#i was about to compliment the motorbikes but then i was like 'oh there's the drama for universal they still work with The Magic TERF Author

[moth-nana]

hii! how are you doing? i hope u dont mind, this is my first time. may i ask for tokyo revengers Mitsuya, Draken and Rindou where they compliment or appreciate in general (words of affirmation) to their s/o but she reacted to them by crying? because she doesnt rlly get that much of attention and praises, so she gets emotional when she heard it. i wanna see howd they react to that. i hope this is okay!

Takashi Mitsuya, Ken Ryuguji, Rindou Haitani

Prompt: TR boys compliment/tell how much they appreciate the reader and the reader starts crying because she doesn't get to hear that as much/often as she should.

Words: 1 k

A/n: I'm doing well, thank you for asking. I got so excited when you asked this and had so much fun writing this. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do 🫶 ps: leave me reguests any time you want. I love making these��

Takashi Mitsuya

You and Takashi had started dating three weeks ago and you had just been introduced to Luna and Mana, his little sisters, who had been so nice. You had a really good time. You had played with them as Takashi had prepared supper for you four. Luna had given you lots of questions about yours and Takashi’s relationship and you had answered any questions as well as you could.

In the end all four of you ended up eating Takashis cooked curry chicken and rice that tasted so good. You were so happy just to be there with him and his sisters.

You sat next to Takashi on his bed listening to music that was coming from a radio he had turned on minutes ago. You leaned your head to his shoulder. You felt so calm and happy.

Takashi turned to look at you with a big warm smile on his face. “I really appreciate you being here,” Takshi nudged your shoulder in an affectionate way before continuing, “I really appreciate and care about you,” You had listened to him and held back tears. They weren’t necessarily tears of sadness. They were more like tears of happiness that came out of being cared for the first time in a long while. Your eyes couldn’t hold back those tears anymore and they fell down your cheeks like rain. Takashi looked slightly taken back before he hugged you. He brought your head to his chest, caressed your hair and whispered calming words to you. “Hey, it’s okay. You're okay.” He whispered to you. You nodded your head as you tried to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks to your neck.

When you had calmed down he had whipped all your tears from your cheeks away with the sleeve of his shirt and smiled at you the whole time. “Don’t cry or you’ll make me cry” Takashi kissed your cheek and a spot under your eye. “I’m sorry… I just don’t ever get told anyone appreciates me like that.” You sniffled and he kissed the tip of your nose. “You should be.” He whispered.

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

You and Draken had been on a date for the third time ever. He had taken you to eat at a restaurant. It wasn’t fancy but it was what you wanted. He had tried to pay but you had been quicker and paid for both of you which had stunned Draken for a good two seconds.

Draken had never really been that affectionate in public but you both had had long days and taking a walk when the sun was setting was something that seemed good after eating at a restaurant. You had exited the restaurant hand in hand.

You two had hopped on his motorbike and he had driven you to a place near a river that flowed down calmly. Your hands were attached to each other like it was the most natural thing ever as you two made your way to sit on the grass.

“I hope this won’t stain my jeans.” You laughed as you sat down next to Draken. He gave you a loving smile. “I don’t think it will.” He said and you giggled.

The sun was setting. It looked beautiful and all those golden and orange lights made you look like a goddess in Drakens eyes. He was admiring how beautiful you were. He had always thought that you were beautiful but oh, how beautiful you were now. Nothing had been prettier before.

“You are so beautiful.” Draken had whispered under his breath and that made you look at him. He had this look of awe on his face. And then he looked concerned as he noticed that a lonely tear had fallen down your cheek. “Hey, don’t cry.” He whipped it away but those words made all the tears that were sealed into your eyes flow down your cheeks and he was in a loss for words. You sniffed and nodded your head. You hadn’t been complimented like that ever before. He had cupped your face to the palms of his hands and he was wiping tears away with his thumbs. “Thank you.” You sniffed and then laughed. He kissed your forehead. “My beautiful girl,”

Rindou Haitani

You had had a long day. Your winter holidays had just started but all the stress of the last school week was not gone yet. You had three exams the past week that had taken all your energy. Now that you were sitting next to Rindou on the train towards your place after a date you were on you felt tired. You were happy but tired at the same time. If you could just close your eyes and fall asleep, your head on the shoulder of your boyfriend, you would.

You fell to your bed as soon as you and Rindou had made your way into your apartment. He watched you with a big smile on his lips as you were getting comfortable on your bed. You weren’t that tired anymore but feeling the softness of your mattress was comforting. You made space for Rindou to lay down next to you and he did.

You laid there both on your sides and faces inches apart. He had removed his eyeglasses that he had on a few minutes before so they wouldn’t get bent and you had been watching him. He looked eternal to you.

Rindou was admiring your face for all the little details that set you apart from other people. He had the urge to trail his finger along every line of your face, to memorize it entirely. “You are so pretty.” He whispered with a soft and affectioned voice that held so much adoration and love towards you. His compliment made your eyes fill up with tears that you couldn’t contain. Your tears fell to the pillow under your head. Rindou brought his hand to wipe away all your tears gently. “Hey, don’t cry.” He whispered “You are beautiful, gorgeous and my darling” He whispered trying to comfort you, succeeding to make you cry even more. Your lips held a smile but your eyes cried tears that contained all the frustration from the week before and the lack of compliments and appreciation you hadn’t received in a long time. “Thank you.” You whispered.

[dakogutin]

written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: monster

300 words

"Okay, this is serious,” Harry says as he receives the small helmet for Sirius’ motorbike.

“Oh, is it?” Sirius answers offhandedly.

“You know how you haven’t had a boyfriend for an eternity?”

That certainly calls his attention. Sirius gapes at his godson before a bubble of laughter escapes his throat. “Alright. First of all, by choice.”

“Hmm,” Harry replies in a particularly unconvinced tone that can only be acceptable when expressed so freely by children. “Well, anyway, I have this teacher…”

“No.”

“He’s really tall and really funny,” Harry goes on, “You’ll like him a lot.”

“Harry!” Sirius bursts out laughing. “You are not setting me up with your teacher!” 

“I’ve done the maths, alright?”

“What are you on about?”

“Listen, I’ve done it in my head.” 

Sirius sighs, “Oh, go on.”

“The chances of me getting a better grade in his class is a lot higher if you two get together.”

It prompts another wave of laughter. “Harry, no. This is ridiculous. Since when did you even have a bad grade?”

“I don’t,” Harry says haughtily. “It just never hurts to get higher grades.”

“Wow.” Sirius leans his hips on his motorbike for support. “James and Lily created a monster.”

But then Harry's face lights up and he's waving at someone behind Sirius. "Mr Lupin!"

"Hullo, Harry." A mild but deep voice says. 

When Sirius turns, he discovers the voice belongs to a tall and gorgeous gentleman with eyes like honey and the most pink lips he's ever seen.

"Hi. I'm Harry's teacher. You must be the famous Sirius," Lupin says with a smile. "Harry talks about you a lot. Nothing but compliments, of course. Isn't that right?" He throws Harry a wink. A wink. 

Sirius' brain fails to formulate a response within an acceptable amount of time so the teacher begins speaking again.

"Well, I'll best be on my way now. See you tomorrow, Harry. And nice meeting you… Mr?"

Sirius shakes his head, snapping himself out of his trance. "Just Sirius."

"Alright, just-Sirius. I hope I'll see you again."

And with that, he's off.

Sirius can sense the smugness from his godson beside him. He preemptively holds up his hand and says, “When’s your next PTA meeting?”

[rowretro]

𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

✧PROLOGUE✧

Babe lee, she's the new transfer student. So many students were already gossiping about this new student... she has a motorbike, she smokes, and her skirt is so short... but she has style.

"Hi- im the new transfer- Babe, ooh I love your hair by the way you're so pretty!" Babe smiled sweetly. Her words were genuine, and the girl was quite stunned by Babe's compliments as she thanked her and led her to the principal's office.

Babe lee, she's the new transfer student. So many students have started loving her though it's only been a week since she joined... She's a sweetheart, she's funny and cute, she may not be the prettiest of all, but she still is pretty, she's inclusive, always making a strangers day, and she was always kind... Too kind...

7 boys, Enhypen they named themself, Sons of the most biggest Mob bosses known in history. Taking after their fathers, they're a loyal group of broken boys, handsome, dangerous mafia boys. Girls can simp for them, only from afar... in fact some even got the chance to sleep with a few of them, given that some of them are playboys...

Lee Heeseung, the oldest of the group was one of the biggest playboys like Jake and Sunoo. Sunghoon loved to flirt a little here and there, but never liked the idea of sleeping with those girls he considered himself to be too good for. 

Nishimura Riki, Yang Jungwon and Park Jongseong, the most violent and merciless of the group. They'd openly murder enemies and get away with it given their power. Oh you do not want to get in trouble with the boys... every area within 10 ft of their appearance is corrupt and dangerous.

It all started in art class when Babe Lee offered on of her cherry lollipops with a sweet smile to the Nishimura Riki.... the most violent of all the boys. His dark eyes, piercing into hers...

Not one soul ever approached the boys, only the slutty ones, but they would never dare to even look in Riki or Jungwon's way....

But for the first time... a sweet little girl is standing there before him offering a heart-shaped cherry lollipop. "Woah- im jealous- I wish I had pretty lips like yours- has anyone ever told you you're handsome?! Im Babe im new here and I sit next to you in art" the girl smiled introducing herself. 

With a creepy smirk, and his eyes, lacking any sort of warmth, he took the lollipop "Riki." he introduced himself quite simply.

Since then... things took a turn into a dark road....

✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

[pwblogarchive]

December 2004

December 2, 2004

“I Cant Sleep Easy Knowing Theres Someone Out There Thinking Or Not Thinking About Me” plane.pillstosleep.dream.drinkstowakeup.amilyingtomyself.isitgettingsomuchbetterorsomuchworse.imsofullofmyselfithinkimightspilloverbutatthesametimeicantstandwalkingpastmirrors.

come here and see how it really goes:

http://www.mtvu.com/contests/fall_out_boy/

p

December 5, 2004

“you are a stone fox.”

for serious. its been since like always.

its like something bigger than cool the way i can think for hours about the space between your ankle and your knee. how its just carbon molocules but how come they come together just like that.

its so simple. it slows me down. when my eyes roll underneath the lids it feels like they are running you over carbon paper so they won't forget. at the same time it just gets me going. like the way my heart beats so hard that i'm pretty sure it makes you laugh that you can get me that on edge.

it even hits me in the back of my legs.

and keeps me up at night.

ive been recording bass tracks, the record is starting to really come together- some song names: "the hand of god (worldcup 1986), i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your fucking mouth" and some others- the guys from finch stopped by- we never met them but they seemed pretty rad. i would recommend checking out there new record.

if you're in california, i will be at the chain reaction on december 7 watching gym class heroes tear it up. come by and hang out with me.

i really like these guys

fall asleep to the song: somewhatlikeawayout.

it will make you feel better.

i couldn't be more content. we'll be hanging around southern california- maybe we could even meet up and exchange compliments and high-fives!

peter

oh yeah alot of you have been asking about "the boy"-- and i guess that was just kind of an introduction to these nightmares i used to have in my head. i have about 70 more pages written that fill in the gaps and all, i'm not sure if it will ever be released maybe in another book or just on the internet- only if i can have the same art drawn for it. either way that was only the beginning of the story.

December 9, 2004

“You Know The Type, Loud As A Motorbike.”

good spirits everywhere. i woke up smiling this morning. andy flew home and is doing whatever people do in wisconsin. joe order dominos hot wings multiple times a day and wears a green john deer hat- i think his new best friend is knights of the old republic. patrick downloads music that makes me laugh, me and him are the ultimate odd couple- (see also: me waking him up at 3 in the morning to ask him not to think of white elephants). korean tom cruise gets paid to sit on the internet and croquet tech me and hot wing tech joe. i am currently the worlds worst roomate, worlds best croquet player, and dying for the lemony snickett movie to come out. and your best kept secret.

if you like contests or Sno-quet: whoomp there it is [link to http://www.fueledbyramen.com/clan.php ] 

r.i.p. dimebag

December 10, 2004

los angeles is funny but not like laughing, more like lonely.

we crashed some hilarious spin magazine party with the all american rejects.

it was full of bad hair cuts and worse tattoos. it made me glad to be from a small town but at the same time intrigued enough to watch it all go down.

me and lindsay lohan are sick of the gossip and scandals.

