#i HAVE to be able to sit down for most of it and that is limiting and frustrating and

[slowfuckintheafternoon]

18+ only please and thank you

Gaz who won’t let you jerk off in peace.

It’s not that you don’t like having sex with him, it’s just that it’s been months since his last deployment, and it feels like forever since you got to connect with your body on your own terms.

You just want to explore yourself again, that’s all. He's been taking good care of you, but you want to take care of you. You want to take your time with yourself, lingering on the most sensitive angles that only you can find. It hits the spot sometimes to just lay back, relax, and get yourself off again like the old days.

But miserably, you’ve been getting home at the same time as him for weeks, and it’s made it nearly impossible to be alone. This weekend, though, you're determined. You're going to make it happen, one way or another. You're going to get that solo wank if it's the last thing you do.

But it seems like as soon as you’ve fully attached yourself to the plan, your boyfriend is suddenly an inescapable force of observance.

All of a sudden he wants your in-depth advice on vacation ideas, following you around the house like a lost duckling. He even turns down drinks with his mates, which is absolutely unheard of, just to spend incredibly inconvenient time with you.

The one weekend you want him gone, and he's become the most constantly around person imaginable, much to your irritation.

It’s absolutely unfair. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a private wank, and you shouldn’t have to feel like you’re sneaking around to get it. But every time you think you've gathered your courage enough to ask, you'll look over at him and he’ll just be standing there, so cute and seeming so happy to be near you, so you don't ask.

You don't ask, and you don't wank.

You start withdrawing from his hugs and touches, hoping it'll put off your the usual weekend fuck, because you just know it'll suck all the satisfaction out of your wank. You can't ask, but you can't seem to let it go either, because it's somehow become a need. An actual, emotional need for something that shouldn't matter that much, but it does. It matters that you aren't getting time to yourself when you need it.

The hours continue to pass, until you find yourself in the last afternoon of your weekend, and you swear he hasn't sat his ass down away from you all day.

You touch yourself a little bit in the bathroom, desperately hoping it'll be good enough, and you'll be able to just get it over with and go back to normal.

But it's not good. It's rushed and anxious and completely unenjoyable, so you give up before you even manage to get yourself wet.

And of course, as soon as you've washed your hands and stepped out of the bathroom, that man is right there waiting for you. You can't help the flicker of annoyance on your face when you spot him sitting there on the corner of the bed.

"Um, I think I'm going to..." You pause, picking up your car keys from the dresser, but then setting them back down. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll stay home. Do you need to go anywhere? Run any, um, errands?"

Kyle frowns at the suspicious, hopeful blinks you're throwing in his direction. "Not particularly."

Unconsciously your fingers grab hold of your keys again, and you only realize you're doing it when his eyes follow the movement.

"Oh, okay," you ramble, shoving your keys away, and feeling like you suddenly don't know what to do with your hands. "You gonna... pop round to see your mum today?"

Kyle stands up slowly, openly eyeing your nervous body language. Your gaze wanders to the dresser because you can't stand to look at him, can barely think past the haze of repressed feelings and self denial and the deception. It's not fair, it's not fair. When will you get what you need?

“D’you want to see other people?” he finally asks.

Instantly your eyes snap up to his face, to the pained expression he’s failing to hide.

“Like, open the relationship or something?" he continues in that too-calm voice. "If you haven’t been satisfied lately, then we can talk about—“

“Kyle, no. What the fuck? No.”

He visibly sets his jaw. “Then what is it? Cause if we’re breaking up—“

“God, shut up! Just shut up for a second. Oh, god."

You start giggling before you can stop it, not because anything is funny, but because you're incredibly nervous. He still looks so worried, and it's still so hard to say, but you might as well just spill your guts at this point because the giggling is making things worse.

“I just wanted to, um, m-masturbate, um by myself, because we just have sex now whenever I’m horny, and I haven’t got to do it in a while. Without you, I mean. All by myself. Oh, god, this is so stupid."

Another giggle slips out, and you’re braced for his hurt feelings, maybe a rare bit of anger poking through the surface.

But instead he suddenly lets out a barking laugh. “That’s it?? You’ve been torturing me all weekend just cause you needed some alone time?”

"It's not funny, Kyle." Nevermind that you're failing to suppress more nervous laugher.

"Oh my god." He wipes his hand over his face, seeming utterly dumbfounded. “Oh my god, what a relief.”

And then your boyfriend spins around all dramatic, and flattens himself against the wall, laughing obnoxiously with his head buried in his arms.

“A fuckin’ wank.” Comes his incredulous voice, half muffled by his forearm. “Just... wanted a wank. All that for a wank."

“You’re being annoying,” you mutter. “And I still haven’t got my wank, thank you very much.”

"You're right." Kyle straightens right up, looks you dead in the eye, and smiles. "And you're gonna get it right now."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Look at me." He takes one step towards you, pointing a finger at his suddenly grave expression. "I'm fuckin' serious. We're getting you that wank."

The idiot takes you by the hand -- you're incapacitated with giggles, by the way -- and leads you straight to the bed, helping you up onto it as if he was your personal masturbation chauffeur.

"You stay there," he instructs you, only to scurry off and quickly return with your water bottle and your phone.

"For hydration--" holds up the water bottle-- "for visual aids--" holds up the phone-- "for moral support--" leans down and kisses you straight on the mouth.

"Baby, I love you."

"I love you too. I'm gonna go pop off to the shop so you'll have no distractions. You stay there, and please for the love of god, tell me the next time you need a wank."

"You're the best!" you call after him, tucking yourself into the blankets.

"Yes I am."

Soon the place is quiet and still, and it's just you in your fluffy bed, wonderfully, deliciously alone.

You starfish your limbs out in the sheets, once you're good and naked. Let all the fabric drag against your bare skin and sigh happily.

You are happy. You're so happy with Kyle.

It's a good wank, too. You get out your vibrator, and find exactly the visual aids that you want, and you let yourself savor the buildup, without any reason to hide what you're doing.

Soon your brain turns to mush and you cum in your nice comfy bed, cradled in the sheets that smell like your boyfriend. It's lovely. It's wonderful. You click off your sex toy and catch your breath with your fingers pressed tight to your clit, basking in that gooey warmth as long as you're able.

And then you miss him. Like, instantly, as soon as you're done cumming. You miss Kyle.

You should be gratefully taking advantage of his absence to be alone in the bed, maybe grab a few more orgasms for yourself, but instead you find yourself snatching up your phone. You scan through the last few texts he's sent you, imagining hearing them in his voice.

Fuck it. Might as well just call him.

"Alright?" he answers after a few rings.

"Yeah, I'm all finished. You can come back now."

There's a laugh on the other end of the line that makes you smile from ear to ear. "I haven't finished my shopping."

"Okay, but hurry back if you can."

"You missing me, baby?"

Another smile. "Yes. A little."

"Ahh, well. Just a little isn't too bad, I've got a list."

You half laugh, half growl at him. "Come back, please."

"On my way."

It does seem like he's immediately on his way, because he returns so quickly, you imagine he just set down his basket right there and fled the store. You've been too relaxed and lazy boned to even put away your vibrator, but you're so happy to see him that you sit up naked in bed and reach out your arms for him to join you.

That man's face. He's getting worse and worse at hiding how much he likes you.

It just takes one look, one second of having him wrapping his arms around you in a reunion hug, before you're suddenly, violently horny again.

Good news, he's right on board with that idea. Soon you're both tugging his clothes off, and he's tucking himself into the sheets with you, his fingers finding you already so wet and welcoming from your time apart.

This is what your body wants. It's a dumb animal that wants to feel safe, and get the things it needs, and it especially wants him. All of him. His tongue in your mouth, his happy sounds mixing with yours, his cock inside you after you manhandle him onto his back.

You want to ride him. Give him a chance to lay back and relax, and give you a chance to take care of your man who takes care of you. You smile down at him while you bounce on his dick, feeling that familiar stirring of emotion in the top of your throat.

He belongs to you. You want him forever.

It has you going slower, stroking your hand up his body, across his jaw. Feeling and memorizing, and accepting him as yours while you grind his cock in and out.

"Kyle." You're not expecting your voice to crack, so you swallow and try again. "Kyle, I love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"Do you want to get married?"

It slips out before you can stop it, before you can cut yourself off or pretend it was a joke, or do anything but inhale in nervous shock.

Kyle's blinking up at you with an equally surprised look on his face, holding your hips tighter than he was before, until you stop moving.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, "I didn't mean--"

"Stop it." Something deadly serious has settled over his face, and he pushes you up and off him in one careful motion.

Shit, fuck, why did you say it? Why did you have to ruin everything?

"Forget I said that, we don't have to get married, I don't even know why I said that--"

He's pushing you off him, throwing his legs over the side of the bed to get away.

"Kyle, please--"

"Shut up! Just shut up." Your boyfriend quickly fumbles his hand around in his bedside table drawer, and then retrieves a...

Jewelry box.

"Oh my god," you whisper, clapping your hand to your mouth.

"I was gonna... That is, I was planning on something else, sometime next month, but..."

"Oh my god," you repeat, relieved tears suddenly stinging your eyes.

"Feels a bit stupid to do it like this, when we're halfway through a fuck, but lord knows I can't reason with you once you've got it in your head that I hate you, so. Will you marry me?"

He starts to sink down like he's about to belatedly get on a knee, but like an animal suddenly untethered, you're already launching yourself at him.

"YES!" you squeal, swinging your arms around his shoulders and giggling like an insane person while you take him halfway to the ground.

You both can't stop laughing after that, especially when he's shaking so much he can barely get the ring on your finger. It's a beautiful, sparkly one, just like you always imagined.

Somehow, between kisses and excited whispers, you both make it back to the bed. He gets you under him and twines your fingers together next to your head, the hand that's now bearing the ring he'd hidden away for you.

And then he fucks you, nice and slow, until his shaking has vanished. That man kisses you like you're precious, keeps pulling back to look into your eyes and smile, like you're the most wonderful thing he's ever seen.

And he keeps fucking you like that, slowly grinding himself into you, keeping your hand in his.

"You gonna be my wife?"

"Uh huh."

"We're getting married, baby."

"I know, I'm so happy."

"I'm so happy, too."

[likelysobbing]

walk with me now, juju and her gf arguing because juju hasn’t been around lately and reader gets tired of it, and they’ve been ignoring each since so to get her mind off of things her bsf takes her out to a party or smth, juju finds out and is mad because reader didn’t tell her where she was going, and a other stuff but idk what

𖥻 COLD COUCH. juju watkins x reader

reblogs + comments are more appreciated than likes.

synopsis: juju’s absence leaves nothing but a cold couch you wake up to and a hole in your heart that you try to fill—lucky for you, your girlfriend has common sense.

notes: hi lovely! i’m so sorry i got to this request so late, i thank you for your patience. juju and the reader don’t necessarily ignore eachother for long, but they definitely don’t speak for long enough to be concerned!!! this all happens in the span of one day because me thinks juju would never leave you with a heavy heart for too long… unless it’s toxic juju. but this isn’t toxic juju nonono … but anyways !!! i did my best to make your vision come true and i hope you enjoy it <3

cw: arguing, juju is a tiny bit conceited but guys she’s a celebrity, partying, reader drinks alcohol but not to the point it’s detrimental, kind of fast paced because i’m using dividers, reader and juju are both down bad in their own ways

juju has shit to do.

it can’t be helped, and you know that. she’s juju watkins— the face of women’s collegiate basketball, with multiple awards to show for it. but juju, in all ten months and fourteen days of being your girlfriend, has never once missed a date. she made sure to make time for you, always showing up and going an extra mile: flowers, ironed outfits, an extra clean car even though it’s already clean, and most of all—the biggest smile on her face. you loved that part the most; the telling sign she was happy to see you, to spend time with you, to relax.

you haven’t seen that smile in a while. that’s usually what occurs when you date a D1 athlete with like 20 NIL deals.

you haven’t seen that smile in a long time.

you thought you would be able to. you had texted juju two weeks ahead of time telling her to keep herself free today, tonight, and you had tore the internet apart finding the best recipes—subsequently ending up with a splitting headache from looking at the directions too much to make sure you followed them perfectly. perfect; that’s what you wanted this night to be. you’d greet juju with a kiss to her cheek and a tight hug, then you’d eat dinner, then you’d watch a movie, you’d cuddle— juju would fall asleep first, hopefully, and then you’d steal her hoodie because she always took off her hoodies whenever she wanted to cuddle with you. she’d pretend she didn’t know you stole it, and she’d leave the next morning feeling lighter in more ways than one. the first because she didn't have her hoodie on, and the second because you soothed her enough to, for once, just stay in the present.

you hoped you’d be able to bring her the peace you knew she deserved. you set up the table, and even had the blankets and pillows all ready. infact? netflix’s searchbar was already waiting—and as you plated juju’s portion of the dinner you hoped you cooked right, the only thing you were waiting for was juju.

juju, who should’ve been here by now.

did she get caught up in traffic? she should’ve texted about that. she hasn’t texted you at all today.

she hasn’t texted you a lot in general these past few weeks.

you sit on the edge of your kitchen counter despite the chair you already pulled out being right infront of you, because a part of you— your heart—does not want to sit alone. you scroll through your phone absentmindedly, until a notification snaps you out of your zone. it’s juju.

juju posted something on her story—another common mainstream logo in your face directly confirming it’s some sort of brand deal— and... wait, why would she be posting about brand deals? isn’t she supposed to be on her way to you right now? she said she’d be able to make it.

you search for answers.

you find out it wasn’t just a brand deal, but a brand trip. juju’s not even in the same area code as you right now. juju’s away.

you call her the moment that it clicks.

the phone rings for way too long, and you count the seventh ring before she picks up with an exasperated, “what? what is it?”

you don’t speak.

she repeats your name, impossibly more exasperated: “what is it? i’m on a cruise right now—“

“your food is cold.” you say, simply. there is silence on the other line and you don’t know if it is from realization and subsequent guilt, or complete and utter apathy. you don’t want it to be the latter. you don’t speak any more.

judea’s voice comes out on the other end of the line. it’s slow, low, and barely apologetic. “i had a last minute offer.”

“and you didn’t think to tell them you weren’t free today? tonight? because you would be— or you were meant to be having dinner with your girlfriend?” you reply, snappy, your sweaty hand gripping your already-heating-up phone too tight. you’re exasperated, obviously. you saw juju mark this date on her calendar app— she had it labelled ‘date with my baby’ with three exclamation marks. god forbid you believe she’s genuinely eager to see you.

you hear her click her tongue on the other line. “i warned you about shit like this,” she responds, her tone more angry than exasperated—more uncaring than the (barely) apologetic tone you previously heard.

“i scheduled this with you two weeks in advance, ju,” you countered, “don’t give me that excuse. don’t- don’t even give me excuses.” you choke on your words, simultaneously choking on your own pride. you wait. she speaks again, and it’s another excuse.

you go back and forth.

“i just haven’t seen you in a while, and i missed you,” you say,

“i’ve been busy, you know how it is,” she replies,

“but you promised you’d be able to make it.”

“see now, i didn’t promise—“

“you said you’d be able to make it, juju.” you interrupt.

“yeah, and i just got … sidetracked.”

sidetracked?

sidetracked?

“what do you mean?” you ask.

“you know what i mean, ma,” she murmured,

“no. i don’t. you said you could come last week— but now you’re not even here because of a last minute offer. am i being put to the side now?” your response is curt, and by now, things get noticeably more tense.

“god, can you stop doing that?” juju says on the other end.

“doing what? i’m just saying the truth—“ you tried to reason, because— side tracked? did she mean she put you on the sidelines? what did she mean? more importantly, what else could she possibly mean?

“it’s not always about you.” juju says, finally.

she’s right, and you say so.

“you’re right,” you say, voice breaking. “it’s not always about me. that’s why i haven’t been texting that much, or asking to hang out,” you begin, “or asking for too much,” there’s a lump in your throat, and a crack in your heart, but you press on. “because i know you’ve been busy. but juju, you said you’d be—“

“and now i can’t.” her voice cuts, her tone cutting. juju isn’t yelling, but her voice is low and outright cruel when she says your name— she says it as if it disgusts her to say, and when you hear her on the other end, your ears start to ring.

“i’m a fucking celebrity,” she continues, “i can’t be at your beck and call immediately when you say,”

“that’s why i scheduled you two weeks in—“ you tried to interrupt,

“yeah, and this brand's been eyeing me for way longer—come on, i couldn’t flake out on a deal like this. they asked for whenever i was available, and tonight was really the only night because it was just you—“

you end the call.

it’s just you, she says. it’s just you. juju obviously doesn’t want your company, doesn’t she?

it can be just her now.

you eat your plate alone. it’s still warm, but that doesn’t mean it’s good; the call with juju left a bad taste in your mouth. now juju’s plate is in the fridge labelled as leftovers you’ll probably never eat. you remove the extra pillow from your couch and use both blankets for yourself, playing another episode of your favorite show, tuning out the entire night despite hoping with all of your heart that you’ll have missed calls and texts from juju when you next check your phone.

you feel the lump in your throat still. you swallow it.

you wake up in the morning on the same couch, and you shiver at how cold it is. juju usually brought you the warmth.

you check your phone and you can’t swallow the lump anymore.

there are no notifications. your friend, bree, texted you about some party and how all her ‘fyne shyts’ were coming, but you could barely read the rest of the text because of how blurry your eyes were.

there were no calls. there were no texts.

not from her.

there was only silence, and it sent you into a spiral.

bree opens the door with the extra house key you gave her and a single knock to see you slumped across your couch completely and utterly miserable. you look at her, and she looks at you—bree, psychology major, miss know it all, looks at you and instantly knows.

“trouble in paradise?”

you burst into tears. bree’s kitten heels clack on your floor as she sits next to you and places your head in her lap, urging you to vent it out. “it’s good to get stuff like this out, hun,” she murmurs, “i’m saying this as a future therapist.”

you, three minutes into your wailing, will yourself to calm down for a moment— usually, when bree says that, it means she has something else to say, but “as my friend?”

your hunch is correct. bree tilts her head and looks down at your very miserable form curled up into a fetal position. “i say we get wasted tonight.”

“okay.”

that’s how you’re here now.

the bass is booming in your ears, and usually you’d leave solely because it’d make your head hurt—but right now, your heart hurts more. you could care less about the head ache you know you’ll get. you’re free right now. your phone’s charged, your arm is entwined with bree’s, and with every click of your heels you grow livelier. eyes flutter towards you by instinct, and they stay on you—you’re not wearing anything given to you by juju. this is your dress, these are your heels, and this is your jewelry— everyone seems to get the message.

tonight, you speak for yourself.

you’re bound to judea, but she isn’t pulling her leash, so you’ll stray. you’ll stray far, until she either lets go or you choke yourself.

bree looks at you with a soft smile, and tells you to drink safe knowing you’ll get absolutely knackered whether or not you drink. she pinky promises not to separate from you.

the gods may not have blessed you with a good week, but they’ve blessed you with a good friend.

she keeps the promise.

three hours in, and your heels are already off and in your hands, and you’re three drinks in, and you’re dancing, and bree has her arm around you and is singing the lyrics to the hollywood undead song playing. you are on top of the world but the ache has not subsided.

you’re sober enough to know you can’t drink the ache away.

so you choose to dance longer.

until your feet ache even more than your head, and your head aches more than your heart— until your legs are numb and your right hand is tired from holding your heels. but somehow, the ache, as small as it should be, is still the one you feel the most.

you don’t stop dancing.

the police crash through the back door.

you run straight for the front, with bree hot on your heel, and an unfinished cup of coca-cola and… something mixed into it, and your heels. the ice in the glass cup is melted so you throw it into the patch of grass near you. bree ends up more wasted than you are, and she, giggly, says that you watered the plants. you have no idea how she saw water in your cup when it was legit an abyss of dark brown... you know, the coca cola color? but maybe that’s why she’s more drunk than you.

the campus is not far from this party. you don’t mind walking barefoot. bree can crash at your place tonight, you owe her this much.

you are so focused on looking forward, as if there is any hope left for you, and keeping bree steady, that you don’t really pay attention to the fact that there’s a car coming up right behind you, who probably went over the speed limit just to. you also don’t notice when the car lowers it’s passenger seat window.

but you do notice when juju yells your name from the drivers seat.

your head whips around so fast you nearly drop bree, who’s taken to being slung across your shoulder. “what the fuc— juju? juju, it’s—“

“yeah, yeah i do know what time it is, genius. get in the goddamn car.” she snaps, unlocking the door as you open the backseat to gently place bree in. you get into the passengers seat next to juju.

she looks worried sick.

it’s three minutes into the car ride when the lyft that juju apparently called, and paid, for bree whisks her away from the two of you—and it’s four minutes in that you stay in complete silence out of your own shock.

in the empty car, as you drive to what you recognize is not the way to your dormitory but to juju’s apartment— you muster up the courage to break it.

