next night when he comes over and you’re dead silent, he’s like … what’s wrong…?

which is different because he’s usually not that talkative and let’s you do most of the talking.

Because he’s quiet and brooding and mysterious and DEFINITELY not because he loves the sound of your voice

You basically explode on him like “why is it we only ever hang out in my room and you basically act like I don’t exist at school ??”

He sighs and sits down and just says sorry.

You ask him to explain why he acts the way he does and he just says it’s complicated.

You tell him you’re surely not that stupid and you’ll get the idea if he would care to explain…

And he just tells you it’s not really safe for him to be openly friends with you, and that’s why he sneaks into your house through your bedroom window and not through the front door like a normal person

“and you’re a really sweet girl, and I enjoy spending time with you but I just don’t want you to get involved with my life too much, because as many rumours as people make up about me… there’s still some truth to it so you’re better off not being affiliated with someone like me.”

And he’s looking at the floor, wringing his hands.

After that you kind of let it go, you still have questions but that felt like it was a lot for him to open up about at once so you give him a break because from what you’ve seen of him he’s not much of a sharer.

You didn’t want to push it in case you pushed him away and,, you were just starting to get used to having him around.

You spend the rest of the night just chilling and listening to music with him and talking about your life, hoping to lighten the mood

Also because he wanted to know more about you and so you decided to share a bit, and complain about the struggles you had/have growing up with one parent and how you wished you had a dynamic like his with friends that you’d known your whole life, and admitted to him that you were envious.

He doesn’t stay this time.

He leaves in the night just after you’ve fallen asleep and goes to deal with some business.

You see him at school the next day and he has a few cuts and scrapes across his knuckles so you’re like ‘wtf when did that happen…’

You wanted to go up and ask him but you remembered what he said about keeping you away from the trouble in his life so you just sit there wondering what happened…

Until Kihyun comes over with snacks to share, knowing you probably didn’t have breakfast, and says hi

And then you take it as your chance to ask what happened and he shrugs it off like ‘idk the details but someone owed him money and he was getting impatient’

and you’re like ‘what,, the hell.. he never told me that he beat people up ??’ and shit, you just thought that he was dealing drugs or something.

You never took him as a violent person, no matter what other people said about him none of them actually knew him… but you did.. and then you started to see him differently after it hit you that you didn’t know him as well as you thought. Or that he’d led you to believe.

Realistically you couldn’t have known him that well after like what a week? 2 weeks?

So you decided to step back a bit and remind yourself that what he did, or didn’t do, wasn’t your business and you had no obligation to him.

After all it’s not like he was your boyfriend

That night was different.

He knew something was wrong when he stopped by your house but all the lights were out,

Strange… maybe you were in the bathroom and just didn’t turn your bedroom light on.

He climbs up anyway and goes to open the window… but it’s locked… and the curtains are closed… did something happen ?

In the past 2 weeks of you hanging out he couldn’t recall you’d ever locked your window, plus it was only a little after 10pm

He couldn’t remember doing anything the night before that would have made you mad at him,

But did he say something wrong ?

Or was it because he didn’t stay the night?

He decided to just hang out in your tree for a little bit, he’d climbed all the way up there and had nothing else to do so he may as well just chill.

After about 30 minutes of him sitting in the branches with his eyes shut, just taking in how peaceful that moment was … your bedroom light turned on, and he jolted up because he wanted to know what was going on

So he knocked on the window a couple of times  …nothing..

So he waited a minute and knocked again, louder this time

Heard a shuffle like feet across your rug and then the curtain opened.

You looked pissed.

He knocked again, eyebrows raised in question and you open the window and you’re like

‘what the fuck are you doing just hanging out here?’

And he’s swinging his legs like a child

‘idk why you still up?’

and you’re like ‘… I had.. to pee ?’

You let him in so it would be less obvious to your dad and the neighbours that he was there, and then you’re both like …. soooooo…

and he just deadpans ‘are you mad at me ?’

And you’re like ‘well… I was trying to sleep and you’re being creepy as hell just hanging out in my tree in the dark, and banging on my window hella loud for some reason so yeah I’m a little ticked off.’

and he scratches his neck feeling awkward

‘yeah but you never lock your window or close the curtain so something was already wrong before I came here.’

you just look at him like bruh…

You reach out to him and flick the cut on his hand

and hes like ??

'UMMMM OUCH why did you do that??’

And you’re like 'hm idk why didn’t you tell me you were fighting peoplelike isn’t that something you should have told me when I asked you about what was actually going on in your life? like you clearly glossed over some important stuff but sure just casually forget to mention that..’

You could tell he felt uncomfortable but you weren’t really sure if you cared at this point

Like you asked him to tell you the truth about what he did and he left a big chunk out of it, like he was so vague the night before, that you could have interpreted it so many different ways. It wasn’t fair to just assume you knew exactly what he was talking about.

He’s like 'Okay…. obviously I wasn’t fully honest with you about what I do or why my life is too dangerous for you to get involved in, but I just didn’t want to drop all this information on you at once and have you be overwhelmed. I like hanging out with you, and I thought … you wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore..’

and your heart does a lil flip flop

He was scared I wouldn’t want to be his friend anymore

'Yeah I get that… but now that I know there’s more to it all, can you actually tell me the truth?’

It felt unfair because you’d been so open and vulnerable about your life and how hard it’s been for you but you felt like he still had this big wall up between you.

He tries to brush it off by turning your speakers up

’I like this song…’

and you’re like ’?? Um I think the fuck not, you literally just admitted that you shouldn’t have held all this back from me so why are you still holding back as if I’m not trying to get you to open up’

He sighs in defeat, knowing you’re right, before telling you about how hard it is for him to trust people and that’s why the rest of Monsta X are the only people he really keeps close because he knows he can trust them. Even then, not all of them fully know everything about him because hes such a private person, like the only 2 that actually know EVERYTHING are Shownu and Changkyun.

And you’re like '… yeah but you can tell me, I opened up so much to you about my life and I just felt like I could trust you, so I want you to be able to do the same with me.’

He realizes you’re right and he could just see how good of a person you were from the amount of time you spent together so far, and he decided to let it all out.

He told you everything. About the debt. His mom. The business going under. The loan sharks. Everything.

[kijeu-kijeu-straykijeu]

protect my heart ♡ Lee Felix

➤ summary: There’s no telling what the future holds, especially not if you are appointed as the new bodyguard for the son of very influential and powerful people.

➤ genre: bodyguard au, fluff

➤ word count: 5,636

➤ A/N: Initially, I intended to complete this scenario before “I know you, You know me“,  but ended up postponing it. Nevertheless, I was finally able to post this scenario, so I hope you enjoy reading it. ♡ 

“Y/N, you must do it,” Mr. Bang ordered, giving me a stern look. 

While holding a straight posture, I felt that my body began to stiffen. I gulped nervously, “Sir, are you sure that you want to leave this important job to me? Ever since I worked here, I was merely an assistant.”

Mr. Bang leaned back on his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “What would you say if I hired you as an assistant on purpose?”

Confusion overcame me, but I have to keep a neutral face. “I don’t quite understand what you mean, sir.”

He leaned forward again and rested his elbows on the table, his chin sticked out slightly. “You’re the best student I’ve ever had, Y/N. Out of all students I’ve taught so far, you completed the many years of intensive training excellently.”

During the seven years I was in Mr. Bang’s training program, he had never once praised a student. “Thank you, sir!” I said as I bowed to him.

