#i think it would be cute if he was like the only boy; i say this as someone who has like ONE boy in the last three generations

[emoisthenewemu]

Homie Hopper! Pt.2

Bonus: Senior Year!

College MHA boys x F! Reader

Pt.1 here!

In which after getting your little heart broken, you get passed around your local University’s hottest friend group! Everyone needs those slutty College years!

Cw: SMUT, problematic behavior, p in v, lots of different kinks n stuff, i went overboard a bit on Todorokis and Shinsos, sub! Shinso, name calling, reader has female anatomy, reader essentially gets passed around

A/N just wanna say idk why shinso has to be the villain it just felt right😞sorry bae ily

Shoto Todoroki as The Pretty Boy!

-Shoto Todoroki, who is friends with the whole group you ran through last year (and still hook up with on occasion) but doesn’t come around much

-Shoto Todoroki who you had no idea lived right around the corner from you-in a much nicer neighborhood with his brothers

-You run into him on a late night run to the convenience store, in an oversized hoodie with bling on it, it catches his eye as he peruses the aisle next to you

-Shoto Todoroki, who makes you so nervous you cannot even make eye contact as he says a friendly hello to you. You know each other and would occasionally bum off one another’s notes after a missed class. He’s the Pretty Boy and everyone knows it, himself included.

-He thinks it’s cute to watch you squirm. He’s always made you nervous, it was obvious. He likes the way you fiddle with your necklace, his eyes darting down to the unzipped part of your hoodie that shows cleavage.

“I like your sweater” He compliments.

“Oh thanks! It’s super cute, right? I just bought it!” You exclaim excitedly.

“Mhm super cute” He nods nonchalantly and simply waves goodbye, leaving you all but twirling your hair alone in the aisle.

-He never had to try hard with girls, he probably could have just asked you that first night to come home with him and you most likely would have said yes. But he likes the chase, watching your face get hot and eyes flick down to his grey sweatpants. He knows what he is doing.

- So he keeps it up a little longer, choosing to subtly flirt with you on these late night run-ins. His compression shirts get tighter, sweats hanging looser on his hips.

And you, well your shorts get even shorter and sweaters begin to grow more unzipped.

-Shoto Todoroki, who finally asks if you want to head back to his place with him to ‘watch a movie’. You agree of course, and he keeps an arm wrapped around your waist the whole walk home making small talk about school of all things. If only you knew the perverse images flashing in his head.

You walk past his two hot older brothers-who are sitting on the couch watching some action movie and smoking a blunt. You wave politely and Shoto rolls his eyes at the way they do not even attempt to conceal the way they are checking you out.

Oh well, he’ll just have to fuck you loud enough for both of them to hear.

-Shoto, who always gets what he wants. You’re on top of him, kissing his neck and chest, jerking him beneath his sweats as he grips your ass-smacking it occasionally. “So impatient” He tsks as you roll his sweats down.

“Cant wait for this dick, can you?”

You shake your head no and he grabs you by the hair, pulling you close for a sinful kiss. “Use your words”

“Want you to fuck me….you’re so hot” You whine and he kisses you again, biting at your lower lip.

“Good girl”

-Shoto Todoroki, who has your legs folded in such a way that it hurts. Your ankles and wrists bound by his hand as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Of course he has good dick, he’s perfect, even his dick is pretty!

-He is groaning and cursing on top of you, free hand going to choke you and pinch your nipples.

“Mm, Shoto!”

“Yeah say my fucking name” The bed is creaking and slamming against the wall, if you weren’t so fucked out you would worry about his brothers being able to hear. But obviously he doesn’t care about that.

“Shoto!” You whine, squealing when he snaps! his hips so meanly. It hits that spongy spot that makes your tummy feel funny. “Too much, too much!”

The two of you had established a safe word, icyhot. And you had yet to mutter it so he ignores your complaints, slamming into you like he would die without your pussy.

-“Stop whining” He finally releases your wrists, pushing your ankles all the way to your ears as his strokes try to find their own rhythm. This position has you squeezing him so tight it’s hard to move sometimes. “You wanted this shit, huh? Always staring at me in class”

You squeal, his calm voice grounds you in a way. Even if his words are filthy. “Wearing those slutty little clothes to the store. You walk around like that?”

“Just wanted you t’look at me” You whine, his eyes go down to his cock disappearing into your folds. He’s so deep and you’re so wet, your slick almost suctions to his thighs-leaving a sloshing noise every time he pulls his hips back.

-“M’fucking looking” He nods, jaw agape and panting like a fucking dog. “Can’t take my eyes off this slutty pussy”

“Gonna watch you cum on this dick” He speaks determinedly, eyes glazed over with something feral as his thumb goes to rub your clit. “Know you want to”

-“Yesyesyes!” You cry out, throwing your head back and gripping the sheets. The sounds are downright pornographic-his own grunting and the occasional moan mixed in with the wet noises from your sloppy pussy.

He’s close, and you are too.

-His thumb begins moving faster and you’re starting to shake. He watches your stomach quiver, forcing your legs down even though they try to break free of his grip. You’re certain there will be bruises left over tomorrow with the way he holds onto you.

-“Cumming Shoto!” His eyes never leave the way your release comes spilling out, onto his thighs and stomach. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, watching you come undone before his very eyes.

He doesn’t even realize he forgot to put a condom on, now actively shooting ropes inside of you-he can’t remember the last time he came this much.

“Don’t worry, m’on the pill” You mutter, lazy eyes fluttered closed as he softly thrusts into you.

His heart drops, what a shame.

-Shoto Todoroki, who misses you when he moves away. He always hearts your stories and slides up on your posts and promises to come and see you. But he never does.

Hitoshi Shinso as The Shitty Ex!

-Hitoshi Shinso, your ex boyfriend who comes knocking (banging) at your door one night. He’s on his knees spewing bullshit about how the time apart made him realize how much he needs you.

It only took sleeping with half of the girls at his College to understand that.

-But he regrets it! He feels so stupid and terrible so ‘pleasepleaseplease take me back! Im sorry!’

“These other girls could never love me the way you do!”

-You laugh right in his face, arms crossed as you look down in disgust. “Are you high?”

“Whatthefuck no!” He hides his face in his hands with a big sigh. He looks…..pathetic. Eyes baggier than usual, messy purple hair as he finally gives up on the kneeling and sits back against the wall. Pulling out his vape, he hits it, all the while looking you in the eye. “I just miss you”

You roll your eyes, sitting down right next to him and snatching the puff into your hands. “Hitoshi…I think you’re just lonely”

He stays quiet as he thinks of what to say. It seems all words are lost on him. “I would do anything”

“Anything?”

-For some terrible, sick reason seeing him so whiny does something to you.

You suppose you have Denki to thank for what happens next.

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose whole body twitches when you deny his release for the second time. He’s whining, hips bucking up into your touch as you jerk him lazily, hand barely wrapped around his cock.

“Say it!”

“No!” He shakes his head furiously side-to-side, ears and chest turning red with how flushed he is. His chest heaves up and down.

“Then you don’t get to cum” You let go of him and his hand immediately to shoots out to grab yours, pulling it right back to the place he needs you the most.

“M’sorry” He whimpers, eyes scrunching shut as he imagines you giving him what he wants. How fat his load would be, you would be so pleased with how much he has built up for you! He feels so embarrassed and ashamed, it’s all so dirty. The worst part of it all is how fucking hard he is.

“I’m sorry! Been so bad! Soso bad-fuck!” He shudders when you grip him tight, but that’s just it. You do nothing else, causing him to take matters into his own hands.

He starts fucking your hand, so needy and sloppily as he moans and groans about how bad he’s been. “I’m a bad boyfriend! I’ve been so bad, need you t’punish me!”

oh. You didn’t tell him to say all that.

- Hitoshi Shinso, who cums on the spot with the loudest groan you have ever heard in your life when you slap him across the face. It wasn’t even hard or anything, he just liked it way too much.

-Hitoshi Shinso who does not shut up when you start riding him-nails raking down his chest. You’re honestly annoyed because you still hate him! You just wanted to use him the way he used you!

“Shut upp” You groan, cupping his mouth as you try and tune out his words. The moans are hot, his yapping not so much. “Never said you could talk”

Holy shit he had no idea he would ever be into something like this. Your words make his eyes roll back, gripping onto your hips like he might lose you as he beings to fuck you back.

“Fuckk!” You cry when he pistons his hip in tandem with yours-allowing himself even deeper inside you, reaching all the way into your special spot.

-You throw your head back, so lost in the feeling of trying to meet each other’s movements that you take a hand off his mouth. Your hips rolling sensually over his, an unmistakable sloshing sound forming between the two of you.

“Pussy’s so good. Missed it so so much, mygoddd” He rests a head on your tummy, his lower half stuttering and twitching in an attempt to get more of you. “Loveyouloveyoulo-“

“I said shut the fuck upp” You stop, looking into his wimpy eyes that are so full of emotion. He keeps fucking you, but you grab his face to make him look at you. “You want me to gag you?”

You honestly meant it as more of a warning. But the way he frantically nods yes tells you everything you need to know.

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose whole body trembles when you grab the pair of panties that had previously been discarded and stuff them in his mouth. The whites of his eyes are the only thing you can see in between tufts of sweaty hair. It doesn’t stop the noise of course. If anything he becomes even louder than before.

At least he’s not talking.

-“Mmmm yes….much better” You coo, hips moving up and down so fast you can hardly think. You are soo glad your roommates are out of town.

Mostly because they would be so pissed that you’re fucking your ex!

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose moans and whines get louder the closer he is to finishing. His muscular body is drenched in sweat-abs and chest messy with his cum.

His arms absentmindedly wrap around your waist, thrusting up into your pussy as he chases his release. And a rough tug of his hair when he hits a certain spot deep inside is enough to make him finish again.

-Hitoshi Shinso, who is an absolute mess-his body feels so weak and hot. Sweat covers him entirely, lungs gasping for air as you slowly ride him. For a moment you think he might pass out with how exhausted he looks.

Taking the panties out of his mouth, you push some of his hair out of his face. He leans into your gentle touch. “You okay?”

“Yeah” A breathless whisper is all he can get out as you both catch your breath. And then he kisses you, so passionately and full of want that your teeth knock together for a second.

His hands slide their way down to your hips, guiding you to slowly move up and down. You whine at the ‘draaag’ of his thick cock inside your walls. Mouth open as you look down and listen to the lewd noises. Even worse is his cum dripping out of you-making a mess.

“Use me”

-Hitoshi kisses you again. “Use me to make you cum please, please. Wanna watch you do it”

- You do what you’re told, using him until you’ve cum twice and his body is limp, sprawled out across the mattress.

That is until you throw his clothes at him and tell him to get the hell out of your apartment.

-Hitoshi Shinso, who for some reason is surprised you are making him leave so soon. He mentions something about cuddling but you shut that down completely. Walking out into the hallway-he just has to ask.

“Where the hell’d you learn all that?”

- You giggle in response but the smile is wiped right off your face when you spot your favorite friend group rounding the corner!

“Toshi’ whatsup man!” Denki is the first to say hello, dapping him up with a sly smile. “S’been a while”

Shinso is still looking at you, he doesn’t understand why you look so scared.

“Sub bro” Sero daps him up in between bites of whatever snack he got at the store.

The boys look at you. You look at them, you look at Shinso like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment you forgot they all went to the same High School.

And Kirishima, who is usually quite friendly only nods and passes by your ex without a second glance back. This surprises Hitoshi.

And Bakugo, who was never very nice to begin with does not even look at the man you use to date-only you with his perpetual mad face, he makes a point of stretching his body uncomfortably to get by him without touching your ex.

And Shinso watches the way they all say hi to you, the lingering touches, the change in their voices as they greet you. He certainly notices when Denki and Sero (being the messy bitches they are) give you a kiss on the cheek before entering their friends’ apartment. Kirishima gives you a half hug, looking back at Shinso with an unreadable expression on his face.

-Although unsurprisingly Bakugo decides to be the pettiest, hugging you tight. “You good?” He whispers in your ear.

And you nod, assuring that your ex was just on his way out and you’ll call your neighbor should any problems arise. He accepts that answer.

-Katsuki Bakugo bids you farewell with a slap on the ass, right in front of your ex boyfriend’s eyes. You don’t miss the evil smirk on his face as he closes the door, leaving you with wide eyes and a hand over your mouth.

“You fucking kidding me?! You fucked him?” Your ex boyfriend looks so pissed and also a bit like he might cry. “And Kirishima! Why the fuck was he looking at me like that?! You fuck him too?!”

Your silence is the only answer he needs but as he now stomps down the hall the wheels in his head turn. The whole encounter was so weird and awkward that it makes him think. And the more he thinks, the more afraid he is to accept the truth. Hitting the button to the elevator, he looks back at you for the final time in his life.

“You fucked all of them, didn’t you?”

-Hitoshi Shinso, who cries on the drive home.

And last but not least!

Izuku Midoriya as The Unexpected Freak!

-Izuku Midoriya who is the smartest guy you know! The two of you had a few classes over the years and he carried you through quite a few of them. You always thanked him with coffee and sweet treats though so he never minded!

He’s such a cutie patootie! Although the two of you don’t see much of each other anymore seeing as he’s busy trying to complete his double major. You heard that he also does volunteer work on the weekends with kids and the elderly! How sweet is that?

-Izuku Midoriya, who does not hesitate to help you out when you ask him to tutor you for one of your finals. With the end of College right around the corner-you are desperate to pass.

-The two of you study for a while, although he finds himself a bit distracted. He heard about you and Shinso and well, Bakugo happened to tell him how much of a slut you are-you’ve slept with quite literally all of their friends. So he imagines sweet little you who has always seemed so cute and innocent completely fucked out beneath his friends, whining, begging for more.

Your perfume smells so sweet and flowery, you’re sitting closer than you ever have before. In a tight little shirt and pretty pink sweats that hug your thighs in the best way possible. I mean, how could he not be distracted?

-You ask him a question but he doesn’t answer-too zoned out on the pink lacy bra peeking out beneath your top. He can only see it because of how close you’re sitting and he blushes once he realizes you caught him staring!

“You okay Izuku?”

“Yeah…..I just wanna see something really quick”

-Izuku Midoriya, who has you on your knees mere minutes later-choking on his fat cock. Tears streaming down your face as you gag, attempting to pull off and breathe.

But he doesn’t let you, a firm grip of your hair is enough yo keep you in place. His large hands-that you were staring at earlier cup your head when he starts to fuck your mouth.

-The gargling and gagging noises are downright obscene as he fucks your throat roughly. Sniffles and whimpers as you try to catch whatever breath you can.

-Izuku Midoriya is quite vocal about the way you suck his cock, taking many moments to admire you. His dirty words and actions downright shock you. Who knew such a sweet boy had such a freaky little side to him??

“Mmm doing so good pretty girl, m’dick looks sooo good in your mouth”

“So sloppy baby. You like having your mouth stuffed, huh?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full pretty, such bad manners”

“Hah….look at you slurp this dick up. Never expected you to be so nasty yn”

-Izuku Midoriya who rubs his girthy, wet cock all over your face-slapping you with it lightly. He spreads it across, precum mixed with saliva and tears as he slaps the tip on your lips.

“So fucking nasty, bet you’d let me fuck your throat till’ you can’t talk anymore”

-“You look so pretty like this” His toes are curling as you guzzle him up, pulling off with a loud pop every now and then as you go give attention to his balls. “Shitshitshit gonna cum all over your messy face. Gonna ruin your pretty makeup, yeah?”

-“Ohhh yeah, just like that” He sighs in relief as he takes control again by pulling your hair, guiding you up and down. “You’re a good cocksucker….wish I knew that sooner”

-You’re sososo horny. Seeing someone so endearing act so filthy really has you going. You’re sucking him off like you’ll never get a taste of it again. You speed up your movements, flipping between downright suckling on the tip and swirling your tongue around it.

It seems to be working, judging by the way his knees (and dick) twitch. His moans get louder, breaths beginning to grow more shallow.

-Izuku Midoriya who begins jerking off before painting your face white with ropes of his hot cum, eyes stuck on the way your fingers pick up a bit of it and you lick them clean.

“S-shit. I needed that” He admits.

-Izuku Midoriya who promises that if you pass your final with a higher than 70 percent, he’ll fuck you!

[midnite-c6]

I also wpuld like to be thanos' and nam-gyu's dog ngl! idk nam-gyu just seems like a regular to pet shop and the cashier asks how's your precious girl how's your puppy!! as he's buying some treats and he's muttering yeah real lovely we've been doing some obedience training because she's been troublesome lately.. nam-gyu getting you a dusty pink collar and leash save me..

WOOOF PURRR HISSS BARKK YOURE SO RIGHT its actually so filthy the things id let these two do huhuhuhuhuhu . feral rn.

nam-gyu x hybridpuppy!reader | thanos x hybridpuppy!reader warnings: 18+, DARK content, degradation, sex, READER HAS EARS AND A TAIL!!

nsfw below already -> !!

nam-gyu ʕ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ

he sighs, "she's been making more messes lately." the pet supplies owner would just laugh at the statement, "oh, sir, you should get used to it by now. but, i thought you've already trained her?" she asks, considering he was a regular, afterall. "i did, but she's been acting a bit more stubborn recently, maybe she just needs a collar now, it's been long overdue." the shop owner would only nod and smile. "ah yes, you should've bought her one when you first got her! a collar helps the dog know who it belongs to, and who is its owner." he chuckles, seemingly lost in thought as he grabs the plastic bag with the pretty pink collar and the matching leash he generously bought you, he bows his head. "well, miss, i'll get going now, thank you." as he heads out the door, the woman could only think how much of a sweet boy he is, taking in the responsibility in taking care of a cute puppy..

except, the puppy was you! like it always has. you'd see him come back, opening the door as you immediately cling onto him, "on your knees, go." he orders, and you immediately comply! you love him so much! and when he puts the pretty collar he bought for you, seeing how his name was engraved on the pendant, you'd truly know who you belong to. now he's easily gotten you into a doggy (ironically) position, he wasn't even moving, the only thing he was doing is tugging on your leash to get you to push in and out of him. you'd obviously choke, but he knows he's trained you at taking a lil' bit more. "ah.. fuck, move will you? my hands are getting tired from tugging you around." but it takes all your energy to move, you were too sensitive down there.

"you don't want me to donate you to the doggy pound, would you now?" "n-no, sir .!" you didn't want that!! you loved nam-gyu as your owner :< "then, do as i say, dog."

nam-gyu was a bit cruel on you, yes, but he wouldn't go as far as be careless with you... he's kept you to be a home dog, only meant to be sheltered.

thanos ʕ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ

thanos- on the other hand, oh this man is careless with you:< he'd literally treat you like a puppy on the street! he's too busy with clubbing, partying, smoking weed, and being a famous rapper, he forgets his time with you. the nicest thing he does though is he'd buy you pretty clothes, pretty lingerie, but sadly you barely catch glimpse of him when he's sober. he's always high and thankfully happy, but when he's high and not-so-happy... well...

when he comes back from clubbing all night, you'd hear the door finally open, it was your beloved su-bong!! you'd immediately pepper kisses all over his cheeks but he'd push you to the ground. it seems he might've gotten into a fight at the club, or worse, he'd meet the person that scammed him, and you could only whimper, knowing that the best stress reliever is you. and whenever you wag your tail in excitement for anything, it just makes him hard as hell.

he'd have you face down, ass up, so he'd have full view of the wagging tail that was wagging just for him! he doesn't need a leash, he could just painfully tug on your tail! now his hand was pressing a vape past his lips, whilst the other was pressing your head down to the pillows, he loves hearing your muffled moans because you're still so loud even with them! volume down, will you? his dick wet with your slick, his thrusts going from fast and rough to slow and still rough, "are you in heat?" you'd try your best to shake your head. "jeez, you bitch like one" he complains, a particularly harder thrust than the last. even leaning in to take a painful bite onto your puppy ears. "i should definitely train you more, right, princess?" wasn't having his cum dripping out of both your holes enough?? D:

bonus:

you'd obviously only be loyal to one, but if they raised you together, then.. they've trained you to be loyal for the two of them, you can't have one without the other, and when you're too impatient, already humping su-bong before nam-gyu gets home, he'd punish you for that !

HEHEHE I REALIZED I HAVE SM HEOMWORKS THAT I have NOT DONE BYEE.

[mixingandmelting]

Ok so there comes a time in every relationship where your partner annoys you and then you have to decide if staying with them is worth it cuz you love them more than the person’s flaws? Now for the batboys, what normal annoying things from their partner do you think would annoy them? And on the flip side, what do you think the bat boys would do to annoy their partner without meaning too? (Example: One of the things about Dick is that he has organised mess and he gets incredibly stressed out if someone moves his stuff around without telling him. It’s as basic as his shoes being cleaned and placed a couple of feet in the open from where they were for him without telling him, he feels like an asshole and apologises after once he cools down, but this actually upsets him in canon comics.) (for example for reader: it can be he has an annoying sneeze that goes through you when you sit next to him)?

His Pet Peeve vs His Bad Habit

A/N: Ended up making this somewhat a two-part post since let's be real, all of them would be guilty with crashing unannounced which i posted here😂

Dick:

Pet peeve that you do: touching his stuff

Others have said he's terrible at putting things away, he simply calls it an organizational mess. It works for him so why should it matter to anyone else? 

Can’t handle anyone moving his things. Absolutely, genuinely, no matter who it is

Called and texted you multiple times before over this whether it’s his shoes being placed a few inches away where he usually places them, his cereal boxes in the wrong order compared to how he usually has them placed

“Where are my keys? What? Why would you place them in my desk’s drawer? They belong on the couch-”

There are reasons why he placed things the way they are. It’s not hard to not touch and leave them be

Vents out his frustration and irritation but never to the point of crossing the line since you only move things when you’re helping him out with cleaning his place out especially if he neglects doing some house chores ( laundry, dishes, making his bed, everything)

Bad habit that annoys you: naming things after his vigilante code name

He’s known to be witty and charming with his word play, most of the time being cute or funny. But when it comes to naming, in general, it’s a mess

The name he gave to his boat, motorcycle, car, and weapons are of the following: boat wing, wing cycle, nightbird, wing dings. Yes, this is all canon and it should be telling how great his naming senses are

You swore and even made a bet against his friends that he was the one to give the name Bitewing to the cute pitbull. You later called Tim and Babs to express your disappointment towards them, saying they knew better 

You tried not to shed a tear from how proud you were for Dick to name Bitewing with a reasonable and normal civilian name: Haley. It wasn’t Nugget or Gray - it was an actual memorable and good name

Begged him to not have the plane he planned to have either “night” or “wing”. No Wing Plane, no Night Flight, please. Something normal. He never listens and goes it for it in the end

Jason:

Pet peeve that you do: Incorrect grammar and messes

He’s special because he has two: incorrect grammar usage and his place being messy

Unlike Dick who hates people touching his stuff in general, Jason’s more keeping his space clean

Seriously, anyone who breaks into his room should know how meticulous he is, where even his weapons are hanging on the walls in fancy oak wood frames with red velvet cushioning underneath for aesthetics

He’s gentle but looks like a cherry when he reminds you to make sure you’re not leaving your laundry on the ground or used napkins on the table - like there’s a dirty hamper and trash can for a reason and it’s not for decoration

Irritates him to no end when people misuse words and grammar where he’ll annoy the other person until the correct it including you

Yes he will do the cliche can vs may (“Can you? As in are you able to? Or may you as in you need permission”), use asterisks below your text with the correct word because if it annoys you think about how he feels when you make those errors

Bad habit that annoys you: Messy eater

With him being a fan of eating hand-held foods, favorite being hot dogs and ice cream, he frequently gets food stains on his clothes

Slouches on his chair or couch, ketchup slipping off and onto his shirt and munching without a care while you’re staring at the guy who’s also a clean freak regarding his private space

Lost track how many shirts he ruined, annoying you and himself 

Though sometimes it was appreciated when he’d get up and take off his shirt to wash out the fresh, new stain at the kitchen sink ;)

But most times you threaten to get him a bib or be those pretentious, stereotypical rich people where they stuff a corner of their napkin into their shirts while shaking the numerous shirts you had to wash in a single week

Tim:

Pet peeve that you do: not following directions

He already gets agitated and stressed when no one follows the plans he spent three weeks perfecting without sleep. What makes you think he won’t be the same when you don’t read the package inserts or the directions?

