#plus a lot of the designs i see make her cute and young and skinny which also sucks

[many-gay-magpies]

so often when i see people's' interpretations of "genderbent"/female aziraphale they just feel so wrong to me and i couldn't pinpoint why until i realized its because they all make her ridiculously sweet and femme and delicate. and in my heart of hearts i just KNOW "fem" aziraphale would be the most sophisticated old butch you've ever seen.

[ratedbangtann]

Picture Perfect || KTH

As a plus size model, you're used to your fair share of ignorance and shaming. By now, it's water off a duck's back; you're a strong woman, hardened to it. But then there were those on the other end of the scale, who simply adored you and your body. Much like photographer, Kim Taehyung...

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Plus Size Reader (but please feel free to enjoy if you aren’t!) Word count: 7.8k Warnings: Fatphobia, derogatory terms, rude assholes, shy Tae (at first), slight manipulation (but opportunity to back out), taeconda, oral sex (m receiving), light spanking, BBW fetishizing, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex

A/N: Welcome to another plus size reader fic! If you don’t consider yourself to be plus size, don’t worry - feel free to enjoy it anyway! 

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“You’re joking, right?” the ignorant voice of the photographer bellowed through the studio. You stood with your arms folded over your chest, pissed off at the vile and sleazy guy in front of you. Your agent beside you positively seething too. She had got you this gig, and the brand owners were more than happy to have you involved. And yet this prick…

“Problem, Mr. Carter?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, as a matter of fact. This is a lingerie shoot,” he said, incredulous as if his point were obvious.

“Yes, it is,” she stated, clearly impatient.

“I’m not photographing… her in lingerie,” he looked toward you in disgust, nose scrunched and forehead creasing all the way up to his non-existent hairline.

“Got a problem with me, have you?” you piped up. Already today you had had your hair and make-up done, and you were in your first set under your bathrobe ready for the shoot. And now, this asshole was refusing to photograph you as if it were his shoot?

“Yeah, as a matter of fact. Don’t particularly wanna see some fat chick in a thong.”

Oh, how your blood boiled.

“Mr. Carter, is something the matter?” A gentleman you recognised to be the lingerie company’s co-CEO wandered over, with his business partner in tow. From what you could gather, they were a married couple; Cynthia designed the lines whilst Carlisle handled the business. They were a great team, and rapidly becoming some of the biggest names in the lingerie business.

“Sir, I’m sorry but I’m not photographing this. You must have a more attractive model…”

You’d dealt with pricks like this through your entire career; assholes who wrinkled their nose in disgust at your curves, your beautiful jiggly bits, your stretch marks, cellulite… You’d had to deal with being photoshopped to within an inch of your life and cut out of group shots completely. You’d been turned down for editorial spreads and commercials alike since day one. You’d grown a thick skin to it but it still pissed you off when someone was just as rude to you as this dickhead.

You loved your body, were proud of it. Sure, you were plus size. You weren’t skinny and slim or even simply just “thicc” but you were beautiful, and you’d made quite the name for yourself in the modelling world.

“I don’t see anything unattractive about Ms. _____,” Carlisle looked you up and down, turning back to Mr. Carter; Robert, you thought you heard someone say.

“I’m not photographing a fat girl!” he almost yelled, his fragile masculinity in tatters confronted by three women and a very in-tune and open minded man. You half expected him to stomp his foot like a child having a tantrum.

“Well then we’ll just have to find somebody who will, won’t we?” Carlisle smiled a sickly sweet smile at Robert. The kind that could rot your teeth.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his face turning red with rage.

“You’re fired, Mr. Carter. I suggest an attitude adjustment if you’d ever like to work in this town again,” Carlisle remained calm, gesturing to the door. The livid little man stormed out of the room, grabbing his kit along the way and slamming the door to the studio behind him, the few members of staff scattered around watching on in silence. “I’m so sorry about him. Ms. _____,” he turned to you, apologetic smile on his handsome face.

“That’s quite alright, he’s not my first ignorant asshole,” you smiled back.

“Shit, where the hell are we going to find a photographer at such short notice? _____ is already made up, we only rented the studio for the day and we could-“ Cynthia was panicking, rambling with her hands flinging about through the air as she paced back and forth.

“Honey, honey, relax… Let me make some calls. I know this guy, an old friend of mine. I’m sure he’s in town. Give me ten minutes,” he steadied her movements with his large hand on her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she took a deep breath. How cute.

Carlisle left the room, phone pressed to his ear as he tried to get hold of whoever he knew. Cynthia turned to you, then.

“I really am sorry for that guy… If I’d have known he was like that I wouldn’t have hired him,” she scratched the back of her neck.

“Don’t worry about it, Cynthia, I’ve had a lot worse. Right, Mia?” Your agent beside you nodded with an unsatisfactory grimace on her face, recalling the amount of times she’d had to find you other shoots after being cast aside.

“90 percent the male specimen, of course,” she grumbled. Ah, Mia; her opinions were nothing if not colourful. Cynthia chuckled though, nodding in understanding.

“Well we’re honoured to have you model for us, ____. The new line is inclusive of all sizes and shapes, some to accentuate parts of the body whilst others to help discourage insecurities. We could think of no one better to showcase our hard work,” she smiled so brightly, genuinely excited to have you on board.

“Thank you, it’s a pleasure! The sets are stunning, I’ve been a fan of your brand for a long time now.” The three of you stood chatting away for a little while, now with nothing to do until a photographer could be found.

“Honey, he’s on his way,” Carlisle stepped into the room with a smirk on his face. “I told you I could handle it.”

“And this is why I married you,” she laughs, pecking his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Oh, how sweet… If only you had the time to find yourself a kind and affectionate man like that. Alas, your career didn’t allow time for much of a social life.

“He’s the other side of town so it could still be a little while, but what do you say we get some drinks from the Starbucks across the street and some lunch in the meantime?” Carlisle suggested. Well, that was one way to kill some time…

*****

“Ah, Taehyung! How are you, man?” Carlisle’s voice was loud and boisterous as he chewed on his muffin, standing up to greet whoever had just walked into the studio. You turned to look, but Carlisle was a tall and broad man, covering most of the photographer’s frame.

“Doing well, Carl, how are you?” He sounded excited, like he was happy to see his friend once again.

“Yeah, pretty good! Have you met the wife yet?”

“Can’t say I have…”

“Ah, you must. Come on over… Cynthia!” he called to her, her head perking up from the table and chairs you were sat at covered in Starbucks wrappers. “Taehyung, this is my wonderful wife and designer of all our products; Cynthia Blake.”

Carlisle had shown the young photographer over to your table, now standing at the head and looking down at Cynthia, who stood up to shake Taehyung’s hand. He seemed a relatively shy looking man, camera bag slung over his back, black beret in place on his head. His hair curled out from underneath it in wild tendrils, framing his golden face.

He looked more like he’d be interested in artistic photography of scenery and still-life objects, judging by his clothing. Wide-leg cream pants, a black plain t-shirt and a brown suede waistcoat didn’t quite scream fashion photography, but you’d learned not to judge someone so soon in your years in modelling.

“Kim Taehyung, miss. Pleased to meet you, finally. Carlisle has told me a lot about you,” he bowed his head as he shook her hand. And then he was being introduced to Mia and yourself.

“…and this is ____, our model for the day,” Cynthia proudly showed you off to him, still sat in your bathrobe with full hair and make-up.

Your eyes met, and suddenly you could see his face so much clearer. Those beautiful big round eyes, that’s you could now see were slightly different in shape; one double lid, one mono-lid. His jawline that curved delicately and sharpened at his chin, 5 o’clock shadow evident. The freckles that landed on the end of his nose and in the waterline of his eyes; gentle little beauty marks…

You hadn’t noticed his eyes widen. It was almost like recognition, like he knew you from a past life. But he kept his composure and mumbled a shy hello, quieter than when he’d greeted Cynthia.

“Hi, Taehyung was it?” you shook his hand, noting the long fingers adorned in many rings and just how soft his palm was in yours. You tried to shake the feeling of attraction that was bubbling away inside you but it was difficult; you weren’t sure you had ever seen a man so devastatingly handsome.

“Y-yeah… pleasure to meet you. You look… stunning,” he chuckled nervously and turned back to Carlisle. “I’ll just need a few minutes to set up and we can get started.”

“Yeah, take your time, Tae,” he grinned, showing him over to the backdrops and light fixtures.

“He likes you,” Mia nudged your side, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up, he’s just shy…”

“______, he basically undressed you with his eyes! You saw it too, right Cynthia?” she turned for backup. Cynthia sat back down with a smile on her face.

“Oh, I saw it.”

“How professional of you both,” you teased, shaking your head with laughter. “I’m going to ask make up to do a touch up. I think lunch may have ruined my lips.”

Ignoring their little jeers and smug comments, you headed off to the little room to the left, filled with the garments you would be modelling throughout the day and a little dresser for the make-up artist to work her magic on you.

*****

“Alright, _____ if I could have you sat on the stool in the middle there… perfect. Cynthia, what are we achieving with this set?” Taehyung asked, wanting to know how he should ask you to convey the white lingerie with pretty white fluffy parts dangling from various places.

“Innocence and purity. The set itself is called ‘purity’, so something like that?” she gave her directions, and you worked your magic.

Now that you had taken off your robe and were parading around in the flattering white set, you felt your confidence sky-rocketing as it always did during a shoot. Nothing made you feel more powerful than having all eyes on you; especially in some of the prettiest and most body-friendly lingerie you had ever seen.

“Beautiful,” Taehyung commented, crouching down to get the perfect shots and play around with the lighting a little. Cynthia and Carlisle stood to the side, watching each photo pop up on the laptop set up. “It’s nice to work with a professional, you seem to need very little direction,” he complimented.

“She’s been in this game long enough,” Mia answered for you, you staying completely composed as he snapped away, flash dazzling.

“If you could just stand up for me, we’ll get rid of the stool there to get a few more shots of the lingerie itself.” Taehyung fiddled with some settings on his camera, while a staff member removed the stool from the shot. “Fantastic, if you could face the camera for a few, and then turn, we’ll get every angle.”

It was amazing, really; Taehyung staying as professional as composed as he was. Because Mia and Cynthia had been right. He was into you, very much so. The second he saw you, he thought you were the most beautiful creature on God’s green earth. Watching you pose so innocently and with absolute picturesque tranquillity in the most beautiful underwear he could imagine was affecting him more than the artist inside him would like to admit.

He’d done hundreds of shoots over the years, including nude and lingerie shoots and never, ever had he had such a problem focussing as he did today. But then, none of those shoots were of you.

“Tae, I think that’s plenty for Purity. _____, would you mind getting changed again for me, love? The deep green set will look beautiful with your skin tone, I suggest that one next,” Cynthia called to you.

“Ah, Evergreen?” you asked.

“That’s the one!” she clapped excitedly, filled with utter glee seeing her collection finally being tried out on a model. It was all becoming real for her; her second line of lingerie would be hitting the shelves very soon.

You headed back into the little room to change, Evergreen being a little more revealing and sultrier than Purity had been. The bra was a stunning forest green lace with almost a half-corset attached – fantastic support and helped to smooth out insecurities in the back. The briefs were high waisted and made in the same lace, with suspender clips dangling from them. And of course, to match; a stunning set of black suspenders, heels and a mesh black robe to go over the top. Modest, but not modest enough.

When you walked back out, Taehyung audibly gasped. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the blood travelling south. He averted his gaze, willing himself to calm down. Mia giggled to herself; aw, bless him, she thought.

“I knew it would look beautiful against your skin tone!” Cynthia clapped.

“Um, okay… can we have the stool back please, backdrop change, the ivy to drape over the back. _____, if you wouldn’t mind heading back over to the set and taking a seat,” Taehyung didn’t properly look up at you, giving you general directions and pretending to fiddle with his camera. And now you started to see it…

He was nervous.

The staff draped the ivy artistically over the backdrop, letting it hang down behind you to fit in with the evergreen vibe. You sat back down, getting into a slightly different position than before.

“What kind of look are we going for this time, Cyn?” you asked. This wasn’t going to be another innocent look.

“Um, more like a wood nymph, at one with nature, a little temptress perhaps?” she asked, whilst a hair stylist faffed with fitting little daisies into your hair.

Again, you did as instructed; dark, sultry eyes stared into the camera, as if tempting a human into the forest. You looked absolutely delectable, and it was causing huge issues for poor Taehyung. Well, one particularly huge issue. Thankfully for him, the way he crouched to take your photo hid it well. But it made life so much more difficult.

Mentally, he was cursing himself. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d worked with hundreds of models. Why were you the only one he’d ever…

In fact, for the rest of the shoot, the poor guy struggled. Each new set of lingerie posed new challenges, showing off your gorgeous body in new and different ways with different expressions and stories to accompany each one.

“Beautiful, truly! Wow. These photos will look stunning on the website!” Cynthia was positively beaming by the end. “That’s a wrap!”

Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief as he knelt down to start taking his camera apart, slotting the bits and pieces into each compartment of his bag. You simply stepped off the set, heading over to the laptop to flick through the photos.

Mia, however, was being her devious self. She had seen the photos, knew they were stunning. But she had also seen Taehyung’s reactions to each set, each pose. She knew about his big problem, and found it oh, so amusing to meddle.

“Taehyung, may I have a moment of your time?” she asked him, standing over him with a large smile on her face. Taehyung swallowed hard and nodded, standing upright to follow her over to the table at the back of the room where you’d earlier been sat drinking your Starbucks.

“I wondered if I may ask what kind of work you usually do? I know this was a favour for a friend of ours, but what is your style?” she asked him, pulling a chair for him to sit opposite her.

“Usually editorial fashion shoots, a lot of scenery and travel in my spare time though,” he smiled sweetly, a little more comfortable now that he no longer had his problem nor did he have to focus on you and your beautiful curves, the stunning lingerie, thinking of what he would do given the chance…

No, Tae. You’re drifting again. Focus, he told himself.

“I see, it’s just… _____ has been looking for just the right photographer to do some nude shots. Tasteful of course, we’re not talking playboy but…”

Tae’s blood ran cold. The flush in his cheeks must have drained, skin paling at the thought. Mia was still talking, but he could barely listen.

“I mean she’s been wanting to focus on a body positivity campaign for a while, but she hasn’t quite figured out who to trust to photograph her in just the right way, do you know what I mean?”

Tae cleared his throat, bringing himself back down to reality. “Uh yeah, sure…”

“Your shots today were stunning and I’m sure she agrees. I was thinking perhaps you could give those photos a go? You can be as artistic or as simple as you like with them, but I trust your judgement. Googled you to check out your other work too. Impressive, truly.” Mia was rambling on, but Tae could hardly take in a word of what she was saying.

“Th-thank you…” he mumbled, forcing a smile.

“So... are you interested?” she asked, “we can draw up a contract quite easily, _____ is very easy to work with.”

“S-sure… Yeah, okay. Sounds great,” he agreed, all whilst his head was screaming at him for being a moron. If he couldn’t control his damn hard on today, how on earth would he cope with full nudity? You were utterly bewitching. This couldn’t end well, surely?

“Fantastic! I’ve got some calls to make, would you mind letting her know you’re up for it?” she asked, pulling her phone from her back pocket and already standing up and sauntering out of the door to make her calls in the hall. Tae didn’t have a chance to object.

So instead, he got up to find you. You were no longer working your way through the photos, and the majority of the set had been cleared away. You were nowhere to be seen.

“Carlisle, where did _____ go?” he asked the couple who were packing things into cases.

“Oh, she’s in the back room, probably packing her things away, changing. Do you need something?” he asked.

“Her agent said she wanted another shoot with me, I just wanted a word about it,” he nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“Oh, well just go knock, honey. I’m sure she’d be happy to chat,” Cynthia smiled motioning toward the door you’d walked through only moments ago. With that, she slung a satchel over her shoulder and picked up a case of props and set pieces. “We’re off, we have so much to do. Really thought, Taehyung, thank you so, so much for helping out today.”

“Yeah, thanks man. Such short notice too, you really did us a favour. The photos are beautiful. I’ll drop your cheque over to wherever you’re staying, just text me the address. I’m sorry we can’t hang out this evening. You free Thursday?” Carlisle was busy picking up cases and trunks and bags to leave with as he spoke, but Tae knew just how genuine he was about meeting.

“Yeah, Thursday evening would be great, perhaps dinner if you’re both available?” he smiled sweetly.

“Absolutely, we’ll be in touch! Thanks so much, Tae! Bloody life saver,” Carlisle patted his back, scurrying out of the studio along with his wife and the rest of the staff that were left behind.

For a moment, Tae stood in the silence, letting himself breathe deep. He was readying himself to talk to you, to approach you after he’d spent nearly four hours photographing you in skimpy and gorgeous outfits. Christ, how was he ever going to do a nude photoshoot for you?

Professionalism. That’s all it took.

He sauntered over to the door you were hidden behind and knocked perhaps a little heavier than intended. He heard something clatter inside and a quiet “shit” as if you’d dropped something.

“Yep, come in!” you called when you’d picked the rail up. Thankfully you’d already packed the lingerie into a small case on the floor – freebies from Cynthia as extra payment – so it was just the empty rail that had tipped. The door clicked open and shut again and you turned, expecting to see Mia.

“Oh, sorry… I assumed you were dressed. I’ll come back,” Taehyung’s deep voice sounded so shocked to see you still in the lingerie set from the last photos; a pretty deep purple set; high waisted purple mesh thong with white daisies dotted all over and a pretty bralette with surprising support to match. Cynthia had called it Asters, a type of purple daisy to combine the two elements together.

“Wait, it’s fine. I mean, I’ve been wearing… not much else all afternoon,” you chuckled, unashamed. Tae couldn’t really argue with that. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no, just… well your agent was talking to me, about a shoot you wanted to do. She said I should ask you about it?” he averted his gaze but stayed in the doorway. You were a little too close for his own comfort; the room you were in was no bigger than an average closet, and the dressing table took up most of it, let alone the rail.

“Oh, she did?” you asked, taking a seat on the stool in front of the table. “What shoot?”

He really couldn’t look you in the eye, let alone anywhere else. If his problem arose again, there was no way of hiding it. He did his best to direct his through process to professionalism once again.

“Yeah, some kind of artsy nude shoot, for a body positivity campaign?”

You watched in amusement as he looked everywhere in the tiny room other than at you. This is exactly what Mia had been talking about earlier. Halfway through the shoot, she’d handed you a bottle of water and told you to watch him; he couldn’t look you in the eye. He really was attracted to you. How cute.

The more you looked, the more you had noticed it. He blushed at the slightest eye contact, willing himself to calm the hell down with some deep breaths. And each time sent a tiny little thrill through you, so you played up to you, practically ‘making love to the camera’ as the old industry professionals used to say.

“Oh, that? Hmm, yeah. I don’t know about that anymore…” you lied. You knew exactly what you were doing, leading the horse to water but… would he drink?

“Oh… She said you were really excited about it, I just thought-“

“Yeah I don’t think people would like it. No one wants to see me naked,” you scoffed. Another lie. You had a huge online following who would love the positivity it spread, congratulate you on it, call you a queen and a goddess.

“I-I’m sure that’s not true,” he stuttered, eyes flicking up to meet yours just for a second. He blushed again and you had to do your very best not to giggle.

“I guess I just don’t feel too sexy, lately. Despite this,” you gestured to your attire, his gaze following your hand. Honestly, like a moth to a flame…

He realised what he’d done as his gaze reached your ample thighs and quickly readjusted his view, back up to a very interesting spot on the wall above your head.

“Well, um… I’m sorry you feel like that, you really are sexy,” he mumbled. Bingo.

“Do you think so?” you asked innocently, feigning disbelief.

“Y-yeah… I mean, your photos today came out really, um… beautiful.”

“Well, you’re just a good photographer,” you laughed softly, watching him so carefully.