“So what are you planning on doing? Are you gonna take up the challenge?” Mr. Bang asked in a commanding tone.

“Yes, sir. I gladly accept the mission,” I said loudly and clearly. As if I had another choice, I thought.

°•* •* °

“Here’s the data of the client,” Woojin said, handing me the folder. 

“Thanks.” I took the folder and stuffed it inside my bag.

“Come to think of it, it’s your first mission, right? Are you nervous?” Woojin asked, holding a coffee mug in his hand.

I nodded vigorously, “The piles of paperwork I had to do for the boss must have turned me into a wimp. The client allegedly is a very important person on top of that.”

“Oh yeah, he is,” Woojin said approving. “The client is the son of a high-ranking politician and her husband is the chairman of one of the largest companies here. Apparently, or it’s rather obvious that the son’s going to inherit the company due to his father’s illness,” Woojin whispered, since information about the clients are strictly confidential.

“Not forget to mention, you got a very well-paid job and also get to live in a chic mansion,” Woojin added, emphasizing the well-paid.

“How can it be that such a small girl hits the jackpot? In contrast to me, who just got the job to protect a hairless cat,” he sighed, sipping on the coffee mug.

“If it was possible, I would switch with you.” I stood up, and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I better get going now. There’s a bunch of stuff to pack for my departure tomorrow. Thank you for everything, Woojin.”

“My pleasure,” he said, lifting the mug. “Take care.”

“See you,” I waved at him, before stepping out of the office room.

°•* •* ° 

After putting on my ironed black suit and tying my hair back in a neat ponytail, I dragged my suitcase round the front door and was ready to set off.

About a two-hour ride through the city and a small town, I was on a broad way in a suburb, in which big mansions were lining up in a row. “Impressive. The wealthiest of the wealthy people must be living here,” I whistled.

By the time the navigation system told me that I’ve ‘reached my destination’, I was already able to see a big iron gate from afar. I drove up a stone-surfaced path. It had a row of beautiful red rose bushes on either side of it.

“What a prestigious place ... ” I mumbled as I slowly approached the big gate.

The gate opened magically by itself, so I had no problem entering the forecourt until two giant and well-built men in black suits with shades blocked my way.

One of them pointed me to get off the car, so I did as I was told. “Are you the new recruit?” the other one asked, his bald head shined in the sunlight.

“Yes, I am. CB Group’s CEO Bang Chan sent me. My name is Y/N,” I introduced myself, trying to appear as professional and tough as possible.

“The young master is expecting you. Follow me.” the baldie said, while the other guy got into my car and drove away, probably to the parking lot.

When going up the polished steps to the heavy front door, I inhaled and exhaled in order to calm my nerves down.

The door came open and a white angelic-like light dazzled me. The next thing I noticed was the round and large hallway with maids going back and fourth and up and down the marble steps.

“This way,” the baldie growled. The mansion as well as its interior design left me in astonishment. We walked along a broad corridor with a red carpet covered floor. Old paintings in gold frames hung on both walls. At the end of the corridor was a mighty wooden door which the baldie easily pushed open.

The door led to another large room with bookshelves as walls. Everywhere I looked were brown shelves of books. The red and gold embroidered carpet was barely seen because loose sheets of paper, high piles of books, and stacks of old letters covered it. In short, it was the messiest library I’ve ever seen. 

The baldie lead me further in the vast library until he stopped in front of a long antique table. He bowed in a thirty-degree tilt. “Sir, your bodyguard has arrived,” he announced and stepped aside.

My legs began to wobble, and I immediately bowed to the client in ninety-degree angle. “How do you do, sir? My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

Damn it. I totally screwed up, I thought as I bit my lip.

In the moment I bowed, I remained like this until I heard footsteps coming towards me. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

When I looked up, a young man in a white shirt and black tie stood next to me, extending his hand.

“My name is Felix, Lee Felix. Please take good care of me from today onwards,” he said smilingly, his voice was even deeper and lower than that of the baldie.

I firmly took his hand and bowed my head, “I will give my best.”

Wow, he sure looks young. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was younger than me, I thought as I let go of his hand.

“Bing, is everything prepared for her stay?” Mr. Lee asked as he sat down on his padded chair.

“Yes, sir, her room is located across from yours,” he confirmed and doddered away.

°•* •* °

When taking some documents out, Mr. Lee spread them over the table. “Y/N.”

“Yes, sir?” I exclaimed, holding the usual straight posture next to his desk.

“Have a seat. You don’t have to stand all the time,” he said, patting on the chair beside him.

“Sir, you are too generous. It is a part of my job to follow the rules,” I refused his kind offer.

Mr. Lee shoved the documents aside and glanced at me, “So the rules are forbidding you from sitting?”

“No, sir. But my boss stated explicitly that the bodyguard has to be poised to attack at any time in order to protect the client. And if I sit down, my reaction time might get slower, resulting me putting you at risk.”

In response to my answer he blinked a bit, then chuckled, “You’re really strange.”

What? Did he just labeled me as ‘strange’? 

“Okay, I understand the ‘no sitting’ rule, but can you at least talk with me?” he asked charmingly.

I nodded, “Talking is all right, sir.”

All of a sudden, he bursted into laughter, “You know what? I take my words back about you being strange. You’re hilarious!”

“What’s so funny?” I knit my eyebrows in confusion.

He wiped his tears away which barely escaped his eyes, “Phew, I haven’t laughed like this in so long. But Y/N, what happened to the honorifics?”

My eyes widened and I bowed to him, “My apologies for not watching my language, I will certainly reflect on it.”

When I raised my head, I found him erupting in laughter again. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop now,” he said, and glimpsed at my poker face, which was a warning for him to not piss me off.

It seemed like he got the message, or else he wouldn’t clear his throat and rub his neck nervously. “That was just a joke. I didn’t like you using honorifics like ‘sir’ in the first place,” he said lowly. “Apart from that, your answers were so cute that I couldn’t help but laugh.”

“I apologize! I apologize for giving you this scary look!” I clenched my teeth in embarrassment.

“I’ll accept your apology if you drop the honorifics. Deal?” he bargained.

“D-deal,” I agreed reluctantly, knowing that Mr. Bang would kill me if he found out that I’m speaking to the client casually.

A big smile formed on his face, “Since we got rid of this topic, I want you to call me by my first name. Everyone is always like ‘sir’ here and ‘young master’ there. I can’t hear this anymore.”

“May I ask you something first?” I asked hesitantly. “How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen,” he replied. 

“Woah, we’re the same age! And I estimated you as a sixteen-year-o-,” I bit my tongue as I realized that I’m being cheeky.

To my surprise, his already big smile became bigger, “I hear that often, but to be honest, I even thought you were fifteen.”

“Stop joking around and do your work, Felix,” I said amused.

“I’m going to work if you sit down,” Felix grinned happily. “Let me tell you something, during my eighteen years of living, I’ve never been once in a risky or dangerous situation. And today won’t be an exception.”

“Fine.” I sat down on the surprisingly soft chair as I turned to him. “Say, why did you hire me if you already have security guards like that baldie? Aren’t they enough for your safety?”

“According to my parents, no. I’m not sure why they insisted on hiring you, but I assume it’s because I’m temporarily living here alone,” Felix explained.

“Couldn’t it be that you have opponents or rivals, who are searching for revenge?” I asked curiously.

“You just said yourself that I look like sixteen-year-old, so how could I possibly have or make any enemies?”

“Ah, I forgot, you’re right.” I said sarcastically.

