#i had given him a cropped because i was so sure he'd wear one

[meziniart]

asides from being a jester i also did klapollo from memory *never played apollo justice*

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

First Date

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none at all fr fr except idk first date jitters???

Genre: fluff central

Summary: Your first real date with your former fake boyfriend; "I'm just scared of what you think // You make me nervous so I really can't eat" ~ First Date by Blink 182

A/N: This is technically part 2 to Nervous but order is arbitrary fr

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The following Friday Bucky is at your apartment just before 7 o'clock trying to convince himself to knock on your door. He knows he has to because you otherwise won't come out and that would be awful because even if every muscle in his body is tensing up at the thought of this actually happening he does really want to take you out. The only problem is that standing in your hallway it feels like a dream he had long given up on is coming to fruition and he's starting to wonder if maybe he's not ready for this. It's too late for that now though, he's meant to pick you up in 2 minutes and he'd rather lose his other arm than upset you by canceling last minute no matter how anxious he is.

"If she didn't want this. She wouldn't have agreed." Bucky tells himself, steeling his nerves. He raises his fist and raps on the door far more confidently than he's feeling at 6:59:37. He knows because he checked his watch. Barely a minute goes by before you swing open the door with a soft smile.

"You're right on time. Hi Bucky." You say. Bucky freezes up as he takes you in. You're wearing a crop top and faux leather pants with a matching jacket. Bucky told you casual dress was fine so you wanted something cute but practical. Bucky can feel his brain short circuit as he looks at you. Just compliment her! 

"Punctuality- matters. We should get going." He says instead of anything charming. The sentences come out chopping and strained and he almost outwardly cringes at himself.

"Alright, well lead the way James." You say, pointedly ignoring the tense undertone in his words. You're not sure what that was about but you can't imagine drawing attention to it will help. Bucky nods and walks you down to his car where he opens your door and lets you in before he jogs over to the driver seat and slides in. It only takes another moment before he's pulling out of your parking lot and cruising down the streets.

The ride there is pretty quiet, which is fine. You're trying to guess where he's taking you anyway because he refuses to tell you. It's not until you see the big neon sign as he turns into a parking lot that you finally crack it though and you can't help but chuckle quietly as he parks the car. It's been such a long time since you've been to one of these.

"Bowling?" You smile at him.

"I've heard how boring you find regular dinner dates." Bucky shrugs. It's true you much prefer activity dates, but you're curious how he'd know that already. He gets out of the car and rushes over to your side to open the door for you. The two of you head inside and get set up with a lane and a pair of bowling shoes. You both are quick to grab bowling balls and start the game. You're always down for some friendly competition and honestly, it'll be nice to do something you haven't in a while.

A few rounds in though makes you painfully aware of how little Bucky has said since picking you up and it's starting to get to you. If you get excited over a strike or point out the score he'll offer a little smile and maybe a couple of words but he's not actually conversing with you. When you commend a particularly good round on his end he just nods a 'thanks'. Not to mention he's hardly looking at you which isn't a big deal exactly but in combination with the lack of talking it feels very awkward. Especially for a first date. Who bowls in silence?! About halfway through, you stand up before Bucky takes his roll.

"I'm going to get some food. Do you want anything?" You ask him.

"Oh! Let me get it. What do you want?" Bucky puts down his bowling ball and jogs over to his jacket draped over one of the chairs.

"A slice of pizza and some lemonade." You say.

"On it." He nods dropping the jacket and walking over to the food counter. You sigh to yourself as you plop back in your seat to wait for him. You can't understand why he's being so quiet but this date really can't continue this way. When Bucky returns with your food and drink he hands them to you quickly. You barely mutter thank you before he goes back to his jacket, presumably to put his wallet back in the pocket he fished it out from.

"You know Bucky, you've barely said anything to me all night. I've been on some pretty awkward first dates before but never ones where my date avoids looking at me." You stand and walk over to where Bucky is now lining up his roll.

"I'm not avoiding looking at you." Bucky says. 

"If this has been your idea of being present with a date you are more out of touch than I thought James." You muse. Bucky sighs and turns to you, finally looking at you properly. He's silent for a moment, just looking at you before he speaks again.

"You know when you talk to people you look at them so intently. It's like you could uncover their every secret in the time it takes them to finish whatever sentence they're saying."

"Is that why you wouldn't look at me?" You ask.

"I'm already terrified of saying the wrong thing. When I look at you it feels as though you can hear my every nervous thought. As if you'll-" Bucky's words seem to get stuck in his throat as his brows knit together.

"As if I'll what?" You prompt.

"Be able to see me the way I see myself." He mutters.

"You- don't want me to see you the way you see yourself?" You frown.

"It wouldn't end well if you did." He shakes his head.

"Well, why don't you let me decide how I see you? And in the meantime, you should just- be yourself. Trust me you're way worse off if you don't speak to me the entire night than whatever you're so scared of." You tell him. "Right now your worst crime is sucking at bowling."

"Hey! I'm doin pretty well."

"I mean I'm beating you pretty bad so-" you walk back over to your seat where you'd left your pizza.

"You're distracting." He mutters.

"I'm distracting?! You've been avoiding me in all ways but physical Bucky. How could I possibly be distracting?" You ask.

"How many times are you going to make me say how nervous you make me?"

"I dunno, how many times would it take for you to stop being so nervous?"

"More than is reasonable for you to say."

"You'd be surprised how far I'm willing to go actually." You tell him, taking a bite of your pizza. "I just want you to relax Bucky." You say before you drop your pizza plate back on the chair.

"Easier said than done." He muses.

"I'm sure. I mean up until a week ago I thought you hated me- so there's a learning curve for us both. But you can't expect me to not get to know you. We're on a date I mean-"

"I know." He mutters quietly, though you can't hear him as you keep rambling.

"Dates typically involve a lot of getting to know people. You're lucky we're not complete strangers-"

"I know." He tries again but you're still going.

"Otherwise I wouldn't even bother with this I would just never see you again but I like you and I want this to go somewhere but you have to try, and sometimes that's gonna mean stepping out of your comfort zone and if you can't do that-" Bucky grabs you by your shoulders and yanks you towards him until your bodies are flush, his head tilting down and connecting your lips. Your eyes widen for a moment before closing, surrendering to his kiss. It's strong, unyielding, so much like him and finally, for the first time since you got here you get a glimpse of the man you're familiar with. When he pulls away your eyes flutter open.

"I know, y/n. You're right. I'm sorry for being so awkward." Bucky says and you shake your head.

"You don't have to apologize. I just want tonight to go well." You say softly.

"So do I! So much so that I-"

"That you're too scared to talk to me?" You chuckle.

"It- sounds silly when you put it like that." He muses.

"It's okay. As frustrating as the silence is I think it's cute that you're so..."