- petey

December 12, 2004

urgent update: life aquatic is the best movie of the year.

watch it. change the way you think.

- petey

December 14, 2004

my parents just left. its weird. i was homesick and then home came to me. but now i think i'm gonna feel worse with them being gone. i feel like i'd be so lost without them. it kind of makes my lungs feel too small when i think about life without them. i've been thinking alot about life lately and just all of the mistakes i've collected over the years. just how i'm so sick of falling back on them. i dropped my flaws in the mail with no return address. go easy. i'm gonna try and do it right this time. i think i like this music for real: www.christopherstrange.com -

okay so ive read some pretty hilarious things on the internet about us- actually made me fall out of my seat laughing. so i want to play a game with you. if you read this and have ever wondered anything about fall out boy or any of us, post it on our messageboard under a post called: twenty questions. and i will get them answered for you. no mean or stupid ones are getting answered (ie, why is pete so gay or how come patricks voice is so good), anything else is game. when it hits twenty good ones i will answer them in here.

- petey

12/14/04 Q&A

If you were handed a camera and were allowed to take only four pictures. What are the four pictures that you would take?

Patrick, joe, andy, and Korean tomcruise. Who am I kidding I couldn’t resist taking a hilarious pic of someones ass or dick. Probably my family, dogs, band, and maybe my room so I don’t forget anything ever. Good question.

1.5. What’s the best and worst thing about touring and being on the road?

summer. I want to answer this one cause you’re my buddy. But Patrick reminded me we answer it in interviews too much. So, im just saying hi instead. Haha.

Ive always wanted to know… what band changed/saved your life and how?

Minor threat first saved my life in the summer after my freshman year in highscool. All my friends were trashed all the time and that band let me know it was okay to not be like that. The next band to do that was unbroken- check out the record “life, love, regret” it got me through some of the worst nights I have ever had and introduced me to Morrissey. The last band to make me feel like that was saves the day- through being cool was like an anthem I would blast in my ears and hope everyone would just leave me alone. Ultimately it is fall out boy that saved my life. Doing this thing makes me feel alive in a way that I could never explain.

Oh n this is dumb but how would you guys feel if a fan had killed themselves to your music?… I know its not “depressing” or anything but these things could happen.

I would feel badly if anyone killed themselves to any music- because I know what its like to feel that alone and it is probably one of the worst feelings in the world. We have a line in a new song- “im sick of only writing songs for you to slit your wrists to”. We need to try and see another side of life.

how do you pronounce the word “alley” (spell phonetically)?

I don’t know how to write it phonetically. I say it like an asshole from the Midwest.

what have you been reading recently?

I just read this weird version of a bunch of poe stuff. Ive been reading a lot of Camus, I just finished the stranger, which is an amazing book. If I had to recommend a book it would still be “the heart is deceitful above all other things” by jt Leroy.

What in your life gives you the strength to keep following your dreams? (Especially when you were starting out and you had to deal with the people who were telling you it couldn’t be done.)

I don’t have anything else going for me. I don’t really ever think about what other people have to say about me- cause its usually either really good or really bad for all of the wrong reasons. It can blow up your head or sink your ego like a stone if you pay too much attention to it.

If you were stuck on a deserted island and could have only 1 book, 1 photograph, and 1 CD, what would they be and why?

Id take a blank notebook as my book to write in, a photograph of my family from way back before I was this weird, and Morrissey “viva hate”

Do you ever sick sick of waking up knowing that you have to be in the public eye? Is it weird to think that you have such a high influence on so many kids?

Yes. Its scary sometimes- I just think about the way things get picked apart and if im having a bad day I can come off as one of the worst people. I don’t really want to ruin someone else’s life, im having too much fun ruining my own (note that sarcasm doesn’t come through on the internet) but yes it’s very weird to go from noone caring who you are to people wanting to know your every move.

Do you like being from a small town?and Why?

I love it. It gives me perspective- I think if we weren’t from a small town we wouldn’t have wanted “this” so badly. We wanted to break out so badly, to not marry the head cheerleader and mow our 15x 25 plots of grass- like so many kids from my highschool turned out.

With all of the people who feel like they know you, through your music, your journals, and meeting you, do you ever feel exposed or like not much of your life is exclusively yours?

Yes. But I also feel an obligation to be honest with people that are friends and fans. I want to show everyone what this process is like- so that’s a sacrifice I am willing to make.

if you could bring someone back from the dead for a day, who would it be, why, and what would you do all day?

My aunt. So she and my mom could hang out all day.

Why does your ‘mom’ think you are over stimulated?

Haha. Because she thinks im weird and jumpy.

12.5 favourite porn film? and does it contain goat sex?

Favorite, come on be awesome like us yanks.

Do you preheat the oven? (Although this seems like a stupid question, it isn’t.. or maybe it is. It doesn’t matter.)

Is this question about sex?

You guys will be huge one day, and most likely get tons of play on MTV. How will you (or do you) prepare yourself for such stardom? And how will you react when you find out that kids are going around pulling grass out of your parent’s yard exclaiming “OMG! Pete totally mowed this yard when he was younger! He so walked on this sidewalk!! Oh my god, I think I’m gonna die!”

I never mowed the lawn, who told you that dirty lie.

What inspired the best song you ever wrote?

The biggest liar I have ever met.

What is the single most beautiful thing you’ve ever witnessed in your life?

One time a long time ago I woke up next to this girl and she was breathing perfect and her hair fell over her eyes just right- and then a second later she was just a girl again. Its kind of weird how we can all have these beautiful moments.

16.5 Pete, ask Patrick if I can pump his gas.

Hahaha.

If my cat is pregnant again, do you want a kitten?

I gotta say im a dog person. Also, I cant even take care of a plant- I hate to see how bad I was at taking care of an animal.

If you could walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, who would it be and why?

Walking is for suckers.

what was the best christmas gift you ever received

one time my friend made a quilt for me out of all my old hardcore shirts. Its pretty awesome.

best gift you ever got for someone else?

One time I tricked a doctor into giving me an MRI and then I framed it and gave it to my friend, so they could have my insides.

Why shouldn’t Patrick think of white elephants?

Psychologists use this to study people. If you tell someone not to think of a white elephant, usually that’s all they can think of- now that you know the trick it wont work.

What do you think of the FOB board/boardies?

The ones I have met I like.

In The Boy With the Thorn in his Side, does the boy represent you?

I think it would be stupid to say that I didn’t write from somewhere inside me. I think he has pretty good intentions but is a pretty messed up guy- so I like to think he is inside a bunch of us.

Do you read the board on a daily basis? on that note If a boardie were to come up to you and say “hey i’m so and so from the board” would be able to recognize the sn?

Possibly. Its happened before. I definitely remember faces better than names.

What is your greatest accomplishment other than “Fall Out Boy”?

Being an allstate soccer player. Making it to age 25 and not be dead or in jail.

25.5 When are you going to write a Hanukkah song? I mean, we all love “Yule Shoot Your Eye Out”, but what about all the snazzy Jews out there? They need a holiday song, too.

Jews are snazzy, 4 out of 5 joes agree.

Do you prefer corn or green beans?

Are you kidding me. Corn.

when you were writing “nobody puts baby in the corner” what were you thinking about at the time? as a whole band how did everyone re-act to the lyrics?

I was thinking that I thought I had kind of come to terms with how I felt about someone and resolved my feelings when we wrote take this to your grave. But they just wouldn’t go away inside my head. And at the same time I guess, just how the people who hurt us are often just so irresistible that we keep going back. The line “can I lay in your bed all day and be your best kept secret and your worst mistake”- was actually something I said to someone and then wrote down as I lay in their bed and waited for them to come home. The band kind of lets me go wild with lyrics, on this song they could tell it was pretty angry- I guess. We get asked a lot if we are mysognists because of this song I think, but I want to put it on the table: you’re getting it wrong, we don’t hate girls, we hate everyone.

What are some of your favourite authors and books written by them?

Chuck palahnuik, jt Leroy, Sharon olds, rohl dahl, albert camus, sorry for the misspellings and the lack of titles. I promise I will get back to this one, I think its important.

Are you going to play “Yule Shoot Your Eye Out” at the Christmas shows? I’ll bring you cookies if you do!

Yes.

Who makes you want to “la la”?

Haha there are definitely a couple of people. Ashlee in the parking lot in the video definitely makes me want to lala- quinn from the used makes me want to lala- wait that’s a dude. Shoot.

What is the biggest misconception people have of Fall Out Boy?

I wish people could follow us around and see how it really goes. I don’t sleep with every single girl I talk to, we don’t talk shit on bands, we just have weird senses of humor, sean o’keefe didn’t write our last record, we don’t always get to pick where we tour or who we tour with, yes, patricks voice is really that good naturally, we’re not as big assholes as you read online- we’re pretty nice for the most part, if not alittle bit shy. Mostly we like to goof around with people.

Would you rather, stay at the level you are now…or become as huge as Blink182 or Good Charlotte?

I think you can do both like the cure did. I want as many people as possible to hear our music at the same time we will never compromise what we believe in or what we say.

If you could have on animal constructed out of duct tape, what would it be…and why?

Ah a sea lion.

Whos your favorite story book character?

Ferdinand the gentle bull, or max from where the wild things are, willy wonka.

Does it bother you how people act like they really know you just because they’ve met you one time? Or that tons of prepubescent girls/boys want to trap you in a dark alley and molest you?

Yes and no. I love meeting new people and have definitely been on that end of things where I wanted to know everything about someone and feel like I knew them. I feel like you can get to know us through our songs and seeing us at shows. And I think that we have met many people that I consider friends in our travels. At the same time it bothers me when people use it like “I know pete, blah are I the coolest”- trust me none of those people really know anyone. They are scared. Call their bluff. dark alley- very funny.

December 28, 2004

“A.W.S.E.M.E.-O”

Drove on christmas day. The shows have been lovely so far. I got my hair dyed my hair its red and black. You maybe hate it. But I’m weird so it doesn’t matter. I love playing shows again. This means so much to us.

I won’t bore you with anymore… But if you come early to the shows please dress warmly and bring blankets and mittens. I don’t want anyone getting sick or feeling miserable.

P

December 31, 2004

so to whoever egged our van last week. my dog marley ate all the eggs on the front lawn and got salmonella poisoning.

congratulations.

you fucking rule.

if my dog dies i'm going to punch you in the face.

- petey

December 31, 2004

“Happy New Year.”

dear everyone: thanks for an amazing 5 days. the party that ended it was too sickfor words. flava flav showed up and sang “911 is a joke”. i’d spill it all. but thats just not my style.

xxoo. find some lips for midnight and get some.

or not.

peter

[pushspacetocontinue]

"Heh, nah, I uh, I really don't," Russell said, "It's, it's like that meme, 'if, if you wanna be my, my lover, you gotta tell me because I'm. I'm clueless.'"

But then his cheeks turned a bit pinker at the compliment. Difficulty taking compliments aside, it always felt odd to be called 'cute', given that he was a 31-year-old man.

"Oh, th-thank you. You're, you're real pre-pretty too," Russell said. That was the truth as far as he concerned. He may have been gay but his eyes worked just fine.

"Good to, good to know. I just, I just thought that, that whistling like, like that was, was pre-pretty stupid of me then," Russell admitted.

His fingertips were still buzzing, but not as badly as they were before. While it seemed that Lilli had some sort of power, Russell had to be polite and stay quiet about it. People didn't like to be called out on that sort of thing after all.

Russell knew how to hold on, and his grip was careful but secure. He had to admit that the ride was exhilarating, watching the world just speed by. He had missed this.

Russell couldn't help but smile at seeing the forest. He had heard about this little haven, but he had never gotten around to seeing it in person for himself. When the motorbike came to a stop and Lilli gave the word, Russell carefully moved to get off and removed the helmet.

His eyes had already lit up at the sight of the sky out there.

"Isn't, isn't that, that amazing?"

" Awww for real? I zhought you vould notice easily... I mean, I vould be surprised if not many flirt vith you! You're pretty cute after all! "

Was that bold of her to just mentioned so casually? Absolutely. But it didn't seemed like as Lilli felt embarrassed for admiting this out loud. She still heard the humor in his voice though, and smiles. But then raised a brow when he apologized. Geez, Russell sure is a jumpy guy huh? It was so clear as the night that the whistle was because he was impressed. And there was nothing wrong with that.