“Hey,” he gently nudged me with his elbow and laughed heartily.

By this time the whole nervosity and tension I had felt earlier vanished at once. It was like I was talking to friend of the same age.

°•* •* °

Felix spent the whole day in the library without leaving his desk, which was now piled high with more folders and paper stacks.

Due to the heavy curtains, no evening light had been able to come on indoors, only the majestic chandeliers filled the library with dim orange light. When I glanced over the piles of paper, Felix was still writing diligently. 

Oh my, what a hardworking boy. He’s only eighteen and yet he has to spent his youth in a pile of paperwork. Well, this also applied to me, I thought and leaned back on the chair.

“Y/N, if you’re getting sleepy, you can leave,” Felix said, his eyes still on a document.

“I’m staying. It’s a twentyfourseven job after all.” I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling, which seemed to be impossible to reach.

The sound of a falling pencil lead me to sat up, Felix rolled his chair backwards and turned to me. “Shall I postpone the work and we call it a day?” he asked as if he was amazed by his own idea.

“Are you sure? The paper will keep stacking up, though,” I tried to talk him out of it.

“It’s all right. Staying here all day is suffocating. Let’s go,” he said nonchalantly, and stood up.

°•* •* °

We went all the way back to the grand hallway, where the maids were still running around busily. After climbing up the steps, Felix opened a big door, which lead to a broad corridor with a row of doors. 

“You’re bedroom is the fourth one on the left,” he pointed at it with his finger. “Mine is across yours, so if you need anything just knock on my door.”

“Okay. Ah, and by the way, at what time do I have to start working?” I asked, my hand on the door knob.

“My secretary will pick you up at eight o’clock. We’ll see each other at the breakfast table,” Felix said, before entering his room. “Good night, Y/N.”

Before I could wish him a ‘good night’ back, he already shut his door. 

°•* •* °

Exactly at eight o’clock, someone knocked on my door. When I got up to open it, a gloomy face greeted me. 

“Hello, my name is Seo Changbin. I’m Mr. Lee’s secretary. He told me to pick you up, so if you would be so kind to follow me now,” he said listlessly, turned round, and marched to the big door.

Wow, what a morning person, I clapped inside my head sarcastically as I walked behind him.

As soon as the next door came open, we entered a large dining room. Above our heads hung a huge chandelier from the ceiling. In the middle of the room was a long table, behind it stood Felix who was serving meals.

The next thing I knew was, Felix standing up in an instant after seeing Changbin. They hugged each other excitedly, but what shocked me the most was the quick switch of Changbin’s facial expressions.

“Y/N, have a seat,” Felix offered, pushing a chair out.

During breakfast nothing much happened, except of Changbin who showed that he is an actual sunshine. Could it be an identity crisis? I wondered.

Soon afterwards, Felix began his ‘I-spend-all-day-in-the-library’ routine. To my surprise or rather to his surprise, the surface of his desk wasn’t visible anymore due to the indeed growing stacks of paper.

Felix let out a sigh and sat down, immediately beginning to sort the single-colored folders in different stacks on the floor.

“Can I help you?” I asked, feeling sorry for him.

He sighed once more, this time more exhausted. “Beat up this monstrous mountain of paper, please,” he whined, giving me a piteous gaze.

“Instead of beating this monster up,” I said as I sat down next to him, “let’s take it apart. Bit by bit.”

°•* •* °

Shortly after midday, the piles and stacks of folders and papers disappeared completely. In the meantime, Felix and I leaned back on the chairs, our eyes closed, while we silently rested in the warmth of the soft shining sunlight, which came pouring through the large square windows into the rather shady library. 

“Felix?” I called, glancing sideways at him.

He kept his eyes shut, his tie hung loose around his neck, a few brown hair strands rested round his face. Looking at how the sunlight casted a shadow on him, he resembled an angel. He’s really handsome, I thought and found myself admiring his perfect side profile.

It seemed that he fell asleep. That wouldn’t surprise me, he had worked hard as if there was no tomorrow. Hopefully, he won’t become the successor of his father’s company or else he’ll really spend his life locked up in this library.

“You’re the male version of the Sleeping Beauty, did you know?” I said, even though Felix couldn’t hear me anyway. “The only difference is that you’re not sleeping, but working all the time.”

By the time the Sleeping Beauty finally opened his eyes, it was already dark outside. Felix sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked around the dark library. “Y/N is gone,” he mumbled to himself, stood up, and stretched his arms up to the ceiling. “And she said she must stay by my side twentyfourseven.”

“Oi Felix, are you awake?” I called out behind the many bookshelves.

“Y/N? Where are you?” Felix asked confused, carefully walking between the bookshelves while trying not to trip over a bundle of books. 

“Felix, come over here.” I waved as I saw him stumbling in the other direction.

“What are you doing here?” Felix asked, looking at his watch. “It’s already past midnight. You should go to bed now.”

“Stop mothering me, and take this,” I said and handed him a wilted-looking book. 

Felix had a baffled look on his face when he eyed the book cover. “Sleeping Beauty? Shall I read this fairy tale to you, so you fall asleep more easily?” he asked jokingly.

I shook my head. “You’re not the one who’s going to read the fairy tale.”

Felix furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “I’m the reader and you’re the listener,” I clarified, and marched out of the maze of bookshelves.

Still being baffled by what just had happened, Felix froze, not knowing what to do or say. “H-hey, Y/N! Let’s go together!” he called after me.

°•* •* °

A flamboyant night lamp next to Felix’s large double bed poorly lit up the room, but it was enough to read the book. I sat on a stool beside the night lamp while reading the fairy tale to Felix who snuggled up in his blankets.

The story time ended sooner than I thought, because Felix was sound asleep before I could read the end of the fairy tale. At the sight of his cute sleeping face, I couldn’t help but giggle. 

“See you tomorrow, my Sleeping Beauty,” I whispered, and closed the door behind me.

°•* •* °

In the following morning, Felix wasn’t in the dining room. After eating breakfast by myself, I headed to the library, knowing that it was Felix’s actual home. 

But he wasn’t there either. That perplexed me. Where would he go besides the library? My heart felt uneasy and began to beat faster.

Just as I was about to dash out of the library to search him, Felix appeared behind the many bookshelves. “Oh, Y/N, you’re already here. I’m sorry I overslept,” Felix grinned innocently while scratching his forehead.

“It seems like you had a good sleep,” I said, crossing my arms. “As of tomorrow, I’m going to wake you up.”

“Eh? There’s no need. Don’t force yourself,” Felix said, waving it off.

“I can’t have you wandering around without me while I don’t have a clue about your whereabouts. Don’t forget that it’s my duty to protect you,” I argued, being irritated by the current situation.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout at you,” I said apologetically once I realized it hadn’t been his fault.

“No, don’t be. If I had set my alarm, I wouldn’t have been late,” Felix said in attempt to set me at ease.

Soon afterwards, silence filled the room where I didn’t dare to look at him.

“You know,” Felix began as he came closer to me, “due to your kindness to read a fairy tale to me, I was able to sleep deeply all night long.”

When I glanced at him, I noticed that he suddenly became nervous.

“So I hope you can do it more often,” Felix said shyly, his face reddened a little.

“If it’s an order, I have no choice but to follow it,” I said smilingly.

Upon seeing how Felix’s eyes crinkled into rainbow-like shapes and his mouth spread into a blinding smile, a warm, tingling feeling rose inside of me. 