“how are you here?” your voice is soft.

juju doesn’t answer for a good while, but when she does, her voice is impossibly softer.

“i have your location.”

“that's not what i meant. i thought you still had the brand trip.”

“i left early.”

“what?” you say, incredulously. juju doesn’t say anything. she parks, and then she gets out of the car—and before you can even open your door, she’s already helping you out. as you walk? you pry for answers.

“juju, i don’t think you can do that—“

“i’m a celebrity, i can do .. basically? anything.”

“juju.” you scoff. “you’re not serious. it’s just me—“

“it’s not.” juju interrupts this time, so firm it makes you lose your track of mind— her hand, once wrapped around your wrist, lowers itself and softens its grip. it intertwines with your fingers. “it’s not just you.” she repeats, visibly regretting her choices of words last night. “it’s you. you get it?”

“truthfully, no.”

“bro—I,” juju stutters, chokes even, on her own words, fumbling like she’s fumbling with the keys to her apartment right now—“i mean that…” she restarts, “i mean that i’m sorry, okay?”

you stand still in your pretty dress and high heels. you stand frozen until she pulls you in. she closes the door and she takes your face into her hands, and her palms are warm, and she is warm.

warmth. that’s what you were missing.

the ache disappears.

and then you start crying.

“you’re such a fucking asshole sometimes.”

“oh, baby,” juju immediately coos. “i know,” she says, pulling you into her chest, her right hand stroking your head while her left hand pulls you in close by the waist. “i’m sorry.” she whispers. “i’m so sorry, baby. i wasn’t thinking. i’m sorry. i got my common sense back, yeah? i’m here now. i’m here, baby—please don’t cry.” she whispers. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” she repeats, sinking down to the floor with you—“i got you gifts, ma?” she offers. “got you so many gifts.”

“i just wanted you.” you say through a rather pathetic voice crack.

it only makes juju even more apologetic.

“i’m so fucking sorry baby. i’ll make it up to you, okay? i’ll make it up to you. come onn, prettiest girl—“ she whispers, kissing your temple, smoothing down your hair and getting it out of your face. you finally look up, still mad but not able to resist her—and you breath a shaky sigh.

“there she is,” juju says anyway, because the fact you’re looking at her is progress. “my girl.” she continues, “my girl who set up a whole dinner for me, set it all up for me, my girl who worked so hard— my girl who missed me s’much—shhh, baby, i’m here, i’m here,”

you find yourself squeezing tighter. she’s here now. that’s all you've really wanted.

she ends up cleaning you up, putting you in what she knows is your favorite hoodie (hers), carrying you, bridal style, to her couch—wraps you up in a little blanket burrito and places you on her chest where she can kiss your forehead easy. this time, she has netflix opened and ready—and she knows exactly what to have you guys watch: your favorite show that you’ve watched over seventy times, but can’t seem to get tired of.

your eyes are blown wide, focused entirely on snuggling into her hoodie and at the show you’re watching, and you’re too lost in your own post-party, post-argument, post-bad week bliss that you don’t notice juju spends every second looking at you.

you just know that it’s warm.

her hands are wrapped around you, and she’s so warm. and she’s saying sorry. and her voice is soft and it makes you sleepy.

so you close your eyes, and you start to fall harder for her, and simultaneously start to fall asleep.

there is no ache anymore. and you know it is not okay yet, but it will be.

but for now, the awareness that you will not wake up to a cold, empty couch—that's enough.

@likelysobbing.

[batsandbirdbrains]

piggybacking off a lot of your ideas about yj!robin being both the youngest member, but having the most experience + robin being not known for a long time bc Batman was secretive and Gotham protects their own:

yj!Robin having started going out in costume when he was 8/9 but only meeting the other JL heroes when he was 12, almost 13. Half a year later Roy & Wally & Kal appear on the scene and then the team starts.

And yeah, they know Robin has been around for longer than them, but nobody - Black Canary & co included - realize for how much longer. Robin has been a hero for longer then some JL members!

Cue them fighting smb like Bane, who has been fighting Robin, since he still had his baby teeth, and some comment by either of them letting it slip just how long Robin has already been active.

Are they shocked Robin was able to fight against people like Bane when he was just 8 years old? Are they angry at Batman for taking him along?

(Will Robin accidentally let it slip that he started "working" even earlier than that - as an acrobat with his family, but at least he doesn't say that - somehow making the whole conversation even worse?)

okay but I seriously adore the concept of Bane and other typical Gotham villains being so snarky with Robin in that first season of yj. I'm still mad it seemed like Bane wasn't a Gotham rogue at all, what a wasted opportunity!!! Anyway

Now I'm picturing that first real mission on Santa Prisca, where the team runs into Bane and sorta kinda teams up with him briefly. I want Bane to be so exasperated by Robin, but like he's weirdly fond of him. And he quite obviously takes Robin more seriously than all the others on the team. But then he says something that baffles everyone else.

"You just better not bite me again, you little menace. Three scars from you is more than enough. I can tell exactly which order I got them in based on which ones have gaps from when you were losing your baby teeth!"

And Robin is just cackling, he's smirking at Bane and hopping along.

"Well, I have all my grown up teeth, now! I can give you a bright shiny new one if you want?"

"Keep your pointy little vampire teeth away from me, you little batling."

Robin's laughter is echoing around them, and it gives everyone a chill. But Wally is the one who finally snaps and asks, "What the hell is he talking about?"

"He's a biter, that's what I'm talking about," Bane mutters.

"Hey!" Robin complains, but he's still got a smirk on his face. "I'll have you know I've mostly grown out of that habit!"

"Mostly," Bane scoffs. "Sure. That's not what Killer Croc tells me."

"I would never bite Killer Croc!" Robin says, and he's so affronted. "He wanders around the sewers, that would be disgusting! I could get E.coli!"

Bane is the one cackling now, and he and Robin are bickering back and forth, and everyone else is disoriented by it.

"He told me you bit Penguin last week!"

"Ozzy was being mean!" Robin whines, and the others are watching as he sits on Bane's shoulders. "He wouldn't let me play with his umbrella at all!"

"Waylon said Oz was holding you hostage and pointing the umbrella at your neck and you chomped down on his hand."

"Yeah, it was so mean, he was holding it up to my neck and nearly choking me and telling me he was gonna pluck my feathers and it was no fun at all! He deserved it."

Bane is chuckling, telling Robin, "You haven't grown up at all. Should still be calling you Boy Hostage."

"I resent that nickname!"

"I'm sure you do."

"I hardly ever get held hostage at all anymore! My interactions with Ozzy are the outlier and should not be counted! Besides, I let him capture me half the time. That way we get to play away from the Bat. Ozzy is way more fun when B isn't there to be a party pooper."

"Oh, is that why?"

"Yes, yes it is. And you can tell that to all your other bad guy friends!"

"Oh, I will be."

"Good."

Robin huffs, crosses his arms, then flips off Bane's shoulders to walk ahead of the group. Bane is watching him, amused.

"You have known Robin long, then?" Kaldur asks carefully.

"Oh, since he was a small little bird," Bane says fondly. "He's grown to be quite the opponent. Although, he was always a feisty little thing."

"I mean, he hasn't grown that much since we all met," Wally says, confused.

Ban laughs.

"When did you meet him, last week?" Bane snorts. Then he holds his hand down around his knee and says, "He was this big the first time I fought him, and he bit me so hard it bled and scarred."

"I was not that short!" Robin argues.

"He was perhaps a little taller."

"I was nearly four feet!"

"Nearly."

"Wait, Rob," Wally zooms over to him, "how old were you when you first started?"

"Ah, ah, ah," Robin says, wagging his finger. "Can't tell you. Secret identity and all that."

"He was still in the single digits."

"You're not supposed to tell them!" Robin whines.

"How long ago was this?" Wally asks, his voice strained.

"Few years ago."

"Five," Bane provides, a smug smile on his face. "I remember the exact day I met you, little batling. Would you like me to recite the date?"

Robin grumbles and stomps ahead, ignoring the rest of them after telling them, "Don't we have a mission we should be focusing on?"

Bane is so amused. If anything, most of the Gotham rogues know that if Robin is involved, it's going to be an interesting night.

[marmota-b]

This!

Also I recently found an excellent brain hack for room cleanliness maintenance which is to have trash receptacles EVERYWHERE. If I have to stop what I'm doing to go to a trash can to throw something out, the most likely outcome is that I don't throw that thing out and it immediately becomes part of the background, building up the mess. If I don't have to pause whatever I'm currently hyperfocusing on because the trash receptacle is right there, I do throw a much higher percentage of trash into a trash receptacle. Oh, and I did intentionally use the word "receptacle" - it doesn't have to be a traditional trash can. In fact, I think it works better when, in some cases, it isn't. You want these on elevated flat surfaces, too, not just standing on the floor.

Example: My sister made me a nice leeettle box that sits on my nightstand, and all the itty bitty bits that used to end up directly on the nightstand (including yarn and thread offcuts from doing crafts in bed) go into it.

We've started calling this sort of thing "removing mental blocks" which may or may not be an official thing, I have no idea. But whatever makes you stop and forget what you were doing / end up in an executive disfunction trap, find the root cause that makes your brain freeze and find a way around it. (I think this was, in fact, advice I found on Tumblr a while ago.)

For example, to get back to the original advice - one bit at a time is a great way to do big tasks because the mental block is the idea of the big task, and I guess also the boredom / wandering brain that inevitably happens when having to focus on one thing for too long.

So, now I think about it, "removing" is a slightly misleading word - the block is still there, you're certainly not trying to force your way through it, you're figuring out how to work with it.

Another example: I realised the layout of my room also plays into it. Again, if I have to weave around too many things to do something seemingly simple like put clean laundry away, it ends up somewhere else than it should. I haven't mastered this one yet, but it's definitely something I'm keeping in mind now. Sometimes all you have to do to get started is to move a piece of furniture out of your way. I have one bedstand / shelf on wheels, and I rather want to add them to more of my things because it's great to be able to move it easily, even just a little bit. My brain flits from thing to thing, my room should be able to do the same, sort of thing.

I'm bringing all this up because realising all this overall made the idea of cleaning my room a bit less daunting. It's still a mess, and it's still often daunting, but it's overall more of an organised mess more often, and it makes it easier to do the little tasks that add up... because sometimes it even makes it sort of fun, because instead of just a chore it's a bit of a... puzzle game?

Sometimes I also give myself rewards to look forward to after the partial steps. 😁

OH, and I started writing down things I have done, instead of just writing down things to do. To Do lists are daunting, and crossing things out / deleting them from the list is too anticlimactic, at least for my brain. Have Done lists are much more satisfying. So maybe write down the things you have already cleaned / fixed as you go, to see you have not been unproductive even if your eyes deceive you into thinking your room remains unchanged and your pile of Stuff To Do is still daunting! 💛

If you're new to this way of thinking, it might also help you break things down into manageable small steps in the future. Which is what I started doing with my To Do lists. Something like "wash windows" becomes, instead, "Wash windows: remove stuff from windowsill - prepare cleaning products and tools - wash windows - return stuff to windowsill". "Wash floor" becomes (usually just mentally in this case, but still) "sweep floor - prepare water with detergent and floor rag - wash floor". You can even give yourself a bit of time to recharge between the steps! It helps! (It can also mean you forget what you were doing, but even if you do, steps have been made and you have moved forward in the quest. Which is a lot easier to see if you make it explicit to yourself.)

P.S. In case you're wondering, I got the idea of breaking tasks down into steps from sewing pattern instructions. 🤣 "Sew blouse" is a daunting task. "Cut pattern out - interface facings - sew darts - sew this seam, etc" is a quest that can be stretched over years, and at the end you still have a finished blouse.

trying to clean your room can be really daunting and stressful, but you don't have to clean the whole room all in one go.

If you pick up just one thing off the floor, wipe away a little bit of dust, take any dishes to the sink, or anything of the sort, then you have successfully cleaned a bit of your room! It doesn't have to be done all in one burst and every little dent you make will result in a slightly cleaner room

[ehonimon]

NSFW | PROFESSOR JOHN PRICE X READER

age gap but no mention, teachers student dynamic, slight humiliation, dubcon

John Price is a man of principles, his methods of teachings, his methods of being respected and respecting have a nature of force in them. And everytime you, his worst student (his most favourite girl) ask him to help you with your studies, he sharpens his methods.

He has you plaint in his arms, already pulling off your panties as he makes you sit on his thighs. You're whine, trying to push him away, hands on his chest muttering a soft No, not here please.

But he's a greddy man, and he's hungry.

It's absurd, you can get caught any moment. You can be detained, he can be thrown out of his job never to get another but it feels so good— so good to be stuffed with his cock while you sit on his lap and recite your speech for the assignment.

It's cruel, the way his fingers flicks over your bud, pinching, pulling— making you stutter while you try to make sense of what you have to say. "Shh, stay focus sweet girl" he mutters, other hands around your neck, forcing your gaze into his.

His brown eyes are warm, faux albeit and it makes you stomach churn. The way he's able to coax you into feeding his desires, his lust— he's a vile old man and he has his ways with you.

Your professor, an absolute charmer yet a man to rules. He always set rules for you too— let him slip his hands under your waistband and give you what you want, even better if you wear skirts; let him use you— it's wrong but he gives you extra help with studies for that.

You're choking, fingers gripping his shoulders as you try to move your hips, clenching around his cock while furrowing your brows, eyes dewy, tears down your face while he tsks, holding you hips down.

"No, don't be a whore. I'll reward you, didn't I say that love?"

He's mean, with the way he keeps muttering filth that sends heat to your core, slick leaking into his pants and his finger ghosts over your mound, edging until you're a squirming pathetic mess on his cock, begging him Sir please, I've been a good girl.

Sir? Well that's new. And you can feel the way his cock twitches inside you with that, so you try to take advantage, lean forward, lips against his jaws, forgetting your speech completely and too drunk on him, his scent, his cock.

Sir please, I've been your good girl.

And who is John Price to refuse his favourite girl.

[revelboo]

Hello Boo! It's currently hot as balls where I'm at and my AC sucks ass plus I'm dying of a migraine. May I kindly ask how any mech, I don't care, reacts to hot ass weather? 🥺

Oh, no! I hope the migraine at least eases up soon! I headcanon that they run warm and prefer cooler temperatures so they don’t overheat, so they’d probably not enjoy muggy heat and humidity

Heat

Hound x Reader

• Hair slicked to your neck with sweat, you start to drape an arm out of Hound’s open window and then wince at the heat radiating off of his green plating almost feeling like it’s burning you. Why had you wanted to go for a ride again? His altmode is topless and the sun is just baking you even with the wind tearing at your hair as you slump in his driver’s seat and watch the wheel turn on its own. Only pretending to be driving if you see another car. “I think I’m melting.”

• Given that his seat is getting damp with your sweat? Yeah. You’re melting and the fact that you’re complaining about being too hot? That’s saying something since you’re always shivering in the Ark. “Hang on. Got an idea,” he says, turning onto a familiar road to get under the tree cover and you relax some with the shade. Venting, his fans cycled on as soon as he’d rolled out of the Ark and haven’t cut off yet. Overheating, but he hadn’t been able to deny you when you asked to go for a drive.

• “The lake?” You guess, liking where his processor’s going as he rumbles around you in agreement. Bouncing along the rutted out logging road, as soon as he pulls up to the lake and pops open the door, you slide out and toe off your shoes. Hear the metallic, almost musical sound of him transforming behind you before he’s striding past you and walking into the lake to sit down with a groan. “Won’t you, I don’t know, rust?”

• Laughing as he relaxes in the water only up to his mid chassis, he grins at you. “Sweetspark, I’m not going to rust.” Fans humming trying to cool himself, the cold water’s helping and he’s tempted to lay back and relax. Clearing his vents, he’s aware of you lingering on the shore and when he looks, his engine sputters. Because you’re stripping out of your layers to reveal soft skin and he’s frozen starring at you. “What are you doing?” He manages, voice strained.

• “Apparently skinny dipping,” you say, glancing over and hesitating because he’s just staring, mouth slightly open. He’s never seen you naked or any human most likely, you realize and wonder if that look on his face is the same one you reserve for your sister’s elderly, hairless cat. “You good?” You call out, the gawking making you self conscious. Yeah, you’re pretty sure that’s the same vaguely horrified look you have when that wrinkly cat jumps in your lap wanting to be petted.

• You’re naked. Completely naked. And he’s staring and very aware that he probably shouldn’t be as you frown and wade into the water. Then dive under. Had known humans could swim, but he’s never actually seen it. Tracking your shape under the water, the way you move in it like this is your element. Wholly different from how you move on land. When you surface to tread water, skin wet and hair slicked back, you look more alien than ever. Fascinating as you roll onto your back and everything he’s been curious about, all your secrets are right there on display as he swallows a groan, fans whirring right back on high. Because you have no idea what you’re doing to him.

[bewitched-hours]

Part 4 for the yandere aliens Elliot and Chance x Reader

@rhaine16 please accept this as my official apology for the third part- Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Warning: Smut)

Reader is still She/They and I swear this is gonna be the last part-

You awoke with a slight groan, sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes.

You could feel a warming sting in your stomach as you looked over to the clock-

It's already noon...

Luckily it was an off day for the boys but waking up at noon?

You sighed, looking back to see your darling husbands curled up at your sides. It was oddly adorable to see.

But then you felt something at your legs...

Carefully, you lifted the covers only to be met with shock...

... You laid eggs... Like a goddamn chicken...

You remembered reading about this but it was strange having it happen to you...

You were about to freak out but felt Chance grabbing at your hand as he woke up. "Sweetheart, why're you awake...?" He asked in a groggy tone, sitting up to give you a kiss.

"First of all, it's noon... Second, I laid eggs in my sleep..." You tried to stay quiet for Elliot's sake at this point but Chance quickly removed the covers to see a pair of eggs sitting between your legs and you could've sworn you saw tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he rushed up shake Elliot awake.

Elliot got a bit startled, rubbing his eyes as he sat up to stare down Chance for such a rude awakening. "Chance what the fu-" He wanted to question it but Chance quickly grabbed his face and pointed it towards your eggs.

That made his eyes sparkle again as both him and Chance began to hug you with tears forming in their eyes. That made you feel a lot better.

"We'll be dads! Oh, thank you, [Reader]! We promise you this family is going to be the happiest ever!" You could tell Chance was pretty emotional for once... A stark contrast to how they acted just the night before.

And holding them in such a state... You finally noticed the joyful tears streaming down your cheeks as well.

You had two lovely husbands and now even two wonderful eggs that you were most proud of...

Maybe the motherly hormones... But you felt like you could tackle any situation moving forward with them by your side.

"You're seriously the best thing that's happened to us!" Elliot cried a little into your shoulder and you couldn't help but sniffle too.

"I'd say you two are the best thing to happen to me..." You chuckled a little, giving them both a kiss on the head as you moved your hands through their messy heads of hair.

The oncoming weeks were an absolutely hormonal hell.

Chance and Elliot were able to get time off work to take care of you as you recovered from the eggs slowly. It seemed similar to how pregnancy would feel back on earth...

Morning sickness, regular vomiting, highly sensitive body, etc etc...

But your husbands made sure at least one of them was always by your side and caring for the eggs with you.

You were... Surprisingly protective of them the first week and would barely even let Elliot or Chance near them despite their pleading.