Most of the time everything goes smoothly when reading them. And do you know how much time it must’ve taken to write the instructions while considering all the people they’re selling their product to?

He does admit a some are BS and make no sense

Doesn’t express his annoyance and instead stays on the sidelines, slurping from his can of Monster and lets you do your own thing knowing you’re going to fail. Then once you do and get frustrated as to why nothing is working, he rubs it in how you should’ve read the instructions

“You sure that’s right? It says here you need to insert that part first.” “I know what I’m doing Tim, I’ve done it a thousand times.” Cue the Ikea frame falling. “Maybe you should’ve read the package insert.” “Shut up.” 

Bad habit that annoys you: Napping locations

Where he takes his naps is just as bad as his caffeine consumption and lack of sleep in general

When he’s tired, like really tired, he can sleep anywhere. In the classroom, in the conference room, on the floor of the living room

You found him sleeping on the kitchen table once. As in his whole body lying on the table. How and why neither of you know other than Tim remembering he wanted to rest his head on the table

You’ve begged him so many times to nap on the bed or couch out of concern he was going to get hurt

He still doesn’t listen so you started a collection of taking pictures of the oddest places he sleeps at and on, proceeding by sending them to the group chat. It does work but only for a while since he’ll end up falling asleep after not sleeping for another whole week

Duke:

Pet peeve that you do: common sense

When leaving the room, turn the lights off. When done washing your hands, turn the faucet off. In other words, common sense

He really doesn’t get how it’s so hard to do just that. It should be natural, automatic response

After becoming a full time vigilantes, the bigger things he scratches up as the per usual daily problems but it’s the little things that get to him

Found you reading in the dark once without having the lights on before. He went on about vision impairment after flicking the switch up. He wasn’t amused when you joked how he could’ve sat next to you so you’d get both a reading lamp and body-sized pillow

Don’t get him started with dishes and how they should’ve been washed after a meal not leaving them in the sink for who knows how long

Also cereal. He believes it’s cereal first then milk, reasoning you can control the amount and ratio of cereal to milk 

Bad habit that annoys you: biting pencils 

Does it whenever he’s thinking about something deeply but can’t solve the issue

Whether it’s working on a plan, trying to figure out a case, doing homework

Problem is pencil paint isn’t all that healthy or safe to consume. Also having a pencil have smell like one’s breath isn’t that appealing 

Doesn’t matter what part of the pencil though there seems to be actual indents near the eraser end which once made you asked if a pencil tastes good

You’ve gotten him mechanical pencils and eraser toppers. Somewhat worked only for him to go back using his usual wooden pencils and bite them again

Tries to stop after you went on how harmful biting pencils are, still finds himself doing it time-to-time

Damian:

Pet peeve you do: calling him short

Don’t ever bring it up. Don’t ever mention it. He. Is. Not. Short

Height is not everything when it comes to crime fighting. Skills, abilities, and strategy beats pure physical prowess

He’s not the shortest either. He’s still growing. Drake is only 5’7” at his current age while Todd was 4’6” when he was Robin. Being  5’4” is a perfectly, acceptable height

This also includes all synonyms and phrases. Tiny, small, fun sized. His personality coming from the fact shorter people are closer to hell- 

He fumes and bursts whenever it happens. Literally will get ready wage a battle of a lifetime 

Whenever you do it, he gives you hell by pranking you in every way until you wave the white flag and admit you’re wrong. Usually that never happens and the adults end up having to step in to get both of you two stop

Bad habit that annoys you: tongue clicking

Does it to express so many emotions, so it gets confusing as to why he clicked his tongue without the full context

It could be from annoyance, dissatisfaction, or disagreement. At least you know it’s used for a negative response

Not as bad when he does it because he got stumped since then you’re just smug and getting to gloat you were right while he scowls back

But when he does it to avoid answering you out right or when he refuses to agree- like come on, use your words not onomatopoeia

Ask him if he’s doing it because he’s sulking and it gets him to stop only for it happen again as it’s part of his habit

Cue another reason for a childish war between the two of you where one has to one-up the other

[allfortheslay25]

Hi. I love your art, and your story's off of them. I was wondering if you could go a little more in depth with Warren and Milo.

Sure! I’ll just cover their first meeting/impressions of one another. Also sorry it’s just a wip instead of the full line art, I started classes again and have found little time to squeeze in finished projects

First off, Milo was meant to stay with Wymack during the summer before his semester started at palmetto. Milo would be an assistant coach for a bit as he was not yet cleared to play full scrimmages with the team just yet. Wymack had not told the team and was planning to as soon as Milo’s plane landed. However, Milo booked an early and fast flight, eager to surprise his family (Wymack, Abby, Betsy, and Sarah aka Abby and David’s adopted daughter)

Milo didn’t have a key yet so he picked the lock of Wymack’s apartment and snuck inside, unknowing of the foxes already inside. Warren, who is very protective of Wymack, Abby, and Betsy, broke Milo’s nose upon entry. He didn’t give Milo a chance to explain since Warren has been conditioned to deal with everything with violence. He chased Milo, grabbing for him and swinging as the boy tried to escape. Milo had been trained by Matt to box, by Renee to wield a knife, and has the instinct to cause pain from his bloodline but his hearts too big to purposely hurt someone

Warren chased him into the hallway, tackling Milo and turning him around to hit him again when Wymack appeared, asking Warren wtf he was doing.

Wymack then explained that Milo would be staying with him and dropping by practices to help the team. Warren fumbled to apologize but after the craziness that was the encounter, he realized Milo was reallly pretty and so Warren was too shy to say anything else to him.

On Milo’s side of things, he was too busy reeling in his rage at being attacked to notice. Milo reminded himself to be nice and open to the foxes and attend his therapy with Bee every day.

Throughout the summer, Warren began to fall for Milo. He was his type after all; tall, cute smile, kind and friendly personality, intelligent and passionate. Plus he was amazing at exy. Warren got to be up and close with Milo during a scrimmage once (when Milo was giving the backliners a tip or two) and his talent and fierceness was the nail in the coffin for Warren.

On Milo’s side, he focused on exy and tried to get the foxes to bond so their teamwork would improve. He didn’t genuinely think of Warren often unless it was part of the team lol.

However, as soon as the semester began, Milo was officially introduced to the team as Emilio Isaiah Minyard-Josten. Warren’s crush crashed and burned when he realized this was the son of his favorite exy player, Neil Josten.

Warren, not knowing what to do with his feelings and discomfort at being close to Milo, began to accidentally bully him. He’d be too rough during practice, try to push him away (literally) and end up hurting him because Warren doesn’t know how to be gentle. He’s not very good at English which shows up more when he’s flustered so he’d be meaner than he intends.

On Milos side, he was confused and put off by warrens attitude. He wanted everyone to like him but every time he was nice, it only resulted in Warren clipping him in the ankle with his racquet or a hiss to leave him alone. Milo decided to respect warrens boundaries and give him the space he wanted. The only time they were ever close was on the court when the two would ignore everyone’s existence to push the other until one of them came out with the victory. Being that they were the teams most versatile players, they often practiced against each other

Sometime in Milo’s first week, he took his foxes out to Eden’s for bonding (he had never gone himself but his family had a reputation there and thus Milo had free entry) Milo made sure everyone had fun but was safe and eventually found Chris and Ash bothering Warren outside.

Warren was being pressured to try a smoke but he’d always thought it was a dumb habit. Until Milo chased away Chris and Ash, joining Warren outside for a civilized conversation, in which Milo inhaled the second hand smoke wistfully and said the smell reminded him of simpler times. (Referring to his five years of childhood at palmetto since andreil quit smoking after they graduated) Milo went back inside and Warren finished the cigarette. If he suddenly picked up a smoking habit, well that was his business.

Overall, Warren deals with his one sided crush on Milo. He’s too attracted to him to be his friend without guilt but he admires Neil Josten so much he refuses to make a move on Milo in fear that everyone will think it’s just a creepy fan move.

Milo is completely blind to Warren’s existence most days. He isn’t his friend and Milo has enough on his plate along with two people he actually has semi crushes on; Captain Jackie (a platonic crush) and Jay (a one sided crush since Jay finds Milo too young)

But Milo also has five more years to become close with Warren :)

[maple-the-awesome]

Another Link Crushes On You || Part 2

Part 1 ||

Pairings: Legend, Twilight, Wind x GN Reader

Overview: You've known Link for years - Well, a version of Link. Neither of you have seen yourselves as being anything more than friends, although it seems not all Link's think the same, in fact when you're introduced to the Chain, one of the boys falls pretty hard for you. I spun a wheel to let fate decide upon random pairs this time. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun with some of them😁

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Legend isn't a big fan of Skyloft which is something he decided rather quickly upon arrival - and no, it has nothing to do with the cold, thin air or hair-raising heights, although he’s also not a big fan of either. His problem lies solely on the cheerful atmosphere created by this village’s inhabitants. It’s all too easy going and mundane to fit an adventurer’s heart. Too familiar and painful, to boot. 

The others may think of him as aloof and, quite frankly, Sky might be a little offended, but Legend has no interest in exploring these islands or making friends with the locals. Never again. Instead of joining any guided tours or trading stories with inquisitive knights, he sinks into his own isolation, finding a quiet place to sit amongst the shore of Skyloft’s only large water source.

All by his lonesome, he’s free to find a good boulder to hide behind and tear away at his hair in a desperate attempt at calming his unsteady anxiety…That is, until he hears a sound - No, not a sound, a voice. A beautiful voice that doesn’t speak, but rather hums a delicate melody he’s certain he’s heard before, probably from Sky who has a habit of mumbling certain songs to himself while plucking his harp.

…And there you are, blissfully unaware of anyone else's presence by the lake as you approach the water's edge. Dropping a laundry basket in the sand, you carefully roll up your pant legs and kick off your boots, prepared to step into the cold water until you suddenly halt.

As if having developed some sort of sixth sense, you glance over your shoulder, quickly spotting the pink haired boy peeking at you from beside a boulder. The sight understandably startles you, yet despite how awkward this situation might look without context - what, to catch a total stranger apparently 'spying' from afar - you give him a kind, that be it nervous smile. People in Skyloft truly are too trusting for their own good.

"Oh hello there! …So sorry, I don't think we’ve met yet."

Legend sighs, realizing it would be creepier if he were to just ignore you. With his place of solace now ruined, he stands and dusts the sand off his tunic, "...That's because I'm not from around here."

"Oh?" You tilt your head cutely, likely confused as to what he could possibly mean, after all, where else would he have come from if not Skyloft? Looking him over, you take notice of his outfit, “Are you a knight? I see you have the uniform of one.”

The angel on Legend's shoulder begs him to be honest, after all there's no reason not to be. Naturally, Sky seems to be pretty well known around Skyloft, so maybe you wouldn't be too surprised to learn your local hero has become ensnared in another adventure, bringing home a handful of other heroes. You might even find Legend more interesting if he were truthfully, awed by the rare chance to meet someone outside of your own timeline...yet staying true to his own bad habits, he decides to dig his own grave instead:

"...Yeah, I’m a knight. I'm just usually really busy, so that's probably why you haven't seen me around, you know,” He explains boldly.

You furrow your eyebrows while finally stepping into the water, taking a handful of clothing items with you, "...Huh...I still could've sworn I knew everyone here, what, with the island being so small and all."

Legend cringes. He can't tell if you're simply speaking on your confusion or slyly catching him in a lie, although the uncertainty isn't enough to deter him, "W-Well, I don't live 'here' exactly. I live on one of the...outer islands - And I spend a lot of time there instead of here which would make it easy to miss me."

You give him a strange look that feels as if it could burn right through him, however you fortunately turn away before his heart can ignite, "...May I ask your name?"

"My...name?" He blinks as if that’s the strangest question you could’ve asked.

"I just feel a bit rude for never having noticed you before, but if I were to learn a name to put to the face, I doubt I'll ever walk past you again without a smile," And oh, how deadly your smile is, flashed over your shoulder so innocently, yet those eyes - They hold mischief behind them.

 "My name is Li - Ravio. That's my name," Another needless lie...

"Li Ravio?" You repeat, not looking very convinced, "That's certainly...a name, alright."

"W-Well, I didn't pick it!" Yes, yes he did...

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offense. It's a unique name, that's all, but that will make it easier to remember," You laugh at his misery, your eyes crinkling with the action. You then introduce yourself, your name sounding vaguely familiar, although Legend's in too much of a daze to think of why, "It's nice to meet you, Li Ravio."

He bites back a grumble, already regretting his life choices up until this point. Seriously, if he was going to give himself a cover name and story, couldn't he have picked something a little better? You probably think he's a weirdo, just showing up out of the blue with some half-assed backstory that sounds totally fake - Wait, what does he even care? It's not like he knows you! You're a random civilian from a timeline that comes generations before his own. If he wanted, he could march off and never see or think about you again...but does he want to?

Despite his previous desire for isolation, Legend remains standing there dumbly in the sand, entranced by the song you go back to humming while carefully scrubbing away at your laundry. You take no shame in your singing - which is good, because there's no reason to be. You sound nothing short of holy, and quite honestly, you match the look, practically glowing in the beams of sunlight. Even your movements are graceful, so much so that as you wade out of the water, you hardly disturb the water lilies around you.

"Where'd you learn to sing like that?" The question slips before Legend can help it, but there's no taking it back. You stop mid-step onto the sand, eyes quickly darting up to look at him in surprise. It's as if no one's ever been smart enough to give you that compliment before...or perhaps no one has ever sounded quite so astonished while saying it.

"My cousin and I sing every evening at the Lumpy Pumpkin," You explain, bashfully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear after dropping your laundry back into its basket and picking it up, "You should come by sometime. It’s on an island south east of here - Very cozy, and a great place to get to know new people, too.”

"I'll, um...think about it,” Legend answers awkwardly with a cough. Will they even be staying in Skyloft that long? How would he even get to another island, especially without anyone else following - Wait, why is he even considering this?! 

You seem to have lost some of your cheer. Perhaps that wasn’t the exact answer you were hoping to hear, however Legend, once again, has no way of taking it back.

“...Well, I, um, should get going. These clothes won’t dry themselves,” You mumble, gesturing to the basket you keep against your hip. Without waiting for any goodbye, you make your way up the shoreline, only stopping temporarily to shout over your shoulder, “Oh, and Li Ravio? I should probably tell you that Link was looking for you earlier! He wanted to make sure all you boys knew not to get too close to any edges! It’s quite the fall!”

Legend doesn’t respond, too stunned to form words as you chuckle to yourself before skipping off on your merry way. So you were aware of his lies the entire time!

Faced with tired bones and a sinking sun that plummets the world into night, the Chain has no choice but to call it a day (not that they have any objections towards rest). They practically collapse where they stand, taking a few greedy minutes to catch their breaths before picking up the work once again.

Setting up bedrolls, sparking a fire, organizing supplies, and chopping vegetables, the heroes are kept active for a decent hour or two until they can take another breather. Gathered around a wonky circle, their conversation is light and mostly focused upon their hunger which is only fueled by the pleasant smell of soup until it can be dished out.

About half the boys have bowls in their hands before a sudden snap of a twig causes them to trade their meals for weapons, senses on heightened alert especially when a stranger soon steps out of the shadows. At such a distance, the fire's light only barely outlines their silhouette, but that’s apparently all it takes for someone in their group to realize this is no actual stranger who's stumbled across them.

Hyrule's face lights up as he exclaims your name. Your own reaction is quite similar, switching from caution to excitement within the same second that you remove the hood from your head. The way you both move to greet each other, holding the other's arms with bright smiles and disbelief is quick to calm the other heroes. If you're a friend of the wary traveler's, then you'll be a friend to them.

"I thought it was your voice I heard from the trail, but then again, I haven't heard you in ages! And to find you in such a large group of companions? Never before! Where have you been for all this time, old friend?" You seem to go through several emotions all at once - a steady flow from relief, confusion, sorrow, and joy. Hyrule is hardly any better.

"It's a long story, but I haven't exactly been around to be seen," When you give him a bewildered look, he’s quick to brush it off, "I'll tell you all about it some other time - Hey, why don't you join us for dinner? There's plenty to go around!”

Your eyes instantly widen as you wave your hands in front of yourself, your smile suddenly strained, "Oh, no - no thanks! That's a kind offer, really, but I, um, ate not too long ago -"

"- Pss! He's not the one who does the cooking here," Someone whispers. At that, your shoulders visibly relax.

"...Oh...Well, uh, now that I think about it, it was really more of a light snack earlier. I suppose I could stand to eat something more."

Hyrule beams at this, clearly happy to have someone he knows so well stick around even if only for a night. It's then that he finally introduces you to the group, explaining that you're a fellow traveler he often crossed paths with during his own adventures. Seeing how dangerous this time can be, you had a habit of sharing supplies, camps, and stories to feel less alone in the world, so it's no wonder that you'd be so relieved to see each other safe again.

"Mind if I sit by you, stranger?" You ask, peeking around at Twilight while Hyrule grabs you a bowl of soup. Despite your tired eyes and worn expression, you still manage a friendly smile that causes the rancher to nearly choke on his spoon.

With a cough and blush, he scoots to the side, probably making far more room than you actually need, "...Not one bit."

"Thanks!" Fortunately, you don't seem to think anything of his reaction as you gratefully take a seat nor do you take any notice of the way he steals another curious glance at you.

Seeing as you're a new face within the group, it's only natural that you become the center of attention. Questions are thrown your way left and right, many interested to know your story which you modestly tell with little fanfare. Apparently, you've been a traveler for the last few years, wandering from place to place while making a living off trading the resources you collect throughout your journey. Before then, though, you used to live at your family's ranch.

"You grew up on a ranch?" Twilight asks a bit too eagerly once the topic's mentioned, earning himself a lot of strange looks including one from yourself, although you at least seem more forgiving than his friends, quickly letting your confusion go with a gentle nod.

"I did - For most my life, actually," That's all you say before going back to stirring your soup which you're thankful not to find any bone fragments in.

"What made you move on from that life?" Perhaps it's an out-of-line question a gentleman shouldn't be asking, after all he's no more than a stranger to you, but learning a pretty thing such as yourself may have a similar background to himself makes him forget all manners.

"...It was destroyed by monsters some time back," You answer simply while taking a bite.

Twilight bows his head, shame burning inside, "...Oh. I'm real sorry to hear that."

Despite his fears of having caused offense, you merely shrug off any discomfort, “My family made it out alright and we make do with what we have now. Can't go complaining about that."

"...I'm from a farming village myself - From Ordon,” He goes on to tell in a quiet ramble, “I’ve worked there as a ranch hand practically all my life, overseeing the goats we’re famous for. It’s quaint, and about as far from the big towns as you can get, but homely. And the people there - Why, I don’t think you’ll find anyone more kind and welcoming. Like livin’ in one big family.”

Once again, this probably isn't something he should be saying. If it were him, he'd be beyond distraught to lose the ranch to the point that any reminders would send him spiraling, yet to his continued good fortune, you take his story for what it's meant to be, setting down your spoon with a comforted smile.

"I'd love to see that…" Orondian, how you enchant him with such a soft gaze, taking him hostage in the sea of your sparkling eyes. If Hyrule's tales are any indication for the horrors of this broken world, you must be a true diamond in the rough to be from a place so cruel. Any less personal control and Twilight wouldn't hesitate to ask you to join them - to come along on this adventure and see how beautiful life will someday be. He could take you to Ordon and show you all he’s come to adore - let you breathe the fresh air scented like hay and pine while overlooking the familiar green fields you’ve dearly missed. Who knows? Maybe you’d even ask to stay. 

“I’d love to show you…”

"...Is this still a group conversation ooor?" Wild pipes in awkwardly from Twilight’s side, seeming to speak on everyone else’s discomfort as the poor, stricken young man loses himself to this yearning in his heart. This might be a long night and an even longer day tomorrow if they get stuck listening to him fawning over you...

You’re starting to doubt this shift will ever end…

It feels like you’ve been stuck in here for hours with nothing to do aside from sit at the counter and beg the sun to set just a little faster. You've already restocked inventory twice, organized stock to perfection, and swept the floor until your broom broke…If this keeps up, your sanity might just break, too.

Ringing from the front door’s bell gives you at least something to do as you sigh your typical greeting: "Welcome to Gia's General Store, where we have all your - LINK?!"

With a complete shift in mood, you happily leap up from your stool and race around the corner to meet your friend halfway in a tight embrace that you've both gone far too long without, "It's been ages! How have you been? Where have you been?"

Four chuckles at your eager questioning, "It hasn't been that long."

"Really? Because I swear five years have passed from this shift alone…" You groan dramatically before breaking away from the hug to get a solid look at him. Despite the months that have passed, he looks no different than when he had first set out. Good. You like him just the way he is anyway. 

"Please tell me you're planning on sticking around for a bit. I’ve been dying for something interesting to happen around here and your stories are just the salvation I need! I only have an hour to go until I can close up, though I'm afraid I might stab myself with a fire arrow before then. It’s been terribly boring!” 

That, Four doesn’t doubt. Your home village is as serene as they come which isn’t always a favorable trait in the judgement of two teenagers with more energy coursing through their bones than they know what to do with. Of course, he’s probably done no good helping matters by always filling your head with envious dreams of adventure and mystery. 

“We’ll probably be spending the night in town,” He tells you, much to your relief, “In the meantime, we have quite the list of supplies that we need to restock on, if you don’t mind.”

"We?" Somehow you only just notice the group of young men who managed to sneak into the store after Four. A few of them are already looking around at the items you have to offer, while others wait patiently with the hope that they'll be introduced to...Well, whoever you are to their dear friend.

"I would introduce everyone, but we all share the same name."

"All of you?" You look at Four in shock, yet he nods as if it's the most normal thing in the world to him...Then again, it probably is at this rate. Honestly you shouldn't be that surprised yourself. This is Link you're talking to.

"...Huh...Well, feel free to have a look around, I guess, and let me know if you need anything in particular. Arrows are buy one get two free right now, and fully in stock, too, since Link - Er, this Link, hasn't been in town to buy us out,” You explain to the group, jutting a thumb towards Four who rolls his eyes.

Now, usually you become a bit overwhelmed whenever large groups enter your shop, but seeing as these guys are Four's friends, you feel comfortable letting them wander freely. It helps that they seem to know exactly what they're looking for, too, making your job all the easier.

For the most part, the group allows Four and you privacy to catch up, only interrupting your conversation occasionally whenever they have questions about your prices or the quality of your goods, however you aren’t blind to the curious glances they spare you even in silence. No doubt they’re wondering how deep your relationship with Four goes, finding it endearing how at peace the young hero has become in your simple presence.

Most of these glances are quick enough, although you can’t help noticing that one of the boys seems to lack the same subtlety as his friends. Each time you steal a peek through the corners of your eyes, you spot him staring in your direction with an awed look overtaking his face. Whenever someone else nudges him to ask a question, he blinks rapidly with a stammer before bashfully looking away.