“Photographers are only as good as their subjects, Miss _____,” he smiled at you then, sweet and unmenacing. This guy was too pure for his own good, surely. “Truthfully, you’re a beautiful woman. You had so much confidence on set today, I had no idea you weren’t feeling it…”

You smiled down at your hands in your lap, purposefully twiddling them before placing your palms flat on your thighs, rubbing them up and down slowly. His eyes followed them, his jaw hanging open just a little as he lost himself in thought.

Thoughts of how soft your thighs might feel under his touch, how goosebumps might raise at the feeling of his rings on the warm flesh. Thoughts of how soft and supple you would feel, how pretty and puffy you might be between them…

“D-do you think I should do the campaign?” you interrupted his train of thought.

“Definitely,” he said with such conviction. He hadn’t meant to; not really. But… here he was. And he stood his ground.

“And you’d be okay with that?” you asked, innocently.

“Of course, I’m interested in making art.” He tried to sound firm, confident but the little quiver of his bottom lip gave him away.

“Making art… with me?” Oh, you were really pushing him now. Was that a hint of seduction he heard in your tone? Or was he imagining things?

“S-sure…” he wavered. “I’d be honoured.” Why did he say that?! He mentally cursed himself.

“Honoured?” you giggled to yourself, “that’s sweet. I’m sure you’re quite the artist.” He shrugged, starting to feel a little claustrophobic in the small room with you, being so close and so pathetically entranced by the smallest things you did.

When you stood up, he practically tumbled backwards, back hitting the door with a thump.

“Oh, shoot… are you okay?” you asked, rushing forward to help him as he groaned at the sudden contact. But that didn’t help the situation at all, sending him into further panic at the now close proximity.

“F-fine, sorry…”

“Taehyung, you look nervous…” you softened your voice, stepping towards him with mostly concern on your face, but just a hint of playfulness. He dare not believe that’s what he saw though.

“I-I…” he stuttered, not knowing what to say and oh god, you were so close to him now. So close he could smell your perfume; something expensive, perhaps Chanel?

“What is it?” you pressed, but he was starting to lose his resolve. He had to say something, surely. Anything… Right now, he just looked like a bumbling moron.

“I-I just, um…”

“Tell me, maybe I can help…”

“Fuck, you just… you turn me on, okay? Fuck,” he cursed, looking away from you to stare into the top corner of the room, feeling ashamed of himself. He was better than this. A professional. What had you reduced him to?

You simply smirked, stepping even closer to him, until your chests were almost touching.

“I can see that…” you whispered, eyes drifting down. Low and behold, there was the outline of a rather big problem. Tae couldn’t even look, knowing exactly what you were referring to and feeling nothing but shame.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I swear I’m more professional than this, I just-“ You pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him and his eyes went wide, looking down at the digit with surprise.

“You turn me on too,” you smirk, biting down on your bottom lip, still painted from the shoot.

“I-I… I do?”

“Oh yes… Wanna know how much?” you asked cheekily, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, slowly guiding his hand but giving him plenty of opportunity to pull away should he want to. But he didn’t want to. Not at all.

You coaxed his fingertips to grade over the mesh of the lingerie, pressing them to your mound where a tiny little patch of wetness had seeped through the cotton lining inside and stained the material in a dewy wetness.

“Oh, shit…” he breathed, finally looking down at where his hand just barely touched you.

“And that’s just the outside,” you taunted, bottom lip pressed between your teeth. He looked down into your eyes for a moment, wondering if he should… But you answered the question for him, before he’d even had a chance to think it.

Hurriedly, you pressed your lips to his, noting immediately how soft they felt against your own and how hesitant they were in that first split second. But in the end his reaction was visceral, softened lips pushing against yours with all the pent up sexual tension he’d been harbouring for hours.

The hand you barely had a grasp on snaked around your waist, pulling you to him and colliding your full and soft body into his. He wanted to feel every inch of you, every part he’d been photographing all day. And you were going to let him.

When you didn’t immediately shove him away from you, he conceded to his own desires, letting himself become completely hazed with lust. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, testing the waters before he went in to totally devour your mouth. Pressed against him this way, you could feel his body responding. Of course, he was already stiff beneath those cream trousers, but pushing against your thigh you could feel the size of him, mouth watering. You wondered if perhaps he might like to feel just what your mouth could do for him.

Wasting no more time, you pushed the suede waistcoat from his shoulders, slipping it off and throwing it haphazardly over the rail to your left. And not forgetting that adorable beret too, his hair flopping freely in beautiful curls that fell into his hooded eyes. His assault on your lips never faltered, his grip on your waist only loosening to remove the waistcoat.

You pulled barely millimetres away from his lips, hands gripping at his shirt to at least keep his chest pressed to yours as they both heaved with breathlessness.

“Wanna taste you…” you whispered, hot breath fanning over his lips. Your filthy words sent a thrill down his spine, and before he could utter another syllable your hands were dropping to his zipper, pulling it down and popping the button on his trousers. The loose fit fell down high thighs unaided, pooling at his feet to reveal a pair of light grey boxers, his cock straining marvellously against them.

Gently you ghosted your fingertips over his length, earning a shudder and a sharp intake of breath. “Shit,” he whispered, chasing your lips again with a frantic kiss, large hands holding onto your cheeks to stop you from evading him.

You pushed your hand into the waistband, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock and feeling just how thick he was; your fingers couldn’t meet no matter how much you stretched them.

“_____, are you sure you want this?” he asked, doing his very best not to rut his hips into your hand.

“I’ve never slept with someone I worked with before, but absolutely. You’ve been driving me crazy, Taehyung…” you whined, slowly pumping your hand along his shaft, neglecting his tip. “Do you want me?” As silly question really, given your current state.

“So much,” he groaned, the pleasure of your fist starting to affect him. You giggled mischievously and dropped to your knees, leaving him staring down at you as you pulled his underwear down, freeing his dick with a triumphant bounce. He really was above average, and the idea of swallowing what you could was making you drool.

In no mood to waste time teasing, you enveloped the first few inches in warm wetness, suckling as if he were the sweetest lollipop despite the salty tang of pre-cum. Your tongue swirled around him a few times before lying flat under his shaft so you could lean further forward to take more of his length.

Above you, Tae was stunned into silence, heavy breaths all that wold pass his lips. He watched you like a hawk, terrified that should he look away, you and your wonderful mouth would disappear. His hands braced himself on the door behind him, keeping him upright as pleasure ripped through his body.

You took what you could into his throat before your gag reflex started to show itself, having to still use an entire fist around his base to completely envelope him. Your first twisted and pumped in rhythm with the way your head bobbed on his cock, every so often hollowing your cheeks to create a harsher drag that had him hissing between clenched teeth.

“A-ah, shit…” he cried, his head throwing back against the door with a thud and squeezing his eyes shut. “How are you this, good? Jesus…”

The giggle that his cock muffled sent a new wave of desire flooding through him. He didn’t even know that were possible, but somehow the more time you spent sucking, pumping and sheathing his cock in your mouth and throat, the more his grip on reality loosened and he found himself swimming in arousal.

It didn’t seem fair that he was getting such incredible head whilst you were sat before him, already soaking your panties and being devoid of any stimulation; where were his manners? If he was unable to be a professional right now, he would at least a gentleman.

Begrudgingly, he pushed at your shoulders, hands finding yours that gripped his thighs, nails digging into the flesh. He pulled you back to a standing position and threw himself at you, lips and teeth crashing against your own desperately.

“Hardly fair that I get all the attention here, is it sweat pea?” The pet name was so innocent in any other context, but here and now you heard it very differently. His tone was gravelling and darker than before, shrouded in animalistic need.

“Oh, I don’t mind. You did us a favour today, after all. Think of it as… extra payment?” You grinned, hands gripping the black t-shirt he still wore and eyes scanning the lips millimetres from yours you’d just been attached to.

“No need, love. Carlisle is paying a bonus. You owe me nothing at all.”

“Ah, well in that case perhaps you should just fuck me then, hm? Even the score a little…” you laughed, attaching yourself back to those beautiful lips for another heated kiss. The room around you felt even smaller this way, perhaps because the body heat radiating off the pair of you was making the tiny little room unbearably stuffy.

He pushed you backwards until your butt hit the edge of the dressing table, stool kicked underneath it. Taehyung never retracted his mouth from yours, not even when he started to fiddle with the straps of the bralette and pull them down your arms. With no clasps to undo, he simply pulled the material over your head, letting your stunning breasts free for him to grab with both hands, mouth dipping down to immediately suck at one of your nipples.

“Mmf, Taehyung…” you moaned, breathier than you’d expected but the feeling had stolen your breath away completely. Your past lovers had been so greedy with no real idea what they were doing, frantically attempting to hold as much of your as they could in their hands, but Taehyung had a purpose, like he was far more skilled and perhaps used to the company of a much larger girl. Every swirl of his tongue, every tactful squeeze of your breasts was used almost like a weapon against you.

In such close proximity you could feel his erection against your tummy, pressing against the softness. You wondered if he liked that; the way your extra pounds felt against his still-wet shaft. He seemed to enjoy your body the way it was, rolls and all, so perhaps the feeling of your chub on his aching cock was nothing short of heavenly.

Your suspicions were confirmed when his hips rocked against you, stomach rippling under his movements as he groaned against your nipple, biting down on the hardened nub just a little.

“You like that, huh? Like how my body feels against you?” you teased, stroking the curls out of his eyes with gentility. He just growled in response, sucking harder at your nipple to have you crying out. You took that as a yes. “Tae please… Need more,” you begged, the wetness between your thighs growing increasingly uncomfortable.

Without detaching his lips from your breast, he shoved a hand into your panties, fingers immediately coated in slick as he pressed two to your clit and began to swirl them in circles. Every single move felt calculated, but they couldn’t possibly be, with how fast things were moving and how quickly he responded to you. He must just be insanely skilled or intuitive. You weren’t sure you’d be able to let this man out of sight after today.

He kept up his ministrations for a little while before growing tired of waiting, impatience getting the better of him. His hands were on your waist and flipping you around quickly, forcing you to hold yourself up on your elbows while he made light work of slipping the high-waisted thong from your body.

The sight before him lit a fire in the pit of his stomach, and he couldn’t stop himself from lightly swatting at your exposed ass, marvelling the way it jiggled and bouncing at the slightest touch. For good measure, you wiggled your hips a little, cheeks rippling to the effect.

“Wow…” he sighed, hands roaming over your cheeks and letting one dip between your legs, parting them enough to slip two fingers through your folds and into your entrance. You groaned at the feeling, finally, finally, having something inside you. Sure, you’d prefer his cock, but he had to prep you. He was so large, you had to get used to something before he let himself bury deep inside you. And lord, the rings on his fingers felt heavenly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” he whispered, pushing a third finger into you and spreading you open.

“Tae, please. I’m ready, please…” you pleaded, pushing your hips back against his fingers as he curled them inside you. A jolt of electricity shot through your pelvis, forcing you forward again as Taehyung chuckled darkly behind you.

“Where’s that confidence gone, hm? Did you think you were in control?” he jeered, curling his fingers again and making your legs shake with pleasure. “Beg me again. Beg for my cock.”

You didn’t even hesitate.

“Please! Please, I need it. Need your cock, Tae. Please…” You tried to keep your voice down, aware there might still be people outside but only Taehyung knew the only person who hadn’t left yet was Mia. And she was making phone calls outside.

“You sound beautiful when you’re needy, love. But I have to admit, I don’t think I could wait much longer,” he confessed, now lining the tip of his cock with your entrance after pulling his fingers from you. You mewled a pathetic response, interrupted by the satisfying stretch of him pushing into you.

“Oh, my god…” you hummed, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips so tight he could leave bruises. He kept himself composed enough to slowly but surely bottom out, wanting nothing more than to smack his hips against yours. But he was a gentleman, and he would remain thoughtful enough to keep your comfortable.

You felt yourself falling deeper into the throws of bliss as he dragged himself out again slowly, only to push back a little faster and finding a rhythm that felt unbelievably good for both of you. Your spine tingled with elation, every deep thrust hitting just where you needed him to. His skill seemed to transcend not only from foreplay but to fucking you silly too.

“You’ve driven me… mmf… fucking crazy all day,” he muttered, articulated with a particularly hard thrust. In his head, Taehyung was counting his blessings and thanking his lucky stars that he could be balls deep in you right now. Had you never made any kind of move on him, his desires would have merely fizzled out. God bless your confidence.

He leaned over your back a little more, pistoning his hips as you pushed up to meet him, his lips trailing along your shoulder and neck. You couldn’t stop the soft moans escaping your lips, hand coming to rest on the back of his neck, to hold him against you and tangle in the ends of his curls as he kissed along the flesh.

“Every set of lingerie… fuck, it looked so good on you. You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful…” he mumbled between kisses, holding your hips still to slap his against you. The sounds filling the tiny room were some of the lewdest you had ever heard, absolutely hypnotic.

Having Taehyung looming over you this way, fucking himself so far into you and sloppily biting and sucking at your shoulder and neck, you could have sworn you were dreaming. It was too perfect, felt too damn good. Never had a man made you orgasm simply with penetration, but you could feel it building, his skill and his size playing huge parts in your undoing.

His thrusts never faltered, never once slowed. He changed his angle a few times, but never ceased his movements. And before long, you were on the brink of falling apart.

“T-Tae… Gonna cum…” you warned, turning your head to look him in the eye over your shoulder.

“Me too, baby… You feel so good, I can’t help it. Cum for me, yeah?” he panted, pushing your hair out of your face and reconnecting his lips to yours in a sultry, slow and passionate make out. You mewled at the contact, letting him invade all of your sense at once and finally, the coil that had been building in your abdomen wound too tight, and you snapped.

Your legs shuddered, your back arched and your loud moans were swallowed whole by his kiss. Pleasure burst through your entire body, every nerve ending lighting up like a firework and detonating at the exact same moment.

Your pussy clenched around him so hard that Tae struggled to keep his rhythm, simply being dragged back in by your walls instead but the fight was inconceivably good, pulling him to the edge too. He frantically chased that high, whimpering against your lips as he continued to kiss you, wanting nothing more than to feel as close to you as he could.

You came back down just in time for his release, able to savour the warmth that filled you as he came. He was sure he had never cum so hard let alone as much; the pair of you were very aware of the way his cock squelched now with each slide while he slowed his hips. You could feel the mix of your arousal and his cum starting to seep from where the two of you were still connected, sliding down your inner thighs.

His hips stopped rolling, and the both of you stayed very still for a moment, catching your breath and coming back to reality. His forehead rest on your shoulder while you held yourself up, turning to press a light kiss to his temple and nuzzle into the soft mop of curls. And then he was chuckling to himself, running his fingers down the length of your arm.

“What’s funny?” you grinned; his laugh was infectious.

“I just… I swear, I’m more professional than this.” You laughed again with him, a blush creeping onto your already flushed face.

“Me too, usually…” you sniggered. He kissed your shoulder again and straightened up, allowing you to turn around and perch on the edge of the dressing table. You fixed your hair out of your eyes while he pulled his underwear and trousers up from where they pooled around his ankles. He looked around the room to find the bathrobe you’d worn earlier that day, draping around your shoulders with care so you could cover yourself.

“I was kind of lying earlier… I do want to do that campaign, I was just-“

“Manipulating me? I figured…” he smirked, slipping back into his waistcoat and picking up his beret.

“Then why did you-?”

“Swept up in the moment, I suppose. And I didn’t actually catch on until your hands were on my dick,” he shrugged, earning a laugh from you. “All I knew was I wanted you, you were in lingerie and getting closer…” He laughed with you, fixing his beret to his head and tucking his curls back into it. A comfortable silence settled over you both, post-coital smiles stretched across your faces.

“So that campaign… Are you interested?” you asked, folding your arms over your covered chest. His face contorted into one of exaggerated thought, his finger tapping at his chin.

“A day with you alone in a studio, creating beautiful art whilst you’re completely nude… Hm, this is a hard decision,” he mocked. You swatted his arm playfully, both laughing together. You liked how comfortable you felt with him, how wide the smile on your face was. It was intriguing; perhaps you could see yourself enjoying his company in future, not just his sexual prowess.

He stepped toward you, wrapping an arm around your waist casually and drawing a soft line down your jaw with his finger.

“I was actually hoping that you might be free for a drink, or dinner sometime soon. But yes, I’ve be honoured to photograph you for your campaign.”

“Well then if I may be so bold; what are you doing once you leave this studio?” you asked, straightening his beret for him.

“A lonely pizza and a bottle of beer for one. But I think I may have just had a better offer…” his voice lowered to something akin to seductive again, the smirk returning to his face.

“I think you might have. Let me change into some actual clothes, maybe we can grab dinner?”

“Absolutely. Anywhere you choose,” he smiled, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet impromptu kiss. You sank into it, before pushing him back to head over to the little case you’d been packing, pulling out the casual dress you’d worn to the studio that morning. Taehyung made no move to leave the little dressing room, leaning his back against the door and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You’re sticking around?” you asked.

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t want to miss the show…”

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

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Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1,952

A/N: just a quick little blurb inspired by Selena and Chris Perez. That is where the idea originally came from so I don't take credit for that. However my OC's are my own. Feel free to message me if you like it, I always love feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read it!

"Aaron broke his arm. So we won't have him in the band for a little while..." Y/N looked up from the rhinestones she was sewing into her one of her new outfits. Dylan, her older brother, sat at the front of the bus with their father, discussing what had happened to their guitarist.

"It'll be a tight squeeze but do you think you can find another guitarist before Houston?" Y/N smiled, it never mattered what the situation was, her father was always calm, always prepared for a plan b.

They had, of course, been doing this for years.

When Y/N was young, around eight or nine, her father realized she had a talent for singing. She was actually quite good, even from that age. It had inspired him to start a band, with her as the frontwoman. It had been years or hard work with little reward, so now that they were finally gaining a little momentum, her father wasn't gonna let his nephew's broken arm stop them from reaching for the stars.

"I can make a few calls. I know some people that might be in the area." Y/N's father reached out, patting his son's cheek.

"Thanks son." Y/N smiled at the interaction between father and son before going back to the outfit she was designing. They had a couple more hours until they got home, she couldn't wait to try on the new outfit she'd been working on.

"But if we change the note, have me go an octave higher during the live performances that might sound cool." Amber, Y/N's best friend, was sprawled out across her bed as Y/N sat in her desk chair, guitar in lap.

"You always sound amazing Y/N. I think whatever you choose to do you'll blow everyone away. You always do." Y/N blushed slightly at the compliment and smiled. Amber had always been her biggest supporter, aside from her family. It meant a lot to her to have a friend that stuck by her no matter what. It never mattered how hectic Y/N's life was, Amber was always there.

The sound of quick footsteps up the stairs ended their conversation as Y/N's sister, Lily burst into the bedroom, a huge smile on her face.

"Guys!" She said excitedly. "Ya'll are not going to believe what is downstairs!" Amber sat up just as Lily grabbed her arm, yanking her off the bed. "Come on!" Y/N scrambled, setting her guitar down and jumping over her bed.

"Wait for me!" She called after them.

Y/N's father wasn't too impressed, but he wasn't bad. Harry Styles, the englishman Dylan had managed to find, stood in front of him. He wore a faded rolling stones t shirt, black skinny Jean's that were ripped at the knees and boots.

"So Harry, have you got any experience in a band?" Harry nodded, fiddling with the strap of his guitar, he hoped he didn't seem too nervous.

"Was in a band called 'White Eskimo' in high school. We did alright. Won a battle of the bands." Y/N's father nodded. He saw out of the corner of his eye, the girls hiding in the hallway, watching the interactions. He had to hide his smile. Of course they would be nosy.

"What are you playing for us today?"

"Thought I'd play 'Been down so long' by The Doors."

"You a Jim Morrison fan?" Harry nodded.

"Definetly." Y/N's father made a sweeping gesture with his hand, giving Harry the floor. He began to play, his confidence soaring with every note.

"He's handsome isn't he?" Lily whispered to her sister and her friend. Y/N nodded excitedly. And he was good at the guitar, maybe even better than Aaron. Her eyes fell down to his hands, watching the way he strummed the guitar, his fingers moving gracefully, beautifully over the strings.