But this was to be expected. This race is very protective over its children during the egg stage. It was common for new mothers to be overly attached and develop an unhealthy sense of protectiveness without a partner to calm the waters.

But you had two lovely husbands to do that for you and ease you into normalcy again. They were just happy to be fathers and followed every request you made to make sure you were happy.

After all, you did give them the miracle of a family which they're eternally grateful for.

Let's just hope they don't want more anytime soon... The twins will probably be a nightmare after hatching...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[oleander-cup]

VANNAH MY SWEET BABY <333 i love you so much and am so glad that we kept in contact <333 okay if you don’t get tagged chat don’t be upset i’m tagging random ones !

@hiraethwa - ave of course you’re included in this list, you were my first moot and have stayed with me through thick and thin. i appreciate you in ways i won’t be able to ever fully express

@hatsukeii - i know you’re not on tumblr much anymore but i still love and appreciate you. you’re so funny, never go bald. thank you for keeping in contact with me even though you left tumblr for hiatus!

@kameyyy - mey !!! ough, i need to come visit you one day my sweet, you’re always such a breath of fresh air and make my day better. i think of you when i see green apples now and i hope you’re doing well with everything in life, you’re amazing and i want to remind you to be patient with yourself and that you’re genuinely such a funny person

@phoenix-eclipses - of course you’re also included, i mean we’re literally sitting in a vc right now watching a show together ! you have so quickly become a part of my daily routine and it feels weird on days that i don’t talk to you. you always manage to put a smile on my face and i can’t wait to go see you again, make sure to take care of yourself

@tansypansydandy - hi tansy, welcome to my very special list of people. thank you for being a moot that got me back into drawing, i don’t draw much recently mostly because my art is frustrating me but it’s comforting as we crash out with each other over oc ideas and giving up on drawing for the day. thank you for being here and for making me laugh <3

@koibitogata - you’re new here soldier! your comment on my kita fic actually made me so happy and i’m glad we continued talking outside of ao3 our conversations are all over the place and it’s so fun. stay funny and manifesting an akaashi for you

@megapteraurelia - jelly!!! we also only started talking recently but i get such warm vibes from you. idk, you’re so very sweet and i love randomly messaging you with things to make you crash out and then going down a rabbit hole for a little bit on the idea and it becoming larger than it was meant to be. take care darling!!!

@cheriisae - i know sav tagged you too but you also belong on this list. it’s been amazing being able to talk with you and you’re such a kind and amazing person, thank you for coming into my life because it truly is better with you in it <3

@ottocre - wyr!!! my love!!! you get to round up my list! i miss being able to talk with you everyday but it’s also nice in a weird way that even if we don’t talk for a while the friendship is still just as welcoming and lovely as it was when we were able to talk every day. i hope your job is going well and we’ll talk soon love! <3

once again, to reiterate, if you didn’t get tagged don’t take it personally and i still love all of my moots and i hope you’re all doing wonderfully. take care everyone and remember to drink water and get lots of rest. the most important person you should be kind to is yourself so be patient and understanding with yourself when things don’t go right immediately. you’ve got this and i hope you all accomplish the goals you set for yourself but also understand that goals can change and you shouldn’t force yourself into a box you no longer fit in, or a box at all. be yourself because it’s the most amazing thing you can be. i’ll stop yapping now; i fear i’ve yapped too much.

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie

[itsmywritingtime]

I’ll have to see it with my own two eyes!

PAIRING — Sebek/Reader

POINT OF VIEW — 3RD PERSON

WORDS — 741

Sebek was rough around the edges, especially to people that weren't familiar with him. He was loud, brash, and his declarations of loyalty to Malleus could be much.

The first years knew this probably better than anyone else on a campus. Which is why what stood in front of them was so bizarre.

You, the nice, quiet prefect of Ramshackle dorm were hand and hand with that crocodile.

"This is some elaborate prank they’re pulling on us." Ace slurped the last bit of juice from the juice box. Once empty, he attempt to throw it into the garbage and cringed as it bounced off the side. "They definitely know we can see them. I'm not falling for it."

"Neither of them seem like the type to pull a prank like this." Jack commented. Even with his denial, he still leaned slightly forward, ears slightly tilting in the direction of the duo. "And also. Why would they choose to do it now?"

Epel perked up, the conversation a much needed distraction from his potionology homework. “Last week during lunch Ace told Sebek that he would never get a partner with his attitude. Don’t you remember how mad he got, phew!”

“See!” Ace laughed. “It probably wouldn’t be as convincing if he tried to get one of us to play the partner role.” He crossed his arms with a sense of finality. “I’m willing to bet on it.”

Deuce huffed, sitting back down on the bench after getting up to throw away Ace’s juice box. “Maybe they’re actually with each other? I think it’s kinda nice.”

Ace scrunched up his nose, sitting up straight to look at the other Heartslabyul student. “10 Thaumarks. There would have been signs. Sebek isn’t exactly the most discrete in his feelings.”

Ace held out his hand to Deuce and with a dubious look they shook hands, sealing the deal.

“Instead of pondering if Sebek and the Prefect are in a relationship why don’t we ask them instead?” Ortho framed it as a question to the group, but by the time he was finished with his sentence he was already halfway across the courtyard, floating towards the couple. Ortho might not have been able to feel emotions, but a twinge of curiosity sparked around in his mechanical chest.

The now group of four couldn’t hear the conversation Ortho had with the two of you (but they most definitely tried to). Going completely off body language; Sebek’s rigid posture and you awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck, Ace assumed he had won. You and Sebek had been caught in the act and he had the satisfaction of not falling for it!

Ortho came floating back just as Ace held out his open palm to Deuce.

“It looks like you own Deuce some money, Ace.”

“Pay up, Deu—wait what.”

“They confirmed with me that they were, in fact, in a romantic relationship.” A blue holographic screen appeared in front of Ortho. “Furthermore, both of their heart rates were elevated before I confronted them.”

“You have access to our heart rates just by looking at us?” Jack muttered, slightly mortified at the information revealed.

Ortho didn’t say anything, but if he had a mouth he definitely would be grinning. Wonder where he got that from.

“Wha-no there’s-I won’t believe it until I see them act all mushy!” Ace defended himself, getting up from the bench, his eyes were locked onto the supposed couple.

Just then, from across the courtyard, you turned to each other and kissed. It was quick, a blink and you’ll miss it. A small peck, but a kiss nonetheless.

You waved each other goodbye and separated off into different directions. You towards Ramshackle and Sebek towards the stables.

Ace deflated, just as Epel placed and hand on his shoulder. “Pay up.” A smug grin was on his face as he repeated Ace’s former words.

“You thought they weren’t dating either!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t bet on it.”

“But that’s—”

A hand was placed on his other shoulder. “Give Deuce his 10 thaumarks.” Jack’s voice was otherwise monotone, but the small smile on his face told another story.

Deuce held his palm out with a proud smile on his face in the same way Ace had a few moments prior.

“Ugh, fine!” Ace fished inside his pockets and slammed the bills into Deuce’s hand.

Lesson of the day: Don’t make bets you might not be able to win.

UNEDITED

A/N — jealous ace if you squint, written in 30 minutes, i forget about grim

[yuurivoice]

Sorry I've been MIA, I felt like giving a stressful update on Finn's birthday (happy solstice!) would have been a bummer.

Haru got worse on Friday morning, with no appetite and a poo situation I will not give details on, just know that what came outta him was a sign that his lower intestines were now also inflamed.

So began the most stressful day of Haru's illness. The situation was hilariously fucked.

Haru is being treated with a steroid. We sent it in to be compounded (turned into a liquid) because he's bad with pills. Unfortunately, that takes 24-48 hours WITH priority notice.

Juneteenth meant pharmacy was closed because federal holiday (as it should be, you orange rat fuck).

So multiple days after our visit, still no meds. Then, booty blast on that morning and I'm like okayyyyy that's not good and this steroid might take an entire day still.

Call Big Vet. Big Vet off work AND on vacation until WEDNESDAY. They say just bring Haru into the emergency center. Problem is, we literally already know what's wrong, we just need the medicine and maybe to switch to a shot to get the fastest results because he has gotten so bad. Spending 1k to be told "give him the medicine you need to give him" is the dumbest solution, though I was willing to do it if I couldn't find a more reasonable option.

I call Local Vet. Receptionist is a saint. She makes phone call to Big Vet to see if she can get something done. I bring up doing the prednisolone as a shot, she asks in the back. Maybe, but Local Vet wants to talk to Big Vet first.

Remember how Big Vet is long gone? Yeah. Not happening.

So I check on Haru. He's rough. Not too interested in food, and barfed for the first time in days because I couldn't give him his meds he needed without eating + the food helps keep the juices down.

I enter freaked out cat dad mode, am determined to get meds in him asap, even if it requires special trip to urgent care even though that's SO FRUSTRATING.

I call Local Vet again to see what we might be able to do. I give all the info as quickly as I can to a new receptionist, and she says she'll speak with Local Vet.

Finally, after days of keeping it together, I'm a sobbing mess as I sit with the cats. Fleaona looks at me like omg what is wrong with him, Haru is staring at me really tired. I compose myself.

Receptionist calls back. Local Vet is saying hang in there and we'll discuss when she talks to Big Vet. At this point I'm like okay, cool. But if he's not eating, ass exploding, and declining, what happens when I wait until Wednesday? You see the issue.

I'm definitely like voice cracking and choking back my tears as we hang up. Haru has been sick likely for weeks as we've tried all these different things. We finally know exactly how to give him some relief and I'm at the mercy of a pharmacy that might take an entire 24 more hours. I get frustrated that I didn’t just take the pill form, or at least ask to have some administered that day to hold us over. I could have also pushed for the shot instead of either of those options.

I'm fucked up. Get a call from the Big Vet herself, she wants to get the info from me directly. Very sweet, understanding. I'm going through the explanation and she goes "......wait. He HASN'T had a dose of his medicine yet???" and I'm like no girl that is the problem!!!!!

She immediately tells me to bring him in and apologizes for the runaround, now realing why I'm tripping. Says she'll examine him for free just to make sure he's not critical or anything, and give him a pill version just to get him started asap.

She gives me a big ass hug when I arrive and honestly gave me some aftercare for all the fucking life has been giving me. lmfaoooo

She's a gem, told her this haircut I got (spoiler) while trying to play phone tag ended up looking like a fuckass bob. She's like girl pls I love your cunty little bob! 😂 I realize that I've 100% made the right choice with this specific local vet, felt like we should have been yapping over margaritas. She literally spent most of her lunch break with me just letting me ramble about Haru's health history.

Got to give her the tea about when I broke up with that specific clinic before when Haru almost died as a baby. She was mind blown. Also says she isn't shocked because some of the older folks in vet care refuse to be wrong. Ends with saying my cats are lucky to be loved by me and that I give off incredible vibes. Didn't cry again, but a bitch thought about it. 😂

Also profusely thanked the receptionists for their help, and for dealing with me when I was getting tense and explaining at 100mph. They were lovely.

Then, as I turn onto my neighborhood I go "wow wouldn't it be fucked if I got a call about the other meds being ready for pickup?" and as I turn onto my street....the call comes. It's ready.

So like........thank you for being patient with me. I hate that the timing has been like this and that it's all such a mess. There is important shit I need to be doing, I just gotta get Haru on the mend. And I think FINALLY we are.

Dude has been through so much in his little lifetime, and it all feels like it could have been avoidable. My biggest goal is just to make sure we get whatever it is that's going on with him managed and monitored for good. He has such a good poker face. His guts must have been fucked up for weeks to have gotten this bad, but he's only just now showing the wear and tear.

We are on track now, and I'm trying to allow myself to rest long enough to get back on my feet soon. Today I sold off another round of my Pokemon cards. I found some heavy hitters in boxes tucked away in my garage. There was a TCG Buy Sell Trade event at the local arcade (where I bought Stanley with my tickets lol) and ya boy made out like a bandit. It was really fun and the community is really cool. 😭 I also got some good friend time at a Witchy Market.

So now.........I'm gonna chill. 💖

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Back To You Part Two

part one and request here! this trilogy is gonna be the death of me :’) pun intended hehe

Pairings: Sanji x F!reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death

Word count: About 1.5k

Credit to @cafekitsune for dividers! first pic is mine

Another platted meal sat untouched on the counter, no one dared trying to eat the meals Sanji cooked in your honor during the days following the presumed death. The air was heavy, everyone could feel the guilt radiating off of the blond cook as he hunched over a pan with tears streaming down his face.

The mission was supposed to be simple, sit at a bar and act innocent while asking around for intel, sadly the enemy had different plans. After only about forty five minutes of drinks and quiet flirting between you and Sanji, a large raging fire erupted behind the counter, causing an explosion that only a few escaped from.

Sanji woke hours later in his bed at the local inn, immediately sitting up to look for you. That’s when Nami broke the news, the search after the fire was put out showed no signs of you, no body, no teeth or hair, nothing. The tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to make sense of the situation, putting a puzzle together he wasn’t even sure he had all the pieces for.

Three full days of looking around the wreckage and the whole of the small island himself with no sleep eventuality caused Sanji to become extremely exhausted, his own wounds from the fire not helping the situation.

Still he pushed forward, leaving no stone unturned, asking every local he can find with a million pictures of you and him together over the years tucked under his arm. Luffy came to force Sanji to rest after the third day, worried about his crew mates wellbeing but also understanding the grief he feels, because everyone else was devastated as well, never as much as your boyfriend was though.

Multiple different meals scattered the counter, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every single one being a favorite meal of yours, going cold as the minutes and hours pass. Sanji stares at them with red rimed eyes, imagining how bright your smile was that night, how you were always the most beautiful person in the world, he remembers the date he promised to take you on after the mission was complete, something romantic just for the two of you. The idea of never being able to fulfill his promise makes his stomach drop lower than he thought possible, so even if you couldn’t share this date with him physically, he was going to make sure you felt it spiritually.

The air was cool, breeze a bit stronger than the previous nights, Sanji thought for a moment maybe that was a sign, but tried to push the hopeful idea out as he set up the small table just outside the inn with beautiful decorations. Your favorite flowers, the dish set Sanji bought because the small ribbons etched along the edges made him think of you, and one pink taper candle placed in the middle.

Two glasses of wine sit on either side of the table, two plates of untouched food along with them. Sanji stares off in front of him, where you should be. Where you always have been, and now the realization you never will again sets in. The tears flow once more, uncontrollable, his heart aches in the worst way possible and the world around him might as well crumble to pieces. What was there left for him now that you were gone? There will never be anyone to compete with you, there will never be another woman in his life. He made that decision the moment you went missing, never dreaming of putting his heart and soul into someone who wasn’t you.

“Our last date, my love… I hope you’re enjoying it, wherever you are.” His words come out hoarse, tears now fully blocking the view in front of him. The pain was overwhelming, the last date. Why did it come to this? Why did it have to be you?

Seconds felt like hours in Sanjis mind, he wanted nothing more than to leap across the table and touch even just the ghost of you. The town was quiet that night, not many locals were walking the streets. That’s why when Sanji heard faint footsteps behind him, his chest filled with hope, not wanting to turn around and be given nothing but disappointment, he waits, eyes wide and heart racing faster than it ever has before.

“Last one huh? Does that mean you’re breaking up with me?” The tall blond boy knows your voice out of anyone’s, how could it be you? He turns slowly, seeing your silhouette through blurry eyes, blinking them away quickly to make sure he isn’t imagining things. His hands are shaking, reaching out for yours as you meet him halfway, giving a warm loving smile through your own tears.

“I… I thought you were dead… Is it really you…?” Sanji suddenly drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist as he sobs into your clothes, his grip is so tight you could feel it through an iron suit. “I’m sorry, a group of women helped me recover but they wouldn’t let me tell anyone where their base was, I was in debt to them…” You bend down to meet Sanjis face with your own, pressing a warm and gentle kiss on his lips. His mind was spinning, it really was you, your smell and soft skin could never lie to him. His sobs turn to sniffles as he presses his face further against you, scared you’ll disappear into thin air.

“Don’t be sorry, never be sorry, i’m just so happy you’re okay… you’re here, you really didn’t leave me…” A small smile shows through his tears, relief and unimaginable joy overwhelming his body. “I’m never going anywhere, not without you.” The words come out a bit stammered and rushed, clinging onto Sanji yourself as you soak his white dress shirt.

Both of you sit like this for a while, minutes, maybe hours? Who knows, nither of you cared, the only thing that mattered was feeling warmth from each other once again. Sanji pulls back for a moment to look at you, brushing a piece of hair from your face as he cups your cheeks, looking into your eyes like it’s the first time he’s ever met you. “You still wanna have this date? Just the two of us?” His voice had finally evened out, he wasn’t completely calm yet but just your presence could cure him from any disease, especially the heartbreak he had been feeling the past few days. “Of course I do… You really did all of this… Just to honor me?” Your voice starts to tremble a bit again, looking over at the decorated table with the empty pulled out chair meant for you. “I love you more than any words could describe, it’s only right that i attempted to explain it through actions for the last time…” He tilts his head to press a small kiss to your forehead, holding you by the small of your back. Sanjis words echoed in your head, the sweetest man on earth was absolutely ruined by the idea of losing you.

A night of grief and loss slowly turned into sweet embraces and talks of old memories, Sanji poured you a few glasses of wine after heating the food up again, head in hand as he watches you with nothing but love in his eyes. The sun had already started to rise before you both realized how late it had gotten, lazily walking up the stairs of the inn to the shared bedroom. Nither you nor Sanji expected to see Luffy and Chopper in the hallway, walking towards the freshly opened breakfast bar with unreadable looks on their faces. The minute Chopper sees you he’s screaming happily and jumping into your arms, Luffy follows after he realizes what’s going on, wrapping his rubber arms around you and lifting you off the ground with a spin, to Sanjis slight annoyance, but he couldn’t be mad, he knew everyone was going to be happy to see you.

For the next few weeks Sanji never lets you leave his sight, you’re in the kitchen while he cooks, the laundry room during chores, and yes he absolutely followed you to the bathroom every single time. It wasn’t overbearing to you, if anything it was the cutest thing he’s ever done. You felt the same way as well, wanting to be with him constantly after scaring him that night so badly, he always deserves to feel secure and loved. One before bed conversation stuck with both of you while laying on the Sunny, “Thank you for loving me.” You say while nuzzling closer into Sanjis chest, you can practically feel the smile spread across his face, his hand brushing over your hair softly. “Thank you for never leaving me.” He says quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Sanji drifts to sleep peacefully, keeping his hands close to your warmth so he knows you’re not going anywhere ever again.

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"Thank you, Willow," Simon said, with a small smile, "Maybe one day, I'll get over this complex over going outside and get to see you all in person too."

That seemed like it would be a nice goal to work towards. Sure, he could communicate with everyone this way, but it wasn't truly the same as being there in person.

"That's the spirit!" Bill said with a grin, "You can show those haters how even more awesome you really are, and it would certainly add another degree of badassery."

Not that Rook needed it, but Bill was certain she wouldn't decline having it.

"And, and spending time with, with you will, will be the, the best part for, for me too," Russell agreed.

"Big Big Bro?" Travis said, "Well, it's certainly not a lie or an exaggeration. We could go with that."

Leofric nodded.

"I believe we can manage that, yes," Leofric said, "And certainly, if any with not so nice intentions come around, we can most likely handle them without too much of a fuss. But perhaps some water guns would not be amiss."

It appeared that he had gotten the same idea that Rook had from watching the way Veronica had reacted.

"It would be foolish not to," Antonio said, an ear twitching as he took a moment to wring a bit of the liquid out of a curly lock. He was unable to stop himself smiling at the way Rook's wings moved as well however, "But I suppose that does sway things a little in my favour."

Travis looked over at the car.

"So he drives something as boring as the way he dresses. With any luck, it'll still have some fancy bells and whistles you get with these more expensive cars. " Travis said, before he joked, "Now I'm happy to drive, but we're not going to have any arguments about who rides shotgun now, are we?"

He grinned a bit, just to indicate that he was indeed joking, but then he got to work on spraying the seats and the steering wheel down to start with.

