#with these dumbass stupid confusing calls and angry customers

[mrs-theirin]

grabbing my period by the throat. leave me the fuck alone

[wesimpforxiao]

Inception: Chapter 7

Regardless of your persistence to avoid Childe, you noticed that he intentionally walked along the same paths to 'run' into you just as you intentionally chose different paths to work every day to avoid seeing him.  To be honest, it was a bit stalker-ish.  But one fierce glare from you, and his confidence deflates like a balloon as he gives up on the idea to talk to you.  He was just as stubborn as you though, and would continue this pattern every day despite your continuous rejection.  You still hadn't said a word to him since that day in Mondstat.  

At one point you discovered a new tactic to keep him at a distance; walk around areas of Liyue where Fatui are most prominent.   Childe would almost immediately be called over or consulted over various matters from his underlings, and you were able to lose him for the day.

It was late one night when you finally left the funeral parlor; you didn't need to stay so long, but working on filings diverted your mind from the present occurrences.  Your footsteps were quiet along the dimly lit streets of Liyue as you made your way past Liuli Pavilion. Despite it being the middle of the week, there were several Fatui agents drinking and making a ruckus at the outside seating area--laughing, cursing, and a bunch of slurred gibberish you couldn't quite catch.

That was when your stomach growled and begged for food that it hasn't gotten all day.  By the time you'd get back to your apartment you wouldn't have the energy to cook, so you decided it'd be best to get a meal-to-go from the Pavilion despite the annoying customers blocking the door.  You reluctantly made your way up the steps when one of the drunkards called out you.

"Hey! Waitress! Where's our damn order?"  The man impatiently slammed his pint onto the table out of the corner of your vision.  He had to be the least sober of the group.

"That's not the waitress, dumbass.  She's clearly a customer."

"No," interjected the third.  "That's Master Childe's woman."  Apparently Childe's coworkers had picked up on your relationship with the harbinger much sooner than you figured out his true identity.

You finally reached the door handle and twisted it open, but a hand slammed above your head to keep it shut.  "Childe's girl, huh?"  

"Kliment, you know better than to screw with Childe's shit," the third man warned.  "You continue with this, he's gonna kill you."

"I'm not his girl," you spat, meeting the devilish crazed eyes of the man pinning you against the door.  "Back off, I'm starving."

"Not his girl," Kliment scoffed with a lopsided smirk as he glared down at you.  "You hear that, Charlie?  This is the chick everyone's been talking about. The one that's got him slacking off on our missing agents and that stupid vigilante that's still running around."

"You've got the wrong chick, asshole."  This seemed to agitate Kliment, and he leaned in way too close for comfort.  

"I don't give a damn whether you belong to Childe or not.  Since there's no getting through his thick skull, maybe this will get him to do his job."

"Kliment, what are you saying?"  Charlie, the second agent, shifted uneasily in his seat.  "Leave the girl alone. You're drunk."

"All I'm sayin' is a little rough-up would get Childe to take his responsibilities seriously.  An eye-opener, if you will."  Kliment raised your head to look at him by putting a thumb beneath your chin.  "Though if you have any valuable relics on you, which I doubt, you may sway me from hurting this little face of yours.  I really do just care about money; this matter doesn't interest me."

Your stomach sank when you remembered your empty pockets.  Your vision sat at home in your kitchen drawer tonight, so there was no way you could fight the three of these guys with your pyro energy and you'd lack the fire resistance it provided.  You never relied on it anyway; with your combat skills, you might be able to take them out somehow.  There's silverware on the table...plates, knives, forks, even the empty pints that lay strewn about.  And there'll be witnesses that might jump in to help.  

But most of all, you were angry.  This is how undisciplined Aja--Childe's men are.  You were right all along; there are no 'good' Fatui; that'd be an oxymoron, impossible, senseless.  So when Kliment threatened you with his foul alcoholic breath burning your nostrils, an almost devilish smile stretched across your face.

You leaned in and whispered in a low voice so that he'd be the only one to hear you.  "Valuables?  You mean like that precious Fatui mask of yours?"

The gears turned in his head for a few seconds, then his expression of confusion switched to disbelief, and finally to seething anger.  "You--!  You're the bitch that stole my mask--!"  His hand flew to your throat and squeezed.

"Kliment! What're you doing?!"  Charlie bolted upright before charging to get him off of you.  "You're gonna get us in trouble! Cut it out!"  Before he could reach the two of you, you landed a strike to Kliment's throat that loosened his grip and sent him gagging.  "Klime--"

Your attack apparently prompted the third agent to get up from his seat and he proceeded to launch himself not at you or Kliment, but at Charlie.  The two collided and crashed over another table where a romantic dinner was taking place.  The nameless agent was yelling incoherently about Kliment being right while they threw punches.

I guess those two will take each other out?  Your attention refocused on Kliment, who was now able to inhale a decent amount of air to lunge at you full force into the pavilion door.  Your head slammed into the wood with an unsettling crack, but the adrenaline made it impossible to tell if it was the wood or your skull making that awful noise.  You blocked a punch directed at your jaw.  He drove his knee to your stomach, but you swayed just enough so it slid past your side and into the door.  Your elbow jut into his ribcage, then his kidney, then you pulled his head down hard onto your knee.  He crumpled to the floor.

The shouting of the patrons, waiters, and other staff were quiet compared to the heartbeat drumming in your ears.  They stood and gawked at the damage the entire group was making, but they did not dare to intervene.  You scanned the surroundings for those other two Fatui. The one named Charlie was knocked out cold.  "Where--Ngh!"

A fist held your hair tight at the top of your head and drove you face-first into a table to your left.  "You're definitely Childe's woman if you can hold your own against an agent.  You have my respect for that...But this needs to be done to get his head out of the gutter!"  Another slam against the table, and white clouded your vision.  Somewhere in your peripherals Charlie had snapped out of his daze and scrambled to his feet to leave you and the rest of the pavilion behind.

Looks like that agent learned a lesson from going against the flow of the Fatui and abandoned the idea of helping you.

Your fingernails clawed into the agent's gloved fist to no avail.  You couldn't even kick at him with how he pinned you to the table, but luckily he decided to pull you upright and throw you to the ground.  There's a chance to strike him now.  

Or at least, there was.  Just as you flipped over to kick him away from you, his boot crashed down on your face hard.  The sickening crack of your nose against the force made your vision darken completely.

Childe was just about finished with his work for the day and nodded farewell to the secretary behind the front desk of the Northland Bank.  He barely reached the exit when the double doors burst open and an injured agent began blabbering about something while out of breath.

"...Ha...haah...fight...Agent Kliment...your...girlfriend..."  Charlie managed to wheeze out the most important details first and didn't miss the cold expression that enveloped Childe's face.

"Excuse me?"

"--The Pavilion! Hurry!"  The words barely got past his lips as Childe bolted out the door.  Charlie chased after him despite his lungs begging for air.  He could barely keep his superior in view.

The chaos that greeted the pair sent a chilling thrill down Childe's spine.  A few additional agents had joined the scene and were trying to keep the others at bay while others aided so that a Liyue citizen was the sole target.  Childe had no problem reminding his agents of their place in the food chain and that they were more expendable than the innocent, but the glimpse of your face getting kicked in made something snap inside him.  He was still several feet away from the scene and many witnesses were yelling for the fight to stop.  It wouldn't be long before the Millileth would arrive.

Childe held an unreadable air about him as a single hydro blade manifested in his hand.  He spared none of his strength when he threw it at the man that towered over you.  The man let out a strangled cry as it impaled his shoulder into the wooden door.  "Now now," a cruel empty tone left Childe's lips as he approached with a deadpanned expression.  Everyone stopped throwing their punches when they recognized the voice.  "I don't suppose there's a reasonable explanation behind this, is there?"

"M-Master Childe!"  The Fatui agents bowed over and saluted the harbinger while the bystanders parted for him.  "This is--"

Childe ignored their stutters and made a beeline for the half-conscious girl on the floor.  He knelt and lifted your chin slightly.  Sorry girlie, but there's no way I'm just going to let you walk home from this no matter how much you hate me right now.  Your lips were busted and swollen, your nose red and bloody, not to mention broken...The tears that obscured your vision made it difficult to see him, no doubt.

A cold, chilling anger like Snezhnaya's weather washed over the harbinger while he estimated your condition.  Then he stood up and announced with a voice almost too quiet to hear at first.  "Every agent here is to report to my office immediately."

"But Master Childe, she was--"

"--She started--"

"I tried to stop them from hurting her--"

Childe faced them with a death glare.  "My office.  Now."  Everyone gulped in fear.  "And if any of you decide to run off and hide, I will hunt you down.  Go."  The bystanders were whispering things amongst themselves as they watched the agents sprint for the bank.  Then, the harbinger faced the man that was still writhing against the wall.  "What's your name?"

"Hongqi--GAH!"  Childe violently ripped his blade out as he looked the agent in the eye.  

"Well, Hongqi, you've made quite the first impression on me.  Unfortunately for you," Childe swiped his fingers across the blood that coated the blade, "it was the bad kind."  Hongqi nodded and shuffled to the direction of Northland Bank.  Childe watched him before giving one last glance to the bystanders that were directing the Millelith in this direction from across the street.  

A small wheeze from his feet grabbed Childe's attention and he knelt beside you once more.  "...leave me...alone."

"You know I'm not the kind of man to leave a beaten girl alone on the streets."  The touch of his fingers grazing your cheek made you wince.

It was only when you caught the sight of the authorities drawing closer that you raised your voice.  If he wouldn't leave you, this called for a more drastic approach.  "H...Help!  Help!"  Despite your injuries your arms flailed about in an effort to push Childe away from you.  This earned a confused yet hurt expression from Childe, but you couldn't care less.  Why should you?  

This was his fault.  These men are under his supervision.  He failed you.  Again.

Despite your weak attempt to get away from him, Childe scooped you up in his arms and disappeared from the scene as quickly as he had appeared before the Millelith could catch up.  Somewhere along the way you lost consciousness, and Childe was able to get into your apartment thanks to the keys that were in your jean pocket.  He lay you down on your bed as carefully as possible before finding and wetting a towel to clean your wounds.

"I'm gonna need you to lie still while I do this," he warned before pressing the damp cloth to your bloodied lips.

"...can do this myself.  Get out."

"I never said you weren't capable of handling the aftermath yourself, girlie.  But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you do it yourself."  He brushed the hair out of your face and continued to wipe away at the blood and dirt on your skin.  The ticking of your wall clock was almost aggressive in filling the silent room.

"This is all your fault."

His movements slowed if only for a moment.  Was that really what you thought? Was it really his fault?  His men were always disciplined, or at least they were to the best of his knowledge.  But tonight proved otherwise, and it proved yet again that he's still hurting you.   The missing men, the rowdy behavior of the agents, even the bank heist...something doesn't add up.  They're connected somehow, but where was the connection?  

"Rest assured they will be thoroughly punished."  This earned an eyeroll from you that he pretended not to notice.  "Your nose needs to be reset, but I'm assuming you'd rather do it yourself."

"You're finally catching on."  

"I need to return to my office now.  Don't hesitate to get ahold of me if you need anything."  It was unnecessary to say so since he doubted you'd need him anymore, but he said it just in case.

"Good riddance."  Your gaze followed his movements past the kitchen and to the door.  Childe's hand hovered above the doorknob for a second.  You weren't able to hear whatever he mumbled next and were too stubborn to ask him to repeat himself.  Then, you were met with only the sound of your wall clock ticking the night away.

...........

"Master Childe!"  The secretary to the Northland Bank greeted the harbinger at the door.  "What happened?  A few men came rushing in with injuries--Should I get medical aid?"

"Don't bother with them."  The cool anger was so obvious upon his demeanor that she clammed up and nodded.  "Their injuries are not severe enough to require medical attention.  They're a waste of resources."

"Y-yes, sir.  Is there anything I can get you?"  She closed the doors once he entered.

"A room alone with them would be excellent."  The lady scampered away.  When Master Childe is angry, it's best to leave him to his own devices and keep quiet.  No one wants to be in the way or make him any angrier since he already has a problem with his temper...

"Master Childe," the troublesome Fatui agents bowed their heads and knelt before him.

"I want a full description of what incited your unsightly actions."  Childe scanned their faces one by one until he landed on Charlie.  "You.  Speak."

"Everyone was drunk beyond belief, sir."  He was still bleeding from behind his ear as he spoke and ignored the tickling of the blood that trickled down to his neck.  "Kliment thought that woman was a waitress, but then Hongqi said she was your girlfriend."

"That bitch admitted to being the person that's been inconveniencing us the past few months and stealing our property!"  Kliment jumped to his feet and faced the harbinger directly.  "If she's really your girl, it'd explain why you haven't done anything to catch her!  You're a disgrace to the harbingers, to the Tsaritsa, to--"

BAM.  A fist collided with Kliment's jaw and he stumbled backwards onto his butt.  Blue eyes as pale as ice stared him down.  "I don't remember asking for your input.  Seeing as though you still haven't sobered up, I have reason to doubt whatever comes out of your mouth.  Hongqi," Childe's glare flicked to the agent that knelt to Kliment's left, "why were you beating a defenseless woman when she was already down?"

Hongqi was putting pressure on the arm that had been impaled by Childe's hydro blade.  "I don't care about whether she's involved with those acts of vandalism, but I do share Kliment's view about you.  You've been slacking off, sir.  I thought this would send a clear message--"

"Let me get one thing through your thick skulls," the harbinger interrupted with an edge in his voice.  "That girl and I are not involved with each other.  And I don't condone senseless violence against the innocent."  His gaze was sharp like that of a predator scouting his prey.  The sound of his footsteps pacing across the tile floor filled the silence between sentences.  "Thanks to your carelessness I'll have to clean up the mess you all made.  What do you think the Millelith will do when they hear details of this incident?  What do you think the Qixing will make of it?  We're already scorned as it is."

"No thanks to you and Osial," muttered Kliment.  A pointed look shut him up quick.

"It's become clear to me tonight that the Tsaritsa doesn't need you to complete her mission.  Hongqi, Kliment, you're dismissed.  Don't show your faces to me again."

"W-What?! Sir, we--"

"You're not my harbinger anyway.  I'll just go tell the Fair Lady about your pathetic actions," Kliment growled through a clenched jaw.  

"By all means, go ahead.  Of course if you have this much of an issue with your punishment, you could always take me on in a fight.  Well?  What'll it be, gentlemen?"  Their silence and averted eyes gave him the answer.  "That's too bad.  I've been itching for a proper workout.  Get out of my sight."

"Sir, what shall I do?"  Charlie's voice was hesitant and barely audible after he watched his former comrades vacate the bank in an uproar.  Careful, now.  Wouldn't want to say anything that could anger the man further...

"Relax," Childe briefly flicked his gaze to the agent with a sly smile.  "I have no need to punish you.  In fact, you seem to be the only one here that has their head on straight.  You have my gratitude for bringing the matter to my attention and standing up for that woman."

"Your...gratitude?"

"Of course.  Don't let it get to your head, though.  An inflated ego will only work against you on the battlefield."

......................

"Hey.  Kliment."

"Can you believe that, Hongqi?  He just threw us out like we're the bad guys! I swear to the Tsaritsa I'll show that loser a piece of my min--"

"Yeah about that.  Shall we get away from the prying ears of Liyue?"  Hongqi nodded to an alleyway that was to the left of the stairs that led up to the Northland Bank.

Kliment scoffed and pinched the bridge of his nose.  "What, now you're self-conscious of sharing your opinion on Childe?"  Yet he followed the man's lead anyway until they were both obscured in the shadows.

The silver eyes of Hongqi almost appeared to glow in the dark as he faced Kliment in a serious manner.  "There's a certain group of Fatui that have grown weary against the Tsaritsa.  This group is planning something big, and their goal is to uproot the Fatui's reputation first in Liyue, then they'll move on to Mondstat.  I happen to have a few connections."

"A group of unfaithful Fatui?  What are you talking about?"  But then it clicked.  "Wait, you don't mean..."

"Those who've gone missing in our ranks have simply created a new organization tasked with creating chaos to ruin the Fatui's reputation until it disintegrates into dust."  Hongqi sent a quick glance to the lighted street outside of the alley before returning his attention.  "Seeing as though Childe has disrespected us both, there's a chance we could get back at him for his tyranny.  The leader of the group is quite rich and compensates his members like there's no tomorrow."

"Huh. I didn't know you that well even in the ranks, but I think we could be great friends, Hongqi."

[7soulstars]

On Everlasting Adventures with You

Pairing : Legolas x Time Traveller! / Immortal! Reader , Platonic! Thranduil x Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst , Slight war plot , Kind of OOC Thranduil ,Y/N being an oblivious idiot ,Fluff

Summary : Returning abruptly years later may or may not have been Y/N's best decision

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Legolas tsked as he fought against a Orc ,regretting not leaving with Gimli to the undying lands and staying back in Mirkwood . Especially considering the frequent spider and orc attacks. A series of loud bangs erupted startling the elves , followed by the orcs dropping dead, a hole burning through each of their heads. "Whoooo ! 1800 years and I've still got it ! Still a bit rough on the edges though-" Stretch. The owner of the voice froze, her hands in the air as if in surrender,looking at Legolas who had drawn his arrow aiming at her . She awkwardly chucked "Surprise?....... Wrong timing? ", she says, immediately regretting it.

Time Skip

"Oh come on! Guys let me at least explain ! Thranduil, Legolas, even you Tauriel ? ", the woman coaxed as she was being escorted into the dungeons by the soldiers, her hands tied behind her back. The three elves ignored her as she was pushed into the dungeons hearing Legolas hissing at the soldiers to 'be gentle' making a smile appear on the woman's face. Now leaving her alone inside forgetting about her hands still being tied to her back

Irritated. The prince tossed around on his mattress as his brain refused to shut down for that night, a quick thought coming into his head. He sat up straight fetching his bow and arrow as he proceeded to walk out of his chambers .The corridors of the palace being silent with nothing but the sounds of the crickets chirping. He sneaked down the stairs rushing into the celllar  “Your hands !-”,he stopped his eyes snapping towards the woman as she sat by the litte ledge inside the cellar looking out of the small window as the moon shone on her face. She looked at the prince bringing her untiedhands forward. “They forgot to do it for me so I did it myself .I may have dislocated my shoulder though.” She said as Legolas stood there with his jaw clenched. “Didn’t you feel guilt ?” , he whispered his voice almost left unheard to the woman. She averted her gaze avay from Legolas ,”What are you saying ?” .”YOU DISSAPPEARED Y/N ! YOU LEFT US ! YOU DESTROYED WHAT WAS LEFT BETWEEN US !”,the prince vented angrily making the woman flinch. “Please Legolas, try to understand ! I was only trying to save you, to save Mirkwood” .”Oh stop it ! Protect us from what !? Surprise Y/N ! We can protect ourselves.” Y/N pinched her forehead ,”You may be strong in middle earth but you can’t protect yourself from the future!” “Get to the point.” “I AM A TIME TRAVELLER LEGOLAS ! I CANNOT STAY AT ONE PLACE FOREVER “ . silence. “Are you humoring me ? Time travellers can’t possibly exist.”,Legolas said,slightly annoyed by this point. “I am not , we exist,we are what the future calls as royalty Legolas.Each kingdom has one who will rule them. I had stayed in Mirkwood longer than required it is against the customs of a time traveller . The night before I dissappeared I had gotten a warning from the council of the future ,to leave or give up the throne of my kingdom . If I didn’t choose either they promised to destroy what was precious to me.....Mirkwood. And if I chose to give up the throne and have had joined you in the fellowship you would have died protecting me, and I could never forgive myself for that. Not only for loosing you but for taking a son away from his father.You are way too precious to Thranduil, I saw how devasted he would have been. I chose to leave and promised to return in a year or two . But the council threatened my family that they’d take over our people if I leave for the next few years. I thought it was best to wait...Till the entire council dies and a new,good council is formed. I took long....and now all of you hate me....” , said Y/N giving a dry humourless chuckle.Legolas looked at her ,she had changed , she was no longer the girl laughed at everything,the girl everyone in Mirkwood including Thranduil adored . The girl before him was built to fight,couldn’t feel pain, her bright (e/c) eyes faded to nothingness ,pleading for help .And here the entirity of Mirkwood saw her as a betrayer.He couldn’t bear to look at her anymore. Y/N's eyes softened at the elven Prince's guilt tripped face as she moved towards the bars dividing the two . "It doesn't matter anymore. I just wanted to see all of you. " "BUT IT DOES MATTER! " ,Y/N's eyes widened due to his sudden outburst ."Lego-" "IT MATTERS BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!".Silence. As if the air just got thicker. A thick lump formed in the woman's throat as her heart paliptated ridiculously. " How long?", Y/N croaked, her voice barely a whisper as it fell into the Prince's elvish ears."Since the day you saved that little elf from getting hit by an arrow", whispered back Legolas coming closer to the bars. Somehow it seemed as if Y/N’s eyes were returning with colour.

The two were quite alarmingly close,but it did not bother them. Not now,not ever.Legolas took Y/N’s hands by slipping his behind the bars . A soft sigh escaped for both their mouths before Legolas pressed his lips against her soft ones.It seemed like an eternity before the two seperated breathing heavily . They stared at each other in peaceful silence before Legolas took the initiative to speak up, “I’ll tell Ada, I’ll ask him to let you go ,we’ll tell him the truth..” Y/N looked at him blankly a small hint of confusion on her face. “But Thranduil knows what I am.” This time it was Legolas’ chance to make the confused face before coming into realization, “WHAT !?” ,he almost yelled making Y/N frantically shush him not to attract any attention from the guards. “I had told him when I had first come here to prove I’m not an intruder. Even when I left,I left him a letter on the reason of my sudden departure. I am pretty sure he is angry that I have been away for a longer time than I told him. He feels lied to.” Legolas looked at her exasperated.He was at a loss of words. “I am still asking Ada to release you”, he said before giving her one last kiss and leaving the dungeon.