‘Cute…’ You’re tempted to think, but then you take notice of how young the boy seems to be. He must be at least a few years younger than Four and you - still a just child, at least by your standards which is an upsetting thought since context clues point to him being a hero, too. If that’s true, that must mean he was as young as Four was when he first set out on all this hero business himself, if not even younger. Poor kid…

Soon enough, Four confirms your suspicions about his traveling companions’ identities, telling you all about the strange portals they’ve traveled through and the journey they’ve been on up until this point. It was mere hours ago that they found themselves this close to home and, well, he couldn’t bear to pass by without seeing you or his uncle.

“Smart. I would’ve been livid had I found out you were in the area and didn’t stop by,” You elbow Four who pushes you back with his shoulder playfully before suddenly glancing behind you. Following his attention, you find the youngest hero standing there shyly, a minish feather necklace in one hand and a small pouch of rupees in the other.

Wind startles, seeming to have not expected your turn, “I, uh, wanted to know how much this was - um, is…So that I can buy it, if I may - for my little sister!”

You notice Four hiding his smirk behind his hand, yet you elect to ignore him for now, instead giving the younger boy your full focus with a kind smile, “How sweet of you. Consider it on the house, kid.”

“R - Really?” He brightens with possibly the widest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“‘course. Think of it as payment for helping my friend here find his way home safely.”

“Wow, thank you miss!” Oh goddesses above, his smile is adorable! He reminds you of the village children who often come here seeking sweet treats, such a simple delight to create lasting joy in their hearts. How you wish you could return to those days yourself - to no longer bear the weight of the world and its troubles in your thoughts. Alas, you could never so skillfully rewind time, but at least you can help protect that same innocence in others, even if only for a moment.

And protect it you do. Even late into the evening, Wind still cherishes that necklace in hand, carefully inspecting its details while kicking his feet giddily in memory of you, the pretty shopkeeper from Four’s Hyrule.

Sure, it probably isn’t that big of a deal. You gave the entire Chain a rather generous discount on their supplies despite their protests, but he was the only one who received your kindness personally without having to share. No one else aside from Four had the joy of seeing your beautiful smile directed his way, your expression soft and comforting like a warm breeze on the summer’s beach. 

He hadn’t lied. He does plan on giving the necklace to Aryll once this journey is over, but until then, he’ll probably admire it a little longer, at least until this crush of his settles within his heart.

[boyfriendchrisenthusiast]

how shy!matt and ladybug!reader met ꨄ

wc: 2225 words

warnings: none!

a/n: this is kinda long so I apologize.

dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

Matt loved living alone. Being able to come and go without telling anyone where he was going, spending the whole day in his boxers, and sometimes not speaking at all the entire day. But after a while, he started to feel lonely. He knew he didn't want a roommate. Especially after living with his two brothers for 3 years prior to moving into his new home. He wanted to be able to be alone, but not feel lonely. which led him to the conclusion that he would adopt an animal.

Matt sits up in bed and reaches over to his nightstand, grabbing his computer. He flips it open and immediately opens a new tab. ‘Animal shelters near me’ he types into his browser. The first one that pops up is called “Purrs and Paws Rescue”. He clicks the website linked to the location page and is quickly brought to another page with dozens of pictures of animals. Cats, dogs, and even reptiles. He scrolls on the site for what feels like hours, smiling at all the pictures and clicking on them to read more about their personalities. He knew he needed an animal that was low maintenance but still provided him company and comfort. Which is why he ultimately decides to get a cat.

The next day, he climbs out of bed early. He was so excited to finally have a pet that was just his. He takes a quick shower, brushes his teeth and gets dressed all in only an hour. He does his final touch ups before he leaves, messing with his hair in the mirror. He walks out of his bathroom and grabs his keys off the kitchen counter on his way out the door.

It was a pretty typical day at work for you. Today, It was your job to help potential adopters meet their perfect match. Walking them through the facility and showing them animals that you think would make a good fit fir them and finally, giving these sweet babies the second chance they deserved. This was one of the parts of your job that you loved so dearly.

You sit behind the front desk with your coworkers, patiently waiting for customers to come in. It gets boring waiting around for people, but you pass time mindlessly scrolling on your phone until there is something better to do. suddenly the door chimes ring, you sit up straight to appear more approachable to the incoming client. In walks a cute brunette boy, a smile resting on his face as he waits at the desk. “Welcome in! What can I help you with today?” I ask flashing him a quick smile.

“I was looking to adopt?” He stuttered, immediately moving his eyes to the ground. A small blush creeps across his cheeks as he turns his head away.

“Yay!! What kind of animal were you looking to adopt today?” You respond with enthusiasm.

“Um I was looking at maybe a cat… you know something low maintenance.” He says looking into your eyes, trying to read your expression.

“Perfect! If you'd like to follow me I'll walk you through our facility and we can discuss what you're looking for exactly.” I stand up, motioning him to follow after me. He turns to follow behind me silently. “Before we start what's your name?” I ask him tucking my hair behind my ear.

“My name's Matt, you?”

“Y/n.”

“Pretty name” he mutters, almost barely audibly. He doesn't know what confidence washed over him, but it felt right.

“Oh thank you.” Your cheeks heat up, a pink blush washes over your face. Quickly you try to divert the subject off of yourself. “So, you're looking for a low maintenance cat? Do you have kids,roommates, a partner?” You technically didn't need to know if he had a girlfriend, but it didn't hurt to ask. Plus, you couldn't help yourself. He was exactly your type.

“No, no, and no. I live by myself. Just looking for something to keep me company. I've always loved animals so I thought it would make the most sense.” he explains while walking next to you now.

“We have a lot of options for you then! I can introduce you to some of my favorites and we can go from there.” I smile at him, noticing the way his eyes dart away. Almost hiding embarrassment or shyness. You turn the corner together into a smaller room, the walls lined with cat cages. Each cat having a name tag with their likes and dislikes on it. He was in awe seeing all of them here, even recognizing a few from the website he looked at. They had everything. Persians,Tabbys, Tuxedos, you name it. There was one in particular though, that caught Matt's eye. A shy calico cat, sitting in the back of the cage who is clearly uninterested in his presence.

You notice him stop at the cage, smiling softly at the small animal. “Oh that's Bea. Someone picked her up off the street a couple weeks ago and dropped her off here. She's only a year old, so she's still a baby. She's not super social, but she's a doll.” You explain looking between him and the cat. You found it cute how he'd chose the one that most people just ignore. “If you'd like, we can take her to the meeting room! See how your initial chemistry is.” you smile back at him, hoping he'd take you up on the offer.

“Yeah, I'd actually love that.” He thanks you, making eye contact for a little longer than anticipated. His shyness peaks through, as he nervously runs his hand through his hair, turning his head away. You open the door of the cage, putting your hand out gently for Bea to sniff, letting her know you weren't there to hurt her. She had always liked you, so she quickly rubs her head into your hand allowing you access to pet her. You suddenly scoop her up into your arms as she lets out a meow in annoyance.

“Ok if you wanna follow me” I motion towards me walking towards the door to the meeting room. “I think you're going to love her, it might take a little for her to warm up but she might be exactly what you're looking for.”

“Her colors are so pretty” He says admiring the cat, who's head is turned looking at him.

“Aren't they?”

You stop at the door, slowly opening it and bending down letting the cat free from your grasp. The room is decorated with pastel paw print painted on the walls, and various toys scattered across the floor. Matt follows behind you as you close and lock the door to the room. Bea immediately starts investigating the room, sniffing around all the toys and the small carpet in the middle of the floor. You open the door to the closet in the corner of the room, taking out two cushions for you and matt to sit on. You toss them on the carpet, sitting down on one and looking at matt to sit down next to you.

“Bea, come here baby” You coo at her trying to lure her over to where you and matt are sitting. You make clicks with your mouth trying to grab her attention. She trots over to you, rubbing against your side. Matt puts his hand out for her to sniff, as she determines whether she would trust him or not. “It's ok sweetie he won't hurt you” you talk to her, as if she could understand you. Suddenly she slowly walks towards him, testing the waters before allowing him to pet her.

“Hi there… you're so cute…” he speaks softly at her, scratching the top of her head. Your heart melts at the sight. It was rare to see a man, especially his age, be so gentle towards a cat. Most guys your age don't like cats. They say they're mean or not playful enough. While Matt is loving every second of this, getting lost in the act of loving on this sweet little baby. The room is filled with silence besides the occasional sound of meows and purs.

“So, Matt what do you do for work?” You ask wanting to know more about him. Becoming increasingly infatuated by his nature.

“Oh uh I work at a record store.”

“Really? I love music. I go to concerts like every 3-5 business days” You giggle softly.

He chuckles at your words, while internally admiring the sound of your laugh. “What kind of music you into?” He questions, wondering if your music taste is similar to his.

“Well honestly, I listen to a little bit of everything. I think my main genres are pop, r&b, and indie.” He smiles at this, realizing you did like some of the same genres. He looks down at the cat, still giving her attention as she purs in comfort.

“Maybe you should stop by sometime, we have all kinds of cool records. You know, only if you want..” He says nervously, hoping you'd take him up on the offer.

“Oh absolutely, I'd love to.” You smile back at him. The room falls quiet for a moment after, while matt struggles to find words to say. “You know, I think she really likes you. I've never seen her like this with anyone. Seems like she's met her match.” You point out, hoping he'd love her as much as you do.

“I really like her, when would I be able to take her home?” He asks looking back up at you.

“You can take her home today! I'll just have you fill out some paperwork and as long as you're able to pay then she's all yours.” you say standing up. “Do you feel comfortable holding her for a minute while I grab a travel carrier?”

“Yeah yeah sure.” He gently and hesitantly approachs her, attempting to not scare her. He wraps his arms around the small cat, carefully trying to keep her calm. He holds her in his arms, petting the top of her head gently. He watches as you leave the room momentarily. “You're going home today…” he whispers to the small animal in his arms. You walk back in the room quickly with a cat carrier.

“Ok here we are. If you just wanna put her in here. She might fight you a little bit but don't worry she's not a bitter or anything.” you laugh as he struggles a little bit getting her in the crate. She lets out loud, unamused meows from inside, clawing at the bars of the carrier.

“it's ok, you'll be out soon.” He whispers gently to her, trying to calm her down. “uhm- y/n I was just wondering. Do you want my number? Just to you know, check in on her maybe. Or if you still wanted to check out my store-” he stutters on his words, getting nervous you might reject him or shoot him down.

“Oh- yes please.” You interrupt his stuttering, pulling your phone out of your back pocket. “Here, you can type your number in.” You hold out your unlocked phone for him, anticipating him finally punching his numbers in. Quickly, he wipes his somewhat sweaty palm on his jeans hoping you didn't notice. He grabs the phone from you and swiftly types his number in and shoots himself a quick message, making sure it goes through.

You walk back up to the front of the building, Matt following closely behind you, now holding the cat carrier. When you reach the lobby, you walk behind the desk as he goes in front of it, ready to check out. You reach under the desk into a storage cabinet, grabbing out papers to fill out. “Ok so you'll just have to fill out your information on these papers, so if you'd like to take a seat and bring these back up when you've finished that would be great.” You explain handing over the papers attached to a clipboard, and a pen. He takes a seat in one of the chairs in the lobby, setting the carrier on the small coffee table next to him. Every few minutes he looks back over to you, catching you staring at him momentarily before you dart your eyes away. You put your head down blushing.

Matt finishes his paperwork, bringing it back up to where you're sat and lays it on the desk. You look over the papers, making sure all the information was there. “Perfect, and you're paying with card I assume?” You ask while he starts pulling out his wallet.

“Uh yeah card” He hesitates before taking out the card.

“Your total is $100” You confirm spinning the cars reader towards him. You watch as he swipes his card and puts it back in his wallet. “Well, looks like you're all set. Keep me updated on Bea yeah, I'm gonna miss having her here!” You add, almost a hint of sadness in your voice.

“Don't worry, I will. Thanks for all your help today. I'll see you around then, yeah?” He suggests, nervously twiddling his fingers.

“Yeah, uh- I'll see you.” You say, giving him one last smile before he turns around, cat in hand, and walks out the front door.

a/n: soo im finally putting out my first fic. I introduced this au a WHILE ago but I was really nervous to actually put anything out. I've been very nervous about being perceived or just opinions from peers in general. Also, I'm sorry there's not much actual fluff in here I'm trying to make this sound realistic and well thought out😭 Likes, reblogs, and positive feedback will be greatly appreciated. I love you all and I really hope I can do this au justice because I love them sm.

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Not In the Cards Prelude pt. 2

pairing: gambler/drug dealer!yoongi x grad student!fem!reader, surprise pairings rating: mature MDNI! 18+ only. Blank/ageless blogs will be blocked!!! genre: strangers-to-lovers, age gap, intro to e2l mafia/bodyguard au summary: he shows up a second time. but does he stay? warnings/tags: oral (f. receiving), usage of sl*t, motorcycle riding, angst, bantering, dialogue heavy, smoking, implied drug dealing/usage, tiny bit of fluff, flashback of secondary school relationships, referenced underage drinking wc: 12k 😭 im sorryyyy huuuuuge ginormous humongous thank you to my beta reader @yoonglesyeobo for her extraordinary commentary and feedback that never fails to make me smile, as well as @syllviere for her emotional support lol and bouncing ideas with me for this fic. could not have done this without y'all and I’m so grateful for your friendship <333

prologue l ch 1. play nice l prelude. strangers 1/3 l prelude. 2/3 l prelude. 3/3 l

Boys. They’re so messy.

All four of you had been in the hotel room for only 15 minutes but already the floors and counters were littered with beer cans and food containers. Jin would’ve had an aneurysm if he’d seen how quickly things had turned into chaos.

You were sitting on the edge of one of the beds, sulking as you watched your brother get ready. He was choosing which snapback better matched his outfit while Tae leaned over the sink in the bathroom, smearing a charcoal pencil under his waterlines. Jimin, on the other hand, was on the bed opposite you, laying on his back with his phone in the air, playing some game. He’d been the first to get ready.

“Can’t I go? Please?” you whined.

“No,” Jungkook huffed, saying your name in a harsh tone.

“Why not?”

“Because Jin would skin me alive if he found out I took you to an underground poker game.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Tae intervened, stepping out of the bathroom, flashing you a wink. “You’re gonna cave just like you always do, so save yourself the trouble. You know Jin hyung would never do anything to his two precious babies.”

“You’re too nice to her,” Jungkook grumbled, fixing his small gauges.

“She’s so cute, I can’t help it!” Tae exclaimed, your brother rolling his eyes.

“She’s just my lame, annoying sister.” Your jaw dropped, entirely hurt, and Jimin sat up to look between you and your brother with a frown on his face. If only you could hug him without Jungkook throwing a fit. His hugs always made you feel better.

“You’re so mean!” Tae came to your defense. “She loves you and that’s why she wants to go everywhere with you. Maybe you should be nicer.”

Jungkook shook his head defiantly, narrowly missing the pillow you chucked at him. But then he looked at you with a grimace, and you shot up on your feet with a smile. The familiar look of reluctance.

“Don’t wander off or be a pain in my ass,” Jungkook pointed a stern finger at you to which you stuck your tongue out before giddily bouncing over to the bathroom where Tae was finishing up with his hair.

“Thanks, Tae,” you murmured softly as you stepped up next to him.

“Of course, little angel. I always got your back.” You smiled at his soft elbow nudge in your side. “He’s really the lame and annoying one. Not you.”

“I heard that!” Jungkook called out in an offended tone.

“Good!” Tae shot back, grinning widely as you giggled. “Go get ready. We have to leave soon to catch the bus.”

****

The bar was musty, smelling of cigarettes, gross men, and booze, and the dim lights had a green smokey film floating underneath, creating a spooky atmosphere.

“Guys, do you really think we should be here?” Jimin asked nervously, wringing his hands. You stared, wanting to hold one of them.

Tae turned around from where he was standing beside your brother and hopped over with a smile, hooking an arm around Jimin’s neck.

“Aw, it’s okay, Baby J. We have my big pitbull to protect us, remember?” Tae jutted a thumb over his shoulder at Jungkook. Jimin shoved him away.

“How about this?” Tae booped his nose, and you found it cute the way Jimin wrinkled it in response. “When I win, I’ll use the money to replace your shit car.”

You stifled a laugh as Jimin kicked at his shin and Tae skipped away with a laugh, stopping beside your brother who was rolling his eyes at your antics. But he smiled shyly when Tae slung an arm around his waist.

Jimin looked grateful when you hooked your elbows together, both of you sparing a look at your brother to make sure he didn’t notice. Jimin quickly pinched your cheek that flushed under his touch, heart racing when he soothed it with his thumb.

You’d get around to telling them eventually.

Jungkook got in a small argument with a server who thought his ID was a fake, and her eyes widened in shock when your brother turned around to reveal the family emblem permanently drawn on the back of his neck, hidden by the lid of his hat. Your stomach churned at the sight. In a few years, you’d have to get the same tattoo. The very reason why you hated crows.

The server ran off to retrieve the owner, who walked briskly towards your group, eyes hardened.

“Do you know what the boss would do to me if he found out I let you kids in here?” The bar owner exclaimed in a hushed tone, looking around as if Jin was lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Jungkook shrugged, adjusting the snapback. “Besides, I just turned 19, so I’m legally allowed to be here.”

“What about your friends?” Your brother glanced back at the three of you. Jimin looked like he was about to throw up and Tae consolingly rubbed his back.

“He’ll be 19 in December, and they have IDs saying they’re old enough.” Jungkook pointed at Tae, and then at you and Jimin.

The man nodded at you and you did your best to maintain a calm demeanor. “Even her?”

“She’s my kid sister, she goes everywhere with me. I’m basically her permanent babysitter.” You flipped him off.

“You’re making me walk a tight line, kid,” the owner sighed. “But alright, come on.”

“You’re the man,” Jungkook grinned, looking back and beckoning you three to follow him.

“Hopefully not a dead one anytime soon.” Your brother laughed as he walked past him, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Nah, you’ll be good.”

As Jungkook led the way through the bar towards some stairs in the back, ignoring the side-glances you all received from the grown men playing cards, you noticed Tae looking around, scanning every table, every face.

“Who are you looking for?” You asked when your brother got caught up ordering a drink.

“Oh, an old friend of mine from back home.”

“Is that why you wanted to come here?”

“Yeah," he nodded with a wistful frown. "It was a long shot but I still wanted to see if I could run into him. He brought me a couple of years ago and taught me how to play.”

A sad look appeared on his face, so you didn’t think he wanted to talk anymore about it.

At the poker table downstairs, Jungkook sat down among the men like he owned the place, Tae right beside him. You pulled up a chair to sit behind them as cards were dealt and chips stacked. Jimin disappeared into the bathroom and didn’t come out for a while.

When the first river was dealt, Tae leaned back to whisper into your ear,

“Remember, it’s all in the eyes, little angel. You can always tell someone’s true feelings in their eyes.”

You nodded, intently watching Tae and your brother play, paying attention to the other men as well, trying to catch their tells.

Jimin returned with a tight smile on his face, and you both squeezed onto the chair, taking his hand into your lap since Jungkook was too engrossed in the play.

Your brother won a few rounds, smug as ever, but Tae won more and just gave Jungkook subtle nudges of his shoulder and whispers in his ear. You reminded yourself to tease him about the blush on his face later.

When the game ended, Tae emerged victorious, and all four of you celebrated with some shots at the bar, Jungkook making you vow that you’d never tell Jin.

Back home, Tae kept his promise to Jimin and bought him a nicer car. Still old and used, but less prone to breaking down.

For your birthday, he gifted you a keyboard, and it became one of your most prized possessions. With it, you composed a piece for Jimin who recorded and saved it on his phone, often playing it in his car whenever you two got some alone time, holding hands over the gearshift while you avoided looking at each other.

Some of your favorite memories. Ones that shaped you, seared a forever nostalgic hole in your heart. Ones that feel like they existed in another lifetime. Ones you’d give anything to relive.

The hotel room is smaller than you thought.

The queen-sized bed is located in the middle of the room, facing the terrace that has a clear view of the ocean. Around the corner of the foyer and hallway closet, is the bathroom; on the other side of that is a small nook with a mini fridge underneath an L-shaped counter, two armchairs on either side. It’s cozy. But cold. Quiet. You’re getting tired of being alone.

Your bags are wet, so you unpack everything to check that nothing’s ruined, rushing to get out your sketchbook. Flipping through the pages, you’re relieved that there’s no water damage. That would be very fucking unfortunate and you don’t need a panic attack right now.

After being caught in the rain, stuck in a basement with greasy men and cigarette smoke, and fucked in a cleaning closet, a hot shower is just what you need. But you don’t scrub your skin too hard. His touch still lingers.

You can still feel the tingle left by his fingers digging into your hips, hand wrapped around your wrist, mouth molded against yours. You don’t want to lose that feeling. Even though you lost him.

You want to scream at the top of your lungs. Why the fuck did you let that man go? You know, in your heart of hearts, that you’ll never meet someone like him again. You won his money - he didn’t owe you a goddamn thing and yet he came after you when he thought you were in danger. That had to mean something, right?

The thought of what would’ve happened if he hadn’t shown up makes your hands feel clammy, despite the steamy shower stall. Who knows what intentions those men had, aside from forcing you to give them the money back. You can fight, but your odds were against you with a group of vengeful thugs. And you don’t have your knife - it would’ve gotten confiscated at the airport and it means too much to you to risk that.

But you do have another weapon, pretty much guaranteeing that you could’ve walked out of there alive. With one flash of the back of your neck, those guys would’ve backed off and run for the hills.

You don’t mull over if Yoongi would join them; instead, spend the rest of your shower fuming, hot water incomparable to the burning in your veins. Because of him, mostly. For being such a jerk even though you didn’t do anything wrong, even though you tried being nice to him. For acting like you’d been the bane of his existence but still fucking you. And for sending you into a confusing whirlwind but not leaving you any time to catch up. And still making you want him.

Maybe you’ll just go to bed and forget him. Do some sketches, get a headstart on upcoming assignments, and go home tomorrow pretending that there isn’t some strange crack in your soul left by a man you just met.

You’re just about to start your skin care routine when three knocks rap on the door. You freeze. It’s almost the middle of the night, who the fuck- Oh, shit. Wait. It can’t be those guys. Wrapped up in a robe, you tiptoe out of the bathroom, mind racing as you formulate a plan if it is them. Pressing against the door, thinking about the possibility of shimmying your way off the balcony since you’re only on the second floor, you peer into the peep hole, heart flatlining when there isn’t a group of thugs outside, but a familiar mop of orange hair.

What the hell is he doing here? Whatever the reason is, you’re way too relieved that it’s him. Teetering on elated, everything you’d come to peace with in the shower wiped away at the sight of him standing outside your door, hands in his pockets, staring down at his shoes.

You swing open the door just as he turns for the stairs, like he’s giving up. His eyes are wide when he faces you, narrowing as they fall on your robe-covered body.

“You just keep turning up, don’t you? Were you a stray cat in a past life?” You tease, snickering at his glare as you lean on the door. He sighs, stuffs his hands further in his jacket, glares harder at the threshold.

“I lied to you about the buses.” You smile softly at his confession.

“I know. They run till midnight.”

“And I don’t have a friend’s place to crash.”

“I figured that.”

He doesn’t elaborate, doesn’t tell you what he’s here for, if he wants something. You already told him you’d give him money, you have more than enough, but you’ll be disappointed if that’s the only reason why he’s at your door.

“So, what? You showed up just to tell me that you lied?”

“No,” he mutters, shaking his head before snapping up to meet your gaze. The fire in his eyes is blazing. “For this.”

And suddenly he’s crowding your space, large, warm hands holding the side of your face. Again. And you barely have time to blink much less breathe before his lips crash onto yours. You thank your lucky stars.