"And you never know what kind of deadly belches he's been unleashing in here, or spores through the skin like he got Custard with that time," Travis commented, "But we'll get this safe for us soon enough."

From Antonio's experience, he knew it was better to stay close to Rook while they were in here. She knew where they were going and how to get out after all. Russell has also diligently followed, but he offered his hand to Lucien once more.

"So this is where you had your little stay here, huh, Antonio?" Bill said, before he chuckled, "I guess it's a bit like Leofric's coat of holding and a lot bigger than you'd think, at least on the inside."

"But my stay was comfortable," Antonio said, "Yes, you'll be able to sit soon, sorellina. We all will be able to."

"I, I suppose we, we could, we could probably leave the, the gas masks and, and gloves for now," Russell suggested, "Seeing as, as we don't, we don't really need them right, right now."

Bill laughed at Lucien's comment.

"We could have a red carpet for whenever we need to make our way through here."

Leofric managed a small smile at that.

Willow reached to give the drone a pat, "I'm quite glad to have met you as well, Simon."

It was so refreshing meeting a tech savvy person who was actually pleasant to talk to. Willow would definitely find the time to chat again over this topic or any other.

"It'd be fun to swing around and look down on the haters." Rook crossed her arms as Lucien leaned over to mock her, "It might be more exciting than jumping off the roof."

It would also be better for her mother's peace of mind. Lucien was reminded of the importance of respecting personal space and pointed back to Russell with a claw. He was his problem now.

"Well, I can think of some more names, but I'd have to ask Erica how to pronounce them."

"We could also go with Big Big Bro!" Erica said with a smile.

"It would be worth a try. In any case, we first of all care about spending time with you." Lucien replied. That, however, didn't mean he didn't plan on gifting Russell a nice t-shirt or two. Not that he needed the excuse to go shopping.

"Maybe a round of positive vibes will help, but let's not overdo it." Rook said, "I don't want the place to be too pristine, you know? Polite ghosts should feel welcome too."

If they wanted to open the place to everybody, then they better ensure it'd be that way even with a few safety measures in place.

Though it also occurred to Rook they should consider buying some super soakers. Her mother seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Fear my wrath, Antonio." Yes, she was definitely having a good time. "But I will let this go, if only because you still manage to be cute."

"Emotive extra limbs, am I right?" Rook chuckled, wiggling her wings.

But it was time to get going. Willow and Erica fell into step, mostly ready to try their chances riding in Five's car.

"You can never know where he put his hands. So I guess the first thing to do is cleaning the steering wheel." Erica suggested. She, of course, already had some tissue ready to be used.

"Indeed." Willow agreed. It was safe to say she didn't look very impressed with the car. Five's utter lack of taste extended to his choice of vehicle as well.

Rook decided to take the lead, knowing well she couldn't risk anybody wandering off while she had no way to track them down (having invited everybody inside without the help of an orb. She waited for her mother to follow, then for Lucien to step through, before shutting the portal behind them. The usual white void of the pocket greeted them in all its liminal glory as the fog parted, the lack of clutter suggesting this wasn't a corner Rook had been to recently.

Still keeping an eye on the group, she let out a sigh as she started floating a few inches off the ground. "Ah, it's nice to get some weight off my legs. I really can't wait to sit down."

"You will be able to do so soon, dear." Veronica reassured, "Now, feel free to toss your protections and spent consumables wherever you want. We do have essentially infinite space in here."

"It could use a few rugs." Lucien mused.

[moonlitcelestial]

Chapter 30 

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

W/C ~18,023 

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Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer. This story will follow several of the events that Ateez have done in the past year for Golden Hour Part 2, that being said I will not be able to include everything. 

Contains she/her pronouns.

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General Warnings: cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness. 

CHAPTER WARNINGS - Fluff, playful teasing, Yunho in glasses, alcohol mentions 

Let me know what you think! <3 Moonie

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You had finally landed in Tacoma, resituating yourself you looked over your team who were putting on their masks and hats. The staff started collecting everyone that was to exit first like teachers collecting unruly children. All chaos and barely organized. They were trying to be quick and efficient which would most likely help in the long run but it created some snags in the current flow. You had to step out from between Wooyoung and Yeosang, both of which offered a small squeeze to each of your hands in reassurance. A woman from Asher’s team followed the four of you out of the plane after you had grabbed all of your bags. 

As soon as you stepped out the door and into the airport you were met with some flashes, your head immediately went down and you felt someone at your side. Aurora and Willow were next to you and Forrest had taken his spot in stride at the front while the woman was behind you. Nothing could have prepared you for the screaming when everyone caught sight of your boys. You made it out in front of them and didn’t have to worry about being mobbed while you were getting into the van someone was waving you into. You dropped your bags in the trunk and got into the car as quickly as you could. 

A collective sigh left all of you as you slumped into the seats of the van. With a quick motion you took off your hat and fluffed your hair out of your face and put it back on backwards. Turning in your seat you watched as the boys were greeting Atiny with large smiles, how they had the energy for people after a long ass plane ride was beyond you. The van started moving and you looked over everyone. “That went a lot better than the first time, I think that’s what will need to happen from now on.” 

“Asher said you might say that,” the four of you looked to the woman sitting closest to the door. She had taken off her mask and you finally got the chance to take her in without obstructions. Her light hair was up and you could see the waves trying to escape the perfectly slicked back hairstyle. Her eyes were like Aurora’s, a beautiful icy blue. 

“I apologize, my name is Athena. I am a part of Asher’s team and have been for a few years, it’s wonderful to finally meet all of you. He has only ever said good things about you.” You were smiling at the woman sitting next to you.

“I assume you know our names, but I’ll introduce us anyway. I’m Y/n otherwise known as Onyx, behind us is Aurora, Forrest, and Willow also known as Moonstone, Topaz, and Amethyst respectively.” Athena nodded to all of them and turned back to you. 

“So I have one question. I’ve seen how you are with the Ateez boys and from whispers I have heard you are with all of them, is that true?” You choked on air as the question left her mouth. “No no, I’m not asking like in a judgy way I swear, I was just genuinely curious.”

Athena was waving her hands in front of her in an apologetic motion. Well, at least you knew she got straight to the point; which you respected her for. Aurora was patting you on the back awkwardly trying to make sure you could get air to your lungs. When you recovered you looked back at Athena. She was watching you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “Sorry, no one has ever asked me that.” 

“I didn’t mean to pry, I was genuinely just curious.” You checked who the driver was when she finished her rambling. It was Jiwoon, who was trying his hardest not to smile at you in the rearview. When you looked back to her she had been following your gaze to the front seat. 

“You didn’t pry, it was an honest question. If I didn’t know that Asher trusts you I wouldn’t be giving you an answer. Yes, I am with all of them but not everyone knows. Although after the cuddle fest on the plane where everyone could see I’m sure they suspect something.”

”That’s so fucking cool!” Her outburst shocked all of you, even her as she audibly slapped a hand over her mouth. Jiwoon was snickering in the front seat. You were grinning at her the entire time she was staring at you mortified. That was one of the most genuine reactions that you would have hoped for in a person, unbridled joy, so much of it that words just slip from her mouth. 

“It’s alright, you don’t have to censor yourself around us, if anything this sailor has everyone beat at the cursing game.” Your head shot over to look at Forrest who was grinning at you while reaching to pat your head like a child. With a quick move you smacked his hand away from you and Athena fell into a small giggle fit.

For the remainder of the drive all of you chatted amongst yourselves. It was almost weird speaking in complete English after all this time; you may have been a little rusty. Jiwoon even piped in with some of his takes on the topics you were discussing. You pulled up to the hotel and were immediately awestruck, this place was gorgeous, definitely not something you would have chosen; but amazing nonetheless. Jiwoon had pulled out a stop right outside the security gate and gave his name and the group name, the guards gave a curt nod before stepping back into their tiny booth and pressing a button. 

“I am going to let all of you off at the front so you can get inside and sort through the luggage to find yours. When everyone gets here we will pass out the keys as the head will be the only one to get them.” The five of you chorused your acknowledgment before getting out of the car and grabbing your gear. When you entered the hotel it was extravagant to say the least, you would definitely be staying in style. True to form with many grand hotels there was a piano in the center of the waiting area. With a glance over to your team you were grinning. They watched you with raised eyebrows like they knew exactly what was going through your head as soon as you saw that piano. Athena looked downright confused, she would find out about your excitement soon enough.

No you have to be a responsible adult before you fall victim to your childlike wants. 

You made your way over to the large group of suitcases and immediately clocked yours. Maneuvering around the scattered cases you grabbed your suitcases that were linked together and hauled them through the rest and behind the piano bench. When they were parked in a spot that wasn't sticking too far out in the way you put the bags you were holding on the raised handles so you didn't have to set them on the floor. Finally you took a seat on the bench and flourished your blazer behind you. Not too long after you started into a more classical piece feeling like it would be better since you were in a fancy hotel. You had kept your hat and mask on just because you could. 

“Play something fun!” You turned and looked over to Forrest who was grinning like a madman at you. Stopping in the middle of the song you were playing and you began thinking about what you could play that would be considered fun, at least for you; but still sensible. Sensible because you were in a fancy hotel and near a restaurant filled with people. 

The remainder of the people that were in your van were approaching you with their luggage. Your team took up residence on the long side of the piano waiting for you to start. Aurora was the closest, she always loved to watch you play, and was even more vocal about it after you reassured her that her pushing you to play was one of the only reasons you would have. Peer pressure at its finest. Forrest, situated himself next to Aurora and had taken off his facemask and hat since you last saw him. Willow was situated close to Forrest and was just leaning on the piano watching the entirety of the exchange. An idea came to mind that you knew would absolutely blow his socks off, and quite possibly anyone in the near vicinity. It might be a little over the top but it would at least help you kill time. You cracked your fingers to loosen them up, took off your hat and mask, setting them on top of the piano before looking back at Forrest with a wink. When you looked back at the keys you channeled everything that your Granny had ever given you, grace, class, a love for a challenge, and most of all; her love for music.

With a deep breath you launched into the song and were immediately met with a wave of excitement through your body. This was the first classical piece you learned in college without the help of your Granny, one of the hardest ones anyone could play, at least in your opinion. You wanted to show her that despite being away from home you still thought of her, and that you may have finally caught up with her expertise. When you came back during the summer after your first year of college, able to play this, you were surprised that she managed not to fall out of her chair when you began the piece. 

You had spent hours and hours into the night drilling this song over and over, on top of your classes and other obligations. Some of the college students thought you were a music major for the longest time because you spent so much time in their building playing one of the pianos. Not to mention a couple of the professors had offered you scholarships if you would have joined them, every time you politely declined; much to their dismay. Some of them had even helped you just a little when it came to some of the more difficult pieces of the large puzzle that was this song. 

All you could see was the notes in front of you. The lights of the room seemed to shift back into the shitty lighting in one of the practice rooms from college. You could feel your Granny at your shoulder just as she had been after discovering you were playing the entirety of this difficult song. You were back in the past, and it finally didn’t hurt like it had for the longest time. 

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Music was flowing through the cracks of the doors while we approached the front of the large hotel. Of course it would be this way, someone playing the piano for people that were entering the hotel to make it seem fancy. When I stepped into the building my eyes naturally fell to the crowd surrounding the piano. Most of which were people from KQ and some random people were scattered about as well. There in the center, which shouldn't have surprised me, was our north star. 

She was sitting poised and leaning into the music like her life depended on it; just like her Granny did. I exchanged glances with the rest of my boyfriends and smiles broke out on their faces if the crinkle of their eyes above their masks were anything to go by. I could feel my smile creep onto my face as well. Her unbound hair was moving with her while she played the intricate piece of piano music; something I had never heard before. Most of the staff was seated in the many chairs surrounding the piano just listening to her play. Maddox had somehow squeezed himself between Forrest and Aurora and was watching her with awe while leaning against the piano. Most of the other Edenary members were close as well but they seemed to be whispering amongst themselves about something completely different. 

My feet carried me to her before my mind could catch up. Most of the staff had made a small hole for me to get through so I could get close. She hadn't even looked up from where her eyes were glued to the ivory keys like she normally did. She was entirely focused on the notes she was producing from the large all white piano; something that made her even more of a masterpiece in my eyes. In the time that I had known her she shines the brightest when she is either behind a camera or in front of a piano. Seeing her play the piano all that time ago made me fully realize how much I love her; something that does not come lightly for me. The music brings her to life, something I wouldn't say she was lacking before she started playing again, but a new kind of life; one that made her glow like a star. 

Her fingers were moving with expert precision across the entirety of the piano. Sometimes her hands would cross over each other whilst she was playing, something that looked like it would be awkward, but it was like second nature to her. It was hard to believe that she hadn't played for so long before we met, she had fallen back into it so naturally; almost as if no time passed at all. I took a second to look over everyone’s faces. Most of them were watching her so intently, some were shocked like they had never heard someone play the piano like this but every one of them were swaying with the tune of the music. The ones who knew her story just looked at her with pride; including myself. How did we manage to snag someone so magnificent? Someone that brought calm to our storm; even while she was battling her own. How did we get so lucky to have this beautiful soul?

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One minute turned into five, which turned into ten, and finally into twenty. You finished the song with a quiet grace and jumped when a loud applause greeted you. Your eyes peeled themselves away from your hands and the keys to see everyone clapping and smiling at you. The applause surrounded you in the best way, it was coming from in front of you and behind you, from familiar faces to people you had never seen; and most likely would never see again. The patrons that you didn't recognize took your hat on the top of the piano to mean you were asking for tips and before you could speak up to protest they had dropped money into it and left with smiles in your direction. You stood from the bench and watched with wide eyes as more and more people flocked to you to pat you on the back or to give you compliments. The smiles and polite bows to everyone came naturally, you were surprised you had caught this many people's attention when all you wanted to do was play. 

“I didn't know you played! You’re amazing!” Your eyes fell to Maddox, he was grinning so widely you wondered how his face hadn’t split. You looked down to hide the bashful smile on your face, coming from him, that was one of the best compliments you could receive. 

“We might have to recruit you to help with some of the piano music one of these days!” Your head whipped up to look back at him with wide eyes. He was watching you with a more tame grin this time, you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“Alright, now that everyone seems to be in the vicinity, let's get everyone situated with their keys so we can get settled and prepare for our first day of the tour!” The head manager of the trip was standing fairly close to you because you had become the unofficial center of attention at this point; instead of the actual idols. Speaking of, you looked around to see if you could find your boys. Low and behold they were closer than you realized. All of them were standing at the edge of the piano. Their eyes had not left you since the moment they stepped into the hotel. 

The woman next to you, who’s name plate read HyunJae, started listing off various names on her clipboard and handed them small packets with their keys in them. You patiently waited while fiddling with your rings and when you heard your name you tuned back into the conversation. She handed you a key and you glanced down at it, there was only one. Taking the opportunity you snuck a glance at your team and they were just watching you with curiosity as to your confused face. You shrugged and turned to grab your suitcases and started heading toward the elevator, a bellhop offered to help you but you declined. You pressed the button to go up to your designated floor and then placed the key against a small pad so it would start moving. Yet another thing you were impressed with about this hotel. The ride felt like forever but in reality it was short. As soon as you stepped foot onto the main floor of the hallway you realized there weren't as many doors as you thought there would be. 

With a glance back at the keycard in your hand you chuckled at the irony; 1117 was your room number. A smile and half a hallway later you were in front of the door to your room, you slid the key into the slot and yanked it back out and pushed open the door. What you were met with took the breath out of you. The room was huge, but it wasn't a normal room, it was a damned living room. With cautious steps you entered and looked around. There were several seats in the main portion of the room, and a small kitchenette toward the right side of the large room. It had enough that if you really wanted to you could make something for a meal. On either side of the room were small hallways leading to what you could assume were the bedrooms and bathrooms. The thing that caught your eye was the large gift basket with a card that said Ateez on it in a fine script. You were grinning, happy that you were the first one here and got the first pick of rooms. 

Wandering down toward the left you were met with two doors on either side of the hallway. You took the one on your left and dragged your suitcases in behind you. It was decorated with neutral tones and the window was spanning most of the wall and looking over the city. In the middle of the room was a king sized bed and on either side were bedside tables. A small desk, a dresser and a tv on top of the dresser were across the way from the bed. On the same wall was also a door to a bathroom as well. It was almost like a mini hotel room in a bigger hotel room. You set your backpacks on top of the desk and scooted your luggage to the wall closest to the door. Opening up your main suitcase you grabbed the first rolled up set you could get your hands on and smiled, one of your favorite slate gray sets. With quick movements you changed out of your more formal wear and into the sleeveless crop top and the matching shorts. You made sure to pull out the pendant from under the shirt, it fell perfect on you, with a small smile at yourself in the mirror close to the door you stepped back out into the hallway and closed the door behind you.  

You were really curious about that basket, did it have more Korean snacks or was it going to be American snacks? Did they do salty or sweet or maybe even both? You meandered back toward the main room so you could investigate before the boys got here. When you made it out to the main room you approached the basket, before you could get too far into your investigation the door clicked open and you spun around as quickly as your body could take you. Wooyoung was so engrossed in his conversation with San, who was a step behind him, that when he caught sight of you he leapt back and nearly took San out in the process. A laugh escaped you. He started grinning before rushing toward you and picking you up with his own giggles falling out of his mouth. “My rose you scared me, I didn't think you would be rooming with us!” 

He spun with you a couple of times before he set you back on your own two feet. He placed a kiss to your lips and before too much longer another set of arms wrapped themselves around you. “I was really hoping you would be with us jagi (sweetie), if you weren't I was going to hunt down your room and force my way in.” 

Laughter bubbled up out of you again, “as if I wouldn't let you in thing 2.”

San separated himself from you and gave you the best glare he could muster without a smile breaking out on his beautiful face. You just stood there smiling at him and before you knew it he cracked and started smiling so wide his dimples had made their appearance. Both you and Wooyoung immediately poked his cheeks, and in sync you looked at each other in shock; almost as if you didn't share the same brain cell when it came to the buff man in front of you. Several snickers came from the surrounding men that had just walked in and witnessed the mutual love for San’s dimples.

“What’s this behind you, jagi (sweetie)?” You turned to look at the gift basket. 

“I have no idea, it was here when I got here.” It was filled with snacks, a couple of small souvenirs from places you assumed were local, and there was even a couple of bottles of champagne in the center of it. As if just two could cover all of them; plus you for that matter. San picked up the small note and opened it before handing it to you.

“Am I your translator?” He nodded with a bashful smile. You reopened the letter and began reading it to the boys in front of you. 

Ateez,

We are absolutely delighted that you chose our hotel to stay in during your time here in Tacoma. We have included some snacks and bottles of champagne for your enjoyment. If you need anything please let us know. 

Enjoy your stay,

The staff of Hotel Murano

You looked up from the letter to the men who had inched closer to investigate said gift basket. The treats included were typical American things, things that they would most likely not eat to keep their swelling to a minimum. You dropped the note onto the table and picked up the bag of Reese's Pieces. They watched you like you were insane for even considering eating the sugar filled treat in the bright orange bag. You forgot that they didn't really know what exactly they were, or what Reese’s were in general. You dumped some in the palm of your hand and offered them to the curious men. Wooyoung was the first one to snatch a couple from you followed by Seonghwa and then the rest of the boys. Their eyes got big but you could tell they weren't quite sure what to think of them. With a snicker you popped the rest of them in your mouth and walked over to the kitchenette to see the contents of it as well.

“You have room assignments or are we just scattering and figuring it out as we go?” 

“I’ve already picked my room, so you guys can split up and pick.” you opened the small fridge and there were a few water bottles and some other sugary drinks. There was more than likely nothing in the cabinets so you just stepped toward the stove to see how it worked. A glasstop stove, something you didn’t necessarily like for making food because of the residual heat it always kept. You much preferred a gas stove because you could actually keep a hold of the temperature better. When you looked back up the boys were playing a match of ka bi bo, for what exactly you had no idea. You walked over and rested yourself against Yunho who was so into the match he barely noticed you. A couple of the boys got out and started pouting and stomping around like children. Now you understood, they were doing it to see who got first pick of the rooms. 