"Insecure?" He scoffs.

"I was going to say shy." You roll your eyes with a laugh. "I don't think it's insecure to care about what you say to a date, but I do think you worry far too much. You're not under evaluation." You say.

"I'll- try to relax." He says.

"Great, now hurry up and roll your ball so I can wipe the floor with your cute ass." You smile.

"Oh-ho-ho don't get too confident there sweetness. Relaxing means I'm definitely going to beat you." Bucky says.

"I mean you can tryyyyy but I'd keep those expectations low if I were you. I'm currently doing way better than you."

"We're barely halfway through the game, you're counting your chickens too soon." He smiles sweetly.

"You're talking a lot for someone who still hasn't finished his turn." You shrug. Bucky shoots you an incredulous look that has you laughing as he walks over to the lane to roll for his turn. Now, if you can keep him this relaxed for the rest of the night then this date is going to be every bit as amazing as you could hope for. Even on the off chance he beats you at bowling.

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[yayforocs]

I!!! ok ok these were who i was actually originally going to make helsmets for but then i remembered aron was originally a minecraft oc and she Immediately Took The Spotlight bUT I!!!! made some helsmets of the minecraft crew (even tho their helsmets would certainly not be a crew) to fill @silverskye13's sandbox with!!!!! i will ramble!! under cut!!

SO FIREMITE

He was like the first one (maybe second??) that i came up with an idea for, and it was actually the redesigns that did it! i mentioned that he kept his more sculk-y eye and half of his face hidden bc it could freak ppl out and then also i realized that i'd kinda visualized him as a happy ray of sunshine all the time and it perfectly opened the door to! suppression. like if he's perfect beam of sunshine all the time then he's gotta be suppressing/hiding A Lot Of StuffTM, both physically (hiding as much of his warden influence as possible) and emotionally (only showing others his happiness), so i made his helsmet based off that! :V it's also kinda what firemite is afraid to be seen as i think, bc if he saw his helsmet all he would see is what about himself would scare ppl.

Tyratone was my second!! I'm pretty sure! she might've been first. but Tyr looks around at her friend group and sees that everyone else contributes- fire brings up resources from underground, aqua makes connections to other folks to keep them on good terms, and razor keeps the group protected from physical threats. She just.. has her little indoor farm. Collects crops every so often. Mostly keeps her cats alive. Messes around with firemite n tags along with razor to scout out sometmes. Like what does she even do. (She provides for the group but thinks it a task that any of them could do and that she's not really needed, even tho they do all rely on her to keep them going. Any of them *could* step into that role alongside what they do, it's simple enough, but they all appreciate having her around bc she's fun and enjoys simple things, and keeps the group together.) She thinks it only a matter of time before she's kicked out bc she's not really doing much, and so her helsmet is based around proving her worth through what she can do for other people!

Aqua took me a bit to fully realize; i had a vague idea for a while but it was toeing the line of similarity to tyr's and i didn't want repeats, so i sat and thought for a bit. in his original bio, i'd put that he kinda missed only having two ppl in the group, and that he thinks he's the leader but isn't. ok, so throwing these two things together, i can kinda figure that maybe he missed only having two people bc it meant that his opinions carried more weight, because it was only ever up against one other, instead of three others. he gets ideas of what he thinks is best and what he thinks they should do at any given time and the others tend to go with razor's ideas more than his, and it gets to him. he feels like they don't really listen to him at all, which they do and give consideration to his input, but he gets jealous and upset that razor's ideas are gone with more. so his hels is someone that constantly strives to be heard and to be listened to and to be viewed as important! i'm not actually sure if how i ended up implementing that works or not, but that's what i was able to come up with :V (the cane is just to look neat, and also it's netherite so heavy bonking stick as well should he need it sdklfj)

and then razor! razor. good night he gave me trouble. i wanted to draw him so badly and could not for the life of me figure out what his hels would be of. like i knew he'd be a fighter, but like. why would he exist in the first place?? i kinda thought about how i'd designed him and what personality traits i'd given him- he wears a lot of layers, most of his face is covered, long sleeves, it's a kinda closed-off wardrobe. and he's phlegmatic, so he goes with the flow a lot. maybe his thing is that he's doing what he can to keep the group safe, sure, but he also wants to try to stay a little closed-off, so that if he fails one day to keep them safe, it won't hurt as much and would be easier to move on. tossing around the idea that maybe that had happened with folks he was previously with- before he and fire met aqua and tyr, and maybe even before he met fire. not sure yet, (still not entirely certain on his hels concept at all tbh) but that's the fun of being in the middle of developing characters and their stories!! trying stuff out and seeing if it sticks!!

ANYWAY if u read all of that bLESS YOU ilysm these were really fun to figure out and make!!! also cannot believe i hecking. i did all these today, this afternoon/evening dslkfjsdkl i'm going to bed Extremely LateTM but it is worth it!!! i did it!!!! i'm so happy i love them sm qvq ty silver for writing such a cool hecking story that provides so so much inspiration and such a fun world to play around in, this was a fantastic exercise in character development for these four, who just existed as bullet points prior :V

[muses-morii]

Oh No, he's hot.

Fanfiction time with Soap! Yay! I'm writing SoRiku again! @bloodbondcd - not exactly a starter, it can be if you want! I just mainly wanted to post this cause I thought it was cute! Haha! <3

~ Sora~

What a weird thought. Sora blinked at the words on the pages of the book. Seeing them, but not reading them. He was sitting in one of the tower common rooms, elbow on the arm of the couch, propping his head up, legs crossed, book held in his other hand. He'd been reading it, because it had seemed interesting; some theory about some ancient dark creatures that were rumoured to have at one point, plagued the worlds; The Faceless. Then a thought slipped in between the words on the page, that had given the Keyblade Master pause. Giving his head a small shake, licking his lips and snuggling back further into the couch, Sora continued reading. Or, he tried to anyway, but the thought kept coming back. Riku's hot.

Grimacing, Sora narrowed his eyes and stared at the book, determined to get through the damn sentence. Like, actually though. Not like he's wearing too many clothes, but like hot, hot.

Eye twitching, he shifted on the couch, leaned forward and gripped the book with both hands, bringing it closer to his face, his eyes burning through the book. Actually, he does wear too many clothes. “Augh!” Making a sound of frustration, Sora threw himself back against the couch and slouching, pressed the book to his burning face as his mind supplied him with images of Riku naked. Which surprisingly, wasn't hard to do. He'd seen the man naked before. They'd been friends and comrades in arms long enough for that to have happened more than once.

So why did he look so damn attractive in his head!? He was his best friend for gods sake!

