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punkscowardschampions · 2 years ago

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Rio & Buster Pt.1

Rio: Is anyone awake/alive in your room and do they want a coffee

Buster: I am, though I was considering going out for coffee before anybody else is awake/alive

Rio: I don’t think anyone else from last night is going to be up to facing town today

Rio: so I see the appeal

Buster: So come on, get ready to go with me

Rio: You don’t have to ask me and ruin your peace

Rio: barely out of your birthday, you have time to be spoilt yet, I won’t tell

Buster: It was more of a command, and since, as you just pointed out, it’s basically still my birthday, you aren’t entitled to refuse

Rio: Alright 😏 as I did entirely walk into that one

Rio: I’ll go try to find my things and hope they aren’t stuck under some dead/asleep girl

Buster: I could walk back into my costume if you require any more convincing than that, there isn’t exactly much to it, I’d beat you in the race for first even with the head start I’ve given

Buster: Finders keepers, it means you may well luck out on your own shit but Nancy’s remains up for grabs

Rio: You certainly could but I don’t think you could then walk out of the front door, not in the daylight

Rio: Good thing I already lost the wig, a few designer items is one thing, can’t have her thinking I want to take her life

Buster: A dare if I’ve ever heard one

Buster: I’m relieved, yeah, not the plus one I invited

Rio: Obviously, though it’d be as much of one to be seen out with you so can’t say I’m not playing fair

Rio: Yeah, she mentioned you weren’t friends right now, repeatedly

Buster: I can say it’d be an honour and a privilege for you to be seen out with me in any state of dress or undress, with a straight face and everything

Buster: and that of course we aren’t friends, we never have been, she’s my sister, it’s a different category entirely

Rio: It isn’t your straight face anyone would be thinking about

Rio: That we can agree on though, entirely different and much more complicated

Buster: Or looking at, I know

Buster: Last night she made things very uncomplicated, simple, in fact

Rio: Sheer dumb luck

Rio: I can be glad for you, whilst I work up to faking I am for her

Buster: Hard work combined with a genetic lottery

Buster: Are you sure? You weren’t up to your usual standard of deception when I last saw you

Rio: Deception makes it sound sordid

Rio: Turning up to a party to be a bitch to the hostess might be standard here but it’s not really my style

Buster: Obviously, I chose it to make everything sound less boring than it was at the time and yet again is as we relive it in your previously mentioned daylight

Rio: Well, it could’ve just been your bodypaint reflecting off the lights

Rio: but now you’ve confirmed otherwise, you didn’t exactly look thrilled yourself, when I last saw you

Buster: Because I wasn’t, babe, and what do I have to gain by keeping that a secret from you, then or now

Rio: Nothing, of course

Rio: you were the birthday boy, you understand my surprise at the state of affairs

Buster: Not really, given that the state of affairs were a joint party with my twin who couldn’t have been more thrilled by said event and a problem which isn’t shared can’t be halved, so unfortunately it was only the limelight that was

Rio: She’s always been more easily pleased

Rio: Sorry your birthday was shit, though

Buster: She isn’t playing with a full deck, intellectually, it stands to reason

Buster: whereas I am, and as a result, I’ll have many more birthdays she isn’t going to be capable of ruining

Rio: I can toast to that, with a coffee, the bottle that your sister is cradling doesn’t look appealing

Buster: Water or an empty glass is bad luck, coffee shouldn’t make things any worse than they already are, I don’t think

Rio: It’d be fucked up if I accidentally cursed you

Rio: will have to double check, not fancying risking it myself

Buster: Get in touch with grandad, it’s his job to be an expert

Rio: I know he would’ve called you yesterday, the hangover today is practically compulsory and you’d be in no fit state to chat shit with then

Buster: Arguably, I’d be in a better state for it, but I don’t have a hangover because it wasn’t my 30th

Rio: If he wanted a properly captive audience, perhaps

Rio: You know what I mean, you aren’t as rough as you should be

Buster: Neither are you, especially after being forced to act as Nancy’s captive audience, oblivion was deserved and owed to you

Rio: I must’ve been in the bathroom when it was handed out, I don’t know

Buster: You know, but don’t worry, I won’t in turn force you to tell me

Rio: If it was the usual sob story, I would, you could delight in my tragic love life

Buster: Wrong twin, I’d take no delight in hearing about your boyfriends, ex or otherwise

Rio: Delight, torture, it’s a fine line

Rio: but there’s nothing to report

Buster: Report how much longer you’re going to keep me waiting instead, there’s an equally fine line for anticipation

Rio: You’re impatient, therefore blatantly single

Buster: I’m always single

Rio: I know but it’d be presumptuous to not indulge in the catching-up chitchat we didn’t have time for last night

Buster: Small talk is just that, it limits

Rio: So be generous and give me 10 more minutes and we can talk big

Buster: 5 minutes

Rio: Suit yourself, it’s your honour on the line when you have to be seen with me

Buster: Suit yourself if you aren’t going to even try with a counter offer of 7

Rio: 7 ½ is what I’d ask for

Buster: So ask

Rio: Or I just take 7 ½ minutes, and you can’t even be mad because you were expecting me to take 10

Buster: I wouldn’t be mad, I’d be proactive and come find you

Rio: See, now I know any threat to leave without me is empty, could take 15

Buster: The threat, were I to make one, would be that I’d carry you downstairs, ready or not

Rio: That does sound awful

Buster: Don’t take 15 and you won’t need to find out

Rio: Noted

Buster: [A location he wants to take her to for this date] stops serving breakfast at [a time like midday which it is nowhere near rn we’re just saying it to be sassy]

Rio: Omg, hi grandad! 😘

Buster: I’d happily go with him if he was around, as it stands, you’ll have to do

Rio: [come downstairs, so you’re not taking 15 minutes here]

Buster: [taking her wrist when she’s on the last step as if he has to literally drag her out of this house because she’s so reluctant and has been taking a thousand years but we know why really]

Rio: [dramatically gasp like you are about to fall down this last step and he’s gonna let you hit the deck because likewise]

Buster: [obvs steadying her as dramatically like she is falling/gonna without his help because simply must]

Rio: [shaking our head so we don’t just LOOK at you without saying or doing anything here]

Buster: [not at all basically pushing her up against the front door because it’s saucy af, ONLY because y’all gotta go rn immediately of course]

Rio: [making excuse me kind of noises and whipping around to face him so your back is against said front door, brushing some bodypaint remnant off his neck, rubbing it between your fingers and tutting like see ‘impatient’]

Buster: [you have no reason to be touching her back, sir, but we all know damn well he’s touching her hair like so so glad this wig hasn’t made a reappearance, despite the fact you’ve already said as much and she’s already said it’s lost + a look like you too because she didn’t leave it the 15 mins so clearly wants to go too]

Rio: [rolling your eyes in amusement, as if we’re not also bright red, knowing he’s thinking about said wig ‘I was not dyeing my hair, not even for your 18ths’ pluralizing as if we remotely would for Nancy ever, reach back and open this door, clearly have to prove you can maintain eye contact nbd]

Buster: [‘Save it for my 21st’ with the same amused vibe about her pulling a retro Rihanna as we can’t dwell on how hot or not that would be as a move rn, deliberately not including Nancy’s bday in this because he’s too done to share another birthday party with her but more importantly because we all know you weren’t making costume effort for her, it goes without saying that he’s also maintaining said eye contact while he’s using his body weight and their ridiculous proximity to push her through the then open door]

Rio: [‘I’ll try to remember, if it’s a birthday command’ like oh okay birthday boy ‘if I’m not [wherever Nancy has already said she wants to go for her 21st, probably skiing or some posh nonsense]’ a look like God help me, nudging him back as he’s pushing you through the door, not hard enough to stop him but just because]

Buster: [‘I’ll let her be the one to waste her birthday privileges’ because what a flop move Nancy as per, he isn’t gonna ask this gal to book into a hair salon of all the things he could demand lol, giving her his own look that’s v unimpressed + reinforces could never be me, with a shrug that we’re also using to push her back a little bit]

Rio: [a noise like yeah, that sounds like her ‘more concerned about mine now’ like excuse me, my own 18th to care about first, walking forward so you stop touching each other for no reason]

Buster: [‘What are you doing, if you’re not [stealing Nancy’s 21st idea to piss her off but doing it less basic because you’re not a flop, gal]’ gotta act like we’re only asking the question to shade Nancy/encourage you to steal her thunder and not because we’re interested/want an invite]

Rio: [looking at him like because that’s feasible ‘my friends aren’t paying to get pissed up a mountain’ not giving you a response ‘cos we’d still be with the boyfriend who dumps us for OFs in a while, so clearly doing something with him]

Buster: [‘their loss’ but sarcastically because obvs we don’t think it’s a peak fun time either, he’s a sporty boy if he was there he’d ski, sis]

Rio: [‘tell me about it’ like we’re devastated too and couldn’t think of a million better things to do ‘cold enough at home by my birthday’]

Buster: [telling her about when you have been skiing because of course you have as if she’s really asking ‘Don’t pick a party theme involving costumes and you’ll be fine’ dangerous to remember what you were both wearing last night but he shamelessly is thinking about that mermaid fit, how could he not be]

Rio: [‘it’s like being chatted up last night all over again’ ‘cos I dread to think the quality of that chat lol; likewise now thinking about that don’t mind us]

Buster: [gotta lol at what she said though so it’s not blatant he’s fuming about her being chatted up by all those flops, don’t wanna think about that, thank you]

Rio: [‘why’d you fall out then?’ getting back in step with him, gesturing like beside the obvious because we all know what she’s like]

Buster: [‘Didn’t she tell you?’ with a tone that makes it clear we find it impossible to believe she wouldn’t have because she’s that bitch who loves to both overshare and complain/play the victim and feel well hard done by even though she’s actually in the wrong]

Rio: [‘it weren’t exactly… transparent’ because god knows what she said, if it was true, if it made any sense, we’re not going by that, an eyebrow raise to convey this]

Buster: [‘It never is’ because if she’s not a drunken mess she’s a dyslexic one and it isn’t that she’s trying to be a Taylor style mastermind, or it’s all of those]

Rio: [a noise like yeah, fairplay ‘don’t usually bother you though’ looking up at him]

Buster: [‘doesn’t it?’ looking at her like are you sure about that, because it definitely does and has always wound him up lol]

Rio: [doing the ehh hand wave thing ‘alright, you wouldn’t let it ruin your good time then’]

Buster: [‘Well, last night she went too far’ because you did hun]

Rio: [just looking at him, concerned because genuinely]

Buster: [giving her a look back to get across that we don’t wanna talk about the James of it all because the Chlo of it all is also linked to that and he wants to go there even less]

Rio: [obviously not pushing it because not the move, shrugging it off like okay, I understand]

Buster: [‘Do you want to talk about what ruined yours?’ because she wasn’t having a good time either, we know]

Rio: [‘it weren’t your mates or choice of soundtrack’ like I was in a shit mood before I arrived, don’t worry]

Buster: [‘I know’ cos you can’t tell me he didn’t notice her arrive and that she was already not in the mood]

Rio: [not being so buzzing on the low he noticed you and you can’t help but smile a little]

Buster: [Do some walking hun before this turns into any more of a moment because he’s likewise not gonna force her into having a heart to heart rn]

Rio: [you don’t need to do all that now, you can get to wherever you’re going ‘we’re not doing takeout, are we?’ because 1. We don’t want to 2. Imagine trying to guess every straggler's coffee order, no tah]

Buster: [‘No’ with an almost hilarious amount of feeling there because he doesn’t want to either, the whole point was getting out of the house and leaving those flops behind]

Rio: [the noise equivalent of ‘good’ without actually saying the word, just perusing the baked goods casually]

Buster: [he is 1000% the sort of bitch to order for himself and her without consulting her about it, soz gal, thank god you aren’t the total strangers you pretend to be and he does know enough about you that you won’t totally hate his pick]

Rio: [it’s the sort of thing we’re SO into, even if we have to protest otherwise in amusement for the look of the thing ‘are you always like this?’ 😏 as we’re finding the best spot in this cafe for some privacy and cosy vibes, definitely claiming the armchairs/sofa moment with the coffee table instead of a table, tucking our feet up beneath us]

Buster: [‘Like what exactly?’ as you don’t know full well, sir, was gonna sit him opposite her for the eye contact opportunities but we always do that and if anyone would sit unnecessarily close to her for no reason, he would, so be next to her on this sofa]

Rio: [just looking down at the lack of space between y’all now like yeah, you know what boy ‘an observation, not an insult’]

Buster: [‘Then yeah, I am’ because even though the answer is closer to a no in terms of y’all’s vibe we’re projecting that this is who we always are, of course, besides he is always the arrogant bitch who thinks he knows best hence ordering for you whether you like it or not lol]

Rio: [‘take what you can get, huh’ like very the family motto of you, I see ‘you want me to distract you from your problems with mine then?’ with a OTT sigh like let’s do this]

Buster: [‘No, but I thought you might want to take what you can, like I said earlier, a problem shared is a problem halved, allegedly’ as if you’re the last person on earth she’d want to talk to about anything but y’all have to make do]

Rio: [‘as we’re both here’ with a ‘what else would we possibly do?’ tone ‘it’s a long story though’ pushing his drink towards him as it’s laid on the table by the barista, like you’ll need this, casually brushing your fingers against his before moving your hand away to take your own drink]

Buster: [nod as he takes it because you don’t have anywhere else to be and rushing back home is the last thing either of you feel like doing, cheersing with your drink and hers and taking a drink of whatever espresso based concoction I’m sure he chose]

Rio: [likewise drink some of your own drink before getting into this because not going to kick up a fuss and we obviously like whatever you picked anyway ‘it’s not like you should need three guesses, even now’ like it’s obviously a family thing, you know that much about me]

Buster: [‘I didn’t realise you were waiting for me to guess’ because he’s also that bitch who’d think he could get guess right on the first try, even though in this instance you definitely could not, boy]

Rio: [tut like no, give me a minute, sir ‘if you found out something that could really screw over-’ stopping because Nancy is not going to work for this analogy right now ‘-Ava, or your mum, would you tell them, when if they didn’t find out, they’d carry on being okay?’]

Buster: [‘How okay can they be if they’re being kept out of the loop on something that could screw them over? Something like that, they deserve to know. Not to mention, if I found out about it there’s a chance somebody else could, it would always be better coming from me’]

Rio: [shake your head ‘no one else is going to find out, not in this case’]

Buster: [‘If you can seriously guarantee that, and it’d do more harm telling them, maybe don’t’]

Rio: [nod like yeah ‘that’s the conclusion I reached too, it didn’t make my mood any better, though’]

Buster: [‘It won’t, it’ll eat you up inside, knowing they do still deserve to know�� very comforting boy, thanks so much]

Rio: [a look like oh, great ‘well, that’s brilliant, Buster’]

Buster: [‘I’m not going to lie to you, who does that help?’]

Rio: [do a little lol like ‘me, maybe, boy’]

Buster: [‘If you already can’t handle this you’ll crack and tell them, maybe at the worst possible time, so you’d both be better off telling them while you’re still relatively sane’ again, very nice of you]

Rio: [giving him a nudge like oi ‘I haven’t lost it yet, I’m not going to, thanks very much’ thinking about how long you were stalked and kept that to yourself]

Buster: [‘Good, don’t’ because that’d be BAD and nobody wants it to be a thing, not even this boy who pretends he cares not for most of this fam rn]

Rio: [‘is that the extent of the pep talk?’ like was expecting a bit more from you, bants]

Buster: [‘you just told me you don’t need one’]

Rio: [‘you can redeem yourself’ gesturing like off you go lol]

Buster: [‘wrong twin’ like excuse you I’m not the evil one]

Rio: [‘I had noticed’ like you’re not as bad company, nudging you in a nicer way this time]

Buster: [share something you’re breakfasting on here to prove how nice you are, boy]

Rio: [no need to make eye contact as you eat this food and yet here we are]

Buster: [you definitely don’t need to but here he also is, hence a beat before he speaks and says ‘I have loads of actually insane girls in my messages, if you ever need somewhere to vent, I probably won’t even see it’ because he can’t just be like you can talk to me if you need to xx ILY so there’s that]

Rio: [‘oh tah, I’ll take a look’ putting your hand out for his phone like let’s go but then carry on breakfasting]

Buster: [‘It wouldn’t make you feel any better’ because true, these girls are grim and not what he meant so not gonna hand his phone over ever lol]

Rio: [‘I’ve seen worse’ like your texts and DMs will be no worse than mine boy, but obviously not expecting you to actually show us]

Buster: [‘of course you have’ because she’s a hot girl so blatantly, but with the tone of that’s not the point]

Rio: [looking at him like ? because we missed the point tbh]

Buster: [a lil headshake because like he said this isn’t gonna cheer either of y’all when you can pretend that you’re both not v attractive instead]

Rio: [raising a brow ‘cos we don’t get it but okay, not something we need to push ‘can’t all be bad’ lowkey implying you saw him talking to some girls last night]

Buster: [a look like if you say so because can neither confirm or deny they all suck]

Rio: [‘charmer’ 😏 because we know they’re all flops, we’ve got eyes and ears]

Buster: [‘you’ve met worse’ because we know your boyfriend/past boyfriends you’ve had is a/are flops I’m sure]

Rio: [‘understatement’ because not about to deny that]

Buster: [absolutely have to order something else she gets no say in to really make that point her exes/current bf aren’t it, excuse us]

Rio: [‘you aren’t going to let me get anything in, are you?’]

Buster: [‘You shouldn’t need 3 guesses’ because no he isn’t lol]

Rio: [smile so big shamelessly ‘cos you don’t know what else to do or say]

Buster: [do your own smile back because that shit is infectious and you’re not a psychopath but not as big]

Rio: [‘It’s Liam and Edie’ blurt that out so you don’t something else]

Buster: [obviously he wasn’t expecting to be told that and he was expecting it to be about them even less because they are such a happy couple rn and lowkey always, but he can keep the !! off his face because he’s that bitch, blatantly trying to work out what’s occurring because she said nobody is gonna find out so it can’t be a cheating scandal or something like that]

Rio: [‘Liam, actually’ attempting to make that make more sense when you see his face, however briefly the confusion is there, ‘cos you know that was out of nowhere ‘it was years ago’ sounds like you slept with him now]

Buster: [having a drink/food pause while he tries to work out what the hell she means there because doesn’t believe Rio would’ve slept with Liam, she’s not that bitch ‘But you found out recently’ because clearly so not a ?]