The match continued on for several more rounds until Wooyoung came out on top, he rubbed it in the other’s faces before he marched over to the right side and picked his room. He reappeared with a small pout, “didn't find what you were looking for?” 

He shook his head and pouted even harder at you. Yeosang wandered off to the left, and took the room on the left, he put his luggage in the room and came back out with a straight face. Yunho had gone to the right followed shortly by Mingi, they chose to room together in the room opposite of Wooyoung. San was trying to decide where he wanted to be, you could see the conflict in his dark eyes. Wooyoung was practically begging him to pick his room, in the end he walked toward the left and stepped into your room. You watched with tight lips as Wooyoung threw himself into the chair closest to him, his hand over his chest at the betrayal. You knew it was an act that he would love to spend time with any one of your boys. He walked back out and stood close to Yeosang who stuck his tongue out at Wooyoung and wiggled his fingers in jest. You snickered at the exchange, that was so much like Hongjoong it was ridiculous. Seonghwa walked in the direction of the room opposite yours and Jongho followed closely behind him leaving Hongjoong to be with Wooyoung. 

“Who got the room with Shutterbug?” you looked over to the smug pair that raised their hands. Yeosang had finally let his pretty smile stretch across his face. San’s dimples hadn’t had a rest since he got into the room, it made you wonder if his cheeks hurt. 

“Yah! How did you know where she was rooming?” 

“I just had a feeling, and when Yeosangie came out with a straight face I knew.” You laughed at San who was resting himself against Yeosang. 

“It also smelled like Joongie’s cologne down the hall, and I knew he hadn't been that far.” 

Your grin widened, smart man. “So loves, I think we need to go to sleep or at least rest a little more so we can adjust to the new time zone seeing as it is just about 3 a.m.”

“That’s a good idea, shutterbug,” Most of the boys murmured their agreement before scattering. You made your way over to the room you had chosen and flopped into the bed. San and Yeosang were just behind you. They had changed into more comfortable clothes before deciding it would be great fun to flop on top of you. A grunt turned into a giggle and you tried to squirm out from under them. The three of you were giggling messes. You half wondered if someone would come in the room and tell you to calm down like a disappointed parent. After a couple more seconds of torture they let you up, you gave them a half hearted glare which was met with twin smiles. San grabbed you and tugged you toward him to tuck you under his arm and Yeosang had scooted as close as he could to your back, effectively squeezing you into a sandwich. 

“I love your giggles,” You looked up at San who was smiling down at you. He placed a kiss on your hairline.

“I love your dimples,” you looked back up at him and you had to wrangle your arm out from under his to poke his cheek where they had made their appearance again.

“And I love the both of you.” You struggled to turn around to look at Yeosang so you settled for grabbing his hand on your waist and giving it a squeeze instead. He returned the gesture before placing a kiss to the back of your head. You placed a kiss on San’s chest which you were now curled up to. 

Your mind drifted. These two were both so different but so like minded when it came to loving you. San was loud and affectionate while Yeosang was the opposite, but both of them showed you how much you mean to them in similar ways. Pulling you closer, cuddling you, supporting you, loving you, even when you didn’t feel like you deserved it. With a content sigh you let yourself relax enough to fall into slumber.

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

You woke up naturally a little while later, taking in your surroundings you noticed that San was the only one here. With a turn of your head you looked for Yeosang who was nowhere to be seen. That’s odd. When you turned back to San he was still peacefully asleep, you took the opportunity to study his face. Your fingers moved on their own accord to trace the outlines of his beautifully prominent features. You ghosted your fingertips along the sharp cut of his jaw and up over his cute cheeks. Smoothing your hand over his cheekbone and then into his hair you let your nails lightly run against his scalp. He twitched in his sleep and you completely froze hoping you weren't waking him up. He peeked one eye open at you and you moved your hand away quickly, he caught your wrist and brought it back to his face before placing a kiss to the inside of it. “If you are going to wake me up like that I am never letting you go to bed without me.” 

“I’m sorry, I really didn't mean to wake you up, you're just so pretty I couldn't help it.” You let your fingers start tracing his face again, he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes; much like a cat would.

“I’ve been in and out since Sangie left a little while ago, when you turned to look for him I was between being awake and asleep. I just wanted to see what you would do, and the little smile you were doing when you did it made being awake worth it.” You did a mental check in with your own body and realized you had been smiling; and still were. It definitely came naturally when he was around.

“Such a sap,” he let out a huff of laughter through his nose and reopened his eyes. Before you could move your hand away from his face he gave a light nip to your fingers that had made their way to his lips. You wiggled your arm free and cupped both of his cheeks and squished his face between your palms before planting a kiss on his lips. He was trying, and ultimately failing, to hide his smile. 

“Jagi (Sweetie) what are you doing?” His words were garbled because you were just holding his face in the squished position. 

“Letting my cuteness aggression out in nonviolent ways.” 

“If you squeeze any harder it will be violent.” At this point his lips were puckered and you could only imagine the kissy face emoji. 

“Don't threaten me with a good time, I’m sure I look great in orange.” with one more squeeze you started planting kisses all over his face. His cheeks, where his dimples generally are, his nose, his forehead, his jaw; everywhere. He was trying to pull away from you, key word trying; but if he really was actually trying you were sure he would have gotten away from you. Giggles filled the room from the two of you, nothing could have been sweeter in this moment. His face was becoming a beautiful shade of red, one very similar to tipsy San. the door clicked open and you turned around to see who had come into the room. Yeosang and Jongho had appeared in the doorway and were looking at you with a tilt of their heads. You turned back to look at San who was still squished in your hands with one of the worst blushes you had seen on him. 

“Sannie, are you being tortured?” He tried to nod his head against your hand and you released his face with a pout.

“You don't like my kisses?” A snort came from one of the men across the room while San tried to backtrack. Before he could grab you you scooted out of the bed and walked over to the two standing in the doorway. “Sannie doesn’t want my kisses.” 

“I’ll take your kisses if he doesn't want them,” Jongho pulled you into a hug before kissing the side of your head, you produced a small fake sniffle for the dramatics. Jongho started gently pulling you out of the room with him, you could see the smirk as he took you away without even being able to actually see his face.

“Jagi (sweetie) I love your kisses!” The door clicked shut behind the three of you and you separated yourself from Jongho with a large grin. You placed your hands on his cheeks gently and gave him a lingering kiss. When you pulled away he was a cute shade of pink.

“Thanks for the help in my shenanigans Aegiya (baby).” he gave you a small nod before grabbing your hand and leading you out to the living room where most of the boys laid sprawled across the seats scattered around the room. You plopped onto Seonghwa’s lap dramatically and with a chuckle he wrapped his arms around you.

Hi dalnim (moon), did you sleep okay?” You tucked yourself farther into his arms and nodded. His arms tightened around you and you let out a small hum of contentment. When San appeared out from the hallway he glanced over at you before coming over to squeeze himself into the space closest to you next to Seonghwa. 

He gave you a light kiss before resting against the two of you. You were grinning the entire time he was settling against you. Most of the afternoon continued in some kind of comfortable silence. The majority of the time you were curled up with one of the boys, they delighted in taking turns handing you around like a princess any time one of them had to get up. Generally there was some kind of noise going in the background, tv, tiktok, instagram, youtube the works. 

You had just gotten back into the room from going to check that your cameras were charged, with a dramatic plop onto the couch you put your head in Hongjoong’s lap. He smiled at you before starting to run his hands through your hair gently. “Well boys do we have any plans for the evening, sightseeing, ordering in, watching movies, playing games, getting tipsy?” 

“I have one! But it’s only for me and you Y/n-nie” Your gaze moved over to the man sitting on the other side of Hongjoong.

“What about the rest of us?” 

“Having more than one of you out at the same time isn’t a great idea, especially because Atiny are flocking to the city for the concert tomorrow.” Mingi nodded with a small frown.

“What did you have in mind Haetsal (Sunlight)?” He was grinning down at you, his eyes were shining like the midsummer sun, warm and beautiful. 

“That’s for me to know and you to find out Haebalagi (Sunflower).” Your eyebrows raised and he grinned wider. 

“Go get ready and I’ll grab one of the makeup artists so they can cover up the artwork that they left on you.” You stole a glance at Hongjoong and Seonghwa and they were smirking at you. Menaces. You separated from Hongjoong and walked toward the bedroom. What was he up to? When you stepped into the room you grabbed your suitcase and set it back on the bed, honestly, you hoped you wouldn't have to get back out but at this point who were you to turn down Yunho. Yeosang had walked in the room a second later followed by San. 

“Is he changing into something different?” 

“Yeah, he’s going to be wearing a white shirt with black slacks. Why are you thinking about matching?” 

“I was thinking about it, but I only really have one white outfit.” You snagged the only entirely white outfit that you brought with you and set it on the bed before grabbing one of the smaller suitcases and pulling out the shoes you had selected specifically to go with it. All in all you had really hoped that some of them would take you out on dates which is the entire reason you even packed this outfit. You also got into your travel jewelry case and grabbed your star and moon glasses chain, your moon hand chain, and your stars waist chain to go with the aesthetic. If you were going to go out you may as well do it in style like Yunho. When you had everything set out you looked back at both men who were watching you with a tilt of their heads. Like it was insane that you had brought more than black clothing; which you couldn't blame them for. 

You turned your back to them and started changing, if they were going to be rooming with you you may as well get it over with; all of them were going to see you eventually anyway. A small noise of surprise came out of one of them, you could just picture the blush creeping up their faces. You quickly got everything on and turned back to the men in the room with you. Both of them were not completely looking at you, but when they did their jaws dropped. The outfit was not quite something you really saw yourself wearing, especially since you had gotten it not too long ago with some persuasion from Willow. It was a beautiful cinched top with puffy off the shoulder sleeves, the skirt had a cute tie on your right hip and it was hanging just above the floor with the shoes you had on. You checked out the slit up your right leg and was sitting in the perfect place to show off your dragon tattoo. 

Their mouths were slightly agape and you could have sworn you saw them gulp at the same time. Stepping over toward them you reached out, “you guys okay?”

San moved first and settled his hands on your waist. “You're a masterpiece.” 

“Really, absolutely breathtaking Kkulbeol (Honeybee).” Yeosang reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear gently. The heat you imagined on them had transferred to you, you could feel it creeping up the back of your neck to your face. Butterflies erupted in your stomach from the compliments, they had meant every word; their eyes spoke for them if they couldn't get any more words out. There was a light knock on the door and you stepped away before the other two could think about moving to open it, on the other side was Hongjoong. His eyes widened and lingered on your jewelry as he took you in, Seonghwa walked past to go into his room but stopped short and turned to double take. 

“Dalnim (moon) you look beautiful.” He stepped past Hongjoong and gently took your hand inspecting the hand chain; Hongjoong was still frozen in the doorway. “Come on, the makeup artist is here for you.” 

You followed Seonghwa, making sure to gently slide past Hongjoong letting your other hand linger on his waist a little longer than maybe necessary. When you were out in the main portion of the room the other four were nowhere to be seen but a woman, one you recognized, was sitting in one of the chairs nearest to the window. As soon as she caught sight of you she stood and offered you a large smile. 

“Yunho-yah told me he is taking you out on a date and he wanted to make sure you were taken care of.” You nodded and returned her smile; Seonghwa pressed a kiss to your temple and made his way out of the room.

“He hasn't told me anything about what we are doing so you have free reign, I will warn you I don't wear makeup very often.” She nodded and motioned for you to come sit in her previous place. It was then that you noticed the large case close to her. 

“My name is MiKyong, by the way. I am the one that handles Yunho-yah’s makeup.” 

“I’m Y/n, it’s wonderful to officially meet you.” She gave you a small bow and turned to her case of makeup. She pulled out several products to begin covering the artwork of hickies on your skin. 

“It’s almost as if you were attacked by a vampire Y/n-ssi.” 

“I thought the same when I saw the damage, we have Seonghwa and Hongjoong to thank for that.” She let out a snicker while she started blending the makeup into your skin. Her touch was gentle while she worked, when she needed you to move she just slightly would adjust you and continue. 

“With some of the things I have had to cover, nothing surprises me any more. It’s entertaining when they get all blushy about it like school boys; as if we all don't know that they are together. On more than one occasion I have had to cover a particularly large hickey on Yunho-yah, it is almost always in the same spot and when he complains Mingi just laughs.” 

“I could definitely see that happening,” you were snickering just imagining the pout on Yunho’s face and Mingi smirking at him like the devil through the mirrors. “Well, if you can make it seem like Yunho has some of the clearest skin even when he has hickeys from Mingi then I trust you to cover the many I have.” 

It was her turn to laugh. You were just smiling the entire time while the conversation continued onto the various woes of their makeup artists. She told you so many things about how the boys from how they were in the beginning versus how they are now. In the beginning they were super bashful and now they just grin when they get scolded. In your mind’s eye you could definitely see the smirk from Wooyoung when San would get scolded or vice versa. When she would take a step back from you you would look up at her as she surveyed her work.

“Would you like a little bit of makeup on your eyes to make them pop behind your glasses?” You thought about it, really you had no idea what you were doing when it came to eye makeup other than the basics so seeing something professionally done would be interesting to say the least. You nodded your head and took off your glasses letting them hang on the chain around your neck.

“I trust you, do what you think is best. I wouldn't mind a full natural face either.” A small squeal escaped the woman in front of you, you watched her with your blurry vision as she started digging around for something. 

“I usually don’t get free reign and always have to conform to a concept, I’m so excited! I have had an idea since I saw your outfit.” You looked down at yourself and back to her, she had a pallet in her hands and was seemingly deciding which would suit the look she was going for best. When she decided you closed your eyes before she had to tell you to. 

While she was applying the makeup you could feel her focus, as she needed to she would give you some simple instructions so she could complete what she wanted. When she was done she stepped back and looked at you, she clapped her hands together with one of the brushes in hand. You put your glasses back on and she squealed. “It looks so good! Yunho-yah is going to die when he sees this!” 

She handed you a small mirror and you were immediately stunned. This was definitely not something you could have pulled off by yourself. The natural makeup accentuated your features perfectly and there was a shimmer of white that highlighted your cheekbones, end of your nose, and cupid’s bow. Your lips were painted a natural nude that went perfectly with your skin tone as well. The double white wing stood out against the dark of your glasses, your bottom row of lashes were white while the top row was black and lucious. You brought the mirror down and smiled so wide at her which she immediately returned. “MiKyong, this looks absolutely amazing! White isn't generally my color but I would absolutely make an exception for it if you did my makeup like this when I wear it.” 

You reached out your hands and she gently took them, you gave her a bow and she was just giggling the entire time. “Don't tell Yunho-yah but you sit better than he does.” 

You burst into laughter and pulled her into a small hug which she gladly accepted. “What’s got you two in such a giggle fit?” 

When you turned around to look at Hongjoong he froze again, his mouth was just barely parted and you could see clear as day you had broken him and he needed time to buffer. You laughed harder and looked back at MiKyong, “Does he do this often? I've only seen it a few times.” 

Her responding nod sent you into more hysterics. “Giggles, what are you up to?” 

Jongho was leaning against the hallway wall. Your eyes met his and his responding smile was nothing short of admiration wrapped in a little bit of surprise. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed your hand to raise it above your head so he could twirl you. “My heart, you look stunning. White makes your tattoos pop. MiKyong-ssi you did an amazing job as always.” 

She bowed to Jongho before giving you a smile. She started packing her things and you offered to help but she refused. You ended up just sitting and chatting with her while she packed, Jongho had taken the seat next to you and just stayed close. His fingers were intertwined with yours and every once in a while he would give your hand a squeeze, a small reminder he was here. “Before I go, would you be okay with me taking a picture of your makeup?” 

You nodded and took off your glasses wholeheartedly expecting her to want them to be off. “Keep them on, it makes your eyes pop beautifully behind your frames.” 

You did as you were told and she was grinning the entire time. Jongho was just watching the entire exchange with a small hidden smile. When she had finished taking her pictures she shot them off to you; after asking for your number and requesting you use her if you needed anything. You vehemently agreed and she gave you a light hug before taking her leave. Almost as soon as she stepped out of the room Jongho placed a light kiss on your cheek and tugged you up with him. “Hwa asked me if i would bring you to our room to show him the results.” 

You nodded and followed him to the room opposite yours. You could feel the skirt flowing behind you as you walked with him; the entire thing made you feel like a million bucks. 

Nothing would have prepared you for the absolute shock on Seonghwa’s face when you entered the room with the maknae. Like Hongjoong he froze but he recovered quicker than the captain. He immediately gently brought your face into his hands so he could inspect MiKyong’s work. You couldn't keep a straight face as he turned yours just barely to catch every angle he could of you. “You are as radiant as the moon and stars, Yeobo (Darling)” 

That was something he hadn’t called you in a while, it made you smile even wider. There was a knock at the door and Mingi peeked his head into the room to let you know Yunho was back and ready. When did he leave other than to get MiKyong? You turned toward Mingi and his eyes widened before a giant smile overtook his face. He opened the door further and grabbed your hand in his before leaving a kiss on the back of it. “Gorgeous.”

Something told you you were going to be a blushing mess for the foreseeable future. Mingi tugged you close and placed a kiss on your hairline, careful not to touch the light makeup on your skin. “Yah! Come on Mingi I don’t have all day! I would like to see our girl now!” 

Mingi stuck his head out the door and squinted at the impatient Yunho “Turn around and don’t look so I can bring her out to you then!”

You giggled lightly with the other two in the room at Mingi’s snappy tone, he had probably had enough of Yunho already. There was a small expletive that came from the other room and a chorus of laughter shortly after. Mingi turned back to you with a small smile reserved for just you. “He’s going to have a heart attack. I hope you’re ready for the absolute chaos it is about to turn into when the rest of them see you too.” 

Your laughter got just a little louder at the thought, you could only imagine what was going to happen next. He placed a kiss on your lips and gently tugged you out of the way so Seonghwa and Jongho could go out to the other room as well. The two of you stood there just grinning at the other. You gave the other boys ample time to get settled and then Mingi led you out the door. When Wooyoung, San and Yeosang caught sight of you they were just standing there with wide eyes and beautiful smiles, laughter broke out among the rest of the boys that had already seen you. Honestly you were surprised that you hadn’t gotten nearly tackled by Wooyoung, but then you saw the arm wrapped around his waist from San. Your knight in shining armor was trying to keep Woo in check. If only he knew how thankful you were that he was because you most likely would have tripped over the long skirt if Wooyoung did tackle you.

You stole a glance at Hongjoong who was quietly appreciating you, actions spoke louder than any of the words he could have said. You knew before you started dating that he tended to be a little more closed off about his public displays, but he also may have just been a loser in love. His gaze was still catching on your jewelry, particularly the stars around your waist. A lingering thought tugged in the back of your mind on what he might be thinking. More than likely he was remembering the hickey he left that was just barely hidden right below the waist of your skirt. 

“What are you laughing at? Why are you laughing? Is there something on me? Do I need to change again?” Again? You gently covered the bottom half of your face so you wouldn't prematurely give away you were right behind him. Everyone’s laughter echoed across the living room. The other boys were just watching him with glee while he started to squirm with anticipation. He was moving from foot to foot and had started to mess with the collar of his shirt.

He froze, “she’s behind me isn’t she?” 

“Yeah, I am.” Yunho whipped around so quickly he nearly tripped over his own two feet. His face dropped into pure unadulterated shock before a grin stretched across his face. Before you could think or move he swept you up into his arms and twirled around with you. You were laughing the entire time, out of all the things you would have expected this wasn't quite the one you thought he would take. Really you thought he would have turned into a blushing mess like the rest of the boys had. 

Yunho was muttering against your neck how beautiful you looked, he was also using every synonym that he could think of to express it. When he finally set you down you had to reach out to steady yourself, he took the opportunity to gently pull you closer and look at your makeup. “She always does so well, I’ll have to tell her that tomorrow.” 

You were just grinning at the closeness of his face to yours without even completely thinking it through you leaned up and placed a peck on his lips. He fully stopped to process what just happened with a small look of shock before he broke out into a bashful smile. “Yah, can the rest of us see her closer now?” 