--Time Skip--

Y/N sat on her knees in front of the throne, her hands tied behind her back as she and everyone in the court watched the elven king twirling the gun he confiscated from the girl while looking straight at her. “How does this.....contraption....work..?” , he said pointing it towards the ceiling as Y/N’s eyes widened “Thran- I don’t think that is a good idea.THRANDUIL N-” bang “- o”.The noise made the ever stoic elves flinch with shock,Thranduil almost falling off his throne as he and his subjects looked at the precise hole on the ceiling above him. The distraction gave time to Y/N to easily get out of her restraints as she stomped up to Thranduil, snatching the gun out of his hand. “Give me that! You really need to start listening instead of being stubborn Thran ! One wrong aim and I swear to God one of us would have dropped dead including your dumbass!?”, she yelled at the still shock ridden elven king. He just stared at her, though through his stoic face she could very much see he missed her. She missed him too. She loved him,he was her best friend and she knew that excuses were usless, for she had broken her promise to him. He had waited, everyone had. She had to make it all right. She sighed, her eyes softened now,the same way they had softened for Legolas yesterday night.If there was any softeness left in the girl anymore it was probably only there for the father and his son. The rest leaving as years passed. She stepped down the throne as looked at Legolas, who was practically begging her to not do anything more stupid or she’ll be put in the dungeons again. But she was Y/N , a time traveller, adventure and stupidity practically ran in her blood. Not only that but she’d even claim that she new Thranduil a bit better than most. Being a time traveller gave her a chance to predict future or correct the past considering that was exactly what her duty was truly supposed to be,correcting timelines that is. She had restored the future elven race by making sure Thranduil was save and sound, she had overlooked him since he was a mere elfling and was probably also one of the reason the king had survived the wrath of the northern dragons with just his face scarred she had stopped looking after him after that. She knew Thranduil but he didn’t know her until she made a sudden appearence during the battle of the five armies .She knew how to make Thranduil forgive her and even more. She mumbled a few incantations and suddenly a small glass globe appeared in front of Thranduil. “Thran, I’m really sorry about what happened but what the globe shows is the true reason I broke my promise,” the woman said with full sincerity.

There was silence in the throne room before Thranduil made an action as if to dismiss the court asking only Legolas and you to stay. “You did it for us...”,he said confirming his own words earning a nod from the woman. “Then I guess I have to apologize for putting you into the dungeons although it seems to have been proven quite useful to you and Legolas. The other two in the room froze. One looking at the other in quite the shock unlike the king who seemed to have a smug look upon his face. “Globe you little shit !”, grumbled Y/N makng the globe dissapear. Legolas figured that the globe may have shown more than necessary. “I want to hear it from you, Iôn nin”,his father practically ordered. “Im mel hen (I love her)”,he replied a sudden shyness engulfing Y/N. “I know you will ask me to let Legolas go on adventures with you but I’m still quite unconvinced.”, said Thranduil deciding to tease the woman a bit more. Y/N only grinned bashfully before saying, “I figured, so I may have brought you the best wine from my age and it’s in my time travelling machine”. The king grumbled, “Fine ! But both of you better return here every 10 years !” “Aww will someone miss us?” “Shut up Y/N” “Ada!” 

--Time Skip--

“Are you ready to go my Prince ?”

“I promised Y/N, I promised to go on Everlasting Adventures with you..”

--Fin--

Yaay! Finally done ! I have been pondering like an idiot over this fic but I guess it turned out well ! This wasn’t a request but I felt like it was really interesting ! I hope you guys liked it ! Please do comment me your thoughts!” Thank you for reading ! I love you guys!

~Love, Hri 

[peterthepark]

Cold as Ice

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy just doesn’t understand why you’re so cold to him. He becomes desperate to warm you up. But, the killer heat of Hawkins combined with a stupid school project gives him the chance to know what’s truly underneath all that ice.

Warnings: cursing, smut, sExUal tenSion, some angst, some fluff, LOTS OF SIN

A/N: Definitely my filthiest fic at the moment, enjoy!

“You’re my partner.”

You look up from the register, hands on your hips as you stare at Billy Hargrove with a blank, unamused expression. There are a few people behind him, arms crossed against their chests - Tommy, Carol, and some other bimbo.

Funnily, you realize that they all resemble a group of poodles.

Cute.

Billy raises his eyebrows at you, smacking his gum as he impatiently awaits for a response. You glance at the folder that he slaps down onto the counter, knowing exactly what it contains.

“Hm, didn’t think you guys were recruiting for the next douchebag of Hawkins High. Are these the applications?” You finally pick up the folder, skimming through the thick pages of paper with a toothy smirk. “To be honest, I consider myself more of a bitch than a douchebag. Isn’t that right, Harrington?”

You chuckle devilishly as you hand Steve a couple dollars, who snickers at the interaction. Billy seems confused, but by the way he clenches his jaw and barely blinks, you can tell you’ve also hit a spot.

“Looks like I’ve won the bet, Y/N. Fuck, yeah! Robin! I told you I would win!” Steve runs into the back room of Scoops Ahoy, waving the dollar bills at his friend.

You turn back to Billy, re-adjusting the hat on your head. “Now, can I get you something, pool boy?” You lean over, hands splayed onto the cool marble of the counter.

“Did you not pick up on what I just said? I’m asking you to be my partner for the project. No, I’m picking you to be my partner.” Billy tries to keep a steady voice, but you easily catch the deep breath he takes between his words. His ‘friends’ are whispering behind him, exchanging dirty looks.

“Well, I’m actually not allowed to have personal conversations with customers right now,” Billy scoffs, tugging his lip between his teeth. “And so, if you aren’t ordering ice cream, then be my guest, and leave. I’ve got a few angry customers to deal with if you can’t tell.” He follows your pointed gaze, and surely enough, the line behind him is fairly long - filled with crying kids and irritated parents. “Come back later? Or never at all?”

Billy groans, pacing in short steps. He knows you’ll come around. They always come around.

You truly are a bitch.

Yet, somehow, Billy waits till the end of your shift to speak with you - hopefully in a more private spot and in a less aggressive manner.

You roll your eyes when you see him, sitting by the table nearest to the register. He seems to be alone, yet it annoys you even more.

“I don’t wanna be your partner, Hargrove. Is that not clear?” Your eyes follow him as he stands up. He’s much taller than you, so you can only send him an intimidating glare in hopes of scaring him away. “Pick someone else. And let me give you a hint - it’s not me.”

Billy inhales deeply, before a small smile forms on his face. He grabs your arm before you can walk away, hoping that he can win you over with his charm. But he knows he has to put away his pride to do so.

“Sweetheart, I really need help with this project. You’re the smartest girl in our class, and if you can’t tell, I hang around a bunch of dumbasses.”

Oh, so this is why he was alone. So he could talk crap about his shitty friends.

Billy continues, smile never wavering. He still has his hand wrapped around your arm, holding you in place as he speaks by your ear. “And anyways, it’s already set in stone. I asked Mrs. Johnson if I could pair up with you. She thought it was a great idea. Guess we’re in this together now, huh?”

He harshly pushes the folder of papers into your chest, letting go of your arm.

“What? You can’t do that!”

But he certainly did do that. Because when you storm into Mrs. Johnson’s classroom on one Monday morning, she’s rambling over how excited she is to have you and Billy working together.

“But Mrs. Johnson, I never agreed to this. How is this fair?” You whine, waving the folder around with wide eyes.

“Miss Y/N, you’ll be doing Billy a huge favor by helping him. He isn’t failing, but he is struggling. He could most definitely use your help.”

Despite all the complaining, Mrs. Johnson doesn’t allow you to pick anyone else. To her convenience, you and Billy are the only ones who haven’t had a designated partner - and now, you really don’t have a choice.

-

The next week, Billy is back in Scoops Ahoy. He can see your snarl from the other side of the mall. He’s got you trapped in cage, and he knows you’re having a hard time trying to adapt to it.

“I knew that he’d pick you.” Steve says through a mouthful of banana, hitting you in the face with its peel. “I mean, you’re the only girl - besides Robin - who hasn’t given into him. He’s probably just trying to cross off your name on his list.”

“He has a list?” You gag dramatically, protesting as Robin pushes you jokingly.

“Dude, Y/N, he’s literally coming over here.” She points at Billy, who actually is coming over.

“I don’t care. Change spots with me. Steve! Robin!” You shout, pulling at the ends of your hair as they run into the back room, locking the door behind them. “Screw you both!”

You turn around, meeting eyes with the damned Billy Hargrove. You fake a smile. If this was a cartoon, steam would certainly be coming out from your ears.

“Bad day?” Billy pouts mockingly at you. His hands rest inside the pockets of his jeans, eyes looking over your angry state. “Should I come back or....”

“Actually, no. But you know what?” You slide yourself over the counter, brushing away at the lint that has accumulated on your blue shorts. “I’m not doing this stupid project alone. You’re staying here till my shift is over. And when it is, you’re gonna drive your ass to my house, where the both of us can work on it. Together. Happy now, douchebag?”

Your breath is almost minty, and somehow feels cool against Billy’s skin. He steps back with a cocky grin, raising his hands as if he were surrending to you.

But he wasn’t surrendering.

“You just gave Team Hargrove one point. But Team Y/L/N? Zero.” Billy snaps with a flash of his pearly whites. He crouches down to your height, hands resting on his thighs. He knows that he is pissing you off. “I’ll see you when you’re done.” Then, you cross your arms at him, nose pointing up as he stands to full height. His eyes flicker down to your lips. “And honestly? I think I’m more of a dick than a douchebag.”

You want to slap the stupid grin of his face. But you don’t. You don’t know the real reason behind it, but you try to convince yourself as to why.

Because it’s against company policy?

Steve and Robin poke their heads out of the other room, coming out when Billy cockily walks away from you. You’re still standing there, eyes narrowed and face drawn into a look of displeasure.

“Should we not bother her?” Steve whispers, elbowing Robin. “I kinda don’t wanna get yelled at right now.”

“No, no, Steve. She’s hotter when she’s angry. Trust me.”

“Guys!” You scoff at them. She laughs at the sudden smile on your face, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I mean, she’s not wrong, Y/N.” Steve shrugs before taking your place at the register. “You’re pretty hot, I guess.”

“Oh, stop it, Harrington. I’m out of your league.” You wink at him, hopping back over the counter.

You let out an exasperated breath when Robin tells you to sort out the shipments in the back. You push the back door open, groaning audibly when you see the tall stack of cardboard boxes. There’s a clipboard on the table in the middle of the room, and you read over it lazily before you begin to sort through the deliveries.

No one really knows why you despise Billy. Not Steve, not Robin, not anyone. It seems as if you had woke up, saw him, and decided that he was someone you disliked.

That was partly true.

But in detail, you did dislike - or hate, whichever was fitting based on your mood - Billy for a few things.

You never understood his sudden popularity, or the sex appeal he carried along with him. You never understood the hair, the smoking, the people he hung around, or the recklessness and the partying.

You just didn’t get it. You didn’t get why people would waste their time around him, when clearly, he wasn’t grateful for any of it.

Maybe your hatred of him spiraled from insecurity.

He had everything. He was popular and easy on the eyes. He was charming and fun. You’d never admit it out loud, but he truly seemed like a good guy, underneath that whole douchebag act of his.

You were nothing alike. Or so you thought.

-

“Honey! There’s someone here for you!” Your mother calls out from the bottom of the stairs, a slight smirk on her face when she realizes how handsome your guest is. You come barreling down the stairs, feet heavy and frowning deeply when you see who’s sitting on the sofa.

“Billy.”

“Y/N!” He comes to meet you, pulling you into an embrace. Your reaction is one of utter shock, because suddenly, all you can smell is expensive cologne and the faint scent of cigarettes. “Your mother was just asking me if we wanted to join her for lunch.”

“Oh. Uh, thank you, but we have to work on a project, Mom.” You send Billy a look, clearing your throat when you see his lips twitch upwards. “We’ll be upstairs.”

Your mom disappears into the living room, giving you both a second glance and a knowing look as you jog up the stairs.

“How do you know where I live?”

“That little girl from the mall? I think she’s Sinclair’s sister. Bought her some ice cream when I saw it fall, she just returned the favor.”

Erica. Damn it.

“Okay, well, I didn’t think you’d be here so soon.” You complain, running your hands through your hair, damp from a shower. Billy follows you into your bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He takes in the sight, something he wouldn’t expect from someone like you. There are various posters plastered onto your soft pink walls - band posters, movie posters, and he huffs at the one of a shirtless man. There’s a record player on top of your bookcase, where you stand, occupied as you flip through your vinyls. “What’s your cup of tea? Queen? The Beatles? Metallica? Foreigner?”

“I really don’t care.” He scoffs, licking his lips as he takes a seat on your bed.

Foreigner it is, then.

“And I really don’t want you on my bed. Get off, Hargrove.” You throw a paper ball at him, hiding the smile on your face when he doesn’t dodge it in time. “Thought you played basketball. What happened to those reflexes?”

With a dramatic eye roll, Billy tosses the ball into the trash, sliding off of the bed and onto the floor instead. You grab the project folder from your study table, sitting down across from him. You’re reading through the directions when Billy starts to light a cigarette.

And you gasp - really loud. “Billy! No! None of that in here.” You take the cigarette from his lips, his coughs fading in the background as you throw it out your window. “Are you crazy?”

“I just wanted a smoke!”

“Yeah?! Then not in here!” You shake your head at him, handing him a sheet of paper as you calm down. “Your turn to read, asshole.”

Your head begins to become fuzzy as Billy’s fingers brush against yours when he grabs the paper.

He reads, voice soft and surprisingly enthusiastic - if he didn’t act like such a dumbass, you’d think he was somewhat intelligent.

(However, you know he is intelligent - somewhere in that douchebag brain of his - though, that’s one of the things you could never admit to anyone).

The room is suddenly blazing hot, uncomfortably warm despite the numerous open windows. The air conditioning isn’t enough, and you’re silently cursing as you feel sweat build up among your skin. You’re fanning yourself, swallowing as you notice the bead of sweat that rolls down the side of Billy’s forehead.

“God damn, it’s hot.” Billy curses, unable to continue reading with how tight his chest feels. He tugs at the collar of his shirt, hoping he could get some sort of air.

“Our air conditioning sucks.” You push your hair back, “Summer’s coming.”

Billy nods in agreement, picking up from where he had left off.

Maybe it’s just the heat, but suddenly, you start to space out.

Your eyes focus on the rise and fall of Billy’s tan chest, how his skin glows with sweat, and how his muscles flex under that shirt of his.

Oh, wow.

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” You snap out of your trance. “Hope you haven’t passed out.” He sets the paper down, leaning back against your bed frame.

“Huh? Sorry, I - I was distracted.”

Don’t let your guard down.

“I was asking which part you wanted to do.”

“Uh, whichever one is the hardest. I can take it.”

And Billy stops breathing. Maybe because there’s some sort of - sexual - euphemism in that sentence, but also because he’s noticing how flushed you look: cheeks red, skin glistening, breaths heavy. Your hair sticks to your arms, resting on the tops of your knees. But then, he sees this look in your eyes.

It’s not the normal glare he gets. But your eyes are softer, less intense, more - was that longing?

You’re just staring at him, lips slightly parted as your eyes quickly drop down to the floor.

“Unless, um, you want the harder part then you can have it, I guess.” You pipe up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You’re avoiding his gaze, and Billy isn’t sure that he recognizes this Y/N.

Did he win you over yet? That easily?

“Here, you can look over it with me again.” Billy scoots beside you, his denim-clad thigh pressed up against your bare one. His breaths are even, blowing over your hands as you hold up the paper. “I was thinking I could do the research on the biographical context and symbolism, and...” He glances over to you, eyes trailing over the expanse of your neck. Your jaw is tightly clenched, but you don’t meet his stare. “... and then, maybe you could do the overall analysis. Or we could do it differently, if this way doesn’t meet your standards, princess.” His voice is low, a sultry tone laced subtly in his words. He peeks his tongue out to lick his lips, and you look over at that exact moment.

Aw, shit. You wouldn’t give up that easily, would you?

He’s not the only one that can play this game.

“No, I like your idea. We can do that.” You turn to him, hair slightly hitting him in the face. You pucker your bottom lip slightly, rolling it between your teeth as you pass him the paper back.

“Is it getting hot in here?”

Not this line.

“Nope, just you.” You let out a sharp exhale, reading over more of the project.

“Whew. I gotta take off my shirt.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, causing you to drop your pencil. But it’s too late once Billy is pulling his shirt over his head. “Hey!”

Though, he wears a tank top underneath.

And honestly, you’re kind of disappointed.

Wait, what?

He hurls the shirt towards your bed, running his hands through his messy curls. His arms look even bigger, and you can see the faint outline of his abs through the thin, white material. You catch the tattoo on his upper bicep, and you have to put a hand to your mouth from saying anything - now this was ruining you.

Don’t give in.

“Like what you see, Y/L/N?” He flexes his arms in a subtle manner, biting down harshly on his lip. He grunts as he leans over to pick up your pencil, handing it to you. “Didn’t mean to make you drop this.”

Yeah. Apology accepted. Jerk.

“If this is your way of seducing me, it isn’t working.” You cross your ankles over each other, shaking your head at Billy.

He laughs, running his hand through his hair. “And why would I want to seduce you, Y/N?”

The question does sting, but it doesn’t change the fact that his face is literally inches away from yours.

You aren’t done playing the game.

“Oh, I don’t know, Billy. Maybe because I’m the only girl on that - that list of yours that you haven’t yet crossed out? Or is it because you’ve fucked all the pretty girls at school and you’ve finally come to the realization that you’d rather fuck someone with a bit of brains?”

Billy hums with a slow, antagonistic nod, tongue poking out from the corner of his lips. He abruptly stands up, turning up the volume on your record player. He’s dancing. But the bitter look on his face is all you can focus on. You stand up as well, pouting as you lower the volume of the music. It’s a back and forth between you, Billy, and the music.

“The problem with pretty girls, Y/N...” He starts between breaths, still dancing as you stand ahead of him - not happy. “... is that they can’t tell when a guy is no longer interested in them. They got the looks, but no brain.” He chuckles, parting his lips as he taps the side of his head. “And the girls that do have brains? They also got a problem. They’re smart, sure, but they just don’t know when to quit being a bitch.”

That’s when he turns up the music to full volume, hooting in your face as he dances even more.

This was Billy Hargrove at his finest.

“We’re never gonna get this project done if you keep thinking with your dick instead of your head, asshole.” You almost growl. You’re fuming now.

He really knows how to piss a girl off, huh?

“You ever had a boyfriend, Y/N?”

No. Never.

“Yeah, I have. Why?” You gulp, pushing past Billy. You sit down on your bed, continuing on writing your analysis for the project.

“What was his name?”

“Uh - It was - It’s Steve.”

What are you doing?

“You dated Harrington? King Steve?” He slowly stops dancing, panting loudly as he looks down at you.

“Dating him, actually.”

Oh, God.

“Huh. You ever had sex with him?”

“Hargrove, this is getting a little personal.” You chuckle nervously.

“Is that a... no?” He crouches down in front of you, eyes blinking at you. He’s catching on. Surely, you weren’t this good of a liar. “I’ll take that as a no. Must suck, yeah? Harrington doesn’t know how to handle a woman like you. Poor Y/N. You just want a little lovin’ from King Steve...”

His thumb hooks itself under your chin.

And his blue eyes are almost hypnotizing.

“Are you really dating Steve Harrington? ‘Cause you seem a lot out of his league. You’re not even in the ballpark, baby.”

His big hand cups your jaw, fingers rubbing against your skin. Somehow, his hands are freezing - despite the hundred degree weather.

“I have a... boyfriend.”

Billy knows you’re lying now.

“Why are you so cold to me, Y/N?” His eyes are fixed on your lips, flickering up to you when you speak.

“I don’t know. Why are you such a douchebag?”

“Sure. I’m a dick, but you - you’re somethin’ else. You are mean. Steve seems a little soft for someone as headstrong as you.” He shrugs animatedly, “Maybe you’re looking for a - a... thrill.”

“What do you want from me?” You scoff at him.

“I think I know why you hate me.” You hold your breath as he continues, “We’re more alike than you think we are.”

“Yeah? I’d like to hear it, then.”

Deathmatch.

“We both crave something more. Most people go after someone with a little... heat to their name, but us? We thrive in the cold.”

“You’re wrong.” You shake your head at him.

“Then why am I still touching you?” He stands, hands leaving your jaw.

No, come back.

“Billy, this - this isn’t-“

“Surely, your boyfriend wouldn’t like the way I was touching you, wouldn’t he? What’s Steve gonna do if he finds out? Fight me?”

“Steve’s not my boyfriend! Fine! You win!” You explode, rising to your feet.

And it all comes rushing back to you.

You both really are alike.

“You see it now, don’t you? All this competing, this - this fighting, we clash because we’re the same. And it scares you. Because who would’ve thought you had something in common with the douchebag from school, huh?”

He takes a step closer to you. And you do the same to him.

“Smart girls need attention, too.” He says softly, leaning in to whisper at your ear. “But you... you’ve been looking for someone who’s as cold as you. And I respect that, Y/N.”

You make the mistake of locking eyes with him when he pulls back.

“I’m way out of Steve’s league.”

You look down at his plump lips, glancing at how his neck bobs when he pushes your hair behind your shoulder.

There’s an unfamiliar feeling that sparks in your chest when Billy’s fingers trail past your collarbone.

“Can I kiss you now? Because all this tension might give me high blood pressure.” He smirks at you.

You don’t reply.

But you do lean forward, on the tips of your toes, mashing your lips against Billy’s. Your hands are cool against his shimmering skin.

The kiss isn’t sweet, but fueled with fire and pent-up anger. Billy is fast enough to show you that he really wants you, but at the same time, he’s slow, wanting to prove to you that you aren’t just another name on his so-called ‘list.’

You don’t give a shit about winning anymore.

Stubble tickles your cheeks as Billy moves to kiss your neck.

“This doesn’t... this doesn’t change the fact that I still hate you...” You breathe raggedly, screwing your eyes shut at how his mouth feels on your neck.

He tugs at the straps of your tank top, pulling it over your head as he hoists you up into his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you can feel the tightness form in his jeans.

“God, you’ve been such a bitch to me for the past week.” He moans into your skin, pressing you up against your bedroom door as he uses one hand to hold you, and the other to unclasp your bra. You let out a choked moan, only for Billy to place his hand over your mouth. “Don’t forget that your mama is downstairs. What would she think if she saw me doing this to her daughter?”