Rio: [nodding, spinning her mug on the table ‘it took a while to work everything out, be sure, not that I am, it’s still so…’ trailing off ‘cos what even]

Buster: [the way he reaches out when she’s spinning that mug and just puts his hand on her wrist because of course he does, it’s obvious she’s upset before she’s even said anything, and then doing like a reassuring thumb sweep when she says what she does]

Rio: [doing the thing where you wipe your eyes like I’m fine, I’m fine, even though you’re not actually crying or anything that dramatic right now ‘I used to get these weird messages, started the summer before we turned 13, lasted about 2 years’ doing a deep breath ‘cos it is a long story and you’ve never had to tell it before ‘knowing where I was, what I was doing, that sort of thing’]

Buster: [‘Until they got together’ because it doesn’t take a genius to work out with her literally telling him the timeline]

Rio: [‘in hindsight, it’s all obvious, that’s the point’ because exactly]

Buster: [‘obvious isn’t the word’ because nobody would see this coming]

Rio: [‘yeah, it started and ended on his birthday, worked it out’ shrugging like it’s not a big deal]

Buster: [‘his birthday?’ because that’s a weird detail, soz Liam]

Rio: [‘I kept the messages’ because yeah, we don’t know why either but that’s when we got this surprise message, which we’re finding to show him now ‘there’s not been any since’]

Buster: [Reading all these messages, simply must ‘What the fuck’ basically under his breath while he is because how wild and not at all where he thought this convo would go]

Rio: [‘I know’ because we’re still processing this ‘his sister died’ because doesn’t take a genius to work out the why, even though we don’t know why us]

Buster: [likewise trying to process this ‘We don’t know if he’s better now’ because that was mentally ill behaviour Liam, we can’t pretend otherwise, soz hun, and only Edie is gonna be the one in the know with the true tea if he’s well or NOT WELL these days]

Rio: [‘it’d been years, I’d forgotten’ we definitely hadn’t forgotten but we weren’t actively thinking about it, is what we really mean ‘I mean, he never did anything really weird’ by which we mean something sexual ‘cos what we assume and what the vibe is with random internet weirdos]

Buster: [‘this is weird, babe’ gesturing at her phone because it is]

Rio: [‘yeah but-’ and just looking at him because don’t want to admit the fact Edie wouldn’t side with us, if we brought it up, but you know, we all know that much]

Buster: [looking back at her because it goes without saying he understands all of that which she was communicating with her look, nevertheless, gotta say ‘But there’s no time limit on grief, his sister’s still dead and he’s with yours’ because it’s a valid point, y’all don’t know if he’s doing different weird shit now to cope, we know he isn’t but]

Rio: [shaking your head so hard like no no ‘she’d not put up with that’ because now we’re clearly thinking the worst, however sure we’re trying to sound]

Buster: [‘With what though? We have no idea where her line is or how close he is to crossing it with whatever he could be using as a new coping mechanism since he stopped doing all this’ because you don’t or what’s going on behind closed doors either, obvs]

Rio: [‘don’t make me change my mind when I’ve just made it up’ like oh my God, because we’re back into the rock and a hard place we were before we’d made up our mind last night and were then in a sad af mood]

Buster: [‘They’ve got a kid together’ because as close as he’ll ever get to outright being like maybe I was wrong to say you shouldn’t tell her, it’s okay, sir you didn’t have all the info then, you’re allowed to change your decision]

Rio: [‘exactly’ because that works both ways]

Buster: [look at her because yeah okay also valid]

Rio: [resting your head on his shoulder like ffs because literally]

Buster: [‘we’ll figure it out’ idk how you will, boy, but it’s your vibe to say that and mean it]

Rio: [‘yeah?’ quietly, still on your shoulder]

Buster: [‘yeah’ with all the conviction ever because he’s a child of baze so of course, proactive forever and always]

Rio: [eventually,lift your head up and smooth your clothes and hair down ‘sorry’ patting his shoulder where your head just was for the unspoken thank you too]

Buster: [‘Don’t be’ again really sincerely because she’s got nothing to apologise for remotely, she doesn’t need the help fixing her hair or clothes but he is for that excuse to touch her, we all know it]

Rio: [‘so I look shit’ but the way we’re saying it and giving you !! eye contact about it changes the vibe entirely]

Buster: [shaking his head without breaking that eye contact for a single second]

Rio: [‘one thing out of this weekend’ not really specifying what you mean there but could be as innocent as at least I’m still slaying]

Buster: [order her another coffee like that’ll also make things better but we all know the reality is you wanna stay here longer and it’s probably the sort of place that they’d chuck you out if you’re loitering]

Rio: [‘gonna be buzzing again’ because I’m sure you both got some level of high last night, even though neither of you were smashed, coke isn’t like that]

Buster: [‘you’re welcome’ because you’ll need it to deal with Nancy’s bs because you can’t just leave without being like hi and bye babes]

Rio: [‘I owe you, more like’ because I’m sure you didn’t get him a present ‘cos you’re not meant to have a clue what he might want and Ali as their auntie would’ve got something from y’all, obviously]

Buster: [‘course you don’t’ shout out to whatever present you got Alison, love you]

Rio: [nod like yes I do ‘not got to return the favour’]

Buster: [‘you can owe me for the new skis when you unwrap them on your birthday and return them the day after’ because bants bants]

Rio: [loling ‘better fucking not’ like there’d go my excuse for not going]

Buster: [‘What do you want? I know it’s not only [whatever baze are sending, realistically either money or gift cards cos they are rich and busy]’ when you know she’s a sentimental bitch who likes feelsy gifts not just a materialistic one]

Rio: [‘I could send you my list’ for the bants but we’re also not going to ask for anything seriously because we’d feel bad about not getting you anything now ‘Had to get Nance [some perfume or something]’ because she invited you]

Buster: [‘Or you could just think of something right now’ not at all subtle move to get you to think about something else that isn’t the Liam of it all]

Rio: [‘Don’t you like surprises?’]

Buster: [‘Oh okay, you’d rather I surprise you’ as if she’s doing her own not at all subtle hint there lol]

Rio: [an expression like not going to say no, even though we’re sure you won’t really ‘obviously’]

Buster: [‘noted’ because I’m definitely gonna have to get him to send you a bday present whatever you’re doing to celebrate, he’s that bitch]

Rio: [‘come on’ pulling on his hand but not actually getting up, like I need to take you shopping immediately now]

Buster: [amused, acting as if he’s gonna arrange for that 2nd coffee he ordered them to be a take out one like okay then]

Rio: [‘it’s barely belated if we hurry’ because we have been briefly distracted here so well done]

Buster: [when you’re for real tempted to actually go because she’s so cute about this]

Rio: [‘you didn’t get nothing what you wanted last night’]

Buster: [‘you don’t have to take it upon yourself to redeem my shit 18th’]

Rio: [shrug ‘I could’ like don’t get it twisted honey]

Buster: [😏 because the ego has amused him but also there’s no lie detected, she easily could]

Rio: [folding her arms like believe me boy, faux grumpy]

Buster: [putting some food into her mouth like a heathen but gotta as if she needs cheering up that badly]

Rio: [👁👄👁 for real because any response would be INAPPROPRIATE]

Buster: [literally gonna have to say they bring that 2nd coffee to y’all’s table rn because I don’t trust this boy]

Rio: [distraction o’clock thank you kindly barista, swallow that food and move yourself away slightly]

Buster: [at least you can thank said barista for bringing that because your drink would be too hot to take a sip of and I do need you to hush atm sir]

Rio: [me like remember you’re meant to be sad miss ma’am ‘so-’ clearing your throat ‘I should tell her?’]

Buster: [think about this logically please and don’t just answer rashly ‘Wouldn’t you want to know?’]

Rio: [trying to imagine but you don’t have a child with anyone and haven’t had a relationship that serious ‘only if he was doing anything to me’]

Buster: [‘She won’t tell you if he is until you talk about what he did to you’ because true Edie’s not just gonna be like guess what everyone Liam’s a right weirdo because x y z out of nowhere]

Rio: [bite your lip, nod because yes, that is true]

Buster: [‘But I understand the urge to believe his fucked up behaviour towards you is the beginning and end of it’ because it’s not like he wants Edie to be in peril here either]

Rio: [‘there’s no signs’ just thinking out loud because obviously we have never considered this until this bombshell ‘could be overreacting’]

Buster: [‘It spanned years though’ like are we overreacting because that is not at all casual and in fact a lot Liam]

Rio: [‘he was a kid’ not really enough of an excuse but ‘maybe I upset him’]

Buster: [‘so were you, what could you have possibly done to warrant any of it?’]

Rio: [‘maybe I overstepped, was too much?’ re. being nice to his sister and then his grief after]

Buster: [‘No, Rio’ using her name for the first time because it’s important she listens since she’s not that OTT bitch and we all know it]

Rio: [a yeah well sort of noise but we’re not going to insist ‘cos not dying for that to be true]

Buster: [‘it wasn’t your fault’ pulling her gently by both wrists as he turns his body so y’all are facing each other and close af again, in the same manner of listen to me this is important ‘However he reacted to you sending your condolences, that’s all you were doing, you didn’t do anything wrong, you did a kind thing’]

Rio: [properly look at him and take this in, whether or not you fully agree with what he’s saying doesn’t matter, you’re still hearing it and taking it in ‘I don’t understand it if he’s doing it again now though’ because what if he did fully start again, thankfully not]

Buster: [‘I don’t understand why he did it in the first place, our parents have a dead sister and they didn’t immediately start stalking anyone’ True but all the mcvickers kids are ridiculously codependent af and weird as we know and probably shouldn’t be used as a good example lol]

Rio: [shrug ‘Grief isn’t always rational, is it’ because Joe is also there as an example of losing it, at least from everyone else’s POV]

Buster: [his own shrug because you do have a point there, you can’t apply rational thought to this, lads and if we are being evil giving baze another baby after the twins and before Ava who died, I’m sure they haven’t always behaved rationally about it, the point being regardless that y’all have already seen different examples of it and know it’s different for everybody ‘I said as much myself before, but that doesn’t give him a free pass to treat you like that and then start a new life with Edie as if he didn’t do any of it’]

Rio: [‘I’m just going to have to get over it though’ because yeah, what can you do but at this point, push your drink away like this is a meeting and it’s over]

Buster: [‘Bullshit, however happy they are, or aren’t, now, he used you and your sister to get there, you have to tell her that’ because he’s not having that]

Rio: [‘Isn’t that what everyone does?’ sans the stalking element being conveyed with a ‘you know what I’m saying’ wave of the hand]

Buster: [‘No’ because he can’t just casually put aside the stalking element here when he thinks it’s not at all at coincidence that Edam is together now ‘she needs to know calculated it all is’]

Rio: [‘surely if it was calculated, it’d be me not her?’ sounds arrogant but I understand your point ‘why didn’t he try to get with me?’ we know full well you don’t have the answers to that question either but telling Edie is such an uncomfortable prospect we’re doing anything to avoid it being reality rn]

Buster: [‘You’re out of his league’ said so matter of factly here it makes me cackle because this boy is acting like Liam is fugly instead of looking how he does, but I get it you think he’s v strange and that Rio is perfect so ‘not to mention on totally different wavelengths’ because true Edam have so much in common meaning y’all don’t at all, and nobody could accuse Liam of faking that for all this time to get with Edie because why and yeah if he was gonna fake a personality he’d try and do it for Rio]

Rio: [doing a ‘ha!’ like no I’m not ‘so he stalked us both and worked out she was more interesting?’ pausing for a sec then doing another shrug like sounds legit ‘not great for building my confidence but alright, sure’]

Buster: [‘Interesting isn’t the word’ because no thank you ‘available is’ not trying to call her a slag but he knows damn well that she would’ve not been without a bf during that time]

Rio: [‘not a save you need to make’ like it’s alright ‘point is, he clearly actually loves her’]

Buster: [‘It doesn’t change the fact he coupled with her for the wrong reasons initially’]

Rio: [put your head in your hands and do a big sigh because yeah ‘for fuck’s sake’ under our breath]

Buster: [putting an arm around her cos so soz this sucks and he’s the kind of bitch who has to say this and not just hush]

Rio: [sit yourself back up and shake it off because never trying to be this much of a downer ‘can’t do anything ‘til I’m home so don’t worry’]

Buster: [push her drink she pushed away back towards her like you might as well drink this then]

Rio: [cheers him again like that’s the vibe]

Buster: [take a drink and a sec because that was a lot of info to take in]

Rio: [raising our brows like I know ‘so many people I thought it was I need to apologise to now’ like adding this to the to-do-when-home list]

Buster: [‘no you don’t, you wouldn’t have suspected them for no reason’ like they must’ve been doing some shady shit/not been very good friends etc to be on the list in the first place]

Rio: [‘it makes you a bit paranoid, obviously’ like idk, it’s not like you can rely on what you think, that’s sort of the point]

Buster: [‘Obviously, that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a point distrusting those specific people’ because he doesn’t actually think she’s lost her mind then or now]

Rio: [do a half smile at him ‘you’re cute, and I’m not having a breakdown so you don’t have to be nice’]

Buster: [‘I’m not being nice, your boyfriends have just given you such ridiculously low standards that you think I am’]

Rio: [shaking your head like not going to address that lol ‘nicer than you usually are, I meant’]

Buster: [‘I’m not having a breakdown either so you can keep your backhanded compliments’ more amused than annoyed though]

Rio: [‘I’m always nice’ like excuse you, this is normal for me, but we’re also amused]

Buster: [‘I’ll remind you you said always when we get back’ because being nice to Nancy this am will be a trial 😏]

Rio: [😬 ‘I might go hit the town instead’ like you’re right, that sounds awful]

Buster: [he’s clearly joking but telling her what shops to hit for his bday present she owes him]

Rio: [‘you can pay for the car I send it back in’ like okay but I am NOT coming back]

Buster: [just nod like okay cos you know he would]

Rio: [‘don’t let any of your friends take it when they head’]

Buster: [‘Don’t do yourself down’ like she’s dragging herself and her gifting for that to happen because none of his friends have any taste because rich people don’t lol]

Rio: [folding your arms like you’re fuming ‘because it’ll be a gift worth stealing, boy’]

Buster: [a look like not to them, girl, they only want flop things]

Rio: [‘I’m not just avoiding Nance’ like yeah, I’ve met them all]

Buster: [‘me either’ because agreed]

Rio: [‘you should go do something today that you actually want to too’ tilting your head to the side ‘go on, what do you want to do, anything on the table’]

Buster: [tell her about whatever plans you’ve already made whether that’s football or boxing or whatever because he’s that kind of person who is always busy with something 24\7 but adding ‘If anything was on the table, it goes without saying I’d leave London, I envy you that option’]

Rio: [‘Too bad we can’t swap that easily without notice’ because we’re not trying to rush home now ‘Christmas break before you know it though’]

Buster: [‘Coward’s way out’ are you trying to convince/comfort yourself or her or both of y’all there, boy, cos good luck lol ‘Yeah, blink and it’s your birthday instead of mine’ because they are pretty close together tbf]

Rio: [‘you’re always alright’ tapping your hand that’s holding your mug against his ‘be so busy studying this whole school year’ do a little smirk like oh you nerd ‘meanwhile I do have a party of my own to plan, yeah’]

Buster: [‘Not so busy I’ll forget to send your present, don’t worry’ returning the smirk ‘I’ve already decided what I’m buying you’ because of course he has]

Rio: [doing the thing where you’re mid-sip so all you can do is widen your eyes dramatically and put said drink down with as much haste ‘you have to let me go then or you’ll be getting your present on my birthday instead’ as if he’s distracting you to cheat at this non-competition]

Buster: [‘I wouldn’t open it until Christmas’ like nice try but I simply refuse to steal your bday thunder]

Rio: [‘wrong twin, right?’ like I’m catching on]

Buster: [‘Exactly’ because yep Nancy so would and we all know it]

Rio: [‘the obligatory invite you’d both have to have is a good advert for not having a party’ lumping you in like it’s not blatant you’d be absolutely fine having him there lol]

Buster: [‘Granted, it’s too late to accuse her of stalking you, but there’s plenty of other plausible reasons to fall out with her, and time to’ acting like it’s so bants and oh Nancy vibes but he’s fuming at her for the James stuff so]

Rio: [can definitely tell it’s more deep than her just generally being a messy nuisance but to push looks like you just want gossip and we don’t want that being assumed, just nodding and mm-ing like so true ‘no chance of her following you to whatever uni you end up getting into’ all the shade, soz girl]

Buster: [‘Unless she played the disability card for a pity place’ because they sure did treat dyslexia like one when I went to uni and you definitely would play on it if you did wanna go, thankfully she does not ‘fortunately, there’s bound to be a bare minimum required even of those students that’d put her off’ because we know what you’re like, sis, all the deserved shade]

Rio: [‘Whatever one [reel off her besties names, not caring if they’re right or just posh girl stereotypes] pick, is more likely’ we know you’ve peaked and would wanna try and ride that wave as long as you could but you’re defs 1st year dropout vibes, as if I can talk lmao ‘of course you know exactly what you want already’ because the least surprising thing]

Buster: [Defs amused at the posh girl stereotype names that are too accurate for these gals ‘Come on, what’s the most likely is they’ll hate her long before then’ because tea, you’ll never stay friends with them for that length of time, you’ve blatantly got a new bestie every 5 secs hun ‘I always have, you know that about me’ we’ll all try not to get into that double meaning even though he’s obvs giving EYE CONTACT as he says it]

Rio: [when you can’t be blushing about University plans so you just have to act like you’re holding your tongue sassing Nancy any harder and that has you flustered, not believable but there we go, you tried ‘if you’d changed that much…’ because you’ve always been that boy ‘I know what I want, just not entirely sure Uni needs to or does feature in that’ because obviously we have our plans that can be put into motion on our bday]

Buster: [‘I’m glad you haven’t changed that much yourself’ because she’s that bitch too it’s why y’all end up being a power couple like his parents are despite doing it very differently ‘sitting here and holding my tongue isn’t who I am or ever have much chance of becoming’ because he wouldn’t be about it if you were a flop and he’d have to let you know, soz]

Rio: [‘Who would I change for?’ For the bants of I’m incredible and everyone loves me so much, gesturing at ourselves like hello; but there’s also the unspoken realness of that being a necessity for him and us being aware of that ‘you can think and say whatever you want but money talks louder, babe’]

Buster: [do a final cheers before you finish this coffee because she is incredible and money does talk she’s not wrong there either]

Rio: [cheers him back and after a beat ‘when do you have to go [boxing/football/whatever]?’ casually like when are you leaving but not at all]

Buster: [shoutout to the Rolex he gives her because he’s checking it rn and obvs answering her, I doubt he has to rush off because he never has to rush anywhere he’s always sorted schedule wise]

Rio: [‘point me in the right direction then?’ gesturing to the door like show me where you shop for my gifting trip]

Buster: [there is no need or excuse for this boy to literally get up and take her to these shops himself but we all know that’s what’s happening, not at all casually expecting her to follow him like come on]

Rio: [obviously we are like lead the way]

Buster: [we’re doing it, you both need the distraction and deserve a nice time]

Rio: [we’re not sorry, you can only bop in an entirely platonic way around these shops]

Buster: [I’m not sorry that I’m imagining a really cute and cliche shopping montage rn]

Rio: [y’all would be having a lovely time, no reason not to and no one to stop you, even if Nancy was awake by now, she would be annoying the people still hanging around the baze gaff]

Buster: [Just his sporty boy plans that he’ll be gutted to have to leave for at some point too soon]

Rio: [we’re not at all devvo’d, nope]

Buster: [Likewise, but you can’t cancel your plans and admit you wanna stay, sir, y’all aren’t there yet]

Rio: [and you can’t invite yourself so you stay shopping and act like you have no interest in anything otherwise]

Buster: [Hang in there lads, we’ve gotta cockblock you for now but it will soon be Christmas and we’ll get the moments going again lol]

Rio: [for now, a match time or thereabouts later]

Rio: Did you win?

Buster: I don’t lose

Buster: Did you buy me [a pisstake on whatever perfume she had to buy Nancy]?