Yunho turned around and gave Wooyoung one of the nastiest glares you had seen from him. Wooyoung had gone stock still and slowly retreated behind San, who was trying not to laugh at the entire thing. Yeosang was smirking the entire time like he knew something was about to happen. You stepped away from Yunho and moved closer to the trio of men. When you got close enough you placed your hand on San’s chest to peek around his shoulder at Wooyoung who had hidden his face in San’s back. There was a light kiss on the side of your head and you turned to look at San with a wide grin. “Whatcha doin Thing 1 can’t take the heat?” 

His eyes lifted to meet yours and his smile was immediate before he launched himself out and around San, almost knocking into Yeosang in the process. “My rose, you look stunning.” 

“Thank you Youngie,” he moved faster than you could process and placed a smacking kiss on your cheek before retreating back behind San. With a roll of your eyes you turned back to Yunho who was watching the entire thing with a squint of his eyes. Territorial puppy.

“I’m ready to go whenever you are Yuyu,” he turned back toward you and his expression immediately changed. He was back to being his normal golden retriever self. 

“Alright, let’s say goodbye and then we can head out then.” You turned back to the men behind you and they were just smiling. You leaned in and gave the three of them kisses before moving on to the rest of the boys. One by one they gave you a kiss and large smiles. When you got to Hongjoong he pulled you into a hug. 

“You look exquisite, our north star.” You gave the man a squeeze in response, when he pulled away he gave you a gentle kiss before letting you go. Yunho was standing close and as soon as you were out of arm's reach from Hongjoong he grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. 

“Don’t have too much fun! Take lots of pictures!” You turned to Yunho with your eyes wide, before he could utter any form of question you let go of his hand and ran back to your room with a grin. You had packed your small camera for this exact reason, thank the gods for Yeosang who had unintentionally reminded you. When you reached your room you grabbed your small bag out of your accessories suitcase and flung your phone and wallet into it before moving over to the backpacks. You had tucked it away in one of the smaller pockets so you had it close just in case. When you pulled it free you settled it around your neck making sure to pull the glasses chain out from under it so you wouldn’t get stabbed by the jewels under the pressure. When you were situated you walked back out the door like nothing happened. 

All of them were snickering at you when you waltzed back to Yunho’s side and tucked yourself under his outstretched arm. “I should have expected nothing less from you tiny.” 

“You really shouldn’t have, do we need to wear masks?” 

“I have a couple tucked in my pocket for us.” 

“Perfect! Bye boys, don’t get into too much trouble while we are out.” There were some grumbles in protest as you walked out the door. Before it fully closed you stuck your tongue out at all of them and sent them into another fit of laughter. 

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“Please someone tell me you got a picture of her.” The rest of the boys looked over to Wooyoung. Seonghwa smirked and offered his phone to Wooyoung. There were several pictures of you. You were laughing while Yunho spun you around. Then you were peeking over San’s shoulder at Wooyoung; he managed to catch the second San had pressed a kiss to your cheek and immediately after he caught Wooyoung’s shocked expression when he realized you were standing there. The final picture was something out of a story book, it was you while you walked back to Yunho with a large smile on your face and a camera hanging around your neck. Your skirt was flowing behind you and the step that you just took showcased the tattoo down the side of your thigh perfectly. 

“You better send all of those to our group chat.” Seonghwa squinted at the younger man. 

“Yes, because I would keep them just for myself, like I wouldnt get absolutely scolded by someone if I didn't.” Seonghwa turned to look at Hongjoong then back to Yeosang and Jongho who had always demanded any of the pictures he snuck of you; at least the ones they knew about. 

“That's right, he knows better. He found out the hard way after his date with her.” All of their eyes whipped over to Seonghwa who was smirking at every one of them. He had managed to keep that picture a secret until Hongjoong was looking for some of his own pictures. Wooyoung had started scrolling through the camera roll until he stopped and let out a laugh. You were in your cute cover up outfit with your beautiful tattoos on full display and spraying whipped cream in your mouth with a huge brownie on the plate in your hand. A second later all of their phones pinged and the rest of the boys were immediately laughing at you; endeared by the candid picture.

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“Before you ask Tiny, I’m not telling you what we are going to be doing.” You had barely opened your mouth to ask the question he answered. You closed your mouth and rolled your eyes. Someone stepped out of a room down the hall and you immediately recognized the dark hair with blue underneath it. She had just closed the door behind her and looked in your direction. Her mouth fell open and she dropped the key in her hand. You couldn't keep your smile at bay, she had immediately moved to pick up the key before practically banging on the door that she just closed. Willow opened it a second later with a glare at the younger woman. All she did was point at you and then her eyes met yours and she let a smug smile spread across her face. “I told you you would look good in white.” 

You rolled your eyes and kept walking toward the pair. Forrest and Asher had stepped into the hallway most likely wondering what the ruckus was about. When Forrest caught sight of you he immediately approached and grabbed your hand and tugged you away from Yunho to spin you around. “Damn girl, I didn't know you could get dressed up in anything other in black. Matching your man in white and everything.” 

Yunho snickered at his tone of voice, that was one of the only times he could blatantly tell that Forrest was as straight as a circle. Asher had wandered past the two of you and reached out to give Yunho a fist bump. “You guys are lucky men, I haven't seen her dressed up like this since her awards ceremony.”

Yunho looked toward you with a large smile while he returned the gesture, “We really are.” 

Aurora or Willow had said something and you had burst into laughter with them. Forest was pouting, it must have been something at his expense. The two men had watched the group with smiles, happy the team was having a good time; no matter the teasing. Yunho’s phone pinged and his eyes widened. “Moonshine we need to get going, our ride is here.” 

You turned back to Yunho and gave him a nod before tugging your three best friends into a hug. When you retreated back to Yunho and Asher you gave Asher the high five he offered you and stepped under Yunho’s arm just like earlier. Yunho gave one more smiling glance at everyone before leading you to the elevator. He pulled out a white mask and handed it over to you, you settled it on your face and adjusted your glasses as he did the same. When you stepped into the lobby you were met with one of the managers in a suit. He offered the two of you a large smile and bow before proceeding outside and opening the door for the two of you. 

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The ride was short, the manager pulled to a stop in front of a small shopping center, you looked at Yunho curiously and could tell he was smiling back at you. When the door opened he got out and offered you a hand to help you out; a true gentleman. Yunho led you over to a specific shop and you immediately knew what you were now in for, he had booked you an appointment at a nail salon. As soon as you got close enough to the front desk he let go of your hand and gave you a small gesture to stay there. You took in the shop, it was small and seemed to be done with rented out rooms instead of a large line of them like you normally saw. It was cozy but classy, most of the decorations were in neutral tones which made the colors lining the wall pop. “Moonshine you ready?” 

With a nod and a tentative smile you followed the woman to one of the back rooms. She was polite and explained a couple of the things as she walked, really you hadn't paid her any attention; your gaze was locked on the tall man just barely in front of you with his hand in yours. He was wearing thin framed glasses that were most likely for some kind of blue light protection, they suited his face so well you were almost jealous. His knitted collared shirt had made him look cozy but stylish, and the slacks. Oh boy those slacks they hugged just enough of his butt that it made you grin with the thought of landing a smack to it like Wooyoung was prone to doing. The two in front of you turned into a room and you snapped out of your small trance. Yunho approached the woman sitting behind her station and showed her his phone before turning to you with what you assumed was a shit eating grin. He pulled out the chair for you and you took a seat when you were settled he pushed the chair in just enough so you would be comfortable. 

“Here, why don't you give me your bag and camera princess.” His accent was thick but he had said it perfectly in English; almost like he had practiced just for you. Your face reddened as you gently took both of them off and handed them over. When you looked at him you saw the puzzle piece pendant hanging perfectly between the collar of his shirt and the strap of the camera. You really wished he didn't have your cameras otherwise you would have taken his picture. You turned to the smiling woman “you’ve got a good one.” 

You looked down with a smile, “thank you, he’s definitely a keeper.” 

“So he has already picked out what you are going to be getting so we don't have to worry about a complete consultation or anything. The only thing I need to know is how short you would like them and I can get started.”

“Uhh, I have a camera job and play the piano so as short as you can do them without compromising whatever he has chosen” She gave you a nod and started moving to grab several things. Yunho had grabbed a chair and settled himself close to you so he could watch the entire process. 

“Want to tell me what I’m in for, love?” He had taken off his mask and opened your purse to set it inside, before you could move to take yours off he had already started to do it for you. His smile widened when he was immediately met with a smile from you. 

“Nope, it’s a surprise, all you need to know is you’ll like it.” You rolled your eyes at him, his responding chuckle sent a wave of butterflies through your stomach. 

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Throughout the time you were sitting in the chair you watched the woman work; she was really good at what she did. Yunho was asking so many questions and when he couldn't find the word in English he gave you the word in Korean and you translated for her. He was doing really well so far other than some of the more uncommon words. She was so nice while she answered, eventually when he asked the umpteenth question she answered before turning to you and saying “He might try to steal my job with all the questions he is asking.” 

You looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. His eyes were wide like she had completely figured him out. Laughter bubbled up your throat and he was sitting there with almost a pout, his arms crossed just under the camera resting on his chest. “Love, if you really want I can get the things and you can practice on me when these grow out.” 

“Really? You would let me do that even if they come out bad?” 

“You know I trust you, as long as they aren't bright pink I don't care what happens with them.” His responding smile was the most beautiful thing in the world. He pulled out his phone and started browsing to see what he could find. You shook your head at him with a smile.

“Girl, if I wasn't married and if the two of you weren't together I would steal him in a heartbeat.” Her muttered admission sent you into a small giggle fit. 

“He’s pretty great, although I will say he can be a troublemaker sometimes. He showed me a piano he had at his apartment with his friends and I didn’t know it played itself until he turned it on just as I set my hands on it to play. It scared the daylights out of me and I refused to play the cursed thing.” Her laughter was immediate, you started snickering with her and you felt Yunho’s gaze on you. You turned to look at him and he was squinting at you before he rolled his eyes. 

“What did you call the piano, wasn't it a gorgeous abomination?” It was your turn to roll your eyes. 

“I can admire the way something looks without liking the contents of said thing.” he chuckled and looked back down at his phone. The rest of the appointment was spent with light banter between the three of you. When she was finished you held your hands up and investigated them. They were short, on top of the black she initially painted there was chrome and when it hit the light it was rainbow colored. There was a small four point star on your ring fingers and pinkies; it was very tour inspired. 

“Oh my gosh, I love them! You did an amazing job!” She was smiling at you before looking over to Yunho who had leaned in to inspect them. He gently took your hand and was looking up at you through his lashes with a grin on his face. It also made you grin because it was a testament to who treated you to them; as he loved all of the colors under the sun. 

“I just did what he showed me, he has excellent taste and very obviously knows you well. I mean, your outfit and the jewelry it matches perfectly!” 

“It looks wonderful, thank you so much for taking such good care of my princess.” Yunho had pulled your hand to his mouth to leave a kiss on the back of it. Your lips tightened and you could feel the small blush creeping up the back of your neck. She cooed at the two of you before getting up to escort you back to the front to pay for her services. You and Yunho slipped on your masks on the way. When you got to the front counter Yunho pulled out his wallet and handed his card over without even hearing the price. You shook your head at him and helped him figure out the prompts. When the two of you had your receipt he grabbed your hand and walked out the door, you were met with the manager that brought you over. Yunho muttered something to him and you rolled your eyes before opening the door and getting into the car. When the two were finished speaking Yunho slid into the seat and threw his arm around your shoulders. 

“We are going to go to dinner and then head back after sound good?” 

“Do I really have a choice in the matter, Yuyu?” The driver snickered at the two of you while he pulled onto the busy street. You were looking out the window at everything that was passing, it had been a long time since you had been here, so much had changed. Yunho had brought your hand into his lap and continued to admire your new nails, and maybe the rings that adorned your fingers. You had chosen the star set you owned for your left hand and the right was decorated with the three almost obligatory ones you always wore. ( 1 2 3 ) He had started spinning your pinky ring and you were grinning at him, he was entirely too focused on your hands that he hadn't noticed you watching him. 

You leaned close to him, “If I didn't know any better I would say you have a thing for my hands Yunho.” 

His head shot up and he looked at you with wide eyes and a rapidly forming crimson blush. You snickered at his reaction before giving his hands a squeeze. “Don't worry, the feeling is mutual darling; for you and the rest of our boys.” 

He could barely even look at you at this point, which sent a shot of pride straight through you. His composed nonchalant facade was cracking the more time he spent with you. The car slowly pulled to a stop in front of a large building, you turned and looked at Yunho who was smiling so widely it threatened to split his face. He got out of the car first and offered you a helping hand just like last time. There was a decent line of people out in front of the building, he just waltzed right up to the front of the line and you gave some apologetic looks to the patrons already waiting. He spoke in a low tone to the person who was standing in front of the doors. A curt nod and a large smile later you were let right in. What in the fuck did he do?

The place was loud and music was flowing, taking a look around you saw the smiling people while they sipped on drinks. When the hostess caught sight of you and him she smiled in welcome. Yunho gave her your name and you were immediately shown to an upstairs private balcony. You leaned over the railing and took in the large place. Your balcony was in the center of the room overlooking all of the patrons. There was a stage in the center of the room below you with two pianos sitting on it facing each other. You looked over to Yunho who was smiling, he really brought you to a piano bar. He had made a special reservation for the two of you which included a couple of your favorite things, pianos and alcohol. On top of it all he had made the reservation cozy taking into account your social anxiety. It was perfect. 

He, like the perfect gentleman he is, took out your chair and had you sit before pushing you up to the table after you were finished observing the room below. With quick steps he walked over to the opposite end of the table and took his seat. “What did you do to pull this off? This place is already hopping and it's barely past dinner time.”

“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.” You rolled your eyes at the tall man who was most likely wearing a smirk under his mask. A woman approached your table and asked if you wanted any drinks, you looked over to Yunho and he nodded at you, an indication you could do whatever you wanted. You turned back to the waitress and ordered yourself a mudslide and you got him something you assumed he might like and a call to the nickname he had given you, moonshine. She nodded to the two of you and when your eyes fell to Yunho he was looking at you with a tilt of his head. 

“You’ll like it, trust me,” he offered you a small nod before turning to take in the place. You wondered if he would take off his mask, you are up above everyone and no one was really looking up here anyway. He had unknowingly answered your question not even a second later. You took in his smiling face and couldn't not return the smile he was giving you. Your drinks arrived a couple minutes later, when Yunho tasted his he was seemingly surprised. You gave him an I told you so smirk before sipping on your mudslide. 

Through the time you and he were sitting there you had spoken about anything and everything under the sun. You were particularly intrigued with why he decided to do this with you tonight, and how quickly he had pulled this off. No matter how many times you asked the questions phrased just a little differently he didn't give you the answers you were looking for. Your food arrived and you were grinning while you bit into one of the best greasy hamburgers you had in a long time. Americans did happen to have some of the best food like this, even if it was most definitely not healthy. While you ate there was a lot less talk, until someone came over the speakers announcing themselves. 

Your eyes shot toward the pianos and two people were setting themselves up for the battle that was about to happen. The one thing that brought you back to the food in front of you was Yunho’s laughter. “Moonshine, you might lose your burger if you don't pay enough attention.” 

You looked down to your food and it was nearly falling out of the bun. You set it down and bashfully smiled at him before turning to look back at the pianists. They had played a few chords before looking at each other. The banter between the two was immediate, it reminded you of the boys back at the hotel; more specifically WooSan. Both of the pianists took turns playing several different songs in a tag team fashion. Between their set of songs they had taken to arguing about the key something was supposed to be in. You were laughing the entire time while absentmindedly munching on your french fries. You may have been the only one to completely understand the argument. 

You were really getting into the sets, most of the music they had played in this set was some of the older rock songs like Journey and Bon Jovi. The gentleman had stood up in an almost abrupt fashion before turning to the crowd. “Is there anyone here that thinks they can outplay us?”

The crowd started murmuring and looking around, before anyone else could speak up Yunho was immediate in his answer. “My girlfriend can!” 

All eyes shot up to your balcony and you looked over to him in shock. What had he just gotten you into? “Really now? Does she want to come down and prove you right? The look on her face says she might not be able to.” 

Yunho looked over to you with a huge smile, you were squinting at him. He knew you were prone to be competitive and now it was definitely a competition with the smack they were already talking. You got up and wiped your hands before sending one last glare at him. His laughter echoed as you were walking down the stairs. When you got to the main portion of the room everyone was watching you skeptically as they split to let you through. Your long skirt was flowing behind you with each step you took, your tattoo was also making its appearance. You knew that they would appreciate your tattoos more here, a couple of times as you were making your way to the stage you caught the people pointing to your leg. The looks and murmuring only added to your fire of confidence. 

The people playing the pianos had been quite a bit older than you, you were young for being a pianist but it ran in your blood. As you stepped onto the stage you offered a grin to the man who was holding the mic. “Alright pretty lady, what’s your name?” 

Someone from off stage offered you a spare mic, “I’m Y/n, Y/n Starling.” 

“Where are you from Y/n?”

“Originally Oregon, but now I'm in Seoul, South Korea.”

“Wait, Starling and from Oregon?” You nodded to the man in front of you. 

“Are you related to a certain famous pianist named Nell Starling?” 

“She was my grandmother.” His jaw immediately dropped, he hadn’t expected that in the slightest, which only fueled your pride. If she were here with you she would have been thoroughly enjoying messing with him. 

“So you’re a legacy,” He tilted his head at you in a small nod of appreciation. “What brings you back to the states Y/n? I know I wouldn’t come back if I had moved to South Korea.”  

“Business mostly,” you shrugged your shoulders like you weren't here with a famous Kpop idol that had a concert tomorrow.

“I have a feeling I might know the answer but how long have you been playing?” 

“A little over two decades,” the man standing in front of you looked at you with raised eyebrows and a barely parted mouth. You were smiling at his disbelief, with a glance at the patrons you noted their shock as well. Most of them had taken to murmuring even more about you. Yunho was just up above everyone leaning against the balcony watching with a now smug smile. 

“And you are how old?” You let out a snicker.

“That’s not a very nice question to ask a lady.” His eyes widened and some of the women cheered at your answer; but you continued. “I’m 26 here and 28 in South Korea.” 

“Well then legacy, lets see what you got.” You nodded and followed the man to his piano. When he offered you the seat you took it with a flourish. Some of the more tipsy patrons offered you a cheer when you sat. With a smile in their direction you situated the seat so you could reach the keys and petals correctly. 

“So I’m not much of a dueling piano person, but I can play a few things.” 

“The floor is yours.” You gave him a slight nod and turned to look at the piano, and then up at Yunho who was giving you an encouraging thumbs up and a giant smile. With a small smile in his direction you began the mashup of Havana and Senorita. When some of the female patrons had recognized the song they started cheering and hooting. Some of the more tipsy ones had gotten up to sing and dance to the song, you were laughing at the clumsy dance moves as you continued playing. When you got to the change up of the song they had turned around and stared at you briefly in shock before continuing to belt the lyrics like maniacs. By the middle of the song you had the entire female population of the bar up and dancing. Some of the women had also dragged their partners to the dance floor, they reluctantly danced but you could tell they were enjoying it too. Something you wish you could do with your boys without having to worry about their identities and your entire relationship being brought to the public. 

When the song finished loud applause and cheering had taken over the entire bar. You could hear Yunho who was cheering so loud that he almost drowned out some of the people that were closest to you. Of course that could be because you recognized his voice over everyone’s. “Well done Y/n, but I don't think that was outplaying us. What do you guys think?” 

Most of the bar cheered in agreement and you looked over to the man whose piano you were sitting at. “And what exactly counts as outplaying then? Should I pull out some more classical pieces for you to showcase my legacy status?” 

Your eyebrows were raised and the crowd was jesting at him after your question, even his partner was laughing with the crowd. He turned back to you after offering the crowd a small glare in return for their poking fun at him. “Classical pieces are boring, do you have something to spice them up?” 

“I might have something up my sleeve,” you pretended to dust something off your shoulder while you spoke. The crowd was eating your attitude up, and you definitely knew Yunho was too.  