You bite at his hand, smiling as he groans pleasurably at the sensation.

He’s so rough, but you’re enjoying it.

Billy swivels on the heels of his shoes, laying you down onto your bed as he kisses down your torso. His saliva sticks to your skin, and he chuckles when he watches you arch your back into him. Your hand reaches for his, and he doesn’t pull away - despite how intimate the action is for him.

Billy Hargrove doesn’t hold hands with flings.

That’s how he really knows you aren’t one of them.

“B-Billy...” You gasp as his lips pass over your breasts, his hands cupping and kneading them softly.

He reaches up to kiss you again, whispering, “This isn’t your first time, right?”

You shake your head, “No, no.”

“Okay.” He nods with a grin, taking off his top. “But no one is ever gonna make you feel this good.”

He groans as you crawl to the edge of the bed, playing with him through his jeans. You glance up at him innocently, his fingers card through your hair. You leave short kisses on his abs, slowly making your way up to his neck. You suck and lick at it, surely leaving a prominent mark there. He pulls out his belt, flinging it onto the floor as you unbutton his jeans for him.

He licks his lips, pushing you back down onto the bed. You scoot over, making room for him as he takes off your shorts. You chuckle when he moans at the sight of lace.

“Didn’t know you were wearing those.” He says, obviously surprised as he wraps his fingers around the waistband, letting it snap against your skin. You gasp, letting his hands wander over your back.

“Just be glad I’m letting you see them.”

He flips you over so that you’re on your knees, ass in his face as he pulls the lace panties past your ankles.

You bite back a loud moan. His face and his mouth is down there and you swear you’ve entered heaven itself.

Hell was too hot for the both of you, anyways.

He hums against you, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge as he toys with you in places you didn’t even know existed. He pulls away, causing you to whimper.

But as you look back at him, the sight is enough to make you cum. His boxers are nowhere to be seen, and instead, he’s touching himself, grinning as he sees the dumbfounded expression on your face.

“You’re okay with this?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. You’re shaking your head. “I need to hear it out loud.” He kisses your lower back, hands caressing your ass.

“Yes. Please.”

“Condom?”

You wink, rubbing yourself against him. “On the pill.”

Billy lets out a moan, chuckling. “Mm, that’s my girl.”

You hold back a breath as he pushes himself into you. He’s huge, and it stings with how much he’s stretching you out. You let out a sob of pleasure, hand coming to touch Billy’s upper thigh.

“Slow?” He asks, voice gruff as he bottoms out. You’re sure that he’s as deep as possible, but part of you longs for him to go even deeper.

“No, fast.”

Billy pulls out, only to slam back in. His movements are quick, hips thrusting at a rapid pace. You’re moaning, falling into the mattress with how good he feels inside you.

“Holy fuck!” He grunts as he leans over you, hand coming to rest by your face. He outstretches his fingers, and you take his hand into yours. “Y/N...”

“We have to - to be quiet...” You moan once more, throwing your head back as his arm wraps around your stomach, pulling you closer to him.

He pounds into you, grunting as silently as possible. You can feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me.” He cries out, taking a fistful of your hair. You yelp out of surprise when he gently pulls you back.

You liked that.

“D-do that again.” You stutter, mumbling incoherent words when he repeats the action.

The record player still plays music.

And you’re so grateful that it’s loud enough to silence the filthy sounds between you and Billy.

Thank God for that.

But this... this was a whole new level of sinful.

Billy brings a hand to touch your throat. And you nod in approval, shutting your eyes when you feel the pads of his fingers tighten around your airway. He’s still soft and cautious, but the way he was fucking you was enough to send you into overdrive.

Your hand comes up from the bed, jaw hanging open in utter bliss as you flex your fingers. “I’m gonna cum. Billy, holy, I-“

“C’mon, baby.” Thrust. “I’m right there...” Thrust. “...With you.”

You’re cumming.

Your legs are shaking and you feel the wave of heat fall over your body like a spell. Billy follows shortly, groaning sinfully as he buried himself inside you. He pulls out, pumping himself as he lets himself go onto your body. You feel the warm drops of his cum drizzle across your back and over your ass, trickling down your thighs and between your legs before you fall onto the bed.

“Oh, my god.” You sigh, curling up. Billy falls beside you, eyes studying your features for any sign of pain or sadness.

“Was that okay?”

“I just had sex with Billy Hargrove. Oh, my-“ Your hand comes up to massage your temples.

He chuckles.

“And I just had sex with you, so I guess we’re pretty even.” He states, kissing your neck one last time.

He’ll give it to you.

You both win.

But who said that the game would be over?

-

“Here’s the project, Mrs. Johnson.” You smile respectfully, exchanging glances with Billy as you hand her the folder. Her eyes bounce from you both, hands sorting through the papers of the project.

“This looks good.” She nods, eyebrows raised when she finds the part that Billy had worked on. “Wow, Y/N must’ve been a great help to you, Billy.”

“Yeah. She helped me a lot.”

Billy links his pinky with yours under the table, where your thigh rests against his. His fingers come to toy with the hem of your skirt, and his touch: cold.

“Well, I might say that this project deserves an A. It looks very well-planned and thought out.” She takes off her reading glasses, placing them carefully on her desk as she re-organizes your papers. “How would you feel about an extra credit project, Billy? Just to boost your grade a little more before the year ends?”

You and Billy share a knowing grin.

It’s wicked.

It’s spiteful.

It’s cold as ice.

But there’s an inextinguishable heat that lingers between the two of you.

“As long as Miss Y/N can be of help to me.” He flashes a charming smile, hands coming up to rest on the wooden desk.

“Of course, Mr. Hargrove.”

You shut the door of the classroom behind you, following Billy into the bustling hallway towards the cafeteria.

He turns to you and winks as he rounds the corner, denim jacket slung over his shoulder.

“See you later, partner.”

“Later, douchebag.”

Oh, how you loved the cold.

[nostalthicc]

send your regards | jeff wittek

mobster!jeff x reader

summary: y/n and jeff both find out some pretty unsettling things about their relationship

warnings: cursing, horribly written, hella mistakes, im just not that happy with it 

3k words

y/n didn’t find herself in a relationship very often, so she understood why her friends were so eager to hear about this new guy she had been seeing for about five months. they’ve had to watch y/n come home in the early hours of the morning, new designer items pop into her closet and her mood suddenly shifted from her usual unbothered attitude to a brand new happy woman and hadn’t even heard a peep about who caused all these changes in their friend’s life.

but today was the day, y/n’s small group of friends sat crowded around her bed as she started to tell them about her newfound relationship- if she could even call it that. “we met at sandy’s, the club near the outlet mall. and you know me when i have one, two many drinks. i thought he was gonna kick me out in the morning but ended up making me breakfast and asked for my number.” y/n said, pausing as she noticed the girls were dying to interrupt her story with questions.

“how was it?” 

“what does he look like?”

“what’s his name?”

“eggplant and baby carrot?” 

“does he have a brother?”

y/n’s eyes widen at the abundance of words thrown her way, she knew they were curious but not this much so. “one, that’s for me to know, court. two, he’s really fucking hot, i’ll show you guys a picture in a second, three his name is jeff wittek-”

before she could go any farther, her older friend, nora blurted out: “What?! Jeff?” y/n gave her a questionable look, urging nora to quiet down and explain her sudden outburst. “y/n, no, you have to end things, you can’t get involved with him.” she said frantically. “h-he’s not a good person.”

“what are you talking about?” y/n asked, her eyebrows furrowed. jeff was one of the kindest people she met whenever they were together, she couldn’t imagine a bad bone in his body. what nora was saying didn’t add up, it seems her friend must have been confused and was talking about the wrong jeff. since the first time she met him he had been nothing but nice to y/n and the people around them and every one of jeff’s friends were also highly kind to her. 

“are you stupid, y/n? jeff wittek is the mob boss that haunts this god forsake town. how could you be so clueless and naive?” nora whispered harshly, causing all the girl’s eyes to widen. they’ve never seen nora act this way, she was always chill and down to earth so to see her blowing up as she was, was shocking. 

everyone had their attention focused on nora they completely missed the look of horror on y/n’s face. little pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, she knew he was hiding something but y/n never thought it would be of this capacity. the late-night or early morning phone calls, they obnoxious amount of weapons hidden throughout his house, jeff’s constant stance of authority with everyone around him, the bloodied clothing he swore were nose bleeds or bar fights, and the never-ending pit of drugs he had handy at all times. it all made sense now, y/n had dismissed it because she wanted jeff to tell her what his secret was when he was ready but now y/n really regrets her idea. why would he not tell her? how many people has he killed? would he ever hurt her? 

“do you know what he does? he kills people, y/n.” she seethed, earning unprovable glares from surrounding customers- not that she cared. nora knew what she had to do  and she was willing to do it at any cost. “you better get away before he kills you as he does with all his little whores!”

“nora!”

y/n had heard enough, she swiftly grabbed her coat and purse and made a beeline for the door despite her friend’s calls. frustration was building deep inside her, why had everything gone to shit in a matter of minutes? y/n slammed her hands down on the steering wheel multiple times before resting her forehead against the cool leather. when her mind drifted to jeff a new emotion emerged, fear. she was scared.  

y/n knew she needed to confront jeff or it would eat at her alive, she wants to hear the words come from his own two lips before she made any rash decisions. meanwhile, nora had escaped the mob of anger girls and was standing behind the cafe with a burner phone pressed to her ear and a cigarette between her lips. 

“hello?” a gruff, agitated voice answer on the other line. 

“do i just have the funniest story for you?” she was met with silence from the man. rolling her eyes she continued. “you assigned me to keep on an eye on y/n after you two called it quits but you’ll never guess who’s bed she crawled into...wittek.” 

the sound of glass shattering course through the speakers, he was angry, very angry. “jeff wittek?! you had one fucking, nora! one job, how did you manage to fuck it up?” 

“it’s not my fault.” nora defended herself, she was not threatened but the anger pouring through the phone and she was not going to be blamed for something she didn’t do. “i was finding out right along with her dumbass friends, apparently y/n’s not one to openly talk about relationships because it’s been going on for three months but guessing from  her reaction when she found out, i don’t think it’ll last much longer.”

“if something happens to her because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, so be it, i will put a bullet in your head.” 

nora chuckled, blowing out a puff of smoke. “don’t joke around like that i might get excited.” 

⇉⇉⇉

todd met y/n at the front door of jeff’s overly large house, he offered y/n a genuine smile but it quickly fell when she didn’t return the gesture and kept her eyes trained on the floor. “hey, are you okay?” he asked, reaching to rest a comforting hand on her shoulder but y/n hopped back before he could come into contact with her. todd took her weird demeanor and silence as a sign to go get jeff, he can always cheer her up. 

y/n was terrified to even be in this house, so many awful things must have gone down on this very floor, so much blood. y/n wanted to vomit at the thought. nora’s words continued to fill her brain, how could she have been so clueless? why did she ignore every sign of danger? y/n shook her shook, trying frantically to think of what to say when she heard the footsteps approaching. jeff walked into the entryway with a pair of tan cargo shorts loosely hanging on his hips. he was beautiful, his dark hair and tanned skin, his eyes, his lips, her eyes wandered down to his toned abs. on any other day, y/n would be quick to pounce on the man, she was still urged to greet him with a kiss even after the newfound news.

“s-stop. stay there.” y/n tried her best not to stutter but nothing could have prepared her for this moment, she wished she would have stayed in the car and driven home but her brain never worked when she wanted it to. y/n held her hand up when jeff ignored her wish, taking a few steps back. “please, jeff.”

“baby, what’s wrong? toddy said you seemed upset.” jeff whispered softly, in hopes of not pushing y/n farther over the edge.

“why didn’t you tell me?” a sob fell through the girl’s lips, a sound jeff swore he never wanted to hear as long as he lived. his mind raked with confusion until he noticed the look hidden in her eyes, his girl was scared of him, practically shaking with fear. how had he let this happen? how did she even find out? 

jeff took a slow stride towards her, putting his hands up in defense. “baby, listen to me-”

“stop! don’t lie to me again, i don’t want to hear any more lies! i want the truth jeff!” y/n shouted, her body simultaneously stood a little taller on her toes until she remembers who she was talking to. y/n went into a frenzy apologizing to jeff, while still keeping her distance but he kept coming closer and she knew this was most likely the end for her. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i-i- please don’t hurt me.” 

jeff froze as he watched y/n break down in front of him, he watched in silence as his nightmares came true. “no, no baby.” he reached a hand out to her cheek, whipping away the tears as new ones took their place. “please don’t say that. i couldn’t even imagine laying a finger on your precious body if it wasn’t to worship every inch. i would never hurt you, ever. okay, y/n, do you hear me? now, tell me who told you.”

y/n sniffled, taking deep breaths at their close proximity. “nora did. she said y-you’d kill me once you were done with me.” her limbs felt numb and hollow, this was all too much. jeff cursed under his breath, looking down as he tried to make any type of connection but he had y/n pretty well hidden. 

“i would never hurt you, i could never hurt you. please, please stop saying that, you’re breaking my heart over here,” he said. 

“but you hurt other people.” she whispered, a lump forming in her throat. “how many people have you killed? how many people's lives have you claimed? what’s to stop you from doing the same to me?” y/n rambled on, asking so many questions, too many questions, pumping more worry into her head. 

“because i love you, goddammit.” jeff shouted, running his fingers through his hair, he watched in horror as y/n flinched away from him, snapping her eyes shut tight, awaiting the blow. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i just wish you’d listen to me. i love you, i really do. i wanted to make you my queen, we would lead together. i promise i was going to tell you.”

y/n shook her head. “whatever made you think i’d want to do that?” before jeff could answer she raised her hand to stop him, y/n had heard enough. “i-i need time, this is all too much.” she stood up slowly and started backing away from the man towards the front door, y/n wanted to bolt away but she didn’t know how he would react to that. by the time y/n made it to the door, she looked back a jeff to see todd’s hands on his chest. her heart broke but if he truly did love her jeff would let her think things through. 

“my dear y/n, i knew i’d be hearing from you soon enough.”

for the few days y/n had been with ricky she started to remember why she broke things off with him in the first place. he was obsessive, power-hungry, an asshole and he wasn’t him. ricky wasn’t jeff and as much as y/n wanted to deny it, she missed him greatly. maybe she was realizing she loves him but her mind couldn’t shake the thought of who jeff really was and how he had lied to her for so long. 

“god, y/n, i told you no one could treat you better than i can and you went ahead and got involved with a fucking psychopath.” ricky ranted, lighting another cigarette before turning to y/n, eyeing her carefully. y/n knew what he was waiting for and that’s exactly why she bit her tongue. ricky wanted y/n to defend jeff so he could spit a thousand more reasons why jeff is a horrible person and she was stupid for leaving him in the first place but she was not giving him the satisfaction. y/n was starting to realize calling ricky in the first place was a mistake, he clearly had gotten worse since she left; he took her phone, won't let her leave the house, monitors all her meals, and even controls what she wears. ricky was sick.

“my sweet doll, you naive, pathetic precious being,” ricky brushed his fingers across y/n’s chin, scowling as she pulls away from his touch. he was right where he wanted to be, he not only had y/n in his clutches but he had something he could use to bring jeff down. “how do you think i know so much about wittek?” he asked bitterly, the name burning his tongue as he spoke. 

y/n's eyes widen in realization. “because you're just like him.” y/n spoke, defeat clear in her voice. while running from one leader she ran straight into the arms of another mobster, she now more than ever she could be back at home cuddled up with jeff on the couch not stuck in a prison with her crazy ex-boyfriend. 

“no!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the wall. “i am nothing like him, i’m so much better. jeff wittek wishes he could be like me, lead like me, own what i have.” his eyes cast down to y/n’s frightened face, a wicked smile gracing his features. this wasn’t the same ricky y/n used to know, he changed, became a violent version of himself. before he had always been obsessive and controlling but never once had he been violent towards y/n or anyone for a matter of fact. 

“you’re sick, ricky!” he would have thought she knew to keep her mouth shut but y/n was never one to bite her tongue. it infuriated ricky that she didn’t fear him the way she feared jeff, when y/n first called him to pick her up her voice was trembling with fear. why wasn’t she scared of him too? he was just as horrible as jeff, so he thought. ricky grabbed y/n’s arm, dragging her to the living room towards the stairs when a voice halted all movement in the room. 

“it’s taking everything in me to not rip your throat out with my teeth.” jeff smirked at the ricky while basking in his frightened appearance. when he finally found out where y/n was, he went out of his mind, doing everything he could to formulate a plan to get her back or away from that psycho. it was supposed to go down two days from now but when jeff got a text from nora he knew he couldn’t wait any longer to retrieve his girl. 

ricky’s mouth opened and closed, he became a stuttering mess as he tried to form words. “h-how? what are you doing here?” he asked, his grip tightening. sure, he was scared shitless- he’d never actually seen or been face to face with jeff fucking wittek -but he wasn’t going to back down just yet, everyone had a weakness and ricky seemed to have found jeff’s. 

a chuckle could be heard from the mob boss. “newbie’s, man.” he mumbled, turning to todd who had a fancy-looking gun pointed at the rookie. “they’re always so naive.” 

nora made her appearance next to ricky, shoving a needle in his neck before he could react. he slipped to the floor, the hand constricting y/n falling swiftly to the ground with the rest of his limp body. she yelped, jumping away from nora and ricky’s body. y/n was sure everyone in the room could hear her heartbeat rumbling in her chest, all eyes were on her and all y/n could do was stare blankly at them. 

“y/n, come on.” nora coaxed the girl over to her side with a warm smile and a desperate expression, jeff narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene unfold. he knew nora wasn’t completely loyal to him or the mob but he didn’t think she would try and take y/n away from him after all he’s done for her. 

“no, y/n come to me!” jeff countered, earning a highly confused look from the girl. jeff sucked in a sharp breath when nora lost her patience and wrapped her arm around y/n, moving her into a chokehold and pointed a gun to her head. both of the guys pointed their guns at the hostage and her capture, nora had officially crossed the line of his mercy and she would not be leaving this building alive. but before jeff or todd could do anything y/n nailed nora in the stomach, grabbed her arm and pulled it back causing her to drop the gun she held onto right into y/n’s awaiting hand. not a second later she hit nora in the head with the butt of the gun, knocking her out cold. 

“god, she was annoying.” y/n muttered, dragging her hand along her throat. when she finally turned to face the boys with a smirk matching their confused and perplexed expressions. “i can tell by the look on your face, you knew, didn’t you.” 

“i prayed it wasn’t true. ignored it because i loved you, y/n.” jeff said, balling his fist at his side. even aiming a gun at his girlfriend felt foreign, it felt wrong, like he was betraying her and himself at the same time. “after your performance i didn’t believe the rumors but i guess that was a lapse in my judgment, huh?”

y/n internally flinched at the jeff’s use of ‘loved’, she wished the could have met in another light, where they were free to fall in love and be normal- rather than stuck in the life of mobs and mafias. “loved? god, jeff, you both were my targets but somehow i’m gonna get on this helicopter only eliminating one.” she explained painfully, her life with the boy she cares for so much a mere spec now, the life she built was years gone with the simple wave of a hand.  “i-i love you too and i won’t kill you, not now at least, baby. i’ll send your regards to my father.” 

[k0dzukwen]

Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader ~Seijoh Maid Cafe Event~

I thought it would be funny to write about Iwaizumi having to dress up for a Maid cafe event at Seijoh for a festival or something-  like in free omg shush rin in a maid dress- ANYWAYS LMFAO YEA ENJOY OR WHATEVER OH THIS IS IWAIZUMI POV WRITTEN BTW <33

Warnings- Some cussing and a hint at NSFW at the end

Word count- 797 

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”, Oikawa flinched before he started laughing. Iwaizumi stared blankly at the dress before him. “I am not wearing a maid dress, Shittykawa..” Oikawa snickered “Why not? You know...you’ll look great in it~”. Iwaizumi raised a hand at him as he ran off laughing. “Stupidkawa…” He muttered to himself. Iwaizumi cared for his team greatly and would do anything for them, but this was too far. He sighed and closed his eyes visioning the scenario. Him in the stupid dress working at the cafe, the festival is almost over and he is about to leave when his girlfriend shows up, “Iwazumi…are you...a cross dresser?”. His eyes shot open, there was no way in hell he would let that happen. His girlfriend would break up with him instantly seeing him in a dress, she would assume he cross dresses and want nothing to do with him. He knew Y/N was kind hearted and understanding but, how would she react to this? “Fucking hell…” he muttered as he walked to the locker room to change, “If my life is ruined after this night I will murder Oikawa…” 

He stared into the mirror, “What...the...fuck…”.The reflection of him in the mirror was...confusing, The short dress went above his knees causing him to constantly pull it down. “Ooohhh Iwa-chan~”, Oikawa called to him from across the room. “What…” Oikawa grinned widely, he was also in a dress which made Iwaizumi less angry. “You look really good, I bet Y/N will like it~”. His face started to flush, “Shut up..”. Oikawa laughed loudly as he walked out the locker room. Iwaizumi scoffed and then looked back at his reflection, “How stupid…I can’t bel-” 

 Ring Ring 

It was his phone, as he picked it up he saw it was a Facetime call...from Y/N. He frantically declined it, “Shit..she’s gonna be pissed at me” He thought, He quickly shook it off and ran out the locker room 

Finally..It was over Iwaizumi started cleaning up what he could fast, “Mattsun, Makki you both have cleaning duty” Mattsun quickly stood up from where he was, “Iwaizumi...I have to go see my girlfriend…”. Iwazumi glared at him, “...And?” Mattsun cleared his throat and started to quickly clean up. Iwaizumi started to look around, he knew something was off but he couldn’t figure it out. “Oh Iwa-chan~ Someone is here for you!” His heart started beating fast, he was praying it was a late customer he could quickly shut down with a “We’re closed Idiot”. But as he turned around, he knew that wasn’t the case. Y/N stood there next to Oikawa, her arms were crossed and her eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck..” He thought to himself, “Uh..Hey Ba-”. She cut him off quickly, “You’ve been declining my calls for the past 3 hours, are you okay mentally because last time I check that's not how you treat someone”, She stared at him basically glaring, “Especially your girlfriend!” He was stunned, he had seen his girlfriend mad but..not this mad. She looked like she was ready to kill him. Oikawa smiled “I’ll leave you guys to sort this out...I have someone to see!!” Oikawa ran off, Iwaizumi groaned and looked back at his angry girlfriend. “Look Y/N I can expla- Y/N?” He stared at her confused, her face was flushed a dark pink and she was covering her mouth, “Y/N are you okay?” He was genuinely concerned, fearing he made her so mad she would be sick. But then, she started laughing...hard. “Iwaizumi...Babe...You..” She kept laughing hard to the point where she had to sit on the floor, seeing her boyfriend in a maid dress was hilarious and attractive, but the way he was standing made him look like a angry grandma and she was weakened. Iwaizumi quickly caught on and crossed his arm “Seriously, You dumbass this isn’t funny...”, she started laughing harder and Iwaizumi couldn’t help but smile, he loved when she laughed and was smiling, she looked unbelievably cute. He walked over to her and kneeled down, “Wh- What do you want...granny?” she started laughing again and Iwaizumi just smirked at her. She noticed his facial expression, “Why are you looking at me like th-”. That's when he gently grabbed her by her chin and slowly kissed her, He pulled away and stared at her for awhile before saying

 “Next time, you’ll be the one in the dress”

[yuengi]

bad boys bring it to you

header credits go to valerie @taendrils !!

pairing: tattoo artist!yoongi /reader warnings: choking, praise kink, dirty talk genre: pwp, smut words: 7.1k

Friends are useless.