" All good! Nothing to say sorry for! "

She reassured him, because she felt the need to. Lilli hopes he is relaxing a little more around her. Perhaps after this little trip.

The mage wasn't sure if... he knew about supernatural stuff. Or that Bill wasn't all that human. So she can't show him her magic. That's against the rules. Even though Russell seemed like a nice guy. She also didn't wanted to scare him off by making the shadows move unnaturally.

So, she hopes he hadn't seen her little trick there just now. And just assumed that she hide the other 'helmet' behind the motorcycle.

And Lilli hopes this wasn't to awkward for the guy. Being a jumpy one who apologized for so much... He had to hold onto her after all! Otherwise he might fall off. And she really didn't minded. When Russell gave her the go, the woman just nods, started the engine, and begann making their way to the spot, that she had visited perhaps a few times to many already.

The trip there didn't take to long either. While Lilli wasn't speeding, she wasn't driving slow either. They had made their way out of the city, and into a small forest a bit away from all the lights and noises of civilization. Through the forst went a small path which she carefully maneuvered her bike through, until they ended up at a clearing, and hillside. That's where she stopped, and turned off her vehicle.

" Here ve are! And ve are lucky tonight! Barely any clouds, and the moon's not around either! "

She spoke, with clearly a smile behind the 'helmet', and waited for her passenger to get off first. The sky was already filled with colors, and stars. An impossible sight when you only lived in the city. And while she didn't had any real knowledge about constellations, and stuff... she found it still very calming to look at.

[she-toadmask]

Getting fixated on shit is weird like

I was in line for Doctor Doom's Fearfall last week and just intensely appreciating the sheer amount of effort put into that queue for what is just a drop tower and then I was like 'you know maybe I'll go read his TVTropes page and see what's up'

And then my brain just went 'we are thinking about him now' and I have lost it a little bit because Bruce Banner/The Hulk is also very cool (the queue for Hulk doesn't feature him anymore but the lore is that stuff so shhhshhshssssshsshh) but I still am just like

What if I were to try to make a list of the issues where he (either) appears and just read them all because cool shit

This happened with Venom the other month kind of I just looked for when he showed up in one of the Spider-Man animated series and watched a playlist of all his appearances and was just like 'yes venom is cool we are looking for canon venom content right now' and I don't understand

Also it's really really interesting that in both the live-action Fantastic Four movies Doctor Doom got his origin changed and connected to the other four when the link is a purely personal/social one with Mr Fantastic in the original comic shit

Also comics are fucking wild so much shit has happened because they've been around so long that one character can do a lot of shit in their existence

[denim-devil]

Dating Headcannon’s - M.E

SFW

— Once you guys start dating…he literally drops everything to be with you, not being the biggest fan of Santa Carla makes it at-least bearable with you by his side

— The two of you spend way to much time at the beach/board walk, more then a couple of times Sam has tagged along which at first annoyed Michael but it brought even you closer to the Emerson family

— Michael genuinely loves waking up to you. He loves feeling the otherside of his bed, knowing you were there, feeling your warmth. {it leads to many kisses…and maybe a few cuddles here and there}

— It’s you who usually makes breakfast for the Emerson’s, Lucy usually thanks you for keeping Michael out of trouble, and for the breakfast of course. {Sam claims you as his other big brother}

— holding hands in public makes your heart flutter considering how your relationship can be seen as “wrong” by many, but Michael is a walking time bomb, anyone talks shit about you, lets just say they won’t be seen again.

— he’s so protective over you, if ANYONE tries to flirt or even touch you, they are dead. Your his and his only.

— Michael gives you permission to style his hair, including platts, pony tails, anything you could think of which usually ended with laughter and kisses {and secret pictures ;)}

— you can’t tell me Michael would literally do ANYTHING for you, you wanna grab some food? Michael will go pick it up, you wanna go the boardwalk? Your being carried, you wanna go to the beach? He’s throwing you in the ocean

— your telling me Michael doesn’t compliment you on the daily? Oh he certainly would, even down to your eyes, your so damn beautiful even Michael can’t stop his staring when your near

NSFW

— he can’t stop thinking about that time on his motorbike, the time you used the bike handles as leverage when riding him, bouncing on his cock like nothing…

— he gets so hard very easily at the smallest touches, especially when your hands are travelling mainly in the crotch region, something that makes him delirious to the point he has to take action

— has a draw full of Polaroids…Polaroids consisting of your naked body in inappropriate positions doing inappropriate things, uses them to get off when your busy because he’s respectful

— loves when you blow him, something about receiving head almost makes him feel incapable of breathing, your so sloppy and messy it takes time to recover from something so…amazing

— he has a thing for you in skirts/revealing items of clothing, or ones he can rip away easily (usually fucks you in the selection of colourful skirts you bought especially for him)

— he definitely doesn’t go crazy over you slapping his cock on your tongue

— his favourite position is the mating press, easy access to the point his balls meet your ass but he can also see you melt, watch your face twist in pleasure

— in that position it’s easier to eat your ass

— HE LOVES EATING ASS…{there I said it}

— praises you for pleasing him (literally holds you to his chest-}

[neonvvaves]

Maybe in the past Hell he was in during a different life with a different name, something inside of Haein breaks, gets wired wrong, fucked up. Being traumatized day in and out can do that to a person. But Haein walks out of there with an unhealthy love for chaos, like how Daesun destroys overly priced fine art. "Next time you do this--" Haein traces over the bright pink on Daesun's glove, "--can I watch?" Haein gives his best doe eyes. "Promise I'll be on my best behavior." When he's called a maniac, Haein smiles bright and pretty. "Oh, thank you!" He sincerely takes that as a compliment. Better to be a maniac than boring, right? Endeared by Daesun's kind offer of his lovely and skillful mouth, Haein laughs warmly. "Aw, aren't you sweet. Wanting to take care of me." He playfully pokes the side of Daesun's face. But the gesture softens as Haein caresses Daesun's cheek with his knuckles. A glimpse of how Daesun means a damned lot to Haein. "Let's get you out safely first, 'kay?" Haein winks before firing a few more rounds. His eyes light up with goddamned sparkles once Daesun ignites a flame. Damn, talk about making a man swoon. Haein doesn't understand how Daesun does that, but it sure gets his heart racing in a flustered way. "Fuck, why you gotta be so cool?" Laughing, Haein runs with Daesun as they seize the clearing, and get on the move. Haein slides onto his motorbike, and passes Daesun the spare helmet. The engine revs and roars as the bike rips out of the lot. "Are they on us? Or we lose 'em?"

While hopping behind the bar counter, Daesun not only nearly lost his backpack on the way there but finds himself knocking over just a few bottles of hard liquor. The fingertips on his gloved were bright pink from the spray paint he had just used on some pricey painting, a narcissistic artwork of some rich guy. He would never understand why someone would spend their money for.. that. But then, narcissism was just so far from what Daesun knew, since he himself was just disgusted by the person he was himself. "Clearly it was just the right person since it makes you laugh so much." He snorted a bit and if he didn't feel like laughing before, his maniac friend- lover- whatever he was, surely had him laugh as well. It was the laugh itself, not necessarily the situation. "You're a maniac." He peaked over the edge of the bar, a shot his direction caused him to quickly hide once more. "Now I assumed knowing I would be sucking you off later tonight would make it most fun but I am glad if all I have to do is cause mayhem. Though, you know, I will still suck you off, if you want." He had grabbed a bottle and a nearby cloth, easily opening it, taking a sip before mentioned cloth got inside. Then he pulled off one of his gloves with his teeth, just so a flame could appear at the tip of black painted nails, coating the cloth with fire. Maybe he didn't knew how to use a gun, but he was at an overall advantage with powers not human. Sometimes this curse was maybe a gift after all and so he was throwing the bottle their shooters way. "We should get out of here, you have all you need, right?" And he was already pulling Haeins arm to pull him out of their hiding spot and just somewhere to where they could leave this situation. "My night won't be fun if you get shot."

[saoney]

Evening | ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴏ

↳ suguru geto x f!reader

Description: just you enjoying evening and Suguru takes you home from uni

Warnings: none

1 Text Message from Suguru 💖

“Is your class done?”

2 Text Messages from Suguru 💖

“Is your class done?”

“I’ll wait for you at the front gate.”

A smile make ways on your face after receiving multiple text messages from your boyfriend, knowing that today you finally get to meet him back from overseas work. This is a surprise, really, because you remember he said he won’t be back for another week.

You quickly rushed out from the uni’s entrance only to see him in his glory— his back look broader than the last time you met him with his biceps flexing so slightly when his hand made a minimal movement to tuck his hair to it’s original place from the blowing wind as he hunching over his.. motorbike?

He brings a motorbike this time?

You tried to sneak on him, forgot that he have side mirrors displaying you hovering behind his back with your expression determined to surprise him only to have him turn over his shoulder with his smug smirk , looking at you right before you had a chance to scared him.

“Aw, man. You noticed me?”

“Duh, I even can smell your perfume.”

His reason have you playfully rolling your eyes at him. Suguru and his spidey senses ugh. But your attention swiftly diverted to his bike.

“Since when do you have a motorbike?” Your hand feeling the smooth surface of the metal, expression intrigued.

“Since today.”

“Today? You just bought this bike today?! Woah..”

Your eyes scanning his bike, it is an all black in colour. It looks like a street bike but it also look so beasty— so badass it makes the one who ride it look powerful and laddish and that is how Suguru looked right now, granting him glances here and there from the girls and boys passing by you and him. You always complimented his taste in cars but a motorbike? This is new and he have never spoke once about his desire or interest about bikes. So this, definitely new new.

The word Ducati stamp on its front body looking all shiny under the shine of sunlight.

“How long are you gonna standing there? Here, let me help you with the helmet.”

His strong hands reach for the helmet, he bought it specially for you on this specific day; knowing fully well how you’d be happy riding with him on this fine evening. The helmet have a tinted visor attached to it shielding your face completely. Seeing Suguru hums in approval only making you more giddy— it is your first time wearing such helmet that you always saw the professionals wore in tv and it smells like your boyfriend’s shampoo too. The rush went down straight to your funny, thank god the visor is close or you’re going to have to endure a never ending teasings from him— or worst a quckie in your uni’s toilet, oh lord forbid!

“Pose for me babe.”

“Now? Can we do it later? Where there’s no people around?”

“Why? You feeling shy Bub?” He exuberantly teasing you.

“No little twirl from you, then we’re not moving from this spot.” His own helmet on his holds seconds to be wear by him halted as he hunched his torso leaning on his elbows over his bike and tilting his head faintly staring innocently at but his shit eating grin expressed otherwise.

His actions elicited a groan from you— you did a quick spin and huff a pouty face at your boyfriend. “Satisfied?”

Your cheeks are so warm, this time you can really feel other people passing by sparing glances at your sorry attempt at twirling; all because of Suguru.

After getting a satisfied grin from him, you hastily ran to his bike swinging your leg to sit comfortably on the passenger seat and hugging his brad body, burying your face on his back trying to hide from anymore embarrassment and you can’t help but to grudgingly pinching his waist for what he did to you.

“Ow, ow, ok babe! We’re going! We’re going!” A hearty laugh reverberate from his lungs.

.

.

.

It’s noisy riding a bike. You expected it, but in late evening the road is almost empty seemingly like just you and Suguru riding across it with sunset faithfully following every journey that your boyfriend took to make way to go home. It feels calm like this, how the wind caressing your skin so softly, how it almost make you feels like flying— it feels like all today’s stress wilted away and your boyfriend felt your holds feel a little tight. A comforting kind of tight.

“How was work babe?” You asked.

“Work is okay, a bit tired though.”

One of your hand from his waist move to lovingly pat his chest.

“You did well today, and everyday love.”

Your words did not goes unheard, a warm feelings swarming in his chest. You feel his hand softly hold your hand and place it on his heart with his palm on top of yours. You feels his heart slightly racing in his bust his own way of showing how he really appreciate you, a smile make ways on your face.

A moment passed by, traffic lights after traffic lights you suddenly remember.

Oh, it’s almost dinner time.

“What do you want for dinner baby?” You asked him over his shoulder.