In that moment, I somehow suspected what kind of feeling it was, but there was no way it could be true. 

It hasn’t been a week since I started working here, and I already broke several rules:

 I’m talking to the client casually.

 I lost sight of the client. 

And last but not least, I fell in love with the client?!

No, no, no, just no! Get a grip, Y/N! You only had one task, and you’re already screwing up, I thought, and punched myself mentally.

°•* •* °

Luckily, I was somehow able to swallow this feeling down. In this kind of situation, it was the best to draw a line!

“Y/N, can you pass me the bundle of letters, please?” Felix asked, pointing at the letters next to my feet.

I picked up the bundle and handed it to him. Even if we managed to get rid of the the monstrous pile of paperwork yesterday, Felix’s desk was showered with papers again. I sighed and drifted off.

“Are you okay? You seem tired,” Felix remarked, looking up from a letter to turn to me.

The last thing I wanted was him worrying about me, so I put on a fake smile and told him I was just fine. 

Felix put the letter down and rolled his chair over to me. “You’re face is glowing,” he said as he placed his hand on my forehead. 

Of course my face is glowing when your face is only a few inches away from mine, I screeched inside my head.

“Come with me.” Felix stood up, took my hand, and lead me out of the library.

“W-where are we going? I’m really fine!” I exclaimed, but Felix just ignored me and we walked through the large hallway, where the maids stared at us. Without minding them, we walked upstairs. Felix flung my room door open, and closed it as soon as we entered the room. 

“Felix, listen, I’m fine. I could do hundred push-ups here right now,” I said, trying to convince him.

“You’re saying you’re fine, but I’m not fine with it!” Felix countered, looking worried and stressed out.

A long silence followed afterwards, in which we both knew what we actually wanted. I took his hand off of mine, and warmed his hand with both of my hands before I walked him to my bed.

“You’re the one who has to rest,” I said, giving him a comforting smile. “So consider today as your day off, and don’t think of anything else but yourself.”

Felix hesitated to answer. He sat down on the bed and sighed, “Can you ... stay by my side until I fall asleep?”

“Of course,” I nodded, and picked up the book, Sleeping Beauty, which I put on my nightstand. “If you want, I can continue reading this to you,” I offered.

Felix cheered up a little, a shy smile formed on his face, “Yes, please.”

Throughout the day, Felix was in deep sleep without waking up once. Seeing him sleeping peacefully like this is enough. As long as he’s happy and healthy, I don’t need anything else.

Several days have passed since then, and I was sure I’m not able to erase my feelings for him. They kept growing, so I kept calling him in my heart. 

°•* •* ° 

Standing in front of the library, I found a note sticking on the door. 

You don’t have to come to the library today. I’ll see you later.

Felix

What do I do now? I wondered, and went back to my room. Just as I opened the door, I heard my phone rang at the nightstand, but the caller hung up before I was able to answer it. When I checked who had called me, my stomach dropped away downward somewhere. It was a missed call from Mr. Bang, but why would he personally call me? Could it be that he found out about me breaking the rules?! I panicked as my phone began to buzz.

“A text message from Mr. Bang,” I muttered anxiously before reading it.

Y/N, don’t think I’m going to ask you how you’re doing over there, because I won’t.

Tss, what a tsundere, I thought and read on.

Good for me, but rather cumbersome for you. We’ve a long queue of new clients who demand the best bodyguards. In short, you have to come back to the headquarters. I’ve already phoned your current client’s secretary. Pack your belongings, you have one day.  

PS: Don’t dare ignore my call next time.

CB Group CEO Bang Chan

I couldn’t believe what I’ve read just now. A transfer? Does Felix know about this? I wondered, and decided to talk to Changbin first since he was the person Mr. Bang had mentioned in the text message.

°•* •* °

When I was about to knock on Changbin’s office door, I could hear Felix’s voice. He sounded dissatisfied. I carefully opened the door, and stumbled inside. My eyes stopped on Felix’s back as he stood in front of Changbin’s desk. None of them noticed me.

“Yes, it’s true, Felix. Your father’s health stabilized, so your parents might return home sooner than expected,” Changbin explained, clasping his hands together as he put his elbows on the desk. “I know the last few weeks have been hard for you, but once the chairman is able to go to work again, you can go back living your own life,” Changbin said promising.

“No, I won’t. I’ll have to follow my father’s footsteps. That’s why I’m just able to continue if Y/N is by my side,” Felix stated, slamming his hands on Changbin’s desk. “Cancel the transfer. I need Y/N,” he said, looking serious and yet so frustrated.

Upon hearing Felix saying he needed me, my heart began to thump and pound.

“I’m sorry, Felix. Neither me nor you can do anything about it. The transfer documents are signed and sealed,” Changbin clarified.

Felix ran his hand through his hair, and took a deep breath. “Give them to me, the documents, I’ll tear them up,” he said impatiently.

“Just as I’ve said before, there’s nothing you can do about that,” Changbin tried to say as nice as he could, but Felix remained stubborn. 

“That’s enough,” I intervened, holding on Felix’s arm. “Sorry for bothering you,” I said, turning to Changbin, and dragged Felix out of the office room.

“Y/N, why are you holding me back? Is it just me who wants you to stay?” Felix asked, anger and disappointment were written on his face.

“No, I don’t want this to happen either, but you heard what Changbin said,” I paused as his eyes met mine. 

“I don’t care what he said. I won’t let you go,” Felix said, his voice filled with tenderness.

“Did you come here, trying to keep me as your bodyguard?” I asked, being flattered by his effort.

Felix shook his head. “You’re more than just a bodyguard to me. You- ... never mind,” he cleared his throat and walked away.

“When you start talking, you should finish your sentence!” I called after him.

°•* •* °

“There’s something I’m curious about, how did you know about my transfer?” I asked as I took my clothes out of the closet, throwing them in my suitcase.

“Changbin messaged me last night, but he wasn’t in the mansion at that time. So I decided to discuss about your transfer with him today,” Felix replied, watching me trying to close my full suitcase. “That won’t do if you don’t fold your clothes,” Felix said, and shoved me firmly aside.

“I didn’t expect you to be this messy,” Felix chuckled as he began to fold my blazer.

“Nah, I’m not messy, but rather lazy” I said, shrugging my shoulders as I kneeled down to fold my shirts. “I’m sorry for making you cleaning up my stuff.”

“I don’t mind at all since I couldn’t help you in any way. But don’t you have more things to pack? Didn’t you forget anything? Your diary? Your stuffed animal?

My heart?” Felix asked, gazing at me with expectant eyes.

“H-huh? Y-your ... what?” I stammered, not knowing whether I heard right.

Felix put a t-shirt down and moved closer to me, “My heart is yours now, but you’re going to leave. You should take it with you so that you won’t forget me.”

After staring at him, I quickly averted my gaze, hoping that he didn’t noticed how red my face had become, “What- what are you saying.”

“You know what I mean,” Felix said, tilting his head to make eye contact with me, “I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot.”

A quick glimpse at him was enough for me to tell that he waited for an answer. I clutched the shirt in my hands as I gathered my courage to face him. “Even if I told you that I like you too, it wouldn’t change anything. Today is my last day with you, so it’s better to stop at this point instead of starting something new.”

“So you do like me too!” Felix smiled brightly.

“Didn’t you listen to me? Let’s keep the bodyguard-client relationship we have now,” I said even if I’m the happiest person alive right now.