You finally learn the truth behind these words when Taehyung and Hoseok corner you after work an unsuspecting Tuesday afternoon, smiles much too wide to mean anything good.

“So,” Hoseok begins, inspecting his fingernails with a smirk, “Remember last Thursday when you said I’d be too much of a wimp to ever get a piercing?”

You roll your eyes, pushing him back a little bit with a shove. “That’s because you are a wim–”

“False!” Taehyung interrupts, eyes glinting. “He is no longer Hoseok, wimp extraordinaire–”

“I resent that!” Hoseok interrupts, voice indignant.

“–but rather, Jung Hoseok, hardcore, punk rocker with an ear piercing.”

You blink. “What.”

“Rocker, juvenile, delinquent, lives on the edge–” Hoseok shrugs. “Take your pick; they all describe me right now.”

And then he turns to the side, a little glint of metal shining and oh–

Jung Hoseok has an ear piercing.

This is bad news.

Very, very bad news.

“Guys,” you plead, voice nervous and desperate. “It’s awesome that Hoseok got the piercing and all, but–”

“No buts! You promised you’d get a piercing if I got one.”

You huff at that; only Hoseok would hold you to a promise you made when drunk.

Taehyung and Hoseok are positively unbearable separately but when they come together, they’re an unstoppable force. It’s how you end up walking to a tattoo parlor on the sketchy side of town, shivering in fear as Hoseok trots alongside, whistling cheerfully.

“No, nope I can’t do this,” you wail, stopping in your tracks when the shabby tattoo parlor comes into view. “I’m too scared, Hoseok. It can’t happen–I’m gonna die.”

Hoseok snorts, one hand latching onto your wrist to prevent you from turning around. “If I can get through this, you can, too, stupid.” And with that, he’s tugging you closer and closer to the establishment, cackling as you plead with him.

The bell rings over your head as you’re pushed in, the sharp smell of antiseptic filling your nose. The shop is completely empty, save for the tanned, black-haired man bent over the counter top, pen cap clenched between his teeth as he doodles onto a white paper. It’s fairly small, a little red counter over a glass case full of piercings and two stout wooden stools. Tattoo designs cover every inch of the wall and there’s a beaded curtain separating what you assume must be the back rooms, but your thoughts are interrupted by the man standing, lanky limbs and bored eyes.

“Sup,” He calls, spitting out the pen cap and straightening. “Here for a tattoo?”

“No,” Hoseok laughs, jerking his thumb in your direction, “but my friend here wants a piercing.”

The man surveys you, plush lips pursed and you stumble forwards, wiping your sweaty and on your skirt and mustering a stiff smile as you stick your hand out. “H–hi!”

He looks unimpressed, eyebrow arched and nose wrinkled, but just as you’re about to lower your hand, he raises his, grasping your hand in a firm handshake.

“Yoongi!” He calls over his shoulder. “We got a client for you!”

The lanky man turns back to look at you, eyes impassive. “Yoongi’s the piercer around here, so don’t get all jittery.”

“J–jittery?” You squeak, fingers shaking. “Who’s jittery?”

Hoseok stifles a laugh with the back of his hand, shoulders shaking. “I’m sorry about my friend,” he offers with an apologetic smile. “She’s scared of everything.”

The man nods, head ducking behind the counter to rummage through the filing cabinets. “We get a lot of people around here who’re scared,” he drawls. “Yoongi’s good at what he does. I’ll just pull out the disclaimer forms for you and we can quickly wrap this up, alright?”

You nod as his head pops back up, a manila folder clenched between his fingers. “And you look plenty old enough, but I can I get your i.d? Just y’know laws and whatnot.”

You rummage through your purse, fingers brushing over lipstick tubes and hand sanitizer. Handing him the card, your eyes scan over the form. Everything looks standard, warnings of infections and standard procedure and liability.

You hear rustling behind the beaded curtain, sneaking a peek out of the corner of your eye to catch a glimpse of a black tshirt and black ripped jeans.

It must be Yoongi, the enigma, the piercer, the man who holds the fate of your life in his hands.

Your mind procures images of a burly six foot tall man, bushy eyebrows and formidable tattoos, tired of whiners and criers. It does nothing to settle your nerves, thoughts of piercings all over his face and rough, angry words.

The man behind the counter leans forwards as you scrawl your name onto the dotted line, scanning the page and filing it away, handing you a copy.

“Hey, Namjoon,” calls a voice from the back room, “where are all the clamps.” It’s deep, rumbly, slightly warm, and you shiver despite yourself.

The man behind the counter, presumably Namjoon, huffs and rolls his eyes, spinning on his heel to shove through the curtain.

“So,” Hoseok begins, “on a scale of one to ten, how quickly are you going to cry?”

You frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the counter, back facing the curtain.

“I’m not a wimp like you, so not at all. Unlike you, Hoseok I’m tough.”

“Good to hear,” chuckles a low voice behind you. “Makes my job a hell of a lot easier.”

You spin on your heel, eyes landing on an amused face, curled lips, and messy brown hair. He’s short–shorter than you expected–with thin, spindly arms and sharp, piercing eyes. Tattoos cover every inch of his arms, swirls of color and ink and climbing up and disappearing into the sleeves of his black shirt, reappearing on his neck.

You’re an adult with a semblance of self-control but your can’t help it when the first thought that runs through your mind is ‘holy fuck, this is so worth the needle’.

“I hear you want to get pierced today?” He offers with a waggle of his eyebrows. “My name’s Yoongi and stabbing with pointy objects is my game.”

You choke, spluttering out wheezes as Namjoon thwacks Yoongi on the back of the head, rolling his eyes. “Stop telling that to customers, dumbass.”

Yoongi cackles, head tipped back in mirth, and you admire the black ink etched into the column of his neck, faintly making out letters and swirling vines.

He shoves Namjoon aside, whisking the paper off the counter. You admire the way his fingers look, crooked and long, thick and rough pads rubbing against the folder.

“Checked her age?” He mumbles out of the corner of his mouth to Namjoon.

“She’s old enough,” the lanky male responds, ren cap back between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the paper in front of him.

Your eyes rake over his form, appreciatively eyeing his thighs, tight underneath the black denim, scanning up to trace over the tendrils of ink–

“You’re being so obvious right now,” Hoseok whispers in your ear, and you can almost hear the fucking smirk in his words, whipping around to throw a sharp glare at him.

“So, what kind of piercing would you like today, m’lady?” Yoongi asks, rubbing his hands together and casting a teasing smile in your direction.

“Tr–tragus,” you respond, momentarily taken off guard by his smile, “but are you the piercer?”

Yoongi’s eyes shift a little bit, lips curling into a wider smile. “Why yes, I am.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Not a tattoo artist? But you don’t have any piercings?”

This time he looks even more amused and you catch the faintest smirk on Namjoon’s lips as well.

You can’t exactly breathe right now because Yoongi’s eyes are a little different and it’s making your breath catch a little bit. You’re not sure if the way he licks over his lips, tongue sticking out from between his teeth, is a habit or because of you. The way his eyes scan over you, dragging down your torso and flitting back up to stare into your eyes, leaving your fidgeting, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

He steps forward, too close, much too close and shoots you a smile before his mouth pops open. Your eyes catch the glint of a silver stud sitting innocently in the middle of his tongue and you faintly register Hoseok snickering but it’s all lost over the rush of blood in your ears.

“There’s my piercing,” Yoongi says, stepping back and shoving his hands into his pockets with a cocky grin.

“Oh.” The sound comes out as more of a croak. Excellent.

Namjoon seems to derive some sort of pleasure from your reaction, sniggering into his shirt sleeve.

“Alrighty then,” Hoseok chimes from behind you, “I’ve done my work, the rest of up to you. I have to meet up with Taehyung for dinner, so I’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully with another hole on your body.” He winks at you as he backs out of the door and panic flood through you as you leap forwards, scrambling.

“No, Hoseok, no,” you whisper urgently, tugging on his sleeve. “Please just stay.”

“Can’t, darling,” he drawls, lips drawing up into a smirk, “but I think you’ll find someone else here to help you out.”

And with that he skips through the door, a light tinkle in the air echoing as the only recollection of your stupid friends.

“Alright,” Namjoon sighs from behind you, “I’m leaving, Yoongi! It’s closing time in about ten minutes so she’s the last client we’re taking for the day!”

Yoongi appears next to you, hand on the small of your back. “Don’t worry,” he says, voice low and gruff, “I’ll take good care of you.”

A shiver runs down your spine, one you’re sure Yoongi can feel.

“I’ll lock up, so remember to leave the keys!” Yoongi calls over his shoulder as Namjoon shrugs on a jacket, nodding and swiftly leaving.

There’s a sort of silence that rings when the both of you are alone, one that makes your fingers tingle and head rush with too many thoughts.

Yoongi interrupts your thoughts with a gentle push, his hand still firm on the small of your back. “After you, m’lady. Let’s pick an earring first and we’ll go through the whole thing nice and easy.” His voice is deep, soothing, but it drives a shudder through your body, one you try to shake off as you eye the arrangements of earrings in the glass case.

“Since it’s a tragus there aren’t really very many options, but I’d recommend that one,” he says, long finger pointing at a silver stud. “Won’t get easily infected and pretty standard maintenance.”

“I’ll go with that,” you decide quickly, not looking forward to inflicting more pain than necessary on yourself.

“Alright, then,” Yoongi straightens, moving to part the curtains, “follow me.”

You’re led through a short hallway into a back room. Yoongi tells you to wait on the long table, eerily reminiscent of a doctor’s office, with white walls and a long white curtain and white paper covering the examination table that crinkles when you sit on it and it’s too much, too much.

“Relax,” Yoongi hums, standing at the small counter in the room, digging through the drawers. “I promise the pain isn’t as bad as they tell you.” He snaps on a pair of latex gloves

“That doesn’t help very much,” you wheeze, wringing your hands. “This place reminds me of needles and i just–nope.”

He laughs a little, the sound so clear and rich it makes your heart skip several beats. “I understand. I’ll guide you through the whole thing, so don’t stress too much.”

You nod, resigned to inevitable pain when he steps forward, a few pieces of completely foreign equipment in his hands. The first thing he hold up, much to your relief, is not a needle.

“I’m just gonna mark the place I’m piercing, alright?”

He brings his face close to yours, slim flingers gently slipping under your jaw to turn your face to the side. You spread your legs a little to accommodate his frame, the position strangely intimate.

The soft tip of the marker presses against your ear and Yoongi pulls back, an encouraging smile on his face.

“Don’t worry. Half the struggle is already over.”

He rips open an alcohol towelette, fingers brushing stray strands away from your face and the smell of disinfectant rises and permeates your senses.

“I’m gonna clamp your ear now,” he mumbles comfortingly, a sudden pressure on your ear. It makes you gasp and he shakes his head, cooing softly, “shhh, no, it’s alright, we haven’t gotten to the needle just yet.”

His eyes are fixed on your ear and for a moment you panic, fingernails digging into the paper beneath you, a loud crinkling noise echoing in the room. He looks down for a split second, an understanding look on his face. “Hey, it’s alright. Tell you what, if you want, you can hold onto my shirt.”

“W–what?” You stutter, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

“Hold onto my shirt or my waist, whatever, just brace yourself.”

This can’t possibly be normal you wonder, your cheeks flushing as your fingers scramble up to tangle in the hem of his shirt. But it’s something you quite enjoy, relishing in the quick peek of tattooed abdomen that flashes before your eyes. His eyes seem to smoulder, dark and heavy as his his breath ghosts over your lips, face coming closer to yours.

“Can I move on now?” He whispers softly, gently.

You nod, not trusting your voice and clamping your jaw shut.

“Good girl,” he praises, voice dropping several octaves, and your body burns at the words, cheeks flushing and a red heat spreading over your form.

And it definitely isn’t the best time to get turned on, you think, eyes slipping shut. There’s no possible way that this is normal.

“Be still,” Yoongi orders, his breath fanning across your face.

You dig your tongue into your lower lips, biting down when you feel the tip of the needle press against your ear. There’s a pressure first and then a pain that floods your sense, first dull then sharp. It leaves you whimpering, knuckles white as they tangle further into the hem of his tshirt.

“It’s alright,” he coos, lips brushing over your cheek. “We’re almost done.”

Tears collect at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. Your ear burns, like all the blood is rushing to that one spot, head spinning, stomach twisting.

“And, we’re done,” Yoongi mumbles, moving the clamp away from your ear. “You did well.”

When your eyes open, a little teardrop runs down the side of your face, one that Yoongi gently brushes away with his fingertips.

You look up at him, pouting through the tears. “That was really painful.” The words come out breathless, almost in a gasp, too loud in the silence of the room.

Something flickers in his eyes, dark and smothering, but it quickly fades as he slips a hand underneath your jaw and tilts your head up, lips oh so close to yours.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, breath ghosting over your lips. The tension is stifling, pressing down on your chest and swirling inside your stomach.

Your lips twitch.

He steps back, taking the warmth of his body heat with him, and you mourn the loss. Yoongi takes a few moments to gather the materials, snapping his gloves off and tossing them into the wastebin.

“Make sure you clean then every night and avoid sleeping on that side,” he informs you, pacing around the room to clean up.

Your fingers twiddle in your lap, itching to make a move, but not quite sure what exactly. Yoongi is more polite now; there’s still the warmth, but it’s coated by the cloak of professionalism and it makes you pout.

It makes you reconsider everything that just happened, a longing ache filling your chest and you just need to say something, something not stupid, something–

“So how far to your tattoos go?” You blurt out, shoulders hunching as your eyes flit to every corner of the room, not quite meeting his.

Smooth.

His eyes snap to yours and he turns around, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Like how many do I have?” He questions, smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“Y–yeah,” you squeak intelligently.

Yoongi stalks forwards, strides long and purposeful, his eyes dark. He plants his hands on either side of your body on the examination table, wedging his form between your legs.

“Want me to show you?”

“Uhm, I mean if you want–”

You’re cut off by him stepping back, fingers gripping onto the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head and oh my–

Tattoos sprawl across his chest, wisps of ink trailing over his chest, little flowers and drawings that are so intricate you find yourself leaning forward, humming in appreciation when he steps forward again, back into your personal space.

Your hand lifts, almost unconsciously and your fingertips are halfway to his chest when you stop, blushing and looking at him with embarrassment.

“You can touch,” he supplies, eyebrow quirked in amusement.

A sort of happiness spreads through you at his words, fingers greedily moving to press against his cool skin, tracing the lines of ink up his chest, taking in the colorful swirls and carefully etched lines. Your eyes widen at the sight of two glinting silver metal pieces, pierced through his nipples.

A glance up at him with an arched brow only grants you a cocky grin from him.

You feel an involuntary shudder run down your spine at that, turning your attention back to his chest. Yoongi’s chest is really a work of art . . . covered with sprawling tattoos and splashes of colors, delicately balanced with the metal studs that wink at you from his nipples. His breath hitches a little when you drag your nail down the center of his chest, right between where the piercings lie, and you’re suddenly reminded of the compromising position the two of you are in, his half-naked body almost pressed up against yours, your legs dangling loosely around his waist.

It makes your fingers stutter, opting instead to follow one of the vines up his neck. Yoongi hums contentedly, tipping his head back as you follow the swirls, fingers pressing into his jaw and unconsciously dancing softly over his lips.

He brings his head back down, locking eyes with you, and this time his eyes are hungry, needier and it makes the ache between your legs intensify.

“Do you do this for all of your clients?” You whisper, one hand coming back to play with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“Only for cute little things like you,” he answers, lips quirking, his eyes locked on your mouth.

“Oh.”

You really do have the most insightful conclusions at the best of times.

He brings his face closer, mouth hovering over yours, but he doesn’t seal your lips, and you realize he’s waiting, making sure that you’re okay with this. The last piece of dignity inside of you, of not fucking random hot strangers you meet in tattoo parlors, dies right there and then.

You lurch forwards, teeth clacking a little painfully against his and he immediately melts into the kiss, hands moving to tug you closer by your waist. He doesn’t waste time, licking into your mouth and groaning, pressing and swirling the metal stud on his tongue in ways that have you keening, both hands coming up to tug at his hair.

Your fingers fumble with the button of his jeans, tugging and fretting to pull the fabric away from his body. His cock springs free when you do, hot and thick and heavy, the tip an angry red, and out of the corner of your eye, you see his fingers twitch, once, twice. It’s too much, too overpowering, and you slide off the exam table, dropping to your knees in front of him, eager and wanting and impatient.

A long, black tattoo swirls over his left thigh, peeking out of the fold of his jeans from where he has them folded just enough for his cock to hang out.  Your eyes momentarily flit over it, taking in the image of a wolf appreciatively, but your mind keeps moving, taking in too much sensory stimulus at once. His thighs are spread, inviting, and you’d really like to sit in his lap but you’re a little more than distracted by the dick in front of your face, because dammit Yoongi is hung.

“Can I–” you croak, voice dry and cracked, “can I please touch?”

Yoongi cracks a teasing smile behind gritted teeth. “You’ve been good today, so I don’t see why not.”

You ignore the fire that burns down your spine when he says the words, leaning forward to flick your tongue over the head of his cock. His eyes flash and he practically growls, hands clenching into tight fists by his sides.

Your eyes slide shut, bobbing your head twice as you push the head of his cock past your lips, slick noises echoing in the silent room, coupled with the heavy breaths that are pulled in sharply through your nose. The stretch is wide, the girth of his length stretching the seams of your mouth and a dull ache settles in your jaw, but it’s one you enjoy, relishing in the way Yoongi moans, thighs quivering.

One of your hands come up to stroke at the base of his length, fingers brushing over all that you can’t take fully into your mouth. You try to take in more, relaxing your throat muscles and guiding his cock slowly into your mouth, humming when you hear Yoongi groan.

The sound intensifies the ache growing between your legs and you moan around his cock, fingers moving to claw at his thighs, raking over rough denim. You let out the faintest of whimpers, desperate and whiny and it’s all it takes for the last of Yoongi’s self control to snap.

He snarls, fisting a hand into your hair and dragging you forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat and your eyes snap open. Your fingers scrabble against his thighs, eyes tearing up as he snaps his hips forward, fucking into your mouth with a long, drawn out groan.

Yoongi’s cock stretches your mouth painfully, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes and running down the side of your face. He tips his head back, groaning, the sound painfully arousing, and exposes the length of his neck.

You’ve lost all control of your senses, so you splutter, choking when he drives his hips deeper, trying to pull broken breaths in through your nose when it ends up nestled in dark pubic hair. You focus on relaxing your throat, fingernails clawing into his thighs as your eyes slide shut.

“Good girl,” he praises, voice gruff, and when you flit your eyes up to look at him, teary and shining, his own roll back into his head, hips stuttering, a deep moan spilling past his lips. “That’s it, baby, take it all the way.”

You admire the ink adorning his neck, drool beginning to leak from the corners of your mouth and your lungs beginning to scream. The hand tangled in your hair finally releases and you pull back, coughing and spluttering, trying to ease the sting in your throat.

“Never taken a cock this big, baby?” He asks, voice lilting at the end teasingly, and when you look up, he’s got that smirk back on his lips and he wastes no time in roughly cupping your jaw and pulling you up, backing your body up against the examination table.

“Do you think you can take it?” His voice is gravelly, raspy and it makes you buck up against his frame, desperately searching for some type of release. One of his hands fists into your hair, snapping your head back as he laves the flat of tongue against the column of your neck.

You can only moan in response, fingers coming up to claw at his shoulders.

Yoongi bites up your neck, sucking fresh bruises into the unmarred skin and biting your lips, licking into your mouth. The piercings on his chest brush against you, intense and sharp all at once, leaving you a mess. You whine pathetically, legs almost buckling as you try to reciprocate the actions desperately.

He grunts when your knees give way partially, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you flush against his body, his length slipping underneath your skirt and pressing against the insides of your thighs.

“God, I wanna fuck so bad,” he groans, forehead pressed against yours and the way your breaths are coming out in rapid puffs of air is probably not healthy, but you can’t help it. Yoongi dissolves everything else around you, burning the air into a mess of lust. Bursts of pleasure wrack your frame as Yoongi grinds against you, teeth gritted and you can only mewl in response, fingernails raking down his back.

“Pl–please,” you manage, voice cracking as he rubs a hand up your thigh, slipping underneath your skirt. It’s all the permission he needs before his hands latch onto your waist, hoisting your body up onto the table.

Yoongis hands grope at your thighs, his teeth digging into your lower lip, biting and nipping. Your body feels weak and you’re more than happy to let Yoongi lift your arms, pulling your shirt off, his fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra.