Rio: Do you think I was doing my best work there?

Buster: You were doing what you were told, as per, best behaviour

Rio: She knows what she wants, I suppose

Buster: It’s a shame you didn't decide to surprise her with something she wouldn’t

Rio: A shame for you

Buster: Us both, it’d be as good for you in the long run

Rio: How so?

Buster: You don’t need me to tell you you’d be better off on her bad side than you would as her best friend

Rio: I’m not her best friend, or going to be

Buster: I know that, but you could do more to make it obvious how much you’d prefer not to be, she’ll always need the clues

Rio: I could start a bitch fight before catching my flight

Rio: bets on one already going on in your house or in the DMs if they pissed off before she awoke

Buster: I can’t condone it, your hair would make you a really easy target

Buster: and I’m definitely not going to bet against anything like that happening

Rio: Put it up and take out the hoops before, obviously

Rio: Not my first rodeo

Buster: Still

Rio: I don’t know what she did

Rio: but I can tell it’s bad and I have no reason to trust her or disbelieve you

Buster: It isn’t her first rodeo either, you wouldn’t need the 3 guesses if I was offering them to you

Rio: What are you going to do?

Rio: Genuine question not sarcasm

Buster: I did what I had to do last night

Rio: From now then, it’ll get better?

Rio: for you, I’m obviously not holding my breath for her taking note or anything

Buster: There’s no other option, I’m certainly not letting it get any worse

Rio: Good, you’re taking charge

Rio: there’s nothing else you can do, everyone else will do what they will, your sister included

Buster: The same will be true for yours, when you tell her about Liam, all you can do is give her the facts, she’ll do whatever she wants with them

Rio: Yeah, true

Rio: I guess I’m just more concerned with her reaction, as she isn’t in my shit list right now

Buster: Her reaction and the consequences of what she decides to do, yeah

Rio: I know what will happen, or what won’t

Buster: Yeah, anything else he’s made you doubt over the years, there’s none about how Edie will take this, she’s like your mum, giving people second chances long after everyone else has lost count of the actual number

Rio: You say that like it’s a bad thing

Rio: I’m not worried about the chance she’ll give him, it’ll be the chance I don’t get

Buster: It is, if you don’t know when to stop, or like you said, the wrong people are given the chances

Rio: You might feel different when it comes to the actual practicalities of cutting your sister off

Rio: you haven’t had anyone in your life like that before, we all have

Buster: I’m not suggesting it’s even close to a similar situation, your sister is the one about to get her weakness exploited, mine is the type to exploit people

Rio: You don’t know that, they’re clearly fine, better than fine and most couples I know

Buster: They’re not fine, he’s been keeping something huge from her for their entire relationship, involving you her sister

Rio: And you’ve already pointed out she isn’t going to see it as huge

Buster: You do though

Rio: Did, maybe

Rio: I’ll be fine

Buster: Again, fine isn’t the word

Rio: Look, forget it, I shouldn’t have bothered you with it

Rio: I’m just on a comedown

Buster: Forget trying to fob me off

Rio: I forgot how annoying you are

Buster: Because I’m the one in the wrong here, sure

Rio: Wait, am I in the wrong or a massive victim

Buster: That depends what your next move is

Rio: 🙄

Buster: And it’s me being annoying

Rio: Like you’ve never done anything you regret at 14, now even

Rio: Doesn’t he deserve a chance to explain himself?

Buster: He isn’t the victim, he’s the perpetrator

Rio: I’m not scared anymore

Buster: The point is, you were

Buster: he did that, there’s no excuse

Rio: an apology doesn’t count for anything, no

Buster: Exactly

Rio: I’ll think about it when I have to, right now I can be distracted

Buster: Don’t let me stop you then

Rio: Okay

Buster: Okay

Rio: You could at least say bye, be polite

Buster: I could, but if I did you’d have no opportunities left to point out my character flaws

Rio: Hardly

Buster: As far as seeking distractions go, you could do a lot better, I already agreed

Rio: I don’t need pointers

Buster: You don’t need a polite goodbye

Rio: I’ll survive without one, yeah

Buster: Good

Rio: What are you mad at me for

Buster: Why aren’t you mad at him?

Rio: I’m not not but it makes sense

Rio: it’s better it was Liam than some random who wasn’t grieving and was just creepy

Buster: That creepy random wouldn’t be in your life forever, at least

Rio: Could be

Buster: Maybe, but I wouldn’t have to ask myself if I have enough willpower to avoid hitting him and ruining Christmas

Rio: Of course you do

Buster: Okay, well if I want to exercise it or I’d rather beat the shit out of him

Rio: You know you can’t, it’s already a fucking mess of a situation

Buster: I know

Rio: You can ignore him, it’s not like he’s super social

Buster: I will

Rio: Thanks

Rio: I’m sorry

Buster: You have nothing to be sorry about or thank me for

Rio: I don’t want to ruin anyone’s Christmas

Buster: It isn’t you

Rio: I told you, you’d have no idea otherwise

Buster: I’m not mad you told me, only that there isn’t more I can do

Rio: Telling you wasn’t terrible, that was something

Rio: it was a relief

Buster: Of course, bottling shit up is just going to make you feel worse

Rio: It would’ve been worse telling anyone when I had no clue who it was and it was happening all the time

Rio: it would’ve just freaked everyone out

Buster: I understand why you didn’t

Rio: You wouldn’t of either, right

Buster: No, I think you did the right thing

Rio: So I do owe you a thank you

Buster: You wish, that way I won’t be able to refuse whatever present you’re shopping for as easily

Rio: Why would you refuse, it’s going to be the best present you got

Rio: beside whatever your parents got you, I’m not making those promises

Buster: Good save

Rio: It was your 18th, if they didn’t go hard that’d be terrible parenting

Buster: It’s a shame I won’t have to let them know you think they’re bad parents

Rio: Wait ‘til I’m out the country, tah

Buster: You’re desperate to owe me something, now it’s a favour

Rio: Well it’s not as if you’re going to do a secret for a secret

Buster: Wrong twin

Buster: she’d happily distract you with her own drama if you weren’t avoiding her

Rio: I have plans now

Rio: that don’t involve an IV and a facial

Buster: When’s your flight?

Rio: Not ‘til tonight, so I can have dinner at [a fancy restaurant]

Buster: You’ll like [a different fancy restaurant] more

Rio: Yeah?

Rio: I’ll let them know

Buster: Trust me

Rio: Blame your friend for not picking it first

Buster: I told you none of them have good taste

Rio: I wasn’t aware that extended to actual food

Buster: Why wouldn’t it?

Rio: It’s a very specific diss

Rio: I’ll see what he orders

Buster: I should’ve said none of them make good decisions instead, I thought you knew what I meant

Rio: The dig @ me wasn’t subtle but I was choosing to ignore it

Buster: It isn’t a dig at you

Rio: 😏 mhmm

Buster: One of my friends going out with you isn’t a wise move on their part, that’s all

Rio: It’s dinner

Buster: The plans themselves are irrelevant, except for how well they prove my point

Rio: Why, like I’m going to eat alone

Buster: You have other options

Rio: Not on short notice, I know none of them have any other plans today

Buster: You also know I’d go with you

Rio: I already took up too much of your time today

Buster: No you didn’t

Rio: Oh, well

Rio: I don’t want a pity hangout though, that’s never the mood

Buster: Come on, you know me better than that

Rio: Yeah, okay, but no one else knows about the stalking thing so

Rio: they can’t talk to me about it

Buster: We don’t have to talk about it either

Rio: I know you better than that, boy

Buster: You clearly don’t, babe

Rio: A bit 🤏

Buster: You should know better than to underestimate me

Rio: If anything, it’s an overestimation, reckoning you HAVE to tell me what to do

Buster: You did the right thing last time, you will this time too

Rio: I appreciate the faith

Buster: I know you well enough

Rio: You’ve been annoyed by more annoying family members recently, you don’t need to be mad at me too

Buster: Unless you stand me up and I have to eat alone

Rio: Why would I do that

Buster: You won’t, so I won’t be mad at you

Rio: Thank God, I don’t need that, my boyfriend already will be

Buster: You need [whatever fancy af cocktail is a special at this restaurant]

Rio: I definitely do

Buster: Meet me at [a time]

Rio: Okay

Buster: It’ll give you time to cancel on [the name of whatever friend he knows it is], listening to his sob story included

Rio: It’s so not that deep, if he tries it… 🙄

Buster: I’ll order you a double, don’t worry

Rio: So thoughtful

Buster: You’re welcome

Rio: Are you going to get a [whatever his favourite drink is]

Buster: I’ll join you in [the cocktail because he’s a secure boy]

Rio: Are the prices that excessive we’ll have to share 🤔

Buster: My parents taught me sufficient manners to foot the bill

Rio: I never actually said they were bad parents, FYI

Buster: I remember, barely a threat never mind a promise

Rio: And I only asked you to be polite

Buster: And I listened, so don’t start an argument with me about paying your way

Rio: You’ll only want to remind me you can afford it, so I won’t

Buster: It isn’t a reminder either of us need

Rio: I paid for my flights and the presents, that’s enough willing shown, anyone would agree

Buster: More than

Rio: For your sister, perhaps

Buster: For her, definitely

Rio: as she didn’t even have to drunkenly listen to my problems as she was too busy creating her own, yeah

Buster: As well as a headache for me

Rio: It’s really unfortunate you’re twins

Rio: it’s the same with Janis and Grace, they’re the least alike

Buster: We could have plenty in common, it’s her priorities which are unfortunate

Rio: I don’t think you’re anything alike

Buster: I think that’s the most genuine compliment you’ve ever given me

Rio: You’re only 18 once, like

Buster: Don’t remind me, you mentioned having regrets before, that party has earned a place on my list

Rio: It probably never lives up to the hype, it’s truthful, far as consolation goes

Buster: It easily would’ve if I’d been in charge of it

Rio: It’s just a number then

Rio: 19 is the new

Buster: Was it your boyfriend who said age is just a number?

Rio: You’re SO funny 😏

Buster: It’s a fair question

Rio: You’re thinking of the last one, he’s only 22

Buster: Are you sure? He looks 32

Rio: You’re being rude again 👌

Buster: Hardly

Rio: Why are we talking about him again

Buster: We’re not

Rio: Good save

Buster: I’m just wondering which you believe, that we’re only 18 once or it’s a number

Rio: Hmm 🤔

Rio: it’s less about the day, more about the 364 you have until you’re 19, that’s what I think

Buster: Great save

Rio: 🙇🏽‍♀️

Rio: What do you think?

Buster: I agree

Rio: You can still hold your shitty party against Nance, not that old you have to be that mature

Buster: She wishes what I had to hold against her was that petty

Rio: No doubt…

Rio: blackmailed into better behaviour is better than nothing

Buster: With her, we have very little choice but to take what we can get

Rio: Yeah

Rio: I’d hate to think of my brothers and sisters saying shit like that about me

Buster: It isn’t something you have to think about because it isn’t something your siblings would say about you

Rio: 🤞

Rio: That would change if I told Edie, she doesn’t hold back

Buster: Neither should you, how you felt is important and she needs to hear it

Rio: There are more important things

Buster: You matter too, Rio

Rio: I want to be in Libi’s life, what if she doesn’t want me to be if I say any of this

Buster: She wouldn’t cut you out, you’re family, and you haven’t done anything but what’s best for her and Libi

Buster: you kept this a secret for her own good and if you tell her it’s still with protecting them in mind, she’ll recognise that, she’s not an idiot

Rio: She’s not

Rio: Anyway, this is breaking the rules, I’m not thinking about it ‘til I get back to Dublin

Buster: That’s the last time I’ll bring it up, I swear

Rio: I’ll make you pinky promise

Buster: Not if I make you forget about all of this first

Rio: You think you can

Buster: I know I can

Rio: I’m not going to refuse that

Buster: Why would you?

Rio: I’m sure we could think of plenty of reasons if we bothered

Buster: I’m too busy thinking of ways to salvage this trip for you

Rio: We can make attempts at salvaging for you too

Rio: even if I have to point out it’s a taller order

Buster: I’m fine

Rio: Sure but fine is not fine

Buster: Okay, I’m great

Rio: Because I really believe you now 🙃

Buster: I don’t want a pity dinner any more than you did

Rio: Not what I was suggesting, because duh

Buster: What are you suggesting [a really basic touristy thing purely for the pisstake]?

Rio: 😑

Rio: Yes, I’m going to make you [another super touristy moment] with me and it’ll serve you right

Buster: I’ll look out for when you tie your hair back and take your earrings off

Rio: You should

Rio: can’t say you haven’t been warned

Buster: You can’t either, I told you earlier I don’t lose

Rio: Yet

Buster: Ever

Rio: Never know if we don’t try, can’t claim a win when you forfeit

Buster: I’m not going to forfeit, bring it on

Rio: At [the time you’re meant to meet] 😘

Buster: [Give her the deets of the car you’ve already booked and sorted to collect her etc because he’s just that bitch and always organised af]

Rio: Alright, you’re off to a good start

Buster: If you’d like something that isn’t a mermaid tail to wear to [this restaurant] Nance has [whatever it’s called when you can just come and shop like on an account idk I’m not posh] at [and a list of whatever shops she does, they can’t all entirely suck]

Rio: I couldn’t possibly do that

Buster: I dare you

Rio: Seriously

Buster: When am I not serious?

Rio: She’ll notice

Buster: It’s Nancy

Rio: 😏

Rio: but really, I can buy my own outfit

Buster: If you want to forfeit the dare, yeah

Rio: I’m going to be late then

Buster: You’re going to be worth the wait though

Rio: Rude you don’t trust my own budget for that to be true

Buster: Don’t act like it isn’t more fun to get dressed at her expense

Rio: I wouldn’t say that

Buster: What would you say?

Rio: I might ask a question

Buster: Yeah?

Rio: Well, I could ask for your opinions, what you want me to wear, I might not take them into consideration

Buster: I’m rarely wrong, you’ll want to take that into consideration

Rio: I’ve never been wrong about an outfit

Buster: [obvs mention an ootd from when she was a lil kid like what about that one lol even though it was probably still a slay, gotta just remind her that he remembers things]

Rio: 😳 Shut up, I’ve always been cute

Buster: I wasn’t disputing how cute you were

Rio: You wouldn’t want to ruin your claim to rarely wrong

Buster: No, I wouldn’t

Rio: So, what do you like

Buster: Don’t you want to guess?

Rio: I could

Buster: So, what do I like?

Rio: Can’t you wait and see?

Buster: Can’t you remember how impatient I am?

Rio: That’s half the fun

Buster: You’re right, we’re having half as much fun as we could be

Rio: There’s always time for more fun

Buster: Wait and see

Buster: [10000% looking online at fits and then calling up the store and getting the poor girl who works there to give Rio said fits to try on, so casually, just dressing your cousin for a date nbd]

Rio: [sending you selfies of these options, obviously]

Buster: [Sending her more options to keep this try on sesh going like see how much fun this is because I cannot trust him to comment on any of those selfies]

Rio: Okay, I’ll really be late if you don’t stop

Rio: I already don’t know what to pick

Buster: [pick one for her, again so casually]

Rio: I see you

Buster: Do you?

Rio: Showing you have better taste than your friends

Buster: I already proved that with the outfit I threw on to grab coffee

Rio: You dress well, it’d be stupid to suggest otherwise

Buster: You don’t need much help yourself

Rio: I’m not going to forfeit a dare to argue

Buster: Are you going to give me a dare to do?

Rio: If you wanna play

Buster: Of course

Rio: Then I’ll think of a good one

Buster: I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait too

Rio: Who am I

Buster: Who I’m choosing to spend the evening with

Rio: Despite knowing that present competition is non-existent, still take it

Buster: It’d be stupid to suggest there’s ever any

Rio: Stupid is one of the last things I’d bother to call you

Rio: skirting ‘round the issue is one thing but barefaced lies

Buster: We’ve argued plenty of times when there isn’t a dare at stake, I’ve definitely heard you call me most things you’d feel are a more appropriate fit for who I am

Rio: Well now we know who has the best imagination if you honestly think ‘most’ is fitting

Buster: Well, poor kids need better imaginations than rich ones

Buster: and we aren’t trading one of your secrets for one of mine, so

Rio: 😏 I imagine that stings more when the target is actually ‘poor’, give you the benefit of the doubt there

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vaderman212 · 2 years ago

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Year End Game Reviews 2022 #3

Game – Pokémon Legends: Arceus (2022, Nintendo Switch)

Date I Beat It – March 5th, 2022

Background – Pokémon Legends: Arceus is a neat concept of a game where they as “What if you were playing a Pokémon game, but in the Meiji era instead of now?”. It’s a really interesting concept and I hope it continues into more time periods and places just so we can see some more interesting places in the Pokémon world.

Gameplay – Legends Arceus plays from an “over the shoulder” perspective and allows you to really get in there. They introduced a new way to catch Pokémon by just hucking a Pokéball at them without battling them first. It’s really liberating to do actually. That’s not to say they haven’t added anything to the traditional battle mechanics either though, where before you had traditional turns, where A goes, and then B goes, and then A goes, etc., now you have the ability to perform moves in the “Strong Style” or “Agile Style” where you’ll use more or less PP depending on which style you select, and there’ll be times where you can out-speed your opponent so hard, that you can get up to four turns in before they even get one. It adds a neat layer of strategy to the game that isn’t found in contemporary Pokémon games.

Visuals – I’ll just say it, the games’ frame rate for characters was rough during the reveal trailers, but it did get a little better when the game actually released. The game runs at an almost solid thirty frames per second, and it doesn’t really dip below that often unless you got a ton of shit going on around you. As far as the models for characters and the Pokémon go, they’re nice. They got a bit of stylization going on there, but I think we’ll all agree the game will still look pretty good in say, five years.

Sound – The sound effects for the game are all fine, standard Pokémon faire, but the actual music tracks are phenomenal. Much more intense than the usual stuff that Pokémon uses, but it also matches the general tone of the game to a T. The evolution theme in particular makes me hyped to see it every time. I swear I’ve never had a more fun time seeing a Starly evolve.

Story – Arceus, for reasons beyond your comprehension says “Yo, dude, you’re gonna go back in time man. Why? Funny.” And send you and your cell phone back in time. You crash land outside of Jubilife Village through a space-time portal near Professor Laventon who has just lost his Pokémon, a Cyndaquil, an Oshawott, and a Rowlett. After you catch them, Laventon takes you to Jubilife to join Team Galaxy to at least get you some room and board. The locals are distrustful of you because of your dubious portal status, but you eventually prove yourself worthy enough to be counted on. That’s all I’ll go into about the story here, but if you’re interested, it’s worth a look.

Multiplayer – Legends Arceus is weird in that they don’t have any sort of PVP, and really, only barely offer trading. In fact, for the three trade evolution Pokémon they had in Gen 1 (Kadabra, Haunter, Machoke) they have an item called “The Link Cable” that lets you evolve them without trading them. It’s weird, but I think it’s a pretty nice improvement. You can easily see where Scarlet and Violet would want to use this game as a base for future games.

Other Information – I was not hopeful for Legends Arceus to be one of the more fun games I’ve played all year, but here we are. I first emulated the game when Yuzu started working correctly with it, and took on the first boss, a new Pokémon called Kleavor, and decided then and there it was worth my $60 based on the amount of fun I was having.