“Hm, can we have that grilled chicken you always made?”

Ah, his favourite. “Of course we can, but we don’t have chicken back home can we stop by the grocery shop nearby?”

“Whatever my girl said.”

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[condorclaw]

Festive ghost hunting goes about as well as you would expect (ft. Jimmy, Gem, Fwhip, and Sausage)

- In Grian's absence, Fwhip and Sausage have decided go take his place by coming up with excuses to be late (which include watching a film and sketching Bubbles in front of a fireplace).

- Before even joining VC with anyone, Jimmy threatens to end stream and force Sausage to reflect over Christmas break if Sausage strays away from being PG. It's important to note that this is Sausage we're talking about. ("Guys! I have been family friendly this whole entire time! I only made four innuendos though, and that's not bad. Oh, and Jimmy took a temperature of me, but not through the mouth, and that's pretty much all I've done so far.")

- Sausage immediately sets the tone for the stream by kissing Jimmy, and they hunt for mistletoe so they can do it again.

- "What do you guys want for Christmas?" "25 more subs." "I want a pony!" "A really big sign that says Gem is great."

- Fwhip also hit 800k! He proceeded to write a tweet for the next three minutes.

- "Go inside Fwhip, you can see his mouth from in here." "No I don't want you inside me."

- "I know what a summoning circle is, I do this all the time!"

- Sausage decided to use his voice changer throughout the whole stream, even confusing Jimmy into believing it was the actual voice of the ghost for a bit. ("Sausage, if you do that one more time, I'll catch a plane for Christmas, and punch you, and steal your Minecraft account." "Yes! Oh, can you just do the punching and not the stealing of the account, please, thank you.")

- Jimmy is the first one to die, and Sausage compliments his butt. He then has a meltdown and rants to the ghost before being murdered as well. ("We're together in hell.")

- For the first round, Gem was the only one left, and had to guess the ghost, which she got correctly. ("We all suck." "I don't suck, I'd like you to know I survived and guessed correctly.")

- They really like commenting on the computers within the environments. ("James Clark, have you played 1.18?" "You'd get 2 fps on Minecraft with this thing.")

- "Hold on, let's go make fun of Gem for being alive." *Gem leaves them behind*

- Everybody dies in hilarious positions, with Jimmy getting killed because he was distracted by Sausage's body standing straight up. ("I got distracted by Sausage's dead body standing in the corner." "Can you guys stop flirting for THREE SECONDS?")

- Jimmy, Fwhip, and Sausage all start kissing each other, with Gem just witnessing it from the sidelines. ("I am fourth wheeling. I am fourth wheeling right now.")

- Fwhip: Another video of Jimmy losing in Phasmophobia all the time? I love it.

Chat member: Jimmy loses on all his streams, not just Phasmo.

- "My friends might be dying in there, chat, but I will take a sip of my drink, I will let them die, and then I will walk in, in just a second."

- Gem tried to get inside the house, but Fwhip's dead body was blocking the door from opening. ("Gem is never playing with us again.")

- "THE POWER OF CHRI-" *Sausage is immediately killed*

- Sausage has a wide vocal range with his demonic laughs and other noises. It's quite impressive. ("Sausage, could you stop that motorbike coming near your house.")

- "Someone needs to be alone, so I don't mean to breakup the homie sesh-"

- Grian and Scott made appearances in chat, with Scott suffering by watching them play

[meet-the-net]

Determining that this person, or part-person, seemed to mean no harm, but still uneasy and wary, Ned loosens his clutch on the harpoon and lowers it a tiny bit more. He approaches, but stops at the safe distance of about 15 feet, just in case. Perplexed by the advanced machinery that make up most of Cyborgs body, the likes of which he's never seen before, it takes him a bit to compose himself. He forces his widened eyes and open mouth into a more neutral expression before speaking, not wanting to seem to rude by examining their appearance so intensely. "I suppose it is not, I do not really know where New Mexico lies." His view flicks to the motorbike, then back to them, trying his hardest to not look them up and down, instead staring into the partially blue orbs that make up their eyes. "Say, where do you come from... Oh, uh, location-wise," he gestures to the bike with the harpoon, "with the motorized bicycle, I mean. Not meaning it as in 'where were you made' as that would be none of my concern and a very rude question..", he mumbles the latter part, fearful of having offended the visitor. After clearing his throat to stop himself from rambling, he quickly tries glazing over his awkwardness by changing topics."It is a very nice motor bicycle. Very, uh, motorized..." He thinks this clumsy compliment would make him appear more relaxed and gregarious. His social skills could definitely need some freshening up after having only ever talked to the village people he had known his whole life. People he would hardly get the chance of talking to for a whole while.

( @meet-the-cyborg )

Cyborg’s motorbike growls to a halt by the beach. They wear a pair of black leather boots to stop the sand getting into their joints as they step off the vehicle, folding their arms and staring at the horizon. Mann Co’s newest battleground… really doesn’t impress them all that much.

They scan their surroundings carefully, watching seabirds soaring in lazy circles as they cry overhead. Being in cooler weather, of course, has made a lot of the metal in their body shrink. They furrow their brow at the squeezing feeling around their arms and thighs from the metal tightening on their limbs.

“Why couldn’t I just stay in New Mexico…?” they sigh.

Sounds of a distant motorbike shake the salty air in Selbyen, making Ned prick up his ears. He bolts to his nearby home, picks the hand-held harpoon off the wall by the front door and waits indoors for more sounds. Years of locating aquatic prey by their sounds had prepared him for moments such as these, and he could determine that the bike had stopped by the beach. Shaky hands load the harpoon as he begins making his way to the location, careful of every step he places, as a lot of these floorboards had decayed over the years. Shortly before the beach comes into his view, he tenses up once more, frozen by a sound he rarely hears; mechanical creaks and hums, dissimilar from the ones a motorbike would make as it cooled down. First the arrow of his harpoon, then his head peeks around the last corner separating him from the mysterious tone. The red clothes along the strangers back are the first thing Ned sees, and it weakens his knees. 'It is one of THEM...' he makes a mental note. Then the sun bounces off a part of their body that he did not expect, and his horror blends with a sense of curiosity. A lot of his fellow fishermen had suffered terrible accidents and replaced limb with wood, but he had never seen flesh transition to full sheets of metal before. In a moment of many moments of weakness, harpoon lowered just a tad, he takes an unplanned step towards the stranger, which of course sends the noise of creaking wood across the beach. Ned winces, "Shit.", and scrunches up his nose as if he feels physical pain from this mishap. He checks if they, someone he considers his opponent, notices him.

[cedricslover]

can you write a oneshot with wolfstars daughter dating george

Here you go bestie<33 thank u for requesting!!

As a wolfstar shipper and a George girl myself😌, I hope you like this bestie<33

Pairings: Sirius x Remus, George x Fem! Reader

Warnings: some homophobia at the beginning, teasing Sirius Black lmaooo

Word Count: 2.4k

“You want a future with me?”

“Hello dear” you turned around and saw one of your fathers, “Dad!” you jumped and hugged him, you just got off the Hogwarts express, this would be your last summer break since you’re going to be seventh year the next time you step at Hogwarts. 

“How’s my baby girl?” He looked at you as you broke the hug, you smiled at the sight of him “Doing great, where’s dad?” you looked around while he picked up your trunk, “Here!” you heard the voice of your other father and your heart jumped out of joy when you saw him, you ran to him and hugged him too. 

“Here’s a chocolate for our princess” he handed you a bar of chocolate, “Remus! You ruined my moment with her, you should show up at the exit, not here, you’re ruining my quality time with our daughter!” suddenly Sirius was having a tantrum, not likely a tantrum actually, he was just whining. 

“No” Remus answered and looked away while he bit into his own chocolate bar. You laughed at them, “Stop acting like kids” you said and linked your arms to theirs. 

“Excuse us?” They both said in unison and looked at you, their forehead creasing that made you laugh even more. 

“You may” you nodded while closing your eyes and your parents just looked at each other, and it seemed like they were blaming the other one as to why you are so sarcastic.

“Let’s just go home” you dragged them by the arms since theirs are still linked to yours. You giggled as you saw Sirius not even struggling while carrying your trunk and at the same time being dragged by his daughter, and giggled even more when you saw your other dad who was just eating his chocolate quietly while observing the surroundings. 

You three were just like a happy family, parents picking up their child that came from a boarding school, if it weren’t just the ugly looks the people gave you.

It seems like Sirius was also bothered by how people looked at the three of you, seriously? Can’t they just manage their own business. 

Remus on the other hand was like used to it, he didn’t show any bothered expression, he didn't want to feed their satisfaction. That is something you got from him, that’s why you just let the people be, but of course, Sirius being Sirius.

He removed his arms from your link and grabbed Remus' face and took a bite from the chocolate that was centimeters away from his lips-being that he was eating it, your eyes widened registering how did that happen so fast, your jaw dropped, and a smile slowly formed in your lips as you saw Remus turning scarlet. 

 “Gross” you removed your arm that was around Remus’ and walked past them, your smile didn’t left your lips as you see mixed reactions from the crowd at the station, some were smiling, some were confused, some were probably uncomfortable, and of course, the people who were obvious to be insulted or disgusted. 

Needless to say, Sirius is your father, so you flicked those people who looked openly disgusted by them, they were sneering, frowning, and rolling their eyes.

“Fuck off git” you mouthed as you walk, turning to them while your middle fingers were greeting them. 

“Good job princess” Sirius laughed and high fived you as you three arrived at the front of number 12 Grimmauld Place, you weren’t sure what was the good job for, is it for flicking those people off or for successfully apparating, you decided to shrug it off and just viewed the house, it was your father’s ancestral home, it was filled by terrible memories of his childhood but with you three living there, it was all buried deep down. 

You unconsciously stared at the beautiful house that was concealed in the muggles eyes. You felt nostalgic seeing your dads walking towards the door, memories from your childhood appeared in front of you.

A girl in a yellow flowy dress, around the age of four, was running towards two men with their arms open wide, expecting that the little girl would run to them instead of the other, but what they didn’t expect was the little girl would run straight to the space between them and both hug them from the necks. 

The little girl was giggling while her dads were teary eyed, that’s when they realized, she never had favorites, if she had the choice to not choose, she wouldn’t. 

“Y/N?” Remus called you from the doorstep, his head was cocking from the door. “Oh!” you ran to the door “call me before dinner yeah?” you told Remus as you removed your shoes. You raised your gaze to him with flashing eyes and maintained eye contact, waiting for his answer. 

“Alright” he replied to you, you felt sudden joy not even sure why but it did make you kiss him on the cheek. ���Thanks!, Love you dad!” you shouted as you ran towards the stairs, 

“HOW ABOUT ME?!” you heard Sirius who was probably at the kitchen doing Merlin knows what, “I LOVE YOU TOO!” you yelled while you ran the stairway. 

“YOU BETTER BE NOT PREGNANT WITH THAT WEASLEY BOY’S CHILD Y/N!” Remus’ voice echoed and you laughed and stopped from entering your room and peeked down while holding at the stair rails.

“DON’T WORRY, I’M NOT PREGNANT!” you shouted back and you heard his sigh of relief, “YET!” you added and sprinted to your room and closed the door. 

You heard both of their voices shouting your name. You cackle while heading to your study table, your room was cozy, it was filled with different drawings you made when you were a child, there was your very first black leather jacket that Sirius gave you before he bought you a bicycle, it was hanging from a corner, properly displayed, he was expecting you to like motorbikes like he did, and you did, you like riding motorbikes. 

There was also your very first hair accessories that Remus bought for you, hair pins, hair clips, headbands, and many more. He was the one who likes to tidy you up, even before you make yourself dirty by running and riding the bike. Of course Remus struggled but thankfully, Lily did teach him a few hairstyles when they were teenagers, and the rest of his knowledge came from going to different hair salons just to ask how to style his daughter’s hair. 

An owl bumped on your window that made your brows raise and shift your head to that direction. 

“Errol?” you said the name of the owl and he dropped a letter to your hand before he headed to your table and lay down, acting very exhausted, of course to your utter panic you immediately got water and placed it in front of him. You sighed as he drank through the container, enough for him to drink. 

While he relaxed you opened the letter. 

Hello beautiful, 

                   I’ll arrive there at six, see you. 