His lips immediately wrap around a nipple, the metal stud sweeping over the bud and leaving you gasping, back arching. One of his hands comes up to toy with the other nipple, tugging at the one in his mouth gently with his teeth.

You keen, bucking up against him and he grins in response, lips curving against the side of your breast.

“You’re so sensitive, baby,” he rasps, fingers slipping underneath your skirt to graze along the edge of your panties, “makes me wanna wreck you.”

His fingers slip past your panties, sliding up against your folds and your eyes roll back as his other hand untangles from your hair and glides down to press against your lower back, bringing you impossibly close. Your fingers claw at his shoulder blades, reveling in the way they shift, but then he pushes a finger into you and your eyes roll back, jaw slackening and a loud moan slips past your lips.

He bites down the length of your neck, laving his tongue over the surface and groaning as his fingers pump into you quickly, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

“Y–Yoongi,” you mewl, fruitlessly trying to rock back down onto his fingers, “please.”

He practically snarls against your neck, mouth peppering kisses until he reaches your lips, tongue slipping into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, chest rumbling as he pulls away, a string of spit pulled between your lips, “say my name again.”

He curls his fingers, hitting every spot inside of you perfectly and you whine, rutting up against him.

“Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi,” you breathlessly moan, eyes screwed shut. “Yoongi, fuck, yes, Yoong–”

He cuts you off by sealing your lips together again, the hand on the small of your back moving to grope your thighs and spread them further apart, leaving you gasping and squirming underneath him. His tongue piercing rubs against the roof of your mouth, a high keen slipping past your lips at the feeling.

“Fuck, your piercing feels so fucking good,” you blubber, breath hitching and teeth digging into your lower lip.

He pulls his fingers out and you whine in protest, hands coming up to splay across his chest as your eyebrows furrow at the sudden loss.

“Wanna fuck you,” he rasps, voice low and grating, fingers slipping into the waistband of your skirt and pulling it down roughly with your panties. “Gonna fuck you so good.” His words come out in a jumbled slur, tongue heavy with lust.

Your clothes go flying over his shoulders, but you’re too far gone to even care about where they land, dragging your fingernails down the expanse of his chest, fingers hooking through his belt loops as you straighten your back and wrap your legs around him.

He kisses you, lips slick and rough, but surprisingly gentle, hands coming up to push your body down so you lay flat against the table.

“Fuck,” you whine, back arching needily against the table,

“Y’know,” he hums bending down and flattening his tongue along your folds, “my tongue feels good in a lot of places.” There’s a smug smirk across his lips when you wail, fingers threading through the strands of his hair, tugging him closer.

He moans against you, tongue flicking up across your clit and your eyes roll back at the feeling of the little metal ball rubbing against your clit. A chokes off scream bubbles past your lips, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and you lock your legs around his head, bucking up against him.

Yoongi’s hand presses down on your hip, a growl ripping from his throat as he swirls his tongue around the bundle of nerves, drawing a long moan from your lips. He trails his tongue down, thumb coming to rub at your clit, and pokes his tongue at your entrance, the metal stud pushing in briefly. Your legs shake, body writhing, and he pushes his tongue in, the metal ball pressing and dragging inside of you and all you can do is cry out, shaking underneath him.

His tongue fucks into you lazily, a stark contrast to the pace set by his thumb on your clit, and you moan mindlessly. The hand on your clit moves and now both of his hands are kneading into your thighs, blunt nails leaving thin red lines in their wake. His hands lift your thighs, pushing them flat against the table and you don’t think you’ve ever been this exposed but the dull ache in the muscle takes a back seat to the rush of pleasure coursing up your spine. Yoongi doesn’t waste time, fingers leaving blue-black bruises across the skin and tongue fucking into your so well, your toes curl and your legs shake.

“Yoongi,” you whine, voice needy and desperate, “I can’t–please.”

He pulls back with a grin, lips wet and glossy, standing to plant both hands by your head. “Want you to cum around my cock, baby,” he rasps, his cock rubbing against your thigh, the rough denim of his jeans scratching at your legs.

His hands trail down, latching onto your hips and you squeak as he manhandles you, flipping you over onto your front and bending you over. You can hear him behind you, moving around and rustling, and when you hear the telling rip of a condom wrapper, you arch your back a little bit, jutting your ass out. The crinkled paper on the examination table sticks to the sweat on your stomach, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when the fat head of Yoongi’s cock pushes into you, a hitched gasp spilling from your lips. He rocks in slowly, his length filling you up and pressing against your walls in all of the right ways, leaving you a writhing mess. You can only claw at the examination table, mewling at the feeling and arching your back to pull him in closer, but it proves futile when his hands come to grip your hips, holding you steady.

He bends over, hands coming to press down on top of yours, hot breaths puffing against your neck. Yoongi peppers little kisses there and the act feels strangely intimate, and your heart swells a little but you grit your teeth, forcing it away.

He raises from where he’s bent over you, hands firm on your hips as he rocks into you, painfully slow. It doesn’t take you long to adjust, trying to rock back against his hips, but Yoongi is careful, almost gentle,  fucking into you with shallow thrusts and it makes tears well up in his eyes. You don’t want him to gentle–you want him to fuck you so hard your legs shake and you can’t breathe and you’re screaming.

“Yoongi,” you moan, breathlessly, neck bent at an awkward angle as your eyes slide back to find his, and it’s so utterly filthy, the way he’s staring at you, jaw clenched in restraint, that it makes all the uncertainty inside of you melt away. “Fuck–fuck me, properly. Do it right.”

He snarls at your words and it seems like that’s all it takes for his self-control to snap because he’s pulling his hips back all the way, only the tip of his cock inside of you and then he’s snapping his hips forward so hard your hips slam into the examination table. Your eyes roll back and you’re sure there’ll be bruises all over your body when this is over, but everything fades expect for Yoongi and his dick and the way he feels inside of you.

“Baby,” he groans, voice raspy and gravelly, “you’re so good like this, you take me so well.” His hands come to pull yours behind your back, folding your forearms across the small of your back and holding then there with one hand.

Drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth as he slams back into you, thick and hot and pulsing inside of you. His hips are snapping into you so quickly the examination table is slamming into the wall, heavy pants and stuttered curses tellingly loud in the small room.

His free hand fists into your hair, snapping your head back and you wail, teeth clacking together from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Gonna let me choke you today, baby?” He rasps, voice tight and strained.

You mouth opens in a moan, the idea so utterly arousing you can’t breathe, the world a spinning mess of colors. Your lips can only blubber back a mess of broken sounds and syllables, and Yoongi’s low rumble of “slow down, baby” doesn’t help.  

When you finally manage to regain some form of coherency, you garble, “Fuck, please, yes Yoongi, please choke me please please please.”

Yoongi calms you down with soft coos, releasing your arms and hair to instead trace circles into the small of your back with his thumbs and groans “yes, anything for you, baby”.

He pulls out of you, a low his slipping from his lips and fingers drawing away from you. Without the support of his hands holding your up, your knees buckles and you nearly fall to the ground, but just as quickly, his hands are back on you, lifting you to instead lay you flat on the examination table, fingers moving to wrap around your ankles and lift your legs until you’re nearly bent in half. The position is exposing, revealing and you feel a warm blush creep up your neck, spreading across your cheeks. Yoongi seems to take note of the blush because he rakes his eyes down the length of your body, a smirk spreading over his lips.

“Pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

You keen at the praise, beck arching and fingernails clawing down his chest. He pushes back into you and your breath hitches when he bottoms out, his cock heavy and thick in all the right ways.

“Y,” you whine impatiently. “Fucking move already–”

He cuts you off by pulling his hips back and snapping back into you, his breath fanning over your lips and when his fingers curl around your neck, where chin meets throat, you can only bite back the moans that threaten to pour from your lips.

The effect is instantaneous: you clench around Yoongi, eyes rolling to the back of you head, mouth open in a silent gasp. You can feel your whole body starting to tingle, from head to toes, and you notices Yoongi has stopped moving, mesmerized by the bliss flitting across your face. The burn in your lungs intensifies and all you can focus on is how good Yoongi feels inside of you, the stretch and burn of every thrust heightened.

His fingers relax, just as black spots begin to dance on the edges of your vision and you cough the sting away, eyes watering.

“You alright, baby?” Yoongi asks, thrusts slowing as he pulls a few sweaty strands away from your face.

You whine at the loss and buck up against him needily. “Yes,” you slur, throat burning, “I’m fine, but please please do that again Yoongi please.”

Yoongi’s lip twitches at this and really, you beg for him so well, he’d be crazy to deny you. His face relaxes and he grins teasingly, hips snapping into you.

“Good girl.”

His fingers curl back around your throat and you bite your lip in anticipating as he tightens his hold, cutting off your airflow.

Your breath cuts off, and as your lungs start to burn, it’s like you can feel everything else more intensely. The rough denim of Yoongi’s jeans rubbing against your inner thighs and the press of Yoongi’s hand on your throat and the drops of sweat that bead up along his forehead, dripping down his temples. You look up at Yoongi and his face is flushed and his lips are parted and he’s staring at your neck with a fascination and desire that makes your eyes roll back and jaw slacken.

It’s too much, the pleasure and the fire burning underneath your skin and it has to peak somewhere.

Your nails rake down his chest, graze over his arms, trace over his shoulder, desperate to mark up every inch of skin as your end draws nearer.

You’re getting lightheaded, colorful spots dancing on the edges of your vision, and you wants to scream, tell Yoongi how good it feels, meet his thrusts, but you can’t.

You’re weak, the tips of your fingers tingling, and you can only lie there in completely surrender to Yoongi’s control, and just take it.

Just when you feel like the pleasure is unbearable, like you’re becoming delirious, Yoongi releases his hold and moves his hands to your thighs, spreading them further apart as his thrusts grow more erratic.

“Come on,” he groans, eyes clouded with lust, “cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

It’s what has your toes curling, eyes rolling back as a scream is ripped from your throat and you clench around him, impossibly tight. It only takes Yoongi one, two more thrusts before he’s spilling into the condom with a loud groan of your name.

Yoongi sinks forward, elbows catching himself on the examination table and hovers over you. His smile is softer this time, sweet and pretty and maybe it’s the post-orgasmic haze but there’s a sort of beauty that comes with Yoongi looking blissed out, hair mussed.

It has you craning your neck up to seal your lips in a lingering kiss, tongue licking into your mouth and the feeling of the metal stud rubbing against your tongue has you whining.

“That was nice,” he says when he pulls back, a thin string of saliva stretched between your lips. His lips are curved in a smile but it’s not mocking in any way. In fact, he seems genuine and it makes your heart flutter, lower lip caught between your teeth.

“Yeah, that made me way less scared” you whisper, smiling up at him and for a moment, he looks taken aback, but something flickers behind his eyes and he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your lips before he pulls away and stands.

He turns away and rummages through one of the cabinets, shooting a smirk over his shoulder. “Pleased to be of service m’lady.”

You snort, one hand coming up to lay over your eyelids as you try to catch your breath, startling when you feel a cold swipe over your thigh. Your eyes find a sheepish Yoongi holding a pack of wet wipes and cleaning your legs of cum and sweat.

“Hold still.”

The cold wipe cleans over your thighs and gently moves over your folds, cleaning up the slick and he tosses it into the wastebin, rolling his condom off with a hiss and tying the end, throwing it out.

He helps you back into your clothes, mumbling soft apologies about the bruises and hickeys that litter your skin, but you wave them off, blushing a little because it’s not like you didn’t want them.

A few minutes later, you’re both standing in front of the counter back at the front of the shop and he’s leaning across the counter, a mischievous smile across his lips as you pout.

“I’m sore.” you pout, knees still weak.

Yoongi laughs, head tipping back, and you decide you like the sound, especially when it’s paired with his bright grin coming into view.

“I’m sorry about that,” he says, a deep rumble in his chest, “but how about I make it up to you with dinner? Tomorrow night?”

Your words die in your throat and you stutter, because at this point you may as well have the DNA of a tomato what with how mow much Yoongi has made you blush in the past hour.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He says, eyebrow raised and you nod quickly, fingers twiddling.

He looks a little unsure, lips thin and nose wrinkled so when he steps around the counter with long strides to open the door for you, you stumble after him and lift onto your tiptoes, fingers tangled in the collar of his shirt as you bring him in for a lasting kiss. It’s more tame than your other kisses, more sweet and soft and reminiscent of sunsets and daisies. The blood in your ears thrums and your eyelashes flutter open when you pull back, met with smirking Yoongi.

“It’s been a pleasure,” he hums, leaning back in to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll see you here tomorrow night, then? At seven?”

You bite back a smile and mumble back dreamily, “Yeah, sure, I’ll see you then.”

And when you waddle out of the shop, five kisses later, lips still tingling, you find that you can’t stop smiling as you wait for your bus back home because maybe you don’t mind Hoseok and Taehyung forcing you to get a piercing because of a bet you made when you were drunk.

Yoongi might be worth it.

a/n: helloe! this is ! my first fic!! i appreciate any and all feedback big thanks!

[grumpyalpacaman]

Nexus Notes - Chapter One

"I already told you, you big dumb bastard, that energy core regulator isn't worth 3,000 Credits. It's not even close!" The young woman slammed her hands down on the clerk's table. Her eyes set in a narrow glare, she scowled between loose strands of bright red hair that fell in front of her face.

Behind the ramshackle stand of partially gnawed scrap metal stood the enormous shopkeeper.  The device she so coveted was tightly gripped in his huge, clawed hand. Dangling cables swayed to and fro and the polished chrome casing reflected the blinding glare of the sun. 

The taurus were the inhabitants of the planet Kakataka in the Aldebaran star system and the largest, most cantankerous of all sentient species in the galaxy. They were also notorious hoarders.

It erupted in a flurry of guttural growls, its ruddy brown scales rapidly scraping and clattering against one another to create a series of accompanying clicks. The chattering noises he emitted elicited a whir of life from a machine strapped to his broad, tapered chest. The gadget lit up and started to translate in a low, robotic voice.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Nexus. This a rare treasure. There is nothing else like it on Pantainos."

"Zakka, you are so full of shit," she said, as she reached into her lab-coat and withdrew a small pair of oval-shaped glasses. Slipping them over her nose, she peered past the imposing, alien shopkeeper to the staggering pile of discarded mechanical trinkets and components behind his kiosk. “I can see two more in the back from here!” Frantically, she removed her glasses and stuffed them back into her coat.

"3,000 credits or no regulator." 

The young woman stood up as tall as she could and crossed her arms over her chest in her best attempt to look authoritative. She was short and scrawny by human standards, not to mention leaning on a cane and absolutely minuscule compared to the seven-foot monster before her. "Listen here, you idiot, you have no idea what that's worth to me and you're just going to eat it anyway! So hand it over for a fair price and stop impeding scientific progress."

Without warning, the shopkeeper opened his jaws for the first time, the lower portion of his face splitting into two and spreading out in a slavering, triangular maw. Then, he chomped into the device in his hand. His shredding teeth crunched and tore the metal apart with ease as he ripped off a chunk and swallowed it before hurling the remnants straight at Nexus's head.

With only a moment of shock, she narrowly ducked under the incoming projectile. The move sent her stumbling and she barely managed to catch herself with her cane to avoid an untimely fall, face-first onto the cold steel ground. If the yelling earlier hadn't drawn the attention of the other merchants and customers that populated the market, this certainly would. Within moments, Zakka had dunked one of his whopping lizard paws into a pile of scrap parts and used it as a shovel to hurl yet more junk at the girl.

"Whoa! Is this how you treat all your regulars?" Head held low, she scurried away from the bellowing Taurus. Gears and batteries skittered across the ground and peppered her lab coat. One unfortunate stray something or other even bounced harmlessly, but no less annoying, off of her forehead. "Zakka, you Lunatic," she yelled as she departed the market square.

She looked back over her shoulder more than once on her way back to her apartment, just to make sure there wasn't an angry alien reptile behind her. It wasn't until she was nearly three blocks away that she stopped to catch her breath, leaning against the wall of a building and wiping her brow with the sleeve of her coat. Just from that short run, her muscles ached and her chest burned with exertion. "I left my apartment for that damn regulator and the dumbass took a bite right out of it," she said between gasps. “Still, I hope nobody calls the police on him. He may be a seven-foot, spiky asshole, but he’s still got the best stuff in the entire city. And perhaps more importantly, he doesn’t ask ridiculous questions like, ‘what are you gonna do with this?’ or ‘do you have a license for this highly unstable radioactive material?’”

She spent nearly a minute bent over and panting before rising back up and fanning out her coat to relieve some of the intense heat. “What I would do for a breeze right now. Just a little one.”

Pantainos City, built in the most habitable, lush part of the colony planet for which it was named, was in Nexus's own words, "Too damn hot in the Summer to be conducive to intellectual pursuits." So then why, she often wondered to herself, had the United Earth Federation decided to build its premier academies here? Pantainos was one of the UEF's earliest and most prosperous colonies and had become a grand centre for training and education in the past several decades. Academies and accompanying campuses for humanity's most prestigious schools in the fields of science and military had developed here and dominated much of the city. The best and brightest across all of UEF space were sent here to learn.

But far from the glamorous universities and labs at the city's centre, Nexus walked along the ill-tended streets at the fringes of the sprawling metropolis as she made her way home with a scowl on her face. Not that her neighbours could tell the difference between her usual scowl and today’s, extra perturbed scowl. 

The moment she stepped into the lobby of her apartment and felt the cool, temperature-controlled air hit her face, she let out a long sigh. The familiar sights of the dusty floor, the seemingly permanent ‘out of order’ sign on the secondary elevator and the ever-expanding patch of mould on the far wall were just about the only means through which she could differentiate this and every other apartment building on the black. Nexus whispered a silent thanks to the closest thing she knew to a religious figure, Joey the maintenance guy, that one of the two lifts remained operational. If given the choice between the stairs and sleeping on the crumbling bench in the lobby, Nexus would have to spend some time seriously weighing her options.

With only a brief stutter of resistance, the elevator ascended to the second floor and deposited her in the hallway to find yet another annoyance. "Great. If the heat and the taurus weren't bad enough, some ass-clown piled a bunch of boxes in front of my door!" she thought. For some reason or another, cardboard shipping boxes of varying sizes, piled six high, stood right up against the entrance to her apartment.

Without another thought, she stomped forward and delivered a swift, hard kick with a flip-flop clad foot to the side of the box mountain. Much to her chagrin, the pile barely moved. So, she took a step back and shoulder checked it with the entire, fairly insubstantial, weight of her body and this time she sent it tumbling to the floor with an appeasing clatter. She grinned down at her handiwork, hoping there was something both fragile and valuable within.

The commotion brought someone running almost immediately as a man stepped out of the open door across the hall, looking concerned. His expression promptly shifted to surprise and confusion as he spied Nexus standing over the upended pile of his belongings.

If he put on a uniform, he'd look like he walked right out of a military recruitment ad for the Federation. She thought immediately of a very large and very stupid dog. He was like a man-shaped golden retriever and just as blonde.

"Did you knock over my boxes?"

"Oops," she replied with a shrug as she reached for the keycard in her pocket.

"The hell, lady? I keep important stuff in those."

"Well then maybe you shouldn't keep 'em in front of my door." By this point, she was already daydreaming about punching him in his stupidly handsome face. Though she was pretty sure she’d break her hand on that square jaw. 

He furrowed his brow and attempted to speak up but upon noticing the cane in her hand, he suddenly became very stiff and cast his eyes toward the floor. "Uhm... Sorry," he said as he kneeled and started to gather up his things, shuffling them out of the way for her. "So that's your apartment then?"

"Yep, 37B," she said with the absolute most disinterest she could muster while jabbing a thumb toward the numbers posted behind her.

With an armful of boxes, he stood back and extended his free hand toward her. "I'm just moving in next door. I'm Parker Walsh."

Her eyes drifted back and forth between his hand and his face for several seconds. "Are you suggesting I make physical contact with you?"

"Generally speaking, an offer to shake hands with someone would imply that, yes." Yet more confusion was starting to creep into his voice.

"Ew.” Rolling her eyes, she turned, swiped her card over the electronic lock and stepped into her apartment.

"Ouch," he shot back. "Can I at least have your name?"

"Nexus," she said as she slammed the door behind her.

"There is no way that is your real name," he yelled with his lips scant inches from the door but to no response.

"Parker?" said another man, sticking his head out of the open apartment. He was thinner and less chiselled than his friend but with a sly, fox-like countenance. "What are you doing out here?"

Parker shrugged. "Neighbour girl kicked over our boxes."

"And so you quit unpacking to come out here and flirt with her?"

"Not at first."

"But you did flirt with her?"

"She didn't even give me a chance. It’s just not fair."

"My heart aches for you, brother. Now get back to work. We need everything set up by tomorrow."

"On it." With boxes in hand, he started back toward his apartment, taking one glance at the door behind him as he went. "Well then. See you around, Nex."

The moment she stepped inside her apartment and flicked on the lights, she felt her legs start to shake. She grumbled softly, finally allowing herself to wince at the constant pain she felt in her muscles and eased her body into the wheelchair lying in wait by the door.

Inside her apartment, where one might normally find furniture, decorations or just about anything, Nexus had cables, power generators and several large processors stacked against the wall. In the corner sat a desk with a pair of computers, razor-thin glass panes mounted on swivelling stands. Nexus produced a third, smaller device from inside her coat. With a few swipes on the surface, her chair wheeled itself over to the desk. Once situated, she began sliding her fingers across the dual screens and they came alive with images and information. Her eyes darting back and forth between them. Within arm's reach of her chair sat the single greatest scientific achievement of mankind, an espresso machine. The divine tool was accompanied by a mountain of discarded flavour pods, generally counting among the excessively sweet variety. Though that didn’t stop Nexus from addition several more teaspoons of those godly white granules once the machine had finished its business.

All this technology (save the espresso machine) was connected to a strange, ceiling-high object in the middle of the room. The device occupied the vast majority of the available floor-space. It appeared to be a huge mechanical ring of some kind; that stood eight feet high and across. At the moment, it was deactivated.

She looked upon the centrepiece of her chamber briefly, shook her head, and returned to her work. "Damn Zakka, always a pain in my ass."