Overall – Pokémon Legends Arceus is a bright spot for the franchise and fills me with hope for what the future of the franchise holds.

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tsintotwo · 2 years ago

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[My toxic trait is I’d get an unhinged fic idea for a niche fandom that maybe two other people want to read and STILL up and write it because it drives me crazy not to 🤦‍♀️...This is 59 Hours, Jake (Sweetbitter) x Reader. Snowed in and stuck in his apartment. Good Girl x Bad Boy, will be a few parts and will get lots saucier)]

Hour 01

You don’t know him, only that he’s called Jake. He’s pale, tall, slender, and casually handsome in a scruffy sort of way. You’re stuck in his apartment. And you have zero idea when you can leave.

‘You tried going to work in this fucking weather?’, he asks you. He’s looking out the window, but there’s nothing to see except pure white.

‘I was already almost here’. News about this surprise blizzard arrived about the same time as the storm itself did. ‘Had to check out of my motel in the morning.’ you say from his single couch.

‘Not from here?’, he looks at you. An earring glints on his left ear.

‘No. But my firm collects data for neighborhoods all over the country. So I go all over.’

‘Data?’

‘Socio-economic stuff. Income, living standard, health.'

He eyes you, 'Aren't you too young to get stuck in a boring job like that?'

'It's not boring. You get to talk to all sorts of people.'

So much for that today, though. By the time you got there no one was out because FUCKING BLIZZARD, and you realized that the only thing you needed then anyway was to not be out in the open.

You started walking- with no sense of direction and a mounting sense of helpless frustration. You couldn’t see two feet in front of you, and you were stuck in a shitty part of the town. To top it off, your phone ran out of battery because it’s just that kind of a day, isn’t it? Then walking simply became impossible, so you leaned against the wall you were walking along and let the stupid tears fall. As it turned out, the wall was opposite his building and that’s when he saw you angrily wiping the tears off.

'What do you do?' you ask. 'You were going out too.'

‘I bartend. And I wasn’t going out. I just opened the building side-door a few inches and saw this chick crying.’, he says with a smirk. It’s more condescending than jokey. This man doesn’t much care about being a nice guy, you think. But then, if he didn’t offer you shelter- be it out of sympathy, pity or basic decency- you’d be freezing to death right now.

‘Yeah.’, you say evenly, ‘I felt overwhelmed, and I cried.’ You see no point in being defensive. ‘Thank you, though, for letting me wait in your apartment’, you realize you forgot to say this until now. ‘You probably just saved my life.’, you add, earnest.

You don’t think he expected this answer to his dig. His smile disappears and he looks away. ‘Whatever’, he says, ‘It’s nothing. You said you had a flight?’, he’s got his phone in his hand, frowning, the blue glow lighting up the profile of his face- the sharp lines of his cheekbones, nose, chin and jaw.

You’ve found his power outlet, and are just plugging in your own phone, taking the charger out of your backpack. ‘Yeah, in the afternoon. As soon as my phone has some juice I’ll call for an Uber to the airport, and I will be out of your hair.‘

‘Yeah.’, he says, turning his phone around so you can see the news headline on the screen, ‘Good luck with that.’

All Outgoing Flights from NYC Cancelled.

Shit.

Hour 02

Jake's eyes are a vivid blue. He's from Cape Cod. He works at the Union Square Cafe. The woman who called to check in is not his girlfriend. This is as much as you learned about him in over an hour. He's not much of a talker. So far he’s largely ignored you- pacing about, fidgeting with items in the apartment, tapping his phone. You don't mind, but you mind that you're intrigued by him.

You're from a small town. When you're out working, you don't meet Jake's kind of people: people who give this edgy-cool vibe. It's effortless too. And he's hot. But you better not be interested, 'cause there's another current to the vibe you know very well: bad news. Jake is trouble. You don't have time for that sort of stuff.

He plops down on the bed. Lounges in a way that reminds you of a jungle cat. 'I’m almost out.’, he says, lighting another cigarette. ‘This is my emergency pack. That’s why I went downstairs to look. To see if I could get out for a quick minute and get a fucking carton or something.’ You guess he's starting to talk out of pure boredom.

You sort of claimed Jake's couch. It's big enough for two and very comfortable. Snuggling in there with your feet up, you look at him. Even sitting down, leaning back, there's some kind of restless, coiled energy in him. Under his thin white tee-shirt, you can tell his muscles are toned… okay, maybe not a good idea to notice that. But you can’t help noticing how the ones in his arm flex, because the elaborate tattoos keep drawing your eyes on there.

‘Is that what's making life hard for you right now?’, you say instead, deadpan. The blizzard actually got worse, the news portals are reporting unprecedented bad weather, and not even a truck, let alone an Uber car, could get here now through the snow. And where would you go anyway?

Jake snorts, letting a stream of smoke out of his nose and mouth. ‘You don’t, do you? Smoke?’

‘No. Never have.’

He raises his brows slightly. ‘Never? Not even a drag in high school?’ He’s got a voice that you like- a bit gruff and guttural.

‘No.’

‘Stronger stuff?’

‘Nope.’

‘Ever?’

‘Nope.

‘Sounds fun, between this and the job.'

'I haven't had much time for fun.', you say. Then you curse yourself. That bit of info was too personal to drop on a stranger- that too this stranger. There's just something about two people in a tiny space, sitting in a growing haze of smoke, with the world out all white and non-existent, you guess. Creates an illusion of closeness that's not there.

But you said what you said, and you don't look away as his eyes lock with yours. 'Family shit?', he asks.

'Shit family', you say in short.

He nods and raises the bottle in his hand. 'I'll drink to that.' He takes a swig and offers it to you.

You shake your head, 'I'd rather have some food. Would you happen to have anything to eat? Or I can cook. Unfortunately, it looks like we’ll both be here for a while.'

'See if you can find anything in the fridge’, he sweeps the air with his hand, again drawing your attention to his tattoo. You think it’s a mermaid.

You stand up, and before stepping away, say, ‘Hey. Thanks again. I know you’d rather not have a random girl in your apartment-‘

‘That’s what you think?’, he gives a wolfish grin, looking up at you.

‘Well,’, you’re a bit flustered, but you recover, ‘Not one like me anyway. A rescue project. Here for an indefinite time- can’t chuck me out, can’t get out. And boring. So…’

He acknowledges your sarcastic dig with a slight nod. Then he says, ‘You’re not so bad, for a random girl.’, blowing smoke towards the ceiling.

Hour 04

Like many things, you’re also the cook in your family and you whipped up a decent meal. Truth be told you were a bit nervous- Jake works at a high-end restaurant, and while you’re not trying to impress him here you’d feel bad if he didn’t like the food. It’s his food anyway. But he seems to not only approve but enjoy it. He actually says, ‘Thank you’.

This makes you smile and- damnit, girl. That happy warmth in your stomach’s gotta go ‘cause it’s not the food that’s doing it. Jake’s got a small table with two chairs and sitting opposite him in the low light, eating and actually having some sort of an adult conversation- with thorny back-and-forths sprinkled in that you find challenging but exhilarating- is feeding into a gap in your life. You always either eat alone or you’re the only real adult at the table, worrying about whether your younger siblings are eating what they’re supposed to and whether your mom is eating at all.

But playing house with a strange guy in a strange city is not the way to band-aid that wound. You start clearing out the paper plates.

‘Let me.’, he stands up, taking the plates from your hand. His fingers brush yours. It should be nothing, but it isn’t.

‘Nobody’s cooked for me in ages.’, Jake says, unexpected because it’s real, free of sarcasm or cynicism as you’re learning is his usual style.

He’s really close to you. Your eyes meet, his look dark and stormy in the low light, and then they drop to your mouth for a second, making your heart drop a beat.

The shrill ring of his phone breaks the moment. He goes to receive the call, and you catch your breath.

Oh, this is so stupid.

And dangerous.

And inviting.

Hour 07

You realize you fell asleep on the couch. Jake is sleeping too, he’s on the bed. You browse your phone for a while and your heart sinks. The storm is expected to continue through the night. The city is at a standstill. The cell reception has started glitching too.

You stand up, go wash your face, walk around the apartment, looking at things. Jake’s got some cool books, an expensive camera, photos he took (you assume) framed on the wall. They’re of the beach, the sea, a woman. Then you look at him sleeping, and there’s this liquid affection that churns in you suddenly- without the usual furrowed brows and the hard set of his mouth, he looks so innocent and vulnerable. The dark hair falling on his forehead, thick lashes, smooth cheeks, soft lips. He’s actually quite pretty when he's not scowling, you realize.

Okay, neither that affection nor this realization is helpful. Smoke still hangs in the air, making the room stuffy, and you think you can open the widow a crack and let in some fresh air. But what come in are a flurry of snow and a bone-chilling gust, waking Jake up.

‘What the fuck?’, he says, sitting up, groggy.

‘Sorry, sorry!’, you close his window as quickly as you can and hold up your hands. ‘Just thought I’d let in some fresh air for a few seconds.’

He shakes his head, then checks his phone, frowning at the slow internet. ‘It’s not looking good for you’, he comments after a minute.

‘Yeah’, you sit down on the side of the bed, ‘I’m really sorry, Jake.’

‘You should be.’, he stretches, his t-shirt riding up just a bit, revealing a sliver of his pale, flat stomach- God, that’s distracting- ‘because of course, you personally summoned the storm, made it snow, got stuck on purpose.’

You roll your eyes, ‘I’m sorry I may have to impose upon you much longer than either of us planned.’

‘We can find ways’- he leans in, a smile pulling up the corner of his mouth, the silver chain he wears around his neck dangling, ‘to make us both less sorry.’

You are young, but you aren’t supposed to be naïve. So you’re really annoyed at how this instantly speeds up your heartbeat. You swallow, and say, ‘Are you flirting with me?’

‘Why?’, he cocks his head, ‘Does Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes disapprove?’ This close, you can smell his slept-in smell, and that shouldn’t be attractive, let alone this attractive.

‘No,’ you say, ‘just surprised to see Mr. Broody-Two-Shoes be interested in less-sorry thoughts.’

He snorts, ‘Thanks to your terrible joke, I no longer am.’

‘The hours I spent with you must be already rubbing off on me.’, you quip back, and this time his smile is almost genuine. You’re both quiet for a moment, and you know you both feel the connection that’s growing between you two.

‘I’m gonna go take a shower’, he moves away abruptly, and you have a feeling he’s afraid of connections that are real. That would be in character. You don’t judge though- you have your own issues, he has his. Both come down to the same thing- you two shouldn’t… fuck.

Why the heck did I think about that?- you curse yourself. As if it’s already not hard enough to rein in your mind.

While Jake showers, you change too. You’re spending the night here, there’s no getting around it. You have to travel light, and outfit choices for when you were supposed to be alone are not great. You slip on your tank top and pj shorts with a loose cardigan.

When Jake comes out of the shower, he stares at you for a moment. You are showing a lot more skin than you had been all day, so you get it, but worse, you kind of love how his eyes sweep over your body, seem to get stuck on the red birthmark under your throat. Making the situation more problematic is: post-shower Jake smells really good and he’s already done that thing with his arm that makes his tee ride up and you’ve not only seen his stomach again but also the sharp beginning of his pelvic bones because he’s wearing the loose pants low.

‘You look at home’, Jake comments, walking towards you.

You shrug, ‘Thought I’d claim the land.’

‘What about the owner?’ He’s standing really close. And okay, maybe he's this older guy, slick, no doubt has lots more experience with women than you have with men. He clearly sees that, so maybe he's just teasing you. Just some fun- get under your skin, make you squirm. But you aren't blind, and you see that some of it is real interest. The attraction between you two right now, chemistry, whatever- it's both-sided. You feel heat gathering in your abdomen. And that almost catches you off-guard. Arousal, and just from the mere proximity of this guy. You should stop this now.

‘I don’t plan to claim him.’, you say, trying to keep your voice even.

‘Why?’, Jake's voice drops to a husky, gravelly pitch, ‘Not good enough for you?’ You can see he’s taken your words as either offense or challenge, but you’re not into lying games.

So you say, ‘Maybe too good for me to afford.’, and walk away towards your couch. You’ll be safer on your own.

(Update: Part 2)

#sweetbitter #jake #jake x you #jake x reader #tom sturridge #fanfic #fic #sweetbitter fanfic #writing is how I release emotions #so don't judge me #have NOT forgotten about MidnighTS x Morpheus either #jake x oc

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arc-misadventures · 3 years ago

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Jaune the Traitor: how do Blake and Adam react to some Atlas prick at Beacon badmouthing Jaune?

What Would, Jaune Do?

Adam: So… Here we are, Beacon Academy!

Blake: Wow… I’ve never seen buildings so tall before…

Adam: Yeah, nothing like this back home.

Blake: Maybe one day; Dad, and Jaune have been trying to get a CCT built in Menagerie for a while now.

Adam: Really? What’s stopping them?

Blake: Oh, the usual stuff: Atlas wanting a military presence on, Menagerie to maintain it. SDC, trying to get exclusive mining rights. Jaune’s head. The usual, really.

Adam: Ahh, okay… wait? Is people wanting, Jaune’s head normal?

Blake: People have always wanted his Jaune’s head, where, and how they wanted it is the question…

Adam: Wait, what do you mean by…?!

(BOOM)

Blake: W-Was that an explosion…?

Adam: Already?

Blake: Already?!

Adam: I won’t lie, this place blows up allot. So much so, that you kinda tend to faze it out.

Blake: Seriously…?

Adam: Yeah… This place is… is weird.

Blake: Okay…? Wait…? Is that a, Schnee?

Adam: Eh? Yeah… Isn’t that, Weiss Schnee the singer? Didn’t know she was training to become a, Huntress.

Blake: But, why is she here, shouldn’t she be in, Atlas?

Adam: Is there a reason she has to be in, Atlas?

Blake: No. Just wondering if there was… eh? What’s this?

Adam: A bottle of Dust, fire Dust.

Blake: Why is this… oh… that’s why. Hey, Schnee!

Adam: Eh, Blake what are you doing?

Weiss: Yes, excuse me?

Blake: You dropped your, Dust.

Weiss: Oh, why thank you.

Blake: A cork bottle? I thought you, Schnee’s had high standards for your items.

Weiss: Well, normally yes, we do, but…

Blake: Or, is this just another way to reduce costs and increase profits. At the expense of the workers no doubt, mostly, Faunas workers at that…?

Weiss: Excuse me?!

Adam: Oh no… Blake, what are you doing? Shit, uhh… what did, Jaune say I should do in this scenario…?

~~~

Jaune: Okay, listen here, Adam; knowing, Blake as we do, she will inevitably get involved in a fight about faunas rights, or against a racist, or something like that. Regardless of what, or whom started it, you must prevent this from happening! So, to do this, you need to act as the neutral party; the mediator of the group. You need to deescalate the problem, and try and resolve things in a peaceful manner. Even if it means taking a hit, or two. Considering this your training from me while your at, Beacon. Why? Well… it’ll be useful at some point in the future, trust me on this it will. Good luck!

~~~

Adam: Mediate and deescalate the problem… Sounds easy enough… Blake?

Blake: What?!

Adam: C-Calm down, Blake. She’s not Jackas… I mean, Jacques Schnee. She’s his daughter, not the man himself. I doubt she has any input on what he does.

Blake: True…

Adam: Besides, its the first day, don’t want to get into fights on the first day after all.

Blake: Haa… You’re right… Let’s just go…

Adam: Alright that’s…?

Weiss: Hey!

Adam: Yes?

Weiss: While, I’m glad to see you won’t be picturing me in the same light as my father… Do you think You don’t owe me an apology for what you said?

Adam: Eh…?

Weiss: You, falsely accuse me, of things I have no control over; Do you think I’m not owed an apology?

Adam: Not when you put it like that. But…

Blake: No. I’ll admit I was wrong to judge her for what her father does. But, I am not apologizing to a snobby brat like that!

Weiss: Excuse me?

Blake: You’re excused.

Adam: Blake, settle down

Blake: Do you think, Jaune, would allow this kind of talk; What do you think he would do?

Adam: He told me to do literally what I’m doing now.

Weiss: Wait… Did you say, Jaune…? As in, Jaune Arc…?

Adam: Yes, yes we did.

Weiss: You’re taking the advice of that traitorous bastard.

Blake: Excuse me…?

Weiss: Taking advice from the, Traitor on how you should do things?! Nothing he says should be taken seriously, one shouldn’t trust the words of a traitorous bastard!

Adam: …

~~~

Sienna: Okay, listen up, Bullbrain! If anyone, anyone at all insults my ma… I mean, Jaune! I don’t care if it’s you’re fellow classmates, or Ozpin himself, you better give them hell for what they said! Or else I’m going to rip your balls off, and make you choke on them! You hear me!

~~~

Adam: Well then, you better tell that to Atlas; considering half of their military doctrine is based after what he taught them.

Weiss: What, no it’s not?!

Adam: You’re right, it’s not. It’s on what we taught them, when we kicked their asses!

Weiss: You wouldn’t have won if you didn’t have the, Traitor on your side!

Adam: And you would have one, if you didn’t betray him in turn!

Weiss: He betrayed us first!

Adam: So, you’re saying that he should have just let the, Atlas military gun down helpless Faunas in cages?

Weiss: What, of course not!

Blake: So what you’re saying then is that he should have killed those soldiers, and what he did that day wasn’t treasonous?!

Weiss: He killed his fellow countrymen! That’s the very definition of a traitor!

Adam: Well maybe then…?!

Glynda: Enough!

Weiss: Huw…?

Blake: Wha…?

Adam: Oh shit…

Glynda: Ms. Belladonna, Ms. Schnee, orientation is about to begin, I recommend you continue this conversation… Later… Understood?

Weiss: Yes, Ma’am. My apologies.

Blake: I’m sorry. It’s at the auditorium, right?

Glynda: Correct; Head down this hall and enter the gate, and you’ll be there.

Blake: Thank you. Goodbye.

Glynda: Mr. Taurus…

Adam: Yes, Ms. Goodwitch?

Glynda: I was going to applaud you for deescalating that potential fight there, until you decided to escalate it yourself. Care to explain why you decided to aggravate, Ms. Schnee there?

Adam: I… I have no excuse, Ms. Goodwitch. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I did so anyway… I’m sorry, I’ll make sure I do better in the future.

Glynda: I see… Very well then. Since it’s the first day I’ll let you off with a warning.

Adam: Thank you, Ms. Goodwitch, I appreciate it!

Glynda: Good, now get going; you’re teammates need their leader.