"He's from England?" Y/N's daydream is broken by her friend's eager whisper. She turned her head to the other two girls, listening to their conversation quietly.

"Dylan got a call from him almost immediately after he started posting the flyer. Apparently the band he was in is on a break or something. He got bored." Y/N nodded, licking her lips as she turned her gaze back to him. He was gorgeous, his long brown hair falling into his face as he played with passion.

Harry smiled proudly when the song was over. Y/N's father sat in his arm chair, fingers pressing against his chin, eyebrows knotted deep in thought. The longer the silence stretched, the less confident Harry felt.

"That was really good," he finally said, looking at Dylan. "You mind if we talk privately for a moment?" Harry shook his head as Y/N's father got up and motioned for Dylan to follow him. The girls turned to sneak back upstairs only to come back down when they heard;

"Girls. You too. Kitchen please."

In the kitchen they all stood around the table, talking about Harry's talent and his skills. Y/N's father crossed his arms, shaking his head slightly.

"He doesn't play our kind of music." He said.

"He's versatile dad. He can play anything...and he's the best option right now. We don't have time to keep looking for a replacement, we go on tour next week." Y/N's father turned his head to her. The final decision would rest with her, it was her show after all.

"Let's give him a shot Dad. He was really good."

Harry called his mum as soon as he got in the car. After what had felt like ages, Dylan and his dad came back into the living room, telling him he had got the gig. He couldn't contain his excitement.

He had heard Y/N sing before. He had actually gone to a couple shows here and there. They were good. She was beautiful and commanding stage, but he had always been more interested in Dylan's guitar playing and song writing. He was a genius and Harry couldn't wait to learn more from him. The beautiful lead singer was just a plus.

"Hey Harry!" Harry was shouldering a duffel bag and his guitar as he walked towards the big red tour bus. It would be cramped, it was used and old and everyone would be in there together with the equipment too, but he didn't mind, he was excited to work more closely with Dylan and the others.

"Hey Dylan. Wha's up?" He asked, his accent thick and voice low in the early morning air.

"Can you go with Y/N to the gas station and get provisions? She's got a list of what everyone wants." Harry furrowed his brow slightly.

"She's what? Twenty four? She can' go alone?" Dylan shook his head.

"Listen. Dad is very protective of her. She's the youngest...Someone always goes with her, just to keep an eye and make sure nothing happens, she can get distracted sometimes." Harry smiled softly, he didn't know why he thought that was cute, but he shook the thought out of his head as soon as it came.

"Sure man. I'll take her."

Y/N was funny. Like really funny. This was the first time Harry had ever spent time with her just the two of them. When he had been at rehearsals she had been there of course, but she usually kept to herself or hung out with her mom or sister while the band worked out the kinks in the set list and other things. He realized he had never actually spoken to her before this trip to get snacks.

"Do you like slushies?" Y/N asked him suddenly, interrupting herself as the passed the machine. Harry shook his head.

"Too sugary." Y/N pouted teasingly before grabbing the largest cup and filling it with the Coke slush.

"I love em. When we were kids, in the summer my dad would bring us for hot dogs and slushies, or he would buy us our own two liters of pop. But only if we had helped him with yard work and the like during the day."

"That sounds nice." Harry says with a smile. He pictures little Y/N walking home with her father and siblings large slushie in one hand and a hot dog in the other.

They made their way to the front counter, a basket full of chips and candy, pop, water, and of course the slushie.

"Careful!" Harry said, his hand shooting out to grab Y/N's upper arm as she nearly tripped over the black rug at the front of the store. He pulled her closer to him, chests nearly pressed together as he caught her. "Ya alright?" He asked, voice low as he looked down at her.

He never noticed just how pretty her eyes were, how long her lashes were or the slight flush that always seemed to pepper her cheeks with kisses of pink. They stood like that for a moment, looking at each other with curiosity. Harry felt something shift inside of him, his heart pounding as she pulled away, a grateful smile on her face.

"Thank you."

The first performance had been great. Harry had forgotten how much he loved being on stage, in front of a crowd. It was like a drug, the way people cheered and screamed, singing along. But he couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N.

This was the first time he had actually watched her perform. Before he had only been interested in the band and her brother's sick writing skills. But after the encounter at the gas station, Harry couldn't keep his eyes off her too long and the way she was on stage, he couldn't look away if he wanted to.

Y/N had stamina. She would sing and dance, moving to the rhythm of the beat as the music played and almost never losing her breath. She played the crowd, teasing them and hyping them up. It wasn't a huge venue, but it might as well have been a stadium with how everyone was screaming for her.

"Thank you all for a great show!" She said at the end of the night, a huge smile on her face. God she was....she was a knock out. He couldn't deny that. "I want you all to give it up for our new guitarist Mr. Harry Styles! He joined us recently and picked up quick! Is he not bad ass?!" Harry blushed, smiling shyly as the crowd began to cheer for him. Y/N bowed after a moment, blowing kisses out to the crowd before they all moved back stage. Y/N was grinning ear to ear, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"Thanks for the shoutout," Harry said as they began to pack up. He looked over his shoulder, hoping no one would see him talking to her, he didn't want anyone getting the wrong impression.

"You were really great." Y/N said, she smiled at him kindly, eyes lingering on his lips for almost a moment too long before she looked away. She shut one of the guitar cases and went to lift it, Harry put his arm out, hands encasing around the handle and lifting it gently.

"I got it love." Y/N felt her heart flutter slightly at the term of endearment.

"Thanks." She said. Harry opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by Dylan, standing in the doorway of the bus.

"C'mon guys! Denny's is still open! Let's go I'm starving." Y/N chuckled, smiling at Harry once more before walking off towards her brother. Harry watched her go, mesmerized by her.

[kelelamentia]

Respect is Always in Style.

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Marinette’s Room in Paris:

“Oh Tikki, I can’t believe they’re coming to Paris just to visit me!”

Marinette was fluttering about her room, double checking that everything was in its place.  Tikki was the eye of Marinette’s storm.

“I can Marinette, you’re such a wonderful girl, of course they want to see you.”

Tikki then turned sly.

“Damian especially seemed motivated.”

“Tikki!  It’s not like that!”

“But, you want it to be.”

“Maybe…” Marinette trailed off.

The Wayne family, Damian mostly, had started to miss the petite designer; but by a strange twist of fate (*cough*Alfred*cough*) Bruce ended up having some business to conduct in Paris.  When Marinette heard about this and immediately invited all of them to and come taste test her family’s baked goods.

“Alright everything is setup here and all the samples are ready down stairs, now all that’s left to do is wait for Damian.” Marinette breathed.

“And his family, Marinette.”

“Yes, of course his family, I wouldn’t forget about them Tikki.” Marinette amended clearly more focused on Damian’s arrival.

*Ring*

The Bakery’s front bell rang and Marinette’s mother called.

“Marinette dear, your visitors have arrived!”

“Be right down Mama.”

Turning to Marinette and asked Tikki.

“Try and find a good hiding spot Tikki, these guys are a lot smarter than my classmates.”

“That’s not a hard thing to achieve Marinette.”

Tikkis then disappeared, allowing Marinette to go down stairs.

 Front of Dupain-Cheng Bakery:

“Hello my name is Sabine Cheng and this is my husband Tom Dupain, we’re very excited to have you here.” Sabine introduced, gesturing to herself and her towering husband.

“It’s great to meet the family that inspires our daughter!” Tom welcomed.

The Wayne family, plus Alfred, smiled at the visually polar opposite duo.

“Thank you for having us Mrs.Cheng.” Bruce started.

“None of that Mrs.Cheng, call me Sabine.”

“And call me Tom.”

“As long as you call me Bruce, this is Alfred Pennyworth and these are my sons Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian.” Bruce presented, motioning to each person.

Marinette call into the room just as Bruce finished.

“Damian, I’m so happy to see you, I missed you!” Marinette exuberantly greeted.

“Hello Marinette, I’m happy to see you too and I missed you as well; you are looking beautiful today.” Damian smiled at Marinette; she blushed at the compliment and fiddled with her fingers.  They continued to stare at each other until Dick ruined the moment.

“What about us Marinette, didn’t you miss us” He pouted.

Marinette jolted in horror at the thought that she just insulted Damian’s family and rushed to correct it.

“Of course I missed you guys too! Hi Dick, Jason, Tim, Bruce, Alfred, I hope the flight wasn’t too bad.”

The boys chuckled at Marinette trying to reassure them that they were important too.

“Please relax Ms.Marinette, Master Dick was only teasing you, we know you missed us.” Alfred said defusing Marinette.

“Yeah squirt, we know you missed us; you just missed Damian more!” Jason ribbed.

Marinette meeped and buried her face in her hands, trying and failing to hide her bright red blush. Damian was also blushing at the thought of being the one Marinette missed the most. Sabine hated to draw the attention away from Marinette and her sweet heart, but these gentlemen were here to help as well.

“Everyone if you could please follow me to the kitchen we can get the taste test under way.”

“Thank you for trusting us for this Mrs.Sabine, Mr.Tom.  I know baking can be such a touchy thing.” Alfred thanked.

“Don’t you worry we always enjoy feeding people, it’s what we do.” Tom pledged.

“And it won’t due to have people scrawny and under fed.

Sabine directed her attention to Tim.

“You especially young man; are far too skinny, when was the last time you ate.”

“I had coffee this morning.” Tim winced at Alfred sharp look.

“Coffee is not a meal mister; now, you will follow me, you will sit and you will eat.  Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am.” Tim was hunched over following Sabine to the kitchen, leading a snickering Dick and Jason, along with a quiet Damian and Marinette; both of which were smiling at each other.  Leaving Alfred, Bruce and Tom together at the front.

“You have a lively group there Bruce.” Tom praised.

“I know Tom; I wouldn’t trade them for the world.”

“It would certainly be a very empty household without Master Bruce.”

“I know the feeling, I’m not sure how I could function without hearing Marinette scrambling around her room or the her sewing machine running, and the occasional scream of frustrated designer’s block.”

“I have a hard time imagining Marinette screaming in frustration, she’s always calm when I see her, flustered when teased, but mostly calm.” Bruce admitted.

“That’s because of your youngest Bruce.”

“Could you please explain Mr. Tom?” Alfred requested.

“Damian makes Marinette feel calm and confident, even when he’s not here.  He has showed her that she can be strong, with or without the majority behind her.  He just makes her so happy and I can’t thank him, and all of you, enough for that.”

Something in Tom’s spiel caught Bruce’s attention.

“The majority?”

Tom winced.

“Caught that did you?

Bruce and Alfred nodded.

“I can’t tell you much, because I’m sure Marinette would want to tell you herself, but there is an issue at school.  It involves a liar, her classmates not listening to reason, and a teacher not wanting to act like a proper authority figure and step in because ‘It’s good for the children to work it out for themselves’.  Needless to say it has caused a lot of stress for Marinette.”

“I believe that’s more than enough information Mr. Tom, thank you for trusting us.” Alfred recognized, Bruce agreed.

“That’s enough heavy stuff; let’s go to the kitchen before all the food is gone.” Tom redirected, placing a hand on each mans should, guiding them to the kitchen.

 Kitchen:

Everyone was gathered around a buffet of treats, trying this and that, while answering Tom and Sabine’s questions:

“How’s the taste?”

“How’s the texture?”

“Do you think it needs something?”

And so on and so forth, until all the baked goods were gone and everyone was full.

“That was simply wonderful Mrs. Cheng, I must have your chocolate-banana pie recipe.”

“We’ll see Alfred; now why don’t move to the living room to digest all this.”

“Great idea my dear, I’ll clean up and you charm the guests.” Tom told his wife.

“Too late, we were already charmed by your daughter and the food.” Damian bluntly explained, triggering Marinette to blush.  

“Well, Marinette charmed Damian first, then us, the food was a bonus.” Tim needed to add.

“You have a sweet girl here, can’t expect anything less from a bakery, what’s your recipe?  Sugar, spice, and everything nice?” Dick joked.

Sabine laughed at Tim and Dick.

“I can’t just give away that secret recipe Dick, now follow me and I’ll show boys the living room. Marinette, why don’t you show them outfits you fashioned after Gotham’s Heroes.”

“Mama!  Don’t tell them I did that!”

“Why not dear?  You seemed so proud when you showed us.”

“Because I don’t want them to think I’m insulting their city’s Heroes Mama!”

“Don’t worry too much about that cupcake, it takes a lot to insult those guys with just an outfit.” Jason encouraged.

“You just want to make me blush.”

“Yeah, that too.”

With that Marinette made her way upstairs and the boys were lead to the living room.

 Marinette’s room:

“I can’t believe Mama did that Tikki.” Marinette whispered to the kwami, as got changed into the first outfit.

“I can Marinette; she wants you to show off all your hard work.”

Marinette gave an embarrassed grumble as she putting on the first outfit and made her way down stairs.

 Living room at the same time:

Alfred, Bruce and the boys were lead into a cozy room and sat down.  Damian did so in a daze, having been in such a state since Sabine mentioned “Gotham Hero themed Outfits”; which meant Marinette had a Robin outfit she would be wearing...in front of him, Damian wasn’t sure he could handle that level of cuteness.  Marinette’s voice carried to them as she called.

“Going to go oldest to youngest, is that alright?”

“That’s fine Mari-Dear.” Sabine responded.

Marinette made her way to the centre of the group, in the Batman inspired outfit.

“I thought something simple would be best for Batman.”

The outfit was a business suit that had a black jacket and dress pants, with a light gray blouse underneath and black dress shoes, with her hair in a bun.  The thing with the jacket is that was a bit longer than a normal suit jacket and the edges looked like Batman’s cape.  Marinette had also made her own Batman pin to place on the lapel of the suit jacket.

Bruce commented first.

“You look very professional Marinette; you could wear that to any business meeting.”

“And be the envy of everyone attending.” Damian praised braking out of this light shock.

“That is a brilliant hat tip to Batman, Ms. Marinette.”

“Alfred’s right, you look good Marinette.” Tim added.

“You really did the Dark Knight proud with this.” Dick applauded.

“Yeah, it’s formal and stiff like him.”

“Jason…” Bruce sighed.

Marinette giggled encouraged by the positive feedback.

“I’ll go get the next one.” Marinette said before going back upstairs.

Marinette returned quickly.

“I felt the Nightwing one should be a little more playful.”

Marinette was wearing some black biker shorts; that went half way down her thighs, with a sheer blue skirt that went to her knees over it, along with a fitted black tank top; that a pair of blue wings stitched into the back.  She dawned a pair of blue fingerless gloves of varying length, the one on her right hand went up half way up between her elbow and her should, and the one on her left hand only went half way to her elbow.  On Marinette’s feet she wore white running shoes with blue laces, with no socks visible, a blue and black choker around her neck, and her hair was pulled into a pony tail.

Damian was frozen at the sight of Marinette’s figure, leaving his family to cover for him until he could recover.

“WHOA!” Dick shouted leaping out of his seat smiling.

“That is very impressive Marinette.”

“Indeed Master Bruce, you captured Nightwing’s essence Ms. Marinette.”

Tim and Jason were trying to get Damian to snap out of it; they managed by jabbing Damian in the side when no-one was looking.

“You look like spectacular Marinette, Nightwing would be jealous of how well you pull that off.” Damian said trying to keep his thoughts about her figure to himself.

“You look great Marinette; you definitely nailed the playful aspect.” Tim nodded.

“Can’t say much else other than you look good Sunshine, you’re doing Red Hood next right?” Jason asked.

“Yes Jason, Red Hood is next.” Marinette replied before heading up stairs.

Again Marinette returned quickly wearing the Red Hood themed outfit.

“I tried to go with the tough look.”

This outfit consisted of a pair of gray skinny jeans, a black shirt with the words “RED HOOD” written across it in red; the shirt also showed a small strip of Marinette’s stomach, a cropped brown leather jacket, and a pair of black combat boots with red buckles.  Her hair was loose, only to be pulled back by a red bandana, Marinette also put on a little bit of red lip-stick.

*Whistle*

“Master Jason!  That was inappropriate!”

“Sorry Alfred; couldn’t help myself.”

“She does look good, glad to see she can pull off what Red Hood can’t.” Tim snickered, privately shooting Jason a look.

“She’s an adorable bad*ss!”

“Dick!” Bruce scolded.

“Young man, I will not have that kind of language in my house!”

“Sorry Sabine…”

As this was happening Damian couldn’t move or respond, his eyes bouncing back and forth between Marinette attractive red lips and the bit of skin her shirt showed.  Damian was trying to force himself to look at Marinette’s eyes, reminding himself that he was a gentleman NOT a pervert, but he never makes it past her lips.

Marinette was silently, but happily, freaking out as she went upstairs to change again, only to come down again wearing the Red Robin outfit.

“Red Robin I felt needed to be a little classy.”

This outfit was made up of a red pleated skirt; each pleat made to look like one of the feathers of Red Robins cape, a short sleeve yellow blouse, and a black scarf.  On her feet was a pair of black ballet flats, on her wrists were some black beaded bracelets, and her hair was in a loose side braid.

“How cute Marinette.” Dick started.

“Simple, yet sweet, excellent choice Marinette.” Bruce applauded.

“Can I take a picture of this Marinette? I need to save this.”

“Sure Tim, if that’s what you want.”

“You mean we could have been taking pictures?  Why did no-one tell me?” Dick lamented.

Sabine came to the rescue.

“Don’t worry dears; I have pictures of all the outfits, if you would like them.”

“You bet we would ma’am.”

“Mama! Jason!”

As Marinette was blushing brightly at her mom; she was swaying back and forth, now pleated skirts can be very…swishy and Marinette’s was no exception.  This movement was causing Damian eyes to follow the movement of her skirt…and hips.  Thankfully the only one to notice his behavior was Alfred; who gave him a small slap upside the head to get him focused again.

Marinette turned to Damian.

“Damian you haven’t said anything about this outfit or the last one, was there something you didn’t like?”

“No Marinette, both outfits are magnificent; you show masterful skills.  I was just blown away by your beauty.”  Damian managed to save and be smooth at the same time.

“Thank you Damian; that means so much to me that you think that way.”

Marinette scrambled up the stairs for the last outfit, coming down again Marinette was wearing a look of pride.

“This one is actually my favourite.”

The Robin outfit was a red dress with yellow trim around the skirt and three yellow buttons at the collar bone.  Marinette was also wearing a cropped jacket again; with three quarter sleeves and a hood, that was black on the outside and yellow on the inside.  Around her waist was a yellow hip pouch, on her feet were green ankle boots, her wrists had green bands on them, and her hair was tied up in her usual twin tails, with green ribbons.

“Favorite one, huh?” Jason smirked.

“So she said Jason.” Tim grinned.

Marinette tilted her head not understanding, Bruce to the rescue.

“We all have our favorite heroes; these two just have some opinions on Robin.”

“And mine is that Robin is great and would LOVE you in that.” Dick injected.

“Yes, I believe he would Master Dick.”

Damian could no longer function, HE had inspired her favorite outfit, a really cute outfit, that high-lighted all her beauty for them to see, for Damian to see.  Sabine saved Damian from having to comment.

“I’m thrilled you all think so fondly of my daughter and her skills.” Sabine said with a heart-warming smile, she was about to continue when Tom came in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Sabine could you come help me the store is getting busy.”

“Certainly Tom, Marinette why don’t you show your guest the roof top garden.”

“Sure Mama.”

 Roof top garden:

“This very well maintained Marinette.” Bruce admired all the blooming flowers as the boys poked around the roof.

“You certainly made the most of such a small space Ms. Marinette.”

“Thank you, I come out here to relax and think.”

“That’s a good place to have Marinette.” Bruce was cut-off and everyone’s attention was caught.

*Alarm sounds*

“What is that?” Tim asked look at Marinette as she stared of into the distance.

“That’s an Akuma Alarm.”

This worried the boys.

“What’s an Akuma? And why does it need an alarm?” Bruce questioned, standing straighter, bring Marinette’s attention to himself.

“You know how Gotham has its villains?  Paris has one too, his name is Hawkmoth.”