He backs you into the wall behind the open door, and your heart runs in your chest when he starts kissing you just as hungrily as before. But this time, he makes the effort to angle your face with his in a way that he can kiss you passionately, with purpose, with heat, with his tongue meeting yours, exploring between your lips, into your mouth, like he’s trying to steal your breath away and you let him, kiss him back with equal fervor. He kisses you deeply enough that you can feel the effects all the way down to your toes, almost to the point of having an out of body experience, nothing you’ve ever felt before. He kisses you like he has no intention of stopping.

And you don’t want him to, but when you lift your arms to loop around his waist, bring him closer, his jacket is cool and wet, and his body vibrates beneath the layers. You break the kiss to catch your breath and tell him he feels cold, but apologies tumble through his swollen, pink lips.

“Shit, I don’t know what I was thinking, I should-” He takes a step back and you think he’s going to run again, so you grab the side of his damp jacket to keep him in place. Keep him near you.

“You’re shivering.”

He stiffens, but the back of his shoulders visibly tremble. You move past him to close the door, gesturing for him to take off his shoes.

“Do you want to shower?” He regards you for a moment, shoulders tense, and then nods, once. Directing him to the bathroom, you offer a small, warm smile but just as he reaches for the handle and opens the door a crack, you stretch your arm to land a hand on the frame, effectively blocking him.

“Admit that you think I’m pretty first.”

His eyebrows furrow, he blinks, and then swivels on his heels to head for the front door. Your loud laugh echoes after him.

“Have fun sleeping in the rain!”

He exhales a frustrated breath and another snicker fills the space in response as he turns back around.

“Come on, it’s not like you’ll be lying. For once.”

“Wow, pretentious, much?” he quips.

“Stubborn, much?”

His lip curls. “Annoying brat.”

“Grumpy jerk.” It’s enchanting, how quickly you match each other’s energy, hostile but with no real bite.

He scowls and tilts his head up to the ceiling, like he’s wondering what he’s gotten himself into. And your delighted grin glows at him.

“So, what’ll it be?” His glare flickers to you with a piercing glint.

“You’re pretty,” he grumbles, and even though you heard him, you lean forward, cupping your ear, wanting to hear it loud and clear.

“Hm? What was that?”

He speaks through clenched teeth. “You’re really fucking pretty. So there.”

“Dude, why do you look like you’re about to pop a vein?” You cackle and he runs a hand down his face.

“If it makes things any better, you’re not too bad looking yourself. I’d even go so far as to say you’re handsome. Like really fucking handsome,” You mock him and grin when he glowers at you. You nod to the bathroom.

“Get in there.” Twirling around, you just miss the way his cheeks tinge a subtle shade of pink.

As the door closes, your cheeks buzz with a dopey smile you can’t drop, color painting a part of your soul that’s been dormant for a long time, awoken when he showed up on your doorstep because he wanted to kiss you again. 

“Hey, can you do me a favor?” you call out. “Would you mind handing me my clothes? They’re on the sink.”

“Haven’t I done you enough favors?” From his one small moment of vulnerability, you forgot that he’s a fucking asshole.

With a huff, you knock on the door rapidly, holding your breath as the handle clicks and the door swiftly swings open to reveal Yoongi’s dark, narrowed eyes. Are you disappointed that he’s only dressed down to a black-tee, still in his jeans? You’ll never admit it. One more glance would show you that they’re unbuttoned, belt removed. The same jeans that were smacking on your ass back in the-

“Were you hoping I’d walk in on you naked?”

He cocks his head with a slight smirk. “I was hoping you’d walk in here naked.”

Oh, he’s smooth. Pulse dancing, you school your expression to conceal how flustered you are.

“Maybe I would’ve if you were nice. Can I have my clothes?” You hold out your hand and he glances down at it, a sigh leaving him as he brings his arm into view, passing over your sleep clothes. You snatch them with a cheeky smile and walk away to change. The door doesn’t shut until you’re around the corner.

Fully dressed and pretty much ready for bed, jet lag starting to get the best of you, you’re sitting at the white counter next to the window, re-checking all the designs in your sketchbooks when the door opens and Yoongi’s bare feet pad on the floor. You tense with the urge to turn around and see whether or not he’s appearing as what you’re imagining in your mind. Towel wrapped low on his hips, chest bare, body lithe and sleek and beautiful. When he passes behind you, the air around you thickens with his musk, the clinging scent of hotel soap and shampoo. Your legs cross under the table.

He stands adjacent to your seat, and you sneak a glance up at him peering down at your sketchbook, shaking a small towel over his wet hair. But he’s wearing a damn robe, sash tugged tightly around his waist, his clavicles and center of his chest just barely peeking out, two chains accentuating it. One is medium-length and studded with tiny diamonds, the other a long collection of stainless steel beads that hold two dog tags from his military service. 

You retract your gaze and pretend to draw, cheek warming against your fist. He’s so attractive, it’s not fair.

“Are you an architect or something?” he asks as he drops in the seat across from you, towel falling around his neck. His tone sounds accusatory, like he can’t fathom you being in that kind of profession, but you don’t take it personally. You figure it’s just another one of his asshole-isms.

“No, I’m just minoring,” you reply without looking at him. “These are some sketches I’m playing with for my thesis project in the spring.”

“How proactive. They’re, um,” he clears his throat. “They’re pretty decent.”

He’s still leaning over, so with a bashful smile, you slowly push the book to his side of the table, permission for him to examine more closely.

“Thanks. My friends and I are talking about opening up an architecture firm after we graduate, and they’re looking at me to take care of the business portion of it.”

“Hm.” He sounds indifferent, but he glimpses at you while you talk, so you think he’s at least listening. As soon as you stop, though, his eyes return to your sketchbook. And he’s not just flipping through them. He takes his time with each page, each design, even the messier ones with all the frustrated scribbles and eraser marks. Sometimes he leans in and squints to get a closer look at the smaller details and… No one has looked at your pages like that. Not even your friends. Or brothers. The only exception is your professors, but that’s for a grade. Something glimmers in your chest. Something warms.

You change the subject so you don’t dwell on it.

“What did you major in?”

Your question sparks a slight frown on his face as he flips a page. “I didn’t go to college. Not for me.”

You nod in understanding. “Then, what do you do? Or you just gamble for a living?”

“You and all these questions.”

“Fine. Be boring,” You huff, crossing your arms.

“I work on cars,” he reluctantly mutters. Perking up at that, you sit a little straighter.

“You’re a mechanic?”

He hums in acknowledgment and you launch into a mainly one-sided conversation about your favorite makes and models, wishing you could tell him about your brother’s extensive car and bike collection. You smile when he at least indulges you in his current vehicle choice - an Elantra. Ooh. Sporty.

You’re a tad too giddy when you ask, “Do you race?”

“I can. But I don’t.”

“Maybe one day I’ll beat you at that too.” He just sighs and shakes his head, and you wear your shit-eating grin as the conversation comes to a stand-still. Now that you’re not sure what else to say and he doesn’t seem too keen on entertaining more questions, you wait for that awkward tension to settle between you but it never comes.

It’s just… quiet. Except for the sound of your breathing as you ponder explanations for why your heart is pounding that doesn’t have to do with the man sitting across from you, still engrossed in your sketches.

It’d be nice if he gave you an indication that he was interested in doing anything besides this and kissing you, but you suppose the fact that he accepted your invitation to shower instead of just fucking you in the foyer and hitting the road again is indicative of he can now at least stand being in your presence.

“So, fixing cars makes you enough to gamble a few million won away at an illegal poker ring? All in one night?”

He glances at you with a glare, flipping another page. “Okay, smart ass. What do you think I do?”

“Hm, I don’t know,” you pretend to think. “Sell stuff.” He doesn’t look at you, a slight down tick at the corner of his mouth.

“Stuff.”

“Substances?” Narcotics is the word you want to say, but don’t. Scrutinizing another drawing, impassiveness covers his face.

“And would you have a problem with that?”

“Do I seem like I would have a problem with that?” His attention flits to you for a small moment and then stays down.

His silence is enough to say that he doesn’t want to talk any more about it and you won’t press him even though you’re a nosy little shit because you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. But you do want to let him know that you’re not one to judge.

If he is a dealer, you know just how easy it is to get into but so much harder to get out of.

“Well, whatever it is, shit’s tough out here, and sometimes we gotta do what we gotta do, y’know?”

He doesn’t say anything after that and so you let it go. But there’s still something else on your mind.

“Can I ask another question?”

“No,” he deadpans, and you ignore him.

“What was your plan after you dropped me off?”

He brings your book to the edge of the table and sits back in the chair.

“I was gonna go to a sauna, but I forgot I gave the rest of my cash to the cab driver.”

Your brow quirks inquisitively. “Cab? Weren’t you just on a motorcycle?”

Whole body stilling, he focuses on nothing for a moment before quietly grumbling,

“I paid him so he’d tell me where he took you.”

You gawk at him as everything sinks in. A ring of promise glows around the surface of your heart when you realize he went out of his way to find you.

To look out for you. To protect you. And expected nothing in return. Despite the fact that you kissed him, showed him you wanted more, he didn’t try to invite himself up. Just took off into the night without looking back. Like he didn’t just save your life. Like you don’t owe him for fucking stabbing someone for you.

“You really came looking for me,” you marvel. “Why?”

His jaw clenches, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

“I don’t have to answer that.” Ugh, he’s so fucking difficult, with this wall around him that you desperately want to infiltrate.

“You and your attitude,” you scoff. “What’s your problem?”

When he doesn’t respond, you reach over to pull your sketchbook out of his grasp, slamming it closed on the table. You repeat your question with a harsh glare and he returns it with equal intensity.

“You,” he admits darkly, eyes hardened. “You are my problem.”

“Then what are you doing here?” His lips pull into a line and he stares at his flat hand on the table. You sit back again, dejected fingers rubbing over your sketchbook, watching him refuse to look at you.

You stand up before your brain gives the command, feet gliding around the table, heart pounding with each step, and end up next to his chair. He stares up at you with a pinch between his brows as you nudge your knee against his, and even though he looks confused, he turns away from the table to give you more room to stand in between his legs. Jet lag be damned, you dip a knuckle under his chin, holding his head up. His pupils on you are so dark, more than they’ve been all night as he doesn’t blink.

You can’t tell if he’s nervous, or scared, or upset, or a combination, similar to the complexity running in your veins.

“You’re the annoying one.” You stick a knee next to his hip, a hand on his shoulder, a pretense to lowering yourself into his lap. He cocks a brow.

“You can’t even tell me you want me.”

“You think I came back for what? A hot shower?” He says it so sarcastically, you almost laugh.

“Yeah, and a place to stay,” you murmur, resisting the temptation to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear.

“I would’ve figured something else out. Not my first time with nowhere to go.”

You frown at the thought of him being stuck in places where he wasn’t comfortable. Or safe. Even if he only came back so he wouldn’t end up spending a night in the rain, you would let him stay. You might put him up on the floor but at least he’d be inside.

When he doesn’t say a word, your other hand falls on his shoulders to finally settle yourself in his lap. his chest heaving in a deep breath. As you sit over his crotch, his hands flex, but remain dangling off the arms of the chair. Your eyes fall to the chains glinting on his pale chest and you hook a finger around the diamonds, lifting the small circular pendant, noticing a tiny inscription. You glance at him, silently asking for permission to study it. He just stares so you take that as a yes and lift it to get a closer look.

For my sonja, MYG

A soft smile on your lips, you drop the pendant and trail down to the tags that sit on his sternum and examine the carved information.

Huh. You have the same blood type.

“Are you dangerous, Min Yoongi?” The question pours out of your mouth, testing out his full name on your tongue. He squints at you with mirth.

“It’s a little late to ask that.”

Shrugging, your thumb runs over the metal tags, waiting for his answer.

“I’m not a stalker or a serial killer. Good enough?” It should be. But you have to be sure.

“If you wanted to hurt me, you would’ve done it by now, right?”

A few beats of silence pass, and vines of trepidation for his truth start to creep up your spine. But then warm, calloused yet soft hands coast up the sides of your thighs to rest on your hips. The vines spark with flames, traveling over every cell of your skin, ignited by his simple touch. Trepidation becomes suspense.

“I don’t hurt people who don’t deserve it.”

The implication should scare you. That he hurts people. Maybe even does it for a living. But you know, peering deeply into his dark, brown eyes, that he isn’t a threat to you.

He stabbed someone right in front of you, and instead of being afraid like you should’ve been, you ran away with him. In the middle of the street, soaked to the bone with piercing rain, you grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him like your life depended on it.

And you’re about to do it again.

Lifting your hand to cup his cheek, your heart dips when he flinches away, ever so slightly. What the fuck has this man been through? You drop it back on his shoulder, smooth it slowly, daringly, down to his left pec, fingers under his robe. Your breath hitches when you feel how strong his chest is, throat tightening when your palm radiates with the fast rate of his heartbeat.

Too fast to be normal. Too fast to hide that he’s affected by you.

“Do you want me?” you whisper, voice scared of rejection. His jaw ticks, his hands moving to your waist, pressing you forward and down on the solid erection forming beneath you. You gasp.

He grits his next words through clenched teeth, like it’s hard for him to say them.

“I wanted you the second you sat down at that goddamn poker table.”

Just like that moment in the rain, before you got on his bike and held onto him while he drove you into safety, you don’t think before crashing your lips onto his. He opens his mouth to welcome your tongue, and you lick over it with meaning.

The two of you set in motion a greedy and lascivious rhythm of sloppy tongues and experimental grinding hips. His fingers curl into the plush of your ass, encouraging the roll of your center over his erection, ruining your shorts with arousal. He sucks on your bottom lip, moaning when your hand sneaks into his lap and boldly squeezes his twitching length.

“If I suck your dick, are you gonna leave me on the floor again?” you challenge over his mouth.

He pulls away with a frown and a cross in his brows as he looks at you silently expecting some kind of an apology. But he doesn’t even open his swollen mouth, just pushes at your waist until you stand up from his lap, and before you can question what he’s doing, he kisses you again, gripping your waist as he walks you back to the bed. Hands slipping up to your ribcage, he lowers you down, heart hammering to the surface of your chest as he holds himself above you, one hand on your side, the other pressing into the comforter next to your head. 

Warmth pools in your belly as his chains fall in between your breasts, then slide to rest on the base of your throat. You smile in between his lips, lifting a hand to tangle in the links.

“You better not break my jewelry,” he utters, tongue nudging your bottom lip to encourage your mouth open, and without opening your eyes or breaking from his enticing mouth, you grab his hand and encourage it towards your breast, shirt covering your pert nipple.

He softly squeezes a handful of your tit and you arch into him with a moan, his lips between yours curving up in a smug smile. Kissing you once, twice, he drags his mouth down your jaw, to your neck that you strain so he can bruise and bite at your skin. You curse when he moves to mouth over your clothed tit, gently pulling your nipple between his teeth to test out your reaction. You bite your lip with a moan and reach up to curl your fingers in his hair, squirming when he flattens his tongue over the tiny sting.

“So sensitive,” he smizes, cocksure. He laps at your tit once more before nosing down, fingers bunching up your shirt to reveal your stomach, moan escaping you when his lips graze your bare skin.

“Is this supposed to be an apology?”

He shrugs and you roll your eyes as he stands to drag down your sweats, your lungs constricting with every inch of skin he unveils. You know he already fucked you, knows what your pussy feels like, but he hasn’t seen you yet and your cheeks heat at the thought of baring your everything to him.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy,” he muses when your legs close in their bent form after he fully removes your sweats, tossing them back onto one of the chairs.

You shake your head in denial, but your eyes that refuse to open, refuse to see him staring at you, say otherwise.

“Where’s that dirty girl who wanted to get fucked in a closet by a stranger?”

“Don’t you mean slut?”

“Fine,” he smirks. “Bring back the dirty slut who practically begged me to fuck her in that closet.”

“Sure, as long as you don’t act like a prick anymore.”

Smirk falling, he averts his eyes, tilting his head to the side as his hand smoothes over your lower stomach, fingers dipping into the hem of your-

“Cute panties.”

“They’re shorts.”

“You call these shorts?” He snaps the fabric strained around your thighs. “Leaves little to the imagination.”

“Well, that’s good for you, right? Aren’t you too old to have an imagination?” He quirks a brow, lifts his head to level you with an entertained gaze.

“Says who?”

“Society,” you shrug, and he exhales an unamused huff.

“Wow, good argument. You should sign up for a debate team.”

“I was actually on one in school.”

“So why aren’t you any good?”

“Oh, shut up!” You admonish, and he snickers. If you really think about it, it’s crazy how easy it is to fall into conversation with him like this. And incredibly insane how it does really funny things to your heart.

A stuttered gasp pours from your lips when he cups your heat, rubbing his flattened fingers back and forth. You hiss when he pokes over your covered hole, panties/shorts soaked with your arousal.

“Damn, you get so wet for me,” he muses, tongue poking past his teeth as he pulls your panties to the side. Fuck, just that movement alone is enough to put a flutter in your stomach.

“A little grinding on my lap is all it takes, huh? Or do you just really like being called a slut?”

“Screw you.” His dark chuckle shamefully turning you on, he pulls back his fingers to circle feather-light around your clit. You pull your lips in and shut your eyes to lock away a moan. “We’re getting to that.” His hands slide under your ass, eyes trained on you as he pulls off your garment, and you take a deep breath when he pushes your legs apart.

“Scoot up.” With his hands holding your thighs, you wiggle your way back until your head nears the edge of the mattress, lust coursing through your blood as he lays down in between your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your bare cunt. You relax into the soft comforter as he starts off with dragging his lips on the inside of your thigh, humming as he goes along, and arousal builds at the vibrations on your skin. Glancing down at the appealing sight of his head between your legs, you’re tempted again to run your fingers through his soft locks.

“You could really use a root touch-up,” you think out loud. He huffs, breath hitting a spot on your thigh where he was sucking a small mark.

“Ah, hell. Can you be quiet?”

“Just saying.” He clicks his tongue. 

As you break out into a laugh, your expression drops when his dark eyes fixate on you and he spits, loudly, right on your hole before dragging his tongue in a thorough, languid lick through your folds. Back arching with a moan, your hand flies into his hair, pulling a low growl from his throat. He pauses at your clit, nose nudging it before he sucks in a breath, tightens his hold around your thighs, and buries his face in your pussy.

He consumes you, flicking his tongue in some places and slurping in others, going back to the ones that you respond to more - it’s like you just served your pussy to him on a gold fucking platter and he’s savoring you like it’s his last meal.

Fingers tangled in his soft, damp locks, you use your other hand to stifle your whines that he’s drawing out with his expert tongue.

“Don’t hold back for me, dollface,” he insists over your clit. “You can’t get us caught this time.”

Resolve crumbling, you barely register the fact that he called you ‘dollface’ as your hand smacks onto the comforter and unrestrained, needy moans fill the room. He grunts in response and your trembling thighs squeeze around his head as he latches onto your clit, suckling and licking to add fire to the flame in your gut.

“Fuck, Yoongi!” you whimper, muscles tensing as the impending snap looms closer.

“Mm, say my name just like that,” he purrs, tongue flicking on your clit.

“You mean you want me to?” You antagonize, not entirely brain dead yet. “After all that grief you gave me about-”

He suddenly draws back, forcing you to groan at the orgasm he just snatched away, hips involuntarily chasing after his mouth.

“Say my fucking name,” he demands.

“Do something that will-”

His mouth wraps around your clit and he starts sucking in rapid motions, not stopping even as you writhe and squirm with pathetic cries, strong arms immobilizing your thighs.

“Yoongi- Yoongi, please!” you shriek, coming with another wanton wail of his name, gripping his roots, and a low, rough growl licks into your pulsing cunt.

Vision blurring with tears as he continues his assault on your clit, you sob at the threat of overstimulation, pushing at his head until he detaches. He kisses your dripping slit one more time just to have you jolt and curse, and then finally lets you catch your breath.

“You got a condom?” he asks after your blood pressure has simmered down to a somewhat normal level and you can comprehend your own thoughts again.

“Um, no?” you rasp, glancing down to his slick mouth and chin. “I thought you had those on deck.”

“I used my last one.”

“When?” You manage to joke. He glares at you through his bangs, shaking his head, and you don’t do well to hold back a laugh. “Oh. Bummer.”

He sighs, and then dots kisses through your folds before latching onto your clit again. Pumping his long fingers into your cunt this time, he gets a little lazy, but it doesn’t make it any less sensational. You lose count of how many times you come but you’re sweating and dripping and just a mess by the time you pass out.

You wake up on your stomach feeling heavy, but so, so good. Lifting your head, you look around, wondering what year it is. You’re still in the same spot you fell asleep in, but there’s a robe laid over you, covering your lower half. Over your shoulder, Yoongi is back at the table, scrolling through his plugged-in phone, and you silently thank the universe that you weren’t just dreaming him up. Because that would be devastating.

Rolling over, you slowly sit up and shift towards the edge of the bed, legs feeling like jelly before you even put any weight on them. You stand up with the robe and nearly lose your balance.

“You alright?” his gravelly voice carries across the room.

“I think I almost died,” you admit as you walk around the bed, rubbing your eyes. He smirks at his phone, looking a little too proud of himself. “How long was I out?”

“Like an hour?”

“Shit, I’m sorry. That jet lag really got to me.”

“Jet lag, huh?” He frowns and you playfully roll your eyes.

“You can take the credit for knocking me out.”

You walk away from his cocky grin to head for the bathroom.

After doing your business and admiring the subtle marks he left on the inside of your thighs, you realize how exhausted you are. From the plane, from all the events of the day, from your however-many orgasms, and you should be spent, ready to sleep like a rock through the night.

And yet, there’s a hunger gnawing in your chest. A greed in your gut. He gratified you beyond your imagination, and you still haven’t gotten your fill. But he ran out of fucking condoms.

You wrap the robe around your waist as you head back to the table, avoiding his gaze as you squat over your duffle.

Rummaging through it, you know a condom isn’t going to be anywhere in there no matter how badly you want there to be. Damn it. Are you that desperate? For that man, with that devilish tongue and monster in his pants? Hell fuckin’ yeah.

“You looking for something?”

“Oh, uh, I forgot to pack a toothbrush,” you stutter, tucking back a piece of your hair as you rise. “Do you think we can go to the convenience store? It’s only a couple miles away.”

“It’s kinda late.”

“It’s open all night.”

“Fine,” he sighs, standing and taking his used towels to the bathroom, shoulder just barely brushing yours as he passes you.

When both of you are changed, he lingers in the doorway of the bathroom where you’re standing in front of the sink, fixing yourself up in the mirror, and you don’t anticipate him to step in and appear mere inches behind you. You watch him fix his mussed hair, not sparing your reflection a single glance. Without the mirror, you’re not sure if you would’ve even noticed his stealth presence unless he touched you. You can’t even hear him breathing. And it makes you shiver. Just as nervousness sprouts at his proximity, you twist around to make an escape, immediately regretting it when you come face-to-face with his devastatingly handsome face and dark eyes that dart down to your lips. On pure impulse, you reach up to tussle his hair and scurry away as he turns around with a sharp, “Hey!”

Next to the front door, his glare sears into you as you lean down to put on your shoes, laughing when he nudges you so that you lose your balance. You guess you deserve that.

***

He parked his bike near some bushes in front of a stone wall farthest away from the main lot of the hotel, close to the ocean. You can’t help but skip towards it, excited to go on a ride again. When you reach it and glance back to see that he’s still catching up, you impulsively swing your leg over and settle into the leather seat.

“What are you doing?” he asks as he approaches you with a glare. You shoot him a sheepish grin over your shoulder.

“Can I drive?”

“That’s something you ask before you get on the bike.”