Adam: Thank you again, Ma’am.

~~~

Adam: Phew… That was close… Maybe I shouldn’t listen to Sienna’s advice that much…?

: E-Excuse me!

Adam: Hmm? Oh hello, you look new… You lost?

: N-No, I’m not not lost, I just needed to ask you something.

Adam: Sure, what is it?

: Do… Do you know, Jaune Arc?

Adam: Yeah, before I came to, Beacon he was, well he still is my teacher.

: R-Really?!

Adam: Yeah…?

: W-Where is he, c-can I talk to him! Please, tell me!

Adam: Okay, who are you, and why do you want to talk with him…?

: Oh… Yeah, I should have said this from the beginning… My name is, Jeanne, Jeanne Arc!

Adam: What…?

Jeanne: Can you tell me about my older brother, please?!

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Better explain a few things:

Adam, and Blake are different people since, Jaune saved, Adam, as it were. So he didn’t go full psychopath, and Blake never left to join him in the White Fang. So they’re personalities are different as a result of it.

As for Weiss’s destain for, Jaune. He is more or less hated by everyone in, Atlas. So, yeah… Weiss thinks the worse of him.

Also, Weiss is no prick. Early Weiss just fit for the overall story is all.

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #adam taurus #sienna khan #glynda goodwitch #rwby ozpin #jaune x sienna #sienna x jaune #rwby tigherknight #traitor of atlas

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scarlettriot · 3 years ago

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Mina Ashido Headcanons!

@jewel116 requested some headcanons of our Alien Queen and I am here to deliver!

Some of these also could be considered BakuSquad HCs, hope that's alright.

I also went ahead and included some Adult Mina and 18+ Mina Headcanons too. Both are below the cut and clearly stated. Warnings are posted at each header mark.

If anyone has any other requests, lemme know!

Basic Mina Headcanons

Warnings: It's as fluffy as her dang hair! (Swearing)

. Most definitely has ADHD! In class, she is constantly tapping her foot on bouncing her leg as a means of trying her best to keep focused.

. Has a collection of shirts that she has designated for sleep and loungewear because she's burned acid holes in them by accident. Sometimes she'll wear them to concerts and shows if the design is cool enough.

. Loves piggyback rides! Frequently will run and jump on the backs of the guys in the BakuSquad. Even Katsuki himself puts up with it after a while.

. While Katsuki is the 'mom' of the squad, Mina is the one everyone goes to when they need comfort. Denki will curl up in her lap after a long day, Eijiro frequently goes to her when his insecurities creep back in, Hanta shows up late at night and they talk in her room about nothing just because he doesn't want to be alone, and Katsuki, well, he shows up to her room, slams the door and complains for a solid half-hour after reading a particularly heartbreaking scene in a manga while she listens to every word and validates his feelings.

. Mina worries far more than people believe she does. Her bubbly, loud, personality usually masks it but she knows when people are lying to her about what's going on in their heads.

. Sitting properly in a chair physically bothers her. She'd much rather be hanging upside down off it.

. She lowkey likes that the boys get protective over her.

. Mina is the type of person who gets A LOT of random thoughts that pop up in her head and one of the few people who actually will engage with the sheer randomness of the ideas is Shoto. Not only does he engage, he comes up with his own! The two can talk for hours.

. Loves hosting 'spa parties' in the common area of the dorms, everyone is welcome to join.

. When road trips happen, she's making the playlists (technically, she and Kyoka switch off).

. Tries teaching Tenya, Izuku, and Shoto how to flirt. After a very embarrassing first hour, Shoto didn't learn a single thing, Izuku was only good at it when paired with Shoto and Tenya... Tenya had her SHOOK! Man has game and she made sure everyone knew!

. Has weekly meetings with Yuga where they drink tea and spill the tea.

. She is so damn ticklish. Hanta was teasing her one day, she warned him to stop, he received an elbow to the face for not listening.

. Tried to grow her hair out once but it didn't grow down... it grew OUT. Mina thought she rocked it, and she totally did but ended up having it cut back down so poor Tsyu could see in class.

. Wakes up early three days a week to practice her hand-to-hand combat with Eijiro. Mina wants to improve her technique and Eijiro needed to work on his mobility, it benefits them both.

. Just Dance is her favorite game, she dominates.

. Easily forms new interests.

. Won't admit it but she gets jealous super easily.

. Will be the first to attempt to throw hands for a friend! I HC she was picked on as a child for looking so different but it never really phased her too badly, she likes looking different but understands that not everyone thinks like she does. So, if someone were to say something about Mezo's facemask, she's stepping in to defend the guy without hesitation.

. Knows every TikTok dance EVER. If a new one comes out, she's mastered it by end of the day and her account is always up to date.

. (Popular idea but important to reinforce) Mina and Eijiro co-founded a club, Horn Buddies, specifically to make Eri feel more welcome. They take her on trips and group outings. The only horned person who's not allowed to join is Pony because she was rude as heck to Mezo.

. Mina gets extra competitive over board games.

. She can ice skate and roller skate like a champ.

. Mina is resilient, dedicated, and passionate. She has goals and the girl will achieve them.

Pro Hero - Adult Mina Headcanons

Warnings - Mentions of alcohol use and swearing

. Gets several tattoos and piercings.

. Starts a roller derby club with most of the girls from 1A.

. Loves going out to the hottest dance clubs just as much as she enjoys staying in and munching on take-out food with friends.

. The Horn Buddies club she formed with Eijiro has now expanded into regular society and both young heroes couldn't be more proud. Together they've formed a foundation that strives to help those with non-flashy, unconventional, or misunderstood quirks feel welcomed and loved.

. Does her best to shop small whenever she can. Mina wants to help her community in as many different ways as possible.

. Becomes a fashion icon for many small, just starting out, alternative clothing lines. They love her look and the standard she sets.

. Goes to fashion and runway shows with Momo on the regular. While Momo prefers buying right off the rack, Mina goes to thrift stores and buys items that are coming back into style.

. Does her best to stay in touch with her classmates. She really cherished the friendships she made and goes the extra mile to make sure everyone stays connected.

. Has told off Shoto's father. Sent the man an anonymous bag of flaming dog shit as well for making his son so damn stressed. Sorry, not sorry.

. As long as she isn't in the middle of a fight, Mina will always stop to take a photo with a fan or sign an autograph. In or out of costume, she doesn't care.

. In high school, Mina's room was always decked out for the holidays. She goes decoration crazy and it is always done well. But, now that she's an adult with that pro hero money and her own place, she's the best house on the block decorated for each and every holiday! Inside and out! Also throws holiday-themed parties.

. Got absolutely trashed with the BakuSquad one night and taught them all how to twerk. By the end of the lesson, she deemed Katsuki was the best of her students.

. Loves to drink. Is a lightweight. Katsuki and Eijiro have carried her home more times than they can count.

NSFW 18+ Mina HC Below - Minors DNI

Warnings: Drinking, rough sex, mentions of orgies, handcuffs, impact play, and praise kinks. Subtle sexual relations with BakuSquad, Jiro, Todoroki, and Ochaco.

. The Queen of stripteases and lap dances.

. If any of her friends are at a party or some event and they need a fake date, Mina is their go-to person. She's handsy. She's flirty. And has no problem with platonic make-outs.

. Always encourages kissing-themed games at parties. Seven Minutes in Heaven, Spin the Bottle, those sorts of games. Mina also loves to play cupid and has rigged a game or two to get people together.

. Has made out with every member of the BakuSquad at least once as well as Kyoka, Shoto, and Ochaco simply because she was curious.

. Has attempted to start an orgy with the BakuSquad before when intoxicated. Still mentions it in passing just in case they change their minds.

. Has gone further with Katsuki and Eijiro though. Maybe both at the same time once or twice or several times...

. Wonderfully filthy dirty talk. Can even make Katsuki blush.

. (A personal favorite of mine that was in a previous post) When they were first years, Eijiro asked innocently enough, to touch her horns. He was gentle but that didn't matter. Our poor girl was so damn flustered! Her face turned red bright, she felt hot, and she had to go take a very cold shower!

. Ei felt terrible about it. It took them both maturing for her to explain exactly why she reacted that way... and then asked him to do it again.

. Is likely to send NSFW texts and photos while people are indeed at work. She is a Pro Hero though so only certain people are allowed to have those photos. A scandal is the last thing she wants.

. Very good at communication and is not afraid to speak her mind about what she wants and needs out of a relationship and her sex life.

. Loud, very loud, very needy.

. Fuzzy handcuffs in every color she can think of and adores impact play.

. Let her know she's doing a good job, Mina responds well to praise.

. Big cuddler after sex. Wants to snuggle into you and more than likely take a nap.

#mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha #mina ashido #mina ashido headcanons #mina ashido fluff #bakusquad #bakusquad headcanons #mina ashido smut #katsuki bakugo smut #eijiro kirishima smut #kirishima #bakugo #denki kaminari #hanta sero #shoto todoroki #bakukirimina

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sugar-petals · 4 years ago

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SuperM as Boyfriends Headcanon

↪ caro’s note. extra long version because i miss ‘em. best boys, they’re all bf material to the moon and back ♡

5k words | bullet points

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff

⌈ ten

— motto: they won’t underestimate me for long.

most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginning

and don’t really get what he’s all about

or think he’s like whatever, some random guy in a tank top

acting peculiar

finding him kind of hard to gauge

some of your family and relatives might even think he’s totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you mad

they seriously wonder what you see in him

down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees

as it should

ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him

he’s not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes

his personality is very approachable to you

and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits

and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through

so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelength

he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure

being far wiser than his age suggests

you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person

spending so much time with you

in the most personal way he can

he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand

wakeboarding and playing badminton

his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious

it’s very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then

and that you have been around his home city as well

getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies

renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have

this kissing is gonna be so romantic

who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in

except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!

with seemingly no effort

ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day

he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (he’s surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener

he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and it’s tremendous fun

you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny

everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair

ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock

and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present

said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory

because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it

what’s not to love about a portable blanket

of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets

mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic

and not just for insta

you snuggle a lot generally

ten is always available for affection

and accepts all PDA

he’s a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know

remember how taemin said ten’s hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can

and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist

or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment

time for dance is a must

oh my god ten is so good at all of this

although say he’s definitely faster into latin than standard genres

tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well

don’t believe me? ten is a diehard rosalía stan!

vamos

so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuff

that escalates into wild, passionate fucking

which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises

you poor sore souls

ten’s lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the “i can handle a bigger one!”-level pegging and you have aching legs all over

favorite position? full nelson

if you ask me ten’s ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe

this is not for the faint of heart

sex with this guy is extra cardio

and if you’re into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later

with our girl lisa

there. i said it

miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on ten’s face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow

i don’t have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be

steamy sex life with ten very recommended

⌈ kai

— motto: you’re like a precious rose. i’ll protect you forever.

to be straightforward with you

he is in so heavily in demand it’s madness

to give you an idea of the scale

mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of time

but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms

those sharp moves did not go unnoticed

he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day

jesus christ

if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested

his phone would be blowing up with contracts like

and you also have to pass kyungsoo’s vibe check

and taemin’s

the road to being kai’s gf is indeed the way of the samurai

i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with

this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something

if he likes you he REALLY likes you

and he will be the one showing initiative

because he wants to make it clear he isn’t just spending time out of politeness or something

although it’s pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day

seoul would be able to found its own village

kai town

where like 70% of the population is pregnant

but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one person

seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district

where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kai’s nieces double as actual kids

if you wanna be a young ass ‘mom but not mom with kids’ and be married to kim kai this is it

does he have a thing for milfs or something

that thought just came to my mind

anyway you’re mommy anyway wink wink

fucking til’ dawn until even his muscles hurt

going raw at the gym together

him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker

cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you

walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer alive

and the sexiness is only the tip of the iceberg

we know he’s all-round amazing

kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime

and yes innocent chilling

...unless you’re in the mood for something else

up to you

anyway

sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things aren’t going raw or anything

on the couch in the kitchen in the car when it’s parked somewhere in nature

kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener

he’s literally so respectful and open-minded i can’t

he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if it’s ever needed

yes he is extremely caring and invested

kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you

if there’s an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself don’t worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.

kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable

i think you get what i mean by that

and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing

you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isn’t disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships

outside influences aren’t to be underestimated

and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others

a matter he will take into his hands since he knows he’s the reason

standing up for you also means saying no

to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw

that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix

kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend

that’d be exhausting and beside the point

kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you

i hope i explained this well he doesn’t do this to be bossed up or make you weak it’s because he wants to make life easier for you

guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully so

but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you won’t be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something

⌈ taeyong

— motto: we’ll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.

he’s the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy

things um from the internet

while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is

and you thought it would be something nsfw

i got you fooled

did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube

taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think it’s complicated

this man is just hard to describe he’s so different, i mean every person is unique but he’s an original it’s the extra mile you know

anyway

sea shanties

bopping to it all day since he just heard it

singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does

he’s the most adorable person ever ever ever

asking you why shanties are back in fashion

(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)

planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not

maybe your favorite shanty

featuring fast-pace rap and all

creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him

palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks

he’s hilarious i swear

taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine

as he says: my happiness is your happiness

watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves

taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack

prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot

how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted

it’s like he’s peter pan or something

especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you

yeah so to be clear we all know he’s the cute one in the relationship

and guess who wears the pants

that’s always you ma’am don’t deny it

or wait

not for long actually because they come off um physically

but not metaphorically

because who doesn’t wanna sit on his face tbh

your favorite reserved spot

he loves it

taeyong has such a thing for your body it’s ridiculous

mister lee got a sexy mama

and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him

but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think

all there is... is being flustered

baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then

and give you some ideas

like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that

baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome

but most things you find out for yourself

by being a little braver with him you know

you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel

will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!

jeez he’s so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway

i quote him again: “born to be cute, i dunno!”

you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like it’s nobody’s business

it’s so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie

this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now he’s basically freezing up and drooling

how many denied and ruined orgasms he’s gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way

you’ll lose count of it

and just how wet you’re gonna be

is a thing for the history books

taeyong isn’t such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talent

so great sex is obviously in his repertoire

i think you’re gonna break some records for most fucks per week

you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting

but taeyong gets down to business

one glance is enough

⌈ lucas

— motto: the hottest couple around.

ah, big boy

you really got this man’s attention

doing nothing much at all really

he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends

carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog

yeah boy that’s how you catch his eye

they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning

or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, he’s seeing stars and shit

anyway

the towering burger isn’t the only thing he wants

lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himself

with more good food, movies, games

fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out

he’s admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him

he’s not gonna say it’s a date he’s just gonna invite you just because

to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister

imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place

fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly

making you lose a round

obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins

mostly because he’s so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map

let’s just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyone’s butts and to see you have skinship with lucas

which is definitely a successful plan of the leader

yukhei is in paradise

jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home

don’t lie, you fell hard for him as well he’s just such a presence

emotionally, physically

a gentle but persistent giant

he’ll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows you’re interested

if there’s someone meant to be a boyfriend it’s gotta be him come on

he will cave in after a while and admit he can’t just forget about you

not gonna lie

your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots

his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets

when he sees lucas hanging out with you

with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that

looking like your guardian angel

man, xuxi really does

pulling you out of your slump that’s been going on for months

and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best

and big big hugs of course

you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you

he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it

because you deserve that treatment

which means he will come over very very often

yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there

underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you

yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isn’t messing around

his brain is like: “gotta be with her”

on repeat

he must call you, he literally can’t sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible

no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline

i really pity your ex

i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nuts

but lucas is a special case

he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him

i don’t wanna make this sound like a competition and yet — congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright

⌈ mark

— motto: two nerds in love.

how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean

with a tendency toward bean

and flicking the bean

you know

cutting right to the chase are we

mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can

and defeating his awkwardness

because if we know one thing it’s that he always strives to become better and better like he can’t help it

and isn’t afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew

how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit

back to the point mark doesn’t treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing

he does his best and always looks for room to improve

while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in

that’s very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other

lucky you