Not just in my head. Squeezing his eyes shut, Sora grit his teeth and tried to think of anything else, but his brain just wouldn't drop the image of Riku, with his rippling muscles, toned legs, big arms and buff chest coming closer to him and--- Whoa! Face burning, Sora pressed the book harder against his face and slunk down further on the couch. Biting his lip, he gave up all pretense of trying to read the book and let his brain look at that image again. The scene that was starting to play out in his mind. Maybe Riku was hot. Oh man, he totally is.

Sora sunk down a little further, hands tightly gripping the edges of the book. Riku coming closer. Riku taking him into his arms. Riku leaning down and lifting his chin... Wow. Wow was right. Nothing like the realization you're attracted to your best friend while reading a book about blood thirsty cryptids. Sora rolled his eyes. It wasn't a realization. It was hardly the first time he'd had these thoughts about Riku. He'd been having them for a long time. He couldn't say for sure when they started. When they were kids? When they were figuring out how to save the Worlds instead of worrying about homework? Honestly, there'd just never been any time to really sit down and think about it. Maybe it was when Riku became his Dream Eater that he started thinking about him that way. The door opened suddenly and Sora shot straight up, face blazing and fumbling the book. “I'm not thinking about, Riku!” He shouted, just to make sure the Broom knew he was actually thinking lewd thoughts about the man. He stared at the Broom and oddly enough, the Broom, unmoving, seemed to stare back. The silence stretched on for seconds, turning into minutes and then the Broom went about its cleaning and Sora huffed out a sigh of relief. Dropping his head to his chest and letting his hands (and the book) rest in his lap. He was going crazy. These thoughts kept cropping up lately. He always tried to shrug them off, or distract himself with something else, because who the hell thought about their best friend in that way? There was some cardinal rule against dating your number one, wasn't there? Aqua and Terra are a thing.

Okay but, that was different.

Is it though?

They had history.

So, what do Riku and I have? Water under the bridge? A bag full of gummies, but no blueprints?

Sighing again, Sora looked up, one hand coming to rest on the back of his neck. He'd been having these thoughts for years. Even when they were on the island as kids. Riku was always good looking and powerful and back then, he'd just decided it was envy.

Then, when Riku went missing with King Mickey, he'd put everything he had into finding him, because he was his best friend, right? Then there was Kairi. It hadn't worked out.

He'd broken her heart.

He just didn't feel about her, the way she wanted him to feel. Rubbing the back of his neck, Sora looked towards the bookshelf, wondering if there was something on it that would explain what was happening to him right now. He knew there wasn't. The very idea that Master Yensid would have books on sexual attractions was laughable. Maybe Romantic attractions too? No, not unpacking that one yet.

Standing up from the couch, Sora stepped over to the bookshelf and absently slid the book back into place, his eyes unfocused and looking at something beyond the room.

Riku was hot. Sora did want him to hold him in his arms and touch him and... And kiss him.

And as his brain supplied images of what all could happen, he put his newly blushing face into his hand, eyes closed, his other hand dropping away from the book. Despite his embarrassment, he didn't try to banish the thought this time, instead letting it play out in his mind until it became too raunchy and he looked up with a sharp breath, hands twitching before him as he wondered what he was supposed to do with them. “Oh man...” Where even was Riku? Unbidden, Sora moved away from the bookshelf, his mind stuck on that thought. Where was the man in question? The current object of his desires? Leaving the common room, he looked both ways down the hall and then headed for the stairs.

First, his feet took him to the kitchen, then the big dining hall, then Master Yensid's study - “Sorry sir! No, I don't need anything!”

But he did. He needed Riku's hands on him.

He quickly shut the door of the study, took a few breaths and then opened it back up. “Um, have you seen, Riku?” How many times, over his life had he asked that? How many times had he been chasing after him? “Yes, he was just here. I believe he went to his room.”

“His room? Okay! Thanks!”

Bidding Master Yensid goodbye, Sora pulled the door gently shut and then made his way through the tower to the dormitory wing. He remembered how much of a headache this place had first given him when he was trying to figure out how it worked. Now, he just knew where to go like it was second nature. Reaching Riku's room, Sora stood in front of his door. What am I doing? He raised his hand to knock.

What do I want to happen here? He let his hand drop and stared at the door, giving a soft sigh. I want him to want me.

“Yeah right...” Sora muttered quietly and shifted to the side ready to leave when a noise sounded behind him. “I want Riku!” He announced loudly, which was totally not what he wanted to say. Spinning around, he stared at the Boom carrying buckets of water, hands clapped over his mouth. The Broom, stared back and Sora wonder if it could douse him with one of the buckets while he drowned himself in the other.

Then Riku's door opened and Sora whipped around with a surprised look on his face.

[joshua-flipping-washington]

I'm going to share some head canons that I'll be using in my fanfiction I plan to write, or roleplay- Probably both, depending on what comes first. Heavy topics ahead, be warned.

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Eddie has a crop top that has ' Plant Daddy ' written on it in big, bold letters. Robin and Steve bought it for him as a joke, because of the weed. But he loves it so much, he actually wears it quite a bit. ( Shh, it exists in the 80s because I said so. )

Eddie loves cats, he's always been more of a cat person. So when he first moved in with his Uncle Wayne, he'd take care of the strays that lived in the trailer park. When one of the female cats had kittens, he took them in and helped make sure they were all safe, mama included. He even found homes for them, Wayne was so proud he even let Eddie keep his favorite from the litter. A little black cat which he names Santana.

Eddie absolutely loves herptiles, and any type of creepy crawly that others would find themselves running away from. He had a Ball Python when he was a young child, rescued her from a man who wasn't taking care of her properly. Her name was Moonstone, he loved her to pieces. She helped him a lot by giving him someone to talk to when he was struggling. One day when he was out of the house his father had killed her, because she escaped her enclosure and he hated that snake. He always was saying that girls shouldn't play with snakes anyway. Eddie was heartbroken, Moonstone had been his only friend.

Eddie always knew that he was different, that he wasn't who his father wanted him to be. He wanted his little girl, one who would listen and do as she was told. Though he refused to acknowledge that Eddie was trans, he had that " If you want to pretend to be a boy, I'll treat you like one " mentality. And he starts taking Eddie with him to steal cars and valuables they could pawn from rich folks. Telling him it builds character, and that they need the money more than the people they'd stolen from need their stuff. When Eddie didn't listen or he'd freeze up, his father would grab him by the hair and threaten to beat him. This was one of the first times the thought of just buzzing off all his hair came to Eddie, then his father wouldn't have anything to snatch up in his vice like grip.

Eddie finally buzzes all of his hair off in a fit of anger when his dysphoria won't stop screaming at him and poisoning his mind with dark thoughts. He'd done at 3 AM in their tiny bathroom, with shaky hands and the only light on in the small room was a shitty nightlight that barely worked. Tears threatening to fall with how angry he felt. When Eddie cut the clippers off, and tossed them onto the counter. He noticed that the job was very choppy, with some chunks still being longer than all the rest. Causing it to stick up and out. But as Eddie stares into the mirror at his own reflection, he brings a hand up and brushes it over his shitty attempt at buzzing his hair off. For the first time he's able to smile at the reflection looking back at him from in the mirror, and a tear slips down his cheek.