“I don’t want you to see me as your client, though,” Felix countered. “Besides, there’s no point to discuss about it now, because you won’t be able to reject me. I’m annoyingly stubborn, you know.”

“Ah, is that so? Me too. I’m super annoyingly stubborn too,” I said, and was about to stand up as Felix grabbed my wrist. “Y/N, I’m serious. I can’t picture a life without you in it.”

His soft and pleading gaze while looking up at me caused my heart to break. 

“As a bodyguard, isn’t it your job to protect your client? Not just physically, but you have to protect their heart as well,” Felix said as he stood up. “If you’re going like this, ... it’s the same as if you’re throwing my heart away.” 

Felix gently took me into his arms, where I was welcomed with nothing but sincerity and warmth. The great longing we have for each other won’t fade away easily, so we tried to make the best out of this situation.

But time seeped through our hands, and it continued to flow until it was time for me to go.

°•* •* ° 

It was a beautiful summer morning with birds twittering somewhere. Felix and I stood in the forecourt, waiting for the baldie to come with my car.

“Here, take this with you,” Felix said, holding a brown book in his hands.

My eyes widened in surprise as I recognized the book cover, “This is ... ”

“Sleeping Beauty,” Felix continued my sentence. “Read this when you can’t sleep, and ... think of me whenever you see it.“

I looked up to see that Felix was smiling at me. “Thank you. I’ll put it right next to my bed once I arrive at home” I said, returning his smile. “And if you happen to have difficulties to go to sleep, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll read a fairy tale to you.”

“I’ll even call you when I don’t have a reason to do it,” Felix grinned happily.

Soon afterwards, the baldie drove around the corner and stopped near the iron gate. He got out, and handed me my keys before doddering away.

“I guess we have to say goodbye now,” Felix smiled sadly.

I stared on the ground as I nodded, trying to keep my eyes dry. 

“Y/N, please look at me,” Felix said gently, but I pretended not to listen. “It’s my last order,” he added.

So I did as I was told, and tears started to roll down my cheeks as soon as I saw his enchanting smile. Felix took a step forward, and cupped my cheeks with his hands, wiping my tears with his thumbs away.

“Stop crying or I start crying too,” Felix laughed as he began to squish my face. “That’s not funny,” I mumbled between his hands as he suddenly pulled me in a tight embrace. One of his hands cradled the back of my head and the other one held me closer to him. 

“Let’s meet again,” he muttered into my hair. “I love you, Y/N.”

I buried my crying face in his shoulder, “Me too. I love you so much.”

We remained like this for a while, waiting for one of us to pull away. 

When I drove out of the forecourt, Felix kept waving at me until the big iron gate closed by itself. 

The red rose bushes on either side of the stone-surfaced path let me reminisce about the first time I drove to the mansion.

And if I think about it again, Felix is indeed the male version of the Sleeping Beauty. The red rose bushes symbolize the thorn hedges in the fairy tale. The mansion is the castle, and the incapacity to reduce Felix’s working hours are the sleeping people in the castle since they weren’t able to help the princess.

Through a kiss the princess awakened, but could I relieve Felix of his work?

°•* •* °

One week later~

“That’s so unfair! You hit the jackpot yet again! And then there’s me who has to hang up with a hairless cat,” Woojin whined as he handed me the data of my new client.

“Some day you’ll be friends with that cat,” I laughed and took the folder. “Hang in there!” I tried to cheer him up, and waved goodbye when I left the office room.

°•* •* °

Having arrived at the house of the client, I stood still in order to calm myself down. “Okay, Y/N. You can do this,” I said to myself, and rang the door bell.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as a certain person I know all too well had opened the front door.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Lee Felix,” he introduced himself, and extended his hand as his kind eyes crinkled into rainbow-like shapes.

“And again, I ask you to take good care of me from today onwards.”

[blacknovelist]

I want some cute/fluff things to go awww for from the BNHA Ageswap AU, so let me here 'em! Tell us about some funny or adorable things that happened before the Canon of ageswap between the friends/former classmates/teachers when they dealt with younger siblings & brotherhood, a fire spitting baby and a telekinetic green haired girl that just lost her parents. Maybe not in that order. Chronological, if that is manageable. I want some dorky friends being friends and dorks while trying to manage.

bless your heart, fluff sounds wonderful right about now! :D Forgive me if this answer turns out entirely too long and incoherent, but I really like thinking about this stuff. 

so, like the Ageswap heroes, a lot of them when they graduated were more on line of like, just regular old friends. But there were certainly groups of them that were good close buddies together (i.e the Dream Team of Ageswap Uravity/Ingenium/Deku, who absolutely were besties, and also Kirishima and Bakugou were pretty alright with each other come grad time). Once their hero work started in earnest, it turned out their ties to each other was beneficial from time to time, so it drew them much closer together! Within just a few years of graduating, they’re much closer to the Family UA we know and love, but it isn’t until just a bit later that they get that final push.

(Putting the rest of it under the cut because while I answered your question and gave you some Fun Times, on a whole this answer turned into every conceivable fact and detail about the history of the Family UA squad and their adventures in childrearing, and also general silly things about Inko, Enji and Tensei because I could. Sorry - I hope you don’t mind, and that I more or less cover the stuff you’re really looking for!! This is going to be a record-setter as far as length goes, oh jeez.)

Most of the Ageswap Heroes work as just heroes for some time following their graduation, making names for themselves and rising through the rankings. Their jobs at UA don’t happen until a little further down the timeline, which I’ll elaborate on later.

Inko is the first to join the Ageswap UA fam, actually. Deku had been fighting some villains, a group they’d been tracking down for a good few months now - it’s the first time they’d been able to pin these guys, and it’s now or never to bring them in. Still, even in a two-on-five fight, Deku’s no pushover. It’s all going well until one of the villains whirls around, swings wide past the two heroes, and launches a hit straight at a building nearby. 

Someone screams. One of the others follows their comrade’s lead and takes potshots at people on the street, and the whole block just starts to crumble.

On that day, the pro-hero Deku breaks his self-imposed quirk limits (which are in place more for the protection of others than for his own sake at this point in time, in order to quickly subdue the villains so that he can call in rescue squads because they have civilians they need to save right this damn minute, come on!

He works in tandem with the rescue teams for hours. It’s the low burning kind of physical activity, the careful shift of debris and following the desperate yell of people, trapped and afraid and god, if only he could’ve ended the fight sooner-!

It’s not his fault, not entirely - he can’t be everywhere at once, with some villains engaging him and others going to wreak havoc, but though this isn’t the first time there may be casualties, it’s still hard. They’d been fighting in an area with plenty of offices and apartments, and though some had managed to evacuate, others had been unable to do more than lock themselves into their homes and hope for the best.

Deku sees something incredible and terrible, in the ruins of one of the apartment complexes. A married couple, crumpled cold and together beneath rubble, unseeing eyes locked on the ruined door frame. Above them, in the room they diligently guarded, chunks of wood and plaster and tile float harmlessly among stuffed toys and dolls. It’s like some kind of morbid baby mobile to entertain the slumbering infant, still unaware of the world around her.

(”Esper-like quirks,” they tell him later. “They used their quirks before death and tied them to the baby, and the strength of it caused their quirks to linger. We’ve never seen anything like it, but you found her just in time - the effects wouldn’t have lasted much longer.”

“That’s not true,” Deku doesn’t say when they leave, baby tucked into the crook of his arm, safe and sound and fast asleep. “I didn’t find her fast enough - her parents would still be alive if I had.”)