and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you

that’s so nice

he can play it while laying down and shit

while singing

not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading

we’ve heard how that sounds in the relay cam

are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh

mark will make it very clear he’ll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay

or actually, he’s a good bitch, don’t misunderstand

mark doesn’t have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned

he’s the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA with

having a good time

as often as his schedule permits

you really have to make use of your time together

this man might as well the busiest idol out there

and you are no different because birds of a feather

you’re both mr. and ms. independent

out and about very often

so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season

or wait mark always has a comeback going on

which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up for

which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperM

sm’s publicity agents have to work extra hard i’m telling you

a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need

since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well

but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto

who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed

in case you are feeling possessive as well...

...you might have to fistfight yuta

to be able to be with mark

who is basically property of osaka at this point

yuta is a scorpio that’s just the way it is

unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be mark’s wingman and see him date, live his best life

but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by

we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable

you have to promise in person that mark doesn’t forget about the holy gaming nights with yuta

which is hilarious since that’s not up to you but mark’s memory

bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat don’t sweat it too much

regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge

so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified

he doesn’t want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him

the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for movies

which will be appreciated but also cause a storm

mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the best

caught in the middle of mayhem is mark lee’s specialty what did you expect

this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line

yuta really is attached but who wouldn’t be

it could be worse mark has double the love you know

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you wanna know why i’m your candy?

baby tell me are you ridin’?

in fair verona where we lay our scene...

that baekhyun always wants to woo you — his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least — is never hard to miss

putting in effort is mochi default mode

no matter what stage of the relationship you’re in

he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because

probably singing ‘baby we can stay up’ and wiggling his ass in all directions because he’s a dirty boy gone wild

yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt

that’s good for him and everyone involved

you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy

you know how baekhyun is

at least nobody’s around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that

your little guy is one unhinged fella

if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out ‘singing in the rain’

you bet he can do some actual pole dance

he’s strong and bendy you know

and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls

in the rain

what a freaky man

but hey you wanna stay up for sure

doesn’t take long until you beckon him to come upstairs

where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothes—

oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you can’t be mad at it

he will play off all his hormonal antics

baekhyun is hilarious

and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake don’t worry

how do i know you’re an extra nsfw kinda person?

who else would like baekhyun

he says juicy things all the time

and does juicy things

yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed.

when baekhyun asks are you ridin’ you ask how hard

bruh

this is gonna be fun

and remember

beside handing you sacks of money

his priority is always to make you smile

i’m kidding about the bags but

baekhyun is so rich it’ll show in your relationship, but he’s more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle

baekhyun didn’t hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright

financial stability: important

luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together

but smiles: baekhyun priority

because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure

of course you do

you always reassure him with your reactions

it’s very important to him don’t underestimate it

baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up

so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles

anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping

because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined

and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied

taemin’s impact

superm isn’t short of bondage supplies we all know that

so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen

since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into

and take some pictures

privé is in trouble

bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene

you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him

heh — you think people will recognize him by his body?

nope

first: you only upload HD pictures that aren’t whitewashed

baekhyun is basically never photographed like that

second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend

and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades on

well what can i say

nothing is the way it seems

⌈ taemin

— motto: i’ll unfold a whole new world for you.

taemin is cocky, he’s sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know

least boring relationship ever

he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles

touch-starved taemin is a thing

kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often

might as well pepper him with it no problem

and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair

he’s smol he’s gonna fit into them don’t worry

and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy

who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard

working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over

a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle

taemin truly has the taste of a divo

multi-layered as always

so you couldn’t say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day

we love a complex man

what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close

because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partner

even if those facets might be contradictory

or something that’s felt shameful about

he will accept and listen anyway

the same goes for getting what drives you

taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests

point is he isn’t fooled by the surface of the world

he knows what has to be known

which also means your looks aren’t the part he prioritizes

and not even outward personality and habit is what he’s drawn to

it’s the mentality and values underneath

that’s true compatibility to him and he can feel it

he’s really really smart

and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think they’re nice to be around and vice versa

especially kai as taemin’s absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks you’re shady and you don’t like kai either

or if you’re permanently super awkward and taemin’s moodmaking doesn’t help

we have a problem

but fair enough

kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anyway

bff telepathy

in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!

because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct

so not to worry then

and it’s good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction y’know

cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day

here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life

without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only

but obviously don’t assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group

going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods

which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taemin’s favorite meal so

at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner

limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side

and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side

this is gonna be interesting

he puts the 6v6 in 69

equals 69v69 am i right

but i’m serious that’s gonna be a lot of oral action

you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot

and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed

taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is

ah when things go both ways

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years ago

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So...Misery style, how would you make Tomione work? (Or how would you do a Tomione story?)

Thanks, Anon, this might be harder than the Dramione one.

Well, again, to please my deranged captor, I'd likely follow the plot of your standard Tomione fic and hope it passes muster. "Oh yeah, Hermione's back in time and she's doing back and forth mind games with Tom and it's really intellectual." With any luck, my feet aren't smashed into oblivion.

But I think you're trying to get at what I would really do if I really had to write Tom/Hermione and I had to make it something I would read. At least, that seems to be the spirit of this ask.

So, we're going the thriller route people. A lot like Misery, actually.

Instead of Ginny, twelve-year-old Hermione picks up the diary. Like Ginny, Hermione quickly becomes besotted with Tom Riddle trapped inside. However, unlike Ginny, Hermione goes straight to the library and starts asking pesky questions.

Hermione's never heard of memories stored in objects before, the theory behind portraits and pensieves are completely different, what spells did Tom use and where did he find them? Did Tom Riddle invent an entirely new branch of magic at the age of 16 without anyone noticing? What was Tom's special service to the school?

Tom starts sweating when it becomes clear that Hermione's stumbling a bit too close to the truth (that this is not ordinary magic and highly dangerous shit) and that she's clearly going to start asking around about Tom Riddle (to Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid, who were all near Hogwarts at the same time Tom was going to school).

Tom confesses that he may have created the diary using something very... illegal. Hermione is appalled and asks if it was gasp dark magic! He admits it is but points out it's a bit late now, like it or not, he's stuck in the diary and running to Dumbledore isn't going to make that go away any time soon. And it wasn't like Tom asked to be shoved in a diary either.

Hermione's very conflicted, on the one hand, Tom's the first real intellectual friend she's ever had. Harry and Ron are nice, but they're morons and they thinks he's a nerd. Tom encourages her intellectual pursuits and confirms her concern over various what not and what have you happening in Hogwarts.

Eventually, Hermione decides that Tom in the diary can't help being a diary (though the other Tom, the real Tom, she'd have words with), and decides that she'll try to help him get a body.

Great, that's great, Tom says.

But it keeps getting worse.

Tom tries to possess Hermione, but unlike Ginny, Hermione knows that Tom is a dangerous, dark, artifact. If she's suffering negative health effects, losing her memory and ending up in the girl's lavatory, she's going to research this and decide that either a) she's suffering ill effects of using dark magic b) she just got possessed by Tom.

Either way, she tells him she can't use the diary anymore, it's affecting her health and she must research. Well, Hermione researching does Tom no fucking good, but he can't stop her.

The Chamber of Secrets, as a result, is never opened.

Instead, Hermione continues researching, and Harry and Ron... begin to get on her nerves. It's not like last year, there's no Flamel to research, no over-arching mystery, and they seem to be growing tired of her. In turn, Hermione's getting a little tired of quidditch, getting detention, etc.

She's a little tired of Hogwarts, if she's being honest with herself.

Hermione's now had a taste of having a friend who isn't there to simply use her brains. And it's very addicting. She decides not to tell Ron and Harry about Tom, they'd just get needlessly concerned (the irony of this isn't lost on her but what can you do)

In the end, she opens back up the diary, and point blank asks what Tom needs to get a body. Before Tom can tell her, Hermione lists out her own theories. Life cannot be created from nothing, golems and puppets cannot last in the long term, to get a real body... human sacrifice is on the table, isn't it?

Well shit, Tom thinks to himself. He tries to assure Hermione it isn't but ends up confessing that, well, yes, it kind of is.

They have another huge row about it, Hermione slams the diary shut, but the wheels in her brain are spinning.

Does anyone deserve to die?

Hermione, at first, adamantly tells herself the answer is no. No one deserves to be sacrificed. Tom's fate is cruel, but the original Tom made his bed and should lie in it. It's unfortunate, but that's just life. Not the diary's fault, of course, but nothing that can be helped.

But then she keeps thinking about it.

Malfoy struts through the school like a peacock, sneering every time he sees her, laughing every time Snape deducts points from her in Potions for being a 'smarmy know-it-all'. Every time he can get away with it he's shoving her in hallways, calling her a mudblood, and assuring her that she's worth less than the dirt beneath her feet.

She watches as Malfoy torments and bullies Harry, she looks at Draco's father, and she asks herself if the world would really be so much worse off if Draco Malfoy were to disappear?

Draco Malfoy's being groomed to use dark magic, he practically brags about it at every opportunity, why is his life worth more than Tom Riddle's, someone who has paid the price for dark magic?

Isn't Hermione, in a roundabout way, only giving Draco what he deserves? The fate he'd meet at some point in the not so distant future?

Draco does something phenomenally cruel and stupid to the trio, likely to Harry, and that settles it. Hermione's going to murder that motherfucker and get Tom Riddle a body.

Hermione tells Tom the plan, she's passing off the diary to Draco, she has her full blessing, her permission, and whatever help he requires from her to eat Draco Malfoy alive.

Tom is unwillingly impressed, he was a vicious gremlin as a twelve-year-old, but even he wasn't committing murder in cold blood.

Tom's not sure how he feels about murdering a Malfoy, that's bound to get noticed, but Hermione's unyielding. Draco Malfoy, or Hermione goes to Dumbledore.

So, Draco Malfoy it is.

The rest of the year is spent with Tom Riddle murdering Draco Malfoy and coming up with some excuse for his disappearance. The chamber isn't opened as Hermione reminds Tom that this would make it entirely too obvious who is behind this. Instead, Tom likely has Draco partake in increasingly erratic schemes to humiliate Harry Potter that end up endangering himself.

Near the end of school, Draco disappears into the Forbidden Forest to find acromantulas to put in Potter's bed and... never comes back.

A huge search is put on, Draco Malfoy is never found, and the acromantula infestation in the forest is now actively battled by ministry employees. Dumbledore is sacked as headmaster, Hagrid fired for having been responsible for the acromantulas in the first place, and Hogwarts is closed the following year.

Hermione is... conflicted about all of this. She certainly didn't mean to fire Hagrid (had no idea he was even remotely involved with the acromantulas) and certainly not Dumbledore. It wasn't Dumbledore's fault at all.

Tom, who is now a free man but has no idea what to do with himself, meets up with Hermione and points out that Dumbledore should have been sacked ages ago: he let kids get away with this stupidly dangerous shit and the year before actively endangered his students and lured a dark wizard into the castle. As for Hagrid, he raised a dragon illegally on school grounds, did release his pet acromantula into the wild, and more. They were terrible at their jobs.

Hermione, ever so reluctantly, agrees.

It's too bad though, Hagrid was very nice and Dumbledore's a great wizard (don't even get Tom started).

As for Tom, well, he had such dreams. Of course he planned to either meet up with his glorious self or (upon learning that Voldemort was blown up by a toddler) take the mantle of Voldemort for himself. But now that he's out, he has no idea where to start. Murder Harry Potter, certainly, but after that?

Tom only has the vaguest idea of who the original Death Eaters were, and they seem to have effectively scattered. More, how does he go about this? Sure, Tom had ideas when he was in school, but they were just ideas. He's never led a revolution before, has no idea how to impersonate an older, more knowledgeable, version of himself. He barely understands the political climate in this new, post-Voldemort, Britain.

Tom keeps hanging around Hermione because, well, inertia. He has no idea what else to do. (Hermione, while still torn over the consequences of her actions as well as the distant thought that she enabled murder, is quite delighted to have him around).

Tom tries to wheedle Harry's address out of Hermione and gets a lot more information than he bargained for. Harry lives with abusive muggle relatives, Dumbledore is apparently keeping him there, all of this sounds bizarre. Tom is officially weirded out.

Still wants to murder Harry, of course, but also wants to dig into this a little further...

And before this becomes a full on fic outline, eventually this will lead to the murder of Dumbledore, probably the murder of Ron when Ron inadvertently discovers 'the truth', Hermione telling Tom they're now an item, Tom trying to escape the relationship, only to learn there's no escaping Hermione.

Hermione becomes the next dark lord. Tom has no idea how this even happened.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #harry potter shipping #hermione granger #anti hermione granger #tom riddle #hermione/tom #anti hermione/tom #meta #headcanon #opinion #shipping

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bahorell · 3 years ago

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Les Amis (& co.) and the stuff they have on their walls

Enjolras: Pictures of his friends. I loved this idea so much I had to expand on it so it’s the shortest paragraph here but he’ll have his own post in a couple days I PROMISE

Combeferre: He has framed bugs!!! They are mostly moths but he also has some really rare expensive beetles that he’s gotten for Christmas. One winter break when he really had nothing going on he did a bunch of research on what all of the bugs were and has little hand-written pieces of paper taped to the wall underneath the bugs with all the info like a little MUSEUM OMG it’s literally the cutest thing. And if you’ve never been to his place before he makes you pick which one if your favorite.

Courfeyrac: Has a bunch of plants all over the walls. They’re so big that he has nails in the walls and any vining plants he’ll hang the vines on the walls so they look like they’re crawling up the walls. He also strategically places big plants like any trees he has or Monsteras in corners or next to dressers. He really doesn’t like putting too much stuff on his walls because he thinks it’s a lot of commitment. He doesn’t really have a lot of printed pictures of his friends and he doesn’t really have enough art to fill a wall space without making it look awkward.

Joly: Joly is one of those really really cool guys that glues and frames all of the puzzles he finishes. Every time he goes somewhere he’s never been before he’ll go into a little tourist shop and buy the biggest puzzle he can find (the more pieces the better). There’s a separate table in the living room that he sits at and works on his puzzle at while he watches Grey’s Anatomy. He’s always rearranging things because he likes everything to have a you know that feng shui so his walls have a bunch of nail holes in them. He’s also quickly running out of wall space because now his friends have started gifting him puzzles as well.

Jehan: Jehan LOVES to collect calendars! But not just like… monthly calendars. They have moon phase calendars, lunisolar calendars, a really really cool mayan calendar replica, a roman calendar, seasonal calendar for things like when to plant and harvest fruits and veggies!, a crystal calendar, a japanese calendar… They really like to look at how different things look from different perspectives. The months look different on a seasonal calendar than they do on a “standard” calendar. It reminds them that they have more control over their time than they think they do. Bousset: Movie posters!!!! He has posters of all his favorite movies but he really is a sucker for the movie posters that are in a retro style. He tries to make sure to buy frames for all of the posters he has because he doesn’t want them to get ruined. He’s scared not only because he has bad luck but because all of his friends are slobs and if they come over you know someone is going to somehow get beer or lasagna on the wall and some of the posters were like limited edition and he CANNOT have them ruined. He also dusts them p regularly.

Feuilly: Feuilly collects but also makes a bunch of wood art that he is very proud of. Usually when he makes something he’ll keep the first draft of it since it isn’t polished enough for him to feel like he can try to sell it. It’s not very often he can find Purple Heart stuff but when he does he really struggles to say no if it’s out of his budget. Also he has a few pieces of moss art that he ADORES

Bahorel: Collects a bunch of small random things that he finds. Pretty much he thinks if he CAN hang it on a wall that he SHOULD hang it on a wall. There’s art pieces, cards he’s gotten from people, business cards that have a cute design on them, he has a shit ton of command strips that hang things like lanyards, his go-to jackets for easy access, his towel when he doesn’t feel like walking back to the bathroom to hang it up after he’s showered. He also has like 5 sets of mini battery powered string lights that he leaves on whenever he’s not sleeping (he spends a lot of money on batteries)

Grantaire: His walls kinda work as his sketchbook when he’s home. He’s found that sometimes working on a vertical surface instead of a horizontal surface helps get the gears turning in his head. It makes him a little frustrated sometimes because he’ll have a whole piece that’s done on one of his walls and then he basically has to repeat yet and put it back on paper but it doesn’t feel the same. Since his walls are pretty much a free-for-all, all of the amis have painted something on them at some point. He tries not to paint over those spots but sometimes he has to.

Marius: Marius has a bunch of shadow boxes of stuff. Most of them are antique items like he has a shadow box that has about 50 unused boxes of matches that are from all over the world, he has a shadow box of antique flies for fly fishing. He’s never fly fished before but seeing the colors on the flies makes him want to try it at least once. He makes most of them himself also! He has one that has a bunch of wine corks in it that he had been collecting for awhile. And he has one that has one item from each Ami that he asked them to contribute to. His favorite tho is the shadow box that is filled with metal caps from soda bottles. It was the first one he made and a lot of the caps he got one summer he spent with his dad when he was a kid trying to find the best brand of soda for each flavor.

Eponine: Eponine doesn’t have a lot of stuff on her walls, she never really has but ever since she got her apartment and moved out of her parents place she got a few art pieces. They aren’t framed or anything, she always thinks that if something happens and she has to move out of her place that big framed art pieces will just be one more thing she has to worry about. It never happens and she’s accumulated enough pieces that eventually she saves up some money and gets most of them framed.

Cosette: When she was a kid her dad bought her a really beautiful wall quilt that she never took off her wall even if she was cold. They’re pretty expensive and she’s managed to collect a few other larger quilts but she also has signed up for classes at a local quilt shop and has a couple small little baby quilts she’s done as practice that she hung up. They make her so proud and she’s loved looking at how her skills have improved since she started!