“Paris has a villain!? Why didn’t you say anything Marinette?”  Damian walked over to her and grabbed her hand.

“I didn’t want you to worry Damian.”

“What exactly does Hawkmoth do?”  Bruce asked trying to get Marinette to continue.

“He takes advantage of people who are feeling their lowest, promising them power and revenge if they do something for him in return.”

“How does take advantage of them and what does he want?”

“Hawkmoth sends out his demonic butterflies to possess and transform a person into something completely different.  What he wants is the Ladybug Earrings and the Black cat ring.”

Bruce was about to ask another question when a loud smash came from the distance.

“I need to go check on something at the school!  Why don’t you go back inside and I’ll catch up with when I get back!”

“Marinette!  It’s clearly too dangerous to go out there, whatever is at the school can wait!”  Damian exclaimed, still holding her hand.

Marinette looked to and fro at the Wayne family, realizing she wouldn’t any argument with them and the destructive sounds were just getting louder, she decided to take a large risk.

“Please keep this a secret.”

The all, but Alfred looked confused.

“Tikki!” Marinette shouted to the roof hatch.

“Let’s go Marinette!” Tikki cried, flying from her hiding spot, she too knew Marinette wouldn’t have won arguing with these guys.

“What is that?!” Damian bellowed tugging on Marinette’s hand.

“Tikki spots on!”

A large flash of light engulfed Marinette and a force push Damian away.  After the light died down what the Wayne family saw was Marinette wearing a skin tight red suit with black spot and a mask, swinging an object in her hand (They wouldn’t know that was a yo-yo).

“I’m so sorry about this; I’ll be back as fast as possible.”  Marinette told them before swinging away.

The Wayne’s just stared as she swung towards the Akuma.

“So…Demon Spawns girlfriend is a hero.”

“So it seems Master Jason. Might I suggest suiting up and joining her?”

“What makes you think we brought our suits Alfred?”

“Really Master Bruce?” Alfred asked raising his eyebrow, before turning to walk back down stairs.

“Now I don’t believe Ms. Marinette will mind if you use her room to change, I will cover for all of you if Ms. Marinette’s parents ask.”

“Right, let’s hurry up, we don’t know if Marinette is by herself or not.”

Damian was changed and swinging in record time, with his family not too far behind him.  What they arrived to was Marinette using her yo-yo as a spinning shield, sheltering civilians, as a giant something threw spikes at her.  Damian moved into action quickly, throwing smoke bomb in its face, triggering its eyes to water and unable to see.   This allowed the civilians to get away and drew Marinette’s attention to Damian and his now arriving family.

“Robin? Batman? Nightwing? Red Hood? Red Robin? What in the world are you doing in Paris?”

“You invited us.” Damian said; an eye for an eye after all.

“What? No I didn’t…no.” Her eyes widened in realization.

“Yes, now what is the situation?” Came Batman’s rough voice.

“I’m Ladybug and that is an Akuma caused by the fact he lost his job.”

“How do we get him back to normal?” Nightwing inquired.

“We find the Akumatized/Possessed object and break it; that will release a butterfly for me to purify.”

“Do you know where the evil butterfly is?” Red Robin probed.

“I believe it’s in his helmet, but I can’t get it and protect from his spikes at the same time.”

“Don’t you have someone to help you?” Robin queried.

“I’m supposed to.” Ladybug muttered.

“What can you do?” Batman needed to know.

“I can purify the Akuma and cast Lucky Charm.”

“What does Lucky Charm do exactly?”

“It gives me what I need to defeat the Akuma Batman.”

“Cast it.”

“Lucky Charm!” Ladybug tossed her yo-yo in the air, the object that came down was…

“A rubber ducky?!  How the h*ll is a ladybug themed rubber help with the Akuma?!”  Red Hood shouted.

“I told you it gives me what I need not what I want.”  Ladybug said looking at her surroundings.

“I have an idea and I need you guys to listen.”

The Batfam nodded.

*One convoluted, but effective plan later*

“Bye-bye butterfly.”

Watching Ladybug wave goodbye to the white butterfly Red Robin couldn’t help but reflect.

“Did we real save the day with a rubber ducky?

Robin walked over to Ladybug, observing all the damage around them.

“This is a normal thing for Paris?  How does it recover?”

“Like this Robin, Miraculous Ladybug!” Ladybug cried tossing the rubber ducky in the air.  It exploded into thousands of sparkly pink ladybugs, swarming over everything, removing all damage and injuries.

“Whoa…” Red Hood said in awe.

“We could really use something like this for Gotham.” Nightwing commented as he surveyed everything.

Batman on the other hand wanted an answer for something brought up earlier.

“Ladybug, you mentioned you were ‘supposed to’ have a partner.”

Ladybug sighed.

“You see…” She was cut off.

“Milady!”

“Oh no.” Ladybug covered her eyes briefly and then looked at the leather cat boy.

“Chat! You’re late, again! You even missed it completely this time! Why?!”

Chat hesitated, showing he didn’t have a good reason.

“Chat this getting ridiculous.”

“It doesn’t matter Bug-a-boo, what matters is that were here together now.  And hey, since the Akuma is defeated we can go on a date!”

“No Chat, I don’t want to go on a date with you.  I don’t like you like that and I’m currently running out of time.”

“Then go recharge and come back Love-bug and then we can go on a date.”

“I just said no Chat; I don’t want to date you!”

“Yes you do Milady; you just don’t know it yet.”

Chat reached out and trying to quickly snatch Ladybug’s arm, only to be snagged by the back of his collar and hauled up into the air by Red Hood.

“Hey punk! She said no and you better respect that; unless you want to be nothing but a smear on the pavement.”

“You’re R-Red Hood! What are you doing in Paris!?”

“What?  Can’t a guy and his family visit Paris?”

“F-Family.” Chat stuttered, slowly turning his head; seeing the entire Bat-family, the very angry Bat-family.

“THIS is your partner Ladybug?” Robin snarled; walking up beside her, hearing a beeping noise as he got close.

“Yes…” Ladybug sighed, resigned to the fact.  Amore frantic beeping got her attention.

“I’m sorry, I have to go or else I’ll de-transform right here.”

“Go ahead Polk-a-dots, we’ll have a nice talk with BratCat.”

“My name is Chat-Noir!” he yelled starting to struggle in Red Hood’s grip, getting nowhere.

“Fine, BratChat.”

Ladybug looked at Batman for conformation, getting a nod, she then turn to Robin and mouthed ‘Later’. Robin gave a smile in her direction and watched her swing off.  When she was out of site he turned to her partner with h*ll burning in his eyes, the fire was burning so brightly you could see it through his mask.  Chat tried to curl-up into a ball at the look, which look silly since he was still dangling in Red Hoods grip.

“You are a disgusting piece of human garbage.” Robin insulted.

“What! No I’m not!”

“Yes you are, you came so late to a battle you actually missed it.  Making Ladybug do all the work.”

“I had to do stuff in my civilian life!” Chat tried to defend himself from Robin’s glare, a Bat-glare in the making.  Batman took a single step toward Chat, causing him to look at Batman.

“Do you think Ladybug didn’t have something going on her civilian life at the time?  Or do you believe that she doesn’t have a life outside that mask…and you.”

“I-I-I…” Chat couldn’t come up with anything to refute what Batman said.

“Robin’s right, you are human garbage.” Red Robin sneered in disgust; Nightwing wrinkled his nose in agreement.

“Don’t forget guys; after making Ladybug do all the work, BratChat here thinks it is okay to hit on her even after she gave a very firm no.”  Red Hood reminded, shaking Chat hard in his grip.

“You don’t understand! She’s supposed to love me!  I deserve her!”

That statement made Robin lose his temper.  He grabbed Chat by the front of his clothes and slammed him on the ground; pulling Chat out of Red Hoods hands, and screamed in his face.

“How dare insinuate that she is something to be owned!  She is a person, a human being, with thoughts feelings and opinions!  Just because you are her partner, does not mean you are ENTITLED to her!”

The rest of the Bat-family looked at the pinned cat boy in disgust; this is what Ladybug to work with constantly?

“Chat Noir,” Batman began “You have proven not to be a responsible hero, so I will be leaving Ladybug contact information for the league for her to call upon when she needs help.”

“But we work with magic!”

“You think there aren’t magic users in the league you entitled BratChat?” Nightwing asked.

“B-But, being a hero is supposed to be fun!”

Red Hood punched the ground besides Chats head; leaving a dent, nearly snarling at what Chat said.

“Being a hero is not fun, its work!  That attitude is going to get someone killed and it’s mostly going to be Ladybug.”

Chat was now too afraid to move or speak; Robin had him pinned, Red Hood had his hand buried beside his head, and the other three were looking like they wanted to skin him. They sat in silence before Batman spoke.

“Robin, Red Hood, let him go; we have other places to be.”

The Bat-Family was off and swinging, leaving a shaken Chat Noir in their wake.

 Marinette’s Rooftop:

The Bat-family landed on the roof, barring witness to a confused Marinette, a calm Alfred, and an amused floating red being.

“How are you so calm Alfred!?”

“I’ve seen many things in my time Ms. Marinette.”

Damian ran over to Marinette and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Marinette you’re okay!”

Marinette returned the hug full force.

“I’m fine Damian; are you okay?”

“You know; before you two get too far, we might want to head inside before we’re seen.”  Bruce interjected.

Damian and Marinette blushed hard, as everyone around them laughed.

 Marinette’s room:

“And that’s my whole situation with Chat and Hawkmoth.” Marinette finished near tears, sitting next to Damian; who had his arm draped across her shoulders and holding her close, for her comfort.  

“That is a terrible problem you have found yourself cornered with Marinette.  I’m going to give you a list of contacts for the magic users in the league; this won’t solve everything, but should make it easier on you when you need help.”

“Thank you Bruce, that means the world to me.”

They sat in quiet as Marinette got her emotions under control.  As Marinette calmed down, she had a realization; making her turn a bright red and bury her face in her hands.

“Marinette want’s the matter!?” Damien asked concerned for the sweet girl, as the other were posed; ready to comfort her.  Marinette mumbled into her hands.

“What was that?” Tim questioned, Marinette then full on freaked out.

“The outfits! You saw the outfits, I showed you the outfits, I wore the outfits in front of you!”

There a pause, and then everyone just cracked up laughing.

“That’s the problem?!” Tim inquired, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Spots, we already told you we love them and we meant it.” Jason reassured between snickers.

“Yeah, you should have seen Damian’s face at some of them, I wish I took pictures.” Dick laughed.

Damian, while embarrassed by his brothers; looked to comfort the wonderful girl beside him.

“Marinette all those outfits you made are fantastic, you should be proud of all your hard work.”

“Indeed Ms. Marinette, but we should make our way back down stairs.  Mrs. Sabine and Mr. Tom will be wondering where we are soon.”

“Good point Alfred, come on boys.”  Bruce agreed getting and leaving, Dick, Jason and Tim following.  Damian stayed behind.

“We’ll join you in a moment father; I wish to speak to Marinette.”

Bruce nodded head and left the two alone.  Alfred went last, carrying Tikki and speaking in hushed tones.  As the door closed, Damian and Marinette looked at each other.

“What did you want to talk about Damian?

Damian squared his shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Marinette you are beautiful, smart and wonderful girl.  You bring light and joy into my life; will you do me the honor of going out on a date with me?  A proper date?”

Marinette was wide eyed and stunned; at her lack of response Damian rushed to reassure her.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to, after BratChat I wouldn’t blame you.”

“No wait Damian I would love to go on a date with you!”

“Really? Even after him?”

“You’re different from Chat Damian, you’ve treated me like a person since the moment you met me.  You always considered my thoughts and feels with whatever you do and you listen to my opinion; even when you don’t always agree with it.  Going out with you would be a pleasure.”

“I’m a luck man, to have you say yes Marinette.  Would like to go to a movie tomorrow?  My Family and I are here for a few more days.”

“A movie sounds great Damian, but…” Marinette trailed off.

“But what?”

“I might need to run off because of an Akuma attack.”

“That is perfectly fine Marinette, I’ll be sure to come prepared.”

Marinette stared at Damian in shock.

“R-Really?”

“Of course Marinette, I will never willing let you face danger alone; not if I have the choice.”

“Damian…” Marinette whispered.

The two were slowly coming together, until their lips just brush one another’s.  They pulled away smiling and Damian grab Marinette’s hand leading her back down stairs and to their families.

“Tomorrow is looking to be a wonderful day Marinette.”

“I was thinking the exact same thing Damian.”

End.

That was Respect is Always in style.

Also

Extra:

Back at their hotel, Dick shouted in excitement.

“She has a magical girl transformation!”

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Pinehead Headcanons: Oscar’s Other Rose II: Defining Rose Fox

Hey there fellow FNDM fam members. It’s your friendly neighbourhood squiggle meister here. Since some of you kindred folk showed interest, as promised I’ve put together this post sharing more info on Rose Fox.

Who is Rose Fox?

Rose Fox, full name---Rosaline Fox, is a RWBY-inspired original character of yours truly conceived from a Pinehead headcanon I previously shared about Oscar Pine formerly having a childhood friend whose character was based off of the Fox and the Rose from The Little Prince fairy-tale.

 The Meaning of the Rose Fox Character

As most of us Rosegardening Pineheads have interpreted, aspects of The Little Prince story is being used to influence Oscar’s story. In the Little Prince, the Prince was in love with a Rose; a single red rose that had blossomed on his home planet. The Rose was very vain and made the Prince believe that she was the only rose in existence but to the Prince’s disappointment, he learns that the Rose had lied to him when he discovered other roses during his travels off-world. This revelation greatly upsets the Prince. However the Prince soon meets a wise red Fox. The Prince befriends this fox and it is through its teachings that the Prince ultimately learns that his rose was his one true love. The only rose that mattered to him because he loved her.

Rolling with this thought, I wanted to create a character that embodied the Fox from the Little Prince along with the lasting message he left on the Prince. But then I decided to take that concept a step further by also having this character draw inspiration from the Rose from the story as well. As Pineheads, we all know that the Rose in Oscar’s story---the one he is meant to fall in love with and be his one true Rose is of course going to be our silver eyed protagonist: Ruby Rose. As established by the series, Ruby and Oscar have grown close within the span of two seasons with their relationship destined to blossom further going into the Atlas Arc. Whether that means a very trusting close friendship or a beautiful romance is at the call of the CRWBY Writers.

That being said, this squiggle meister wanted to toy with the idea of … what if …Oscar had another Rose in his life who he shared a strong connection with. It is this Rose who ends up challenging Ruby on her relationship and feelings toward Oscar.

As the other Rose, this character provokes Ruby as she is another person that Oscar is very close to, who he could potentially be love in love with even given their bond. However as the Fox, this character will not only help Oscar to see his true feelings but also Ruby as well. As a matter of fact, the true purpose of Rose Fox character is to aid both our Rosebuds in realizing what they truly mean to one another. And thus, this is how the character of Rosaline Fox was born. At least, my version of her based on my Pinehead headcanon.

As some of you might be aware of there, there are now three more interpretations of the Rose Fox character. There is Rosaline Hood (by @lythecreatorart), Rosalind Fox (by @che1sea-xiao-long) and now Ianthe Regem (by @miki-13). I’ll talk more about my stance on the other Rose Foxes later in this post. The meat of all this is to mainly discuss my own version. 

Rosaline Fox is my adaptation of the Rose Fox character based on my ‘Oscar’s Other Rose’ Pinehead headcanon.

In my interpretation, Rosaline secretly has feelings for Oscar and there is a bit of an unsubtle love triangle between Oscar and his two Roses. Rose loves Oscar but is also fully aware of his feelings for Ruby. It is very clear to Rosaline which rose has already tamed the young barn prince’s heart and as his friend; Rose is contented with Oscar being in love with someone else. His happiness matters more to her after all. However where Rose isn’t sure of is where Ruby stands with Oscar. Rose knows Oscar’s heart belongs to Ruby but what she wants to know is whether or not Ruby feels the same way.

In the story I’ve concocted, Ruby and Oscar have grown much closer during their time in Atlas. Ruby knows she likes Oscar very much and she would do anything for him. But lately, her feelings for him have felt strange. In the beginning, Ruby only saw Oscar as another dear friend she would give her life to protect. However the more Ruby spent time with Oscar getting to learn more about him as a person, the more her thoughts about him grew and changed to the point where she begins to question whether or not friendship is all there is to how she feels toward him. All of a sudden, Ruby finds herself conflicted on how she views Oscar. Does he mean more to her than she realized?

He’s just her friend, right? She only likes him as a friend…right? There isn’t anything…more, is there? Those are thoughts that race through Ruby’s mind whenever the subject of how she sees Oscar is brought into question. And the introduction of Rose Fox and her romantically-charges advances toward Oscar doesn’t help Ruby’s confliction.

By my headcanon, Rose is there to both challenge and help Ruby to realize her true feelings. She is the other Rose and the Fox together so that’s the dynamic I can see her having with Ruby. She’s meant to be perceived as a rival however at the same time, that isn’t all there is to her character.

Rose might seem antagonistic toward Ruby at times but she doesn’t hate her or her relationship with Oscar. Rose acknowledges Ruby as someone very important to Oscar and gives her that respect. However; that doesn’t mean that Rose is going to stand idly by and watch Ruby play games with Oscar’s feelings. Nor will she ever forgive her should she break Oscar’s heart. As the other Rose, Rose is meant to be a opponent to Ruby. She is meant to represent everything that Ruby is and isn’t (if that makes sense) and is meant to be someone who awakens a surprisingly insecure side to Ruby that she seldom shows (at least from my point of view).

Rose is young (closer to Oscar’s age than Ruby) but she is also drop dead gorgeous. Rosaline Fox is very beautiful and knows that she is. She’s almost rather conceited about it, even. To Ruby, it’s not so much that Rose is better than her in terms of skill. It’s that she is, admittedly, more beautiful compared to Ruby---at least in her eyes.

I’ve gone with this idea because it ties into a small hunch I have about Ruby. We all know that Ruby is very cute and pretty herself but what we don’t know is how Ruby perceives her appearance. Does she see herself as beautiful and confident in her looks or is she one of those types who feigns ignorance about their appearance; channelling their self-esteem into other aspects of their character while their true deep-seeded insecurity remains at the core of their personalities.

Throughout their interactions, Rose is an opponent who tests Ruby’s relationship with Oscar. Ruby; who is conflicted about her feelings for Oscar finds herself becoming uncharacteristically jealous of her Rose’s bond with Oscar especially knowing that lovely vixen has feelings for him. It’s a type of resentful sentiment that Ruby has never experienced before and she finds herself disgusted with it along with her confliction over how she truly feels.

In a nutshell, I created Rosaline around the idea of their being another Rose close to Oscar to test how Ruby feels toward Oscar while simultaneously helping her realize what those feelings are and what they mean. That is the character of Rosaline Fox.

 What Does Rose Fox Look Like?

 As you can tell from my sketches of her, Rosaline is a red Fox Faunus with dark skin and hair that is a gradient of dark brown mixed with orange before turning white at the tips like a fox tail. As a Faunus, Rose’s animal traits are her red fox ears and her prominent fangs and claws. Although her claws only erect whenever she’s angered to the point of feral rage. Beyond that, Rose’s key defining feature is her blue-grey eyes which could be mistaken for silver eyes at first glance. I know I definitely wanted Rose to have an eye colour similar to Ruby’s trademark silver eyes without being silver, if you know what I mean? Blue-grey definitely fit the bill.

 In terms of height, I pictured Rose being as tall as Ruby Rose to further their similarities. Rose is meant to be about 15 going on 16. She’s meant to always be one year older than Oscar but still one year younger than Ruby planting her right in the middle of these two. Plus I’m finding the mental image of Oscar still being shorter than his two roses and sort of sandwiched between the two of them rather comical in my head.  Another noteworthy feature about Rose is that she’s rather top-heavy for her age.