“Oh. Well, can I?” With a shake of his head, he sighs and you half-expect him to scold you off, but instead he grabs the helmet resting on the rear seat and holds it out to you.

“Put this on first.” Pressing your warming cheek into your shoulder to hide your shy smile, you reach back and accept it, slipping it on. He looks reluctant as he slides onto the seat behind you and you twist forward, a throb rushing down your spine when his hands slide onto your hips and he adjusts himself to sit pressed lightly against you. He leans forward and you’re encased by him as he sticks the key into the ignition, shows you the switch that will bring the bike to life by tapping it twice, hand returning to your hip once you turn it and the engine rumbles alive loudly, vibrating beneath you.

Revving the handlebars, exhilaration flows into your veins as you look down at all the specs on the dashboard.

“You know how to ride, right?” He mumbles into your ear, sounding skeptical. You smirk.

“Remember what happened the last time you misjudged me?” Before he gets a chance to respond, you grasp his hand and pull it around to your stomach.

“Hold on tight,” you say in the lowest pitched voice you can muster in a poor attempt at imitating him from earlier in the night. He sighs and moves his other arm around your waist, and just as your heart starts to beat out of your chest, you kick back the stand, find your balance on the pedals, and rev the engine before taking off down the road, secretly wishing this road stretched on forever.

His fingers curl into your covered skin, presses his chest into your back and it encourages you to lean forward and go faster. You go a little too fast, but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t give you any indication that you should slow down. And when you arch your back, the hard length poking your ass tells you that he doesn’t mind the speed at all.

You pull up to the convenience store in under five minutes, the parking lot empty and Yoongi tells you to park it off to the side. 

“I think you liked that more than I did,” you say after hopping off the bike. He stays in the seat as you remove the helmet and hold it out, grinning up at him.

“You like it when a girl rides your bike, Min Yoongi?” You lilt teasingly, the biggest shit-eating grin on your face clashing with his fierce glare.

“Go get your shit, you brat,” he grumbles, teeth gritted.

“You’re not coming?” You glance down at the glaring problem in the front of his jeans. “Oh, I guess you need a minute.”

His lip curls and he digs his foot into the pebbled asphalt, making you leap away with a giggle when he kicks a small pile at you.

Walking backwards, you blow him a kiss, laughing your way into the store when he returns it with a middle finger. A smile remains on your face as you start looking around for the toothbrush you lied about not having. At one point you realize that your cheeks hurt from still smiling. Is that the effect he has on you? It’s been a minute since a man, (or anyone, really) has made you smile like this.

Perusing the aisles for some midnight snacks, the doorbell chimes and when the cashier offers a monotone welcome, you perch up on your tiptoes to spot a black beanie making its way to the opposite corner of the store.

As you lean into a fridge for some drinks, he steps up into your periphery, and you take a quick glance, smiling at the bandana that’s wrapped around his face again.

“You want anything?” He shakes his head and you sigh, closing the door and turning around with a hand on your hip.

“Can you not be difficult for once and just pick something? Because I don’t share.”

He steps up to you. “I know you’re not calling me difficult.”

“I am.” You challenge, unintimidated despite being nearly nose to nose. “Get something.”

Keeping his glare on you, he reaches into the fridge and pulls an item out to drop it into the basket. You roll your eyes at the fact that he didn’t even look at it and grab a few more of what he picked, letting the door slam shut.

You pinch the bandana and give it a few gentle tugs, getting right in his face. “Is this what you stuffed in my mouth earlier?”

“Yes. And I’m tempted to do it again.”

“Ooh, kinky.”

“Maybe I just want to shut you up.”

“There’s more than one way to do that.” His dark eyes flash.

“Keep it moving.”

He lingers behind you as you finish shopping, but disappears once you head to the checkout. When he comes up behind you and casually tosses something on the counter next to your snacks waiting to be scanned, your whole face floods with heat as you stare at the box of condoms. A 12-pack. Large. You gulp, and the flush seeps down to your toes. This is what you came for, but a flood of embarrassment streams into you at the thought that he planned the same thing, or he caught onto you. To offset some of the flood, you swipe the box and hold it up to him.

“Don’t you need these in a smaller size?”

His eyes flicker up but he doesn’t look at you. Just turns and walks away, leaving you to fight down a laugh. Glancing back at the cashier, you’re grateful that her face hasn’t changed, even as she rings up the condoms. She could probably care less if you robbed the whole store.

Rushing out to the empty parking lot, you’re met with the loud revving of the Ducati and the sight of Yoongi wearing his helmet, looking over his shoulder at you through the open visor.

“Min Yoongi, don’t you dare leave me here!” you yell, stopping in your tracks when he flips down the visor, throws up a peace sign and zooms onto the street.

Your jaw drops. That. JERK! He can’t be serious. You run out to the end of the lot, looking up and down the empty stretch of road but he’s nowhere in sight, just the descendo of the engine hanging in the air.

The engine grows louder and he zips by you, sitting straight, one hand on the throttle, the other in the air, pointing a finger at you. Is he… laughing? It’s your turn to flip him off and you almost scream his name again when he suddenly pulls a sharp u-turn and heads back your way. You don’t expect it, but you’re incredibly impressed as he starts drifting in wide circles around you, his leg coming down to balance himself as the bike sharply turns, showcasing just how experienced he is and fuck if that isn’t attractive. And he knows exactly what he’s doing. Turning you on. But you pretend to be unbothered, crossing your arms as if this dangerous man on this dangerous bike isn’t looping around you like a vulture honing in on its prey.

“Are you done?” you tilt your head once he skids to a stop a few feet away in front of you, ignoring the ringing in your ears caused by his incessant drifting.

He switches off the engine and leans up, flipping the visor to reveal the top part of his face, arms dropping and crossing.

“Are you?” His dark muffled voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“What?”

“Done making a fool out of me.” Blowing a raspberry, you walk up to him, set the bag behind him with a wide grin.

“I don’t think you need me to do that.” He stares at you over his shoulder for a second before twisting around to grab the handlebars and just as he turns the ignition, your hand halts him by his elbow.

“You’re not gonna leave again.”

“Then get on.”

You watch, mesmerized, as he takes off the helmet and runs fingers through his hair, casually holding it over his shoulder for you to take.

This feels better, sitting behind him, arms around his waist, head between his shoulder blades so you can watch the trees lining the road and spot lights of the street lamps go by in a blur.

Alive. You feel so fucking alive. The danger of riding on this bike, trusting this man with your life once again. Stretching out your arm, you let the wind fly freely through your fingers, helmet blocking your periphery from catching the turn of his head for a few seconds before focusing back on the road.

He parks the bike in the same spot as before and you get off and return the helmet.

“Usually when guys go out of their way to show off like you did, they’re trying to compensate for something. Just letting you know.”

He looks at you with night in his eyes as he steps up in front of you, peering directly into your soul, and the pit of your stomach rolls with heat.

“You know damn well that I don’t have anything to compensate for,” he says slyly, eyes flickering to yours in a way that enthralls you. Oh, this cocky bastard. If only he wasn’t so fucking right.

“Or maybe you need to be reminded.”

“Isn’t that why you got these?” you ask, shaking the bag in his face.

“I also need to restock my wallet.”

You scoff, pointing at yourself. “And I’m the slut?”

He grins and your cheeks heat when he just stares for a moment, then takes off in the direction of the hotel without another word.

**

As you reach the stairs of the building to your room, he stops and you turn to him looking down to the stretch of neatly tailored lawn sitting across from the buildings, a few tables and chairs with closed umbrellas spread out in front of the stone wall, the dark ocean a pretty view from afar.

“It’s about to rain, so I’m gonna go smoke. I’ll be right back.”

“Can I come?”

“No.” He turns away and your heart cries to go after him, like some clingy, ankle-biting dog.

Stopping after a few steps, he looks back at you pouting and tilts his head.

“Don’t you do what you want anyway?” The dark night can’t hide your bright smile as you bound up to him.

He settles on the table closest to the short-stacked stone wall, wiping off the seat with the end of his sleeve before sitting down and taking out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from his jacket pocket. You want nothing more than to sit in his lap again, and, thankfully, there’s an old spot of something white and dirty on the opposite chair that the rain didn’t wash away.

So without warning, you approach him and ignore his repeated look of confusion as you invite yourself into his lap again with an arm around his neck.

“Um, there’s a chair over there.”

“It has bird shit on it,” you reply simply, adjusting yourself to sit sideways, legs hung over his knees. His arms hover in the air.

“So?”

“Would you sit there?”

“No.”

“Then shut up.”

Disregarding the click of his tongue, you lean over to try and snatch away his cigarette, but he holds it up out of your reach.

“This is my last cigarette and you already owe me one.” You sigh indignantly and lean back against the armrest, gawking as he pats the box against his palm to discharge the final cigarette, crushing the cardboard as he lifts the stick to hang loosely between his lips. He fires it up with an attractive flick of the lighter and cup of his hand around the end, sucking in a drag and letting the stick sit between his teeth as he pockets the empty box and lighter. Smoke filters out of the corner of his mouth as he removes the cigarette with two fingers, blowing the stench to the side, away from you. A string tugs from your heart at the considerate gesture. You redirect your attention to the design on the front of his jacket, grabbing the side to inspect it more closely.

“Is this a tiger?”

“Mhmm.” Is his response, tone disinterested as he flicks ash. Some falls on your thigh and he lightly brushes it away. His touch burns.

“Your favorite animal?” He shakes his head, still doesn’t look at you, blows more smoke away.

“It’s just a design.”

As you watch him smoke, the cigarette slowly withering, he lifts his hips to reach into the back pocket of his jeans, crotch rubbing the back of your knees, making your thighs squeeze together. He multitasks checking his phone and taking a drag, a frown appearing at something he does or doesn’t see on his screen. A thought occurs to you that creates a sinkhole in your chest.

“Are you expecting a call from your girlfriend or something?”

“Why, would that piss you off?” He remarks in a mocking tone, and you start to get up but his arm around your waist and a throaty chuckle traps you in place.

“I wouldn’t have fucked you if I had one. I would’ve still wanted to, but I do have a bit of self control over here.”

“You? A man? Self-control?”

“We’re not all disgusting pigs,” he mutters.

“Well, you’re a rare breed.” Lifting his head mid-drag, his eyebrows raise, a subtle smirk on the corner of his lips.

“So I bet you feel real lucky you met me.”

“Is your- oh wow, look at that,” you pretend to muse, putting your hands up to the side of his head as if measuring it. “Your head’s getting bigger. Not a good look for you.”

With a roll of his eyes, he waves your hands away, unlocks his phone to scroll through his messages that hold no new notifications. Staring at his screen, the desire to have your number and thread on there increases, a lump forming in your throat, unsure if you should cross into that boundary.

“No girlfriend,” he assures you, locking his phone to let it fall face down in his lap. “I’m checking to see if my deposit came through. I’m shit broke until then.”

Your eyes rove over his side profile, going back to that scene in the poker room, how blankly yet confidently he slid all of his chips into the center of the bet, thinking he had the winning hand.

“I could tell you’re a pro at poker, why did you put so much at risk?”

He sighs and looks away, staring across the compound as he takes another drag.

“Because you really sucked at first, and I thought you were just some dumb, overzealous kid who didn’t know what she was doing playing with the big boys like that. But you’re good, Angel. Too good, and I fell for it.”

“You’re the dummy,” your tone is soft, touched by his genuine admission and acknowledgement of your skills. You press a finger into his temple and push a little. He leans away with a small smile.

“I know.”

The ocean is dark and covered in white-caps, brewing in preparation for the storm. Listening to the waves crashing down below, you think back to your musings in the shower.

“Maybe I owe you for stabbing a dude for me.” Wind blows in your direction as he peers at you unsurely.

“I’m no hero.”

You shrug. “I just want to pay you back for going through all of that trouble.”

“Wouldn’t it make me a prick to take your money for something like that?”

“Not if I’m offering it.”

As you wait for him to argue, your phone buzzes in your hoodie and you quickly pull it out, anxiety flashing when ‘biggest bro’ flashes on the call screen.

“Oh, hang on, sorry, my brother’s calling.” You clamber out of his lap and stand, answering when you’re a few feet away.

“Hey,” you say quietly, somewhat relieved to finally hear from Jin. Even though if he knew where you were, he wouldn’t be. “What are you doing calling me on my regular cell?”

“Well, honey, I haven’t heard from you otherwise and oh, I don’t know. Wanted to make sure you’re still alive. Is that okay? How were your summer classes?”

You smile, start pacing in front of the stone wall. “I barely survived, but I made it out. And I’ve made a lot of progress on my project ideas.”

“That’s good to hear, kiddo. Send me some pictures of your designs one of these days. Any other good news you want to tell your big brother?”

“Like what?”

“Hmm. Like are you seeing any booooooys you might want to bring home some day?”

You cringe, a bit spooked by your brother’s 6th sense for knowing everything that goes on in your life. You spare a quick glance to the boy sitting behind you on his phone, turning your back to him just as he looks up at you, and walk a little further away.

“Like you’d approve of them,” you grumble. You’re sure as shit he wouldn’t approve of that man, especially if he found out about your little tryst in a fucking cleaning closet, at an illegal gambling ring no less. What Jin doesn’t know won’t kill him.

“Well, not if they’re jerks!”

“I could bring home a literal prince, and you and bro would interrogate him like he was threatening national security.”

He laughs. “Oh, come on. You know I want you to find someone nice who makes you happy.”

“How can I do that if I move around every eight months?” you ask defensively, that bitterness for your situation enforced onto you by him and your father bubbling to the surface. “I don’t think I’m gonna meet anyone who’d want to be with me like that.”

Silence hangs over the line. “You never know.”

You roll your eyes. He underestimates the kind of men that are around everywhere you go. They barely want to stay the night, much less follow you to the ends of the earth. You feel a prick of wonder if the man whose eyes you can feel on your back would.

“Well, either way, I’m too busy to date. Maybe I’ll have to wait to move back home to settle down,” you rush out, eager to put an end to this topic. “Speaking of which, do you think I can come back to see bro for his birthday?”

You can sense through another bout of Jin’s prolonged silence a big ‘No.’

“It’s not a good idea, honey. Not right now, he’s not doing well.” Jin takes a deep breath. “He almost relapsed.”

Your heart drops and you have to squat to combat the nausea filling your gut.

“That just makes me want to come home even more.”

“He doesn’t want you seeing him like this.”

Your palm lands against your forehead. “So what, am I just never going to get to see either of you again? Like I’m just gonna go the rest of my life living abroad? Do you know how much I hate the idea of that?”

Dead air meets the line again and you stand, suddenly overwhelmed by the notion that he might never let you.

“We’ll talk more about that when you finish with school, I want you to focus on your studies. Don’t worry about your brother, he’ll be alright.”

You do worry. You worry so much about him, sometimes you can’t sleep at night. You almost tell Jin that you’re in Jeju, that you could take a flight home tomorrow and just see them real quick but you have a feeling he would be less than enthusiastic and might turn it into a whole lecture about how irresponsible it is for you to fly back home unannounced. Among other things.

“Whatever.” You peek back to where Yoongi’s staring at his dark screen.

“Hey, don’t be like that, okay? This is just something we-” But you’re over this. There’s no point in arguing with him. He never lets you win.

“Sorry, I’m gonna go now.”

“Honey, I don’t want you to be upset.”

“I’m not,” you lie in a grumble. “I’m kind of with someone, so I should probably get back.”

“Oh?” his tone changes to curiosity. Oops. “Who is this ‘someone’?”

“A friend. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Hmm, alright,” he sounds unconvinced. “Well, be safe, you hear? And don’t let me go this long without hearing from you unless you want me to go gray with worry.”

“Don’t you already dye your hair?”

“Yah, you little punk! I’ll get you back for that one.”

“Sure you will. I’m hanging up now. Love you. Tell bro I love him too and that it wouldn’t hurt to call me once in a while.”

“I will. Love you too, honey. Call me in a couple days.”

“Yes, sir.” He chuckles, says bye, and waits for you to hang up.

Dropping the phone from your ear, you stare at it while contemplating whether or not you should call Jungkook, but turn and head for Yoongi when you doubt he would even pick up.

You sit back down on his lap like it has your name on it. He huffs in annoyance but still wraps his arm around your waist and rests his hand holding the nearly finished cigarette on your knee.

“Does your brother usually call this late?” he queries, voice soft and a touch hesitant.

“Now who’s being nosy?”

“You eavesdropped on me earlier!” You smile, stretching your arm on the back of the chair.

“He thinks I’m still abroad.”

“Are you supposed to be?”

“Mhmm. I was gonna go home and surprise my other brother for his birthday, but turns out that would be a bad idea.”

“Damn, two brothers? That’s gotta be tough.”

“Yeah, they’re both older. And annoying as fuck.”

“So you get it from them.” You can’t argue with that.

“Why’s it a bad idea to go home?” he asks softly after a stretch of quietude, waves crashing in the distant background. Your cheek turns to look at him, mildly bewildered, his eyes flitting between you and the ground.

“Are you trying to get to know me or something?” you deflect. Because that’s not a can of worms you really want to open right now.

“No, just making conversation.” He shrugs, a pout on his lips that mirrors the one that appeared when he told you his name.

“You didn’t want to do that earlier.”

“Fucks’ sake,” he mutters under his breath, ducking his head to lift the cigarette. “It’s easier for you to just call me a fucking jerk.”

“You’re a fucking jerk.” He chuckles while taking a drag, exhaling smoke through his nostrils.

“And I’m trying not to be one right now, okay?”

“Well, don’t wear yourself out.”

“You’re gonna do that for me when we go back in, right?” He cheekily winks, demeanor doing a 180, and you mimic being annoyed but really you’re imagining all the ways you could do just that.

“Y’know, you have a really good libido for such an old man.”

His smirk flips to a scowl and when you laugh at his disdain, he pushes at your waist, a little harder than you think he meant to because you end up slipping off of his lap and onto the ground with a surprised squeal.

“Oh, shit!” he exclaims, reaching down for you as you groan in mild pain from your ass falling on the hard, wet lawn. You glare up at him when he visibly can’t hold back his amusement while he tries to grab your elbows to help you up but you only slap his hands away.

“I didn’t mean to push you.” He’s still laughing when you manage to get up and walk away but he grabs your wrist and you look back to see him throwing down his cigarette, a grin on his face as he doesn’t let you out of his grip.

“Hey, c’mere.”

“No,” you mumble stubbornly.

“Is your ass okay?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would.”

“Get lost.”

“No.”

He tugs you close and smirks now that you’re speechless, hands daring to go lower, waiting for you to have a problem, but you don’t, just allow him to glide his large palms to your ass.

“Feels okay to me.” He gives a squeeze and even though heat creeps down into your gut at the lust pooling in his eyes, you put your hands on his chest and push. He steps back with a grin and lunges after you with a hand on your elbow, laughing lowly when you playfully fight him off but he doesn’t let go.

Then a bolt of lightning strikes the atmosphere, freezing you in place, and he steps up next to you, unphased as you wait for the impending clap of thunder. Rain cascades from above and you both look up to the sky, droplets falling on your faces as you stare at the night darkened by the fast moving storm clouds. Your eyes lock and you share a look that reflects something you can’t describe - A boom shakes the world around you, nerves jumping and driving you to take off back towards the hotel, not realizing until you look over your shoulder that Yoongi’s hand is in yours as he runs behind you, a wild smile on his face.

Just as you reach the stairs, you glance down with wide eyes at both of your empty hands.

“I left the bag!” you exclaim, flinching as lightning flashes again. He looks over the distance you just crossed and jogs back over without hesitation or urgency despite the heavy winds.

Hugging yourself as you shiver under the onslaught of stinging rain, you silently beg him to hurry up as he strides back over to overshadow you, staring down with a furrow between his brows and a blink at your lips. Even though you want to interpret the way he’s looking at you through his wet bangs sticking on his face, you want to get the fuck out of the storm but as soon as your foot turns to dart up the stairs, his hand curls around the back of your neck and pulls you forward until you’re up on your toes. Pulse stuttering and eyebrows rising in shock and awe as his mouth collides with yours, you’re rendered still and breathless as he steps up to press your drenched bodies together, kissing you fervently, tipping your head up for a better angle. Storm water pours between you, and you both taste it after his tongue swipes over your bottom lip, droplets rolling down his face and into your mouth and you drink it up along with the taste of him. You don’t know what’s gotten into this man, but whatever it is, you’re living for it. You just wish, in this moment, you weren’t in the middle of a storm having the life kissed out of you.

“We’re gonna catch a cold if we keep making out in the rain,” you murmur, lips still brushing his.

“You can’t get sick just from some rain,” he retorts. You roll your eyes and tip up to kiss him chastely before twisting around to run up the stairs, not looking back as you shakily unlock the door. When his presence emerges behind you, a nervous smile breaks out on your face as you finally turn the key. The sky roars again, forcing out a laugh of adrenaline as you barrel into the door to hastily get inside.

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Thank you so much for reading!! This is a terrible place to cut off but I had to split this into another part I'm sorry this chapter is taking a lot out of me and I started a new job so I'm dealing with the adjustment.

prelude part 3 will be out soon so we can move on lol. And it will be mostly smut 😅 and some yoongi pov

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[dobbysimp]

since this is tumblr after all, i feel like i should go back to my roots so:

things that have been said to or around me, as incorrect marauders quotes

sirius: what kinda fruit would i be? and dont say faggot

mary: imagine getting to absolutely explode inside someone

*30 seconds of silence of picturing it*

🎶iF i WeRe A bOy 🎶

peter: cereal is non binary

sirius: sure if you wanna make it into gay shit

peter: FRUIT LOOPS ITS IN THE NAME

james: if you were a fruit loop color which one w- LETS TAKE A QUIZZ

barty: i don’t just throw it away, i play catch w my sanity

Remus: *mom lore*

Peter: were you an accident?