Izuku takes Inko in, after, because of a sense of duty. It was his fault, in a way, not stopping the villains fast enough, not finding Inko and her parents fast enough. When he returns home, the first thing he does is call Ochako, and explain everything. He wasn’t sure who else to call, he admits, and there’s probably someone else they know who would be better to call about this, but there’s a sleeping baby with dead parents in his hands that he’s just asked to have temporary custody over and dear god he’s got absolutely NO CLUE WHAT I’M DOING PLEASE H EL P ME

(he wants to do right by this baby, by god, but he’s not exactly built for this.)

Once she’s done laughing, Ochako pulls Tenya aside because as it turned out, she’d been with him at the time. Between the three of them, Deku buys a shit-ton of baby supplies, goes over the procedure for gaining legal custody of Inko, tells everyone that “yeah sorry I’ve got a kid now! ….surprise?”, and gets so many visits from everyone at this time like “damn, man, lookit u growing up so quick :’)”

The first year is an adventure, man. This is the first kid of the Ageswap UA squad, so, no one has any clue what their doing. Izuku gets lots of little “care packages” in the mail from everyone containing stuff that’s supposed to help him (by the second month he’s got two whole cabinets devoted to diapers, and he tells everyone to stop sending them already because god, guys, she’s one baby, come on). Eventually, with lots of trial and error, Izuku settles into something normal-ish with Inko, the custody goes through, and everything’s fine.

Then a year later, Tensei is born! Tenya, for his part, is ecstatic at his little brother’s birth, because of course he is, it’s his little brother! Everyone is invited to come meet his little bro, but only a few people can really make it - Uraraka comes, and though Izuku can’t make it in person, he skypes in with Inko and sends his love and wishes. Todoroki drops by with his significant other (who, for reasons, we aren’t elaborating on. I don’t really want to fridge them, but right now, that’s mostly what we’re doing with them), as well as most of the class at varying times because they need to travel to arrive where Tenya and his bro are, and sometimes that kind of time just doesn’t happen for a while. By the time Tensei is a year old, though, everyone has visited at least once! Bakugou’s visit only lasted a few minutes, but at least he showed up.

Tenya does his best to help his parents look after the newborn Tensei as the Iida fam figure out how to balance their hero duties with taking care of the baby. For a time, the Iida family ducks out of the limelight in order to focus on Tensei. When they have the time, the others come in to help after their first visits. It’s sporadic, but the Iida’s appreciate it a lot! Tenya and Izuku end up swapping a lot of tips and things between them at this time. 

So everyone’s time is like, majorly divided now. There’s hero duties to uphold, kids to look after, media hounds to dissuade from invading all parts of their personal lives, it’s a bit of a mess. Everyone wants the world to slow down a little at that point.

Which, of course, is exactly why the world decides it’s a fantastic time for Todoroki Enji to come into this world, screaming his little baby head off many miles away. It’s all a bit of a mess, really, because Inko is just barely past one year old, Tensei was born weeks ago, and now there’s little Enji in on it too! Poor Ageswap UA squad. 

As mentioned in a previous ask, it’s some time before the three babies meet each other face to face. But, that hardly means a thing in the wake of our favourite thing - CHILDREARING SHENANIGANS.

To make this quick, I’m going to provide slightly chronological details and anecdotes about these kids growing up and in general, about the Nineteen Adults who are Completely Winging This Every Step of The Way (feat. Tenya’s parents, who do know what they’re doing, Tsuyu, who also knows what she’s doing thanks to her siblings, and the sporadic and spread out conversations @guardianlioness and I have had on the subject of Fam 1-A raising the children):

Kirishima is a blessing to everyone throughout everything, honestly, he gets along so well with the babies and his power with toddlers is comparable only to Deku’s own power with them.

Tsuyu is wonderful at looking after babies too, and is a godsend whenever any of the three need to be looked after

Uraraka loves to come by and spoil Tensei and Inko with laughter and toys and playing and liberal (safe) use of some zero g’s when he was first born. 

Also, when Inko’s quirk manifested into her small-object attraction, Uraraka was ecstatic bc it’s a very floaty quirk.

Uraraka splits her time between visiting Tensei and Inko and Enji basically all the time, once Enji is born, and is a close second for the status of go-to babysitter (Tsuyu is admittedly in first whenever she’s in the country, because she’s just got good experience about it)

Tensei as a baby, for some reason, is quite fond of Sero! Though he tends to visit a bit less as far as the regular visitors go, because of, you know, hero-ing.

Dark Shadow takes a shine to Inko when Tokoyami passes through to say hello. He swears up and down Inko (who at the time was like, maybe under a month old) babbled something that sounded suspiciously like “birdie” and no, of course he isn’t happy about that, he’s no common bird! (Try telling that to Dark Shadow though, who is perfectly content with the nickname)

On the reg, though, because I’m tired and describing how every baby reacts to everyone would get repetitive real quick, it’s just facts that basically everyone gets along with the children well enough? There really isn’t anyone who doesn’t help out at some point or who was bad with the three kids, and all of them love their many aunts and uncles (even if some of them won’t acknowledge or admit it)

Tensei, surprisingly, was fussiest as a baby, though he mellowed out with age. He’s followed by Enji and Inko as far as baby rankings go. Enji was a damn hellion during the toddler stage though, and Inko had some trouble around the same age.

Frankly, and pardon my language, everyone fucking loves Inko basically instantly once Izuku takes her in, even if they first meet her over video call. She’s cute as a button when she’s a baby, all rounded face and tufts of long hair and lots of smiles and laughs and gosh, how is it possible for a baby to be this adorable?? We Just Don’t Know.

Once he’s over his panic, Izuku does well by Inko, though he’s still a bit awkward. He’s nothing before the power of a baby, tbh but compensates through sheer Dad Ability. When it comes to little kids and toddlers though?  Izuku is a literal godsend. His wonderful skills were definitely put to a lot of use around the terrible toddler times (often through video call for Enji, though there were times he would drop by and visit in person if he was in the area while on the job.)

Izuku’s ability with kids and toddlers has a lot to do with Enji’s respect for his uncle actually - he’s one of the few people Enji listens to on a regular basis, and whose opinion he trusts, and one of the only people he’ll actually listen to (which causes trouble during his time at UA, but that’s much further down the line)

Everyone has had a go at babysitting each of the trio at least once in their lives, to varying degrees of success. 

On related and unrelated notes respectively, Aoyama and Hagakure aren’t allowed to babysit without at least one other responsible person present at the time. Also, Sero and Kaminari aren’t allowed to babysit Tensei as a kid without supervision (together or individually), and Enji goes through a minor phase where he refuses to allow any of his uncles to look after him for completely unknown reasons to everyone else

(it’s because he’s worried that if his uncles look after him too much he’ll start treating his aunts funny like how the stupid kids at school treat girls funny sometimes for child logic reasons, and Enji is too smart a kid to think that treating his aunts with anything but respect is a bad move. As a result, during this time, he spends as much time with his super strong aunts as he possibly can to remind himself to never go down that road, until he realizes that of course spending time with his uncles wouldn’t change anything, duh! They’re just as afraid and respectful of the women in his life as he is, and with due reason. And so, everything returns to normal again.)

Inko’s quirk is the first to come in at the tender age of 8 months, and caused a little bit of chaos when it did. It starts with her picking up the teddy bear that fell out of her bed while Izuku is bending down to pick it up for her, which scares the shit outta him. He’s extra careful not to leave small and potentially dangerous things (like screws or something) lying around where she might be able to pick them up with her quirk.