This was the last straw for Eddie's father, he yanked him out of bed in the morning by his forearm when he found the evidence of him chopping all his hair off. He shoved a duffle bag into his arms, and yelled at him to start packing. He'd be going away, because he wasn't about to take care of some broken child who wasn't right in the head.

Eddie's chest ached as he threw what little belongings he had into the small duffle bag, making sure he had the bracelet his mother had given him.

That night after his father had dragged him along on a few more jobs, then at the end of the day he made him pick up his stuff and then he drove him to a lonely looking trailer park in a town Eddie had never heard of. Eddie's eyes were wide as he watched the trailers roll by. His father's pick-up comes to an abrupt stop in front of a trailer in the back of the park, and he turns to look at him. " Get out, this is where we part ways. Your mother might have been able to do it, but I can't. Knock on the door, Wayne'll take ya in. "

Eddie didn't know what to do, he was frozen for a moment after his father said all that he had. When he could sense his father getting pissed, he hurriedly opened the door and clambered out with his bag. Then his father drove off, and that was the last time he ever saw him.

Eddie stepped up to the door, duffle bag slung over his shoulder, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. Unsure of who or what was going to answer the door, his father's friends had never been kind. They'd always been disgusting, and made lewd comments about him.

So, when the door opens, Eddie is standing stock still as he stares wide-eyed up at the man who'd opened the door. Was this man going to hurt him, like his father had? Eddie had bruises on his arms, legs and face as proof.

Wayne had been an old friend of Eddie's mom, when she had Eddie, her husband had kept them both away from him. Because he'd been concerned for the wellbeing of both her, and her child. He could see the type of man he really was, but she wasn't able to see it for herself.

Wayne shook his head. " Come on in, kid. It's about to rain, and I know you're bound to be tired. " His voice was kind and gentle, as he guided Eddie inside, he then let his duffle bag fall to the ground. His lower lip trembled, and tears unwillingly filled his eyes. " I don't know what I did wrong, I always did everything he asked... What's... What's wrong with me?! "

Wayne had never really dealt with a kid before in his whole life, but the second Eddie began to speak, he reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, gently cupping the back of his head. " Now you listen here, and you listen good. There isn't anything wrong with you, not a damn thing. And I want you to know, that as long as you're here with me, you'll always be loved, protected, and seen as who you truly are. Welcome to the family, Eddie. "

Eddie was embarrassed by the fact that he ended up sobbing into Wayne's chest, but from that moment forward, he felt like he truly belonged somewhere. Wayne bought him the best clothes that he could afford, and he even helped him get his run-down van.

[covenofwives]

I'm so hooked on the gods fashion senses now askdjfh :(((

I think XD should wear cool earrings. Ones with golden stars or purple flowers. When they aren't wearing a cloak he'd absolutely rock a crop top I'm so sure of ittttt.

HD deserves butterfliy clips! Maybe a pastel sweater because HD with sweater paws is all I need rn ughhh lmao

I have no idea why but i think 4k would absolutely rock a vest?? Maybe even suspenders because he can be a classy boy sometimes askldfjhalk. Idk if he'd probably not want so much restriction, so a kickass croptop as well he'd also def pull off aklsdfjhlakjhdf

-emmadoodlewrites

Me and Llama were actually discussing XD's ears not too long ago because he's just never shown them off. So it could be entirely possible he has secret earrings on (I may steal this for the au if you don't mind i think that's so cute). Crop tops are a defo for XD because they don't get in the way of his lower set of arms.

A soft coloured sweater would be so CUTE on HD. He would suit comfort clothes so much so sweaters and sweatpants would be fun to see him in. Especially starry sweatpants omg

4K in suspenders is so *chefs kiss* to think about but I think it would be a rare special dress up. I always imagined if the Gods had to choose regular clothes to wear, 4K would like more street fashion stuff. Big coats and loose tops. If you look at any art of 4K, you'll see he has two different earrings on his left ear :) given to him by two special people to him (woooo the mystery)

God this is so cute to think about. I may do some sketches of these.

(And each of the God Siblings would absolutely love overalls. It's canon I've made it canon. All of them have AT LEAST one pair of overalls)

[anyakined]

anya had been filled with nervous excitement when she'd waited for jamie to show up at her hollywood hills home -- its where they planned to leave for their little excursion today. anya was looking forward to seeing jamie again, though would admit she was slightly nervous since this was the first time seeing him since opening up about her crush on him. when she'd gotten ready for their ride, she couldn't help but think about the last time she'd seen jamie, and how different they'd be dressed this time around compared to how they were at the valentine's ball. given he'd seen her, and danced with her, while she was nearly naked -- anya didn't feel the normal nerves she would feel when it came to getting ready for a date. though there was a part of anya that was still unsure if this was considered a date or not and hadn't wanted to ask because she didn't want to look foolish. since they'd be riding their bikes, anya dressed in black skinny jeans tucked into a pair of her favorite motorcycle boots. she'd put on her friends horror crop top that she had a feeling jamie would get a kick out of, along with her leather jacket she always wore while riding. because she'd be wearing a helmet, anya decided to braid her long hair into two braids and kept her makeup simple. it wasn't long after she'd finished getting ready that jamie had arrived, and anya had greeted him with a big hug, then soon they were packing up all their picnic goodies in each of their saddle bags and leaving for their ride. they entered the pacific coast highway in venice beach and planned to travel along the coast until they reached their picnic spot in malibu. since getting her bike, anya had only ridden by herself -- it felt nice having someone alongside of her as they traveled along the curvy scenic route of the pch, loving the view of the ocean they got at each turn. there were a few times when the road was open and anya leaned forward before hitting top speed, loving the thrill she got in the pit of her stomach at going fast and knowing that jamie wasn't far behind her. after riding for a while, they were pulling alongside el matado where anya had felt would be a perfect spot to have their picnic. any parked her bike, slowly slid off, and was removing her helmet and jacket as jamie parked alongside her and she gives him a warm smile. "i hope this spot is okay," she states once jamie turns off his bike and anya knows he can hear her.