Remus: oh yeah

Peter: that checks out

sirius: i love cum

james: 🤨

sirius: dont quote me on that

james: im quoting you

pandora to barty: can you stop talking about sperm so i can do my tarot reading?

remus: this might be rock bottom

peter: the thing about rock bottom is you can only go up

remus: we dont know, i have a shovel

peter deadpanning: have you ever even BEEN on minecraft?

sirius: i cant tell if im having a crisis or i just need to wash my hair

peter: furry

sirius: furry

james: furry

remus, defeated: why is this the joke we all roll with?

evan: i was regulus-ing too close to the sun trying to put my emotions in boxes

james, to sirius: the trauma is bouncing around in your head like the dvd logo and only when it hits a corner do you get a second of peace

sirius: I wish I could date myself I would treat me so well

james: I think you just stumbled upon self love

lily, scrolling on tinder: he’s cute

mary: is he?

lily: *swipes left*

James: I have brain freeze on the outside of my head

Regulus: that’s called being cold

sirius: im getting a lot of… brain things

remus: ideas?

remus: *looking smth up about worms, reading the suggested searches* “can paul atreides control worms?”

sirius: would you love me if i was paul atreides?

remus: no

sirius: would you love paul atreides if he was a worm?

remus: no

sirius: would you love a worm if it was paul atreides?

remus: i would have questions about HOW the worm became paul, but probably not

peter: is it… why was i thinking self harm? no wait… masturbation!

remus: what are you, catholic?

sirius: if i ever jump off a building just know it was bc i genuinely believed i could fly not because i wanted to kms

barty: on my deathbed can yall bring me a cup of gasoline? i wanna try that shit at least once

james: dang nabbit, or whatever the fuck white lame virgins say

regulus: i think you had a stroke out loud

james: that was just me doing math

trans reg complaining while doing hw: im just a girl

evan: nO?

sirius, about Minnie: she’s always three spots ahead in the cha cha line

james: she’s in the cha cha line meanwhile im doing the macarena

(playing battleship)

remus: I cant believe you blew up my ship and your response was “tehee”

peter: Top 10 things Adolf Hitler never said

(30 minutes later)

remus: (is losing at multiple board games) IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF! IM DONE- I AM SO DONE…

peter: Top 10 things Adolf Hitler has said

dorcas: evan is emotionally unstable but mature

regulus: one usually leads to the other

dorcas: nah barty is emotionally unstable AND immature

regulus: i said usually

mary: their lives are gonna go up in flames and im gonna sit there watching and tanning

lily: can you tan from fire?

mary: for sure

marlene: do you think people tanned at the salem witch trials?

peter and sirius: *debating*

remus: what did i just walk in on?

sirius: can animagus fuck?

remus: excuse me?

peter: we think yes

remus:… I think it makes sense

sirius: now here’s the real question, if James and Lily-

remus: no.

james: what if i dated regulus just to watch the world burn

remus: the world wouldn’t burn, you would, and sirius would be holding the lighter

sirius, ranting about remus drama: and then this happened and I have never been more distraught… thats a lie i was abused but still

peter, after making 18 your mum jokes: that’s what your mom said

sirius: stop i can only take so much

peter: she said that too!

pandora: im chilling, i could be a budah

regulus: i don’t think you’re chilling i think you’re disassociating

pandora: im budah

remus, ranting drunk: because my parents- my parents pfft i only have one

dorcas: am i being manipulative?

barty: no, I would be doing the same thing

dorcas: that’s not as comforting as you think it is

regulus: Hey google how to find a man that will edge me for hours, no borax or glue

james: i mean i have adhd i could probably do that

sirius, about reg: he’s not even fun anyway

james: siri… he gets abused

sirius: dont we all

peter: i think the bible is a mass hallucination, kinda like the bee movie

pandora: yk how when you buy things in bulk its cheaper? maybe we can get therapy in bulk for all 5 of us

regulus about sirius after he leaves Grimmauld: Bro acts like a Disney kid who just broke the contract

regulus: so, cannibalism as a metaphor, right—

remus: go to bed

sirius: to speak or to die? speak duh, im probably gonna die bc of what I said anyway

regulus: i had a great childhood…

sirius: *side eye*

regulus: you guys are making me age so fast

barty: we are helping you mature!

regulus: barty i get abused, i’ve been mature since i was 10

pandora: *after 10 seconds of silence* beAutiful

regulus: YOU CANNOT SAY BEAUTIFUL TO ME BEING ABUSED

pandora: im gonna be honest i zoned out

marlene: *calls*

lily: *picks up*

marlene: im gonna destroy my hair i thought you’d want front row seats

mary: a mosquito could bite my clit and i would let it

lily: mary what the fuck

alice laughing maniacally: lets actually think of the logistics here

[black-cat-luck]

Heys can you write the bat boys magically get put (stuck) in their robin costumes and have to go on patrol with them on 🫶🏾

OH YES I CAN

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When the gold smoke disappears around them, everyone still coughing and covering their faces, the first thing any of them notice, isn't that the assailant they're fighting got away, it's that none of them have pants on. "Oh my god." Dick gasps as everyone yells in horror, looking down at themselves.

"WHY AM I NOT WEARING PANTS!" Damian's voice brings all their eyes to him; and when he notices their stares, he quickly covers himself with the cape on his back. "Is anyone de-aged?? Everyone get over here!" Dick quickly jumps into action, grabbing three yellow capes and yanking them to a corner. The petty robber they were fighting is already gone, and they have much bigger things to worry about, specifically the fact that none of them are wearing pants.

"What the hell kind of magic is this!" Jason sneers, using his own cape for cover as well. "Okay we all seem to be fine, no age differences, no personality differences. Did that seriously just make us all wear my old Robin costume?" Dick puts his hands on his hips to overlook the four of them. Jason and Damian look murderous, Tim looks embarrassed. "How would that even work? That's too specific of a spell, maybe if it was our old Robin costumes too, but how could they make it just yours? Why?" Tim thinks out loud, frowning as his cheeks turn red, Dick is smiling when he looks back at him. "Get rid of the grin dickhead." Jason snips, and Dick giggles. "I can't help it, our Robin's look so cute!" He says, earning groans from the youngest two.

"Oh let me have this I never got to see either of you in my suit." Dick huffs as Damian shoves past him, still wrapped in his cape as he shuffles toward the door. "Robin wait we need to go to the cave together!" Dick calls, looking over his belt for his beacon, Tim wordlessly reaches over and presses it, making Dick grin again. "I love you, you freaky little stalker." He giggles as Tim groans in embarrassment and walks away. "Get a grip." Jason says, but Dick is still happy, skipping over to where Damian stands, ears red and not looking at any of them as they wait for the Batmobile to come to them.

"Well, that certainly is a sight." Alfred says as the four boys climb out of the car. "Aren't we cute!" Dick says. "We should've checked him for a de-age curse, sounds like he's been hit." Jason grumbles as Dick glares at him, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm having a great time; this was my costume, I haven't worn it in years! And seeing all of you guys wear it is awesome." He says, looking to where Damian is already yanking the suit off. "You could've given it pants, it's effeminate and embarrassing." He sneers, Dick only rolls his eyes. "I was eight when I designed it, and Robin was built around me, so you're welcome." Dick says, watching as Damian successfully frees himself, he grabs one of his backup Robin suits and starts to put it on.

It's silent as everyone watches, as soon as his suit is fully on, it transforms right in front of their eyes to the Robin suit. "You have to be kidding me." Damian sneers through his teeth, yanking it off again, he grabs his hoodie and sweats he wore earlier before patrol, as soon as they're on, he's back in the Robin suit. Both of his own suits still lay on the floor, looking normal and unbothered. "This is a little less funny now." Dick admits, looking to the other two; who look furious. "I can't wear ANYTHING??" Jason yells, and Tim groans, holding his head in his hands. Dick pries at his domino mask. "This at least comes off!" He says, cringing as Jason's murderous glare pierces him.

"What. Happened." Bruce's voice startles them, they all turn and see him standing in the doorway, he's still in a robe, gauze visible underneath as he holds his middle, eyes darting from one boy to another. Damian has started stabbing the practice dummies to let out his anger. "Hey B! We got spelled." Dick says, gesturing to himself. "And the spell...Put you all in the old Robin suit?" He asks, Dick nods, rocking on his feet as he fights back another grin. "Sure did. Dami's already tried changing, but anything we put on becomes this, aren't we adorable? Look at Tim and Damian in the suits it's so cute." He says, hands showcasing Tim, who hides his face in hands, groaning in embarrassment. "I added pants to the suit for a reason." He whines, still covered by the cape. "I'll give Zatanna a call, ask Spoiler and Batwoman to cover your routes for the night, don't go back out there like that." Bruce says, though Dick can see he's amused.

"Make it quick, I'm dressed like a fucking child and I have shit I need to do." Jason sneers, Bruce's amusement becomes more visible as he looks to the second eldest. "I'm sure Red Hood's men would get enjoyment out of taking orders from an overgrown Robin." Dick says, making Jason stomp off, but with the green boots and the yellow cape, it only makes it funny to watch. Bruce nods his goodbyes to the others and leaves the cave. "It appears Master Damian's suit has remnants of the spell, I'll run it on our end and look for a reversal." Alfred says, grabbing the discarded suit on the floor as Dick sits down next to Tim.

"The suits not bad, just a bit embarrassing being this old wearing it." Tim says after a minute of silence, Dick is startled and faces him; before realizing what he'd said, and smiling. "Aw little bird you like the Robin outfit! Then why'd you change it?" He crosses his arms with a glare as Tim groans. "I was thirteen! It was already embarrassing, I just needed pants, I kept everything else original. But when I was a kid? I looked up to you and Jason in this suit, I always wanted to wear it." He says, and Dick hugs him. "I'm glad you like it, I always did want to see you in it." He says, ruffling the younger boys hair.

Both Alfred's testing, and Zatanna's, say they'll be stuck in them for two days. Damian and Jason are furious, but Tim and Dick are only mildly inconvenienced. Bruce has to make arrangements at Wayne Enterprise for Tim's sudden sickness making him miss those days, and Dick has a friend overlook Blüdhaven for him, but other than that they're doing just fine with the situation.

The table is painfully awkward as they eat breakfast. Jason and Damian have a permanent scowl, Tim's face is a constant shade of red, and Dick is totally normal about all of this. Jason and Damian have found ways to pin their capes shut around them so they're covered, and Tim fidgets too much with his so he just holds it or covers himself with a blanket. Dick just hangs onto the cape and wraps himself up in it.

"What are we supposed to do for patrol tonight?" Damian asks, stabbing extra hard at his pancakes as Bruce blinks tiredly. "Cass is still out of country, Kate agreed to help but Steph is busy, that's not enough to cover all our ground." Dick adds, "hn." Bruce glances at Alfred, whose eyes sharpen into a glare. "Still benched." Bruce shrugs, sitting back as he sips his coffee. "Oracle can cover the ground behind the scenes and direct Batwoman on where help is needed, Blue Bird said she'll take Damian's usual route." Bruce says. "I've got help in Blüdhaven, then we just need to find coverage for Tim's route and J-" "keep your nose out of my territory." The second oldest sneers, and Dick rolls his eyes, holding his hands up in defense. "You don't look as intimidating when you're 6'4 in the Robin suit bud." Dick chips back, Jason's glare sharpens, and Alfred takes the knife next to his plate before he can throw it at Dick.

"So about my route." Tim chimes in, smiling awkwardly as they all look at him. "Tonight's the big deal happening on the harbor you two were going to help me bust." He says, and Dick and Damian's faces fall. "Oh fuck." Dick groans, holding his head in his hands as Jason laughs at him.

"I'm going to kill you when this is over." Jason spits. "Get over it Jay it wasn't even my fault!" Dick whispers back hastily. They're on the roof of a nearby building, watching the drug deal happen beneath them. "I share sentiment with Todd, and will be stabbing you when I have my own suit back." Damian's voice crackles through the comm and Dick rolls his eyes. "Again, not even my fault." "All of you shut up it's happening." Tim silences them, and they all see the hand off. "I will also be stabbing Drake." "Now!"

The four of them come barreling down, landing on top of goons and kicking away guns before anyone can register what happened. "What the fuck?!" One of the dealers yell as Tim swipes his legs out from underneath him. "Yo I heard Harry got a spell on them but I really didn't believe it-" "that's fucking Red Hood!" The man is punched in the face before he can say anything else. "Not tonight." Jason sneers, knocking out another. "We're the Robins tonight!" Dick flips over one of them, wrapping his legs around him; and slamming him into the ground. "Behind you baby Robin!" Damian evades the hit and glares at him. "Robin four!" He defends making Dick giggle as he knocks another man out. "My bad! On your six Robin three!" It's a flying mess of bright yellows and green, four Robins taking them down within a minute.

Jason picks up the suitcase and shoves it at Tim, who groans under the sudden hit and wraps his cape around himself. "They recognized me." Jason huffed, kicking the unconscious goon. "They knew we got hit, doesn't take much to tell who's who when you know what four to expect." Dick laughs as Jason glares at him. "Whatever, let's get this fucking night over with." Jason spits, storming away as Dick rolls his eyes, tying up the last of the goons as Tim waddles with both suitcases in his arms, Damian follows Jason as Dick walks slowly behind the three of them.

They end up spreading out throughout the night. To their luck, it is a busy night and they spend a lot of time apprehending thief's, drug dealers, and muggers while dressed in bright colors as grown men. Tim stumbles across a bank robbery, and with a single signal, the other three are beside him within minutes. "This is gonna get messy." Dick whispers as they hear the glass crunching under the men's boots as they step into the bank they've just shattered the glass of. "No alarm, they disabled it, heavy guns." Tim notes out loud, they all stand up from their crouching positions at the same time. "What a perfect night for the Robins." Dick laughs as they grapple down, and into the bank.

The fight is almost effortless. "He's all yours Robin two!" Dick giggles as he flips out of the way, Jason punches the man he was fighting, knocking him out cold, and shoots a glare at Dick at the name. They fight together well, Tim swipes a man's legs out with his bostaff after he gets Damian in a chokehold, and Jason grabs the barrel of a gun and lurches it upward before it fires where it had been pointed at Tim's head.

Dick ties the thieves up effortlessly as his brothers ensure the safe is untouched and call for the police. "Grown men running around in a toddlers outfit, are you not embarrassed?" One of the men laughs as Dick squats near him, setting up one of his unconscious buddies. "Not at all." Dick smirks as the man scoffs. "What you think you can be your big age dressing like a little hero and Batman will like you and take you in? Think he won't bash your teeth in for parading as his dead boy?" The question startles Dick, who glances at his chest, staring at the uniform. This uniform was his, but the last Robin Gotham saw in it, was Jason. Dick glances over to Jason, his jaw is clenched, and he quickly turns away. Dick glances back to the restrained man, and before he can say anything, Damian whirs past him, punching the man. Dick gasps and grabs the boy, holding him back from attacking again. "You don't know anything you pathetic low-life! My brother made this outfit and it is an honor to get to wear it as the first Robin's had! And Batman thinks we're cute!" Damian shouts, Dick actually laughs as he locks his arms around the wriggling boy.

"He's right, you're lucky you got us and not the big man tonight, insulting us while we're spelled, he wouldn't be too happy about that." Tim whistles as Dick grins. "Oh and trust me, he is around. Better hope next time it is him you run into, cause when this wears off, Red Hood gets his guns back." He's grins mischievously, seeing terror take over the man's features. "Have a goodnight boys!" Dick calls over his shoulder as they leave. He sees Jason already on the rooftop across the street, and he and Tim grapple up to him. Once they're on the roof, Dick sets down a still violently angry Damian, who's brushing himself off and cursing in another language as he stomps a few feet away from Dick. "Cmon Robins." Dick swings his arm over Jason's shoulder. "Let's get home." He yawns, the sun is already beginning to rise, and they hear sirens getting close as they leave the scene.

The next night their patrols are covered, and they stay inside, counting down the last three hours until it wears off. Dick eats dinner with Tim and Alfred, the others sprawled around the house somewhere, all waiting it out.

When the curse lifts there's a chorus of groans in relief. Dick and Damian are already back in sweats and a sweater, having changed into something comfortable so that would be what they were wearing when it did wear off, whereas Tim never even bothered to change, so he's still in his Red Robin gear, typing away at his laptop. Dick mentions changing and Tim waves him off, saying he'll get to it. Dick smiles and stretches, wanting to go to sleep, but as he sees Damian sketching and Tim working away, something nags at him, and makes him walk the direction away from his room.

Jason is in the study Dick knew he would be in. He's sitting in the arm chair, staring out the window as the rain patters against it. He's still in his Red Hood gear, helmet sat atop the table. "Hey little wing." Dick says softly, walking further into the room, but keeping a few feet between them. "I'm fine Dickbird." Jason scoffs, Dick hums, shifting his weight. "I was so caught up about it being my Robin suit." Dick says, and Jason sighs, turning so his back is completely to him. "I forgot it was yours too." His voice is softer now, Jason doesn't respond, Dick watches him intently, unable to tell anything just by looking at the back of his head. "I'm sorry, for treating it like a joke, for encouraging us patrolling like that, I didn't think we'd be recognized, I..I didn't think at all." He stares at his feet for a moment, feeling guilt creeping up his spine. "I could've pushed harder against it." Jason's response startles him, and he looks up again, Jason's still facing away from him, but he responded, that was a start.

"It was nice to be Robins together for a night." He sighs, and Dick has to fight back a smile, waiting to see if he's going to say anything else. "It was a lot to be in it again at first. Couldn't stop remembering the last time I wore that suit was when I died." His voice is softer now, Dick holds his breath. "But I saw how happy it made you, and Tim and Dami really did look cute in it. It wasn't so bad." He sighs, turning to glance at Dick. "I still should've checked on you, and I'm sorry I didn't. Good thing it's over now." Dick tries to lighten the mood, Jason shrugs. "It was nice to be Robin with you Dickhead." He hums, and Dick smiles warmly, walking over and hugging him, despite Jason's complaints and pushing against him. "It was nice to be Robin with you. I know I wasn't so nice back then, but I feel different now, it was actually really nice to see all of us, to see the Robin we used to be, to see what Robin has become." He hums, and Jason nods. "The Robin you used to be, it's all because of you." He murmurs, blushing as Dick hugs him tighter.

"You're still my Robin Jay, always will be." He sighs, finally letting him go from the hug, despite still smiling as Jason rolls his eyes. "Alright well I'm glad you got your two nights of enjoyment, you'll never catch me without pants again." Jason huffs, shuddering as he pats his thighs, where the jean fabric covers them. "Good idea, grown men don't rock it like little kids do." Dick smiles as they walk out of the study, Damian and Tim are still lounging in the sitting room, and Alfred steps out of the kitchen, smiling as he sees them. "Well my boys, you've survived your little spell, I thought you deserved a treat for being so brave." Alfred teases, bringing out a tray of cookies. "You're a god send Alf." Jason sighs, flopping down on the couch and taking a plate of cookies for himself. Neither Damian or Tim look up as they're handed some, and Dick sits on Jason's legs, thanking Alfred. "You're heavy." Jason complains, getting one leg free and kicking him. "You're heavier." Dick mocks, sitting back and turning the tv on. "And you're stuck now so we're watching a movie." He hums, earning grumbles of protest, but nobody actually fights him.

"What're we watching?" Bruce's voice startles them, and he sneaks a cookie from Tim's plate. "Still deciding." Dick replies, mouth full. "Well I can say I'm glad to see you all in your normal outfits, Tim why are you still suited up?" Bruce asks, eyebrows furrowed as Tim shrugs. "Didn't bother to change, didn't matter when I could only wear one thing." He replies, not looking up from his work. "Well, I enjoyed seeing you guys as Robin. It was bittersweet to see you in it again." Bruce smiles warmly at Dick, who smiles as well. "It felt nice to be Robin again, even for just a few days. Never thought we'd all get to be Robin together." He says, nudging Damian with his foot, who scoffs and shoves him away. "When you all weren't attempting to stab one another, it was enjoyable to see you all as Robin again." Alfred adds, walking over toward the mantle, "it's not like we were de-aged, I was a grown man in a leotard." Jason grumbles. "But you were Robin." Alfred says, setting a picture frame down, before walking away. Dick has finally chose a movie and watched it load up as they all glance at the mantle, seeing a new picture none of them saw even be taken, four Robins standing together, Bruce in the corner smiling at them. Batman and his Robins, Bruce and his sons.

Even as the mantle passes down, they will always be Robin.

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this was sooo fun to write thank you for the request!! I love my Robin boys and their brother dynamic <3 hope you enjoyed!!

[michuga]

turkish coffee

summary: there is a custom in turkey of adding salt instead of sugar to the coffee of the suitor who visits your home to ask for your hand. imagine jeongguk's surprise when he takes a sip of the coffee his soon-to-be-dear-wife made him, to be met with.. salt? or what is a little salt in return for marrying the love of your life?

pairing: jeongguk x reader (interethnic rs)

content: korean boyfriend visits your home to ask for your hand in marriage, requesting a place in your very turkish family. sickeningly cute, i love this sm.

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex

wc: 1k

a/n: hope y'all don't get sick of me.. i finally finished exams and i love writing little drabbles like these ㅠㅠ enjoy!

you can hardly believe it; you’re buzzing with nerves. tonight, your boyfriend is finally meeting your parents to ask for your hand in marriage.

it feels surreal, you never thought you'd see the day. on jeongguk time, one day is an entire year. after four (and very rewarding, of course,) years of dating, this is nothing short of a miracle.

you can't say it's been easy. dating someone outside of your culture has been.. a whirlwind, to say the least. some jokes would get lost in translation, traditions needed to be learned, mannerisms getting used to..

but it didn't matter when it came to jeongguk. nothing mattered when it came to him. you were willing to learn the entire history of korea, if need be. he wouldn't even have to ask you to, the very prospect of being able to understand him wholly burned you blue. you knew there was only so much you can learn about a person outside of their culture, their heritage, their roots.. you wanted to know him inside out.

in fact, you would crawl into his skin if physically possible. but that's besides the point.

as for your parents, they were on the fence at first, but they came around. you knew they were only looking out for you; in the best way they knew how to.

when you hear the doorbell ring, you jolt. seated on your vanity chair, you take one last look at your reflection.

your hair is done up, simple makeup enhancing your features and beautiful jewelry adorning your body.

and of course, the star of the show, your dress.

you wear a satin maxi dress, elegant and timeless.

here goes nothing.

walking out your bedroom door, you spot your father motioning jeongguk inside your living room.

your boy looked dashing. you didn't think it possible for a human being to look so other-wordly; it's like he gets better looking every time you see him.

all done up in a black turtleneck and slacks, he was dressed to the nines and ready to impress.

your heart melts. he knew how important this was, and you had no doubt he wanted to do his absolute best for you.

you and jeongguk knew everything about eachother. there was simply no room for secrets in your relationship; you knew him like the back of your hand.

there is one thing you haven't told him, though.

a certain.. custom in turkey.

you add salt instead of sugar to the coffee of the suitor who visits your home to ask for your hand. it's a custom that's been carried on for centuries, the bride-to-be and her parents being in on it.

the act of drinking the salted-coffee demonstrates the groom’s patience, tolerance, and willingness to endure challenges in the marriage.

failing to drink the coffee or reacting negatively however, might be seen as a lack of patience or commitment. the bride’s family could take note of his reaction as a sign of his personality, or how he might handle challenges in marriage.

you would be lying if you said you weren't a little worried. your parents were a wild card.

so when you get up to obey your father when he tells you to make them coffee, you brace yourself.

buzzing with anticipation, you prepare 4 cups of coffee.

sugar, sugar, sugar, salt.

you just hope he doesn't get mad. oh god, what if he spits it out in front of your parents? that'll be a hard one to come back from. you're not as fickle, but your dad will surely lose all respect for him.

slowly coming out of the kitchen, tray in hand, you walk back over to the living room.

you lean to place the tray down, locking eyes with jeongguk, who sits right in front of you.

"thank you, love," he coos with adoration, immediately getting up to take the tray from your hands and help you set it down.

you smile lovingly in return, taking your seat on the opposite site.

and you watch in anticipation.

a few minutes pass, and nothing happens. you breathe in, out.

jeongguk makes small talk with your mother, slowly bringing the small porcelain cup to his lips. finally, show time.

he takes a sip.

gaze catching yours; he stares directly at you.

one second, two seconds pass..

and then he gulps.

tight smile plastered across his face, he shifts his focus back to your mother, picking up their conversation. as if nothing happened.

did he just..

in awe, you keep watching him. surely he has to give some sort of reaction? you wouldn't blame him; god knows you would have thrown up had it been you!

but nothing.

minute after the next, he drinks more and more, finally finishing his cup and placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

no more tricks up your sleeve, you finally focus on the conversation unfolding in front of you.

and the night went on.

"it was so nice meeting you, mom and dad. i look forward to planning the engagement," jeongguk says, the evening finally coming to end.

he continues, "and thank you darling, for the delicious coffee. bless your delicate hands."

with a subtle smirk only you notice, he takes a hold of your hand and brings it up to his lips, to kiss.

"you look beautiful, by the way," he whispers in your ear.

your parents bid him goodbye, closing the door after him.

"i'm impressed," your dad starts. "i didn't think korean boy had it in him, to be honest with you," he says with an amused chuckle.

"you've gotta give it to the kid. when i tried that with your father, the poor guy's face turned beet red! killed us all of laughter," your mother adds, reminiscing. "a real catch you got there."