Second is Enji, who gains his at one year and two months. His manifestation comes in the form of him completely setting his head and hair on fire, leading to a long fifteen minutes of confirming Enji is perfectly okay frantic phone calls, emergency skype video calls, the copious use of google, and Shouto frantically trying to get his son to put out his quirk without hurting him before his son accidentally burns their entire house down (which he barely manages).

incidentally, Enji only loses control of his quirk as a baby - his control doesn’t waver after that, until many, many years later when he’s attending UA.

Tensei’s quirk manifests a bit before his second birthday in an uncontrollable burst of exhaust that sends the little boy’s face into the early birthday cake the Iida family bought in a rare moment of free time for all of them. Bless his heart, Tensei only laughs as they clean him up and deem the cake salvageable (and they send many profuse thank-you’s to everyone who had the foresight to send them tips on how to cushion everything and send their boy plenty of helmets)

They start learning self-defense when they’re around five years old each, though mostly minor basic things that wouldn’t hurt them or anything, you know? Everyone wants to make sure they can take care of themselves, whether they go on to be heroes or not. (This is why Inko’s prowess in fighting can match that of 1-A when quirks aren’t involved).

The first time Inko and Izuku visit her parent’s graves, Inko is three. She brings a handful of flowers her dad let her pick at the park (and one of which they bought impulsively after seeing it in the window of a shop), and spends hours laughing and telling them stories about her day, and how much fun her aunts and uncles are (”Auntie Ocha taught me how to a somersault in zero gravity last week!” “Wait, Ochako did what-”) and how much she loves her dad. Izuku swears he isn’t crying when he tells Inko’s parents about Inko and her studies and what a wonderful, beautiful daughter they’ve managed to create and how happy he is he can take care of her, really.

that’s a lie, of course he is, really, who do you think we’re talking about here

Inko has always known that she isn’t Izuku’s biological daughter. Izuku has always wanted to be very open that he loves her so, so much and is sorry he couldn’t save her parents when she was a baby, because it was important to him that she know about the two noble people who spent the last moments of their lives making sure she survived. 

When Inko is four, just before they move to one of the wards closer to Enji and Tensei and everyone, Izuku asks Inko about her taking on his last name and him officially adopting her (at this time she’s his ward and he’s only got custody/guardianship of her). He refrained from just going through with it because he wanted to be Inko’s choice, instead of making it for her. She accepts immediately and affectionately refers to the night her paperwork went through as “Family day” (which instantly becomes a shared Ageswap Fam Holiday and day of celebration, naturally)

Tensei and Enji have no clue that Inko isn’t Izuku’s biologically and don’t actually learn this detail until they’re students at UA. In their defense, it kind of wasn’t their fault (though they’ve got their physical differences, Inko and Izuku share an uncanny resemblance for sharing absolutely no blood whatsoever) as everyone forgot to tell them in general, but it doesn’t make a difference because Inko is still family, after all. 

Though, it does explain Family day a little bit, when they explain that it was the day he legally adopted her way back when.

Tensei is a bit of a mischievous little spirit, he is, but I’m sure we all know that. Left to his own devices, his curiosity and desire to do really awesome cool things (in traditional kid form) lead him into some pretty ridiculous situations.

He and Enji grew up in about the same(ish) area, so as toddlers they spent a lot of time together, which did help. Sometimes, they’d go out and get into the kind of dumb situations only kids can get into except twofold because there’s two of them to lead to extra trouble, because of course they would 

both refuse to disclose the details of what is loosely referred to as “the cat and chick incident”, and since the only thing any of their guardians ever heard about it was the aftermath… god only knows 

Enji, as a kid, was very standoffish and very prideful over his quirk. He was cordial with Tensei and Inko, at the least, and both have his respect, but man, was he ever bad at making friends.

Still, for all his vices, he was still a kid. It’s not often, but if you ask Shouto at the right moment in time, he’ll show you all the photo albums he’s kept of his boy growing up. A fan-favourite series of pictures is of Enji having fun at the fair with all the cotton candy and ferris wheel and roller coaster rides his little heart could ever desire. Enji vehemently denies the legitimacy and existence of those photographs at all possible times.

Inko and Tensei get on like a house on damn fire, the devil duo they are. Not that any of their parents ever learn the full details of their antics, since Inko is much better at hiding her tracks than she really has any right to be frankly

The only time they were caught is the time they were going to have Tensei distract some bullies while Inko floats water balloons over their heads, to trick them into thinking they were haunted and maybe get them to stop being jerks. Instead the water balloons go to the noble cause of becoming ammo in a massive water fight that they somehow manage to drag Tenya, Enji and Shouto into, and the parents get some tips that lead to stern talking-to’s and the end of bullying in their area. It’s great all around.

The reason why Inko wants to become a doctor focused on hero medicine is because of the aftermath of the ShigaDeku fight, in pre-canon. Izuku had to go through a great deal of physical therapy and impose a limit on his use of One For All because of the results of the fight and, well, Inko of course took it upon herself to make sure her dad took good care of himself in the aftermath, you know? Eventually she realized that if she became a doctor, she’d have the knowledge to better help her dad along with all the other heroes out there keeping them safe. Thus, doctor Inko was born!

A lot of the Hero squad associate with UA and became teachers for the kids, tbh. Seeing them grow up right before their eyes… it kind of puts things into perspective, how they grow and change and work towards their dreams just like they all once did! Still, not everyone was suited to teaching (and some of them have specialties that are in high demand in the hero industry), which is why some of the squad only really come on as guests and substitute teachers from time to time (such as Ochako)

Once in a blue moon, Shouto and Enji will spend the entire weekend together. These weekends are difficult, sometimes, as their relationship is rocky, but Enji will never admit how much he treasures the times he gets to sit down on the couch with his dad and fall asleep there, knowing he’ll still be home when he wakes in the morning.

When Inko is old enough to cook, there are times Inko and Izuku will argue over who gets to make breakfast that morning. It’s a toss of the coin as to who wins each time

Tenya and Tensei don’t get to hang out often, but one constant ritual between them is when they slouch in the living room and do pretty much whatever. Sometimes Tenya will have paperwork and Tensei will be playing video games, or Tenya will be texting Ochako (who is inevitably bothering him about hanging out with him and Izuku sometime soon) while Tensei eats dinner, and that kind of stuff. It’s nice to bask in the presence of the other and when Tensei feels negative/volatile but doesn’t want to be in his room (or doesn’t want to be alone), he’ll gravitate to the living room automatically.

Tensei’s greatest hero has always been and always will be his brave older brother, who always follows the rules and is full of nothing but enthusiasm and the desire to see the world thrive by saving lives and keeping others safe.

The one and only time Inko, Tensei and Enji teamed up in any sort of incident-slash-adventure was when they were about eight years old, in which they discovered a sturdy but abandoned shopping cart in an alleyway one day. Naturally, they decided Experiments Must Be Conducted and subsequently learned that when all three of their quirks are paired together, they’re freaking unstoppable

(the gist of what happened is Inko would move or topple obstacles over so the cart could make it past them, Tensei would power them forward uncontrollably, and Enji would use his fire to let them make sharp turns or brake sharply since Tensei’s quirk didn’t let him do that. They may have unwittingly made local news in the process and gotten into so much trouble afterwards, but it was totally worth it.)