Your husband, 

George

You bit your lower lip and smiled, then you forgot, you haven’t told your dads yet. Without wasting any time, you apparated to the kitchen. 

“Hey” you voice lingered behind their backs and they jumped, they turned their heads to you with wide eyes, “You don’t do that here” Sirius said while holding his chest, “I almost had a heart attack” he glared at you while you just tried to not laugh,

“You’re just getting old dad” you stated that made him glare at you more, Remus smiled very very sweetly at you, trying to bribe you to not say it “and you too” you smiled back, looking at their sour faces. 

“Enough” Remus raised both of his hands and shaked it, trying to shoo you. “I was about to say that George’s arriving at si-” you didn’t have the chance to finish your sentence when someone knocked at the door. 

“I’ll get it” you announced, you three were quite tensed as to who might be at the door, you weren’t expecting visitors this early, it wasn't 6 o'clock yet. 

You opened the door, ready to run back to the kitchen if something goes wrong, but what greeted who was something-or someone, who had a mischievous smile, his red hair shining because of the sun, and his brown eyes gleaming at you. 

“Hello dove” his smile became wider as he caught the perfect view of his girlfriend, her Y/H/C hair complimenting her skin, the eyes that were obviously shocked to see him, and the smile that slowly formed on her soft lips. 

“George!” you mentioned his name when you processed who was standing in front of you, he gave you a peck on the lips before he grabbed your waist and pushed you carefully to the side so he can walk, “hello Sirs” he cleared his throat and rubbed both of his hand on his pants before giving your fathers a hand shake. 

This would probably be their very first ‘formal’ meeting, they already met each other at Hogwarts, during the Triwizard tournament, but that wasn’t formal enough, unlike now. 

George was scratching the back of his neck and was being really nervous, you just surveyed them, and when you noticed something it was too late because your mouth opened before you can even think twice

“Dad, you’re the smallest” you told Sirius that made the three of them look at you, firstly George was shaking his head slightly, trying to tell you that it was not the right time, then Remus was also looking at you, he was trying his best to cross his brows but you can see the ghost of smile that was in his face, on the other hand, Sirius was there shooting daggers at you with his eyes like you’re not his child, then he slowly looked at Remus and George. 

George was obviously the tallest, but only an inch taller than Remus, while Sirius, he’s just not a six footer. 

“I-uh come George let’s prepare the table” even though it was still early, you reached for George’s hand, still feeling the stares of your father, you wanted to laugh, so hard, but he might not buy you your favorite cereal, so you chose to suck it up.

“Why’d you do that?” George started talking as you fetched his wand and used it to prepare the table using magic, “it was my mouth’s fault, anyway, you told me you're arriving at six, it's not six yet” you answered and watched the floating plates and utensils. 

“I was trying my best not to laugh dove, please don’t do that again in front of your parents, I might lose goodie points, and I meant six minutes not six o'clock” he chuckled as he hugged you from the back, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his chin on the top of your head. 

“Even if you lose goodie points, I’ll still love you don’t worry” you faced him and cupped his face, his face that was always as perfect, those freckles that can make a constellation, his eyes that you would prefer to look at rather than the stars, and his hair that would always stand out. 

It was like a magnetic pull, your faces was slowly getting nearer and nearer, almost there, the finish line, his lips onto yours, inches turned to an inch, heartbeats getting fast, and you can feel his breath, then his soft lips was supposed to be next 

Not until someone cleared their throat that made you push George out of reflex. 

“No snogging in this house, you understand that angel?” Sirius crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, “Yes dad” you replied, slightly embarrassed so you chose to continue to prepare the table while George can’t maintain eye contact with you or anyone in the room. 

“Sorry dad” you walked to Sirius who was still in the entrance of the kitchen, surprisingly he smiled at you, “Yeah that’s for bullying me” he wrapped his arms over your shoulder “But about that almost kiss? I’m not mad don’t worry, we all kiss someone at some time” he added like it was just common sense for him to not get mad.

“I love you” you said out of the blue while you two watched Remus and George laughing at the dinner table, you rested your head on his chest, “I love you more princess” you felt him kiss the top of your head. 

“Just walk with the boy outside while we clean here alright?” Remus looked at you and George, he tapped George’s shoulder before he turned his back to the both of you and be with Sirius who was still drinking wine at the table. 

“Come on” George called you and touched your back to guide you, your eyes were still looking at your parents, mesmerized by their strong bond. 

“Georgie?” you tried to get his attention while you two walked the dim lighted streets, only the flickering lamp posts and the moon were the sources of light. 

“Hmm?” he was busy playing your hand, touching every bit of it, and even comparing it to his. “You think we would be like them?” you stopped on your tracks, feeling the night summer breeze brushing your skin, "Like who love?" He stared at you, now holding your hand firmly, "Sirius and Remus" you answered and tucked the few strands of hair that was bothering your face because of the wind,  you looked at his eyes and saw amusement and adoration all over it.

“You’re asking me that?” a lopsided smile appeared on his face, you nodded slightly as an answer, “You’re thinking of marrying me?” he asked you again, now giving a full smile, you nodded again, “You," he pointed to you "want a future with me?” he pointed to himself, his eyes smiling the same as his lips, you nodded again, oblivious of how that made George’s inner monologues that was doubting what would happen with the both of you disappear, because who wouldn’t, you’re Y/N, raised by two amazing people, you’re beautiful, intelligent, bold, and many more that he would even consider you as perfect. 

And you’re here, saying that you wanted a future with him. 

Now, with the moon smiling at the both of you, the stars being your cheerleaders, your lips met, you hooked your arms around his neck while he cups your face with one hand and the other holding your waist. 

At this night, two teenagers shared a kiss under a lamp post, during the summer of 1995. 

[azaleavi]

my sweet honey pie, for your yelena requests - what about biker!yelena taking reader on their first motorbike ride. love you <33

hi my wonderful mae!💖 this got out of hand a little but I hope you still like it! i love you!!

Ride

Word count: 1.4k (it's not a drabble at this point lmao)

my other biker!yelena fic

Being with someone who is so used to motorbikes while you have never even sat on one is quite a difficult task. Yelena offered to take you home on her bike so many times but you refused every time saying it was fine and could just walk or take the bus. It got to the point where she started using the car that has been sitting in her garage for years again just to take you out on dates.

You have been on 3 dates total and she still hasn’t asked you to be her girlfriend. Wanting to take it slow was her reason, but you couldn’t wait much longer. You wanted to be with her officially, but you wanted her to be the one who asked the question. So you waited for her to be ready.

You are standing in the parking lot of your apartment, waiting for Yelena's car to show up in your line of sight. She is supposed to be here any minute as it's already 7 pm - the time you agreed on the meeting.

The roar of an engine sounds from the streets and you turn to it, but only see a motorbike pull up so you are about to turn back but a familiar figure sits on the vehicle which makes you stop. The blonde woman slows down in front of you and takes off her jet-black helmet that matches her bike. Yelena sits in front of you in all her glory, the black leather jacket complimenting her body. An innocent smile stretches on her lips as you raise your eyebrows in question.

"Where is your car?" you look at her suspiciously. It wouldn't be beyond her to bring her bike just when your date location is far enough that you can't walk.

"It had some problems so I couldn't take it out" she kicks out the kickstand and swings her leg over the seat to stand up "I'm sorry angel" she holds out her arms invitingly. You can't resist her so you step into her hug, your arms wrapping around her waist.

"I missed you" she presses a kiss into your hair eliciting a smile from you.

"I missed you too" you mumble as you pull away. It hasn't been that long since you two saw each other but you still want more "I'm still not sure about this thing tho" you frown at the vehicle.

"Come on, it will be fine" she encourages you as she pulls you toward it by your hand. She leans her body against it and positions you in front of her, standing between her open legs. Hands resting on your hips she looks up at you, her half-sitting position making her shorter than you.

"Don't you want to try it?" the coyness in her tone should be warning enough, but you are too enthralled by her to notice it "Hmm?" she pulls you closer, your faces almost touching. Hot air fans your lips as she breathes out. Your eyes are half-closed while she brushes her nose past yours, your mind only fills with her. Her scent, her touch, her exhales.

A small peck is left on your lips and she knows she's got you when the tiniest whine leaves your lips. You'd think you would stop having this reaction to her every time she comes close to you but your body doesn't comply.

"Don't you want to ride me?" your eyes snap open at her question. She seems way too calm considering what she just said.

"What?" you squeak out in surprise. You admit you weren't paying attention that much but how did she go from wanting to take you out on a ride on her bike to asking if you wanted to ride her?

"Don't you want to go on a ride with me?" the look of confusion she gives you tells you that you heard her wrong, your hazy mind giving you selective hearing.

"Oh" it's all you can muster as embarrassment floods you.

"What do you think I said?" a smile makes its way onto her face. You try to think of something to say but nothing comes to mind so you do the next best thing. You lean down to press your lips on her soft ones in a hasty kiss. Your noses bump into each other as the kiss becomes more heated. Your front presses against hers as her arms wrap around your waist, your hands resting on her shoulders.

She moves to straddle the seat pulling you to sit down as well. Now you are facing each other, both of you sitting on the bike as you get lost in each other. Your legs are on either side of her torso, on top of her legs. You can't stop kissing, her lips being way too addictive as your fingers tangle in her hair. Yelena finally pulls away, eliciting a groan from you in response, making her chuckle.

"We should go, pretty" with one last peck she scoots backward to give you space to get off "Sit behind me" she winks at you and you finally give in. Getting off you walk behind her as she excitedly squeals and fidgets in her seat.

You giggle at her reaction as you sit down before she turns to you to push a helmet on your head. A small hit is felt on your head that makes you narrow your eyes at her. Yelena turns back to the front, but you can see her shoulders shake with laughter. In return, you hit her shoulder but she grabs your hand and pulls it around her waist. Your heart flutters at the action in time with the engine turning on.

"Hold on" she calls back to you tapping your arms with her fingers before grabbing the handle of the bike. You tighten your hold on her just as she starts going and zooms out of the parking lot.

A scream escapes you as you go down the road at a high speed and you feel Yelena's body shake in joy at your surprise. The wind flowing past makes you feel like you are flying while she speeds past cars through the streets. Something is exhilarating about it, so freeing. You find yourself liking it.

Soon you are out of the city and only surrounded by green fields along the road. Specks on pinks and reds show up among the green as you go further and soon they are the only color you see. You reach out your hand to the side and you feel like you can touch the flowers with your fingertips. Air brushes through your fingers as you wiggle them, a delicate dance that you never want to stop. You feel jealous of birds as they can experience this feeling every day.

The vehicle slows down under you when you reach a dirt road going into the fields you so want to touch.

"What are we doing?" you take off your helmet and she does the same as you fully stop. A tap on your thigh indicates that you should get off and you follow her wordless instruction without hesitation.

"I drove by this a few days ago and I thought of you" Yelena shrugs like it's not a big deal but your heart speeds up.

"You thought of me?" you whisper, eyes filling with all the love you feel for her, and she is left speechless by your radiant orbs. Stepping closer to you she leans her forehead against yours in a silent confession. Your hands grip each other's clothes as you spend this serene moment together, your actions speaking louder than any words could.

"I always think of you" she murmurs with her eyes closed. A quiet gasp is the only answer she gets from you. You want to give her more but your mind goes blank at her admission so you can only stare at her and hope your eyes can convey what your heart feels.

You stay basking in each other's presence for a while, the only sound coming from cars passing by on the main road but your only focus is on each other.

So you stay there. You stay and decide on wanting to spend the rest of your life with her. It might not have been that long since you first met but you still know she is it for you.

Even if it means you have to ride a motorbike to go on dates.

[cyborg-franky]

Congratulations Franky on 2k very much deserved 🥳🥳🔥💕✨ This even looks really fun I looked forward to see what happens!

Nickname: Madi

Door number: 25

What will you be wearing on the date? Something casual and summertime

Booze or sober? Sober

Your ideal first date? Food and arcade games

Three personality traits about you: clumsy, introverted, sarcastic.

Three things you look for in a partner: make me laugh, kind, open minded

Three dislikes: judgmental, obnoxious, over protective.

Thank you ✨💖💕

Thank you my sweetheart <3 and here you go... hohoho

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The sun is shining outside, the weather is lovely, warm but not stifling. You think you look cute in your summery get-up. You look at yourself in the mirror, brushing back your hair and making sure you are pleased with your outfit choice. You nodded to yourself, confident as you slipped your sunglasses on.