It wasn't long before she noticed she had an update on her post on the local University forums. She wasn't exactly a student, but where else was she going to share her hypotheses?

"Oh fantastic, this idiot," she said with mock excitement when she saw who posted. "Hello, Student 681966, a man so boring he uses his student ID as his screen name." Nex skimmed over his latest dull refutation of her work and rolled her eyes. 

"Your ridiculous idea of a potential intersystem artificial intelligence program has no bearing in modern computer science. Even the most simple-minded of your species is aware that software is limited by hardware.

You persist in the idea that your entirely theoretical sub-space processor would alleviate this issue and allow a program to move freely between systems, but this has in itself a litany of issues. There is no evidence to support the idea that information can travel freely between sub-space and normal space. How do you propose such a device would maintain a fixed location within sub-space? In addition, the power requirements would be astronomical.

Fixed sub-space pockets have never been found to be a remote possibility and tests have resulted in failure, every single time. The only possible use for sub-space is point A to B travel through fixed gates."

With a guttural groan of frustration, Nexus swept a hand back through her sweat-matted hair. "This guy has no imagination."

Reclining in her chair steepling her fingers, Nex pondered the list of possible rebuttals. Everything from explaining the potential power of a flywheel energy storage system in the absolute vacuum of sub-space or reference to the sub-space tests performed by Earth scientists decades earlier that implied the possibility of direct access to sub-space beyond simple two-way passages. However, when she received a sudden response from a rather important contact, she decided to let her opposition stew for a little while.

Anxiously, she opened the message with a tap of her finger and pulled the contents up on-screen.

"I have acquired the information you requested."

That alone was all she needed to send her mind alight with fireworks. There was some more afterward about releasing the hold on the promised payments and how to contact him again. She absent-mindedly tapped out an affirmative response and delved into the attached files with all haste possible.

A few weeks ago she'd contacted someone who claimed to have worked on some classified Federation experiments performed on Pantainos. She'd been making a few inquiries about them and they had become a subject of great interest to her, even though they never got off the ground. What they were attempting to develop and why it failed is still unknown to this day, but Nexus's digging had told her that it had something to do with personal-sized sub-space gates, as opposed to the massive rings that transported ships across the galaxy.

"I was right," she muttered to herself after nearly twenty minutes of poring over the contents. "Schematics, test results, dates and locations."

She gleaned from the notes that they had managed to design a miniaturized sub-space gate, though from what she could find, it wasn't able to sustain itself before collapsing after only a few seconds. Several pages appeared to be missing, including details of who was involved and the purpose of the experiments, but all the technical data she needed was right here in these files.

Again she gazed upon the massive mechanism in the centre of her apartment, this time with new excitement and rattling nerves. She bit her lip and considered her options before giving a small nod of affirmation. "To hell with the regulator, I've got work to do."

She wheeled over to the huge ring and pushed herself out of her chair. For hours she consulted the new specifications and adjusted her machine. Multiple trips were made back and forth between the device and her computer and she went through around a dozen cups of coffee and sixty teaspoons of sugar. She scoured every crate of spare parts she had lying around (which was no small number) and the clamour of her tools filled the apartment until the early morning.

She awoke with a start around noon the next day. She had passed out in her wheelchair with a collection of her tools sprawled across her lap and around her wheels. She yawned, grumbled and rubbed the sleep from eyes shadowed by black bags.

Blinking rapidly, Nexus looked at her device, consulted the schematics and then back to the device. It was a match. Better than a match even. She felt she'd improved on the old schematics. "I did it?" She brushed back a tangle of red hair and chuckled to herself. "Of course I did it."

Still coming to, she mumbled out a few commands. "Computer, begin recording a new log now. " A small robot, not unlike an ambulatory tripod, came alive. There was a lens built into the machine’s head, which promptly veered in Nex’s direction.

She pushed herself to her feet and stumbled toward the terminal mounted at the edge of her ring-like device. "Sub-space portal NG Model-1, test 27, sans energy core regulator. Upgraded system to further compensate for the Verdricci effect. Added new subsystems to target a specific location within sub-space, based on new research documents. No more firing off randomly. Begin activation now."

Triumphantly, she punched in the key sequence to start up the machine and listened with glee as it whirred. Lights flickered on around the ring and sparks coursed across the empty space in the middle.

Staring into her would-be sub-space gate, Nexus's hands shook excitedly. "Alright UEF, let's see what you were up to."

The machine's laboured noises intensified and she could feel a charged tingle on her skin. Then, all at once, a disc of torn space appeared inside the ring, contained and stable. Her smile vanished, only to be replaced by a slack jaw and wide eyes. The sight beyond the portal sent shivers through her body and made her stomach churn. Floating in the vast emptiness of sub-space, was a cylindrical device surrounded by lifeless human corpses.

[choupichoups]

I agree with anon who said the thing about Daphne however I also agree and totally understand what you said. Sometimes it can be hard to understand that not everyone is a ‘bad’ person but I guess it’s easier to have that view point when ur not part of the demographic she’s shading or something. Does anything I just said make any sense ? 😂😂 what I’m trying to say is that some of the things daphne said this season did throw me off and it ruined some things for me but idk. No hate btw !!

Yup, don’t worry I totally get what you’re saying! This bout to get sorta deep though so look away now if you don’t wanna get sucked into this long and slightly (only slightly, gOTTA KEEP THE MYSTERY ALIVE!!) personal response. 

Not sure if everyone knows but I am indirectly part of the demographic she’s shading— I’m not white. I’m very visibly Asian despite the mix in my blood and grew up very, very religious. I’m not kidding, pals, this is gonna be hard to believe but I didn’t even swear in high school.

I had the same problems of misconceptions about how I lived my life as Sana and Imane. People had a hard time understanding why I don’t drink, smoke, hook up, etc. and every time I’d do or say something that’s not considered “proper” my friends would throw my religion (mostly false material, ya know how it is) back in my face. I had a close group of friends, more than one ‘Daphne’ among them, it was a stressful time. I got accused of homophobia TWICE (me!!!! the audacity!!! the gall!!!!), with one friend actually ghosting me all of a sudden, solely due to the fact that I am The Christian Girl™, I had the same experience watching someone close to me get together with the person I like simply because I can’t be as ~available~ as they are. Seriously, the tears I shed during Sana’s season were not A Joke, I was Very Triggered. 

I’m not muslim but I saw parts of myself in Sana and I’m not black but I experience racism just like Imane. And yeah, I know, racism in Canada?? In this day and age?? If I had a secret camera on my forehead, you’d be surprised at the shit you’ll see.

I have 3 very ridiculous examples off the top of my head actually, ranging from hateful to plain stupidity:

1.) When I used to work in customer service, an Italian man scoffed and asked for someone else because he wanted someone who would “understand his words better”. My white coworker told him the exact same thing I did and he believed her. The best part of this? I don’t even hAVE AN ACCENT. JUST ADMIT YOU DON’T LIKE MY FACE AND GO.

2.) Y’all recall that Pokemon Go craze? I don’t play that game but I was walking with my head down at one point, typing up a very long text message, when two white boys started singing the Pokemon theme song at me lmao like wow so cool of you yes the Japanese girl on her phone must be playing that weird Asian animal game!! So cool of you!!!

3.) Last one would be my brother’s friend who went up to me and the conversation went like this:

“Hey! Were you at campus the other day?”

“No, I’ve been off for a week now.”

“Ohhhh haha, must’ve been someone else then. I was so confused cause you all look alike right? So I was like is that her or no?”

No, Nancy, we do not all look alike. I have never seen anyone with the same face as mine, but thank you for your input. Wanna know something? The person who said this was black. Point is, no one is immune to dumbass juice.

Anyway, maybe in my oLD and wISE age (jk I ain’t) I start to see which comments/actions are straight up vicious and which ones come from ignorance. Or maybe I’m just not the type to see black and white despite all this bullshit. And no, I don’t call people out all the time, nobody does that irl like… that would be super tiring. But I do get mad. I get hella angry every time this happens. Just because I understand that not everyone who spews stupid things isn’t inherently a bad person doesn’t mean I don’t respond with snark.

The main skam characters are shades of gray and that’s probably why I like the show so much? Idk, feels good, feels organic. Of course I don’t wanna see my favourite characters suffering and having fallouts with their friends/significant others but I also don’t wanna see perfect characters who constantly do no wrong cause lbr, teenagers? Like… I did everything wrong… maybe at the time I thought I was hot shit but no…. teenage Kari…. you were… wrong….. all the goddamn time. Actually, even present me is wrong a lot of times too so let’s rephrase that: People in general, not just teenagers, are stupid sometimes. 

Aight end rant Skam is just very important to me ok I don’t talk about it cause I don’t like negativity but it does bother me when people are so quick to “cancel” the girl squad or Sofiane or whoever fucked up. It’s okay to have beef with them (hell, I got mad at them too) for what they did but I just don’t like them being painted as “bad” or “evil” in any way. Cause they’re not.

[jimlingss]

Tell Me Lies [Prologue]

Prologue | Part 1 | Interlude | Part 2 [Finale]

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➜ Genres: ????? (ooooh it’s a surprise), Spin off of ????

➜ PSA: don’t steal.

Blind. People have always been easy to trick, caught within the bubble of their lives, in the midst of pretentious phone calls or frivolous conversations, masking perfection for others, leading their chaotic lifestyles with short attention spans. They fail to notice their own surroundings, the little details that go unnoticed; from cheeks that are too hollow, marks of hunger and exhaustion made, to the clothes that are frayed at the hem, a trace of the second-hand material.   When people are happy and comfortable, there is no need to pay attention to the world outside.   “E-excuse me!” A young lady’s shoulder roughly collides with another. He’s rushing past, head downcasted, face covered by his black hoodie, and he doesn’t even spare a single glance or give an apology. She huffs out in annoyance, left to pick up her belongings off the ground.   You immediately stand from your seat, scowling at the stranger whose backside is disappearing, and you lean down, helping the woman. “Some people can be so rude.”   “Tell me about it.” In the grand restaurant, the noisy background of business conversations and meaningless chatter, the female laughs, easing the tension between her brows. The jewels of her necklace and the diamond on her finger sparkles in the chandelier’s shimmer. She glances up at you as you begin to shuffle her pens, paper, lipstick tubes and tissues back into her purse. “Thank you for your help.”   The both of you rise to your feet again and you give her designer handbag back. “No problem, Ms. Jeon.”   “Oh.” She’s surprised at how you directly address her, and she pushes a curl away from her face, batting her lashes once when she blinks. “I’m sorry. You are..?”   “I’m Seulgi, Kang Seulgi. I think my dad and your husband are business partners...or something like that. I dunno.” You give a sheepish smile, shrugging your shoulders slightly. “We met a while back.”   “R-right!” The pretty woman, no more than twenty-five, blushes from embarrassment, trying to recall the last dinner party. “I can’t believe I don’t remember. I must be getting old.”   “No, you’re not.” A giggle bubbles from your mouth and she smiles. “We all forget things sometimes, it’s okay. Actually, speaking of my dad, he’s coming with my mom in like five minutes. We’re having a family dinner today. They’re treating me since I’m turning fourteen on the weekend!”   “That’s so sweet,” she coos, her heart melting at the thought. “Congratulations, for turning fourteen, sweetheart.”   “Thank you.” Your arms are behind your back and you’re standing on the tips of your toes, rocking back on your heels every once in a while. Your pink dress is a bit wrinkled, the bows on it scrunched but it adds to your soft charm. “Do you actually mind if you sit here for a moment? They should be arriving soon but I don’t think they know where I’m sitting. I’d just go grab them.”   “Oh, of course. I have a date with my husband tonight, but he isn’t here right now.” The young woman scans the premise and then offers another smile. She takes a seat at the round table and gestures towards you. “Go ahead.”   “Thank you so much.” You dip your head in appreciation, ready to turn on your heel. “I’ll be right back.”   The strides of your steps are calm and constant. There’s no last glimpse taken as you weave through the tables and chairs of affluent people, marching straight out of the door.   It takes a mere five minutes. Five minutes before the waiter saunters to the table and slaps down a long piece of paper. “This is your bill, ma'am.”   “Bill?” The young newlywed immediately frowns. It’s almost comical, the way she stares up in confusion at the server. “There must be a misunderstanding. This table hasn’t ordered yet.”   The man in the red vest isn’t impressed, his brows lifting, and he clears his throat once. “There isn’t a misunderstanding, ma’am. Three people sat here and ate an entire meal, and we just cleared off the table a moment ago. The bill still needs to be paid.”   “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She becomes defensive, hugging her purse to her chest and sitting straight to counter him. “I’m not even supposed to be here. My reservation is over there. I’m just sitting here because—”   “If you can’t pay the bill, then I will have to grab the manager, ma’am,” the waiter interrupts in a clipped tone, adamant and impatient.   She is completely baffled, muttering incessantly about the regrets the entire restaurant will have when they realize their mistake and just how important she is. The woman opens her leather purse, nearly ripping off the zipper in irritation, and she fishes for her wallet. The search begins with fury before it morphs to bewilderment and then into desperation. She’s scrambling for her belongings, dumping out the items inside onto the white-clothed table and opens her mouth before closing it like a fish out of water. In the meanwhile, the waiter is tapping his foot, arms crossed, and unimpressed at the whole ordeal.   “I—...I don’t have my wallet!” She nearly screeches and several patrons turn around from the noise, meal disturbed by her loud volume. “I dropped all my stuff earlier and—...and—”   The blindness pulls back like a curtain, light piercing through her pupils and finally, she can see. Realization hits her like a bullet train, the woman finally becoming aware of her surroundings, but it happens too late. Now, not only is the waiter waiting for her, the owner of the establishment has also paraded on the scene and all the customers are staring from their peripheral vision.   People are blind—   That makes deception all too easy.   Survival of the fittest and every man for themselves. In the short years that you’ve been on this planet, if there’s anything that you learnt, it would be to protect yourself first and foremost. If you don’t take care of yourself, no one else will. But, maybe there are two exceptions to that rule.   “Y/N!”   There’s a shout of your name from the distance and you leap down the hill, making your way to the two boys standing by the empty railway tracks. One of them is blonde, ruffled bangs almost in their eyes, black hoodie hanging off his frame and the other is brunette, his crinkled eye-smile already welcoming you back.   “What the hell took you so long?” The former bemoans, lowering his shoulders and giving you an exasperated expression. “We were waiting for ages.”   “Shut up, alright?” You move to dig your hands into your pockets, used to the movement, but you forget the tight attire that you’re wearing. “God, all you do is complain. You’re so annoying.”   He stamps his foot childishly. “I do not just complain!”   “Yeah, you bumped into her, whoop-de-doo. Anyone can do that job, dumbass.” You roll your eyes before moving to scratch your arms. The frilly material was grating against your skin and the shivers of the cold wind weren’t helping. It was times like these you wondered why the damn sun didn’t do its job, even when it was so bright outside. “Ugh, this dress is so itchy. I hate pink! Where did you even get this thing?!”   The corner of his lips curl. “Where your mom left you — the dumpster!”   A muscle in your cheek twitches and you jump to tackle him down. “I’m going to kill you, Kim Taehyung!”   He giggles, a box shape plastered across his face and swelling into his cheeks. His legs tremble as they try to hold him upright, even when you’re on his back, pounding him with your little fists. “I’d like to see you try—!”   “Will you two stop fighting already?” The brunette boy forcibly peels you off and drags you back on your feet. He holds the two of you apart and frowns. “It’s giving me a headache. Taehyung, you’re not being funny. Stop it.”   “You’re always taking her side, Jimin!”   The shrill protest is ignored and he turns to you. “And Y/N, stop being so mean to Taehyung.”   You openly scoff. “He started it!”   “Y/N.” His brown irises meet yours, timbre dropping a pitch, attempting to sound stern and intimidating. It doesn’t really work. At least not with his squeaky voice and adorable appearance, chubby cheeks, cute eyes and the entire nine yards. Still, you know better than to make him angry and you quiet down. “We’re a team and you guys fight too much. How are we supposed to get anything done? It feels like I’m doing all the work here.”   Jimin lets out a dramatic sigh. “You’re both too immature.”   “Immature?!”   It’s an explosion of rage and shouts.   “Excuse me?!” You scoff again. “The only thing you do is look at the reservation list and find people's names. Okay, I’m the one doing all the work here in this little ‘team’.”   At the same time, Taehyung knocks his head back, staring up at the cerulean sky. “Wow, I can’t believe you’d say I’m immature. I know I daydream a lot and I do a lot of dumb things, but I’m not stupid, you know. All of this was my idea anyways, you guys are just helping.”   “Okay, okay! I get it.” Jimin sheepishly grins, holding up his hands for mercy. “See? You two can work well together...if you’re trying to gang up on me.”   “Psh.” The trio of you begin walking, following the train tracks like you so often do, letting it lead you to the next destination. Regardless of the endless bantering and the petty arguments, it’s times like these that you feel the most at peace.   It’s as if the entire universe only belongs to the three of you.   “We only work well together if you make us.”   Your eyes roll once more. “If it weren’t for you, Jimin, I probably would’ve already punched him in the face.”   While you may be barely scraping by, you’re happy. There’s no need to pay attention to the world outside when you’re stuck in your bubble, the little world that belongs to kids who are no longer kids but not adults yet either. And maybe in that sense, you are also blinded.   “Uh, you throw like a girl.”   His little smirk provokes you even more and you take a step forward. “You wanna say that again?”   Like the coward that he is, Taehyung hides behind Jimin, and the latter raises his arm before you can launch. “Enough, stop it. I get it, I get it.” Jimin, the official peace-maker, exhales when you both return by his side without scraping each other’s faces into bits. “Let’s talk about something more important. What did you get Taehyung?”   He hums, pulling out a wad of cash from his pocket and counting through the bills. “Two hundo.”   People in luxurious restaurants outright leave tips on the tables and it’s easy to snag, especially for Taehyung’s slippery hands. On the other hand, you carry a different set of talents, primarily in speaking and charming others, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t slick either.   “She got a bunch of cards we can’t use.” You pluck the shiny plastic rectangles out from the woman’s wallet and toss them behind your shoulder, examining every inch of the leather. “Oh, six hundred in cash. Not bad.”   “So, that’s nine hundred. We get three hundred each,” Jimin deducts and you begin dividing the cash up evenly. “That, plus the entire meal we ate.”   Taehyung smiles, pocketing his share of the money and kicking a rock with his worn sneakers. “Should last us the rest of the week.”   “Hmm, I’ll search for a different place.” You’re already beginning to plan for the next trip, trying to consider all the locations that you’ve been to before. Typically, Jimin’s the mastermind behind the plans, strategizing and making arrangements, but lately you’ve been helping him. With time, things are becoming more complicated. “We should...aim higher.”   Taehyung picks up a stick to hurl, throwing it far like he wants a non-existent dog to catch it, and then quirks his head over to you. “What do you mean?”   “I dunno.” You shrug. “I just...I don’t know how long this can last us. There’s only so much petty theft and scamming we can do and there’s only so many restaurants and people to steal from. Every other day, we’re doing this and I think we should...invest.”   Jimin stares at you. “Invest?”   “We should do something bigger.” The more you talk about it, the more excited you get and so does Taehyung. You open your arms wide to the horizon of the sky, letting the sun beam down on you even if it doesn’t provide much warmth on this chilly day. The possibilities seem endless and your blind confidence extends even more so. “Like one giant scheme and be done with it! We wouldn’t have to keep stealing little by little, and we’d be rich!”   “I like the sound of that.” Taehyung’s humongous grin is infectious, and he turns to his other partner in crime. “What do you think, Chim? One big scheme, and we’d be swimming in cash! We’d buy a mansion somewhere in the mountains or something! All three of us living it up for the rest of our lives!”   “Maybe. We would need to plan a lot though.” Jimin smiles and you both watch as the gears in his head begin turning. “And as usual, we would only take from criminals or the wealthy. Not the poor or innocent.”   “I think we can agree on that,” Taehyung says, and you nod along. It goes quiet for a moment, Jimin considering the prospects while you wonder about the future. Then suddenly, Taehyung stops in his tracks. “Oh my god.”   “What?”   “What’s wrong?”   The pair of you are immediately on alert. The boy’s jaw has dropped, his eyes squinted into the distance like he thought of the best idea that’ll land everyone into a whirlwind of success but—   “That cloud looks like a perfect square! Do you see that?! Look!”   He’s pointing to the sky and then takes off, running and shouting about how it’s even possible. You and Jimin exchange looks and mutually sigh. “Why is he such an idiot?”   “God knows.” The boy beside you laughs, a chirpy sound that rings pleasantly in your ear, and after a moment, he peels off his navy blue hoodie, draping the fabric over your head. “Put it on.”   “What?” His scent has completely enveloped you but you tug on it, holding it in your hands to stare at him. “What about you?”   “I’m okay.” He smiles, his black and white striped shirt oversized on his body and the sleeves almost reaching to the end of his fingertips. If he’s cold, he doesn’t show it. “I know you don’t like wearing dresses and you look like you’re freezing.”   “Thanks,” you grumble in a pout, putting the sweater on and glad that it does indeed shield you from the brisk breeze. “Hey, Jimin.”   “Hmm?” When you suddenly stop, leaving Taehyung wandering ahead by himself, Jimin halts as well. He turns to face you, concern written across his features. It’s not often that you call him so softly and quietly. “What’s the matter?”   You reach down and over, taking his soft hand and opening up his palm. “Take it.”   He looks down at the crumple of cash, your share, now in his possessions. You let go and Jimin lifts his chin, his eyes boring in yours, gazing deep into your irises. “But what about you?”   “I don’t need it. I know your mom needs it more and it’s not like I have parents. So…” You give a meager shrug, diverting your vision elsewhere, away from his intense eyes and you begin to walk again. “I’d rather put it to good use. Just take it.”   He catches up with your quick strides, the corner of his mouth upturned. “Thank you.”   “Uh-huh.” You try to evade the touchy-feely conversation that you sense is arising. “Yeah.”   “No, I mean it, Y/N.” But unlike so many times before, this time, Jimin doesn’t let you brush it off. He puts a firm hand on your shoulder, stopping you mid-step, and then he turns you, reaching over until your chin is hooked on his shoulder, and he’s hugging you. “Thank you.”   It’s a bit awkward — at least for you it is. His arms are wrapped around your back, and he’s holding you so close, in a way that you’re not used to. You’re standing stiff as a board, arms at your side, even leaning away, backwards, from his touch but Jimin doesn’t let you escape. Your cheek is squished against his and the brat is practically squashing you for dear life, utilizing the rare chance he has at embracing you.   His murmur tickles your ear, “I don’t know what I would do without you or Tae. Thank you for being with me.”   At this age, your heights match….well, you’re sure that you’re a bit taller than him (despite Jimin arguing otherwise) — though, you’re also certain one day he’ll outgrow you. He’ll be taller, stronger, more reliable. You’re looking forward for such a day to arrive.   “Uh-huh.” You begin to ease, relaxing and even welcoming his affection. Jimin and Taehyung were always clingy from the beginning, the former more towards you, but even after four years, it still catches you by surprise. “Are you gonna cry?”   “I don’t know. Maybe.”   You can practically hear Jimin smiling and your own lips begin to move against your will. “You’re gonna get your own hoodie wet.”   When Jimin realizes that you won’t peel him off just yet, he steals the opportunity and nuzzles into you, digging his face into your shoulder and breathing in your scent. “Don’t care.”   If you were completely honest with yourself, you don’t know what you would do without the pair of them either. Those two idiots are the biggest blessing of your life. “Taehyung’s gonna make fun of you.”   “I don’t care about that either.” It’s weird for him to be hugging you in the middle of nowhere, next to some train tracks and a grassy field that’s been trashed by litter. Moreover, the minute Taehyung snaps back to reality and wanders back, whining about how slow you two walk, only to realize that you’re hugging, his face will twist in disgust, and he’s gonna complain even louder.   ‘Ewwwww, what the hell are you guys doing?! Gross! Get outta here!’   But like Jimin, you find yourself not caring either. For once, you savour the comfort Jimin provides, raising your hands to pat him gently on his back, something you’re aware his mother does.   He hums for a moment and then finally pulls away, smiling at you so brightly that his face might break. “You know, you act really mean and hardcore sometimes, Y/N, but I know that’s all fake.”   “What?”   Jimin giggles and ruffles your hair, making a mess of your head and patting you like you’re his pet. You immediately scowl, slapping his hand away, but he isn’t deterred. “You’re really sweet and kind.”   With that simple statement, he begins to walk away and you’re left baffled, jaw slack and you barely manage to keep up. “Am not!”   “Are too!”   “You’re a dumbass, Jimin!”   The boy hums a small note and tips his head to the side, looking off at Taehyung’s backside, who’s now chasing a dragonfly zooming across the field. “Maybe for you I am.”   Blind. Perhaps being ignorant to the cruel reality, to suffering and pain, the bleak future that is dawning upon all of you, isn’t so bad. Being trapped in your little, happy universe is all you need. Being with Jimin and Taehyung is all you could’ve asked for.