Musichetta: Musichetta doesn’t have too much stuff on her walls. She has a couple pieces that are really pretty that she has framed, but one of her walls she doesn’t ever hang stuff on because a couple years ago she bought some super cool bright wallpaper that has a bunch of citrus fruits on it. It really adds a bunch of color to her apartment and even in the winter helps makes the place feel warm and bright.

Gavroche: Gav has two of his walls covered in chalkboard paint! He does his homework on them sometimes but mostly he uses them to draw little doodles. One of the walls he hasn’t touched in months because Feuilly and Grantaire worked together on a super big mural for it that took them like 3 days. Gav won’t ever erase it but he has bumped into it enough times that it’s getting pretty smudged. Plus he figures if he erases it they can just do another one. But because he has chalkboard walls he doesn’t really have anything else on his walls. He maybe has one or two pictures on the last wall that isn’t being taken up by chalkboard or closet doors.

#this was so much fun to do #tag yourself #I'm p proud of Joly's tbh #He very much seems like a puzzle guy #les mis #enjolras #combeferre #courfeyrac #jehan #joly #bousset #bahorel #feuilly #grantaire #marius #eponine #musichetta #cosette #gavroche

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shoichee · 4 years ago

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is it alright if i request hcs for midorima introducing his shy g/n s/o to the team (maybe they’re his lucky item for the day? i cant see his tsundere self introducing them volutarily) and midorima is being soft with them cause they’re a bit scared of the team??

I HEAR YA LOUD AND CLEAR, A VERY CUTE REQUEST, i gotchu fam <3

@knb-kreations

Midorima x shy!Reader

[Headcanons]

as a reserved individual himself, Midorima is not one to broadcast his relationship out to everyone, and this sentiment is only stronger when he knows that you’re even more introverted than himself

even so, after dating for a substantial amount of time, he wants to include you into his life and potential dream career in basketball… and that would entail bringing you to meet his inner circle of his friends teammates

the only problem (and the reason why he’s held off in introducing you to them for so long) is that his teammates can be quite rowdy (and have some… unique quirks? but Midorima isn’t really one to talk)… especially that Takao Kazunari

still, he never felt like he had to introduce you to them right away… when the right opportunity will present himself, he’ll do it

besides, you don’t seem in any rush to meet them anytime soon from the way you’d rather prefer spending your time with Midorima alone

well, until one day, the Oha Asa predictions presented that opportunity:

“Today, Cancers are in a unique situation from the rest! It seems like their luck can be quite stagnant or off the charts depending if they have their lucky item for today! Ready to hear it, everyone?! Today’s lucky item for Cancers isn’t a standard one! It may differ for every Cancer, and that’s the beauty of fate!~ Cancers should bring along with them something that they cherish the most! But be careful…! Cancers should also take care in making sure nothing happens to their lucky item today!”

Midorima, in hearing the prediction from his TV, flinches out of surprise, mostly because the first thing that came to his mind after hearing “most cherished” was you

but alas, he’s going to follow fate down to a T, with no exceptions

when he approaches you early morning, he tells you with the straightest face:

“(y/n)-san, according to the Oha Asa, you’re my lucky item today.”

“U-U-Uh… um, is… is that a pick-up line?”

“Hmph! As if I would stoop myself down to Takao’s level. The Oha Asa predicted it so, and I will not take any chances today.”

“Um… what do I have to do then?”

Midorima softens his gaze at you and mumbles, “Nothing really. Just stay by my side for the entirety of today.”

thankfully, today was a Saturday, so at least school wouldn’t be an obstacle between the two of you being separated

so here you are, tagging along with Midorima to do some mundane trips around the neighborhood

Midorima please… this is literally just a date but he refuses to acknowledge it as such

he still had basketball practice that evening though, so by then, it was time for him to go to the gym to start warmups

… but wait, that would mean he’d have to bring you there too…

“Ahem… you…” Midorima clears his throat. “Do you mind just sitting on the benches inside? There’s no need for you to make conversation if you do not wish to do so.”

“O-Of course!” you exclaim. “I… I wanna see you play too… even if it’s just practice, I-I hope your teammates won’t mind?”

“Well I’ll make sure they’ll mind their own business.”

“Would I really bring good luck to you by just sitting and watching you, Shintarou…? It’s hard to believe that the Oha Asa said that I’m… supposedly lucky?”

“The Oha Asa is never wrong,” he says confidently. “Besides, I don’t see it anything but an advantage when I know you’ll be here to provide support in your own way. After all, you do make the most out of your capabilities and do your best, nanodayo…”

Midorima makes sure to enter the gym first, with you tailing behind and taking shelter behind his broad back

even despite that, nothing could prepare you for the chaos inside

a basketball FLEW to you and nearly killed you if it wasn’t for the fact that Midorima easily stopped the ball in its projection

“Fools! Are you ever careful in shooting?!”

“Ah shut it! Not everyone’s like you, Midorima!”

“If you have that much energy complaining, then you have the energy to start warming up, rookie.”

Midorima sighs in response to their comments, but you’re behind him peeking out a bit and then ducking behind his back again when you saw how intimidating they were

“Wh-Whoa!! Shin-chan brought someone over?!”

“What?”

“Where?!”

“The brat brought someone over?!”

Takao immediately skips over to him and you, curiously peeking to see who Midorima, the ever-so serious and hardworking dude, brought to practice; it’s very rare that he’d bring his own Teiko ex-teammates along, let alone anyone unrelated to basketball

“Oh! Aren’t you (y/n)-chan?” Takao asks, tilting his head with a childish wonder

“O-Oh, um…” you reply, darting your eyes to Midorima before continuing. “It’s nice to meet you… I’ve heard a lot about you from Shintarou, Takao-kun.”

Midorima turns red and denies it to his breath as he hounds on Takao as an outlet for his embarrassment

Miyaji and Ōtsubo are peeved but lowkey curious about why Midorima brought you here, so they ask… to which Midorima replies:

“(y/n)-san is my lucky item for today, nanodayo.”

“Captain, can I throw my family’s pineapples at him??”

“Shin-chan, I’d normally laugh, but did you just label a person as an object?” (to which Midorima immediately interjects, “A-Absolutely not!!”)

“Alright, you little shit, you 1st-years are really getting on my nerves right now…”

“W-W-Wait…!” you exclaim, slightly stepping out from behind Midorima’s back. “Please don’t be mad at him… I wanted to watch too…” but when everyone’s attention immediately shoots to you, you squeak and hide behind his back again

from the way you clutch onto Midorima’s shirt from behind, Midorima immediately turns around to you with a soft tone of voice

“Hey, come on now… they’re not bad people, nanodayo. You know I’ll be there by your side if anything happens, (y/n)...”

everyone’s REALLY quiet hearing how Midorima talks to you, and they’re like WTF???? WHERE DID THIS SIDE EVEN COME FROM….?

only when Takao blows a slow whistle to break the silence does everyone break into quiet snickers, ready to make fun of Midorima to death about it

as Midorima gives you a short pat on the head and turns to walk to put down his duffel, all of his teammates follow him to give him those “playful” hits and slaps on the back and arms LMAOO some may have actually knocked his spine out of his body though ngl

you’re just standing there timidly, not knowing what to exactly do next, and Miyaji notices you and approaches you

“Oy,” he says with his usual rough tone of voice. “If you really wanna watch, you can sit over there. Don’t be in the way though.” He points to the specific bench, but softens his usual Spartan-like, harsh frown just a tad bit when he sees you cowering a bit

“Sorry… uh, (l/n)-san, right? Take care of the idiot for us.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Midorima immediately stalks over to the two of you, knowing full well how… scary Miyaji can be, and Miyaji’s frown comes back

“Huh? Nothing for you to be concerned about, rookie.” Miyaji KICKS Midorima to the court to start doing shooting drills and then turns to you like nothing happened

“W-Wait, Shintarou…?”

“He’ll be fine,” he sighs, ruffling his hair. “If he does anything stupid, let one of us know, alright?”

“He’s been, um, good to me.”

and Miyaji gives a little smile for the first time as a stamp of approval, and then he goes back to practice while you lightly skip to the bench… that smile MAY have convinced you that Midorima’s team wasn’t so scary after all

“Sooooo....” Takao says, jabbing Midorima’s ribs. “Your lucky item, eh?”

irk marks appear on Midorima’s head as he prepares to strangle Takao, only to remember you were watching him

“Ahem… (y/n) is my lucky item, regardless of what day or prediction.”

“Eurghh, that’s so sappy, what the fuck—”

“Shut up if you know what’s good for you, Takao.”

the entire team = your personal bodyguards for REAL, and it’s almost scary how every single teammate uses their own “softer” side when talking to you directly like… Midorima is now kinda regretting that he introduced you to them so late? he didn’t know that his teammates would be THAT considerate to you

especially Takao… he’d say a bunch of jokes to get you to laugh but he’d know EXACTLY when to back off and let you chill out??

the upperclassmen would be very polite and soft spoken with you?? like they all have their own respective younger siblings, so they’d definitely treat you like one

Kimura always offers you to taste-test his family’s produce for free, free of charge, zilch, nada

Midorima wonders if they like you better than him (spoiler alert: of course they do)

to get under Midorima’s nerves while you aren’t around, they’d always go, “Bro, where’s your lucky item???” in referring to you LMAOOO (Takao is ESPECIALLY guilty of this)

#submission #kagummypack #knb x reader #knb #knb headcanons #knb headcanon #knb fic #knb fics #knb fluff #midorima x reader #midorima shintarou #midorima shintaro #midorima shintarou x reader #kuroko no basket #shuutoku #shutoku basketball team

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twink-between-worlds · 3 years ago

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What headcanons do you have that you don't get to talk about?

note; i very much appreciate this because i have these all stored away and i need them out oh this is gonna get long, ill sort them by lu boy(the ones that actually have headcanons, at least) (just realised only like,,,3 of them have headcanons bc theyre my faves, oh lord);

Legend (we knew this was gonna happen); He's amazing at baking. Like, better-than-the-royal-chefs level of baking. He baked an apple pie for the chain once and now they won't eat any other apple pie, it was that good. He can sing really well, but he only ever sings the Ballad Of The Windfish. He can play a shit ton of instruments, not just the instruments of the sirens! Dude has amazing eyeliner game. Really, he's good at it. He actually has long hair, he just braids it and tucks it into his hat. He has a tattoo for each adventure he's been on, and he also has some sentimental tattoos. He and Ravio match items. Standard for a married couple. He's got severe anxiety, along with ADHD and he's on the lower end of the autism spectrum. Man will hyperfixate on things as simple as a colour. He loves bees!! and bees love him back!! he's a bee magnet. He grows flowers, fruits, vegetables...he only ever needs to buy ingredients for things he cant grow The tip of his right ear is missing, it got sliced off and he says it looks cool. He's lactose intolerant but that doesn't stop him.

Four; Dancing!! He loves it!! Part of him is a ball of energy, dancing burns that off very quick He has four (smaller) scars on his face, each one belonging to a colour. The scar on his lip is from Red, the scar on his nose is from Blue, the scar on his cheek is from Green, and the scar just under his eye is from Vio! He loves the taste of honey, it calms him down. He doesn't like the bees that make it, though, because he's allergic to bees. He'll sometimes just,,,starfish out in some grass and stare up at the sky. If it's daytime, he'll count the clouds, if it's nighttime, he'll stargaze. He's very expressive because of the colours His eyes change colour to match whatever colour is controlling the body. His favourite animal is a cat, simply because they remind him of Shadow. He grew his hair out because he kept seeing Shadow in the mirror when he had short hair. He loves painting, if he wasn't a blacksmith he thinks he'd be a painter. Out of all the seasons, he loves Fall the most. He tends to paint his nails black to feel like Shadow's with him. Vio has glasses, and whenever Vio is in control, Four needs to wear glasses too. The colours are all on different ends of the autism spectrum.

Twilight; A lot more feral than everyone wants to believe. Responsibility who? He has sharp canine teeth for obvious reasons. His hair is dyed brown! He loves any and all animals, it doesn't matter He's always telling Wild that he's proud of him, the kid needs it. He also has autism, because my autistic ass is projecting. He's strong, but Shad can pick him up easily. Twilight's good at wood carving. He chews on bones. we discussed this. He mauls things. also discussed. He chews on his hair sometimes, or his necklace. He can outdrink the entire chain. Twilight blacks out after two pints but is entirely coherent and doesn't even sound drunk. He has green eyes, fight me on this. He's a big brother to every kid in Castle Town. He's a total fucking nerd and honestly he isn't ashamed of it. He has more piercings than he lets on. well thats,,,all i have. man i need to find headcanons for the others.

#vio answers #lu four #lu twilight #lu legend #lu headcanon

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disgruntledspacedad · 4 years ago

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The Rules of Engagement (5/5)

part of the The Better Love Series

pairing: Javier Peña x fem reader/ofc (Ears)

summary: (slow-burn, sexual tension, angst, a little bit of h/c in later chapters) He’s a DEA agent. You work for Centra Spike. Peña’s not your boss, exactly, but you’ve been fwb long enough that certain people are starting to think of you as An Item, and that just won’t do.

words: 5.7k

warnings: 18+ - drugs, violence, language, alcohol, smut.

a/n: many many notes at the end. unbeta’d as always.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

MASTERLIST

Javi clicks off the radio as soon as the car starts, and you spend the first half of the ride in silence. For a while, he seems to be focused intently on driving, but you know him well enough to see the wheels turning in his head. Sunglasses hide his eyes, but still, there’s something about that little frown that suggests that his thoughts are far from lunchtime traffic.

It doesn’t bother you - your mind really isn’t on the road, either.

“I can’t figure it out.” You’re startled to find that it’s your voice breaking the silence.

“Can’t figure out what?” Javi takes a deep drag from his cigarette. He’s still not looking at you.

“Who did this, and why.” You swallow past the emotion that wells in your throat, firmly redirecting your thoughts to facts and evidence. “It wasn’t an accident, Peña, I’m ruling that out now. Somebody planted a bomb in Emilio’s store.”

Javi purses his lips tightly.

“And call me crazy, but I can’t help but think that it has something to do with Escobar.” Your voice is rising now as you warm to the argument. “Like, this is his MO, right? Bombing civilian small business, terrorism, chaos…” you trail off, furrowing your brow as you rest your forehead against the cool window. “Just… why here? Why Bogotá?”

Why Emilio?

Javi’s face freezes. He’s quiet for a long time. You watch him warily from the corner of your eye. To the casual observer, he’s all calm stoicism, snuffing his cigarette and reaching both hands to finger the steering wheel. But you know better - you read the subtle stiffness in his shoulders, the carefully shuttered expression, the white knuckle grip that suggests that he’s far more stressed than he’s letting on.

Something wild throbs in your chest and you have a sudden, irrational suspicion that he might know more than he’s saying. The moment stretches, and just as you’re ready to panic, Javi huffs a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know,” he admits in a low voice, and the bubble of uncertainty shatters. “But I’m going to find out.”

There’s something cold in his tone, a controlled, a calculated malice that threatens vengeance, and you rest your forehead against the window, wondering at the profound sense of reassurance you draw from his words.

Out of nowhere, a truck swerves in front of you, and Javi leans hard on the horn, cursing and flipping off the driver out the window as you weave past him.

You can’t help a small smile at that - Javier Peña, taking out his worries on the unassuming drivers of Bogotá.

Again, silence stretches between you.

“I think it’s time you told me about your morning.” Javi’s voice is soft, but still, you know it’s not a request.

“There’s not much to tell,” you confess. Again, not entirely true, but you haven’t even begun to process it all, and the details are overwhelming to contemplate. “I volunteered to stay over at headquarters. They wouldn’t put me in the air two nights in a row, but still, I wanted to know what was happening.”

His lips twitch at this.

“It was quiet. I left around seven, I think. I’m not entirely sure. Figured somebody would call me with news. And then…” You pause, swallowing hard. “I was almost home. At the corner of 70.”

You remember waving to Emilio, the way his eyes had lit up when he’d spotted you, his toothy grin. He’d been so proud, introducing you to that guaro.You blink, bracing yourself against the yawning pit of grief that threatens to open in your chest. Not now. Please.

“Then the store exploded.”

You and Javi draw a deep breath at the same time. The ensuing silence is stifling.

“Then what?” he prompts you gently.

You glance up, noticing that he’s parked the car. Neither of you move.

“I stumbled back,” you continue haltingly. You just want this conversation to be over. “It’s all kind of a blur, from there. It was really weird, like… like being in a time warp, or something.”

He nods grimly, like he understands.

“I decided to go to your place…” you’re nervous, confessing this part to him. As tense as he is, as awkward as things have been, any reference of your previous liaisons feels like stirring hot shit with a stick. “I just, I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You didn’t wait for the police to arrive?”

Desperation and indignation rise in you. “Javi, I’d just witnessed my fucking apartment go up in flames, okay? Excuse me if I didn’t perform to your exacting standards!”

He presses his lips together in a firm line, and oh, fuck. You realize that you’ve just called him by his name again - something you’ve made a point not to do since that horrible morning in the shower.

Ugh.

You drop bonelessly against the passenger seat, all of the fight leaking from you. This fucking day… god, just, fuck this day.

“I’m sorry.” Javi’s voice is so whisper-quiet that it almost doesn’t register.

You take three deep breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out.

“It’s fine,” you say, once you’re grounded again. “But I’m - I’m just done talking, okay?”

“Yeah.” Javi opens his door with a deep sigh. “Okay.”

♠

Javi lets you in, and you go straight for the sofa, settling awkwardly with your hands in your lap.

God, now what? You’re right back where you started - no home, no job to do, and no answers. Exhaustion and helpless resignation swallow you whole, and you sit like that for a long moment, staring into the middle distance and fighting the urge to rest your head in your hands.

After a while - you’re not sure how long - you notice the absolute silence permeating the apartment. Javi hasn’t moved, hasn’t spoken. You’d totally forgotten he was there.

You glance up.

He’s draped against the front door with his arms folded defensively across his chest, frowning fiercely at nothing.

“Hey.” You aren’t aware that you’ve moved until you’re standing in front of him.

His eyes flutter shut and he exhales, long and slow, tilting his head back against the door so that he’s facing the ceiling, and okay, now you’re seriously freaked out.

“Javi?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” he whispers.

“Can’t do what?”

He grimaces like the sound of your voice is painful. “Please don’t make me.”

You take a half step closer, alarm bells screaming in your head. You have never, ever heard this man beg, not once in all the time you’ve spent together. “Don’t make you… Javi, what?”

His gaze flicks to yours, and you suck a sharp breath.

Javi looks absolutely wrecked. His eyes are wide and dark, brow furrowed deep, and he’s staring at you with so much longing in his expression that little sparks of electricity go zipping across your skin.

“God, Ears, baby, I was there,” he rasps. He takes one quick little step forward, as if to reach for you. “I went to your place as soon as I heard, as soon as the plane landed…”

You brain skitters to a stop.

Oh, Christ. He hadn’t told you that. You don’t even have time to wonder about it, though, because Javi is still speaking, words pouring out of him as if revisiting the memory has cracked him wide open.

“And it, it was a fucking crater, okay? And nobody had seen you, nobody had heard anything, and they had the fucking - the fucking body bags -” His voice cracks, and he presses his fists to his eyes, as if to hide his face while he gathers himself.

Horror floods you. You’re starting to put it all together now. You’d been so distracted by your own terrible day that you’d not once thought to ask about Javi’s. You imagine him at the bomb site, picking his way through ash and rubble, flashing his badge at firemen and emergency responders, firing off questions, watching them load up body bags…

Oh, fuck.

Javi shakes his head sharply, as if dispersing the memories, and when he looks up, his eyes are red-rimmed and wet. “Querida,” he breathes, pinning you with an expression of open desperation. “I thought I’d lost you.”

Oh.

It takes a lot to scare Javier Peña. You know this. He’s a fearless man. He has to be.

But this morning, Javi had been terrified. You recall his voice over the phone, tense and clipped, the blustered sigh of profound relief, the clattering footsteps as he’d raced up the steps, his eyes, not quick and efficient, but frantic as he’d taken you in, alive and healthy and wearing his clothes.

“I’m right here,” you whisper, unable to articulate just how profoundly you mean that. You’re still reeling from the implications of it all.

“I know,” Javi chokes. He blinks hard, almost like he’s baffled by it. “You’ve been right here the whole time.” He hitches a breath. “And goddammit, baby, I can’t sit here and listen to you say my name without wondering what the hell else I’m losing.”

Reality shifts and realigns in an instant. Fear and disbelief give way to fierce longing, and your voice comes out as a choked whisper. “Come here.”

Javi does, haltingly at first, as if wondering if you really mean it. You fall into his arms, and he pulls you close, reverently, as if you are the most precious thing in the world. He presses his forehead carefully to yours, catching your jawline with his palms and threading his fingers through your hair.

“God, baby,” he rasps. “When I saw you… When I heard your voice…”

“I’m okay,” you remind him, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “I’m okay.”

He sighs deeply, and a bubble of tension you weren’t even aware of bursts at the sound. You melt into him, and he holds you tightly for a long, long time, swaying your bodies gently back and forth, your head tucked against his chest.

You tilt your face to him, pressing your lips to his skin, and he huffs brokenly, his body still wrapped around yours like he’s reluctant to create any space between you. He’s shaking as he takes your face in his hands, pausing just long enough to fix you with a wild-eyed, pleading glance.

“Okay?” he breathes.

“God, yes,” you gasp. “Yes.”

And just like that, Javi’s kissing you like a man without air, awkward and starving, catching the back of your neck with one hand, the other roaming beneath your shirt to stroke at your ribcage.

There’s nothing gentle about it. A month’s worth of desperation has been building in both of you, and now, Javi’s frantically mapping your body with his lips and tongue, peppering little licks and kisses and soft nips down your jaw and neck while you scramble awkwardly for the buttons of his shirt. You struggle to keep your fingers under control as one gigantic hand finds your ass and squeezes. You gasp, inadvertently popping his last button.

Damn, you liked that shirt.