At only 15, Rose is a busty vixen which is another trait about her looks that often gathers a lot of unwanted attention from the boys. Picture her having the bust size of Yang Xiao Long but at age 15 (the same age Ruby Rose started the series at). As a matter of fact, I can even picture Rosaline and Yang kind of bonding on this experience, sharing a laugh over all the boldfaced gentlemen callers they had to put in their place when they came barking up the wrong tree.

I’m mainly making mention of this mostly in reference to Ly’s Rosaline Hood. For her design, when Ly mentioned that her girl’s got a smaller chest which gives her an advantage while performing her duties as her other alias, I couldn’t help but laugh since…well…my girl---Rosaline Fox is the farthest thing from flat. But don’t worry, like her Hood counterpart, Rosaline has something else about her that plays a very important part in her own secondary persona as well. Her semblance.

What is Rose Fox’s Semblance?

Okay. I’ve thought long and hard about this and I know the perfect power I want Rose Fox to have. Her semblance is Shapeshifting---she can alter her physical appearance to become a near-perfect replica of another. It doesn’t matter if the other person is young or old, tall or short, fat or skinny, male or female, human or Faunus ---Rose can become that person and is able to successfully impersonate them even down to their voice.

Though a very strong semblance, there are limits to this ability. For starters, unlike other known shapeshifters in RWBY such as Neopolitan, Rose can only replicate a form she’s already seen. The same goes for the mimicry characteristic of her shapeshifting semblance. Rose can only imitate a voice she’s already heard. Fortunately she’s trained her semblance well enough that all she needs is to hear a voice once and she’s able to imitate them perfectly from memory.

Another limit is that should Rose need to retain a form for an extended period, she can only hold it up to 9 hours total before her transformation gives out and she changes back to her normal form. In the past she was only able to hold a form a few minutes at best but she’s trained herself well enough over the years to master her power up to decent limit she can work with, especially on missions as a huntress.

The way how Rose’s semblance works (or at least how I’m going to describe it) is that it’s NOT an illusion-based power. Rose isn’t using mental mind tricks or cloaking herself in a haze that tricks the human eye into seeing her as someone else.

Think of Rose’s semblance working like Ditto from Pokémon or the Polyjuice potion from the Harry Potter series or even like how the Crystal Gems shapeshift in Steven Universe. When using her semblance, Rose’s body becomes like clay which she can then physically morph, contorting and shaping it to match the likeness of another being. It takes a great deal of discipline for Rose to maintain a consistent hold on her replicated form before her mask starts to crack and she slowly changes back to true self.

Fortunately, even before she began her huntress-training at Atlas, Rose has possessed her shapeshifting abilities from since she unlocked her semblance at a young age and through years of her own rigorous training, Rose has now reached a level where she has perfected control of her powers. It’s definitely enough for her to be seen as a threat on the battlefield to any poor unsuspecting foe; being a girl who can become anyone.

However there is one noticeable imperfection in Rose’s semblance. Though she’s perfected morphing herself even down to changing her skin colour at whim, for some odd reason Rose can never shake the one glaring flaw in her replications. Her eyes. No matter what form she takes, her eye colour stays the same and sticks out like a sore thumb. For example; Rose can shift into a perfect doppelganger of Oscar Pine and even talk like him but unless you know Oscar or at least know that his eyes are not blue-grey then you wouldn’t see right through Rose’s disguise.

This is actually a common prank that Rose and Oscar used to play as kids. Let say’s Rose unlocked her semblance when she was still a young kit at age five and one time she shifted into Oscar and tried to fool his mother---Dorothy while the real Oscar hid somewhere else laughing. Unfortunately for the young Rose, her trick didn’t work. It might’ve fooled their neighbours but not Dorothy Pine who knew fully well that her son had big bright hazel eyes (just like hers) and not blue-grey eyes like a certain Rose Fox she knew.

I’m actually kind of still contemplating whether or not to keep this flaw in Rose’s semblance. For now I’m going to keep it because there is a story reason as to why it’s there in relation to something I’ll discuss later in this post.

I know when I first mentioned Rose’s semblance, I described it as being a rather unorthodox power. In a way, it still feels that way to me in the context of the RWBY universe. The only canon shapeshifter in the series is Neo and even then her powers make sense within the show since her power is based on illusions that she manifests. Rose Fox, on the other hand, is literally human playdo. Well Faunus playdo. No one in RWBY has this kind of semblance so it made me wonder if it would work.

Doubts aside, I think shapeshifting is an ability that suits a character like Rose Fox perfectly. I can certainly see Rose’s genuineness as a person constantly being called into question by judgmental folks around her especially given the type of semblance she has. Now I’m picturing a small scene where some snobbish Atlesian students, jealous of Rose and her beauty whisper mean things about her behind her back. However, Rose being a Faunus with great hearing overhears every word these girls say about her and boldly puts them in their place for daring to disrespect her. Pick a small exchange of dialogue like this:

Snooty Female Altas Student #1: Hey look, it’s that Rose Fox girl.

Snooty Female Altas Student #2: *in disgust* Yuck! I hate her! She’s such a stuck up bitch. Thinks she’s all that just because she’s pretty. I mean, my dog has a pretty face too but even she knows her place unlike some animals.

Snooty Female Altas Student #1: Right? The only reason people like her so much is because she’s got big boobs. It’s not like she has anything else going for her.

Snooty Female Altas Student #2: Speaking of, did you know? Her semblance is like…some kind of shapeshifting or something.

Snooty Female Altas Student #1:Oh my gosh! Now it all makes sense. The perfect power for such a fake Rose.

Snooty Female Altas Student #2: *laughing haughtily* So fake! Hey do you think she morphs her boobs to look that big?

This curious question is only answered by Rose Fox interrupting the conversation by suddenly slamming her hands on the wall between the two other Atlas students. She did it so abruptly that both girls nearly jumped out of their skins as they edged away from a seething Rose who only smiled at them. Sweet but venomous.

Rose: *cheekily* I dunno ladies. Wanna test that theory of yours? You’re both welcome to cop a feel if you like?

Snooty Female Altas Student #1 and #2: …

Rose: What? No takers? Two seconds ago you were perfectly fine mouthing me off behind my back. Now all of a sudden you got nothing to say?

Snooty Female Altas Student #1: …Uh…we…

Snooty Female Altas Student #2: …We---We were only just---

Rose raised one clawed finger to silence the girls.

Rose: Tell you what? If neither of you got the balls to talk to me to my face then quit talking about me behind my back before you embarrass yourselves or…I embarrass you myself. Whichever wipes the smug looks off your ugly faces the fastest.

With that, Rose struts away, long hair swishing behind her back. But; not before getting one last shot in.

Rose: Oh and to answer your question. I may be a fake Rose but at least my girls are realer than the two of you combined. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it. Kisses ladies.*winks*

I take great pride in my Rosaline being the confident lovely flower not afraid to firmly remind rumour-spreading turds, especially the ones at Atlas Academy, to be mindful of her thorns.

In the beginning, I was going to make Rose’s semblance her being able to turn into a man. This idea was inspired by the manga series Fushigi Yugi: Genbu Kaiden where one of the main male characters---Uruki---one of the Seven Celestial Warriors of Genbu could change into a female version of himself and it was his female form that possessed control over the element of wind. This also makes me think of Ramna ½ where the lead guy turns into a girl if he gets splashed with water or something like that, I think. 

Anyways I was going to originally make Rose’s semblance something like that. But then I figured why not just make shapeshifting it; one and done. As I’ve pointed out, this kind of power works perfectly for a character like Rose Fox since in East Asian folklore, foxes are depicted as familiar spirits possessed by magical powers and they are known to be shapeshifters.

  “…The fox spirit is an especially prolific shapeshifter, known variously as the huli jing (fox spirit) in China, the kitsune (fox) in Japanese and the kumiho (nine-tailed fox) in Korea. Although the specifics of the tales vary, these fox spirits usually shapeshift, often taking the form of a beautiful young women who attempt to seduce men, whether for mere mischief or to consume their bodies or spirits…”  

So yeah, Rose is a shapeshifter. That’s her power and as you’ll learn soon, it plays an important role in her backstory.

What is Rose Fox’s Signature Weapon?

Every aspiring huntress needs a weapon, right? Thanks to Ly’s brilliant idea, I’ve joined the bandwagon for Rose’s huntsmen attire and fighting style drawing inspiration from Robin Hood. I really love this idea a lot. 

While I’m admittedly still working out the finer details of this, I know for a definite fact that I want Rose’s signature weapon to be dubbed: Artemis Rose; named after the Ancient Greek goddess of virginity, the wilderness, hunting, wild animals and protector of young children and women

So in keeping with that concept, I’m picturing Artemis Rose being a hybrid between a mechanized broad sword which transforms into a bow that arrows that are dust-infused bullets that Rose loads into her weapon via cartridges. Or something like that. Still working out the kinks on that one and weapon design isn’t exactly my forte.  

However when I imagine Artemis Rose, I picture it being similar in design to Starseeker---the trademark bowsword used by Serah Farron in Final Fantasy XIII-2 but having the same functionality as Chatareus----the bladed compound sniper bow used by Vella Moisia in the RWBY Fan-made SLVR ‘Viridan’ Trailer created by Mark Zhang.

When is Rose Fox’s Birthday?

Ah yes, the penultimate question. One that I wish the CRWBY would give us for Oscar Pine but…no dice. Although the CRWBY haven’t (and may never really) confirmed Oscar's birthday, I'm still sticking to my Pinehead headcanon of Oscar being a Spring-born Easter baby with his birthday falling between either April or May making him a Taurus-born. My picks for Oscar's birthday were either April 21st or May 21st. I'm more leaning toward Oscar's birthday being April 21st. I was going to originally pick May as my fanon interpretation of Oscar's birth month since May is the fifth month in the year. This for me correlates well with October being the tenth month in the year which has been confirmed as Ruby's birth month.

However, April is usually an Easter-related month. Case in point, April 21st was Easter Sunday this year. I really want Oscar to be an Easter baby. So therefore, I’m sticking to my guns on that Pinehead headcanon. Another headcanon of mine is that whether or not his birthday falls in April or May, Oscar’s birthdate is the 21st. Why the 21st, you might ask? Because it draws a parallel to Princess Ozma from the Wizard of Oz. According to research, Princess Ozma was born August 21st making her a Leo. While I find the Taurus personality fits Oscar a lot better, I like the idea of his birthdate definitely being the 21st. 

Unless the CRWBY tells me otherwise, from henceforth, this squiggle meister is going to treat April 21st as Oscar’s birthday.  That's my headcanon and I'm gonna indulge in it. Leave me be, dagnabbit. By my stance, Oscar is a Taurus. He’s not my character but that’s how I see him.

But since Rosaline Fox is my character, I'm confirming her to be a Sagittarius born (the Archer sign) born in the Christmas month of December on the day of the winter solstice: December 21st. That’s her official birthday Rose Fox-fans.

 I quite dig the concept of Oscar and Rose both sharing the 21st as their birthdates. It fits for me and my headcanon since they are meant to be close childhood best friends who grew up being thicker than thieves. So by the power invested in my theories, Oscar Pine is Easter, Ruby Rose is Halloween and Rosaline Fox is Christmas. I dig it.

What is Rose Fox’s Story?

Born December 21st, Rosaline Fox is the only child of Robyn and Marian Fox. Unlike most Faunus we've seen introduced in RWBY, my idea for Rose is that she is technically a half-breed by Faunus standards. In spite of World of Remnant claiming that Faunus and Man are compatible from a biological standpoint and are able to breed successfully, there haven’t been much examples of Faunus characters with human parents.

So with Rose, I decided to make one of her parents human. Her father, Robyn Fox was a red fox Faunus who chose a human to be his wife. Robyn and Marian lived a seemingly happy love and marriage raising their daughter. Despite them being two different species, Rose shares a close bond with her mother and Marian Fox loves her daughter unconditionally in spite of all the weird whispers and rather impolite, discriminatory glances she'd received from others learning that she, a human women, married a Faunus and had Faunus child. Though raising a Faunus child has been a different experience, that hasn’t stopped Marian from raising her daughter right.

Although Rose had a good relationship with her mother, her closest parental bond was with her father. Not just because he was a Faunus like her but mainly because, in Rose’s eyes, her father was her hero . A great man who was an even greater father. Emphasis on was---will get to that later.  

Physically, Rose gets most of her lovely looks from her mother. Marian has always been a very beautiful woman able to grab the attention of any man who crosses her path and her vivacious rose of a daughter didn’t blossom too far from that garden. From Robyn, Rose of course inherited his Faunus traits as well as his grey-blue eyes.

Before Rose eventually went off to Atlas Academy as teenager, she would often train with her father. Although Robyn was no huntsman, he did know a thing or two about combat and wasted no time in arming his little rose with the knowledge to defend herself. This type of knowledge came in handy when Rose was a kid. She was quite the scrappy little kit back then.

In her old neighbourhood in Mistral, Rose would often be bullied by the neighbouring kids for being a Faunus. One or two times it even got physical. But luckily, Rose Fox could more than take care of herself. Even as a kit. In fact most of her fighting skills went into protecting the one friend she had back in Mistral: a young farm boy named Oscar Pine.

Just like Rose, Oscar was the only child to a single mother named Dorothy Pine. Oscar and Dorothy used to live right next door to Rose and her family. The two families were good friends with each other since Dorothy and Marian were childhood friends themselves and thus the two mothers raised their children to be great friends as well.

Rose and Oscar have known each other since they were in diapers and grew up together. And as friends, they were practically inseparable. The Fox and the Farm Boy .By my imagination, Rose and Oscar are one year apart with Rose being the older between the two.

When they were kids, Rose and Oscar figured they would be friends forever. However all that changed when Rose and her parents left Mistral. She was eight years old when this happened.

Robyn Fox had grown tired of slaving away in the mines of Anima for little to nothing and wanted to take his family to a place where he believed they could prosper better. So being the ambitiously zealous man that he was, Robyn abandoned his mining job in Mistral; uprooting his family and moving them all the way to the colder climate of Solitas in hopes of making it all the way up to Atlas.

This, of course, meant Rose leaving Oscar behind and the two young friends were forced to part ways on a childish yet wishful promise to hopefully meet each other again someday when they were older. A promise that wouldn’t be achieved for another eight years year when the two childhood friends are finally reunited in the hallways of Atlas Academy.

During the years since she moved from Anima, Rose and her family lived way down in the Barracks---a sector of Mantle designated to housing all immigrants; humans and Faunus alike (mostly Faunus) who came from other kingdoms to live the, quote, unquote, Atlesian Fantasy.

Living in the Barracks was a rather uncomfortable experience for Rose and her family for their first two years in Solitas. The cold winter climate was a first for Rose, having only been accustomed to living in the warm countryside of Anima. Fortunately Rose had much friendlier neighbours this time within the Barracks and her family were well-acquainted with their fellow Faunus families. After all, they all came to Solitas chasing after the same pipe dream. All they had to depend on was help from each other so getting along seemed like the better attitude to adapt in order to survive the cold winters. For better or worse, Rose remembered meeting some very nice Faunus folk, young and old, in the Barracks for her first part of her life as a citizen of Mantle.

However these ties would not last long. Eventually, luck came knocking at Robyn Fox’s doorstep when he was able to land a job with the Schnee Dust Company through a connection from another Faunus he worked with in Mantle. Through this new career, Robyn was finally able to move his family out of the Barracks and for a second time in her life, Rose was forced to leave the bonds she had made in the Barracks as her family migrated upward to the Atlas Kingdom.

By Faunus standards living within the upper Kingdom of Atlas, Rose were often looked down upon as some kind of pampered animal by her more human colleagues. To Rose’s astonishment, not a lot of Faunus make it to the top. The more common ones are the fraction of the Atlesian Faunus population who were fortunate enough to be born within the upper kingdom walls. The more common ones are those who were brought up on the backbones of past generations of Faunus who worked hard so that their descendants could be born citizens of Upper Atlas and thus never have to struggle from where where their ancestors had to start off.

For example, Neon Katt of Team FNKI--a Faunus, who by my theories, was born and raised in Upper Atlas but had ancestors who came from Mantle. Rose Fox was part of the fortunate few whose families got lucky enough to catch a break. The rest---the greater percentage of the Faunus population are forced to toil away in the lower kingdom.

As a matter of fact, the humans of Upper Atlas Kingdom were a lot less humble than the few Rose befriended in the Barracks. On the contrary, there were humans of Atlas who believef that Faunus like Rose shouldn’t even be allowed within the upper kingdom. To them, their place in society should be down toiling away in the Barracks or any other part of the decrepit Mantle population.

This was an offensive terminology and assumption of her character that Rose despised with a passion. No one knew of the struggles that her and her parents had to endure just to get where they were in the present. No one knew of her father’s sacrifice. All those long days and nights he used to slave back in the dust mines of the Anima countryside just so he could provide enough food on the table to get his family through the month. No one knew of all those lonely cold nights her and her mother would sit up waiting for her father to come home safely from working double while they were stationed in the Barracks. All those times she spent comforting her distressed crying mother who was often very concerned for her father’s safety knowing the dangers of working within the much colder and less stable dust mines of Mantle.

No one knew anything about her at all so who were they to judge her as a whole based soley on her status as a Faunus? As far as Rose knew, she was blessed. Not pampered. As far she knew, her father had found his calling working for the Schnee Dust Company. If it weren’t for the SDC then her father wouldn’t have achieved the chance to finally provide the life he’s always dreamed for his family. Her father was making more than enough money to spoil Rose and her mother with everything they’ve ever wanted. As far as she knew, everything was as it should be. Everything was perfect, right?

Little did Rose know at the time, nothing is ever truly perfect or as it seems on the surface. And like any classic superhero origin events, these are the events that led to one Faunus girl becoming one of the most notorious vigilantes known to Atlas.

Rise of the Rose Hood

I’m going to dedicate to this section to Ly (@lythecreatorart​.). I owe a lot of the ideas that went into crafting this side of Rose’s story to her brilliance and her Rose Fox variation: Rosaline Hood.

Here’s what I’m thinking: I have this small squiggly theory where part of the Faunus abuse and exploitation by the SDC is the higher ups (like Jacques Schnee) secretly blackmailing the Faunus employed under their company to take down their enemies for them. I couldn’t come up with a better name for this organized Faunus cabal so for the sake of this concept, I’m just going to dub them the Cerberus Triad for now.

The Cerberus Triad are a crime syndicate of Faunus secretly organized by the SDC to forcefully scope out and enlist vulnerable Faunus employed under their fine establishment to perform odd jobs on behalf of the company. And by odd jobs I mean crimes ranging from vandalism and burglary and even kidnapping, battery and in worse cases--- murder. All for the SDC.

Since World of Remnant mentioned that the SDC take pride in using shady tactics to out their competitors, my concept is through the use of their organized Cerberus Triad who are devoted to serving them, whether it’s their choice or not.

Basically think of Cerberus Triad as being the opposite of the White Fang. While the White Fang were more of a radical terrorist group who fought the humans proclaiming peace and equality for the Faunus race, the Cerberus Triad were Faunus who worked with the humans in charge of the SDC and profited from basically being their pawns at the expense of their freedom.

To the most Faunus involved with the Triad, at least the more dedicated members who’ve been so exposed to the lifestyle that they can’t afford to quit, they didn’t care if they were being used by the SDC. To the more third class Faunus who resided in the slums of Atlas and Mantle, the Triad was their one way of surviving. It was either that or death to them and their starving families. To those Faunus, they had nothing to lose. Why bother fighting against the humans when you can just as easily let their richest spoil you. All it took was just selling your soul to the SDC and getting your hands dirty taking care of their dirty laundry. That’s pretty much the concept I have for the Triad.

The Cerberus Triad are the property of the SDC and comprise mostly of poor Faunus---particularly the ones struggling to care for their families, who are at the complete mercy of the company. These Faunus are drafted to perform the SDC’s crimes for them under the promise of a better life.

A handful of these Faunus are roped by fellow Faunus who the Triad send to pull them in. The rest are threatened with the death of their families if they didn’t submit to the joining the Triad. The Cerberus Triad are the hellhounds who guard their masters’ identities and wait dutifully to be deployed against their masters’ foes. They are even willing to take the fall for their masters’ crimes (or worse), all the while the rest of the world remains oblivious to what the SDC has really been up to.