That’s then you hear the knock at the door, your heart skips a beat, and you give yourself a pep talk before you open the door…

- Ace stands there with an unsure smile on his face, but his expression brightens when you give him your smile and a greeting.

- He was worried that you’d take one look at him and be disappointed.

- He had messy black hair, baggy black shorts, showing off his tanned legs, he wore big black boots, a scruffy t-shirt with flame motif and wore a black hoody wrapped around his waist.

- You also noticed he wore a few bracelets on his wrists as well as a red beaded necklace, something that contrasted his look.

- “I’m Ace, you look really pretty.” He hummed, blurting out the compliment without a second thought.

- “I’m Madi, thank you, I like your hat.” You complimented, feeling blush across your cheeks you bet you matched Ace as his freckles lit up.

- “Oh yeah, this thing..” He mumbled and adjusted the very out of place orange hat.

- “Alright, I have a fun hell date planned for us.” He said with a nod, clapping his hands together as he spun on his heel to walk towards what looked like the world’s oldest van.

- It had to have been older than either of you.

- He opened the passenger door and the creaking the hinges made set you and Ace on edge “Yeah so, I usually ride a motorbike but I kinda crashed it the other week so I borrowed Pop’s van..” He chuckled, rubbing his neck, feeling embarrassed.

- “No, it’s fine!” Your reply seemed to calm Ace down, but you were worried that he was just as bad a driver in a van as he was on a bike.

- The trip was easy-going, his music was to your tastes, you enjoyed him half-singing and half talking to you, asking about you and it felt like he really did care.

- You learned a good amount on your drive with Ace.

- The place he’d taken you to was the arcade, you couldn’t help get excited at this revelation.

- “I know it might be a bit stupid, but I love coming here.” He shrugged his shoulders suddenly feeling unsure of himself once more.

- “No, no I love arcades! I bet I can kick your ass at any game.” You felt your breath catch when his small smile stretched into a much bigger grin, winking at you “Alright, you’re on.”

- You guys went from one game to another playing, sometimes he won, sometimes you did. You learned you were both bad at the dancing games.

- Ace was great company; he was funny and kind.

- He’d gently rest a hand on your back when you walked together.

- It was nice a show he was interested in you without being too forward.

- You sat at a pizza place and had dinner where he told you all sorts of stories about his brothers, his friends, his misadventures.

- He was so passionate and animated, you loved it.

- Ace placed his hand on the table, sipping a milkshake trying to act casual as he turned his hand over, hoping you’d get the message.

- You rolled your eyes but placed your smaller hand into his.

- You shared stories from your life as he held your hand gently, paying attention with little head nods.

- He took you home, or chatter and half-singing to music.

- The van stalled once or twice much to his embarrassment, but you thought it was funny.

- Low key happy the thousand-year-old van didn’t just explode.

- He walked you to your door and watched as you got your keys out. “Sorry if the date was dumb, I had a lot of fun with you though.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

- “It wasn’t dumb, I also had fun today, thanks, Ace.” You kiss his freckled cheek before opening the door.

- Ace let out a happy whoop soon as the door was closed.

REBLOG: will you be going on a second date with Ace? Or will you be forwarded his therapist’s next bill?

I’ll have him washed and ready and at your door, if you wanna go on another date.

[gleamglowsgraveyard]

Ask for a sirius request and you shall receive. I've been thinking about this idea for a while (and your writing is perfect for it ily) but how about a ravenclaw reader who is friends with james or remus and they introduce them? The one in my head was remus going to her dorm for a sleepover and bringing sirius and just being like "isn't she neat :)" and sirius immediately falling in love 🥺 no pressure if you dont vibe with it 🥰 ily bunches

i went to ravenclaw tower and all i got was this lousy stained shirt

pairing: sirius/reader

word count: 3.9k

summary: james and remus play matchmaker for you and sirius

content: ravenclaw!reader, fluff, it gets awkward (some of this was hard to write... 😭😭), dialogue heavy, you and sirius are very back-and-forth-y and witty (you’ll see what i mean), i know the title is long but i thought it was funny and i can do what i want

this was such a fun request!! i hope you don’t mind i took some liberties because i just immediately imagined remus and james secretly trying to match the two of you up for a while!! also i turned the sleepover into a party at ravenclaw tower!! (also also i came up with some cute ravenclaw girl ocs just for this, they were supposed to be minor but ended up having their own sideplots because i get carried away with everything. but they were fun to write! i gave them backstories and everything so if anyone wants to know more about them just ask :)

warning: mentions of alcohol!!

“You should meet Sirius.”

“Black?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you know another Sirius?”

You stick your tongue out at him and Remus smiles.

“What is it with Sirius, huh?” you tell him, adding a few drops of rain water into the potion before handing Remus the spoon to stir. He takes it and immediately gets to work.

“You and James,” you continue, idly counting Remus’s counterclockwise stirs in your head. “Not a day goes by where you don’t tell me I have to meet Sirius.”

In truth, you’d seen Sirius a few times. And he’d seen you, but neither one of you had actually spoken more than a few words to the other. Especially not since sixth year. Sirius had dropped Potions and Astronomy as quick as he could - the only two classes you’d had left with him. And seeing as you were in different Houses, bumping into each other in the common room was off the table as well.

But you had Potions with Remus and Astronomy with James, and whenever they could, they would always mention how you just had to meet Sirius. You sometimes wondered if Sirius was always being told he had to meet you.

“I just think you’d get along,” Remus shrugs, halting his stirring before you can even tell him to do so.

You both work in tandem for a bit after that, dropping ingredients into your potion and stirring when needed. You liked partnering up with Remus for this exact reason. You’d both fall into a comfortable silence and develop a good rhythm - you just flowed well together.

Once the potion is nearly finished, Remus speaks up.

“What about tonight? Isn’t there a party at Ravenclaw?”

“Robin says not to call it a party.”

“Well, that’s what it is.”

“Yeah, but we can’t call it that. At least not out loud,” you insist, not wanting your dorm mate’s wrath to come back later and haunt you. “It’s a quiet get-together,” you correct him.

Remus scoffs, knowing damn well that Ravenclaw parties are anything but. “That, then. You can meet him there.”

You raise an eyebrow in complete disbelief. “You’re gonna get Sirius Black to come to a Ravenclaw party?”

“What happened to quiet get-together?”

Damn it.

You quickly spare a glance at Robin, but she’s all the way across the room, scolding her partner for something he did to their potion.

“Good luck with that,” you continue, pretending to ignore his quip.

“We’ll convince him!” Remus assures you, as if it’s the least of his worries.

“Okayyy...” you sing, entirely unconvinced.

You’ve never seen Sirius Black at a non-Gryffindor party. He has way too much House pride to ever be caught partying in another common room. You’re almost positive you’ve seen him root for Gryffindor at Quidditch matches even when the team isn’t playing.

“Okay? So you’ll meet him?” Remus presses.

You laugh. “Okay! I guess!” you tell him, resigned. “But you and James have been hyping him up for a while, so don’t be surprised if he doesn’t live up to my expectations and I end up hating him.” You shrug a shoulder as you turn down the fire under the cauldron.

Remus just grins. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

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Despite your nonchalant attitude with Remus earlier today, you actually find yourself feeling a bit nervous.

“Hey, do you guys know Sirius?” you ask over your shoulder as you straighten your outfit in the mirror. “Black?” you add quickly.

“Did you just ask us if we know Sirius Black?” A shrill voice cuts through the air and you know immediately that it’s Robin.

You groan, “I know, I know, everyone knows-”

“Everyone knows him,” Robin talks over you, and then sprays a copious amount of hairspray into her already voluminous blonde locks.

You move out of her way so she can use the mirror and she gratefully takes the opportunity, stepping in front of you to fluff up her roots.

“Yeah, how do you not know him?” Bea calls from the bathroom, where April is helping her into her dress.

“I mean, I know him,” you say, flopping down on your bed. “But I don’t actually know him. You know?”

“He was April’s first kiss!” Bea taunts. She makes several kissy noises and then you hear her say ‘ow!’

“You’ve got to stop bringing that up,” you hear April scold, “It was second year!”

Bea giggles and then skips out of the bathroom, April trailing closely behind.

Bea has on a stunning yellow sundress with long, belled sleeves - going all out, as usual. The color compliments her dark skin beautifully, but you know she’s really only wearing it to lure in that Hufflepuff boy she’s had her eye on.

April has still yet to get dressed, always waiting until the very last minute, but her straight black hair has been flawlessly curled - presumably Robin’s work.

“So what is it? Why do you wanna know about Black?” April asks politely, leaning against your bedpost as Bea sits on her trunk to slip on her shoes.

“James and Remus... They’re gonna get him to come here.”

Bea nearly drops her shoe, and Robin spins around to face you.

“Here?” The two say at the same time.

“Is he really?” April asks mildly, voice much gentler than the other two.

You shrug and nod your head at the same time, giving them an uncertain look. “I think so? Maybe? If they can convince him.”

There’s a beat of silence and then the hissing sound of Robin’s can of hairspray fills the air once more as she frantically tries to get her hair to cooperate. At the very same time, Bea starts to rummage around her wardrobe, muttering to herself about how ‘I think I have a red dress in here somewhere...’

It’s clear they’re both doubling their efforts, hoping to catch Sirius’s eye.

You laugh a bit and then turn to look at April, whose eyes are stuck on Robin’s reflection. She has a solemn expression on her face, but quickly snaps out of her trance when she notices you watching her.

“So,” she starts, putting on a small smile, “You’ve really never met Sirius Black?” she asks, sitting down beside you and crossing her legs beneath her.

“No, but I hear you have,” you tease, and she rolls her eyes.

“Yes, the first and only boy I’ve ever kissed.” She rolls her eyes.

You hear Robin fumble with her can of hairspray but think nothing of it.

April continues, “Anyway, that was second year,” she waves it off. “I do have muggle studies with him.”

“What’s he like?” you find yourself asking.

April shrugs a shoulder. “He’s nice, I suppose. Funny. Asks the professor a lot of questions about motorbikes.”

You tilt your head. “Motorbikes? Why?”

“Who knows. I think you two would get along, though.”

“Why’s that?”

April observes you for a few beats and then laughs a bit. You expect her to say something more but she just gives you a slight nudge with her elbow and then walks off, most likely to go get dressed.

Well that was pointless. You didn’t really learn anything useful. But then again, you’re not sure what you expected out of a conversation with April, who tends to keep her talking to a minimum (She claims it makes her more mysterious) (And she’s right, too).

Oh well. Perhaps you could find a way to strike up a casual conversation about motorbikes with Sirius.

Yeah, right.

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It’s a few hours into the party when the door opens up, letting in James and Remus. Trailing behind them, looking unnecessarily wary, is Sirius Black. He traipses around as if at any moment something in the common room is going to jump out and bite him, and you struggle to stifle a laugh.

You quickly wander off before any of them can spot you, fleeing towards where the drinks are. You figure that when they find you, you may as well be doing something instead of just lamely standing around. So you pick up the ladle and start to refill your cup.

April had transfigured her cauldron into one made of glass, and Robin had used it to concoct her famous sickly sweet, lavender colored drink that she’d aptly named ‘Robin’s Brew’. It was made up of a mixture of muggle and wizard liquors, as well as a myriad of different fruit juices. The taste itself was actually semi disgusting, but you get used to it after the initial few sips.

You ladle some more of the drink into your cup and then spin on your heel, ready to resume the search for your friends.

That is, until you crash face first against a broad chest, effectively spilling ‘Robin’s Brew’ all over whoever you just bumped into.

“Oh my gosh!” you blurt out, setting the now empty cup down. “I am so sorry, I-” Your words catch in your throat when you finally look up to see the person’s face.

So much for a good first impression.

Sirius waves you off, looking down at his now purple stained white shirt. “Don’t worry ab-” he stops in the middle of the word as he raises his gaze to look at you.

His lips are still slightly parted as if his voice had simply escaped him mid-sentence, and his expression is stunned and mesmerized all at once.

“I, um...” he tries again, but it’s as if he’s been put in some kind of trance just by looking at you.

“Oh, great! You’ve met!” A cheery voice cuts through the tension, and you both turn your head to find James beaming at the two of you.