[sevensity]

Request! How would the RFA react to an MC that looks delicate innocent and all that, but then shES A TOTAL MEMESTER *dabs* AND SWEARS LIKE A SAILOR 24/7

lololol this is so me except I’m neither delicate nor innocent looking I’m just abnormally quiet but I will swear just to put emphasis on other swear words ok

also pretend that in the chats, MC acts ‘normally’ I guess, since she wanted to make a good impression. But now that she’s gotten more comfortable with the RFA, it’s time to let loose. 

also also sorry not sorry for my cringey memeing

also also also (really, actually sorry) I think swearing like a sailor and knowing good insults are part of the same package so…tah

YOOᔕᑌᑎG:

AW BABY

at first, he thinks you’re an actual angel

you’re sweet, and pure, and so incredibly precious, you’re probably the most gent-

“Ay it’s my bitch- I mean boy, Yoosung!”

Did she…did she just call me her bitch?

not that he really minds though whoops 

This boy is s hOOK

When he grew up, he was the kid that thought “heck” was a terrible word

and now the love of his life just said the big ‘b’ word/?//???

MC the boy will cry actually he’s kinda scared that his mom is going to jump out from beneath a table holding a bible

Without realizing it, he’ll cover your mouth with his hand to ‘prevent’ you from saying any other bad words

then he realizes what he’s done and just sort of goes ah I hate myself

proceeds to curl up into a ball of solid misery

you: ಠ_ಠ

telling him memes just freaks him the fuck out because who is this person????

Yoosung hates surprises tbh

He calms down a bit once you revert to your chat room self, but this is only to lessen the blow, and you’ll gradually release your own beast all in due time

he’s fine with memes, not fine with swearing

but seriously when you guys live together he has a heart attack every time you stub your toe because you just yell profanities at the top of your lungs

“HOLY JESUS SWEET MOTHERFUCKER ” 

“o h  f O R THE LOVE OF SATAN’S FIERY BALLSACK” 10/10 for creativity

your neighbors are like uhm is she ok I don’t think she’s ok

meanwhile Yoosung is sobbing on the floor

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ᘔEᑎ:

Actually with Zen, it’s a little while before you openly started to swear and meme-out in front of him, since you are a bit afraid of his fans’ reactions

But at some point, Zen is acting with a really shitty excuse of a human being

This guy has some sort of god-complex (also he wears khaki pants and keeps screaming about death and ruling the world) which just makes you want him in his pretty face

As they wrap up a scene, he begins to complain about everything that went ‘wrong’, and proceeds to storm away after his tantrum

He shoves people out of the way, and Zen tugs you to the side before the shit kid can touch you

But you can’t keep your cool, and just-

“Woah excUSE me, fucking douche canoe coming through.”

You feel Zen’s fingers just freeze around your arm

Did those words really come out of your sweet little mouth? 

Starts to wonder how else your mouth can amaze him *wink wonk* jfc this kinky piece of shit is too much for me

Basically after that incident, you don’t hold back anymore

Although Zen doesn’t get used to it for a while after-all your words and appearance are so completely different, he secretly loves it when you swear

Especially when you mention body parts 

Specifically when you mention his body parts

He thinks he could handle any other surprise you throw at him

You prove him wrong during an RFA get-together one day, where you all go to visit Jaehee’s cafe together since she just began to sell new things I like to believe they have their happy endings no matter what route you choose see sometimes I can be optimistic

You buy one of the fresh baguettes, eye it for a moment, then your tongue darts out and-

“Babe, just what are you doing?” you hear Zen’s concerned voice

Everyone is looking at you

Meekly, you reply “I lik the bred.”

Seven doubles up in laughter, since he’s basically the only one who gets it this nerd

Zen thinks you’re ill

You have to explain to him that it’s from a meme, and horror dawns on his face

“I’m dating a female version of Seven.”

But it’s fine, he loves you anyways, and insists you teach him about the world of memes so he can try to understand your references

Though it’s like teaching the average mom how to use a computer

No matter how many times you explain, he just doesn’t get it

ᒍᗩEᕼEE:

Ok first off lemme just say rip Baehee

When she sees you for the first time, she is glad to see how sweet you look; your tender smile and innocent eyes wash away her stress and fatigue

That is, until you promptly grab her hand and say, “Damn, I’ve really hooked myself one bitchin’ fine-ass lady.”

Excuse me w h a t???????

Jaehee is physically unable to process what you just said

MC is that really you?!?!?!

“Jumin can really be a such dickhead sometimes. I’ve always wanted to say that to you,” you continue, scratching your head.

good job MC you just done gone and b r o k e the bae

How can someone so innocent-looking have such a foul vocabulary?

She thought the swearing was shocking enough

But boy was she not prepared for the memes

As soon as you two spot Seven, you just proceed to dab the fuck out and narrowly miss hitting Jaehee square in the face with your hand

oh no, she thinks

Seven reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few HB chips

seems like Dat Boi stashed a bag in big suit

“Bröther may i have some öats?” you say

on nO, she thinks again

“Sorry bröther, I’ve already begun eating the öats.”

“I have very few öats bröther, I must procure yours.”

Oh NO JUST WHAT DID I SIGN UP FOR??

Jaehee promptly collapses from the shock and let’s just say that it takes a while for her to recover 

She has you limit your swearing to when you’re alone together, if at all possible

But she cannot hold back your occasional meme streams while working at the coffee shop

ᒍᑌᗰIᑎ:

When Jumin first hears you swearing, a puzzled look flashes across his face, but there’s no grand reaction

He just accepts it as part of who you are, and thinks it’s an interesting part of ‘commoner language’

There’s a business meeting with some dudes whom you despise, mostly because of their lewd comments directed towards you, which Jumin merely brushes away

You walk up to your babe during a break

“That guy is an absolute fucking asshole, it’s a pity that you have to do business with such an obnoxious smelly ballsack.”

“Um princess he’s still here.”

said obnoxious smelly ballsack is fuming, starts cussing right back at you

You summon up all your hate for him and hiss “Cash me outside, howbow dah?”

Everyone in the room: ?????????

“MC what language was that just now?”

“The language of memes.”

*asks Seven what this language is*

"Can you please teach me how to speak it?”

Jumin’s very first meme, hear me out, is not about his gayness

It’s the heavy breathing cat

and oh my god does he spam it

So much that Zen just basically stops taking part in any chat that involves Jumin

The Memeing Ways Part 2: How to Keep a Meme Relevant by Saeyoung Choi

and actually, surprisingly enough, Jumin also becomes a memer

also becomes a meme himself

ᔕᗩEYOᑌᑎG:

Apart from the mutual memeing in the chats, Seven considered you to be more of a demure, down-to-fuck earth kind of girl, and this idea was only strengthened when he saw your sweet looking face

As soon as you spot the tomato in the crowd at the RFA party, you dart over to his side and say

“Well just fucking bend me over sideways and fuck me twice there are so many people?!”

Seven blinks at you

A slow grin spreads across his face as he realizes o h he’s been deceived

*pretends to be shot in the chest*

“Hmmmmmm watcha saayyy,” you sing, slowly backing away

Seven is gonna die he loves you so much???? like what she’s also into memes????

Adores your cussing, and y’all nerds start to make up your own insults, even if they really don’t make any sense to other people

His personal favorites are “white crayola” and “factory edition Vanderwood″

You guys order your very own none pizza with left beef, but it tastes to bad

#firstworldproblems

You start making memes of each other

MEMES ALL DAY EVERY DAY

NEED I REALLY SAY MORE? ? ???