Though the hellhounds are indeed compensated handsomely for their services--- after all, the SDC is led by masterminds who know how to keep their pets in line; it doesn’t change the fact that these Faunus are forced into doing despicable things for the the SDC just for sake of keeping their families safe and cared for.

In reality, the hellhounds of the Cerberus Triad are no better than a pack of tamed animals who the SDC have by the throat and aren’t afraid to exploit their slaves as they please. The worse of the all are the Triple Threats--the proclaimed Heads of the Cerberus Triad.

In the Triad hierarchy, the Triple Treats are three alpha dogs---the ones entrusted by their masters to keep their identities a secret while additionally luring in and groom their fellow hellhounds. And should any of the pups lose their way, the Triple Threats are the top dogs the SDC deploy to ‘take care’ of them.

The Triple Threats are the prime examples of Faunus who have been so inbred in the culture of the Triad that they dare not betray their masters---willing to even kill their fellow Faunus brethren if it meant keeping their riches. To these particular Faunus, any life is better than having to rot away in the cold of Solitas. Even a life of crime.

I know these are all just ideas I’m spouting here but…admittedly this could be a pretty cool concept if done canonically. The White Fang are now a thing of the past as of the V5 and replacing them are the Faunus Militia Makes me wonder if there is a chance we might see the Belladonnas and Ilia Amitola returning at some point during the Atlas Trilogy as part of the subplot involving the Crimes of the SDC as teased by Adam Taurus in V6.

Through the White Fang, we’ve seen an example of Faunus willing to fight the humans for equality and freedom. Now imagine if things are different over in Atlas and Mantle where the Faunus who are slaves to humans being forced to do crimes for them. A concept similar to the Cerberus Triad could potentially be a nice contrast from the White Fang while still continuing the subplot of Faunus abuse. Who knows? 

 Resuming Rosaline’s story, Robyn Fox---her father, was secretly a hellhound for the Cerberus Triad. That was how he was able to acquire the income to get his family out of the Barracks up to Atlas. Like any hellhound, Robyn was rewarded with more money than he could ever dream off. Enough to provide his girls with the liverish lifestyle they deserved. Unfortunately, this also meant Robyn living a double life---lying to Marian and Rose about all the ‘good work’ he was doing for the SDC when the truth was that he was at the complete beck and call of the Cerberus Triad.

Through the Triad, Robyn would do things that he’d never be able to forgive himself for. Things that made him feel a tremendous amount of shame especially to his baby Rose who idolized him. One time Rose even told Robyn that she hoped she could do great work as a huntress someday just like what her father was doing with the SDC.

It was with this statement that Robyn Fox made a choice. For his daughter’s sake and his dignity as a father, he needed to quit his criminal ways. He needed to leave the Triad once and for all and let the world know the truth about the SDC.

Unfortunately for Robyn Fox, one does not simply walk away from the iron fist of the Cerberus Triad. It was a mistake he paid for with his life. At some point, Robyn threatened to quit the Triad with plans to rat them out to the Atlesian law enforcements. Without the Triad’s knowledge, Robyn had secretly been gathering evidence he had planned to use to expose the identities of masterminds within the SDC behind the Cerberus Triad. He had put together a list---the names of SDC members who Robyn suspected to be the Masters or at least accomplices as he gathered his proof. Among the names of the expected Masters was Jacques Schnee---the CEO.

Robyn had disclosed this plan to a dear friend---a fellow disgruntled hellhound who shared Robyn’s same sentiments about leaving the Triad for good. Robyn figured he could trust said friend. He was wrong.

As one might expect, Robyn’s so-called ally backstabbed him and ratted him out to the Triple Threats who then executed his death. Robyn Fox wasn’t just killed. He was murdered---corned like prey in the wilderness, beaten brutally to death before being shot through the head and left for dead bleeding out in the cold.

All the while this was happening; a petrified Rose Fox---too scared to move, hid somewhere else where the attackers couldn’t detect her. Rose had been out with her father when the Hellhounds came for him. Worried that they might hurt Rose too, Robyn stowed Rose away somewhere safe and told her that no matter what she heard, she must not move. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. Stay perfectly still.

So Rose stood still. She stayed as stagnant as a statue made of clay as masked assailants---at least five of them---took their shots at murdering her father while she did nothing. She couldn’t make out their faces from where she stood; not like she looked.

But she never forgot their scent. Their scent would haunt Rose in her nightmares for many days to come; particularly one person. The face of the last person her father saw before he was shot dead. In the name of the SDC, the culprit boldly announced before pulling the trigger.

As a fox Faunus, Rose has excellent hearing and sense of smell. Her sense of smell is strong enough for her to identity someone based on how they smell alone. This is ironically how she and Oscar reunited. She never forgot her best friend’s scent so she immediately recognized him after catching a whiff of his trail when Oscar and Ruby were exploring the Atlas school compound before Oscar’s first day at the academy. Let’s just say, to Rose Fox, Oscar has a rather strong odour to him that she can smell from a mile away.

This plays into the fun fact is that pine trees are known for their nice smell so now I’m imagining Rose Fox constantly trying to sniff Oscar because she really likes his scent; all the while encouraging others to smell Oscar too which embarrasses the poor farm boy. 

Getting back on track here---following her father’s murder, Rose was never the same again. On the surface, she tried to be her old chipper self for the sake of her mother who was completely devastated by what happened to her husband. But at her core, Rose was hiding an insatiable taste for revenge. She wanted to hunt down the people who took her father away from her. She wanted justice and it was a justice she sought out for herself.

This is the part that I owe Ly for inspiring with her Rosaline Hood. In Rosaline’s Hood story, she is the Robbing Hood. 

However in my Rose’s story; to make a long elaborate story short, her father’s murder inspired Rose Fox to become the Rose Hood.

Using an old photo of her father when he was a young adult, Rose used his likeness to create an alternate persona of the Rose Hood to live out her vendetta. No one would ever suspect that a mysterious male Faunus vigilante is in fact a teenage Faunus girl with a shapeshifting semblance, correct?

Initially, Rose had only meant to use the Red Hood to hunt down her father’s assailants---donning the face of a Deadman to bring the men who killed him to justice by his---well her hands. However the further Rose went down the rabbit hole, the more she realized that the problem was far bigger than she imagined.

Eventually Rose found her father’s list and started unravelling the truth about the Cerberus Triad and their Masters. It was something that ultimately opened her eyes to what the Faunus of her kingdom had to go through just to survive. It opened her eyes to what her father had to do just for them to survive.

That’s when Rose made a change. She decided to turn her newfound persona into a vigilante hero who fought the Cerberus Triad.

Since the Cerberus Triad would pillage on behalf of the SDC, the Rose Hood would arrive to actively thwart their crimes. At the time, all Rose wanted to do was stop the Cerberus Triad from hurting anyone else. But that objective changed for a second time when word of Rose’s adventures as the elusive Rose Hood became the talk of the town.

Before Rose knew it, the Rose Hood became a household name; especially within the Faunus community. A feat which humbled honoured Rose but still she maintained her cover. By day she was Rose Fox---your average 15-year-old first year Atlas student attending huntsmen academy. But by night, she was the Rose Hood fighting to stop the Cerberus Triad in hopes that her escapades would bring her closer to her real target. Rose had planned to finish what her father started---to bring down the SDC by uncovering the identities of the Masters and bring them to justice for all their crimes against the Faunus community.

Not before long, as the Rood Hood’s popularity continued to grow, he ultimately attracted the attention of a particular group of Faunus who would ultimately become his followers. Tired of being used by both the Triad and the SDC, this band of merry men formed the Robbing Roses, a cult of thieves formally bred by the Triad who now swore their allegiance to the Red Hood.

The Robbing Roses tracked Rose’s movements as the Rose Hood and one night, one of their founding members found him and begged the Hood to be their leader against the Cerberus Triad.

And so, Rose became their fearless leader. Under the guise of the Rose Hood, Rose secretly leads the Robbing Roses in her crusade against the Cerberus Triad and the SDC.

The Robbing Roses

The Robbing Roses were once Faunus who once worked under the tirade of the Cerberus Triad and now work with the Red Hood to bring down them down and the SDC. Whatever profits they managed to score from their escapades is then used to help these men take care of their families particularly the ones who still have family they were trying to take out of the Barracks and Mantle. Most of these Faunus are husbands and fathers who the Triad were easily able to manipulate before. Now under the Rose Hood’s leadership, they are free to fight against their original oppressors by thwarting their crimes and stealing back from them.

Since the SDC use the Faunus to create the Cerberus Triad to take out their competitors then the Robbing Roses fight to stop the Cerberus Triad while targeting the SDC. Since the SDC seems to be built on the blood, sweat and tears of the Faunus they exploit for their own selfish desires under the kingdom’s nose then it would only be fair that their fortunes should go to the Faunus, correct?

The Robbing Roses work to reveal the truth of the SDC’s true colours to the world, all the while stealing from these very rich Masters to give back to the poor they viciously exploited.

So in addition to stopping the Triad, the Robbing Roses plunder the various SDC establishments scattered throughout Atlas; taking what they can to help the families of the Faunus who are trying desperately to get out of the Barracks; particularly the one’s of those working among the Robbing Roses.

That’s the concept that I have for these guys. Imagine basically the Phantom Thieves from Persona 5 but with a Robin Hood spin on it. If Rosaline as the Rose Hood is meant to embody Robin Hood then Robin Hood isn’t complete without his merry men, right? I’m not sure what the Merry Men of Robin Hood’s story looked like however for the Robbing Roses, I’m seeing a full group of men sporting hooded capes; red like roses and full face masks to hide their true identities. 

Dissimilar to the masks worn by the White Fang, the Robbing Roses wear masks depicting the very animals the Faunus of the Robbing Roses embody. The mask is white with intricate red detailing that resembles rose petals and thorns. Remember the Anbu from the Naruto anime series? Picture something like that for their masks designs.

And since we’re talking about Robin Hood and the Merry Men, then obviously there needs to be a Little John character too.

Here’s my idea: Though loyal to the Rose Hood, none of the Robbing Roses know of his true identity as the teenage Rosaline Fox. None except for one man. A bear Faunus--- who the others called Jahn Little. I’ll dub him that for the sake of this idea I’m going with.

Basically Jahn served as the right hand and second in command to Rose when she was the Rose Hood. Jahn was also the man who formed the Robbing Roses when they were just a few struggling members and was the person who sought out the Rose Hood in the first place.

When Rose decided to ultimately abandon the mantle of the Red Hood, Jahn nobly gave up himself to the authorities claiming himself to be the Rose Hood. When asked by Rose why he would take the fall for her, Jahn revealed it was because he owed a great debt to Robyn.

Remember that dear friend I mentioned before who ratted Robyn out to the Triple Threats?

It was Jahn but it wasn’t as it seemed. Jahn was forced into ratting out his friend since the Triads intimidated him into do it. He gave up his one trusted friend in the Triad to save his own skin. Jahn was actually there that night when the Triad murdered Robyn. He was the man who tried to warn Robyn of his hit but arrived too late to save him. He did however see Rose. It was the first time Jaune saw the daughter Robyn spoke so highly of; although the two would not officially meet until the Robbing Roses form.

As for Jahn’s motive for working against the Triad and going to jail for Rose---well let’s say it was done as a final act of selflessness because Jaune had nothing else he could lose. He had already lost his family. Wife left him when he failed to provide. Jahn only joined the Triad because he had hoped he could make enough to win back his wife and son. When Jahn wanted to quit, the Hellhounds had his only family---his wife and son murdered to prove a point.

Similar to Robyn, the loss of his family was Jahn’s eye opening moment. The moment that made him realize the Cerberus Triad and the SDC needed to be stopped once and for all before other innocent lives were endangered; Faunus and humans alike. It was the moment that made him cling to the image of the Red Hood as a symbol of hope. And what was ultimately his motive for taking the fall for the young Rosaline after learning her secret.

Rose was the one who gave Jahm hope when he needed it most so giving himself up in her place was his way for repaying the kindness that her and Robyn gave to him. Jahn may have acted in his own self-interest toward Robyn but he wasn’t about to do the same with his daughter. That’s the idea.

 Final Thoughts| Garden of Roses

And…that’s it!

Phew! Alrighty, I think I’m about ready to wrap up this long meta. I was going to include another section to discuss more about what a Rose Fox Character could potentially mean for Oscar’s story arc. Buuuut…I believe it would be best if that’s yet another Pinehead Headcanon saved for a next day. Oscar’s Other Rose Part III, ya’ll!

Anywhozzits, as I’m closing off, I just would like to take this moment to personally thank Ly, Chelsea and Miki. You’ve seen me mention their names a lot throughout this post and I really do owe these three cool cats a lot for their encouragement and influence. 

Lately this squiggle meister has been feeling kind of as if folks might be getting bored of reading my RWBY content. Not saying it’s true. It’s just a lingering concern of mine with each post I make to Tumblr. So when I first shared my Oscar’s Other Rose Pinehead headcanon, like any idea I wasn’t sure how fellow FNDM fam might respond to it; especially the Pineheads.

But when I saw Ly create Rosaline Hood, as I told her, I was floored man! Then after Ly came Chelsea with her adorable Rosalind Hood and now Miki with Ianthe Regim. As someone who generally tends to talk a lot in her posts, words are not enough to describe just how genuinely happy I felt seeing all three of these beautiful Roses.

It’s because of this why I am completely open to their being multiple interpretations of the Rose Fox Character. When Ly first shared her Rosaline Hood, I didn’t want to be like “Her Rose isn’t the real Rose because she doesn’t look like my Rose”, y’know what I mean? HELL to the NAH! I was over the freaking moon seeing her first character design for Rosaline Hood the first time as well as her adorkable storyboards of Oscar and Rose’s friendship. I love seeing those. Maybe this post might’ve even inspired a few of those drawings. Who knows?

The same is to be said for Chelsea’s Rosalind Hood and Miki’s Ianthe Regim. Speaking of Miki, love, love, LOVE your drawings of all the Roses together interacting. Beautiful!

I welcome ALL incarnations of the Rose Fox Character. Even though Rosaline Fox is my version, I am more than happy with anyone else creating their own Rose Fox-inspired character. It’d be lovely to see this garden grow. It’s actually really cool when ideas inspire more ideas. My original headcanon may have helped inspire Rosaline Hood from Ly but it was Ly’s Rosaline Hood who helped inspire Rosaline, Rosalind and Ianthe too. It’s freaking crazy and I love it.

So yeah, if anyone is interested in making their own Rose Fox characters, you’re more than free to do so. The one thing I ask is that you share them with yours truly once you’re done since I’d love to see them. Just…uhm…no rule 34 level of inappropriateness please. I am open to more Roses but respectfully keep that kind of stuff out of the garden, please and thank you mighty kindly.

What would actually be beyond awesome is if the Concept of the Rose Fox Character becomes so popular that even the CRWBY Writers pick up the idea and actually decide to add their own version to the canon of RWBY. Yes, yes, I know that’s mega wishful thinking here but a squiggle meister could dream, can I?

For now, it just gets me excited seeing art of all the Roses that blossomed so far. What’s left for me to do now is to finish up my design of Rosaline so that I can join Ly and Miki on drawing all the Roses together.

I planted one tiny seed of a Pinehead headcanon and from it blossomed not just one but now four Roses, all lovely and rich in their own unique way. That’s enough for a huntsmen team.

Even though I shared all of this ideas for Rosaline Fox and her story, that doesn’t necessarily mean that my concepts are set in stone for other versions. To my fellow Rose Fox parents, you guys are more than free to use elements from Rosaline’s story for your Roses or create your own if you’d like.

Speaking of: 

What’d you think of Rosaline Fox now after reading her story?

@miki-13​, @lythecreatorart​ and @che1sea-xiao-long​, you guys asked me for my thoughts on your Roses and your ideas for their respective stories; now I’d like to know your thoughts on Rosaline’s if you don’t mind.

And if anymore Roses are to spawn, they are welcome in the garden as well. As I told Chelsea and Miki, this squiggle meister is fully on board with this Garden of Roses: A Rose Fox Multiverse that’s happening here.

I love that Rosaline now has three fellow Rose Fox sisters whose stories she helped shape and who’s own stories helped shape hers. I don’t usually indulge in creating content from my RWBY theories and headcanons but your contributions have made this so much fun and for what it’s worth, I hope we can keep having more fun with our Roses.

Who knows? Maybe from this I can get the nudge to create more RWBY Squiggle OCs inspired by other Pinehead headcanons I’ve made. Like Tippetarius from this Pinehead headcanon right here. I guess we shall see. For now, let’s keep the fun going guys. Thanks for reading!

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Could you do 17-19 & 26 for the OC ask? I’m curious 😏

SO THIS WAS A LOT OF FUN TO DO

17. Any OC OTPs?

isadora/uria x caster (my pride and joy)

leena x wyn (my daughters who deserve everything)

elijah x maia (my babies)

orion x artemis (i adore their myths together so much like!!)

18. Any OC crackships?

jai x valerie (idk why but i feel like they’d be rlly nice together???)

remi x louise (i lowkey ship them and idk whether this will even become canon)

atalanta x artemis (i lowkey ship them so hard)

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

i love my girl maia hawthorne with all my heart. her creation started as a short story for a workshop i was taking last semester of school and after watching love, simon for the first time i felt inspired to write a short story about a girl coming out as bisexual to her family and her story is so special to me because her character is mainly based on myself (though some things are fictional but a lot of it was based on ppl i know and things i’ve felt/gone through). 

she’s a 17-year-old closeted bi girl who’s very self-conscious of herself and enjoys writing in her spare time as her escape from reality. her parents are divorced but she lives with her mother and has a rocky relationship with her dad. she wants to come out because she hates feeling suffocated and finally wants to be able to breathe around her family, but she’s worried because her mother is highly religious after the divorce and acts weird whenever she mentions lgbtq+ stuff, and she fears that she’d be rejected. but one day she starts getting letters in her locker and they’re like cute pick me up notes and whatnot and she’s so confused but also really wants to know who it is.

she means a lot to me because she’s me, if that makes sense?? she’s this bisexual character and i hardly see them in stories (especially when they’re not portrayed with negative stereotypes). she’s comfortable with her sexuality but there’s still the matter of coming out to her family and i’m so in love with the growth she’s going to go through with it. she’s this character with insecurities that she’s trying to overcome and she’s far from perfect. it’s just nice to see a character i can truly relate to bc i’m tired of only being able to relate to a character in like one or two aspects.

she has various little plots throughout letters to maia. there’s one plot where she’s struggling with coming out to her family and then the aftermath of it, then there’s her wanting to get together with her classmate, remi, but she can’t tell whether remi likes her back or not, then there’s the main point of her trying to figure out who’s sending her letters. but the biggest and most important aspect to me is that she’s plus size. i rarely see plus size women getting their happy ending or if they do they usually lose weight to gain the attention of their crush, and that’s not the case for maia. she goes through some struggles of not loving her body and i relate to it so much, but to see her find love in the end?? and her working on loving herself?? i need that!! 

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

yes! as maia is supposed to basically be a self-insert of myself and i’ve pictured her as this plus size white passing black girl bc i’d love to see a character i can rlly relate to. sadly, finding a celeb who matches that description has brought me to a dead end. i tried to find a black plus size actor who looked young enough to play a teenager but the ones i found had little resources for me to work with, and amandla was someone who gave off the perfect vibe for maia as well as had resources for me to work with. i feel like i have to erase maia being plus size or else ppl might get on me with my edits bc how can i use a skinny fc for a plus size character?? which is understandable and i feel conflicted.

though i feel like i’d probably still feature maia being plus size because it’s important to her character and to myself. like… amandla is literally used as a FACEclaim.

ASK ME SOME OC QUESTIONS?