grabbing her bag, anya waits until jamie does the same and then offers her hand to lead him down the stairs to the rock formation that she felt would be the perfect spot for their picnic. this was one of the spots that anya found herself visiting a lot, especially when it was nearing dusk so she'd be able to capture a sunset. it was a hidden gem in malibu -- one many people didn't know about, so anya knew they'd be left alone in their time there. "i come here a lot," she finds herself saying and gives jamie a small smile as they near the end of the stairs and she nods her head towards the rock formation, "it's secluded and the perfect place to be left alone and to have some peace, which i figured we'd both want today." her words were a touch shy even though she was pretty sure she'd made it obvious she wanted to be alone with him before today, and fought the urge to blush even though she had a feeling she failed since she could feel the heat on her cheeks. once they stepped off the stairs and onto the trail that would take them to the rock -- anya headed for the curve of the structure that would protect them from the water but still would give them the best view. squeezing jamie's hand once they reached the spot, anya dropped his hand so she could take the time to start spreading out everything they would need for their picnic. the moment she spread out the blankets, she started putting out what food she had in her bag. since jamie had stated he enjoyed vegan tacos, anya had wanted to make sure she had those for him, and just kept with the theme and made all sorts of vegan mexican food. she'd also made a couple of deserts, not sure what jamie liked she'd gone with her staple of cookies and some chocolates. anya had also made sure to make a batch of virgin pina coladas figuring it would go well with what they were eating as well. soon they had everything unpacked from both bags, and she poured them their drinks -- anya didn't waste any time after that to kick out of her boots and socks and set them aside before settling down on the blanket and looking up at jamie with a smile before patting the spot beside her. curling her legs under her, anya eyes the spread for a moment before her eyes move to meet jamie's, "hopefully i've managed to make all things you'll enjoy. i figured since you said your favorite was tacos i'd stick with a theme." and anya tried not to flush as she remembered the conversation they were having earlier in the week when she'd been a little bold in some of the statement's she'd made. but she didn't focus on that thought for long, instead, she just continued to talk and rambled just a little bit. "and thanks for making time to hang out with me today. i know you're likely still a little worn from all your traveling so i appreciate this."

[joynershats]

so i feel like ive seen plenty of people talk about alex borrowing one of lukes cutoffs and flipping the roles and making willie bluescreen and of course im all for that absolutely love it but i feel like i havent seen enough about if willie borrowed one of lukes cutoffs??? like if alex bluescreens normally when just seeing his bf flip his hair or wear his usual crop top i would love to see his reaction to him in that scrap of fabric fully arms out like oh god hot bf extreme gay panic. truly there can never be enough of these two simping over each other

hello!

I loved this prompt and maybe I was a little too self indulgent because of my love for Booboo but here you are. I shall include visuals i used as inspo just for the thrill of it, enjoy!

Alex was fine with Willie's and Luke's friendship.

The two hadn't gotten along immediately, some sort of tension going on as Willie could feel there was a past between the guitarist and Alex, but once they had clicked, it had been impossible to keep them away from one another.

They had the same energy — maybe Alex had a pattern in the boys he liked — but unfortunately that meant double mischief, and constantly conspiring against the drummer's mental health.

But one thing was planning on leaving the two alone as much as possible, and another was what happened that evening.

Alex and Julie had been on a binge watch of Gilmore Girls. She had proposed out of nowhere, but who was Alex to refuse, really? It wasn't like he could've imagined she was conspiring against him with Willie and Luke.

"Are you sure he's gonna like this?" Willie asked as they gazed into the mirror. The tank top revealed more than they would've thought, but Luke sure did have a passion for any shirt that was as little as possible a shirt.

This one, of a band they'd only heard about but never listened to any of their music, was tied together at the hem, displaying entire panels of tan skin and tattoos that their usual crop tops wouldn't give away.

"He's gonna love it, or he's gonna have a stroke, but he's already dead so either way it's fine!" Luke grabbed their shoulders in an encouraging gesture, then patted them before leaving them to gaze at their reflection.

"You know, when you proposed this I wasn't sure, because I haven't played in a long time, but I'm kinda digging it. Next thing you know I'm joining jatp."

Luke chuckled. "As much as that would be rad, Alex would be useless if he'd keep staring at you jumping around the stage, so we'll have to pass."

Willie considered it, a smile growing on their lips, then turned to Luke, their hair caressing their biceps in the process.

"Let's go then."

Now, Willie was no talented musician. They loved art, for sure, any kind of, they were amazing at drawing, and graffiti-ing especially, but for music specifically they weren't as talented as any of the members of the band.

That surely didn't stop them from shredding a little guitar, had discovered Luke at some point. So in secret he'd started planning Alex's doom, giving the skater lessons when Alex wasn't around.

They grabbed the black, shiny electric guitar they'd been generously given by Luke — not after threatening them of murdering them again if one scratch was on it after they'd used it — and admired it.

Then they started playing together.

From inside the house, Alex rose from his leaning position, hearing the phantom of the music.

"I thought Reggie was with Ray, are they rehearsing without me?" he asked Julie, who just shrugged. She was faking interest in the TV all too well.

A slight feeling of discomfort bubbled in the pit of the drummer's stomach, who out of the blue poofed away. Julie smirked as soon as she was left alone.

He had been ready to make a scene to his two band mates when he raised his head and the scene in front of him wasn't the one he'd been expecting.

Luke, he was always there, was surely playing, but not with Reggie.

At this side, fucking Willie was playing an intricate riff Luke had written for one of their newer songs, but that didn't quite go with the vibe of it.

Alex was almost sure he was going to faint.

Willie, his Willie, boyfriend Willie, was playing the guitar, with his best friend, and they were doing it wearing one of his sleeveless thirst traps.

And it looked like they knew what they were doing.

Their long hair flipped as they moved along the music, a concentrated expression on their face like they were trying to impress even the furniture.

Suddenly it was like the first time once again: he couldn't tear his eyes off the skater, he couldn't breathe but he wasn't sure ghosts could breathe to begin with, he couldn't even think if the thoughts weren't how absolutely stunning they looked. How much in their element they seemed.

"Oh hey hot dog!" they greeted with enthusiasm like the usual. He hadn't even noticed they had finished playing the chorus, and now the duo was staring at him intensely.

Alex had to blink another hundred of times to be able to form sounds. "You...?"

He vaguely gestured to the set up, and Luke smiled mischievously. "Gave him a couple lessons, you didn't tell me your boyfriend was a natural talent."

Alex stayed silent for another solid minute, just staring.

Abs. Tattoos. Skin.

"My... yea, my boyfriend." he nodded, still distracted. Willie walked in his direction, fixing the hair fallen on top of their forehead with a hand.

"This new song is freakin dope, while Reggie isn't there, do you mind if I play with you guys? I wanna hear how it is with the drums."

Alex was still there standing, big light eyes staring.

"I'll go grab Julie, you start in the meantime."

Luke winked in the direction of the two, leaving them alone in the garage.

Alone.