“Alright legacy, show us what you’re really about.” You cracked your knuckles and launched into another song you knew Yunho would recognize, one that he had stared at your hands the entirety of the time you played last time. When you began the bar was almost shocked into complete silence. The only thing other than your playing that could be heard was the clinking of glasses as people either set them down or as the bartenders continued to make drinks. It was as if the room had been deprived of its air, most of the people seemed to be holding their breath as the quick paced melody had traveled across the large space. As soon as Vivaldi’s Winter melted into Let it Go the patrons started cheering and singing the lyrics. This continued on a few more times, and by the end of it even some of the men were singing Let it Go into their glasses like microphones. You were laughing and singing along with them until the song had come to an end. 

“Alright, now I think that was outplaying us. Legacy, I bow to you.” The man took a dramatic bow and the crowd had started cheering you on as you stood from the bench. 

“Thank you. Now if you will excuse me I have a cute date to get back to.” You looked up at Yunho who was now trying to hide his face. 

“You’re welcome back anytime legacy, it was wonderful to meet you. You would have made your grandmother very proud.” You looked over to the man with a grateful smile and bowed slightly to him, a habit that had been ingrained into your very being. You took a step off the stage and the patrons close gave you pats on the shoulders and excited cheers as you made your way back to the staircase. As soon as you were back up into the small balcony Yunho moved to hug you tight. 

“You’re so awesome.” You gave a roll of your eyes in response. 

“I can't believe you volunteered me for that.” He chuckled against your neck and separated from you to hold your shoulders. 

“I knew you could, especially because they were mediocre at best, and it gave me an opportunity to show off my badass girlfriend.” You giggled at him before shoving him lightly. 

“Whatever Yuyu,” it was his turn to roll his eyes at you before tugging you back toward him and planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“Want to get out of here?” You gave him a light nod and he immediately picked up your purse and flung it over his shoulder. He already had your mask out and ready for you anticipating your affirmative answer. When the two of you were situated with your masks he offered you his arm. You took it with a small smile and let him lead you out of the bar. A couple of more people gave you large grins as you left. When you stepped out of the bar you were met with dark skies and warm streetlamps. You and Yunho looked at each other before falling into small laughter, you had completely lost track of time. The pair of you wandered away from the bar and more toward an alley so you could have a little more of a private place to be, you were really hoping that no one would recognize him. When you had wandered far enough that you were the only people around you slowed to a stop and reached over to your purse at his side to grab your phone and check the time. It was nearly 10 p.m. You showed Yunho the time and his eyes widened. 

“Oops?” he shrugged his shoulders and brought out his phone from his pocket. He messaged someone, you assumed it was the manager, before pocketing his phone. You moved to take the camera from his neck and he bowed to let you take it. Before he could get very far you snapped a picture of him with it. He turned to look at you with a smile before he started modeling for you, he had briefly taken off his mask while you were waiting. You got several pictures with your camera and a few with your phone. All you could do was smile at him at this point, he had set his phone down and before you knew it he had grabbed your hand and started twirling you like a princess in the movies. You were laughing the entire time. When he pulled you close toward the building you were both standing by he just stood there with his forehead against yours and a smile on his face. 

“I love you, so so much. I have been thankful for you and in love with you since you took care of one of the most important people in my life without batting an eye. You didn't see it at the time but when you held Mingi when he was in the middle of his panic attack, when he hadn't had one in months, the others were looking at you in shock. They didn't expect it from you, and I think all of us saw you in a brand new light that day; as someone who had their own struggles but would do anything for others. I saw a lot of you in him; and they did too. You offered him something that he sometimes would use to self soothe, not one of us had seen anyone use that method other than him. Mingi told me after you helped him calm down that he had felt so at home in your arms like he does in mine. I think I knew then that all of us had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with you; bar maybe one or two of us.” He let out a small chuckle at the thought of Jongho being the last to fall for you, but he was now one of your most staunch defenders. 

“You have brought our chaotic group peace, and maybe a little bit more chaos, in the best way and I couldn't be more happy to have you with us. I thought it was just going to be the eight of us until the end but now it is the nine of us against the world.” 

You were almost crying by the time he had finished his small monologue. You stood on your toes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He had returned it instantly, you could feel his hands twitching to pull you closer to absorb the moment. Someone cleared their throat not too far away from you and you immediately flushed and pulled away from the taller man. Yunho gave him a small lighthearted glare to the manager before smiling and starting to escort you to the waiting car. He snatched his phone from the place he set it before helping you into the car. 

After you were settled in the car you took out your phone and started sending the pictures you had caught of Yunho. It entertained you to no end that he was holding your bag in all of them. With a small snicker you pressed send and Yunho’s phone buzzed. He was grinning the entire time he opened up the messages, before you knew it your phone was buzzing with more fervor.

Both you and Yunho were laughing in the back seat. Why was it always poor Wooyoung that got picked on. The two of you were holding hands in the back seat the entirety of the ride back to the hotel. Yunho had taken to running his thumb soothingly over the back of your hand. It was really then that you realized how his hands dwarfed yours. You may have had hands on the bigger side for a woman, but nothing would compare to Yunho’s hands. He was just fiddling with your fingers, enamored by your choice of jewelry, you slid your thumb ring off and offered it to him like you had done with the others that messed with your hands. As soon as it was off and in his hand he inspected it closely before perfectly twisting it into the sphere. He let out a small noise of surprise that it actually worked while you let out a laugh. After a few more minutes of driving through the city the car rolled to a stop in front of the hotel and you looked at Yunho. “I guess it’s time to go back in and deal with the rest of the hooligans.” 

He gave you a solemn nod, he was pouting but you knew deep down he was just as excited to get back to them as you were. He got out of the car and helped you out before offering his arm again. When the two of you walked into the hotel you were met with a smile and nod by the person behind the counter. While you made your way to the elevator you were getting more and more excited to see the rest of your boys and show them your nails. Yunho had escorted you into the elevator first before pushing the button and scanning his keycard. The two of you stood in the elevator in relative silence until you looked over at each other at the same time. When your eyes met you both burst into laughter, not even a few seconds later the doors opened. 

As you stepped out of the elevator you spotted a mirror in front of the doors and your brain immediately went to taking pictures. Before Yunho could move you had grabbed your phone and pointed toward the mirror; thankfully he understood the assignment. You were standing in front of him and he was leaning into you and giving you a light kiss to the crown of your hair. With a quick movement you situated it so that neither of your faces were completely visible and snapped the picture. 

“My turn moonshine,” he rotated you so your back was to the mirror before he wrapped an arm around you and settled his hand on your ass. You shook your head lightly at him while he situated the picture how he wanted it to be before leaning down to kiss you as you snapped the picture. He gave you an experimental squeeze before completely separating himself from you with a large smile. 

“You send those to me, they’re going to be my new background.” He was staring straight into your soul with his dark eyes, it was almost too intense. You gave him a nod before looking down at your phone again to send him the pictures. 

“There you go pup. Also thank you for today, I had so much fun.” he grinned at you and offered an almost shy “you’re welcome” after the fact he quickly took out his phone and saved both pictures you sent to him. Before the two of you could get much farther down the hall a door down the hallway opened. You and Yunho separated just barely before realizing it was Hongjoong. He raised his eyebrows at the two of you and the two of you burst into giggles like you were school children who had just got caught doing something you shouldn’t have.

You practically skipped to Hongjoong who was just watching you with a grin. “Songbird look what Yuyu did for me!” 

You held out your hands and showed him your nails. His eyes widened before looking over your shoulder to the taller man. “They’re beautiful Shutterbug, he picked good for you didn’t he?” 

You were nodding enthusiastically before turning to look over your shoulder at Yunho, who was looking at the shortest of your boyfriends with a bashful smile. Well that’s not something you would have expected from him. “Come on, let's go show the rest of the boys our treasure.”

“Wait, what did you come out here for?” 

“I saw your locations and assumed you would be back soon and wanted to see you two before the other chaos gremlins did. They’ve been having entirely too much fun with the champagne and snacks in there.” You were snickering before you could stop yourself. 

“What exactly are we going to be walking into?” Hongjoong stepped to the side and opened the door just enough to hear the men inside. You were immediately met with tipsy singing and giggles. It was more tame than you thought it would be. You looked over to your sober boyfriends with a large smile before pushing the door open all the way. 

All eyes immediately fell to you and a couple of your boys almost did a spit take when they saw you; more specifically Mingi and Wooyoung. When you were completely in the room they almost tripped over each other to come see you with excited smiles and hiccuping giggles from the bubbly drink. San was surprisingly the first to get to you, he pulled you into a warm embrace and put almost all of his weight against you. 

“You’re so pretty, pretty like my Y/n-nie,” a small snicker left you before you could cover it. You had almost forgotten how much of a lightweight San was. 

“Sannie, it is your Y/n-nie.” He pulled himself away from you before squinting at you suspiciously. 

“Nuh uh, she only wears black, you’re in white.” You tightened your lips so you wouldn't lose it. The two men behind you, and the other sober men behind San, fell into a tiny fit of giggles at San’s declaration. 

“Sannie, my dearest, I think you’ve had enough for the night.” 

“Nuh uh. You can't tell me what to do, you’re not my Y/n-nie.” He huffed and crossed his arms across his chest. You turned to look at Hongjoong and Yunho who were trying so hard to contain their own laughter. Seonghwa was the next one to get to you in his stupor. 

“Y/n-nie, why aren't you in your pajamas? It’s past bedtime.” 

“Hwa, I just got back from my date, I haven't had the chance to change yet.” 

“DATE?!” Mingi was the one to almost flip the table in his haste to get to where you were standing with the other two nearly drunk boys. 

“Yes, date, the one I am all dressed up for.” 

“Why did you go on a date? Are we not enough for you?” Your jaw dropped. Out of all the damn things that could come out of his mouth that was nothing you would have ever even thought of him saying. You turned to look at the two most sober men and they were shocked too.

“Mingi, in the sweetest way possible. What the fuck?” 

“You went on a date!” 

“With Yuyu, you know, one of our boyfriends. The one who is also wearing white with me.” his eyes fell to Yunho who had come up closer to you and the three tipsy men. 

“Why didn’t you bring us with you?” He was pouting like a puppy now. You could see right through to the man who just wanted to be included on the date.

“Mingi, we are in a completely different country, one that is not really safe for all of you to be out at once in.” he was pouting even more as you explained it to him, a clingy drunk to no end. 

“We could have gone too! We can be sneaky too!” 

“I explained the same thing to you earlier Mingles, it is not safe for our relationship to have more than one of you out with me at a time; especially in the states where assholes run rampant. I would have loved to go out with all of you, but we can't do that here.”

“But, we want to spend time with you too.” 

“Mingi, I love spending time with you too, Yuyu just took me out for a fun afternoon, this was his one on one time with me just like Hwa had a little while ago.”

“Yeah, maybe if you get some balls and ask her out on a date you can go out on one with her.” Wooyoung was being an absolute sassmaster behind the group of boys in front of you. His arms were crossed over his chest while he was watching Mingi, Seonghwa, and San practically interrogate you.

“Woo, be nice, you have yet to do anything either. Now if you boys will excuse me I am going to go get out of this outfit, take off my makeup, and get ready for bed.” You turned around to Yunho who had rested a gentle hand on your back and gave him a pat on the chest. “Have fun answering their questions”

You walked out of the living room and toward your bedroom. When you closed the door you moved to change back into the set you had on earlier. As soon as you were situated in your comfy clothes you grabbed your night time routine bag and brought it with you to sit at the desk. You took off your backpacks that had been sitting on it and set them to the side gently. 

You were almost surprised that the makeup hadn’t moved in the slightest throughout the night, but at the same time you should have known it wouldn't. The makeup that was applied to you was for idols who ran around and sweated off their makeup for a living. When it came to this kind of thing you had to be meticulous in cleansing because if you weren't you would break out, which was not something you wanted to do in the slightest. It took many cotton pads to get everything off, you went through so many you wondered if you would have enough to make it through the trip now. 

A series of short knocks took your attention away from your mission to get all of the makeup off your face, more specifically off from around your eyes. “You can come in, I’m decent.” 

Yeosang peeked his head into the room before fully stepping in and closing the door behind him. “Did you have a good date Kkulbeol (Honeybee)?” 

You turned to look at him fully, he had approached and was leaning against the small desk you were sitting at. He seemed sober, of course his tolerance was leaps and bounds above the three interrogating you in the living room. “It was amazing, Yuyu took me to get my nails done and then he brought me to a piano bar.” 

Yeosang held his hand out to you so you could place your hand in his. When you set your hand in his he closely inspected the chrome on your fingers. His eyes caught where the stars were; which made him smile widely. “They look beautiful, I’m glad he got these for you. Out of the other options I thought this would fit the theme the best.” 

“You helped pick them out?” He gave you a small nod and a smile that brightened the room. 

“You and him both have good taste, it goes with the theme very well. It’s almost as if you planned it to be like that.” Maybe if you questioned Yeosang he would give you a little more information. He smiled at you and shook his head.

“Nice try, I’m not telling you anything.” You offered him a pout and he just ran his thumb over your jutted out lip. 

“You're no fun.” 

“I’m plenty of fun, I just don't want to get in trouble with Yunho. He made us swear to keep it a secret.” You rolled your eyes at that, of course he did. Yeosang let out a chuckle before sitting on the floor next to your seat. 

“What are you doing, Sweets? 

“Sitting,” you raised your eyebrow at him while he lightly snickered at his own joke. “I just want to be close is all.”

He rested his head on your thigh and you looked down at him with a smile on your face. A quiet love, one that didn't have to speak to be known. 

“Do you want to help me with my routine?” He picked his head back up and looked at you with the cutest smile. With quick movements he got up and held his hand out to you, you grabbed it and he tugged you over to settle on the bed against the headboard. Once you were comfortable he grabbed all of your things and started sorting through them. You just sat there admiring the man in front of you, his quiet grace was something you always admired about him. 

He put everything within reach and yet again surprised you when he settled in your lap to help. Between this and his birthday it might become a habit of his when you ask him to help with your makeup or skincare; which you wouldn't mind in the slightest. His hands were gentle as he took care of you, something quietly unspoken in the way he cradled your face. Your eyes had fallen shut while he worked to massage the moisturizer into your face, he was humming something to you while he worked. Then came the gentle pats of his hands against you, you opened your eyes and looked at him before promptly bursting into giggles at how close and concentrated he was. His tongue was sticking out just barely and his eyes were solely focused on his mission. You made him jump with your giggles which only served to make you giggle harder. 

“What?” 

“You’re cute.” 

“I’m not cute.” 

“Sure, whatever makes you happy sweets.” He lightly rolled his eyes at you with a tiny smile before continuing his mission. The two of you sat there for a while as he did what he had set out to do. When he was finished he placed the products down and scooted back just a little and settled himself between your legs with his head in the crook of your neck. You let out a huff of laughter through your nose at the man on top of you before sliding your hands up his back and to the back of his head. He was leaning into you so far you could feel the small smile on his face as you let your fingers run through his hair. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, sweets, so much.” Yeosang was just content in being there and able to listen to your breathing and heart; so much so that he fell asleep. 

For what felt like the first time ever someone was asleep before you were. You sat there with him just cradling him the best you could, you had reached over to grab your phone which made him stir just slightly. You combed your fingers through his hair more and he immediately settled back into his languid state between consciousness and unconsciousness. With a quick movement you snapped a picture of the exhausted Yeosang and sent it off to the group.

You were trying hard not to laugh too hard as to not startle the sleeping man on top of you. You could hear the chaos of the men in the other room whisper arguing as they messaged you. When San had shot off his message you heard a loud thump and a couple of snickers. Your door almost immediately burst open and in piled the rest of your boys. 

Seonghwa was immediately cooing at the two of you curled up on the bed before starting to help the other men get comfortable so all of you could fit on the bed. You were grinning the entire time at their doting and drunken hiccups. When everyone had their own space on the king sized bed they all let out some sort of sigh of relief. Mingi had somehow ended up by your head and was gently petting your hair while the rest of them had some kind of contact with you. 

It might be a nightmare for soreness in the morning but it was totally worth it right now. With the warmth of your boys, the humming of Yunho and the gentle breaths against your neck from Yeosang you fell into a deep slumber with a smile on your face.

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[hartleychristopher]

Juno pt. 2

Pt. 1

Pairing: long-term bf!chris x fem!reader

Summary: telling Chris you’re pregnant!

Warnings: pregnancy, fluffy fluffff, Chris being cheesy and in lovvveee <3

A/N: here is the little part two! I hope you enjoy, I really love this idea, like it’s one of my favorite daydream scenarios 🥰

You hear the front door open, then shut gently behind him.

“Baaaabe?” He calls, his voice is sleepy, worn out. “Is it too early to say I’m ready for death? Because if one more guy on my dev team says ‘just push it live and fix it later,’ I’m gonna scream into the void—”

He walks around the corner of the hallway into the living room, backpack slung over one shoulder, shirt a little rumpled, glasses sliding down his nose.

His eyes land on you and he freezes. You’re standing there, waiting, holding the plastic test stick in your hands.

You say nothing at first, you just hold it out with both hands. As if you’re offering him a gift you’re shy to give him.

Chris stares at you, squints and then walks closer. slowly, skeptical, analyzing.

You watch the moment his eyes focus on the tiny digital screen.

One word: Pregnant.

And he just stops completely.

“Wait-waitwaitwait. wait.” His backpack slides off his shoulder and hits the floor with a low thud, fuck his laptop I guess??

His shirt sleeves are all bunched up, his mouth opens, then closes—then opens again.

“Is that—? Are you—?? Is this real?!” He sputters.

You nod, eyes wide and bright. “I didn’t want to wait. I took it like twenty minutes ago.”

He makes a small sound, like a broken exhale and a squeak mixed together.

Then starts laughing—but the kind of laugh that’s overwhelmed in the best way.

“Holy shit, I made a person. I made a person with you. I’m—I’m—oh my god, you’re pregnant???”

You nod again. “Yeah. You did it.”

“I did it?! we did it!! oh God—do you feel okay? Are you gonna throw up? Should I make toast?! Toast is safe when you’re nauseous—fuck, you’re pregnant—” He walks in a circle, literally. like turns a full 360 degrees and grabs his own face.

“I need to sit down—but also stand up…but also hug you—maybe at the same time???” He’s rambling.

You step forward and wrap your arms around him, and he immediately pulls you in, holding you tight—but gentle, reverent, like he’s worried about squeezing you too hard.

“You’re sure?” he mumbles into your hair. “like really sure?”

You nod against his chest.

“I triple-checked. This is the third test and then I googled the chances of three false-positive tests—.”

He laughs, weakly, “that’s my girl.”

He pulls back just enough to cup your cheeks, eyes a little glassy now.

“I’m going to be a dad….” he says, voice cracking a little. “I’m going to teach them so many things…like how to ride a bike and tie their shoes and that the prequel trilogy is severely over-hated—oh my god—can I…?” he asks, nodding toward your tummy.

You lift your shirt just a little and guide his hand there. He lays his palm over your stomach, like it’s the most sacred thing he’s ever touched.

There’s no bump yet of course. Just soft, warm skin, but he touches you like he can feel the future under his fingertips.

“There’s a person in there,” he whispers. “half me, half you. Oh my god.” He swallows hard, rubbing slow, tiny circles with his thumb. “I know it’s probably like… a lentil right now. A jelly bean, but I swear I can feel them.”

You grin. “You’re petting my stomach like I’m an egg incubator.”

“You are. My favorite one…I’m gonna talk to them through your belly button.”

“I don’t think they have ears yet?” you point out with a giggle.

“Well they might be able to sense my aura, you don’t know…” he gives a half-shrug, smirking.

You start laughing, and he just smiles at you like he could live in that sound forever.

His hand stays on your stomach, comfortable now. Protective.

You sniff a laugh. “Are you crying?”

“I’m not crying. My eyes are just really watery from all my… winter allergies...”

You both dissolve into laughter, holding each other in the middle of the living room—just two dorks who made a baby and are now so stupidly in love they don’t know what to do with themselves.

Chris pulls you even closer and murmurs against your temple: “this kid’s gonna be really lucky, y’know? Because their mom is you.”