Trailing behind James is Remus, who takes in the state of the two of you and grimaces.

“Met?” Sirius voices as he looks at James, sounding a bit dazed.

“Yeah, remember? Y/N!” James reminds him. “She’s great, right?” he grins, and you cringe.

“Oh, this is...?” Sirius slowly turns his head to look at you again. “Hey...” he says faux-smoothly, as if attempting to salvage your very first meeting.

“Hey...” you say back a bit awkwardly. “Um... Look, there’s towels in my dorm, we can all go?” you suggest, looking to the others for approval.

“Why don’t you two go?” Remus proposes instead, and you shoot him an alarmed look.

“Yeah!” James nearly shouts, looking at Remus as if he’s a genius. “Yeah, you’ll find us later!” he’s quick to agree, and they both start to walk away.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, I don’t know if-” you start, not sure if comfortable enough to be alone with a man you just met after spilling your drink on him.

But Remus and James don’t wanna hear it.

“Alright! See you later!” James throws a finger gun at you as he walks backwards and then spins on his heel.

“But I-”

“Bye!” Remus calls, and then they both disappear into a small crowd of people.

You turn to face Sirius, whose shirt is still dripping and who’s watching you with rapt intrigue. He turns away the moment your eyes meet, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Soon enough you’re leading Sirius down the corridor that leads to your dormitory, trying desperately to remember whether or not you’d tidied up your area of the room.

The door swings open just as you arrive at it, and from out of it come April and Robin who seem to be having a serious looking discussion. They quickly stop talking as soon as they spot the two of you, and April is quick to storm off, leaving Robin behind.

“Oh, you’ll want to get rid of that,” Robin says with a wince, gesturing at Sirius’s shirt. “The stain actually gets darker the more you try to get it off... So...”

You give a heavy sigh. “Yeah, thanks Robin.”

She shrugs apologetically with both hands in the air and then starts to walk off. “Robin’s Brew! Patent pending!” she calls over her shoulder as she scurries off to catch up with April.

“What’s up with them?” Sirius mutters under his breath as you lead him inside.

“Well, aren’t you nosy?” you’re quick to reply.

You say it as a joke, but immediately wish you could take it back. What were you thinking?! You didn’t know Sirius enough to joke around with him like that! You didn’t know him at all! Hell, you’d just spilled your drink all over him, for all you know the guy hates you!

You spin around, ready to apologize, but then Sirius is laughing, and you nearly let out a massive sigh of relief.

“Uh-” your apology catches in your throat for a moment but you quickly recover. “Sorry, I-”

“No, it’s okay.” He shakes his head. “You’re right, nosy is my middle name,” he tells you with a shrug and a lopsided grin.

You find yourself smiling back. “Sirius Nosy Black, huh?”

He hums. “Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, definitely.”

It’s silent for a moment as you both look at each other. Your thoughts leave you a bit as you get distracted by that strange way that he’s looking at you, but then you remember with a jolt that Sirius Black is in your dorm, shirt stained lavender and dripping ‘Robin’s Brew’ onto the floor.

“Um!” You scramble towards the bathroom and yank a random towel off the rack. “Here,” You toss it and Sirius catches it with one hand.

“You can, um...” You trail off but then realize you’re still standing in the doorway, effectively blocking his entrance. “Oh!” You quickly move out of the way, leaving a clear path for Sirius.

“Thanks,” he says with a slight laugh before disappearing into the bathroom.

Once the door closes you’re left alone, idly shuffling around, not really knowing what to do now.

This was horrible. All of this was horrible. You’re alone in your dorm with a man you’ve just met - sure he’s friends with Remus and James, but that doesn’t mean it’s not awkward!

You have to focus. You have to avoid any more tense silences. What would you say when he got out of the bathroom?

You suppose he did laugh at your quip earlier - he’d even added a little joke of his own. You’d gone back and forth a bit. It was easy to converse once you’d gotten started. But getting started was exactly the issue... You needed a good topic. Why can’t you think of a good topic?!

The door to the bathroom opens up and out walks Sirius, leather jacket now slung over his forearm and white shirt drier, but still equally stained.

You panic.

“Hey, do you like motorbikes?” You blurt out, and then have to resist the urge to hurl yourself out the window.

Sirius’s eyes widen and he opens and closes his mouth a few times, looking like a stunned fish, before saying “Motorbikes?”

You purse your lips. “Yeah, I was...” You shrug, trying to play off your very strange, very targeted question as just casual conversation. “I was just wondering... I dunno...” you say, leaning against one of your bedposts.

Sirius breaks out into a smile. “I have a motorbike.”

“Really! No way!” you exclaim, pretending to be shocked. Although you didn’t really know Sirius owned a motorbike, it wasn’t all that surprising considering what April had told you just a few hours ago.

Sirius’s eyes narrow slightly, looking at you as if he’s trying very hard to figure you out. “Yeah... I’m fixing it up right now...” he tells you, still grinning.

“Oh? Is it broken?”

He tilts his head back and forth a few times and then says “Not exactly.”

You cross your arms. “Then why are you fixing it up?” you challenge.

Sirius just rolls his eyes. “Well I’d argue that anything that can’t fly can definitely be improved.”

That startles a laugh out of you. “You’re gonna get your motorbike to fly?”

“Laugh it up now!” Sirius nods as you bring a hand to your lips, stifling your giggles. “No one’ll be laughing once I finish my flying motorbike!”

“Oh, I’d love to see it in action.”

“Sure, I’ll take you on a ride once it’s done,” he tells you, voice genuine.

That shuts you up. All of a sudden you find that you have no witty response. Apparently out of all the things that could have rendered you silent, the prospect of going on a ride on Sirius Black’s flying motorbike seems to have done the trick.

Sirius notices.

“I mean- If you want.” he quickly says, raising a hand. “I mean- Sorry. I know we just met, and I made you spill your drink, and I think I stained your towel with whatever that drink was - sorry about that too - but I-”

“Hey,” you cut him off, giving him a pointed but lighthearted look.

He gazes back expectantly.

“I’d love to,” you assure him, and he grins.

You don’t even remember what you were so nervous about. This was easy. Talking to Sirius was so easy once you got into a rhythm.

So you did.

You talked for a while, and when you got tired of standing you laid down on your bed, face down, head resting in your hands and legs kicking behind you as Sirius sat cross legged on your trunk in front of you. You talked about possible spells and modifications for Sirius’s motorbike, you bonded about all the times James and Remus had tried to get the two of you together, you even just talked about whatever nonsense came to your heads.

You were still talking (now both sitting on your bed) when the door creaked open, letting in April and Robin. April was asleep and Robin was carrying her bridal style. You notice they’re both barefoot, but Robin only has April’s shoes in hand - hers were probably somewhere in the common room.

“Oh, hey,” you say in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake April.

“Hey,” Robin responds, though she’s not quite as cautious with her volume as you.

Earlier today you’d have thought Robin would’ve freaked out the moment she saw Sirius, but if she cares about him being in the dorm, she doesn’t show it.

“She fell asleep on the couch. Thought I should leave her here,” the blonde explains as she pads over to April’s bed. She drops the shoes on the ground and then pauses to look at you. “Do you mind?” she questions, nodding her head towards the bed.

You quickly get up, striding over to April’s bed and pulling back the blankets.

“Thanks,” Robin murmurs as she gently sets the raven haired girl down.

You pull the covers up again and April stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up.

Robin finally acknowledges Sirius. “Hi,” she waves with a smile. Sirius smiles back. “Sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, it’s fine. We were just talking,” you assure her, and she nods a bit before turning her attention back to April, gazing down at her with a slight furrow to her brow.

“Where’s Bea?” you voice, curious.

“Went off with her Hufflepuff, I expect.”

“Mm. Is the party over?”

“Quiet get-together.” Robin corrects you without a second thought and you laugh lightly, sitting back down on your bed beside Sirius. “And yeah. I’m gonna go try to clean up a bit,” she says, sounding like the prefect she is.

You watch as Robin hesitates over April for a bit, smoothing the blankets over, brushing stray hairs from the sleeping girl’s face. It’s as if she wants to take care of her but isn’t sure how. In the end, she gives you a smile, bids a polite ‘goodbye’ to Sirius, and then exits quietly.

“We never went and found James and Remus,” you turn to look at Sirius once the door closes and he grins.

“I don’t think they ever expected us to.”

“You’re probably right.”

April stirs again and you get up to close the curtains of her four-poster.

“I should go help Robin,” you tell Sirius, and he takes the cue quickly standing up.

“Right. Sorry I kept you up.“

“No, it was fun. Sorry I spilled my drink on you.”

“No, it was fun,” Sirius echoes, and you give him a slight shove.

The two of you walk across the room and out of the door in comfortable silence, and once you’re in the corridor you speak up.

“So, hypothetically,” you start.

“Uh-huh,” Sirius assents immediately.

“If you wanted to... I don’t know... Have breakfast with me tomorrow...”

“Oh?”

“How would you go about that?”

“Hypothetically?” Sirius raises an eyebrow, as if double checking.

“Of course,” you nod.

“Well in this completely made up scenario,” he starts, “I’d probably meet you here at seven and walk you down to the Great Hall.”

You fight a smile. “Well, great.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. Hypothetically I’d definitely be ready by then.”

“Perfect.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

You’ve reached the door that leads out of the common room by now, and you open it up, leaning against the frame. The rest of the castle is dark as it’s well past midnight, and you can hear the quiet sounds of nearby portraits snoring. You’d be worried about him getting caught, but with all the pranks the Marauders have pulled throughout the years, you know for a fact that Sirius Black had plenty of experience sneaking about the castle after curfew.

You watch as he lights his wand with a quick ‘Lumos’ and starts to walk off, but then he hesitates.

“What?” you voice as he turns around, walking back towards you.

He stops right in front of you, looking at you very intensely, scrutinizing every inch of your face. For a brief moment you expect him to lean in and kiss you, but then he speaks.

“I know you brought up motorbikes on purpose. That girl April takes muggle studies with me, and she-”

You quickly shut the door in his face and press your back against it, eyes wide and smiling despite yourself.

You scurry off to help Robin and a few others clean up, spirits high with the promise of having breakfast with Sirius tomorrow morning.

And who knows, maybe by tomorrow he’ll forget all about the motorbike thing. At least, you hope he does.

(He doesn’t.)

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Bonus, the next morning:

“There they are!” James exclaims as you and Sirius approach the table.

“Did he live up to your expectations?” Remus asks you pointedly as you sit down, and you poke your tongue out at him in response.

And then you shrug. “I’ve gotta say, right off the bat I wasn’t impressed.”

“You’re the one who spilled your drink all over me. My poor new shirt! Ruined!”

“Oh, boo hoo. Where will you ever find another plain, white T-shirt?”

“It had sentimental value!”

“And now it has a cute new design! So you’re welcome.”

“You want me to thank you for a stain?”

“It’s a fun souvenir from your first time in a non Gryffindor common room.”

“I should write on it. Big letters: ‘I went to Ravenclaw Tower and all I got was this lousy stained shirt.’”

“At least the stain is purple, it looked nice. Suits you.”

“Are you saying I look good in purple?”

“Sure.”

“So you’re saying I look good?”

“I- I didn’t-” you stammer, and then groan.

“Ah-ha!” Sirius points a finger at you. “Outwitted by a Gryffindor! If only Rowena Ravenclaw could see you now.”

Across the table, Remus and James watch on in dismay.

“Are you already regretting getting them together or is it just me?” James voices.

In response Remus sighs, “Oh, it’s not just you.”

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(hey ps for the sake of my sanity let’s just pretend there was no easy simple drying spell they could’ve used)

also: about robin & april

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taglist <3 // @isxfisticated @l-adysansa @tomshollandz

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Overheat [6]

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He'd been so sure of the ways he'd cherish the moment, how he'd kiss every inch of Kinn's body, ride him till the sun came up and maybe, once or twice, fuck Kinn in return. In his head, Kinn would be a canvas, set and ready for Porsche to leave his mark on.

How wrong he'd been.

Because Kinn was nobody's canvas. Kinn was a forest fire, scorching the seams of Porsche's sanity, drowning out any possible thought as he lay in Kinn's bed, unable to make his own body move because Kinn was all encompassing, wiping everyone else from the face of the earth till all that Porsche could think about was Kinn's body writhing above his.