Undeterred, you push it aside, finally free to explore his chest and back and belly for the first time in far too long. Javi’s skin is warm beneath your fingertips, his body smooth muscle and soft heat as he leans into you. His hands are snaking beneath your shirt now, one brushing the bare skin of your torso as it wanders up to grasp at your bra, the other gripping at the hollow of your hips. You arch into his touch, groaning low into his mouth, and he bucks in response, cock straining at his jeans, denim deliciously rough against your palm.

“What do you want, baby?” he gasps into the hollow of your throat. Those gorgeous hands have migrated back to your ass now, clutching with a greediness that leaves you panting.

“Just…” God, you can’t even think, your brain flickering in and out, overloaded with pleasure and pent up emotion and Javier Peña. “Just you, Javi. Now. Please.”

He whimpers, his erection digging rock-hard into your belly, and the sound nearly brings you to your knees - cool, collected, suave Javier Peña, keening for you.

Javi hikes you up so quickly that you yelp, hips pinning you as he drives you into the wall. You brace yourself for impact, but he’s already anticipated that - one hand cups the back of your head, cradling you protectively, the other reaching past your thighs to clench at your pussy.

You moan, rocking into him, bracing your elbows against the wall to grant him access. You shimmy your hips, and he hitches your skirt up with a fist, dragging your soaking panties to the side as he buries his fingers inside you.

“Oh,” you gasp.

Javi’s fingers pulse deep into your core, once, and then again, that come-hither curl of them driving you wild as he pumps through your juices. You scramble back, opening yourself as best you can with your limited mobility as he presses his knee beneath your leg to hold you in place.

God fucking damn, there’s something about being pinned to the wall by this man that leaves you trembling and leaking.

Groaning, Javi sinks his mouth onto yours, and you arch up to meet him, sucking sloppily on his lips, his stubbled jaw, whatever you can get to. You tug his hair hard, mostly for leverage, and he gasps, throwing his head back in a way that allows you access to his neck. You love Javi’s neck - it’s delicious, all fascinating gentle dips between tight tendons, and you relish the opportunity to explore each of its arcs and hollows with your tongue.

He shudders as you nip and suck and bite at him, grinding your body against his as you clench your legs around his waist.

You’re both panting at this point, skin slick with sweat. It’s hard to know where you end and Javi begins, but it’s so, so good, feral and desperate and heated, and somehow, he’s still managing to pulse his thumb at your clit. The motion sets a fucking fire in you, slow, deep waves of hot pressure building in your core.

“More, Javi,” you beg against his clavicle, shimmying your hips against his hand. Any other day, you’d be content to stay here, caught between him and the wall as he wrings your orgasm from you with the pads of his fingers. But there’s something else building in you, a desperation that has both nothing and everything to do with physical release, and you just need him closer. “I- I need -”

Javi growls, gently dropping you to the floor as he shucks out of his jeans. You help him along with trembling fingers, giggling incoherently as your heads brush clumsily in your haste. You take the opportunity to shrug out of your shirt and bra, and then Javi’s pinning you with a gaze that’s almost predatory, dark enough to send shivers of anticipation curling down your spine.

You back against the wall and raise a brow, daring him to come get you.

He does, hoisting you up easily - he really is stronger than he looks. One knee hikes beneath your thigh, his opposite hand clenched behind your ass, thumb digging deep into the hollow of your hip. You absently notice that he’s once again braced his opposite hand between your head and the wall, threading his fingers through your loosened braid, but you don’t have time to consider it, because he’s thrusting into you, quick, shallow pumps that leave you gasping for air.

It’s mind-blowingly amazing, and a wild, wanton part of you wonders why the hell you haven’t done this before - just kick off your clothes and go at it like animals in the hallway. You sink deeper onto him, angling your hips just-so, and oh fucking christ, he’s rubbing right against your clit, hard and fast and sloppy in the very best way.

You throw your head back, spasming around him, scrabbling at his shoulders for purchase. He’s still wearing his fucking shirt, and you cling to its open edges with enough force to rip. Javi hisses, rhythm faltering as he slips from you. For a moment, you pause like that, him holding you with shaking thighs, your lungs and skin burning, heaving breaths mingling hot on each other’s faces, but then he’s realigning himself, shifting his angle a little. You shimmy up the wall, desperate to accommodate.

The second round is even more brutal than the first, choppy and shallow. Your abs are burning; it’s a difficult position to maintain, but that familiar fullness is building achingly delicious in your core, so you hold out, gasping. Javi’s breathing raggedly, sweat dripping from his forehead as he presses it against yours, eyes wide and unfocused as he thrusts into you.

He’s trembling with exertion.

“Fuck!” He’s slipped again. You sink to the floor, reaching for his wrist. He looks at you, face twisted in a resentful snarl.

“Javi,” you gasp, kissing him before he can react. What you’re doing is hot as fuck, but it’s not working right now. You’re both too tired, too desperate and shaky, and you need release. “Take me to bed.”

“Hmm,” he moans into your mouth. It must be agreement, because pulls back - you shudder at the loss of contact - and then hoists you over his shoulder in a move that makes your head spin. You giggle a little, breathless and giddy and almost incoherent with need.

Javi carries you through the apartment like that, you clinging to him like a koala bear with your legs locked around his waist and your head draped over his shoulder. He drops you lopsided on his unmade bed. Automatically, you flop over onto your stomach and gather your knees to your chest, remembering how he loves to take you from behind.

“No,” his voice is strained. A hand, surprisingly gentle, tugs at your shoulder, and you go with it, twisting so that you’re on your back again, sideways in the bed. “I need…” Javi’s panting, dark eyes burning a hole in you. “I need to see you, baby.” His voice breaks, his expression vulnerable, almost apologetic.

A rush of affection overtakes you, and you reach for him, pulling him close for another deep kiss. Javi straddles you, palming himself in preparation, and you have the foresight to shove a pillow under your ass - if you’re going to be doing this face to face, then you want him as deep as possible.

When you glance up, he’s watching you open-mouthed, absently tugging at his leaking cock like he just can’t help it.

God, he’s beautiful.

He sucks a startled breath, looking at you in wide-eyed wonder, and oh fuck. You’d said that out loud.

“Javi,” you whine, yanking him closer. You don’t have time to feel awkward, goddammit. You just need him. For real. Inside you. Right now.

You both shudder as he sinks deep into you. He stays still for a moment, and you clench against him desperately, urging him to move, dammit, but he’s holding off.

“Baby,” he rasps, glancing down at you, red-faced. “I’m not - I’m not going to last.”

That confession alone makes something swell tightly in you, and you buck your hips in response. “It’s okay,” you rasp, trying hard be good, to hold still, to not overwhelm him. “I won’t, either.”

He rocks against you, a tiny pulse, just enough to fucking tease, but it must be an unconscious thing, because he’s still looking you in the eye like he’s afraid you’ll reject him, or condemn him.

“Javi, please,” you keen, patience thoroughly spent. You reach up, digging your fingers into his shoulder blades and tugging hard. “I don’t care. I just need you. All of you.”

That gets him moving.

Javi rocks against you, setting up an achingly slow, almost careful rhythm, his left hand still cradled around the back of your neck to brace your head as he draws himself to the hilt, then nearly all the way out again. It’s gentle and sweet, but dammit, you want more. You pull your knees to his elbows to encourage him deeper, digging your heels into his back. Javi gets the message, because he twitches and groans, curling around your body and bracing himself against your shoulders, abruptly driving into you with a force that punches the air from your lungs - hard, fast, and deliciously brutal.

It’s exactly what you need.

You curl up against his chest, abs burning as you glance past your breasts to the place where your bodies are connected. The edges of his open shirt skim the sensitive skin of your ribcage, framing the view and drowning you in more sensation. Heat is pooling in you, tension building and sparking and curling your toes. There’s something surreal and wonderful about watching yourselves work in tandem, his hips and yours, pulsing and perfect.

Javi shudders, and you drag your eyes back to his face, not daring to miss a moment. Fuck, he’s gorgeous, and that expression alone, that little purse-lipped grimace of pleasure, is enough to drive you to the edge. Controlled, careful, restrained Javier Peña coming undone for you, rattled for you, staring at you like it hurts to draw a fucking breath in your presence… goddamn, you twisted little shit, you’re really liking that.

His rhythm is faltering now, thighs clenching erratically, breath coming in ragged little pants. You know that he’s close.

You reach up to stroke his cheek. “Javi,” you whisper. His eyes find yours, glossy and wild. His mouth is open, his brow furrowed. “It’s okay, baby,” you tell him. He trembles in response, a full body shudder, his eyes flickering shut.

“It’s okay. Let go.”

His breath hitches, and he bucks wildly, collapsing against your chest with a low, broken groan. The hot heaviness of him pulsing into you releases a shockwave of pleasure down you spine. You gasp as your core clenches, spreading his heat, but it’s not quite enough, you’re not quite ready, and you grit your teeth at the loss of friction as he softens inside you.

You watch his face twitch, relief and ecstasy and something else, something fierce and sharp that you can’t possibly name.

You groan, reaching your fingers down to your core, battering against him. You tug at your clit, index finger tap-dancing in that perfect circular motion that sends you straight over the edge as Javi flops bonelessly beside you.

Desperate for contact, you sink into him, still working to salvage that orgasm, concentrating hard on the rapid rise and fall of his ribcage with each chugging breath, the heat of his body wrapped around you like a second skin. His eyes flutter open, and there’s a look of quiet desperation on his face.

“I’m sorry,” he babbles, reaching for you with wide eyes. “Babe, I -”

“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” you reassure him, batting his hand aside with your elbow before he can interfere. The waves are crescendoing now, almost painful in their intensity. You’re so fucking close, words and reason are beyond you. “S’okay, Jav, I’m close… I just need… need you to…. “

“What do you need, baby? Anything.”

“Just - just be here.”

Javi inhales sharply, then gathers you closer to him. “Yeah,” he murmurs, resting his face in the crook of your neck, peppering you with the softest of kisses. One hand rests firmly on your head, its thumb working little circles on your uninjured temple, the other trailing down your body to splay at the sensitive underside of your belly. “I’m here, baby,” he whispers raggedly into your ear. “I’m here.”

Oh god, oh god. The pressure fucking hurts, burning in your toes, clenching in your core, and just when you think that you’re useless today, that sex is absolute bullshit and you can’t possibly take anymore, that -

“You’re so… my god, baby, you’re fucking perfect.”

It’s not Javi’s tone, broken as is is. It’s the frankness of the confession, the rawness. Javier Peña is not a sweet talker, especially not in bed. He’s not pandering to you. It’s more like the words have been dragged from him at gunpoint, pulled from the very deepest recesses of his subconscious, and it’s that honesty, that awed, reverent authenticity, that drives you over the edge.

It all happens in an instant. The bubble of tension in your core bursts abruptly, and you come with a choked gasp, mind blinking in and out as you ride out wave after wave of sweet relief. Javi is with you the whole time, cradling you in his arms as you shatter.

It’s not the longest orgasm you’ve had, or even the most intense, but there’s something about him holding you, about sharing the same skin and air and listening to him murmur sweetly in your ear, that transcends any release you've ever experienced. You ride the waves of your orgasm, swearing to the heavens that you’re breaking apart, and somehow, you’re taking Javi with you like you never have before, splintering and reconverging in a way that’s intimate and vulnerable and precious beyond words.

You come back to reality, breathless and trembling, and the first thing you notice is Javi staring at you with something like reverence in his expression.

“Hey,” he breathes, running a gentle finger down your cheek.

“Mmm,” you curl into his chest, just breathing him in, all warm, sticky skin and stale cigarette and perfect man.

You stay that way for a long time.

“I missed you,” Javi whispers hoarsely, pressing soft lips against your ear.

“I know,” you choke, because you do. That rush of clarity that had effused you in the front hallway is only more potent now. You and Javi had been dancing around each other for months, each of you too stubborn and too afraid to admit to the other that your feelings ran so much deeper than you let on. It’s so obvious now, how stupid you’d both been, and how much you’d missed by being stupid.

You’re horrified to feel tears tracking down your cheeks. God, reality has caught up with you all at once, exhaustion and fear and horror and relief all snarled up with post-coital vulnerability, and you curl deeper into Javi, tucking your face down in an effort to hide.

He notices, though. He always notices. “Baby?” Javi tilts your face up, tracking over you with concerned, dark eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Exposure turns your tears to choked sobs, and it’s all you can do to speak. “I’m fine,” you gasp, and it’s both the truth and a lie. You’ve never felt safer than you feel now, or more connected to another human than you are to Javier Peña in this moment.

And that’s the thing. There’s still so much left to say. So many emotions, so many worries, so much grief. It all wars for dominance in you, everything at once, and you’re not even sure what the fuck you’re crying about until all of the sudden, you’re choking on words.

“Emilio,” you gasp. “He - he -”

Javi draws a sharp breath of understanding, wrapping strong arms around you as you cry.

“He was… he was gone… and there was nothing I could do!”

“Oh, baby,” Javi murmurs into your ear, rubbing tiny circles into the bare skin of your back. “I know. I know. I’m so, so sorry.”

“And, and…” You’re sobbing so hard that your chest burns, and it’s all you can do to breathe, but the dam has burst, and it’s all coming out now, whether you want it to or not. “Oh, god, Javi, I missed you, too.”

He chuckles a little at that, peppering your forehead with gentle kisses and thumbing the tears from your cheeks.

“Steve was right,” he confesses, tucking your head under his chin. “We’re both idiots.”

This startles a wet giggle from you. You imagine Murphy confronting Javi like he’d confronted you, red-faced and indignant and insisting that you both deserve one another. “Yeah,” you sniffle through your tears. “He was.”

“He’ll be insufferable about it, too.” Javi’s holding your hand now, the pad of his thumb rubbing back and forth, back and forth over your knuckles. You sigh breathily into his chest, crying until your sobs turn to shudders, and then finally, until you’re wrung raw and thoroughly exhausted.

Javi holds you the whole time.

You exhale raggedly, noticing for the first time just how slimy you are. “Ugh, gross,” you mutter, covering your face with your hand as you draw away from Javi, horrified.

Jesus Christ, if you’d just slung snot all over Javier Peña’s bare chest… god, you think you won’t survive the humiliation.

But Javi doesn’t seem bothered. He sits up, glancing around his bedroom for a tissue. Finding nothing, he shrugs out of his shirt, offering it to you silently.

You stare at it, then him.

“What?” he asks, incredulous. He’s still holding out the shirt, eyebrow cocked as if to question why you won’t just take it.

“Nothing,” you say. And that’s a lie. There’s something so uniquely Javi about the gesture, wanting you to wipe your nose with the shirt off his back. But that’s just him - genuine, resourceful, efficient. It’s cute and perfect and ridiculous, and it makes your chest swell and ache.

But you can’t quite put all of that into words right now, and you know he wouldn’t understand even if you tried, so you take the shirt from him with a grateful smile and blow your nose in it like a goddamn heathen.

Javi wads it in a tight ball when you’re finished, chunking it unceremoniously on the floor.

You roll your eyes, and he smirks at you, squeezing your hand as he climbs out of bed. After his cigarettes, you think. “Pretty sure you dropped them on the kitchen floor,” you call after him.

“Yup,” he verifies from the hallway.

You take the opportunity to duck into the bathroom and clean up, and by the time you’re done, Javi’s waiting for you, propped up against the headboard with his eyes shut, smoke curling from his mouth. He pats the bed beside him, not looking up, and you snuggle under his arm, sighing contentedly.

This is new, the cuddling, sharing his bed, burrowing against his side as he smokes, and you savor every detail. His skin is still slick with cooling sweat, and you can hear his heartbeat beneath his ribs where your head rests, slow and steady. Neither of you need to speak, each just drawing comfort from the presence of the other.

Afterglow, you decide, is a very good word for it.

“Javi?” you ask after a long, long time.

“Yeah?” he whispers. You wonder if he thought you were asleep.

“What is this?” You wave your hand, indicating the tiny space between his chest and yours. You know what it looks like, and you know what it is for you, but you can’t stand the thought of leaving anything uncertain between you, not after all of this.

Javi takes a deep drag of his cigarette. He holds that breath for a long time, but the silence doesn’t scare you, not anymore. That’s just Javi’s thinking face, the one you know so well.

After a while, Javi turns to face you fully. “This is me,” he starts slowly, reaching for your hands and lifting them to his chest, “deciding that I’m not going to miss any more opportunities.”

Your breath catches. That sounds - well, coming from Javier Peña, it sounds an awful lot like a vow.

“I’m all in, Ears.” Javi kisses each of your hands in turn. “If that’s okay with you.” He glances up almost hesitantly, the question burning in his eyes.

There’s something about the gravitas of the delivery that hints that his words are more than they seem. Javi’s gaze is pinned to yours, dark and serious, and a shiver runs down your spine. You might be lacking some context, but Javi’s resolve is impossible to miss.

You consider it for only half a second. You’ve known for a long time now that there’s a lot more at stake in Colombia than just your career. Hell, you’d known that from the moment you let Javi walk away from your apartment for the first time. And he’s made his position pretty clear, too. You bite back a loopy grin as you remember him blowing past Martinez at headquarters.

Yeah, there’s no salvaging this secret.

"All in," you say, gripping his hands tightly and wishing you could be half as eloquent and intense and awesome as he is. “I like the way that sounds.”

It’s the honest truth.

Javi breaks out into a soft smile that shows off that single dimple, leaning down and pressing his lips to your forehead. “Looks like we’re on the same page, then.”

“Yeah,” you try to answer, just as you are interrupted by a huge yawn.

Javi snorts. “Go to sleep, Ears,” he says fondly, pointedly throwing back the bed covers. You shoot him a petulant frown, and he rolls his eyes, undeterred. “Seriously, baby. This is just getting stupid now.”

“Whole day is stupid,” you mutter darkly as you climb under the blankets - not because he told you to, but because you want to.

“Oh really?” Javi teases. “The whole day?”

“Well,” you pretend to contemplate. “Guess the sex was alright.” You grin wolfishly at him from beneath the covers.

His response does not disappoint. “Alright?” He presses a hand to his chest, wounded. “Christ, baby, kick a man while he’s down.” He side-eyes you, frowning. “Guess I really do need to up my game, huh?”

“Your words, Jav,” you mumble. The full force of your exhaustion has hit you with a vengeance, and talking is hard.

“I will make it up to you baby,” he growls in your ear, suddenly serious. “You know I will.”

“Mmhmm,” you sigh. Any other time, that voice would have gone straight to your core, but now, not so much. “I do.”

“Good.” He drops a kiss on your nose, then slips out of the bed. The loss of his body heat is enough to draw you out of your stupor, just for a moment.

“Stay?” you call pathetically, just as the lamp flicks off.

Oh.

Javi settles back in beside you, wrapping his arms around your chest and nuzzling into the back of your neck with his nose. “Yeah, babe,” he whispers into your ear as you finally, finally drift off. “Not going anywhere.”

♠

Author notes/ confessions:

Whew, and that’s a wrap. Big, big notes here guys. I am incapable of being brief, apparently.

First, I know a lot of you are chomping at the bits to know who the fuck bombed Ears’ apartment. I tried to place a few little clues here and there, but ROE takes place sometime between 2.06 and 2.07. To summarize, Los Pepes, the vigilante group targeting Escobar, is funded by the Cali cartel. In retaliation, Escobar starts bombing Cali cartel owned business - their drug stores in particular. This really heated up in Bogotá around December 1992, which is when ROE ends.

Now, here’s the fun thing - Javi is absolutely already working with Los Pepes at this point - a relationship he initiated during the month that he and Ears were on the outs. Ears’ intuition in the car is correct - Javi does know, or suspect, more than he’s saying. This is a major plot point for a story that I have in the pipeline, but working that in here - god, guys, that’s too much, and ROE needed to end like 10k words ago, honestly.

That being said, if anybody has interest in being a beta, or just letting me scream ideas at them, hit me up. This little “one shot” has turned into a full blown universe in my brain, and these ideas are dying to get out.

The sex. Yeah, I know the sex isn’t great, but I wanted it that way. It was a strange choice on my part, both for Javi’s character and as a first foray into writing smut, but it just seemed appropriate. Sex is rarely ever as mind-blowing as depicted in fic, and besides, these two have had lots and lots of perfect sex. They’re a pretty equal match in that department, but this time is different. I wanted to put the emotions on display, rather than the physicality. It just makes sense that this time would be rushed, desperate, and messy. They are both emotionally and physically exhausted. Also, I really, really wanted to come full circle from the shower scene, where Ears never gets her completion, and also the scene on the sofa when Ears comforts Javi after a terrible day by saying, “I’m here.” There’s some sort of cathartic and earned about Ears bringing herself to completion while Javi just holds her. That being said, I know I owe Javi, and you guys, some smutty one-shots. I plan to deliver, I promise.

You’ll notice that I mention ears choking, coughing, sputtering, breathing, wheezing, feeling a tightness in the chest, aching… she’s got a small pulmonary contusion from being in such close proximity the blast zone. It’s a common injury in bombing survivors, and hers isn’t massive or life threatening, just inconvenient. Pulmonary contusion symptoms tend to develop hours or days after the injury, so she’ll steadily get worse, and when she does, the whole story of her experience with the explosion WILL come out. She’s still got a lot of trauma to process, both physically and emotionally, but Javi is gonna be there every step of the way (after he flips shit first, that is). I’ll let you guys imagine this one, though, because I have already dragged ROE out far longer than I really should have, and it’s mostly medical bs, anyway.

Last of all, if you’re still here, thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I haven’t written in years, and this story pushed me far outside of my comfort zone. Your support, comments, likes, reblogs, reaction gifs - they all mean the world to me.

@tiffdawg, you are directly responsible for this dumpster fire. I hope you’re proud. :)

Much, much love, and a happy new year to each of you.

~ Jay

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