[ricksroaches]

Jungkook - Dysphoria ch. 1

pairing: Yoongi x Reader, OT7 x Reader (platonic)

summary: Jungkook, a burnt out gifted student, comes home from summer camp not ready to start his sophomore year of highschool, but his friends are there to help him feel better. Although not in the best of ways.

notes: This is a Euphoria-ish au but mostly it's just heavily inspired by the show (I use a few quotes), and each chapter is based on a character. There's a few parts where I cue a song title that's because I made a soundtrack to listen to while reading but I deleted it a while ago so :( if you feel like it listen to the ones I did write down. I'm apologizing now bc my writing can be a bit choppy/rushed its just cuz i have a more drabble-like style and don't know how to write between big scenes. THIS IS A DARK FIC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Hope you enjoy and sorry for this big ass paragraph.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: ass-load of angst, mental illness (depression, anxiety, bipolar, OCD, and probably more), drugs (all of them. just all of them), underage drinking, cursing, mentions of self-harm

Next chapter

[Slideshow - Labrinth]

When Jungkook was 5, he wanted to be an astronaut. He wanted to fly into the sky and zip around space exploring things never before seen. His little mind was so strong, wanting to learn anything and everything. When he first learned how to read, he would read every sign he passed in the car and play games with the letters he’d find. It wasn’t long before he was placed in advanced classes with kids he'd never seen before and for the first time in his academic career, he was challenged.

When Jungkook was 10, he wanted to be a doctor. He wanted to wear a white coat and glasses and race around a hospital busy saving lives everyday. He wanted people to look to him for advice and treat him with respect. He wanted to feel needed.

When Jungkook was 14, he wanted to be a paramedic. He didn’t think he’d be smart enough to become a doctor so an EMT would have to do. His classes had begun to pile up in work to the point where he didn’t have the time to think about anything but school. He ate, slept, and breathed homework, projects, and term papers.

When Jungkook was 16, all he wanted to do was graduate. He no longer had any desire to pursue his childhood dreams. When he was asked what he wanted to do when he was older, his mind was a void. He couldn’t see any future for himself past high school. He went day to day not bothering to care about what might happen the next day. He coasted through all of his classes and dropped out of the advanced programs that his parents put him in.

His potential was like a flame. It was small at first, but still had loads of potential, so more kindling was thrown on top. The flame received it well, quickly spreading over the new material. But they kept stacking kindling. Stacking and stacking and stacking putting more and more pressure until finally….the flame died. All because he liked to read.

[Forever - Labrinth]

The clouds inched across the sky and rows of crops and fencing whipped by the car window. A stark contrast between the two. Jungkook rested his head against the glass and watched as the car began to pass more and more houses. The familiar area told him he was almost home. He should’ve been glad, elated even. He would finally get to see his friends again, but after three weeks of summer school to catch up on the class he skipped last year he’d lost the ability to smile or show any form of positivity. To say he felt like a zombie would be an insulting understatement.

The car pulled into the ever so familiar driveway and the rest of his family piled out of the car. He didn’t move. He heaved a long, anguished sigh before snatching his duffel bag from the other seat and throwing open the door.

He was out the front door again before his mom could even ask him where he was going. Speeding his bike down the empty road that he’d ridden countless times before. He could make this route with his eyes closed. The house in question came into view and Jungkook pedaled harder to close the distance. He swung one leg to the opposite pedal and straddled it until he swerved to a stop in the driveway. The house was old, hadn’t been lived in for years, wasn’t on the market, yet wasn’t scheduled to be torn down. It was the perfect place for a group of teenagers to tear apart and put back together. Without knocking, he stepped inside and was hit with the welcoming scent of booze, pizza, and weed with notes of cigarettes and coffee. Music blasting from a distant room in the house led him to the living room where he counted one, two, three, four, five people sprawled about the room. Upon noticing him standing in the doorway, they jumped up and raced to pull him into the room.

“Kook! How you been man? How’d surviving summer school go?” Taehyung was Jungkook’s best friend and unsolicited wingman. He was always trying to set him up with girls so he could get his v card punched. Taehyung was ever the ladies man. Never had trouble finding a date or a hookup. No one could blame him though. If they had that flawless, arrogant face they’d use it too. Despite his fuckboy nature, he was the best friend Jungkook ever had. They’d gone to the same school since they were 7 and Taehyung’s untamable charisma sniffed out Jungkook’s shyness rather quickly. They were inseparable and the rest is history.

“Fine I guess.”

“Kookie, come sit down! I’ve been saving your spot on the couch for you!” Jimin pulled Jungkook to the left corner of the C shaped couch. Jimin was like Taehyung in the sense that he also had no issues with finding partners. He wasn’t near as promiscuous as Taehyung, but he made up for it with his bisexuality. He had an entire other gender to choose from. Jimin was probably the nicest of the group. He always gave the best hugs and was their personal therapist. His aura seemed to coax you into opening up to him even if you hadn’t originally planned on it. He had a way of saying all the right words to make you feel better, even if it was just for a moment. On the other side of him, he was the biggest party animal the group had ever seen. Anywhere else, he was the purest angel that everyone believed could do no wrong. But at a party? Park Jimin was a demon. Seductively dancing in a stylish jacket, pants low enough to show his v-line, sweaty hair flipped back pounding shot after shot until he was the last man standing. That guy could party from sun down to sun up like it was a baby shower.

“Did you at least learn anything you missed last year?” Namjoon. Ever the parent. He was surprisingly humble given his father’s status and money. He easily had the best grades among the friends. School always came easy to him, no matter what it was. However, if you saw him outside of school, you’d never be able to guess he was one of the school’s top students. He carried an energy with him that dared anyone to mess with him or his friends. Although you didn’t see it often, he could make himself scary if he wanted to. All in all, he’s just a gentle giant that made sure everyone turned in their work.

“Absolutely nothing. I don’t know why they keep wasting their time on me.” Jungkook sighed. Hoseok threw a pillow from across the couch, smacking him in the face.

“Yah! Don’t talk about yourself like that!” Hoseok was the human charger. It didn’t matter if someone’s mama died if Hoseok was in the room there would be shenanigans. He was always the one to make some crazy dare that would end up getting them in trouble but they wouldn’t be mad because it was totally worth it. He also had great music taste and almost always was on aux. Hoseok’s vice was coke. Often the driving force behind his hyper nature, it started out as just a thing he did at parties, but slowly creeped into his everyday habits. It hadn’t become a problem yet, he vowed that as soon as he started getting nosebleeds he’d stop, although Jungkook was wary of how difficult that was going to be.

“Where’s Y/N and Yoongi?” Jungkook asked after noticing their usual spots empty.

“They left to get food. They should be coming back soon.” Jin assured him, giving him a comical slap on the thigh. Jin was the eldest, but rarely acted like it. Whenever he wasn’t making stupid dad jokes or eating he spent his time at the classical theater where he worked and sometimes acted. He planned on pursuing acting given his “world wide handsome face.” “It just has to be seen! People around the world need to swoon at my beauty” as he would put it.