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CHAPTER SIX

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Porsche tried not to dwell because he had rehearsals all day.

Yet, every time his eyes strayed, his chest flared to find Kinn watching him with intensity. He couldn't help it. The need to enjoy the secret between them, to move like he'd moved the night before, was too strong to ignore.

It had been beyond his wildest dreams. And Porsche had had dreams about it. About what he'd do, how he'd act if Kinn ever gave him the chance. He'd been so sure of what he'd bring to table, a night of unbridled passion, where he set Kinn's world ablaze, burning Kinn's desire in his path so that no other lover could follow in Porsche's wake.

He'd been so sure of the ways he'd cherish the moment, how he'd kiss every inch of Kinn's body, ride him till the sun came up and maybe, once or twice, fuck Kinn in return. In his head, Kinn would be a canvas, set and ready for Porsche to leave his mark on.

Oh, how wrong he'd been.

Because Kinn was nobody's canvas. Kinn was a forest fire, scorching the seams of Porsche's sanity, drowning out any possible thought as he lay in Kinn's bed, unable to make his own body move because Kinn was all encompassing, wiping everyone else from the face of the earth till all that Porsche could think about was Kinn's body writhing above his, his dick sliding in and out of Porsche, hitting just right till Porsche was a gone man.

Not to mention Kinn's obsession with Porsche's nipples. He had one or the other in his mouth, every other minute. And when his mouth was free, he was calling on Porsche, a prayer from his lips to God's ears because Porsche could do nothing but obey.

"What's gotten into you?" Pete asked during the water break.

"Heh?" Porsche asked back.

"You're sexy."

"I am?" Porsche said, pulling his mind away from Kinn. Because Porsche could feel the heat of Kinn's gaze, roving up and down his body.

"I like it," Pete said, appreciatively. "There were a few times that I thought you wanted to fuck me. Bravo."

Porsche was so distracted by the compliment that was a mess after that. Porsche knew how to be sexy. He knew how to sell a motorbike. He knew how to sell shoes. If you wanted a strong alpha on a product, Porsche knew how to be that. But now, apparently, Porsche was... omega sexy too?

"Take a break," the director said, sighing. "We'll work on other scenes."

He knew he'd disappointed the director again. Trying to be this new kind of sexy was confusing for Porsche. If he thought about it, it didn’t work. Maybe if he just focused on Kinn instead.

No, he couldn't do that. Kinn was not a tool. Kinn was a human being. A very handsome, sexy, able human being who had a fiancé around the corner. Fuck! It had been a one time thing and now that it was done with, Porsche was going to move on. He was going to have to find a way to do this without trying to seduce Kinn every rehearsal.

Porsche didn't cry that night. Not when he wanted to, in the shower. Not in his bed. Certainly not when he spent the entire night replaying the events of the previous night, over and over to the point it was engraved in his head forever.

He was so fucking stupid. One time? How was one time supposed to help him? If he hadn't been in love with Kinn before, he was now. And he was never going to get anything out of it because Kinn would move on. And there was also the painful possibility that it was all just another night for Kinn. Another ass to fuck.

Porsche didn't fucking cry.

Pete didn't come back to the room that night. Porsche didn't begrudge him that. Finding someone to fuck in this place was a blessing. If Porsche had someone of his own  he'd sleep in that room instead. Fuck whatever intimacy protocol the production was trying to establish by having paired lovers bunk together. Porsche was an actor. He had five months to get it right before the shows began. He had five months to "fall in love" with Pete. Spending a few nights getting his back blown out by someone else wouldn't ruin the job.

The next morning, on his way to the gym, Porsche was dragged into a broom closet and set against the door.

"You'll want to be quiet," Kinn whispered before dropping to his knees before Porsche.

He scrambled for words, trying to understand what was happening because, surely, Porsche had to be dreaming.

"What are you-"

Porsche's head banged against the door as Kinn lifted Porsche's dick and gave it a whole, hearty suck. Okay, maybe it was foolish not to know where this was going, but nowhere on this planet had it been written that Kinn would ever do something so reckless. So crazy. So divine. Fucking lord of happiness.

Ten minutes later, when Porsche showed up to the gym, his mind was still reeling.

"Are you okay?" Pete asked.

"Yeah, yes. I am." He shook his head.

Daringly, Porsche thought of Kinn again, during rehearsal, running the day's events through his mind. The few times he gave the director any attention, the man looked less like he wanted to murder Porsche. Sometimes, he even looked approving.

Playing Beon opposite Tem, who was cast as the alpha emperor, was a little easier. He knew Tem. They'd worked on a bunch of TV projects together. Unlike Porsche, this wasn't Tem's first stage gig. He had a bit more experience. But at least, his stage experience didn't dwarf Porsche's the way Pete's did.

Which meant that the director got exasperated with both of them, an equal amount, instead of it all just being Porsche.

"You're the emperor's omega, Porsche," the director said. "Don't look him in the eye."

Porsche lowered his gaze, staring down at Tem's chest, with his right hand slung around Tem's shoulder, while his left hand kept room for the audience' view. Tem was sitting on a make-shift throne, legs out, beneath Porsche.

"Perfect," the director said. "Continue."

"It's everyday now, Your Majesty," Porsche said, breathing heavily as he thought of Kinn's hand on his body.

"Is it?" Tem asked, plucking Porsche's hands from his body and shoving him away.

As Porsche fell back on the floor, Tem got to his feet, advancing on Porsche as Porsche crawled backwards.

"You belong to me, Beon."

"I know that, Your Majesty."

"You exist for my pleasure. Do you understand?"

"I do."

"DO YOU?" Tem screamed.

For a moment, Porsche forgot his lines, staring up at Tem. Because this was how Tem was supposed to be. This was how he was supposed to play the part. But something in Porsche's head clicked as he realized that an alpha was threatening him. Pretending to be scared morphed into real fear and then subtle anger. He wanted to scream back at Tem.

"Porsche," the director said.

Realizing that the heavy breathing Porsche was hearing was his own, he turned to the director.

"I'm sorry," he said, clearing his throat. "Let's take it again. Please. Director, I'm sorry."

"Again," the director said as Porsche got up to start again.

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"You're doing great," Kinn said to him, when he was taking a minute outside, while other scenes ran through.

"I am," Porsche said, standing up straight. Kinn was speaking in his normal voice, but Porsche couldn't help remembering what he sounded like when he was excited.

"You're a beautiful omega." Kinn laughed, looking at the ground, nervously.

"Thank you," Porsche replied.

"I was sold today. Very beautiful."

Kinn looked out into the street from where they were on the balcony. Then he put his hands on his waist. Before he dropped them and looked at Porsche.

Kinn was just as nervous as Porsche.

This was what they'd been reduced to. A pair who told each other anything, who could joke about anything, was now just a couple of guys stifled by passionate memories.

"Okay, so I'll just head back in," Kinn said. "Pete has a scene with Time and... yep."

And he was gone.

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Porsche was still wet from his shower when he opened the door and Kinn slipped in.

"Pete isn't here, right?" he asked, before grabbing Porsche by the towel and slamming their bodies together.

Letting Kinn dictate their movements, Porsche was pushed back towards the bed, his towel falling to the ground as Kinn fondled him.

A loud crash sounded when a building brick came flying to the room. They pulled apart, shocked as they stared at it for a couple of seconds, before Kinn rushed to the window.

"Bloody, fucking protesters," Kinn said, pulling out his phone. "I'm calling security."

Porsche picked up the brick where a piece of paper had been tied to it with the words, "you will die before you will be Beon" written across it.

"We need security in room 411. Someone just tried to hurt one of the actors."

Porsche sat back on his bed, dazed, holding the brick in his hand. This wasn't the first time he'd received hate for any of his roles or political stances. But this time, Kinn had been in the room. Kissing Porsche.

Porsche had to keep reminding himself that they were four floors off the ground. No one saw. No one saw. No one saw.

"I've called Vegas and the producer. They're on their way. You should get dressed."

By the time everyone showed up, Porsche was wearing a pair of comfy trousers and a shirt. But he was still holding the brick.

They had to pry it from his hands and even then, he could barely explain what had happened. Kinn kept checking on him, trying to get him to answer, but Porsche was afraid of what he'd say. "I was kissing Kinn when the brick came flying into my room" was not the best set of words for his future.

As soon as the hotel staff and the play's producers were gone, Porsche was left with Vegas and Kinn in the room.

"Phi-Kinn, can you give us a moment?"

"Sure," Kinn said. "Good night, Porsche."

Porsche nodded, watching him leave.

As soon as the door closed, Porsche looked at Vegas.

"Damn it, Porsche," Vegas said quietly.

Porsche gulped and averted his eyes.

"Do you have any idea how fucked you are if this gets out?"

"It was one time."

"Let's pretend I have a brain, for one second."

"Vegas-"

"What was he doing here so late? Why was the front of his clothes wet and yet you're the one who looks like you just had a shower."

"It was spontaneous and it just-"

"It isn't going to happen again. Do you understand me?"

Porsche would have agreed if there was no chance of Kinn wanting him back. But he'd tasted Kinn's desire. He knew what was bubbling beneath the surface. Porsche was not going to give that up now.

"Porsche."

"No," he said, looking Vegas in the eye.

Vegas pushed away from the wall, radiating fury.

"Let me walk you through the possible shit show you're setting up for yourself."

Porsche got up and paced away from his bed.

"People find out your fucking Kinn when Kinn only fucks omegas, they'll assume you're an omega. Guess what?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Guess anyway."

"No one will find out."

"When the omega rumors surface... AGAIN... you'll be forced to submit to another presentation examination, at which point your condition will be revealed."

"You're being dramatic."

"You think the entertainment world will eat you up for what they find out, just wait till Kinn finds out."

Porsche turned away from Vegas, resisting the urge to punch him.

"He won't care."

"Then I'm assuming you told him. He knows the condition you were treating that kept you off the market for two fucking years, right?" Vegas asked. "Because that is something you're supposed to disclose to your partners before you start fucking them."

"Give me a break, for fucksake," Porsche said. "What do you want? You want me to go tell him right now? Fine."

As Porsche headed for the door, Vegas grabbed him by the hand, leaning into him.

"Wait," he said. "Think of what you're doing."

"I'll tell him the truth."

"You'll break him, Porsche."

To that, Porsche had absolutely nothing to say. What the hell? If it wasn't for the words itself, for the manner in which Vegas spoke, almost like he was begging Porsche. Which, Vegas almost never did. Not recently.

"You know what he's like when he's in love."

"He's not in love with me."

"He's always been obsessed with you. Do you imagine what he's going through now that you've added sex to the mix?"

Porsche pulled his arm out of Vegas' grasp.

"What do you want me to do then?"

"I want you to stop," Vegas said. "I want you to cut this off before it gets any worse than it already is because you can't tell him the truth."

"But-"

"You know his history. You know what happened to him the last time. I can't even believe that you would do this when you know-"

"He'll understand."

Vegas rubbed his forehead.

"Oh, high school flashbacks," he said. "This is not about a broken bike. This is real life. You think Kinn is some forgiving god, but he's not. He's a human being and he will not understand when he finds out."

Porsche shook head.

"No."

"I mean it."

"If it was you, would you stop?" Porsche asked. "If it was someone you've wanted so much that sometimes you couldn't breathe in their presence, would you let go if there was a chance that they felt even a modicum of what you were feeling for them?"

"This is not about me."

"It's not?" Porsche asked.

"This is about you and Kinn."

"Which is why you should listen because I'm only going to say this once," Porsche said. "You will never bring this up again. You will never discuss me with Kinn. You will walk out of this room and pretend that you don't see anything. Or, I swear to god, I will never speak to you again."

Vegas frowned, taking a step back.

"You don't mean that."

"Don't I?"

"Even if you hate me, I'm still your manager."

"No, you're not. As you always like to remind me, Toss is my manager. I'm just an artist in your company, remember?"

Vegas licked his lips, barely concealing a sneer as he stormed out of the room.

Porsche collapsed on his bed, tears flowing down his face. Because he couldn't believe he'd just said that to Vegas. Because of Kinn. But who could blame him? This was Kinn. If Vegas dangled Kinn's feelings in front of Porsche, how did he expect Porsche to walk away now? Because if Kinn was on his way to loving Porsche, there was no way Porsche was going to be able to stop.

Not now. Probably not ever.