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Engraved pt. 18

Masterpost <– Engraved 17 | Sheltered 3 –> | Engraved 19 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost) Words: 7317 Notes for Update: 45 Warnings: tattoos, needles, angst, murder, kids related to murder, smut, oral, (bts) Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader A/N: feedback is welcome <3

AFF link

Angel pov

After all the bad news it was nice to spend some time with someone who wasn’t tied to the group. That it had to be your old school friend Taehyung was a whole different point of discussion. In your eyes it only brought him in danger. Truth be told though, you had missed him, and he’d missed you too. “Angel.” He smiled widely, wrapping you up the tightest of hugs ever and then spinning you around. You hugged him back but croaked. “Tae, I can’t breathe.” He laughed with you and put you back on the floor. Taehyung always had a bright wide smile on his face, perfectly white teeth, sweet eyes. You’ve known him for as long as you can remember. He’s 2 years younger than you and you were never actually in the same class. But he used to live a few houses over from here so you always walked to school together. “Ah, this is the famous Angel?” A younger boy followed him inside, his facial features soft and smile cheeky paired with a little round nose. He was Taehyung’s height but you knew he was younger, but more built than your friend.

You smiled and extended your hand. “Jeonggug right?” He nodded. “Yep.” “Well lets get started on your appointment then. What are you looking for today? Tattoo right?” Jeonggug nodded, “I also want to get up a size with my gauges, I mean, if you don’t mind. I know I didn’t really ask for that.” You motioned him over to the back of the store where you sat him down in the chair. “It’ll take a minute, it’s no problem.” When you’d put your gloves on you took out one of his original gauges, a simple black one. “Are you interested in a different design as well, or just simple black ones?” He looked at the wall, and meanwhile Taehyung was scanning through your book of tattoos and drawings. “I like rings, but I don’t know if it’ll look good on me.” “You can make it work, really. I think you can. Especially as you already have a few rings.” You grabbed some from the wall and handed them to him. “One size or two sizes?” “I think I’ll just do one for now.” He said, handing them back to you. You got the antiseptic and pulled up your chair. “Let’s do this then.” With care, you took out his old gauges, and cleaned everything with salt solution and antiseptic. You grabbed a small taper and pushed the small end into the little hole in his ear. “You’re probably not going to feel it, but here we go.” Slowly, as you’d been taught, you pressed the taper through until the thickest end was in only. “That’s one,” you easily exchanged it for the ring, and went on with the other one. “That’s two. Take a look and see if you like them.” He jumped off the chair and checked out the piercings in the large mirror. “Cool! Thanks!” he smiled widely, bottom lip pulling up and showing cute front teeth. You wondered for a second, what had happened to him that had lead him to be with Namjoon and Yoongi. “Taehyung?” you called, and he looked up from one of the books. “Are you going to antisocially sit there all evening?” He had that typical clueless look in his eyes, and you noticed that Jeonggug seemed to have some similar facial ticks as he did. In a way Taehyung always reminded you of a more…manly version of Baekhyun. But it depended on the day. “How long have you been friends?” you asked Jeonggug. “Oh, a little over 4 years now.” “You were young then? When you joined them?” He nodded and looked of into the distance for a second. “Well, I wasn’t supposed to, it was a temporary stop for me. But I ended up finding my place their. I grew up with them.” “That’s nice.” You smiled. Taehyung stepped up beside you and bent down to lean his head on your shoulder. “Should I get another tattoo?” he asked. You frowned. “What’s up with you? You’re quiet.” “Meh, I’m a little off.” He fidgeted with the sleeves of his plaid blouse and you noticed the inch of a bruise peeking out from under the fabric. You decided not to go into it. “So what do you think?” “You can always get something else, I mean, if you really want to. They look good on you, just think well on it before you do anything. Okay?” Your friend nodded and smiled, but didn’t move from his spot. “So Jeonggug,” you started, “What were you thinking of getting?” He blushed a little, and pulled out a drawing from the pocket of his skinny jeans. “I wanted to get this. I don’t know if that’s possible.” You took the piece of paper from him, and unfolded it. It was a carnation, a flower. You’d done a lot of them before actually. “You drew this?” you looked at the skill, really surprised. “Yeah, I did.” He shyly answered. “You have skill, really. It’s good. I might need to change some things but I can definitely use this.” You motioned for him to follow you to your drawing table in the back. “Where do you want it?” “Where do you think is best?” he asked, obviously interested. You looked up at him, and saw that he was a little nervous. “You nervous?” “A little.” “Don’t be, I mean it’ll hurt, but you’ll be fine.” You took out transfer paper. “It’s a round design it can go in most places really.” Taehyung sat down on the edge of the table, an annoying habit he’d gained form hanging around too often when you were younger. It took you one look at him for him to step off. “Sorry.” He chuckled. “I don’t understand why you still try that. It’s not a chair.” “I think you should get it on your shoulder.” Your friend spoke. “Like on the back of your shoulder.” Jeonggug contemplated it, and then nodded. “I think that’d be really cool yeah. Taehyung laughed a little and it made you smile. You were glad to see him happy, even though there was obviously something on his mind. Something that was bothering him. This was not the time to ask though. “Okay, let me trace it, and then we can get started. If you want you can watch, you’ve got an eye for it.” He eagerly came over with one of the stools and sat down by the side of your desk. “I wanted to be a tattoo artist when I was a kid.” “What’s stopping you?” you said, tracing the drawing slowly. “It’s a very…open job really. You don’t have to qualify for a lot of things. If you can draw and are kind of nice you’ll do good.” “I just don’t know where to start.” You finished quickly, wanting to fill in parts yourself anyway. There was something more natural about a tattoo when you had a bit of freedom to work with. “I don’t take interns sadly, but I could find a place for you. I know quite a lot of people who do.’ That’s when Taehyung spoke up again. “Why don’t you take interns?” He knew, that was the problem. Taehyung knew you were in shady business, not exactly what maybe, but he knew that part of what you did wasn’t legal. He’d promised not to tell anybody, and you tried your best to keep him on the straight and narrow himself. “I live in a back part of the city, I get some shady customers. It’s not always safe, not the right place. Plus, it’s better to take an internship at a larger shop with more employees. Gives more experience.” Your friend narrowed his eyes, and you got up to pull up some equipment you’d be needing. “Sit down, take your shirt off, we can get started.” Taehyung sat down on another stool as you put everything you’d need down. The colours, the tattoo gun, razor, creams, wipes and you pulled on some gloves. Jeonggug slid his shirt off, and revealed a large burn scar running from his collar bone, over his shoulder, covering it completely. He noticed you watching. “My family died in a fire, I was the only one that got away.” “That explains the tattoo I guess? Pink carnation, a mother’s love.” He nodded, sad smile. “Yeah, I miss her a lot.” You didn’t ask more, sensing he didn’t want you to. “Well, lay down, I’m going to prep you and we’re good to go.” “Ah kook, she got to shave your shoulder. You’re going to have a hairy shoulder after this. When it grows back.” Taehyung joked. “Yah!” Jeonggug exclaimed as he laid down. “Stop it you.” It was nice to see then together, joking around. Jeonggug let out a nervous sigh as you transferred the ink from the paper onto his skin, the opposite shoulder of the scarred one. “Here we go,” The tattoo gun buzzed to life and you dipped it in the black ink and pressed it to his skin. You held him steady as he hissed, his skin vibrating with the movements. “It’s not as bad as I thought.” He grumbled. You looked up at Taehyung who shot you a very way too innocent smile. “What?” he asked “Did you tell him he was going to die or something?” He shrugged. “I might’ve mentioned some things.” “Yeah Tae, we both know you’re a weak lil thing, you almost fainted on me the first time.” Jeonggug pressed his fist against his mouth to stifle a laugh. You had to momentarily remove the tattoo gun in order not to stab him. You looked at Taehyung. “We need to keep the jokes in while I got this electrical machine on his body. Kay?” He nodded. “We should go for lunch or dinner some time Ang.” “We should.” You said, not looking at him. “I’ll text you for a time that I’m free.” The evening went on slowly, and you chatted about small things. Jeonggug’s childhood dreams, and Taehyung’s new job at a local cafe where he sung every friday night and worked on other days. You asked them about Namjoon and Yoongi and the others, how they were doing. When you were almost done with the tattoo, the door in the back opened and Kyungsoo stepped in. You looked up at him to wave and say hi, but you found him with wide and blood shot eyes. His hair was dishevelled, and he seemed so pale. His lips were parted, and he swallowed before he quickly fled up the stairs. “Guys give me a second.” You put the gun down and took of your gloves. “I’ll be back in a few, I’m sorry.” Taehyung shot you a questioning look before you ran after Kyungsoo up the stairs. You found him hunched over the sink, dry heaving. “Hey.” You said, stepping over and putting a hand on his back. His skin was blazing hot, and there was sweat beading on his forehead. “Are you sick?” He shook his head, croaking something from in his throat. His breathing picked up, panting turning into something close to hyperventilating. “Shit, Soo, come.” You wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to the couch, sitting him down and pushing his head down. “Breahe, slowly.” You rubbed his back and watched him slow his breathing. “Slow, slow. It’s okay, you’re safe. Shh.” Kyungsoo was trembling against you, and you weren’t going to let him go until he was better. “Ang.” He croaked. “Shh, it’s okay. Don’t, we can talk later.” You carded your fingers through his hair, slowly, taking out little tangles. “Shh.” His breathing slowed, and he straightened his back to look at you. “I’m sorry.” “Hey.” You cupped his cheek. “Don’t be sorry, nothing happened? You’re allowed to not be okay, don’t apologise. You feeling better?” Slowly you walked to the sink to get him a glass of water, sitting back down. “Here.” He took it with a shaking hand and set it to his lips, drinking slowly. “Thank you.” You smiled and kissed his cheek. “All good Soo, all good.” Kyungsoo sighed and leant his head on your shoulder, his lips pressing against your neck in a flighty kiss. “Listen, I have somebody I was working on downstairs. I’ll go finish him up, won’t take more than an hour okay? I’ll get back up and we can talk. I’m so sorry I can’t be with you straight away.” He smiled lightly, glazed over eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll just go sleep a little. Sorry for making you worry.” “Worrying shows you care Kyungsoo, it’s good. Really.” You kissed his lips again, tasting salty with tears or sweat. And he sighed deeply against you. “I’ll be back.” There was tension in his body, where your hand briefly squeezed his arm before you left. Taehyung stared you down when you came back. “Who was that?” “None of you business.” You said defensively. He narrowed his eyes, and Jeonggug kind of looked lost in between the two of you. “Was is that guy?” Tae almost snarled. He stepped over to you and you moved away, he caught your wrist and pushed your sleeve up. “What’s this?” He revealed a simple bruise by your elbow, it looked a little suspicious. However, you’d juts taken a fall during training with Kyungsoo, bumping your arm into one of the machines there. It’d heal. This was however a tricky situation. “Y/n, what’s this?” he asked again, looking at you, shaking you a little. “Did he do this?” Well fuck. “No, Tae of course not. What are you thinking?” “As if I don’t know Angel, that guy of yours he’s crazy. I told you before. You’re still with him aren’t you? That’s him? If that’s him I’m going upstairs to give him a permanent facial.” He got angry, voice raising. You grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. “Taehyung! Stop, that’s not him. You’re being overhaste. That guy was Kyungsoo, he’s my boyfriend.” He raised an eyebrow. “He did this?” “No, he didn’t. We were working out, I fell, and bumped my arm. Really, don’t be so concerned.” He looked confused and you just hoped he’d drop it before Kyungsoo heard anything, or before Jeonggug started asking questions. “If he-“ “He won’t.” You said quickly. “He won’t, trust me okay. Now let me finish up the tattoo, because he’s not doing so good and I really want to go upstairs to him.” Taehyung nodded and let you go with a pout. It was nice to have a friend like him who cared about you like that, someone from the normal life. You knew it was dangerous to be so close with him still, but he was your only exception. The one you couldn’t push away. Jeonggug laid back down and you went back to finishing everything. Adding pinks and blues and red’s and yellows in the centre. Little specks of white for highlights, and some touch ups to the lining. It was a quick job really. “There we go, let’s see if you like it.” He jumped up and almost sprinted over to the mirror. “Wow.” He gasped, straining to look at it. “Come here.” You turned him forward and held a smaller mirror up behind him. “You like it?” “It’s amazing.” He smiled, but you saw the tears in his eyes. “Thank you.” You smiled back at him, glad you’d made him this happy with it. It was nice to know that people really did get tattoo’s with meaning. “You’re welcome, let’s get you wrapped up.” Quickly you’d applied what you needed and put foil over the tattoo. “It’s simple aftercare, the others will know and probably help you. To make sure you reach every part of it. If anything happens be sure to come back to me, and I surely hope to see you again.” Jeonggug paid you, and you wondered where he’d gotten the money really. But he probably had a job here and there. Who knows what his parents did before he joined Namjoon. “Thanks again Angel.” He said. “You’re welcome, enjoy it!” They left, Taehyung after thoroughly hugging you and lifting you off the floor once more. “I’ll text you.” He’d mumbled and you’d nodded him off. You suddenly thought how you hadn’t charged Jeonggug for the earring, but couldn’t really care. A friend of Taehyung’s really. Quickly, you cleaned the necessities and ran up the stairs after that. It was late, past 12 already, after the long session. You only opened up the shop after dinner for friends, because it was generally convenient. You didn’t have work hours, you just got paid for what you did, so it didn’t matter. Upstairs you made some quick tea and went up the stairs to see how he was doing. He was in bed, curled up under the sheets, probably wearing just boxers. You sat down, putting the tea on the nightstand. Softly, you ran your fingers through his still slightly damp hair. He wasn’t as warm anymore, but you felt that he was still tense, in his shoulder, his chest. He mumbled, turning over onto his back and opened his eyes lazily. “Hey.” He whispered hoarsely. You smiled and motioned for him to sit up, handing him the tea. He wrapped both hands around the mug, seemingly basking in the warmth. “How are you feeling?” There was a short silence. “I’m not sure.” “Whatever it was Kyungsoo. You’re now, you can relax.” You kissed his lips that now tasted like honey tea. “It’s gone.” “I’m not so sure.” He mumbled against your mouth. “I did something bad.” You pulled away to look at him, there were no peculiar bruises on his body. Non more than he’d had the night before. A few small ones from training, and a left over glean from the one on his older ones. You cupped his cheek. “If you don’t want to tell me you don’t have to.” “I’m just…i don’t want to say it out loud. More so for myself than for you. I can’t.” For a moment you didn’t know what to say, the raw fear in his eyes and the strength it took him to stay calm like this. There was a tremble in his frame and a hiccup in his breath. It rose goosebumps to your skin and a tightness in your throat. “Soo.” You whispered, taking the mug from his hands and setting it aside half empty. With ease you swung a leg over his, sitting in his lap and drawing him close. You hugged him, he pressed his face against the crook of your neck and held you tight around your waist. He swallowed, and you mumbled little nothings in his ear, stroking the back of his neck. But he didn’t calm down, there was a pent up tension, something that kept lingering. So you kissed him, his cheek, his nose, making him chuckle lightly, and then his lips. Slowly, carefully, tenderly. His hands travelled up your sides and squeezed your ribs lightly. He kissed you back, soft moan in the back of his throat as he let you deepen the kiss and slide a hand up over his chest. Kyungsoo relaxed a little under your ministrations, drawing patterns on his skin and nibbling on his bottom lip. An idea came to mind and you just went with it. You broke the kiss, trailing your lips along his jawline, planting little openmouthed kisses along his neck. He threw his head back, a soft thud against the wall, and let you do your thing. You licked a stripe up the tendon of his neck, blowing cold air over it an making him shiver. “Ang.” He groaned. “Shh, relax.” You whispered against his skin. His eyes were closed and one of his hands was on your thigh. While you were still wearing all your clothes, he was only in his boxers. Not like he seemed to care at this point, and he shouldn’t. You weren’t taking anything off anytime soon. “Scoot down.” You mumbled He frowned, and you slid a hand under his butt to signal what you wanted. Seemingly he understood because he laid down on his back, head on the pillows, looking up at you. You were hovering over his hips, fingers trailing down his skin. “Close your eyes.” Kyungsoo closed his eyes and the his hands came up to rest at your hips. You grabbed his wrists and pushed them away to rest by his head. “No touching.” He opened one eye. “Nah, close your eyes.” “Want to touch,” he mumbled. “Please.” “No, come on.” You chuckled, and he fought you for a little, light tussle rolling around the bed. “Stop Kyungsoo, lay the fuck down.” You laughed. “Litreally I’m not doing anything until you listen.” “You’re a bad dom.” “I’m not trying to be a dom I’m trying to be nice.” “Hmm not nice.” He fiddled his hand under your tight shirt and brushed his thumb under the underside of your breast. You grabbed his wrists again and twisted, pushing him down harshly to the bed. There was a bounce in the mattress and you had him pinned beneath you. So you leant down near his ear, whispering after a short tug to his earlobe. “Now you’re going to listen to me, or you ain’t getting anything tonight. Can you do that?” you kept your voice low and it seemed to work as he nodded silently. “Just lay back, relax.” He let out a breath and you felt the tension in his body subside, his chest fell in, relaxed. His eyes fell closed and he licked his lips, not saying a word. “Don’t be afraid to make sound.” You said before your lips touched his collarbone, softly, one, twice, each time with more pressure till you were sucking a mark into his skin and he let out a breathy moan at the feeling of your teeth. His breathing picked up, and you felt him half hard against you when you scooted down to kiss his chest. When you lightly scratched his sides he trashed with a high whine and you pushed him down. “Listen, don’t move, don’t flex, not a single muscle. Trust me on this okay. I know it’s hard but just don’t flex anything at all. No matter what I do.” There was a raspy sigh and then he nodded again. “You can speak Kyungsoo.” “Yeah, yeah, just.” You chuckled. “Impatient.” And you continued, trailing kisses down his chest, fingers drawing patterns on his sides. He groaned when your lips found his nipple, and his hand moved to your head to push you away. You grabbed his wrist before he could and bit down harshly. His hips bucked up and he moaned. Jackpot. “I will tie you up to the headboard.” You grumbled against his skin. He didn’t reply, just put his hand back behind his head. Kyungsoo moaned again when you soothed the now sore skin of his nipple with your tongue, and a quick nudge of your tongue piercing. You were slow in your movements, taking time to find every little spot you could use against him on your way down. He was a panting mess beneath you by the time you were done with his chest and your fingers were trailing down his hipbones to the edge of his underwear. He was painfully hard, straining against the fabric, he whined a little when you just waited and didn’t move. “Y/n.” He breathed. “Please.” “As you wish.” You smirked, never having seen him beg before, but right now he was at your mercy. It wasn’t something you thought he’d enjoy that much, but most guy actually would do anything for their girl to do this. You palmed him through the fabric, lightly, making him hiss again at the first contact. Then you bent down, brushing your nose against his length, mouthing at him, light scrapes of your teeth. He moaned loudly, his stomach muscles trembling with the effort of not flexing, his thighs failing under your hands. So you stopped looking up at his face. His eyebrows scrunched up, teeth sinking deeply into his lip, heart visibly pounding in his chest. He was feeling good, you new that, you’d learned the signs over time. But this was as new to him as it was to you, and you were going to take your time to learn what he liked. He wouldn’t complain in the end, you new that. Truth be told he needed this, to relax fully and take his mind away. Whatever it was that had happened had hit a weak snare and he was completely strung on by it. So you just had to snap the tension. It worked for you, maybe it worked for him. “Ang.” he growled deeply as you just laid there between his legs for a while. You decided you didn’t like his tone so you quickly hooked your fingers under the edge of his underwear and yanked it down. Maybe a little too hard, he almost yelped at the suddenness, hips bucking up. You hummed and used one hand to keep his hips down, the other finally took a hold of him. You licked your hand to smoothen the slide and just playing around for a little, studying him. The way his throat arched for a moan at you dipped your finger into the slit. Or the sharp intake of breath when you rolled his balls between your fingers, slowly, deliberately squeezing a little. When you finally gave in and licked a long stripe up his length his mouth fell open and he sagged. Body going lax but core muscles tensing harshly. You traced a circle around his navel. “Relax. Trust in me.” You waited, breath fanning out over his head as his stomach fell beneath your touch. One hand braced on his side, the other holding him steady, and you prated your lips against his sensitive skin to take him inside. He moaned deeply and you felt it vibrate beneath your fingers and you moaned in return, and he loved it. You set up a rhythm for a little, shallow with soft sucks until he was a panting mess again. Then you stopped, string of saliva connecting you. By then there was sweat beading on his skin and you were more turned on than you thought you’d be. But the sounds he was making that you’d always loved when you tattoo’d him had come back to life to haunt you. You pressed a kiss against his thigh, humming into his skin. Then you sucked a mark on the inside, to which he protested but you couldn’t care. He more than loved it when you sank your teeth into the skin to add to the bruise though. He moaned your name, falling from his lips with unsteady breaths and grumbles that you couldn’t understand. When you sank down on him again his piercings were cold against your mouth and your own tapped against it. Lip rings sliding tightly over his skin. He relished in it seemingly. It didn’t take him long after that, you heard his moans dropping, and his breaths picking up. He struggled to keep his back flat and he twitched against your tongue. So you stopped again, sliding off with an obscene pop in the dimly lit room. He arched up in shock of it, but wasn’t prepared for what you did after that. You bent down, hand in a loose grip around him and roughly sucked on of his balls inside your mouth, pressing your piercing against a spot you’r found earlier. He came suddenly, letting out a hoarse almost scream and tensing and trembling all over. His body arched forward, his legs shaking, and you had to keep his hips down to not hurt you. You gradually came down to soft sucks until you let him go. He’d come over his own chest, eyes wide open now and staring at the ceiling. Now he was a hundred percent lax. There came no words and you chuckled, rubbing circles on his hips till his breathing evened out a little. “You good?” you asked. He leant up on his arms, looking at you still between his legs. “More than good.” With a smile, and kiss to his thigh you stood up to walk to the bathroom. Coming back with a damp washcloth to wipe away the cum off his chest. You’d washed your hands and massaged body cream into the thickening bite mark on his thigh and nipple. “Sorry for that.” You chuckled as he hissed. “Hmm, now I know what it feels like I guess. I’ve don’t that to you before.” He reached up to brush your hair out of your face with a dazed look in his eyes. “Yeah, accidentally, not intentionally.” “Do you want me to admit that it feels good.” “Oh no, you gave enough confirmation before.” You leant down and kissed him, standing up to strip of your clothes. When you were just down in your panties he sat up and pulled you into his lap again. He kissed you, slowly, languidly, tracing every corner of your mouth. You moaned softly, tangling your hands into his hair. His fingers dipped down the back of your underwear and you protested, pulling him away. “No.” You mumbled against his mouth. “Let me make you feel good too.” He said while mouthing at your jawline. “No, Kyungsoo. I did that for you, I don’t need anything in return. You need to rest. Make it up to me some other time okay?” you cupped his cheeks and pecked his full, soft lips. He pouted. “Not fair.” It made you laugh. “Don’t pretend you’re that excited about doing that. Really, I did that because I wanted to do that, solely for you because you needed something to calm down. It worked, and you had what was probably the best orgasm in your life. Take the freebie.” You winked. He snorted, grabbed you by the waist and unceremoniously threw you off his lap and on the bad. “Nobody likes an overconfident bed partner.” He shot at you with a smirk. You rolled away and searched the room for his discarded shirt on the floor, tugging it over your head and slipping under the covers. He was warm, but naked and you whined, pushing him away. “Kyungsoo put something on, we talked about this.” “I don’t understand your problem with me sleeping naked, especially after something like that.” He grumbled and stood up to find fresh boxers to put on in the dark. When he came back you deadpanned him. “I know you hate me doing this, but I’m going to do it.” “What?” “It’s a biologically healthy thing for men to get a hard on multiple times a night, especially during REM sleep. I’m a light sleeper and I don’t need to get woken up three times a night because your dick is nudging between my butt cheeks, hard. Thank you very much. I feel enough of it when you do wear underwear.” He cringed when you were halfway and it kind of made you laugh. Every time you gave him one of those stupid biological facts he’d hate it, but he’d learnt it was just something you did. His reaction was priceless, and this thing about sleeping him naked was just another tick. “You saying you don’t like that?” “When you’re awake, yes, when you’re asleep and I’m trying to sleep, no.” “I never knew you were a light sleeper.” You shrugged and laid down with your head on the pillow. “I wasn’t always, it’s something I’ve adopted over the years. I also get a lot of weird dreams and nightmares. I never sleep a full night through unless I’m really tired.” He cuddled up to you, pulling your head against his chest as per usual, stroking his fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry about the nightmares. You know you can wake me up right? I do when I get them.” “I don’t want to keep you up every night.” “Every night?” “Not ever night.” You changed. “But often, and I’m generally less scared when I wake up. It can be nothing really. You get them way less often than I do, and yours seem much worse.” There was something so tender about the way he pressed his nose into your hair and inhaled lightly. “If it’s enough to wake you up Ang, you can wake me up. I don’t mind.” “You’re a really silent sleeper otherwise, actually.” “You snore.” He chuckled. “I DO NOT!” you exclaimed loudly. “You kind of do, I mean not all the time, it’s like little snorts. It’s cute.” “I don’t know what’s worse. Sounding like a pig when I sleep, or snoring.” You grumbled, and pinched his sore nipple to make him yelp. He touched is defensively. “Ouch. That’s mean. I don’t mind really. I’m aware that Jongdae snores like a 300 pound boxer.” That had you laughing really loud. “He does, you can hear it from across the hall?” “I can, it’s really fucking annoying. How did you ever sleep next to that.” “To be honest?” you asked. “If you put him in a certain position he’ll stop. It’s worst when he’s on his stomach. His usual sleeping position.” Kyungsoo snickered. “Well, next time he keeps me up I’ll call you to put him in the right position then.” You paused a little and hesitated before you said what you said next. “Or you could just stay here.” He didn’t answer you, and there was a sudden air of tension. You wondered if you were too forward and too fast. “Permanently?” he asked. “Yeah, if you want to. I mean you’re here 4 to 5 nights a week. Why not. I miss your cooking when you’re not here. It’d also be easier doing groceries when I know you’re coming instead of you barging in randomly. I mean you don’t have to, if I’m being too forward you can decline.” He nuzzled your head again. “I don’t want to step on Xiumin’s toes to be honest. Otherwise I’d easily say yes.” “He has no pros or cons over you living at his place other then it not being mine. Don’t worry about that really. I’ll talk to him if I have to, have to talk to him about Jongin as well anyway. But he doesn’t control you really, it’s not like you’re some focal part at home like Chanyeol or Baek or Sehun is. You’re more on call, you can work on call from here. I have equipment.” You said, looking up at him, tracing patterns over his inked skin. His fingers were following a y now familiar path along your wing tattoo. Up and down the length of your arm, blindly by now. “How about you just assume I’m here every night, and if I’m not I’ll call. I’m going to have to go back there some times to discuss plans and work things out. Plus, Jongin would miss me.” “He would.” “Yeah, so we’ll figure it out. But really, it makes me happy that you asked me that. Thank God I only live 15 minutes away from here so I can come whenever I want.” He kissed your temple, yawning. “I’ll be nice to always have you to come home to.” It was close to an I love you, and you felt it, you didn’t need to hear it. You wondered what those words would do to you if he ever said them. If you ever had to say them, if you ever could again. But that wasn’t a worry for now, because you were both happy like this and I was amazing. A feeling of security and closeness that you’d not experienced before like this. So you relished in the feeling of his strong arms around you keeping you safe, and his breath over the top of your head. Your eyes fell closed a little, but not before you whispered; “I want you to come home to me as well.”