And then, very quietly, he whispers, “We’re having a baby,”

like he still can’t believe it’s real.

like he’ll be saying it every day, over and over, until the moment he’s holding them in his arms.

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[lovetrouble123]

Feels Like I’m Gonna D-I-E Whenever You Get Close To Me

Synopsis: Tim’s watched from afar for so long, now he wants to get closer

TW: yandere(?) Tim, stalking, kidnapping, he put cameras in your house…, non-consensual kissing

A/N: First Tim fic🫡

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Would he call it obsession? No. Tim wouldn’t call it that, he would call it possession.

The first time Tim saw Y/N was on a hot summer night. She was roaming the streets alone, most likely on her way home when Tim saw her. She wore a graphic tee with a pair of shorts, her bag pulled close to her body like it was her prized possession. And while her clothes covered her body well, Tim couldn’t help but linger on the way her thighs and legs were exposed to the degenerate Gotham City.

One wrong turn, one wrong person, and she could end up in some serious trouble.

But honestly, Tim wouldn’t be able to blame them. She was stunning under the moonlight above, and practically glowing. Of course Tim wouldn’t let anything happen to her and he sure as hell wouldn’t forgive the criminal who could do something to her. But he could at least understand.

Putting the rest of his patrol on halt, he followed her from the rooftops until she safely made it home.

The next time he saw her was on a random Saturday night. She was walking around with some friends, sporting a graphic tee that read ‘Red Robin’ on it. And that was the start of the obsession.

She was clearly a fan of him, and even if she wasn’t, he forced the narrative onto her. During every patrol, with or without the Batman (or hell even Robin), he would sneak away to watch her from above. It was his guilty pleasure. Well, watching her from afar wasn’t enough after a while, so he started researching her…finding out her name was Y/N L/N, a 16 year old high school student. Then, one night, there was a series of crimes in her neighborhood, and Tim may or may not have snuck into her bedroom and her parent’s house and placed discreet cameras all around.

He told himself it was for her safety.

Damian told him it was because he was an obsessed stalker, and no better than the criminals on the streets.

But Tim wasn’t like them, he was just…making sure they were safe. Where was the harm in that?

He sat on the rooftop across from Y/N’s bedroom, her window open as she listened to music and did her homework. She was practically glowing in the golden sunset as she laid on the floor wearing a pair of shorts and a sports bra. She was beautiful as he watched her from the window and through the holographic video feed on his arm.

He watched as she got up and shuffled over to her dresser and cut off her music. She then walked over to her closet and grabbed a T-shirt before slipping it over her head and exiting her bedroom.

Tim switched the cameras and followed her throughout the house. She walked down the hallway, into the living room, over to the front door, slipped her shoes on, grabbed her bag and opened the front door.

Tim shut off the camera and watched her exit her house and begin to make her way down the street. Where was she going?

He knew it was a bad idea, but it was the whole reason he left early for patrol. He only had one job to do, and that was to kidnap his beloved Y/N.

•••

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, her eyes adjusting to the golden light of the lamp beside her. She blinked a few times before realizing that the ceiling she was looking at above her, wasn’t hers. She immediately sat up, panic coursing through her as she realized she was in a bed. The sheets were silk and the bed was soft.

This wasn’t her bedroom.

So where the hell—?

“Sleep well, pretty girl?” A voice asked beside her as Y/N turned her head to see a boy with black hair and blue eyes sitting in a chair beside her, his arms resting and folded on the bed as he looked at her. “You’ve been asleep for a while, I was starting to get worried.”

“W-Where am I?” Y/N asked, “who are you?”

“My house.” He says, “my name is Tim…Tim Drake.”

“Um, y-yeah,” Y/N uncomfortably said as she shifted away from him. “Why am I…here?”

“You passed out,” Tim immediately says. “I brought you to my place.”

Y/N forced a smile and removed the silk blanket from her body as she slipped out of bed. “Thank you, but I-I should get going. I’m sure my parents are wondering where I am.” She said as she glanced over at the window that sat across from the bed. The setting sun was long forgotten and now replaced with the bright moonlight above—how long had she been out for?

Tim stood up, “they know where you are. I told them you were with a friend tonight.”

“I-I don’t know who you are,” Y/N said as she moved to make her way toward the bedroom door. “But like I said, thank you for taking me in but I should—.”

Tim suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, “you’re not leaving, sweetheart.”

She tried to pull away from the black haired boy, but the hold around her wrist tightened.

“Let me go,” Y/N demanded.

“I’m sorry,” Tim softly said. “But I can’t. I worked too hard for this moment…to have you here like this.”

Y/N opened her mouth to scream, but Tim suddenly kissed her. He held her wrists down as he kissed her, and he could feel her tense under him. She smelled divine, like vanilla. So sweet, and exactly how he imagined. He deepened the kiss as he could feel her panic begin to set in as she tried to push him off him, but he was taller, slightly bigger, and stronger than her.

Finally, Tim pulled away, noticing how flushed her face was and how swollen her lips were. “You taste better than I imagined,” Tim softly admits.

“You’re insane,” Y/N said with tears in her eyes. “Please just…let me go. I-I won’t tell..!”

“Letting you go isn’t an option anymore, Y/N.” Tim states, “I’ve been waiting for that kiss for months…silently watching and planning. I’ve worked too hard for this moment…you are mine, pretty girl.”

Tim then kissed her again, but more gentle this time. “How about you lay back down and I’ll get you something to eat, yeah?”

[andromedathefairy]

Thank you for all the ran content! You're the best ! I was wondering if it's not too much to ask if we could please get a fic about ran and the reader's first date . First date jitters and both people trying their hardest to impress each other! Thanks again! Keep up all the great writing!

Hey anon!

Thank you! :3

You have no idea how I started to laugh when I read your request, because I was actually planning on writing a first date with Ran x reader. I had many ideas for this, so it became a little longer than I initially wanted it to. Hope you don’t mind. ;)

Sometimes when you lose, you win

ran x reader fluff(?), little cocky!ran, little cocky!reader Summary: After losing a bet reader goes on a first date with Ran. The date takes a horrible turn as they both trying to impress the other, but reader tries something to make things right. word count: 3,1k sorry, not proofread.

You were standing in your small closet, trying to decide what to wear for your date. You tried on so many variations of dresses, trousers, pants, skirts and blouses. None of them seemed fit. You just got an address where you would meet with Ran, but you had never been on that side of the city, so you had no idea what to expect. A bar? A restaurant? A nightclub? So many possibilities, and you had to find the perfect dress for your date. The fact that you were nervous as hell didn’t help either. For Janna’s sake, this would be your first date with Ran, and you wanted everything to go smoothly at least. Your palms started to sweat as you stood idly.

In the meantime, unbeknownst to you, on the other side of the city Ran was preparing for your first date just as, if not more nervously as you. However, unlike you, they were already dressed. Ran chose a simple black shirt, the one that was the least wrinkled. They always thought ironing anything is useless, why bother if the first time you sit down it will be creased anyway. Instead, they spent that time doing their hair and fixing their makeup. Ran didn’t necessarily think they were the most good-looking person in Zaun, they knew they had a unique look, however, they knew exactly what effect their full lips had on the ladies. Well, sometimes their lips had the same effect on men too, but they never cared about them. Because of this, they always made sure they applied black lipstick, so their lips would always get the attention they deserve.

As the time ran out, you quickly had to choose an outfit. You ended up with black skort, and you combined that with a light buttoned blouse with a faded flower pattern. Luckily you did your hair before you started to dress up, you braided your hair and left out some hair on each side of your face. You looked into the mirror one last time, your looked good, but… there was one question remaining. Should you unbutton one more button and show more cleavage than you usually did or just leave your blouse the way it always it. After some consideration you boldly undid one more button.

Obviously you arried at the given address a few minutes late, Ran was already there, waiting for you, one hand behind their back.

“Ran, hello! Sorry, for being late.” you told them with a big smile. Ran steal a glance at your cleavage as you closed in, but they quickly moved their gaze before they would turn red from the sight of your boobs.

“’ey! You look amazing!” they said with a smirk. Their eyes started to shine as they looked at you. Originally, Ran wanted to tell you, you looked breathtaking, but they didn’t want to seem desperate, they wanted to look cool.

“I brought something for you.” they continued as they showed you what they were hiding behind their back. Ran held a small hairpin in their hand. The top of the hairpin was covered in three small, but colorful flowers. You stepped closer to take a better look at the flowers when you finally realized something.

“Oh my Janna! Ran, are those real?” you asked them with shock in your voice. Flowers didn’t come easily in Zaun, and if you were able to buy some, they were expensive.

“Yes.” Ran nodded with a weak smile. You were sure that the flowers cost more than your weekly wage. You were at a loss for words. Nobody ever bought you anything so beautiful and expensive before.

“Ran, it’s beautiful!” you said after you recovered from the initial shock.

“Shall I?” Ran asked with a surprisingly soft voice. You nodded, so they reached out and placed the pin in your hair, behind your left ear. “It looks good on you.” they said as they pulled back to admire you with the pin in your hair.

You gathered all your courage and kissed their cheeks: “Thanks.” you said with a tiny voice.  You watched and smiled as Ran’s cheeks slowly turned red. They froze, they were unable to move, they just stared at your face, at your smile. Ran needed a few seconds to regain control over their body, then they just cleaned their throat, and they tried to act natural, but they were a mess inside. They really wanted you to like them. They watched you so many times from the pool tables at The Last Drop as you walked in to meet your friends. They fancied the way you carried yourself, your smile, how you always had a kind word for everyone in the bar, even the worst of the worst. But you also didn’t shy away to fool around with the others or defend yourself and your friends if needed.

And one fine day you ended up fooling around Ran, teasing them how bad they are at pool, and how you would absolutely demolish them. You played match after match, until you ended up with 3-3 wins, so Ran betted with a date, should you lost, you would need to go on a date with them. That last match was close, but in the end Ran triumphed. And here you were, a few days later with small flowers in your hair, smiling at Ran’s red cheeks.

“Shall we?” Ran asked with a quavering voice as they pointed at the door.

“Where are we exactly?” you asked with unconcealed curiosity in your voice.

“Sorry, a restaurant.” Ran replied quietly. “The owner lived in Piltover for a few years. They say the food is amazing.”

“Have you eaten here before?” you asked as you moved closer. You were so eager to hook on Ran’s arm, but you chickened out. You took a quick look at Ran’s lips as they licked their mouth.

“No.” they confessed. What they didn’t add is the fact that they never fancied these delicate cuisines they usually served at places like this. They get used to living off fresh fish from the harbor and whatever horrible, tasteless vegetables and fruits they could buy.

Ran led you to the restaurant, and in a few minutes, you were already reading the menu at a table beside the windows which looked directly at the river, and beyond that, Piltover, with their lights already on, radiating bright lights which clashed with Zaun’s neon colors above the water. You loved the sight of the dancing colors on the surface of the river, as a kid you always thought these lights were pixies and sometimes you still hoped for that.

As you brought your thoughts back from the river and the pixies you noticed that the table was shaking. Ran jiggled their legs and made the table move. Before you could have said anything to them the waitress arrived and got your orders.

You babbled about the view, the light and the imaginary pixies while you were waiting for the food. Ran shared a story about their first job with Silco’s gang, where they badly had their ass handed to themselves. Regardless, Ran quickly rose through the ranks. At the end of their story Ran became more and more quieter and even refused to look at you. They still jiggled their legs rapidly and played with their hands, or the edge of the tablecloth.

When the food arrived both of you were staring at your plates. It was the smallest portion of the food you ever saw in your life, even though you grew up being poor. You tried to initiate small talk and tried to tell Ran more stories, but they were just unresponsive. They just started at their plate without even touching it, while you absolutely demolish yours. The food was okay, but the chef used more spice than you would have preferred.

As you were technically talking to yourself you started to feel small and stupid. You felt that Ran didn’t even care about you. You even tried smoothly pushing your boobs together, and flash your cleavage a little bit, but it seemed like Ran didn’t even give a flying fuck. You concluded that leaving your apartment tonight was a bad idea. Maybe Ran hoped you wouldn’t come?

The little devil on your shoulder pushed you, and tried to convince you Ran was just fooling around with that bet, they weren’t even interested in you. Maybe they just wanted to laugh in your face, make fun of you for thinking you had a chance with them.

As the knot grew in your throat you nervously tried to tuck your loose hair behind your ear, and you touched the pin with the flowers Ran gave you. No one in Zaun would spend so much money on flowers just to pull your leg. You looked at Ran again, paying more attention to them. They didn’t look uninterested, they looked nervous, out of their depth, uncomfortable.

“Hey Ran!” you said in hopes Ran would look up, but they just slightly lifted their head, but still didn’t meet your eyes. “What if we would just leave?”

Ran quickly raised their head and they looked like somebody just slapped them. “You already wanna go home?” they asked with terror in their voice.

“No.” you said with a weak laughter. “I was thinking going to Jericho’s to eat some proper food?”

Ran’s face lit up when they understood what you wanted, and they quietly nodded and quickly threw some coins onto the table that would cover your orders.

“I’m paying at Jericho’s.” you said when you were already in the streets.

“No!” Ran protested. “I invited you.”

“I’m quite capable of taking care of myself, and paying for our food too, you know.” you said with a playful but also a little serious tone.

Ran smirked at you, then they looked worried. “Look, I’m sorry. I wanted to impress you with this place but…” they started their confession, but you interrupted them.

“Yeah, I tried to do that too. I mean, look at my cleavage.” you pointed at your chest. “Everything is out. And I really mean everything. Maybe I should just cover them up.” you finished as you reached for the bottom of your blouse.

“NO!” Ran cried out as they gently grabbed your wrist. “Please?” they continued with a smirk.

“Oh, I thought… you are not interested.” you said confused. Ran let go of your wrist.

“Hey, I’m a simple person. I see boobs, I’m happy.” Ran said with a huge grin.

“Oooohhh. Well then, enjoy, I guess?” you smiled and then you took a few steps forward. You turned back, and reached out with your hand towards Ran. Ran grabbed your hand, and your fingers intertwined.

You walked hand in hand on the streets.

“You know, I feel kinda lucky, that I won that last round of pool.” Ran admitted as they carefully squeezed your palm with theirs.

“Luck had nothing to do with that, Ran.” you replied with a smirk on your face. Ran stopped at the middle of the streets and pulled you back.

“Did you…?” they asked with a frown. “Did you let me win?”

“Mayhap?” you told them with a playful tone. You saw the shock in their eyes.

“You wouldn’t!” Ran stammered. You just shrugged your shoulders. “I demand a rematch! We are going to The Last Drop after Jericho’s!” they told you with determination in their eyes.

“Oh, did I steal your thunder?” you asked as you stick out your tongue.

“Careful!” Ran warned you with a laugh. They pulled you closer, your noses touched, you were waiting for a kiss, Ran brushed their lips to yours, but they slowly backed out. You screamed inside. Ran watched you with a mocking smile as you tried to maintain a composed look. They feasted in your sight.

“You fucker.” you said inaudibly.

“Mmmm, maybe next time, don’t let me win.” Ran winked at you.

At Jericho’s you ordered different dishes, and as you looked at each other, without hesitation you split the dishes in half and swapped half of the plates. The food was amazing as it was always at Jericho’s. While you were eating, Ran told you a story about their childhood, how amazed they were when they saw a meadow full of flowers for the first time in their life when they took a trip with their parents and siblings many years ago. They never seen anything so beautiful as those small flowers which came in many colors. They really hoped one day Zaun would bloom again in figurative and literal sense too.

“I had no idea you are a tiiiiny little bit sentimental.” you joked when they finished their story.

“Don’t tell anyone. It would ruin my reputation.” Ran laughed as they nudged you with their shoulders.

“I won’t tell a soul.” you promised with a heartfelt laugh.

As you finished your meals you headed to The Last Drop to decide who was a better pool player. Ran couldn’t let this slip, and you were pondering whether to let them win again, or not. You loved to see their cocky smile as they demolished their opponents, but in this case, you were the opponent, and as everyone in Zaun you also hated to lose. And of course, there was that almost kiss, the teasing. Eventually, you decided to annihilate them.

You agreed to the best of three games. You knew it was risky, because it was just three rounds of games, but you let Ran win the first round. And there was it, their cocky smiled you silently adored every night when you were at The Last Drop. Ran gave a little theatrical bow with the pool cue in their hands.

“I only need one more win.” they teased you.

“And I only need two wins.” you said with a soft voice as you brushed their cheeks. Ran visibly froze in place. “You said not to let you win.” You chuckled as you delighted in their stunned face. Ran was staring at you with disbelief. They really found their match.

This time you didn’t play around, you gave your all and won the match in 20 minutes. Ran just shook their head with an uneasy smile.

“What’s wrong?” you asked with an innocent face. “You only need to win one game! Cheer up!”

“You!” Ran cried out as they pressed you against the pool table. Their face was just millimeters away from yours.

“Yeah?” you batted your eyelids. Ran didn’t move so it was your time to act. You brushed your lips against the tip of their nose, then you stealthily stuck your tongue out and licked their nose where your lips touched their skin. Once again, a crimson tint spread over Ran’s cheeks.

“Wha…”  they started but they had to stop and take a deep breath. “What are we betting on?”

“How about, whoever loses is paying for everything on our next date.” you said. You really wanted a second date, but you had no idea how badly it would affect Ran if they loose to you, so you didn’t want to gamble with a possible second date.

“Then we have to set a date for your payday, because you are going down!” Ran replied with all their might, but they had a feeling this was not a bet they would win.

Your last match was long, you both gave your best. It even became a spectacle in The Last Drop, as you played and teased each other, even Sevika peeked at you two from time to time while she destroyed her opponents in poker.

In the end, you came out triumphant. Ran stared at you with disbelief.

“Hey, I won fair and square.” you said to Ran with open arms.

“You really let me win the last time, huh?” they asked with a sad look on their face as they walked up to you.

“Yea’, sorry about that.” you looked at them with remorseful expression.

“But that also means…” they started as they pulled you closer, their breasts brushed against yours. Your cheeks were burning. “That you really wanted to go on a date with me, right?” they continued with a smirk. Their spirit was unbreakable even in the face of defeat.

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out.

“What, kitty took your tongue after your big win?” Ran asked with a cocky smile. You wanted to give them a comeback which involved a recommendation where Ran should put their tongue – preferably your kitty -, but instead you donned a quirky smile.

Ran cupped your face and pulled you closer. Your noses touched again, and Ran brushed their full lips against yours so slowly and delicately your knees started to tremble a little. You vowed if they pull away again you would scream into their face. But you didn’t need to. They finally kissed you, as softly as they teased you. You grabbed their hips so vehemently they gasped onto your lips.

“Sorry!” you said apologetically as they pulled away, but you didn’t soften your grip. You had no intention of letting them go. Ran just smiled as they leant in for an another kiss, but this time neither of you held back. Your heart started to beat faster as Ran softly licked your lower lip before their tongue found its way between your lips. You could still taste the cherry beer on their tongue you both were drinking.

As you slowly backed away both of you started to giggle.

“Ouch, sorry! You are covered in black lipstick.” Ran said as they pulled out a tissue from their pockets.

“I don’t give a fuck!” you laughed with a relief.

As horribly your date started you had so much fun that night. You played a few more rounds of pool with Ran, but neither of you cared anymore who would win. However, because of a bet Ran ended up with your hairpin in their hair. They looked cute with the hairpin, but you didn’t want to demolish their self-respect by saying that out loud. After the bar started to empty up Ran and Sevika tried to teach you how to play poker and how to cheat inconspicuously. At the end of the night, you were covered with black lipstick stains.

As the sun slowly rose up beyond Zaun you were walking hand in hand in the already crowded streets of Zaun, as Ran decided to accompany you on your way home. On the way Ran told you how Sevika absolutely humiliated them in arm-wrestling the first time they met. Ran was already cocky at that time, but Sevika was more than they could chew, even back then.

When you reached your apartment Ran ceremoniously gave back your hairpin and kissed you goodbye. As you undressed in your bedroom you realized that even though you lost a bet, you gained so much more in return.