No one heard the front door open and shut or noticed Y/N and Yoongi standing in the doorway of the living room.

“Food’s here.” Yoongi finally croaked. Hoseok and Jin yelped and sprung up.

“JESUS! Ever heard of announcing yourselves?! I swear you guys are the exact same person!” Y/N just gave a shrug and plopped onto the large bean bag that she’d claimed.

“Hey, Kooker.” She dragged out.

“Hi Y/N..” His unusual bland reply didn’t go unnoticed by her, but she brushed it off.

“You ready to get shit faced?” A playful grin plastered her otherwise tranquil face. A small smile poked at Jungkooks pursed lips. There was something about her character that always put him in a better mood. She was the one who invited him and Tae into the friend group in the first place, and because of that, he couldn’t be more grateful.

Yoongi tossed him a beer can and his car keys. “Start us off Jungkook.” Yoongi was by far the most terrifying one. It took some time to get to know his true person but there were still times when he still scared the shit out of him. Jungkook remembered when he first met Yoongi. He looked like he’d served time with the seasoned look in his eye that said he’d seen some shit in his day. He hadn’t spoken the entire time the group was talking and Jungkook was beginning to worry that he didn’t like him. It wasn’t til he finally spoke that Jungkook could release the breath he was holding. For someone so stoic and cold looking, he never expected him to have such a low, soft voice. He realized, Yoongi wasn’t scary, he was just quiet like him.

Jungkook took the keys and poked a hole in the bottom of the can. He pressed his lips to it and pulled the tab, sending the amber liquor shooting down his throat. He finished it with ease and crushed the can in his palm while the room cheered and chanted.

The loud music, laughing, and drugs drowned out everything in the outside world. It felt like the world ended and they were the last people left on Earth. Nothing mattered but what was right in front of them. The hours flew by until it came time for everyone to crash. Most of them were still raging drunk or high which only made them fall asleep faster. Jungkook didn’t drink much and he barely smoked. He just couldn’t get in the right headspace to enjoy any of it. So there he was, laying awake among a pile of snoring boys at some ungodly hour of the night. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out to read the text in his notifications.

[We All Knew - Labrinth]

Y/N💜: come to my office

He shimmied out from under Taehyung and Jimin and tiptoed out of the room. He followed the smell of weed through the house because where there was weed, there was Y/N. He stepped into the backyard and found her leaning against the wall, blunt between her fingers. The tip of the dark stick swelled into a bright orange when she took a drag. Smoke rolling out of her nose, she held it out for him. He hesitated.

“You're upset. Take it.” Which was a dead-on observation for Y/N, who’s not normally revolving in the same direction as planet Earth. He hesitantly took a puff from it before handing it back. She spread her arms lazily and looked at him with a beckoning stare. He sighed and walked right into her arms that wrapped around his back. She was only older than him by a year, but her old soul and almost motherly demeanor made him look up to her like she was his idol. Sometimes, he forgot he was a whole head taller than her. “Welcome home, Kookie.”

Hers was the only welcome he got that day that brought a genuine smile to his face. She had a way of making him feel welcome and wanted even if she was in a bad mood. She broke the embrace and without a word headed to the old couch by the empty swimming pool. He eventually followed her and flopped down next to her. Another gush of smoke entered the chilly air and it was handed back to him. Feeling better, he took a healthy drag and sighed out the smoke as he sunk further into the couch.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Was what obvious?”

“Me being upset.”

“Not really.” She flicked the ash off the tip of the brown stick, her gaze not breaking from its spacey stare.

“Then how’d you know?”

“Pain recognizes pain.” Y/N wasn’t one for her genius epiphanies, given that nine times out of ten on any given day she was stoned out of her mind. She wasn’t dumb, god no. He wouldn’t doubt that she was smarter than him, but she rarely exercised her ability. As great of a gift that her mind was, it was an even worse curse. An inescapable tomb of her worst fears, thoughts, and intentions, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. So naturally, she tried anything and everything to silence her mind; alcohol, weed, acid, coke, molly, you name it, she’s done it.

Jungkook wasn’t angry or disappointed by the lengths she went. He knew she was just trying to feel better, and to him, that’s all that mattered. He’d take high Y/N over no Y/N at all.

“Y/N?”

“Yep.” There was a silence while he worked up the nerve to speak.

“How…uh….how long have you felt…the way you feel?” She chuckled and let her head fall back against the couch.

“Well I smoked a blunt with Yoongi in the car this morning and then-”

“No, I mean like…w-without drugs.” Her lazy smile didn’t change, but her eyes unfocused and she grew quiet as if lost in a flashback.

“How long do you think I’ve felt this way?” He didn’t anticipate this question.

“Uh…I don’t know…you hide it really well.”

“I couldn’t tell you when it started. I don’t remember much before 7. I’m told I was a happy kid, but it didn’t feel like it at all. All my life I’ve looked around and seen that everyone was so much happier than me, and I’d ask myself, ‘Why can’t I feel like that?’ It wasn’t until I was older that I learned…I was born to suffer. That’s just my place in the world.”

“When did you finally tell anyone?”

“I didn’t. My parents found my razors.” Jungkook always thought he saw scars on her arms and legs, but her milky skin made it hard to tell. It hurt his heart to know that it was true, and that every one of those once caused her pain. The image of her forearms and thighs slick with her blood brewed tears in his eyes.

“They determined they didn’t have the knowledge to help me, so they asked me to take a tour of this mental hospital and think about their suggestion….” She paused to keep her voice from cracking. “I didn’t make it home that day. Never really forgave them after that.”

There was a long silence after that. Jungkook didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say. Besides, he knew she hated condolences. “What made you start using drugs?” She took a drag of the blunt and thought about it.

“I was 13.” Really? “I found my brothers stash of weed in one of his shoes. I already knew what weed was and what it was used for, so I took about a gram and a rolling paper and taught myself how to roll a joint on my bathroom floor. I was shaking like a dog shitting peach seeds but when that joint hit, I thought…” She tilted her head to peak at him with an epiphanic smile, “This is it…This is the feeling that I’ve been waiting to feel my entire life. I thought I was sure to get caught and sent to juvie, but I wasn’t. The world went on, and I found a way to live. Now could my lifestyle kill me? Will it kill me? Yeah probably I don’t know, but at least I could’ve had a few years where I wasn’t begging the universe to put me out of my misery.” She paused to take another hit. “People often ask me, ‘Y/N why don’t you try therapy? Drugs aren’t the answer.’ Yeah well, drugs work. Therapy’s a guessing game; you never know if it’s gonna actually help or not and end up wasting your time and money. But when I take that hit, that line, that tab, the world starts to slow…and everything goes quiet…and I feel safe. In my own head. And I can see the world in color again.”