***

You woke up together, the sun shining through the blinds that neither of your closed. He stirred and you let out a soft little moan in the back of your throat, you wanted to stay in bed a little longer. Inside the warm cocoon of tangles limbs and soft strokes and unsaid promises. “Goodmorning.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Hey.” You croaked. “I’ll never get over your morning voice.” You silently reached behind you to grasp a pillow and slam it into his face. The breath was knocked out of him, and you scrambled of the bed as quickly as you could. The negative of being in his arms was that he already had a grasp on you and you didn’t get very far. He wrestled you down till you were underneath him and the hit you with the same pillow. Unfair fight you thought so you pinched the bruise on his inner thigh to which you had perfect access now. “Hey!” he yelped. With a push you threw him over and smacked him with the pillow again until he was laughing and you were too. Laughing too hard to continue. So he pulled you down and kissed you softly, hands roaming over your skin warmly and with a familiar feeling. His tongue pressing against yours, teeth sinking into your lip to give a little tug. “Let’s go get something to eat.” He whispered. “Hmm I’m so content though.” You said, laying flap on him by now. One of his hands resting on your bum, the other under your shirt. “We can come back after food? Or eat in here. But I’m hungry, sorry. Man’s got to eat.” You rolled out of the bed with a roll of your eyes. Going for leggings and a sweater. “Well if we eating together, and it’s out lazy day, then we’re eating good and going to the bakery.” “You want to stay in bed but also get out of the house.” He said, pulling a shirt over his head. “It’s a five minute walk, I’ll text him right now to have the things ready.” “You don’t even know what I like.” “Oh trust me boy I know what you like.” You slurred a little, and winked. He threw a sock at you, and you dodged it. “Fine you can come pick. Let’s roll.” You were both dressed and at the door when you phone rang. The caller ID wasn’t what you needed to see right now and you picked it up with a loud groan. “What is it Min?” “Is D.O. there?” “Does that matter?” you asked, frowning at the demanding tone in his voice. Kyungsoo looked at you with a sudden shock and staggered back, shaking his head. “He was on a job last night and he never reported back to me. I need to know why the cops are all over it for fucks sake. He’s there isn’t he. Don’t lie to me y/n!” he growled through the phone, agitated and loud. You didn’t answer him immediately, and instead looked at Kyungsoo for answers. He violently shook his head, a pleading for you to not do it. He was walking back with tears in his eyes until he hit the kitchen isle and stumbled to the floor. The helplessness in him made you angry beyond belief. “I have no idea what the fuck you set him out to do Minseok, but you better run if it’s something bad.” You snarled, venom lacing your voice. “If I find out you put him in some dangerous situation again, I swear this will end bad for you.” You hung up the phone after that, rushing to Kyungsoo’s side who had tears in his eyes and trembling fingers in his hair. You took one of his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers. “Kyungsoo, look at me.” With a soft touch you tipped up his chin. “Tell me what happened, so that I can help you.” He swallowed. “I had a job, this woman, I was supposed to kill her. Easy, she was a heroin addict so an overdose wouldn’t come surprised. All I had to do was inject her with the stuff.” “So what went wrong?” His breathing was quick and you drew little circles on his hand to calm him down. “I went to her apartment, shabby, up north. I entered, the door was unlocked. It wasn’t supposed to be a hard fight at all, there wasn’t supposed to be any fighting. But I entered and the first thing I saw was kids toys. Toys, everywhere around the main room. I didn’t see the kid, they were probably in another room. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill her even if she was an addict, she had a kid. I can’t orphan a kid Angel.” He whispered with a cracked voice as a tear rolled down his cheek. You caught it, wiping it away and just waiting for him to continue. “I was about to leave the room, when she came up behind me and smacked me with something. I think it was an umbrella. I wanted to run, but if I did she’d have seen me. I tried to play it off as if I was in the wrong apartment, but I wasn’t dressed for that. She wasn’t having it, she raced across the room, I watched her. She pulled out a gun from a drawer. Angel I had no choice. I didn’t want to do it.” He cried. With a hushed voice you told him it was alright and pulled him against you, his head to your chest. Long stroked up and down his back until his soft crying subsided. “Shh Kyungsoo. How bad was she?” “Huh?” “The addiction?” “She looked terrible, it took me no effort to reach her before she could fire and inject her. But I couldn’t take care of the body with a kid in the room.” You frowned. “What did you do?” “I locked the door to the bedroom where the kid probably was. And then I left the door to the apartment open.” He mumbled. “I was nobody would come and find her. The kid Angel, a little kid. They have no mom anymore now, and I have no idea if they had a dad. I orphaned a kid.” This was a weird situation. Minseok would normally never do this. Orphaning a kid would always bring unwanted conclusions and a more tight police investigation with it. He said he should’ve taken care of the body. It meant that Minseok either didn’t know she had a kid, or he was slipping onto the wrong path. “Listen to me Kyungsoo, I’m going to fix this. But you should know, I know someone who’s father is a heroin addict, or well, was. It’s not good for the kid either, if they’re young it might be better for them to go to a foster home. Or to be adopted to another family. I have friends at child services from a few years back, I’ll talk to some people and make sure they get the best home. Okay? You orphaned a kid, from a mother who couldn’t possibly be a mother. I know it’s wrong, it feels wrong, but I’ll take care of it okay. I’ll make sure they’re okay.” He looked up at you with watery eyes. “Thank you Angel.” You kissed the top of his head. “It’s okay, I’m glad you told me.”

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Mend.Sew.Shred Interview with @Tikedi

Hey, I am Ti,  a twenty eight years old city girl living in the country. Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York but currently live in Atlanta, Georgia, most people know me as ‘twin’..lol. TiKeDi is my baby brand that I started while in school. If you mispronounce it I wont correct you, but it’s just like saying my initials TKD, just really fast. I am a design fiend, and I am grateful and blessed that I am able to do what I love for a living. I really appreciate  things that are aesthetically pleasing and I do pay more for cute packaging. My mom thinks that  I am too liberal…and my answer to any question will always be ‘But did you vote?’ 

 Was designing your dream job? 

No, designing was not my dream job. Although I have always been creative and my mom always allowed me to explore my creativity and options in life, I come from a family that believes in traditional careers. Having Jamaican parents and family roots, I grew up with people that were very opinionated, I had a vision of what my life was going to and should of been in my head. When I started college at seventeen  I did not know what I wanted to do, however because almost every member in my family is a nurse, the most natural decision for me at the time was to pursue a degree in nursing. I started the pre nursing track upon my entrance of college but my heart was never in it. After my freshman year, I spent about a year and half trying to find my niche. Legit, I went through four or five majors during the course of three semesters. Designing itself, was a mistake, long story short… I was laid off and needed an income.

 You have a unique process when creating your pieces,? What sets your style apart from others

What makes my process unique is that I believe in imperfect perfection. Truthfully, although I started my brand out of a need, it became bigger than me and my bills that needed to be paid. I genuinely love what I do and I believe that it shows in my work. One of the hardest things for me is seeing people take my pictures and styles, and passing it off as their own. I used to get so upset when it would happen, but I’ve learned not to give those people and it any of my energy. I realized that feeding my energy into dishonest people and situations were and will always be a hindrance to me, not them. That is valuable energy that could be used to fuel my creative process, plus people always tend to want the original. Yes! TiKeDi is largely based around distressed and shredding but when you look at the details and see a TiKeDi piece, you know it’s a TiKeDi piece. I myself, am a plus size woman so I design for every woman, regardless of size. I am not going to make a line that strictly caters to plus size woman or create something that can only fit individuals that are a size 0-10.

Talk about some places and some people we may have seen your designs on? 

Man, TiKeDi has been blessed. Like any life process we go through our highs and lows, however, we have touched a lot of people. A few years ago we would have never thought we would be associated with or having pieces requested and worn by half of our clientele, all of which is due to my sister who has a pulse on who what and where.TiKeDi is in boutiques in both New York and Atlanta. On top of boutique placement our pieces have been used at shows during NYFW in 2014, TBoz on her TLC reality show in 2013, VH1 Love and Hip Hop 2015, Young Thug BET Awards 2015, Young Thug Danny Glover Video, Kendrick Lamar Street Dreaming Video, India Arie music video. Outside of television our pieces have been worn by Teyana Taylor, Brittany Hall, Ashunta Sherriff, Tionna Smalls, Makeup Shayla, Hrush, Alexis Branch, Dondria and countless bloggers, just to name a few. 

One of your garments was recently seen in Harper's Bazar speak a little bit about that ? 

Yes, that was an amazing feeling because it was unexpected. But Hrush, the Kardashians makeup artist wore a couple of our pieces during her time at NYFW so when she featured an article on Harper’s Bazaar website talking about her time at NYFW and the details of her looks, TiKeDi was featured in it as well. Literally 8 slides of TiKeDi on freaking Harpers Bazaar.

What is your personal style like ? 

My style is constantly evolving but a few things that stay consistent is black and comfort. Right now I am in a phase where less is more. I live for a good oversized tee, or v neck, and the perfect skinnies. Oh yeah, the higher and thicker the platform, the better. Recently it has come to my attention that I am ‘goth’ but that is not how I identify, I like to think of myself as an NYC downtown girl.

If you were a lipstick what color would you be and why ? 

If I were a lipstick I would be a chocolately nude, I am so into nudes right now when it comes to makeup and I think it is  because it matches my personality the most. It seems so cool and calm, yet makes a statement at the same time. It is a little bold without being loud. Some may think its boring and others love it. Yup, chocolately nude I would be.

 5 things you cant travel without ? 

Five things I cannot travel without are my computer, phone, Instax camera, headphones, and a cute bag. 

 What's the last album you listened to in its entirety ? 

 I have ran Emile Sande Long Live the Angels down, but the last album that I listened to, which was today is John Legends Darkness and Light

Who is your muse ? 

My sister Asia is my muse. It is crazy because we are complete opposites in every way but whenever I am designing or thinking of a new style she is the first person I think of. She is the prototype because sometimes she throw shit together and on someone else it would look like shit, but because of her personality for her it works. And then there’s other times where she is completely downtown edgy and I just love it, she’s a chameleon. 

Favorite place to find hidden gems when shopping ? 

My all time favorite place to find hidden gems is in….(dun dun) WALMART. I freaking love Walmart! They are so underrated but for me it is a gold mine, especially the men section. I will  go in there for cheese and I end up walking out with bags of shit.

What is hardest part about running your own shop? 

The hardest part about running my shop, is stopping. There’s 24 hours in the day and I feel like I work 22. Hell truthfully I think I work 21 hours everyday though. You know your business is your baby, and I think that is truer now with us millenials. We’re holding off having actual babies because we’re out her fostering and growing something of our own, putting our own stamp on things. Doing this causes me to be so hard and judgemental on myself, as well as sacrificing a social life and love life for my work life. Seriously, I’ve been finding myself on dates thinking, urggghhh this is a waste of time I could be home working on such and such.

  What is the most fulfilling thing about running your own shop ? 

The most fulfilling thing about running my own shop is seeing what I’ve done out in the physical world. It’s one thing when it’s in your head, and then when you create it you’re like ‘ok, ok’ but when you put it out and offer it up to others and they fuck with it as much as you do….that feeling is everything. Like I said, your business is your baby, no one ever wants their baby to be rejected or criticized by others.

 Something you are looking forward to accomplishing this year 2017? 

 I am looking forward to releasing a cut and sew collection for TiKeDi, I am currently developing VIII XXIX by TiKeDi which is basically the infusion line to what we already have. I have so many ideas that I just need to get out so I cannot wait to get it solified.

 Being a business owner often requires you to be a jack of all trades what are something hidden talents you have ? 

This is an understatement of all times, I have to wear so many hats running my own business that sometimes I question myself. But something that I am really really good at is making things really pretty. So when I am not designing for TiKeDi, I am desigining under TKD Designs….yes I am a web and graphic designer beasting both the back end and front end of people websites. I always joke that I wish I knew how to hardcore hack because ultimately that’s what I want to do, hack the hell out of someones computer, phone, or bank account, just because I can. 

 Favorite childhood hobby ?

My favorite childhood hobby was drawing. I remember growing up I used to draw all the time (which is weird because I don’t know how to draw now). But when I was younger my mom would always find an art class for me and a writing class for my sister. When she was going to college, she enrolled us in classes as well. One of my favorite things that we used to do, was every Saturday my mom, sister, and I would spend the day creating and doing arts and crafts at the dining room table in our apartment. Then we would head to Downtown Brooklyn, shop a little and eat fish and chips.

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