[grootiez]

Mischief Night

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” Rocket begrudgingly said as he approached the door leading to the Guardians’ hotel suite.

To his surprise, (and shock) Peter, Gamora, Drax, and Mantis were standing at the front door of their hotel room with a team of Terran police officers, all wearing handcuffs and very visibly drunk. Groot was being held by one of the officers and he was sporting the cutest pair of the tiniest little handcuffs in existence while he munched on a giant Hershey’s bar that was given to him by the officer so that he wouldn’t be scared.

Rocket stared down Peter dead in the eyes. “What the flark did you do?” The raccoon questioned the so-called ‘Leader’ of their family as Peter just stood there, looking all innocent as he didn’t utter a word.

“Ah, good.” One of the officers said as Nebula approached the doorway. “Ma’am, do you know any of these perpetrators that are standing in front of you right now?”

“No.” Nebula replied as she casted a glare at her sister, Gamora. She was surprised, that for a change, her goody-two-shoes sister, who was Thanos’ favorite daughter, was on the other side of the law for a change.

“Is there anyone else in the household that we can ask?” The other officer asked as Nebula pushed Rocket out of the way.

“No. My husband is asleep in the bedroom and he doesn’t like being waked up in the middle of the night.” Nebula was clearly referring to Kraglin, who was in a sugar coma following all of the cereal he feasted on earlier in the evening. “But I think the blonde man is his brother or something.” Nebula lied, as Kraglin was currently not her husband, but was truly passed out by all the cereal he ate earlier that evening after everyone else went out, leaving her and Rocket to watch the soup-and-cereal-addicted Xandarian.

“Alright, so it’s okay to leave them here with you?” The first officer asked Nebula.

“Yeah, sure.” Nebula responded as the officers took the handcuffs off of Groot before they handed him over to his Aunt Nebby, who cradled him as he sucked on his chocolate bar. “One question though, what crime are they accused of committing?”

“They are accused of criminal trespassing onto a private property, vandalism, public drunkenness, attempting to operate a vehicle while under the influence, destruction of property, attempting to evade capture, theft, public nudity, disorderly conduct, and the corruption of a minor.” The first officer read from the formal complaint issued by the plantiffs and their lawyers to the Guardians and to the other people that were apprehended with them.

The officers then walked back to their van to drive the co-offenders that the Guardians were arrested with home. Rocket was clearly angry as they walked back into their hotel room and sat down in the living room.

“Where were you?!?!” Rocket demanded as everyone sat down. Nebula handed Groot over to his adoptive father, still eating the chocolate bar that the officers gave him.

Peter stood up, clearly drunk. “We... hic... were... hic...” He struggled to say as he fell on the floor. Nebula helped him back onto the couch.

“We were coming back from the store with the snacks that you requested for the rest of our stay when we came across this bar. Peter said that we should go in, get a couple of drinks-.” Mantis began.

“DRINKS?!?!” Rocket was alarmed as he looked at Groot. “You better not have went in with Groot! He’s too young to drink!”

“Relax, Ranger Rick.” Peter said as he nursed a headache. “Of courshe we had to take Groot in.” Rocket glared at the humie. “Chill, the bartender only gave him apple juice. ...Hic!”

“How many drinks did you idiots have?!?!” Rocket questioned as the others shrugged. He growled at the response in order to calm himself down. “Alright, after the bar, where did you go?”

“Well, we didn’t have enough money left over to get a taxi back to the hotel, so we had to walk.” Mantis stated. “That’s when we came across this mansion.”

“A mansion?!?!” Rocket was intrigued. “How big of a mansion?”

“I don’t know! ...Hic!” Peter exclaimed. “It wash a huge one though. It had a fancy entrance gate with shome writing on it.”

“What did the writing say?” Nebula asked.

“It shaid ‘Private Reshidence of the Russho... Russhio...” Peter stuttered. “Rus-so. Russo Brothersh. ...Hic!”

“Who the flark are the Russo Brothers and how did they get enough money to build such a huge house?!?!” Rocket wondered as Peter typed drunkingly on his holopad. He then finds a picture of the Terrans in question followed by a short biography. “Well... They deserve to get their house vandalized. Two major motion pictures and they refused to kill off any major characters?!?!” The raccoon continued to read. “Dumbasses...” He muttered, remembering that there was a child in his presence.

“I am Groot.” Groot said as he ate another piece of his chocolate bar. “I am Groot! I am Groot! I aaaam GROOOOOOT!” He giggled with glee as he repeated his newfound favorite word.

“GROOT!” Rocket was horrified by what the young twig just said. “We DO NOT use that kind of language in this house!”

“What did he say?” Drax questioned.

“‘Motherfucker.’” Rocket translated. “Where the FLARK did he learn that word?!?!”

Peter was about to say that his ‘Loving Father’ taught him well, but even though the humie was completely smashed, he knew damn well not to bring up Rocket’s ‘Unique Parenting Style’ when the raccoon was pretty much mad with ALL OF THEM in this particular moment in time.

“While we were partaking in this Terran tradition Quill called ‘Mischief Night’, we met some other people who were also enjoying this custom.” Drax explained to Rocket.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Rocket said as he scratched his ear as he shook his head in confusion. “What in the world is ‘Mischief Night?’”

“It’sh thish tradition where everyone likesh to play fun, harmlessh pranksh on each other the night before Halloween.” Peter answered. “To get in the shpirit of the holiday...”

“OH, YEAH?!?!” Rocket shouted. “DOES THAT TRADITION INCLUDE GETTING ARRESTED AND TEACHING A YOUNG, IMPRESSIONABLE CHILD HOW TO CUSS?!?!” He spat at Peter as he got up in his face.

“ROCKET!” Gamora’s voice got the raccoon’s attention as he turned to her, glaring. “It wasn’t Peter’s fault.” The raccoon reluctantly sat down and let out a low growl. “Now, if you would let us explain what happened tonight, maybe you’ll see our side of the story.”

Rocket motioned for someone to start. Gamora volunteered.

“After we left the bar because of Peter’s raucous behavior, we decided that it would be for the best if we took a taxi back to the hotel. Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough money to pay for the fare, so we had to walk.” Gamora began. “As we were walking, we passed the affluent part of the city where we heard something.”

“Yeah, other people were also having a good time in this annual tradition, so we decided to join in.” Drax added.

“I am Groot!” The tiny tree grinned. “I am Groooot!”

“GROOT!” Rocket scolded his son as he took the child’s chocolate bar away. “What did I just say about saying that word?!?!”

“I am GrooOOoot!” Groot defies his father as he mocked him.

“That’s it!” Rocket had enough of Groot’s foul mouth as he picked up the misbehaving Flora Colossus and carried him into the kitchen. “Time to go wash your mouth out with soap!”

Five minutes later, Rocket came back in to the living room with Groot, who was crying.

Rocket, who was holding Groot, made him turn around to look at everyone. “Now, Groot, what do you say?”

Groot looks at everyone apologetically. “I am Groot...” He sniffles as Rocket gently pats him on the back as the raccoon sat down with Groot in his arms.

Rocket then glared at the rest of the Guardians. “Now, explain what happened tonight and where Groot picked up on that language.”

“For one thing.” Peter began as he attempted to pick up his head. “Groot didn’t hear that word from ush.”

“Then where did he hear it then?” Rocket inquired.

“There wash thish tall, shtern man with a black trench coat and matching eye patch. ...hic!” Peter informs the raccoon. “It sheemed like he ordered everyone around ash he shtood around, barking orders. He washn’t doing much else otherwise.”

“Was Groot around this buffoon?” Rocket demanded an answer.

Peter scratches his head. “Um... maybe? Groot’sh a kid full of energy, sho he wash running all over the place. He might’ve been around the guy. ...hic!”

Rocket was not pleased. “Who else was there?” He prodded the others for information.

“Well, there was a girl there that seemed to take his orders and relayed them to everyone else. She was skinny, athletic, and dressed like him, but she had both of her eyes though.” Drax replied to Rocket. “There were also a married couple in their 50’s or 60’s there with their adult daughter. They weren’t with the main group, mostly keeping to one corner until it was time to flee. They were successful, until we heard over the police radio that they too have been captured.”

“Was there anyone else there that kept to themselves?” Rocket asked.

“Yeah, there was this weird girl making out with a robot looking person.” Drax answered with a confused look on his face. “When the police came, they tried to run when the Robot-Man tried to run away came across a force field net that enveloped him and his girlfriend. The girl was quickly captured, however, the Robot-Man required the police to override his internal programming.”

“Weird.” Nebula commented. “Who else was there?”

“Well, there was a weirdo that waved his hands all around and called himself ‘The Sorcerer Supreme’ or something stupid like that. He was helping a teenager dressed in like Underoos or Spandex wearing a mask for some reason...” Drax recalled. “Um... I forgot who else was there.”

“Tell the Crabby Puppy about the scary looking Cat King!” Mantis chimed in excitedly. “And the weird Birdman who played lookout in the treehouse that these Russo Brothers built when they were kids.”

“Who the FLARK lives in their TREEHOUSE that they built when they were KIDS?!?!” Rocket’s understandings of Terran upbringing was foreign to him, no matter how many times Peter explained it to him. “Weirdos...”

“I am Groot!” Groot told Rocket as the twig turned to look at his adoptive father.

Rocket was surprised. “Thor was there?”

“The Pirate Angel Baby was not there, Groot.” Drax, who had been unusually quiet, spoke up. “There were two people there that knew him. His friend, Heimdall, and I think his adopted brother Loki.”

“Loki...” Rocket thinks back. “Wasn’t he the one who tried to take over New York a few years ago?”

“Yes, he was.” Gamora answered. “Nebula and I met him when he was under Thanos’ control.” She added solemnly. “But during the battle, the Avengers broke the mind control spell, and Thanos’ hold on him weakened. He was captured and taken to a dungeon on Asgard.”

“But how did he get out? Asgard’s prisons are among the toughest to break free from.” Rocket stated. “Not that I know or anything...” He added as everyone looked at him suspiciously.

“Apparently Thor needed his help with something and if they were successful, he would negotiate his release with their father, Odin. During the fight, Loki ‘faked’ his death so that he could usurp the throne without anyone noticing. Then both Thor and Loki found out that they had a long-lost evil sister just before their father died, so they had to fight her, save their people and make a new home on Terra and that’s how they were at the thing tonight.” Gamora finished explaining.

Rocket couldn’t believe what he just heard was true. “...Okay... was there anyone else there with a weird, convoluted story or was that it?”

“I am Groooot!” Groot smiled as he looked at Rocket.

Rocket couldn’t believe what the twiglet just said. He placed one of his arms around Groot. “What- what do you mean that there was a one-armed man there with a metal arm?” The raccoon gently asks Groot as the Guardians all collectively let out an audible groan and cover their faces with their palms. Groot then wiggled his body impatiently. “Alright, you can go get ready for bedtime.” He says as Groot runs to his and Rocket’s room. “Now, what were you doing at the Russo Brothers’ house?”

Peter had a funny look on his face.

“Quill told us that on Mischief Night, a popular thing to do is to go to an unsuspecting victim’s house and egg and TP it.” Drax said.

“What the flark is ‘Egging and TP’ing a House?’” Rocket wondered with a mix of worry and intrigue.

“That’sh when you take eggsh and toilet paper and throw ‘em at shomebody’sh houshe ash a prank.” Peter explains as Rocket looked at him weird. “Gammy got a good shpiral throw on one and broke a window.” He added as he drunkingly kissed her.

“And then you and Gammy got in one of the Ferraris and drove it right into a swimming pool!” Drax tries, but fails to hold in his laughter. “That’s when we decided to make a break for it and go to Kevin Feige’s house and do the same thing!”

“But then it was too late as the Terran Police Officers arrived and began to arrest everybody.” Mantis deadpanned solemnly. “Some went quietly while others put up a fight.”

“Except that Shpider Kid.” Peter interjected. “All he kept saying wash ‘I don’t wanna go! Please!’” He rolled his eyes. “Like kid, it wash your decishion to even come out thish late at night. ...hic! Big crybaby.”

“Well out of all of us, I was the toughest to capture.” Drax praised himself as he puffed out his chest.

“Dude.” Peter loudly said. “You took off all your clothesh and ran naked all over the yard!” The Guardians looked at Drax weirdly.

“I was blending in with my surroundings!” Drax explained. “I was making use of my invisibility skills that Groot taught me!” He added on as Groot came out of his room.

“I am Groot.” The tree said as he adorably stuck out his tongue at Drax.

“Ha! Even Groot said that you’re an idiot!” Rocket laughed as he high-fived his son. The raccoon then glanced at the two stacks of paper that were twice the size of the twiglet. “What’cha got there, Groot?”

“I am Groooot!” Groot was giddy with glee as he he handed over the stacks of papers over to Rocket.

“You stole these?!?!” Rocket was surprised as Groot excitedly nodded. “That’s my boy!” Rocket read the titles of the papers. “Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Annihilation...”

The Guardians read the scripts. They were shocked by the ending of the first script so much that they held off on reading the second one until later.

Rocket was visibly shaken from reading the script that he didn’t want to talk anymore and his attitude changed.

Groot noticed this and ran back into his and Rocket’s room and emerged minutes later dragging something that was ten times bigger, longer and heavier than he was.

“Whoa, whoa, Groot.” Rocket got up immediately to help his son drag whatever it was to the table. “What’cha got there?”

“I am Groooot!” Groot cheered as Rocket lifted the item onto the table.

“Groot, buddy.” Rocket said. “You know that it’s not my birthday yet...” Rocket looked at the twig to see that he was on the verge of tears. He knelt down to Groot’s eye-level. “But I appreciate the thought. Let’s open it up and see what it is.”

Together, Groot and Rocket opened up the present. Inside was a technologically advanced metal arm. The SAME ARM that the one-armed man was wearing when he was arrested alongside the Guardians.

“I LOVE IT!” Rocket exclaimed as he hugged Groot and his newfound toy at the same time.——————————————————————————————————

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Barista in Love (extract, Ch. 1+2/13)

Barista in Love (Day6)

Chapter  1

You were sitting in your favorit restaurante, the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. You really enjoyed your day off and couldn't wait to spent some time relaxing on your 3-day-weekend. Suddenly your peacful toughts got disturbed by a yelling woman. 

"You're so clingy I can't take it anymore. I have an important job. You're not worth my time!"

"But i love you! I just want you to spend some time with me insteed of working 24/7! You're so fucking selfish!"

"Selfish? I just want to fullfill my dreams by working my ass off. I love my job! I'm better than you, you just chase after a dream you can never fullfill!"

"I will never stop dreaming and I know very well that you love your fucking job more than you do love me!"

"Yes I do!"

He looked, at his now exgirlfriend I guess, in total shock. He probably tought she would deny his offend. You just couldn't take it anymore, that conversation was just to similar to the one you had with your exboyfriend. He never understood or supported you but you would have done everything for him. You really wanted to help that poor guy so you decided to speak up.

You walked over to the fighting couple and shouted angry: "How can you say he isn't worth your time? You really think your god damn job is more importent than a loved one?"

The guy blushed, he definitly didn't expect someone would defend him. "Who do you think you are? Do you know her Jae?"

You didn't let him answer and said instead: "No he doesn't know me but I consider myself a friendly person and I just couldn't help it I had to say something. You're such an ugly person!"

"You call me ugly? I'm an actress bitch!"

"I was talking about your personality you stupid cunt."

You rolled your eyes and turnt around, you graped Jae's wrist and pulled him with you. "Hey what are you doing?" He wasn't complaining he was just curiously asking but you didn't answer him.

"Where you two think you're going!? Jae? JAE? Hmpf.." She left in a different direction.

"Hey.. hey slow down." He stopped you and looked at you confused.

"Thanks but who the hell are you?" ~he grin.

You blushed, still holding his arm "Hi, ähm I'm [Y/N], I guess you are Jae.." 

He laught "Yup, that's me... Sooo [Y/N] why did you help me?" He tilted his head looking at you with warm darkbrown eyes and a gentle smile. You just stared at him for a second, he was kinda attractiv.. ok maybe not kind of... maybe more like hella good looking! He suddenly waved his hand in front of your face. "Hello, earth to [Y/N], you there?" 

"Oh yes, sorry.. What where you saying?" Your cheeks were as red as a tomato.

"Why did you help me? That's the only thing I asked." He scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"I just had to, I know how it feels to get left behind by your loved one..." You looked down at the ground, still feeling the pain, after almost a year... Your grip on his wrist broke loose and you turnt away.

"It was nice meeting you, glad I could help. Bye." 

He just stood there, he didn't move, at least you couldn't hear any footsteps. You walked faster, you didn't know where to go because your flat was located in the other direction but you couldn't just turn back and pass by him again. Lost in your thoughts you notice someone running towards you. Damn it... You spun around, without lifting your head and wanted to say something but you couldn't because you got smacked on the ground. You looked into Jae's shocked face. He quickly got up from you and held his hand to you. You graped it and he pulled you up on your feet.

"Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry. You suddenly stopped walking and I couldn't stop myself that fast.." He laught a beautiful laugh... God damit what are you thinking [Y/N] you don't even know him... You sighed in annoyment and rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked, that was stupid. Gotta go..."

You snaped out and looked at him walking away. You graped him by his shoulder.

"Sorry what did you ask?" He looked in disbelief at you..

"Girl you are weird... do you ever listen when people talk to you?" You blushed again... You should definitly try listening this time..

"OK, one more time. I just wanted to know if you want to grap a coffee and talk a little bit. I want to thank you properly so the drink is on me." He frowned. You felt so bad for him that you made him repeat himself.. for the second time.

"Sure I would love that." You smiled from ear to ear. His eyes widend and he smiled happy. He hooked his arm under yours and started walking. 

"You know a good café?" 

"Yes, I know the perfect one." You lead him towards the best café in town. The one you were working at.

Chapter 2

As you opend the door you hear the familiar ringing sound of the little bell over the door. You spottet your coworkers Chanhyuk and Ailee behind the bar. You smiled at them.

"[Y/N]? What are you doing here. It's your day off." Ailee shouted through the whole room.

All eyes were on you. You just shook your head while you laughed. 

"I'm her as a customer today." You nodded your head to Jae to signalise you weren't alone. Ailee raised her brows two times giving you a smirk. You laught to yourself as you set down at a table near the big glass front.

"You work her?"

"Yup. Told you I'll bring you to the best café in town." You stick out your tongue.

"You know, this café is actually quite near to my university."

"Oh you go to the Art University? What's your major?"

"Music." He said super cheerful. You could her and feel how much he must love music.

"So what do you two cuties want to drink?" Chanhyuk asked smirking at you two.

"Mh what's good her?"

"I'll take my favorite and bring him just a moccacino."

Chanhyuk came 5 minutes later with your drink. Jae and you talked over so many things, where you were born, your parents, his sisters and your non-existing siblings, what your hobbies are, favorit food and all those little things. But your big topic was music. You learnt that he plays the guitar and he likes to sing and rap but he can't dance. You two made a deal, you would show him some dance moves when he teaches you how to play the guitar. You always wanted to play an instrument but you never got the chance to learn it; you thought it would go well with your singing. You two exchanged your phonenumbers and said goodbye but....

"OK that's awkward, seems like we live in the same direction."

"To be honest, I just didn't know were to go. I mean I lived together with Suzy and it just happend that I choose to go into this direction."