"come on now, it wasn't that bad.." your dad says with a roll of his eyes, huffing in disbelief.

"you pushed that cup so far away from you it almost fell off the coffee table! yeah, right."

as your parents bicker back and forth, you retreat to your room with a besotted smile. you can't believe he did it either.

you are sooooooooooo going to fuck his brains out.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Related to our latest posts + some other shorter ones!

thestarlightfae asked:

Hi Ryu! Hi Katsu! Do you two happen to have a timeline for Vil? By timeline, I mean which of his designs correspond with which ages. Thanks!

Hi hi!

It’s kind of vague, to be honest; the only thing that’s been concrete from the start in our posts is that younger Vil probably had shorter hair. And then we usually jump straight to the freshman!Vil, and with him I am kind of inconsistent; my earlier comics and drawings of him have him with pretty much the same hairstyle that he has now (w/o his bun and his crown though), but these days I draw him with shorter hair as well. For some reason, I like this better than freshman!Vil having very long hair…

I also like to think that Vil only started braiding his hair during his 3rd year at NRC, to give himself more of a regal matriarch look?? But that’s just an idea I’m playing with in my head. In fact, I think the best way to describe it would be to imagine Vil having all kinds of haircuts throughout the years because there is no way he wouldn’t want to play around with this. But what I think and what I draw are two different things…

It’s just like with Crewel. I want his younger self to experiment with hairstyles a lot, but always end up drawing the same one lol

Anonymous asked:

ive seen malleus depicted as a shota, i think thats my favorite of the cast to shotafy next to idia. your thoughts?

Honestly, all of them are great, ever since that one ask I keep thinking about shota versions as the next birthday cards theme, it would be so cool lol

But yeah, Malleus’ upbringing was very complicated, and he looks very cute when he is still clearly very young, but already has this air of a prince about him. Not to mention all the potential difficulties growing up as a little dragon ahem………… I think I draw him this way pretty often, but I should do it more lol

I also love drawing Vil and Ortho and the Tweels and Azul and Rook; I think those are the ones I draw the most. Oh! Sebek and Silver as well.

originalblossomer asked:

Hi! I love your art very much! In fact, I love it so much, I registered on Bluesky exclusively to see more of you. I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you. Lots of love!💗💗

Ahhh this is so sweet!! Thank you so much for your kindness!! I hope you keep enjoying my stuff, and I’ll sure as hell keep posting hehe.

Anonymous asked:

Hello! I have to say that, even if i don't really support some of your ideas/ships, i've to admit that your artwork it's simply gorgeous and they inspire me as an artist. My question is, is there any ship that it's just a big no? Or that you find overrated that it just doesn't have any appeal :0?

Thank you so much, Anon! I’m glad that my stuff could inspire you in any way, that’s very cool to hear.

I don’t want anyone to feel bad, so that’s just my personal opinion and I know people who like those pairings follow me, but I really really really don’t care for Leona/Vil and Trey/Jade. There are a lot of Leona ships in general that I don’t really care for, but somehow Leona/Vil squicks even more than Malleus/Leona does.

Anonymous asked:

dont know if this is unpopular but i dont care at all about grim. i love the boys and that's what im there for. grim is a forgettable mascot to me. interested to hear any other takes.

We didn’t really care for Grim at first too, but during our rewatch started to appreciate him more, to be honest. He is not all that bad, and he is kind of cute sometimes.

To be honest, I kind of forget that he and/or Yuu exist a lot of times lol But I like Grim! Especially when he lowers his ears all sadly…

Anonymous asked:

I really love how sharp you draw rook's eyes, very pretty ❤️

Ahh thank you so much!!! <3 I love drawing his eyes! Hehehe

Anonymous asked:

For twst who has piercings and where?

Actually replied here!

Now the art-related asks, starting with the ones about the ADeuce drawing from yesterday:

Anonymous asked:

It look so… peaceful, no sex or anything erotic, only two pal doing homework .… at 2 a.m ?!

Maybe this is why Ace looks so done… he had other plans, but Deuce’s been doing his homework for hours now… it’s so late already and it’s still not over lol

Anonymous asked:

Where the collar? Eh?

THAT’S WHY IT’S TAKING THIS LONG! Poor Deuce is just waiting for Ace to leave so he can put his collar on and finally focus!!

Wow, these two aren’t getting anywhere huh They have a long night ahead of them…

Anonymous asked:

What his skin make of, silicon?

Probably! Very soft one, very pleasant to the touch.

Anonymous asked:

Ortho and Vil are so cute <3 love this little interaction! Ortho has the squishiest cheeks for someone without actual cheeks

Thank you, Anon <3 Ortho absolutely does have the squishiest cheeks! Vil should poke them and squish them as a stress toy lol

Anonymous asked:

OHH RYYYYYYYUUU! That shota jackvil is so GOOD! 💚 and I'm really in love with the way you draw shota Vil 👀💚.

Thank you so much, Anon!! I am happy you like it! <3

Vil is a little charmer lol I love drawing him being a sassy little guy that doesn’t quite fit in with the “normal” boys…

Anonymous asked:

I love how you draw azuls hair, It looks supper fluffy. Like if i were to touch it it would just spring back like memory foam type of fluff.

Thank you so much, Anon!! <3 I feel like I have good and bad days with Azul’s hair… so I am very happy it looks good!

The texture of the memory foam though, this is such a good way to describe it…

Anonymous asked:

Sometime, we don't need sex, just something wholesome like a nerd kiss a crystal star.

Facts.

It’s all about the contrasts…. For now this cute nerd can look wholesome in this outfit <3 For now.

Anonymous asked:

Those armpits.

I have serious problem

You’re not alone, Anon, the stargazer outfit is insane.

Anonymous asked:

That one hell goddess!!

If that was the goddess of Hell… I wouldn’t mind believing in it….

Anonymous asked:

There more you can kiss

This is why Idia didn’t go ask for those wishes in person, because people would start listing things that he can kiss.

Anonymous asked:

Mhmmm, pizza boy… i mean pizza. Yeah, pizza

The boy is also there! And he is waiting for his tip!

Anonymous asked:

*insert SpongeBob meme about the pizza here*

Also if that pizza isn't good, jade better be giving some other sort of food to make up for it.

Oh, he has some mushrooms in a bag in his pocket, do you want some? He wouldn’t mind sharing~

Anonymous asked:

After Lady Floyd we have Jade the delivery man

Anonymous asked:

Blessing us with fem tweels in separate accounts.. i can't thank you enough 🙏🏻

Thank you for appreciating the ladies, Anons <3 And Jade the delivery man lol

It was actually a coincidence, that Jade from the locked acc was supposed to be posted much earlier than that, but the timing ended up being perfect lol

I am glad you’re enjoying it!

Anonymous asked:

I don't know, Leona being too lazy to jerk off, yeah, that sounds so right to me... like so entirely correct...

I don't even have further thoughts on that, it's just like... yeah, that's true

(related to a reply from a week ago)

lol being lazy is art… not just anyone could get this lazy, you know…

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Not me witnessing the cutest moment ever between a mom and her kid out in public that automatically made me think of Maddie interacting with her boys in a similar manner.

I'm putting it under Read More just in case it gets a bit lengthy.

I didn't hear the full conversation, but I was sitting in a little food area in the mall when I heard them talking. They were sitting diagonally from me a distance away, but I could still pick up on a bit of the conversation they had.

Basically, the son wanted some of the mom's cookies that she had bought, even asking if he could have one after he was done eating. Of course, she said no and replied with, "I bought this for me, okay? You have sweets at home."

"But I like those kind too!"

"I said no, finish your food."

Now, at that point, I thought the kid was going to start whining, possibly start a tantrum of sorts due to her telling him no. Much to my surprise, all he does is stare her for a moment, suddenly leans back in his chair, and crosses his arms with a semi-serious face.

"Fine, then I'm not talking to you anymore."

The mom looks up from her phone and looks unamused at him, to which he turns his nose up at her and looks away, as if to say, "You aren't worthy of my attention" or something. It was pretty funny ngl.

I'm guessing this sort of thing has happened before, due to her rolling her eyes, sighing and moving her chair a bit closer to try and look at him, only for him to switch to the other side and refusing to look at her, which is when they were facing more in my direction.

I couldn't hear what she was saying at that point cause she was talking softly to him, to which he still didn't respond to her and was looking at the ground instead.

So the mom just moved her chair even closer and then started poking at random parts of the kid's back, neck and arms, making him twist and turn while he was still trying to keep a grumpy look on his face. She suddenly just swipes him up in her arms and starts going to town at his stomach and ribs and has this kid absolutely dying while he tries to get away.

After that, she stops and just holds him, kissing and nuzzling his hair, and he catches his breath while she's holding him.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting in my seat after witnessing the whole thing, trying not to squee from cuteness and automatically thinking, "God, this seems like a move Maddie would pull on her kids if they were doing the same thing".

Legit, I could see Sonic at most doing this, even though all three of them might pull this as well wheter it was because they wanted a treat but couldn't or something else entirely, and she just knows how to handle it by tickling them to break them out of their funky mood and it works every single time, much to their annoyance.

[canirove]

Canary boy | Chapter 9

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The plan was very simple.

Since Pedri's parents always closed the bar on Wednesdays to rest, his brother would tell them an emergency had happened and that they needed to go check it. But there would be no emergency, only Pedri waiting for them hiding behind the counter to surprise them while I filmed it all from the kitchen. 

“Pedri, can you please stop fidgeting? You are making me nervous.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry” he says. “It's just… I can't wait to see their reaction. I hope I don't give them a heart attack.”

“Oh, shut up” I say, hitting his arm. “Everything is gonna be fine, you'll see.”

“I hope so” he sighs. “Thank you for coming with me, Inés.”

“You're welcome. For the millionth time.”

“Sorry” he smiles before starting with the fidgeting again. “Fuck!” 

“Maybe you are the one who is gonna have a heart attack” I laugh after his phone pings.

“Not funny, Inés” he replies, sticking out his tongue. “It's Fer, they are almost here. They… ok” he says, taking a deep breath.

“Pedri… Pedri, hey” I say, taking his hands on mine. “Everything is gonna be fine. The plan will be a success and your parents are going to remember this day for the rest of their lives. And not because you gave them I heart attack” I say before he does.

“Yeah” he chuckles before taking another deep breath.

“Everything is gonna be fine. You can do this” I say, kissing his cheek before letting go of his hands and go hide in the kitchen. 

When I look back at him, he also is looking at me, a big smile on his face that makes my heart skip a beat (yes, it is all about hearts doing things today).

“Down, Pedri” I tell him, moving my hand so he hides behind the counter. 

“Yes, down. Hiding. Yes” he says before bending down and making me laugh. He looks so cute when he is nervous…

“I don't understand why you need us both for this” a female voice says, opening the bar’s door.

“You will when you see what the emergency is” Fer says.

“If it is that damned fridge again…” his dad says.

“Surprise!” Pedri says, jumping from behind the counter.

“Oh my God!” his mother yells, throwing herself at her husband and hugging him as if her life depended on it.

“Pedri?” he says.

“Hi!” he smiles, moving to where they are standing.

“Is he… Is he real?” 

“I am real, mum” he chuckles. “You can touch me if you want to be sure.”

“I… He's real” she says, caressing his face and looking at her husband. “Oh, my boy. You are real and you are here. You are here!”

“I'm here, mum” he says almost in a whisper before he hugs her, his dad and Fer joining them too.

“Shit” I say when I feel a tear rolling down my cheek. Have they made me emotional? They have. 

“But how?” Pedri's mum says when they break their embrace. “How were you able to travel? Did you win the lottery or something?”

“Almost” he chuckles. “I'm here thanks to a very special person. Inés!” he calls, turning to look at where I am hiding. “Inés, come here!”

It's time. It's time to meet his parents. It’s… bloody hell.

“Inés?”

“Coming!” I say, taking a deep breath and opening the kitchen's door. Why does this feel more daunting than playing at the Camp Nou? Like, it's just Pedri's parents! But they also are Pedri's parents and… 

“Mum, dad” he says when I make it to where they are standing, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer towards him. Umm…. hello? “This is Inés. Inés, these are my parents.”

“Nice to meet you” I manage to say, Pedri's hand squeezing my side as if to encourage me and tell me everything is gonna be ok. But it has probably had the opposite effect, because feeling his hand there has spread heat all over my body and…

“Nice to meet you too, Inés” his mum smiles, offering me her hand. 

“Hi” I say as I awkwardly shake it. 

“You have a lovely name.”

“Thank you.”

“I personally love it” Pedri smiles. He… ummm… what? He loves my name? 

“I think I've never met an Inés before” his dad says, also shaking my hand.

“It isn't very common, but I've been told there seem to be more little girls with this name these days” I manage to say.

“And there will be a lot more in the future, because couples will want their kids to be named after you” Pedri smiles while looking at me as if he was like… proud of me? What is going on? “Inés plays football for Barcelona's women's team, and she is one of the most promising young players.”

“You are a football player?” his dad asks me.

“I am, yes.”

“That's amazing!” he smiles.

“Is that how you met? Because of football?” his mum asks.

“We actually are classmates” I say. “Football for women doesn't fix all your problems or secures your future like can happen to men, so I wanted to have something else just in case and I kept studying.”

“Beauty and brains” Fer winks.

“And talent” Pedri adds, squeezing my side again.

“You are going to make me blush” I chuckle. Make me blush a lot more than I already am, that is.

“Just stating facts” he shrugs. “Anyway, should we celebrate that we are all here together?”

“Yes!” Fer says, walking behind the counter. “I hid this here earlier” he smirks, getting a champagne bottle and some glasses.

“You boys thought of everything, didn't you?” their mum smiles.

“We did” he says while pouring the champagne. “So, what should we toast to?” he says when he's finished and we all have our glasses. “To Pedri being back home? To his special friend making it possible?” he smirks again, looking at me. 

“To family” Pedri says.

“I like that” his mum says, raising her glass. “To family.”

“To family” we all repeat before drinking.

“Want a bit more, Inés?” Fer laughs after I drink my champagne in one go.

“Please” I nod. If I want to survive what is left of the day, and especially if Pedri is gonna keep being this touchy, cute and sweet, I'm gonna need it.

“Drink it slow, Inés. You know what can happen when you drink too fast” Pedri says, definitely remembering that first night at my apartment.

“She knows what she's doing, Pedri. She's used to drinking champagne every time Barça wins something” Fer laughs.

“You have to tell us more about your career, Inés” their dad says. “If that's ok with you.”

“Yes, of course” I smile.

“But why don't we do that while we go for a walk to the beach? There are so many places I want to show her and so little time…” Pedri says.

“And here I thought you had come to visit us” his mum says, rolling her eyes.

“I… Ummm…” he mumbles. Now he is the one blushing.

“I was just teasing you, Pedri” she laughs. “We'll have time for everything. But first, more champagne.”

“Yes, ma'am” Fer says.

“Welcome to Tenerife, Inés” she says while raising her glass, everyone else doing the same.

“Thank you” I reply as I watch them all smile and start to chat between them, Pedri's arm still around me. One that stays there when we go for that walk to the beach, his parents asking me many questions about my life and my career as a football player, while also sharing lots of anecdotes about little Pedri and making everyone laugh. Everyone but him, who just blushes or rolls his eyes.

And it keeps being there while I buy some handmade bracelets for the girls on a little stand, or when a man asks him and his dad to buy a rose for their loves, aka, me and his mum. And it continues to be there when we stop at a chiringuito to have dinner, moving from my waist to the back of my chair and sometimes caressing my shoulders or my neck, definitely making me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling while in front of this family.

But besides all that, I am feeling something else. Something new that, I'm starting to think, is happiness. A kind of happiness and pure bliss I had never experienced before because it is one you only get around a family as special and that love each other so much as Pedri's does.

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“I could go to a hotel. It's November, I'm sure they have rooms available.”

“Inés, no” Pedri's says. “You are our guest, you aren't sleeping at a hotel.”

“Then how are we going to do it?” Fer asks. 

Because we had planned how Pedri was going to surprise his parents, what we were going to do each day, the places we wanted to visit… But we hadn't thought about where I was going to be sleeping since there only are two rooms in their house: their parents', and the one he and his brother shared growing up. 

“You can always sleep on the sofa. Or with grandma” Pedri shrugs, looking at Fer.

“What have I done to deserve that?” he says. “That sofa is like a torture device, and grandma… Grandma is grandma.”

“No one is going anywhere” their mum says. “Inés will sleep on Pedri's bed, and you two will share the other one.”

“What?” they both say at the same time.

“Oh, don't look at me like that. It's not the first time you share a bed” she says. “And you both are on the small side, you'll be fine.”

“Love you too, mum” Fer replies, rolling his eyes. “But Pedri is the worst person to share a bed with. He kicks you at night, and hard. I swear he must have been a football player in another life.”

“Oh, stop complaining and go to bed already. You are opening the bar tomorrow, you have to get up early.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Goodnight, grumpy cat” his mum says, kissing his cheek.

“Goodnight, mum” Fer says before kissing her back, making her giggle and me smile like an idiot. 

“Goodnight, darling” she says, now kissing Pedri's cheek.

“Night, mum” he smiles.

“And good night, Inés. If they are too annoying, please don't hesitate and kick them out of the room. You have my blessing.”

“Thank you” I chuckle. “And thank you very much for today.”

“Thank you for bringing my boy back for such a special occasion.” 

“It's nothing, I…”

“It's everything, Inés. Thank you” she smiles, giving my arm a little squeeze and somehow making me feel very emotional. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight” I say as I watch her walk away and into her room.

“Shall we?” Pedri says while gesturing towards his room, Fer already inside.

“Wait. Is there anything you should warn me about before I go in?” I ask him.

“What?”

“Yeah, like… I don't know. Posters of half naked women, embarrassing photos, dirty underwear scattered everywhere…”

“Do you really think our mother would let us have those things in our room?” he laughs.

“I… Yeah, you are right. Though the embarrassing photos…”

“She keeps those in the photo albums. She'll probably show them all to you tomorrow.”

“Oh, wonderful! That basically is why I said yes to this trip, you know? I wanted to see photos of you as a kid with ugly outfits or while sitting on the toilet when it still was too big for you. Which probably was just before you moved to Barcelona.”

“Inés!” he gasps and laughs at the same time.

“What?” I shrug.

“Don't tease me” he says, closing the space between us. 

“I'm not teasing you.” 

“Yes, you are” he says, his face suddenly too close to mine, his eyes fixed on mine. 

Why did you start this game, Inés? Why, why, why? You always lose! 

“I… ummm…” I mumble, my face already burning.

“Pedri, I'm going to… Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt” Fer says, trying really hard to hide his smile.

“You aren't” I quickly say, taking a step back.

“Yes, you aren't” Pedri says, finally looking away. “Where are you going?”

“The bathroom.”

“I think we should let Inés go first.”

“Worried she may see how bad your aim is and that you pee outside?” Fer teases him.

“I hate you” he says before walking into the room.

“Oh, c'mon. Don't be like that, Pepi. It was just a joke!” Fer says, following him.

“Wait, Pepi?” I say behind him.

“He hasn't told you about it?”

“He has not, no.”

“Pedri! I thought you liked the nickname I have for you!”

“I'm not five anymore, Fer.”

“Maybe physically, but mentally…”

“You idiot” Pedri says before pushing his brother towards the bed and starting to do something like wrestling with him, both of them laughing.

“Ok, I think I'll leave you alone with whatever that is and go to the bathroom” I chuckle while they keep trying to hit the other.

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“Fer, you are uncovering me.”

“What? You are the one who has the bed sheets all for himself!”

“I'm not” Pedri says. “Look at my feet, they are showing! I can't sleep with cold feet!”

“I can't see shit, the lights are off!” Fer says, moving on the bed and making me fear he may break it. “Happy now?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Now what's the problem? Pedri are you… are you spooning me?” Fer complains.

“I'm not.”

“Then why is your arm around me?”

“I was just looking for a comfortable position.”

“You were…”

“Ok, enough!” I say, sitting up on my bed. “You've been arguing for the past twenty minutes, and falling asleep with that background noise is impossible.”

“Sorry, Inés” Pedri says, turning on the light.

“Fuck. Was that necessary?” Fer complains again. “Also do you see how you had the bed sheets all for yourself?”

“Guys!” I say, raising my voice and stopping them before they start arguing again.

“Sorry” they both reply.

“Pedri, come here” I say, moving to one side and opening my bed.

“What?”

“Come here. You can sleep with me.” 

Will this be a huge mistake? Probably. But at least I will get some sleep. Or not. Because having him so close…

“Inés, if my mum walks in and sees us sharing the bed…”

“Goodbye to my future nephews and nieces” Fer says, earning himself a punch from Pedri. “Ouch! Sorry.”

“She doesn't have to find out. Fer is getting up before us since he has to go open the bar, so before he leaves, he'll wake you up so you can move back to that bed.”

“But Inés, are you sure you want to… you know” Pedri says, nodding towards my bed. My bed that actually is his.

“I am. I sleep in fetal position, there will be enough space for the both of us. And like your mum said, you are on the small side” I shrug.

“She's right. Go sleep with her” Fer says, literally kicking Pedri out of the bed.

“If you don't wake me up tomorrow…”

“I will, don't worry. Goodnight, little bro. Inés” he smiles before covering himself all the way up to his neck and giving his back to us.

“Inés, I can go sleep on the sofa. It actually isn't that bad and…”

“Pedri, shut up and come here.”

“Yes, ma'am” he smirks, making me feel funny things on my stomach… and a little bit lower. Just what I needed before sharing my bed with him. Getting turned on.

“Goodnight, Pedri” I say, giving my back to him just as Fer had done and curling up in my corner of the bed.

“Goodnight, Inés” he replies, turning off the light and getting in bed next to me, laying down as if he was a mummy, stiffness included. But it doesn't last too long. 

Only a couple of minutes have passed when I feel him moving, one of his knees touching the back of my legs. I try to not move, to act as if nothing has happened. But then he moves again, and I can feel his body just centimetres away from mine, his breath tickling the back of my neck. And then, his arm moves.

Even though it isn't touching me, I can feel it around my body, kind of asking for permission to do it (because it had not been touching that very same part of my body the whole afternoon, you know?). So as a way to say yes, I stretch my legs, one of my feet touching his. And I swear it takes everything in me to not gasp when his arm finally rests around my waist, his hand looking for mine, our fingers interlacing when he finds them. 

We are almost spooning, there is only one thing left to do. And that's me moving closer towards him, towards his body. But I don't have time to think about doing it or not, because he does it for me by using the arm he has around me.

Now I can feel his chest against my back, my butt against his hips, our legs looking for a comfortable position that ends up being one of mine between his, our feet kind of hugging. But the thing that is about to send me into cardiac arrest (yes, the heart issues are still going strong), is the fact that I can feel his lips on my neck. They aren't literally there, but almost. Why did I decide to braid my hair to go to bed today? Why couldn't I let it down? Though if I had, he would have probably moved it one side to not end up eating it throughout the night, and the moment his fingers had touched my neck… No. Don't think about it, Inés. Not when he is so close to you and you have no escape.

“Goodnight, Inés” he suddenly whispers, making me feel every single syllable on my skin, the heat that it spreads over my body being so intense that I'm sure he is feeling it too.

“Goodnight, Pedri” I manage to whisper back. 

Will I get to say good morning? I'll keep you updated.

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Chapter 5: Fifth Year

“What are you doing,” Lily sputters. Something about being out here with him feels raw , like they’ve entered some sort of in-between realm. His lip twitches and he tilts his face to follow the moon. “Working.”  “Oh yeah? On what?”  “On leaving you alone.”

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In something that resembles irony, James and Severus’ apologies are practically interchangeable. 