"Oh.. can you stay with a friend or something?"

"Yes, I'm just calling my best friend Haru, she always helps me." He took his phone out while he still walks beside you.

"Dammit my battery run out.." You hold your phone under his nose.

"Use mine, dumbass." He dialed the number.

"So you already got a nickname for me?" He lifted his left eyebrow. Befor you could answer, you hear him talking to Haru. You started thinking again.. Suzy... you feel like you heard that name befor... but you just couldn't remember quite where.. You felt Jae graping your hand and pulling you to him, you looked at him with wide eyes.

"Fuck [Y/N] you wanna die or something!?" He screamed at you and you just realised then that you were about to step onto the street although the traffic light for pedestians were red. You stuttered a 'thank you' and graped tight to his arm. Jae stroke your back and handed your phone back to you.

"And did Haru say yes?"

"Yup, I'll take the next bus and drive to her."

"That's great."

You two crossed the road and you took him to the bus stop. You said goodbye another time and you left to go to your apartment. You let yourself in and undress yourself on the way to your bedroom.

"What a day, I never thought people actually still meet outside the internet. Never thought I would meet someone out in "the real world". OK I mean like we aren't a thing or something like that but he is cute and I really want to see him again. Ahhhhh I can't wait to get guitar lessons from hin, I hope I can concentrate when he is around.. god damit what should I wear? Fuck how old am I? 14?.... Dammit I should stop with those self talks. Yup better stop...... AND I'm still talking to myself."

You rolled your eyes and laught at yourself. You pluged your phone in, graped your PJ's and go to the bathroom to take a shower. When you got out of the shower you heared your phone ringing. You jumped through your apartmant and looked at your phone. It was Ailee, you picked up.

"Hiiiii giiiirl. Soooo who the hell was that good looking guy you were with!? You HAVE to tell me EVERYTHING!!!!!"

"Yes hello to you too Ailee. His name is Jae and I just met him. I don't know much about him but I'm going to meet him again." 

"YAAAAAAAAAS bitch it was about damn time you get yourself a man!"

"Dammit Ailee I told you I just met him!"

"Doesn't matter I saw the look in your eyes, you like him and I'm happy about that. I thought after Kyungsoo you're never ever going to find a guy again."

"Could you please not start that topic, I really don't want to talk about him..."

"Sure, my bad sorry. Hey my shift is over in an hour how about me coming over with a pizza, ice cream and we watch a movie?"

"That sounds like a very good idea!"

"Okidoke see you in a bit."

"See ya."

You hang up and watched at the clock. 6pm. Okidoke got some time. You cleaned your apartmant a little bit and collect the clothes you had left on the floor. Suddenly your phone rang again.

"What now Ailee?" You asked fake annoyed.

"Sorry to disappoint you but it's me, Jae."

"Oh hi, no problem, what's up?"

"Just wanted to know if you got time tomorrow and if you're willed to do me a favor?"

"Sure anything." You said way to quick and silently face palmed yourself. You hear him laugh.

"Nice, I want to pick up my stuff from Suzy and I would love if you could come with me, as my accomplice."

"Haha sure, that's totaly my thing." You said sarcastic.

"Great I'll text you again tomorrow."

"OK, till tomorrow. Good night."

"Night?" You hang up. 

"Motherf-ing god what iS WRONG WITH YOU [Y/N]!?????!?!?! Good night? It's just half past 6!!! Argh!" You just felt like you're a teen again... blushing over a crush... You don't even really know him... but he is sooooo cute.... You need to stop thinking about it at least you have to try.

Later you enjoyed the movie night with Ailee and you two started gossiping over old school friends and customers. You kinda missed those "girl nights" since your break up with Kyungsoo you'd pushed your friends away but you definitly wouldn't do that anymore. At 11pm Ailee said good night and left, with a full belly you got into your bed and drifted off to a cozy sleep.

[bnheadcanons-scenarios]

Rare Pair Week Day 2: Bakery

I...actually did two days in a row? Sweet! Sorry I promise I’ll get back to requests tomorrow!

For @bnhararepairweek

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Day 2: Bakery

Pairing: TodoBaku (Todoroki x Bakugou)

Title: Smells like Home

Summary: Todoroki promised that he’d go to Uraraka’s new bakery. He expected it to be a good experience and, well, things don’t always go as planned

Word Count: 1190

Todoroki was standing outside of a newly opened bakery, admiring the sign that read Uravity Goods. He contemplated whether or not he actually had time to go inside but then he remembered the promise he made to Midoriya. He sighed and opened the door, hearing a soft chime of the bell as the door opened.

The first thing he noticed was the smell. He’s always enjoyed the smell of warm breads and pastries because it always brought back fond memories of his mother. His heart sank to his stomach as his mind filled with memories of her.

“Oi! Are you gonna fucking order something or just stand there like a damn fish outta water?” Todoroki was snapped out of his thoughts at the harsh voice. He blinked a few times at the man behind the counter. Todoroki didn’t answer right away, instead taking in the image of red eyes, blonde hair, and pretty well-developed biceps. He saw the other cock his eyebrow in annoyance.

“Me?”

The other just scowled deeper, leaning over the counter with his elbows on the counter top, “Do you see anyone else here just standing there like a goddamn dumbass.”

“Do you always speak to the customers like that?” The blonde seemed to be taken aback by his statement temporarily, obviously not used to people not submitting to his angry tone. After the momentary shock dissipated, he went back to scowling only this time, Todoroki could feel a threatening aura emanate from him.

“LISTEN HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHI-oof.” He was cut off when a short brunette smacked him on the back of the head with a sheet tray, causing him to clutch the spot with his hand and let out a groan before turning to her. “GODDAMN YOU STUPID FUCKING DOUCHE-DICK I’LL KILL YOU!”

“Yeah yeah whatever Bakugou. Nothing I haven’t heard before not stop being rude to the customers!” She turned to Todoroki and her face lit up, ignoring the man’s – Bakugou’s – complaints and colorful language. “Hey Todoroki! Long time no see! Sorry about this idiot but it’s part of his charm believe it or not.”

“It’s fine. It’s nice to see you again Uraraka,” he bowed his head slightly and went to look at the different pastries in the display cases. He felt eyes follow his movements and tried to ignore it.

“Whatever you want is on the house! I have to get back to the ovens.”

“Or you can fucking let me back there so I don’t have to deal with any bitch ass people anymore.”

“Nope you’re still being punished! See ya Todoroki!”

He looked up and gave a small nod in her direction before walking back to the counter. “Just a blueberry scone please.” Bakugou grunted in reply and went to get the pastry for him. Todoroki shifted awkwardly where he stood. “So, what are you getting punished for?”

Bakugou threw the bag with the pastry on the counter before glaring at the other. “None of your fucking business.”

Todoroki shrugged before grabbing the bag, giving a small nod to Bakugou, and walking out of the shop, the only thought in his mind was about how interesting that encounter was.

--

Todoroki went back every day after that though he doesn’t really know why. Most of the time he would grab a pastry to go but occasionally he would buy a coffee and a treat and sit at one of the booths to read. No matter what time of day he went, he never saw the blonde again. Most of the time it was Uraraka that was dealing with customers but other times there was another girl, Mina he thought he heard Uraraka call her at one point, that was there instead.

He never asked about Bakugou though, not wanting to seem like he was going there to see him again. Though, now that he thinks about it, that might be the reason. He still doesn’t really know why but he does know that the blond intrigues him.

He was lost in thought as he entered the shop, hearing the familiar bell and walking up to the counter without paying much attention to why was standing behind the register. He didn’t look up as he reached into his pocket to grab some bills as he ordered his usual blueberry scone. He did look up, however, when he heard a scoff and a familiar voice chastising him.

“Are you just that much of an asshole you can’t even respect service workers by fucking looking at them?”

He just gaped at Bakugou for a moment before he let out a quiet sorry as he felt his face heat up. Bakugou only clicked his tongue in response before walking away momentarily. Todoroki gave him the money in exchange for the food. “So, did you get punished again?”

Bakugou glared at him and slammed the register drawer. “Here’s your fucking change, Halfie.” He practically threw the coins into Todoroki’s hand. He pocketed the change and decided to sit at his usual booth instead of leaving like his original plan was. Again, he could feel Bakugou’s eyes watch him as he saw, feeling slightly uncomfortable under his gaze.

A few more customers came in while he was sat there and he watched Bakugou deal with each of them. It shocked him, though, that Bakugou was slightly nicer to everyone. Sure, he still wore his signature scowl, but he controlled his language and tone, especially around any children that came through.

Bakugou finished with the last customer and grabbed a wet rag from the sink before walking around and wiping off tables. Todoroki could hear quiet grumbles coming from the blonde but couldn’t make out anything he was saying.

“So you can be a decent human being? I’m impressed,” he teased when Bakugou started to wipe the table next to him.

“Shut the fuck up asshole.” He hit Todoroki’s shoulder with the towel, causing him to laugh lightly. He also noticed that Bakugou’s cheeks were dusted slightly pink at the teasing.

“Are you ever going to tell me how you angered Uraraka? It’s very hard to make her mad.”

“I don’t have to tell you shit. We aren’t friends dumbass.”

Todoroki thought for a moment before standing up and extending a hand. “I’m Todoroki Shouto.”

Bakugou just stared at the hand in confusion before ignoring him completely and going back to wiping down tables. Todoroki just slowly lowered his arm and instead grabbed a napkin and a pen, writing down his contact information. He walked over and tapped Bakugou on the shoulder, shoving the napkin in the other’s hand before he could reject it. Bakugou uncrumpled the paper and glanced at it.

“The fuck is this for?”

“It’s my phone number if you’re interested in being friends.”

“And why the fuck would I ever want to be friends with a shit like you?”

Todoroki shrugged before grabbing his stuff and going to exit the bakery, expecting Bakugou to throw away the napkin and already planning on coming back the next day.

What he didn’t see was Bakugou pocketing the paper before going back to work.

[dreamworld-1997]

Percabeth Coffee Shop AU

Prompt:

-when the rest of their coworkers + manager ship it -When regular customer (Person C) comes in and makes chit chat and assumes A and B are dating and one (or both) get flustered 

(proposed by: minigirllovesyou)

Percy rolled his eyes as soon as he turned around and saw Annabeth reading. He was preparing his third cup of coffee and there were two more customers in line while she couldn't be bothered to close the stupid book and make one expresso. And it wasn't even for some exam because by the looks of it, the book made part of one of her 'light reads' as she called them. And you might wonder how he knew that? Well, it was roughly only 400 pages long from the looks of it and it had a readable title. Readable, not understandable. You see, her classes books were neither. "Don't you rush with your reading, I'll manage on my own," he said sarcastically as soon as he passed by her. "I have complete trust in you, Seaweed Brain." "I should start calling you Lazy Girl instead of Wise Girl," Percy grumbled as he went to his next customer. "But you're doing such a good job by yourself, I wouldn't want to ruin your system." Annabeth's eyes remained glued on the pages though a small smile started playing on her lips. "Annabeth, you're the only person alive who has a system for pouring coffee." Percy smiled at his customer, a older woman, somewhere probably in her early fifties, he started recognising her as being one of their new usuals. "That'll be 2.99, mam." "Oh thank you, sweetheart," she said grabbing her latte. "And I must say, it has been a while since I saw such a cute younge couple as you two. Your teasing reminds me of me and my George." Percy was flushed, he didn't dare look at his friend to see her reaction but tried to form an appropriate word to respond. Unfortunately, though his lips kept moving, there was no sound coming out of them. "We're not dating." Annabeth spoke but Percy could tell from her tone alone she was as embarrassed by the comment as he was. "Of course you are." The woman laughed. "No we're not," they both said. "But you're always working together. I've been coming here for 3 weeks now and all your shifts are together, you're always laughing or teasing each other-" "We don't work all our shifts together..." Annabeth contradicted her. "Yes you do. You're the only ones who never change partners. And I know that because you're the only ones who make a decent cup of coffee. Goat boy always manages to screw it up somehow and the other two are just weird. They always mix." Goat boy must have been Groover, Percy thought. He was going through a goatee phase. And Tyson and Thalia could be quite...intimidating in their own unique ways. Yet it had never occurred to him before how for the past months, Annabeth had been his only coworker on shift. "That's just because me and Thalia don't get along. She gets really bossy. And Annabeth and Tyson don't see eye to eye on much." Percy jumped to explain himself, though why he had felt such a big need to do so, he could never understand. Or maybe he was just afraid Annabeth would get the wrong idea. Like somehow, he had manipulated the shifts so they'd always fall together which he certainly did not. Did he mind it? Not at all! Would he ever do it? Depend-no. He meant no. She was annoying sometimes too. He would never try to spend more time with her on purpose...right? "Then why don't you and goat boy and her and that punk girl work together?" "Becase...because! Annabeth, explain to this nice lady why we don't do that!" "I will kill Thalia!!!" Annabeth cried out and ran off in the back. "I believe that is explanation enough, though I do not know why...just excuse me for a moment." Percy followed Annabeth, confused by her outburst. Just as he walked in the break room he heard her shouting into her phone: "I hate you!! This is why I don't tell you stuff!!! I can't believe you would DO THIS TO ME!!" "NO!! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" "GROOVER IS ON THIS TOO?" "Annabeth! Is everything okay?" Percy asked genuinely worried but at the sound of his voice he saw her freeze. "I'll call you back." She turned around, an easy going smile on her face. "Peeeeeeeeeeeercyyyyyyy!!!! What are you doing here?" "Came to see if you were alright." "Yes, I'm fine. You can go now." Percy took a step towards her and she took another one back. Now he was completely puzzled. "Was that Thalia on the phone? Are you guys fighting? Do you want to talk about it?" "No, it's okay, just girl stuff. We'll get over it," Annabeth let out, waving a hand nonchalantly. "Is it because of what that lady said? That we have all our shifts together?" "Well-" Annabeth looked like a deer caught in the red light. "If it bothers you that much, I'll change my shift with Groover's or someone-" "NOOO!!!" "You don't like him either? Do you like anybody?" Percy was getting frustrated. "Yes, I do like somebody you idiot seaweed!" "Okay, so who is it? Who'd you rather have as co-worker?" Annabeth let out a frustrated growl, rolled her  eyes - all into one somehow - and went back into the shop. "Now what did I say wrong?" Percy went after her. Annabeth took an order and busied herself with the drink. "What? You're ignoring me now? You're unbelievable!" Percy took the next order and when he passed by her he saw something that caught him completely off guard. Her eyes looked puffy. It was now his turn to be angry. Her eyes only got puffy or red when- "You miss Luke! You miss working with Luke!" Percy cried off outraged. "Well I'm sorry he got fired, actually - no, I'm not. He was a complete jerk." "What?" Annabeth asked caught off guard. "We can't all be Lukes, so you'll have to manage with what you've got!" He slammed the cappuccino on the counter, causing half of it to spill. Before the customer could comment, Annabeth replied: "Seriously? You're going back to that? Petty much?" "You're calling me petty? Remember when you gave Rachel a latte with 5 shots of espresso when you knew she only drinks decaf just because she came in two days in a row?" "Well she wasn't paying for that coffee either way. I guessed since you paid, I could have at least made it for you!" "I don't pay for Rachel's coffee!! It's on the house!" "On the house means out of your paycheck you dumbass!" "Hey, do you think you can have your lovers spat a bit later, I'm late for a meeting," a man in a blue suit interrupted him. "SHUT UP!" They both turned towards him. "And we don't have a lovers spat, we're not lovers!" Annabeth replied affronted. "Obviously," said a third person ironically. "Hey! Keep that attitude out of your tone when you're addressing Annabeth!" "I don't need you to defend me. I can manage on my own. You!" She pointed towards the last customer to speak, "Go buy your coffee elsewhere!" "Yes, between you giving away free coffee to pretty girls and ditching me on our shift to go with Calypso, I certainly would rather work with anyone else." Annabeth's eyes were fully red now and Percy hated himself. He didn't know how to stop it, how to make it better. "It was one time with Calypso and because she needed my help with a flat tire but I came back as soon as I could!" "Well it was too late!" "C'mon! That was a month ago, surely it doesn't bother you anymore." "You're a real idiot, aren't you?!" Percy rolled his eyes but when they fell on the small crowd gathered for the show he could see some of them nodding in agreement to Annabeth. She let out a frustrated breath and went at him. Percy was sure she was going to punch him but what she did next surprised him even more. Annabeth Chase kissed him, Perceus Jackson. He was being kissed by Annabeth Chase. THE Annabeth Chase. He let his arms go around her and brought her closer, deepening the kiss. There were hoots and cheers from the people in the shop but Percy couldn't care less. Annabeth Chase freaking liked him. "Hey, now that you're all good, can I have my cup of coffee?" Percy threw at him an empty paper cup while his lips were still attached to Annabeth's, a development of which he would certainly take advantage of more in the future.

[punkryuki]

MS WORD Helpful Tips

Alright, so you’re the average human being in this world, and have to use MS Word to make some document or whatever, maybe some long ass term paper or your Senior Thesis, or a letter to your Senator about how fucking stupid and totally scummy gerrymandering is, well, here’s some helpful tips I’ve learned from my Technical Writing job in college, and hopefully it will make your lives easier, and your angry rant a little more professional looking.

((I made a quick tutorial on Pictures on another post which you can find here and other tutorials))

Put it under a Read More, because it’s long as balls.

STYLES:

One thing people should really learn is how to use is Styles. They are an easy way to maintain a consistent design across your entire thing and have lots of other helpful tricks.

You can find the Styles box in the home tab over to your right.

The most commonly used ones are in that little preview box there, but there are a ton more, and you can even make your own.

Now what these little buttons do is apply that Style to what ever you have highlighted, or the entire row your typing cursor is on.

So technically speaking, everything has Normal Style (the first one) applied to it right now, but if you highlight some key phrases, or better yet, put it on a separate line and select Heading 1, it will change that text.

Now you can see that the Heading 1 Style is highlighted, and my text has changed color and gotten bigger, basically it went through puberty. There’s also a little triangle friend come to chill, because it likes to be where the Style is at, and so that’s how you know if a paragraph has a style applied to it, even if you change that text to look exactly like all the others.

If you click on it, it suddenly turns into its evil twin and banishes everything below it to the Shadow Realm.

But that’s ok. Just click it again, and you can summon them back with the power of Friendship, or some bullshit. This is because we chose the Heading 1 style, and so it acts like you think a Heading would, it is the beginning of a section and now everything below it is its bitch.

But what if we threw a sub at it to keep it’s dom tendencies away from my precious vampire puppy, ya nasty. 

So separate another line (or don’t, I’m not your boss) and select Heading 2.

Boom, now we’ve got a subheading, and you can tell because it’s Heading 2, and subs always come after doms. And it’s smaller, weaker, so fragile, but it never breaks, does it?

*cough* Anywho, if you click the little triangle buddies next to your subheading, everything below that is banished to the Shadow Realm, but if you click the Dom heading, then everything beneath that, including the subheading is banished. So, how you would expect these things to work out.

Now, here’s what’s really cool. Let’s add multiple Headings and Subheadings. (There are more levels you can add, but let’s not go crazy now.)

(Bye bye, goffic dogs) So now we got multiple styles here, but MS Word has no sense of aesthetic and chooses the most boring shades of blue imagineable, so let’s change it to something more goffic. There’s an easier way to do this than just highlight each phrase and changing it manually.

Right Click on Heading 2->Modify

This will pop up a new dialogue box called Modify Styles, surprisingly. As you can see, there’s all sorts of ways for us to edit these images we give meaning and sound to.

You can do a lot of crazy shit here, but for now, let’s just change the font and color and size, basic shit like that.

And in the great words of Emeril Lagasse, BAM! it changes everything with the Heading 2 style applied to it all at once.

Now let’s say you decided you want Heading 1 to look just like Heading 2, because you don’t see race and everyone is the same in your special eyes, well there’s an even quicker way to do that than to repeat the steps we just did.

Make sure your typing cursor is on some text with the Heading 2 style applied to it (or highlight it, either way) Then, up top in the Styles Box, right-click on Heading 1, and select the first option, Update Heading 1 to Match Selection.

Now all of your Heading 1′s look like Heading 2′s. But they will still act like separate styles. Just be careful not to get things confused. Not all Headings look alike, man. Just be careful once you do that, because the only way to go back to your original design is the undo button, and no one wants to go there.

Ok, yeah, that’s pretty neat, but big whoop, right?

Wrong, you are so fucking wrong, how could you be so utterly wrong?

It may have popped up automatically for some people, but if it hasn’t Go to:

View->(In the Show Box) Select the Navigation Pane box so it has a check mark.

A new little friend shoves his way in because he was feeling left out at the party, and oh look, he’s got a list of all the styles we applied and even put the subheadings in their place beneath their doms.

If you have multiple pages with different styles on them, if you click on them in the navigation pane, it will jump you right to that spot. 

Ok, well, you’re not too lazy to just scroll, right? Your mamma raised you right.

Alright, everybody step back. We’re going to need some space for this, so let’s go up to the very beginning and add a Page Break to give us a fresh, GMO-free blank page.

Or you could be an idiot dumb person and hit space a bunch of times until you physically push everything onto another page, but that just causes problems, Karen, why you always gotta be like this? We can’t take you anywhere.

Anywho, so you have your new page, now what?

ready to have your mind blown?

Go to the References Tab, on the far left there will be a little box labeled Table of Contents with a big button called Table of Contents, it will drop down a menu that looks like this

Just select the second one, or whatever. You can make a custom table of contents but that’s a lot of micromanaging that no one really cares to do.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! 

Did this just make your table of contents for you? You bet your sweet little ass it did! It pulled everything with those styles applied to it, the pages they were on, and even indented them for you. Wow, that just save you a whole lot of work and holding down the “.” key. 

And you think that’s all? Oh no.

Say you’ve added more shit since you made this table. Need to fix it now, huh?

It’s right there in the fucking name. Yooooo! What’s this, your lazy ass doesn’t want to move your mouse all the way up to the top of the screen?

IT’S RIGHT THERE ON THE TABLE, BRO!! JUST CLICK ON IT!!!

What’s this shit?

Obviously the entire table, MS, you dumbass.