I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know. I would never. You must understand…

Like opposite sides of the same coin, they are relentless and just as equally, she refuses to forgive them. They move on eventually, but at night she replays the events by the lake in her head on an endless loop, sometimes exchanging their roles like actors in a play: James now being hoisted into the air, Severus asking her out, James’ mouth foaming with bubbles, Severus’ sneers of delight…

Even in her dreams James never says the word, but Severus does. Over and over and over.

A new normal begins to set and the moments she would have normally spent with Severus are left cold and vacant. She starts to drink at the quidditch parties—not getting pissed, but enough to where the world looks like a numb, warm interpretation of itself. She also starts to entertain boys’ advances, their faces like black clouds rolling in and out of her life, lingering long enough to ease the solitude but not enough to make it any less hollow.

Even with a bloke’s mouth hungry and hard and real on hers, it pales to the way boggart James had kissed her likeness.

“Did you like it? The idea of me snogging you?”   

She hates that the answer is yes. 

“You're being self destructive—it’s not cute,” Marlene says one night. She leans her hands on the armrests of the sofa and looms close to Lily’s face, demanding an explanation.

“I think that’s a matter of opinion.” 

“Lily. You got detention—I didn’t even know that was possible for prefects.”

Here it comes: the shame. It creeps around her, cutting at her skin while the dull chanting which has taken up permanent residence in her thoughts now pushes to the forefront. 

Mudblood Mudblood Mudblood Mudblood

Thankfully, the fire in the common room pops like a warning shot and snaps her back.

“Don’t be dramatic–Remus gets them all the time.”

Lily might as well have become poisonous by the way Marlene rears back. Eyeing her with incredulity.

“Do you even hear yourself? Who are you?”  

It’s a good question. Probably the biggest wanker of all. 

When she does get to sleep, her dreams creep in like a noxious gas, suffocating her until she gasps awake. They always start simple: flashes by the lake, blood flowing from James’ cheek, the word mudblood pulsing through the ground like a tremor. Then, things get weird: James’ blood becomes a wet, pasty brown; a plastic medical tube rises from Snape’s mouth. Each dream ends when her wand arm is replaced with a sickly, pock-marked one which James eyes with a sadness she knows too well.

“Have you tried muggle psychology?” Pandora hums while subbing for Remus on their patrols. If she questions his absences as much as she does, they never address it.

“Muggles are quite brilliant, actually. Xeny is adamant that their dream interpretation is just as good as any seer’s—”

The ever present chant of mudblood softens to let her sister’s voice enter. “You’re both just freaks who deserve to rot in a mental hospital,” she had said while her and Severus bent over a potions book at the kitchen table. She wonders if St. Mungos also has padded rooms where nutters bang at the walls. 

“You should try talking to them,” Pandora sighs.

“Who?”

“The dreams—they might talk back.”

But talking to dream James sounds just as horrifying as speaking to the real one. Once he stopped trying to apologize he kept his distance, only interacting with her when it was absolutely necessary. Sometimes she would catch his eyes on her before flitting off in some other direction. She hated that too— how her loneliness made her want his gaze to linger just a bit longer.

“Alright Evans?”

Unlike the various other times she has found him out after curfew over the year, he doesn’t even attempt to hide, calling out to her when she steps into the dark corridor. Something silken shimmers from his back pocket, then disappears.

“Y’know, I thought you were smarter than showing yourself to a prefect after hours.” 

His lips twitch, but a smile doesn’t appear.

“So you still think I’m smart, then.”

Her blood pressure rises so fast she becomes dizzy but she can’t make the same mistake of letting her anger surge again.

“Detention, Potter. Next week.”

She wishes he would whine like a child, maybe get on his knees and beg for forgiveness— something so she can know that he feels the pain that has taken up every square meter of her soul. Instead, he just turns, heading back into the darkness.

“As you wish, Evans.”

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That night she doesn’t dream of the lake incident at all, but of an ornate oak bed surrounded by a vast forest. James sits at the foot, smiling at her with the same broad, cracking grin she’s known since first year. His arms are outstretched and open for her and without hesitation she goes.

The trees sway overhead, casting trickles of light onto the bed spread. He takes her head in both hands and starts to kiss her, every press of his lips slipping her farther and farther away from the scene until, just like with the boggart, she is a spectator again to her own pleasure.

Now, dream Lily’s hands sweep into his hair, grabbing at the roots and tugging until something sprouts from the top of his head. They shoot through his thick curls like sturdy trunks: antlers. As they grow and twist, her hands latch onto them and bring him back for another kiss—then another and another until he pulls back and looks straight into real Lily’s eyes, irises a brilliant shining gold. 

Suddenly, it’s her in his arms again and she can feel the heat of his skin, the press of his lips, the tug of his fingers. The racks curl around her body like a protective cage and he holds her so close his breath rolls onto her cheek. She doesn’t even need to ask, he speaks on his own:

“Don’t worry, I’m still waiting.”

* * * *

She imagined detention being bad, but not torture.

“...Evans?”

Fucking hell. 

The color drains out of her face and the unmistakable clench of devil’s snare shoots up to curl around her heart. James stands in front of her at the treeline of the Forbidden Forest, a giant metal bucket swinging idly in his hand. 

“Hagrid got called away but he says we need to collect Flobberworms for the potion’s classroom reserve.”

She waits for his signature lazy half grin or at the very least an amused glint in his eye but neither come. Instead, he just blinks at her with disinterest, the bucket clanking on his thigh.

“Right. Well, let's get this over with then.”

She can’t help but feel hurt by his tone—like the idea of standing in a dangerous forest at night–with her– couldn’t be any more boring. Turning on his heel, he bounds into the thicket of trees and quickly becomes indistinguishable, the faint outline of his body growing smaller by the second.

“Potter—wait.”

She runs after him, her own bucket clanking at her side. James doesn’t stop, one hand shoved deep in his pocket while the other swings his pail like a child from a fairy tale. It would be almost cute if the circumstances weren’t so mortifying on multiple levels. 

“Potter! Jesus Christ— slow down!”

He doesn’t. Surely he hasn’t had enough detentions to know the forest this well. He twists his way through the brush, knowing where every thorn bush or poisonous vine lies waiting in their path. He’s light and quick on his feet too, able to find careful footing even in the most treacherous terrain. If she didn’t know any better, she would call it instinctual.

“They must be out there with him somehow,” Severus had said during one of the many conspiracy tirades about Remus over the years. “They are up to something—probably think they are so smart too, but I’m gonna sort it out.”

“James—for Merlin’s sake…”

He stops abruptly and his body stiffens. She stops too, eyes darting around the thick expanse of the wood. 

“What is it? Did you see somethi—?”

“You called me James,” he interrupts, voice sharp.

It's the first time he has looked at her all evening and she is thankful for the darkness. Her cheeks are on fire.

“What?”

“You called me James—just now. You never do that.”

Some moonlight breaches the edge of a cloud and the light trickles through the treeline to dance against their silhouettes, littering patterns on the forest floor.

Wait, where have I seen this?

“Well, you weren’t slowing down,” she says, dismissive. The weight of his stare pierces her and she shifts uncomfortably. His glasses refract the moonlight like beams. 

“Right.”

When he begins moving again, his steps are noticeably slower. They make it to a clearing that is cut by a small creek and the trees thin out enough to see the Scottish mountains looming in the distance. The speckled lights from Hogsmeade twinkle like fallen, collected stars.

With a groan, James throws his pail down and lays next to the creek, propping himself on his elbows. He tilts his head up to the sky and closes his eyes, letting the moonlight wash over him. It’s the calmest he’s ever been around her. 

“What are you doing,” Lily sputters. Something about being out here with him feels raw , like they’ve entered some sort of in-between realm. His lip twitches and he tilts his face to follow the moon.

“Working.” 

“Oh yeah? On what?” 

“On leaving you alone.”

It shoots a zap through her spine, cold and dark through her bones.

“Well, we are supposed to be collecting flobberworms,” she bites, “We’re serving detention, remember?”

His jaw twitches. “Don’t worry we will—but the night is young, Evans. Might as well enjoy it.” 

A long silence falls. She shifts her weight, turning her head every so often in the direction of a rustle in the distance. It’s the longest she has ever seen James go without making a sound—the quiet somehow more irritating than the endless nonsense he is prone to spewing on a daily basis. For once—maybe ever—she wishes he would say something. 

“So–what did you do?”

Perhaps he’s a mind reader.

“I thought you were leaving me alone,” she spits. She crosses her arms over her chest and her bucket thunks against her stomach. It gets a smile out of him—a measly curve of the lip. 

“I said I was working on it—c’mon Evans. It’s a beautiful night and we have hours to kill. Regale me with your tales of debauchery.”

She takes a long heaving sigh. It would be shocking that he hadn’t already heard what happened from the insatiable cycle of Hogwarts gossip but that’s not the point.

He wants to hear it from you.

“I hexed someone.”

His lips twitch, a grin threatening to make an appearance.

“Lucky bloke—how’d he get such an honor?”

“ She— Narcissa Black if we are going to be specific.”

It makes James bolt upward, a hand taking a sharp pass through his hair. Maybe he didn’t know.

“No shit,” he whistles. His unbridled appreciation makes her flush, “If you weren’t my dream girl before— wow.” 

It comes out before he even realizes it. She can feel her face burning again and the devil’s snare on her heart gives a violent squeeze. 

Embarrassed, he turns away and clears his throat, absently brushing the bottom of his trousers.

“I mean–what did she do?”

Again, the dull chanting rises. Mudblood mudblood mudblood mudblood mudblood.

“Nothing my ex-best friend hasn’t already done.”

All the joy that had lifted onto James’ face sinks in an instant. 

“Well—you’d think they’d learn to be more creative at this rate, eh.”

They sit in silence again and she’s sure he can feel it too—the topic neither of them want to broach looming like a hippogriff. The thought of rehashing it again and with him brings bile to her throat. Some Gryffindor you are.

“And you? Blow up any good toilets?” She deflects. 

James turns to her, confused. “Me? Evans, you gave this detention.”

Goddammit, I did. 

He stands and the way the moonlight twists around the lines in his features creates a whole other type of twisting inside her stomach. 

“As much as I hate to say it, I think it’s time to do our penance Miss Evans.”

For the first time that night, his tone is lighter, almost normal. He picks up his bucket and gives it a hearty clank against hers, causing some birds to startle. Humming under his breath, he lopes his way to the other side of the clearing, crossing the rushing creek with ease. 

“There’s loads of the buggers over this way. I think someone tried to plant a sort of garden back here at some point with no luck—sorry bastards.”

She catches up, trying to follow the pattern his feet took to cross the jagged rocks of the creek. 

“And how do you know all this? Do you come out here a lot?” 

He doesn’t turn around, but his shoulders stiffen. “Nah...just some stuff I’ve picked up—ah, here we go!”

He leads them into another small clearing where curling leaves litter the ground in small round clumps. What is left of the cabbage patch is infested with flobberworms—dozens writhing on every leaf to chew tiny holes into the lettuce. James gets to work, carefully ripping off pieces of leaves and shaking the insects into his bucket. They drop making a soft, satisfying thump as they start filling up. 

While he works, she can’t help but watch him—the moonlight flowing through the strands of untidy hair until they form a glowing disc that reminds her of a renaissance painting. It feels impossible to meld the image in front of her with the boy who has tormented her for years. His head whips up and the gold in his eyes flickers in her direction— another flash of deja vu. 

“Now don’t tell me you are going to make me do all the work—not that I don’t deserve it,” James calls. 

Heaving a sigh, she goes to the other side of the row and begins shaking flobberworms into her bucket, trying to control the urge to watch him again.

“This must be the dream for you Evans.”

She looks up to catch his gaze. This time he’d been watching her. 

“Why do you say that?”

“Don’t you remember? I found you absolutely covered in these things’ guts back in third.”

Of course she remembers. It was maybe one of the most embarrassing moments of her life. 

“Those were slug bits—and it wasn’t intentional. I was….”

Pathetic. An idiot. Absolutely obsessed with you. 

“ —upset.”

Just like that everything shifts again—all the bad blood between them that has been culminating since third year pouring out onto the cold earth.

His eyes drag across her face, an intensity darkening his irises.

“What do you want from me, Evans?” 

Nothing. Everything.

“Potter...” she begins, but he cuts her off, voice sharp.

“No–I’m serious. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I’ve tried apologising and you won’t listen—hell, I’ve tried spilling my heart to you and you won’t listen either. I’m not expecting you to be all chummy with me, but I need something.”

She rears back, fingers trembling against the handle of her bucket. Spilled his heart? When?

He must be mistaken. All of the times they have ever talked he has only been arrogant and entitled. Sure, he had asked her out (twice!) but neither instances could have been serious…could they? 

No, both times he was just caught up. Once with the rumor, then with the boggart. He doesn’t actually care about you. 

But he is still waiting—and, by the looks of it, is willing to wait forever.

"Eat one.”

She points down at the writhing expanse of flobberworms in the garden, trying to keep her voice steady. And you thought he was immature.

He rears back, from shock or disgust or amusement, she can’t really tell. 

“Excuse me?”

“Go on, eat a flobberworm. Then I’ll accept your stupid apology.”

He looks down into the bucket where at least a hundred writhe on top of each other like a mass of black muck. When he looks back up, his eyes glitter in amusement.

She hates how it still makes her heart swoop.

“But—these are living creatures, Evans,” he whines, “Fruit of the earth! My dad’s potions business would be nothing without these little dudes—I’m practically obligated to show them respect.” 

She’s smiling too, she can’t help it—it's just so dumb but so perfect. If he wants to act like a child all the time, then let punishment fit the crime. 

“Don’t care. Eat the flobberworm Potter or I’ll die angry with you.”

A real smile now, a dastardly, confident one. 

“Well, when you put it like that.”

He reaches into the bucket and pulls one out, the slime of its two mouths leaving a line of mucus trailing out of the pail. He shoots her a challenging smirk and tilts his head back, opening his mouth wide while the worm dangles dramatically high in the air. 

Her heart speeds up—not from the dare, but how impossibly good he looks despite it all. The arch of his eyebrow, the glint in his eye, the moonlight in his hair…everything together along with that disgusting flobberworm makes it a confusing image she simply isn’t ready to unpack. 

His hand twitches to let it drop and Lily lurches forward, making a sound that is neither shriek nor laugh. Satisfaction surges across his face.

“No, Christ Potter. Don’t do it, I take it back.”

He brings his hand down with a laugh—a bright, beautiful one that rips right through time and brings her back to every moment she’s ever heard it. 

Giving her a triumphant grin, he leans in towards his palm and coos to the worm.

“Well little guy, we are both very lucky Evans is forgiving.”

A laugh bubbles up and she lets herself go, clenching her stomach for air. It feels freeing—something she was certain she wasn’t going to feel until she got back home in the summer, maybe not even then. She can feel James staring and looks up to find his gaze soft and glassy. 

“You were really going to do that to stop me being upset with you,”she says, laughter still tingling in her voice.

“Er, yes?” Even in the moonlight, his blush is unmistakable.

“It means that much to you?”

What she really means goes unsaid: Do I mean that much to you?

“I told you I would do anything,” he says simply, dropping the worm back into the bucket. He is all smiles again, his eyes eager and full. 

But he doesn’t care about you, remember?

“So, are we good?”

Are they?

But he doesn’t wait for a response, taking a step towards her until he is in arm's length. It’s the closest he’s been since the lake—since maybe the day in third where he rounded her up against the wall. Even after all these years, the flutter of wings awaken in her stomach.

“Well, if we are, I want to propose something to you, but I need you to give me the floor—and before you say I talk too much already, I’ll try to keep it short and to the point.”

All she can do is blink at him, his closeness mixed with the words coming out of his mouth making her brain feel like jelly. 

“I want us to start over—you know–a blank slate.”

“Blank…slate?”

“Yeah, Blank slate. Tabula Rasa, new beginnings, a fresh start—whatever you want to call it, Evans. I want that. ”

She tries to hold back a blush, but it’s impossible. She should tell him to bugger off—to take his smile and eagerness and especially the moonlight in his hair somewhere far away from her. 

But she won’t.

“I never pegged you as a French philosophy sort of bloke,” is all she says, the attempt at humor betrayed by a tremble in her voice. 

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises.”

Something shifts between them and the air suddenly becomes warm, the wind even blowing humid against her face. How much closer would they need to be to embrace like the boggart version of themselves? Centimeters? 

“And what does this blank slate entail then, hm?”

Instead of responding, he moves abruptly and she has to steady herself not to stumble forward, unaware she had begun leaning towards him. He walks a few meters away and taking a big breath, he turns back to face her. His smile is as bright as any star. 

“Hello there. I’m James Fleamont Potter.”

He approaches her, arm outstretched for a handshake. Her heart thuds against her ribcage and she eyes his hand warily, arching an eyebrow. 

“Fleamont?”

Impossibly, he smiles wider. “We’ve just met and you are insulting my middle name? If you weren’t so beautiful and charming I would be offended.”

“Potter.” 

He just laughs and gives his outstretched hand a little shake, urging her to grasp it. 

“C’mon Evans, humor me."

She should hate him for it—how bloody chuffed he is to play this charade. Hesitant, she grasps his hand and his fingers curl around hers like a protective cage. 

Like a vision, dream James’ voice rings sharp into her memory.

Don’t worry, I’m still waiting.

“I’m Lily Marie Evans.”

His eyes blaze, gold and green twisting even in the darkness.

“A pleasure meeting you here amongst the flobberworms.”

After they shake, she feels James hesitation. His eyes glued to their hands. 

“There—blank slate."

But it's not is it? It's a truce.

The beating of wings start to take up her insides. Dropping her hand, he starts to busy himself with his bucket, taking one last batch of flobberworms from a lettuce leaf and shaking them into the pail. When he comes back to her, she can tell he has been blushing. 

“We should get back—Hagrid probably thinks we got mauled out here.”

Again, he is so close—closer, she realizes, than she has ever wanted any of those blokes she wasted her time with to be to her. His eyes keep flickering down to her hand then back up to her face and a small part of her thinks they are thinking the same thing. 

“Hey James—”

At the sound of his first name, he flushes. A grin spreading so quick it's infectious. It’s a white flag. An acceptance of friendship.

“Yeah Lily?” 

“It’s a beautiful night, can we just sit here for a while longer?”

Not a grin, but something bigger. Something so joyful, she’s sure he is the only one capable of it.

“That’s very forward for you to ask seeing we just met,” he teases, slamming his bucket down on the forest floor.

“But I guess I’ll permit it—since you asked nicely.

[my-memed-tw-adventures]

Book 4 — Chapter 3

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Boi you think that’s all for Ruggie? I mean, fair assumption but he’s got gram gram to feed man.

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The children! The street children! Ruggie playing big brother to them all. It’s adorable. And yus gram gram gotta eat good too. Bye Ruggie!

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*coughtsunderecough* Nope! Tell us all about your precious cacti Jack. No way you only got one there.

I love that for Ruggie. And Jack explaining it all to us is just showing off his admiration for him. It's adorable.

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Damn Grim 😂 I mean, if he grew up lacking in food it only makes sense that he’d wanna help kids dealing with the same shit. Ruggie likes his food but he ain’t selfish unlikesomepeople

Leonaaaaaaaa! Nice to see you sirrrr. My eyes have been blessed this day.

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God this man. One kid, bitch we know you taking about Cheka. Just bring the child here, I shall happily take care of him. Cheka is the most adorable little thing.

And yeah of course he doesn’t need anything here. He rich. He’s got plenty of shit. Mans probably wouldn’t care for most of his stuff if it disappeared. Wish any of us could say the same. I literally just got my first smartphone over here. So like Leona, care to share your number? Hmmmmmm?

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I MEAN MOOD THO. Fuck work for school breaks. It’s called a break for a goddamn reason. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to do our school work between dumping wood and feeding ourselves and praying Ramshackle's roof doesn't cave in.

Also Jack, don't call me out like that

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CATER PLEASE GIVE MORE LORE ABOUT YOUR SISTERS! WHAT YOU MEAN BY RUN RAGGED?! I NEED DETAILS!

Also bro what you mean Trey's family runs one of those. Haven't you'll been like besties for 3 years now? Surely you know this shit. And like I'm sure he'd take cute small Trey siblings and baking over whatever drama happens at his house.

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RIDDLE BABY! He is not okay. Poor boi. Riddle, send a sign and we will murder. We got a phone now, one text and the bitch will die 100% guarantee. Rip to his poor mouth when he's home. Wonder what disgusting shit she'll cook up for winter holiday feasts.

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All the luck. You've got this, comrade! 🫡

Also man, Trey got the ban from the house? I suppose that's fair seeing as he's got all the sugary sweets. Would Riddle even be able to go to the store with his mom breathing down his neck? I have my doubts

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YESSSS FLOYD RIDDLE CONTENT FOR THE WIN! Floyd, we may need you on stand by for murderous purposes, just in case ya know. May need some manslaughter up in here. For Goldfishie!

Masterlist

[faunandfloraas]

Ur latest Felix tags reminded me I'm a nosy nosy bitch so, if u wouldn't mind: fave skz haircolour (style too if u want) for everyone?

Ough... Okay

Chan: Dark brown. Curly. It'll always be elite to me BUT I still would love love love to see him grow it out a little longer... lil beach vibes maybe. Or sleazy mullet... just to see. Regardless dark is always the winner.

For unnatural colours tho platinum chan was pretty iconic. And red chan. And bright orange thunderous chan. So shoutouts there.

Lee know... Hmmmmmm. Light, preferably cool toned or neutral toned brown

Idk I think it just looks so right on him... but after that black and then silver and purple were very fun too!

Changbin was fun purple but at the end of the day I am a black hair changbin enthusiast (plus his coloured hair fades so fast lol) extra points for undercut and for poodlebin though! (Also back in 2020 he had that dark blue for a minute and I liked that)

Hyunjin..... he's harder for me bc I kinda have liked every style he's had? But I will say the short blue moment that was fairly brief was good.... and I always like long and dark as well.... kiwi fruit is a really fun change of pace and I hope to see him dye it a fun colour bc like. Why not, yk. Or patterns.

Han... brunette. Dark brown specifically. It's the only image of him that lives in my head. I liked the longer, permed moment a lot, too. Silvery blonde was fun, too! I like length on him also like im sorry I'm just a long hair enjoyer most the time. I would like to see him with spiky short hair just bc I can't imagine it but also i sorta can? Like punky style...

Felix.... well... the aforementioned blonde. Blonde freckles beachy little sydney surfy vibes.... idk man everyone's mean to him about his allegiance to the blonde but I can't say shit bc im in exactly the same boat lmao ALSO BROWN. lighter brown is well underrated on him, imo he was cute as a brownie boy...

I'm also firmly a long hair felix person. But mullet was fun and I would like to see him get a more severe, unique style at some point... for bright colours though, blue was cool!

Seungmin + Sandy blonde is like a match made in heaven to me... it just really suits him... Plus the mullet was just fun after they'd given him the same cut for 3 yrs so it'll always be iconic to me... but outside that black and brown are very nice and fluffy black hair + bare face + glasses is the supreme seungmin in the end

Maxident fringe and grapefruit 5star minnie were also stand outs, though. (And I'd still like to see him with it a little longer. Curiosity killed the cat and all that)

Innie and ginger and length was my fav fav fav he looked so good.... also blonde, but not platinum, and with a bit of nuance was SO Good. Ginnie still takes top spot to me..

Black hair + length is also a winner though... I'd like to see him do purple or something sometime, as well. Also, he could pull off a real short haircut as well, I think... but that's just an idea.

So yeah :) I'd like to see Changbin with a couple pink streaks at some point also. And lee know pink. Cool toned pink, though. And... many others I can't think of rn lol thanks for asking, though!