Jungkook watched her blissful face while she was lost in thought. She must’ve been pretty high because this is the most personal she’d ever gotten with him or possibly anyone that wasn’t Yoongi. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“W-what if I don’t feel what everyone else feels either..?” He pinched the skin between his fingers to keep his tears at bay, a nervous habit he’d picked up from her. She reached over and took his hand in hers, the webbing between her fingers had white and pink stripes from years of fingernails digging into the flesh.

“Jungkook,” she didn’t use his nickname, “I know how hard it was for you to say that. I want you to know how much I appreciate you telling me, because if anyone knows how you feel, it’s me. You can talk to me whenever, wherever. Even when you think it’s a bad time it’s not, because nothing in that moment is more important to me than you. I don’t want you to go through the same thing I did, so please, even if you don’t want to talk, maybe I can at least keep you company.”

For the rest of the night, Jungkook told her everything. About the pressure, the stress, the desire to collapse and let the world go on without him, his inability to see a future where he was fulfilled. The words often caught in his throat, having never said them out loud before. Y/N didn’t say much, she just wrapped them in a blanket and stroked his hair while she just let him talk. Sometimes, he’d have to stop to cry and she’d hold him a little tighter, wipe his tears away with her thumbs, and wait til he was ready again.

Eventually, he had nothing else to say, his tears dried, and his body stilled.

Babies didn’t sleep that good.

Y/N nodded off a little later but was woken up by a raccoon tipping a trash can. She rested her cheek on his head and tried to go back to sleep, but it never came. She just continued to rest her eyes while playing with Jungkook’s hair and tracing lines along his features.

She didn’t know how long she laid there but soon the birds began their routine morning songs and she was sure she wouldn’t get back to sleep now. The faint tap of shoes on the concrete perked her ears, but she kept her eyes closed. The footsteps stopped behind the couch where she sat. It was quiet before the person chuckled quietly. A warm hand smoothed back the hair in her face and a little kiss was planted on her forehead. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.

“Yoongi, I’m awake you creep.” She cracked her eyes open to see her boyfriend laid over the back of the couch hovering above her, his dark hair tickling her nose. He smirked.

“Well in that case,” he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up before capturing her lips in a playful kiss. When they parted, he glanced down at Jungkooks still sleeping figure. “You guys stay out here all night?”

“Yeah,” she looked down at him and smoothed his hair back, “he just had a few things to get off his chest.” Yoongi almost asked what it was about but her face gave him an idea.

“It’s cold, you want me to take him inside?”

“It won’t wake him up will it?”

“If he’s as out as as he looks, he won’t.” She nodded and Yoongi circled around and slipped his hands under the sleeping boy’s body. Much to Y/N’s pleasant surprise, he lifted him bridal style with ease and she followed him into the house where he placed him next to the other slumbering boys.

When he straightened back up he saw her in the sliding glass door, gazing at the now dusty blue sky. She could feel his body heat on her back against the nippy outside air.

“I always loved the time just before dawn.”

“Why is that?” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his cheek to hers.

“It’s so calm and peaceful. And incredibly quiet besides the birds. It’s the only time I feel truly left alone.”

“You want me to show you my favorite time of day?” She turned to him with a curious look. “Follow me.” Not long after, the two were perched on the flat portion of the roof with Yoongi’s bong sitting between them. His angular fingers effortlessly packed the bowl and held it out to her. “All yours.” She took it with a smile.

“What a gentleman~”

Soon, the sky went from a pale blue to pastel shades of orange and pink. He looked over to see her fiddling with a thread on his hoodie she was wearing. “This,” he took her jaw and guided her eyes up for her to see the sunrise, “is my favorite time of day.”

“Why?”

“It gives me hope. Kinda like you.” He was glad she didn’t say anything. She was lost in the color palette of the scene before her, the weed making everything so much more vibrant and striking. He could see the sky reflected in her eyes, making the view ten times better. More time went by and she rested her head on his broad shoulder while they watched the rest of the sunrise.

Back on the ground, Yoongi cleared the bowl and poured out the bong water before setting it on a table by the couch. Y/N was on her back in the center of the empty pool, slowly tearing a leaf above her face and analyzing how it separated cell by cell. He stood on the edge above and watched her do this another four times much to his amusement. “You wanna get breakfast?”

She was out of the pool and in his face before he could finish his sentence. “Like you have to ask.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes before turning and walking to his car. “Hey, Yoongi.”

He turned back.

“Carry me to the car like Jungkook.” He broke into a smirk and walked back to her.

“Yes ma’am.” She let out a yelp when he scooped her off her feet and marched the two of them to his car waiting on the street.

Cover photo: @BIGHITTED on Twitter

[autumnsorbet]

Outfit I made for Oscar last year he got the lamp back XD

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This is my favorite picture of him iv made over the past year this long ok takes about 20 minute to edit together caz I have to draw Oscar color him then

add the orange log in his outfit then at the I originally used in this look I add more color to it and stars in new art iv used bit the looks still come out about the same

This out for has layers to it as well for his accessories I gave his this necklace it was originally going to be a scarf and the gems and it were going to be dust gems I carried this over from another look I was going to give him where he had an outfit that was going to be powered by dust since he can't really use magic without him merging faster with ozpin but I scrap that idea but I kept the scarf and changed it to a necklace ,

He also has gravity cuffs and a gravity armlet on his left arm I was going to give him gravity anklets but with the semblance I was hoping he'd get or that he possibly gets I hope that Oscar will be able to fly that's why in this picture I have him like he's floating this isn't the full picture this is cropped out from when I edited I might submit the full picture later if I can find it it's on another SD card or I usually keep my art but I switched phones and I just added some of the art I could find to it

I've also given him rings based off of rings that I saw that I thought looked cool they are also carried over from another look where the rings were going to have magic or dust in them but I'm not still sure if I'm going to go with that when I keep drawing him from now on I might change it

And I know what you're thinking why does he have so many belts but let me explain the belts coming from under the necklace are actually a backpack on his back you just can't see it the red belt he has on with the gold buckle and leaf is a built that also

carried over from another look that I constantly draw him in now and just will always draw Oscar in from now on cuz I love how this belt turned out the orange woven belt is also another belt from a look I made for Oscar for his vacuole look it actually goes with the other layer that's under the jacket he's wearing and he just kept it on

The orange belt like thing under the red belt with a gold buckle and lease is actually like a sash that also carry over from another look let's be real a lot of parts for this current look I may Oscar carried over from others looks and I combined them mostly into this and I like it turned out when I was originally making this look I didn't plan on how the jacket

looked the only parts I had planned out is where I wanted to put orange on it because orange is really good color on Oscar and I know right now in the show we're seeing Oscar and more green because they're showing how he's wearing green represent that he's one of Oz's many lives but I hope that is we see Oscar still be himself he'll switch back to maybe wearing orange and maybe still have green somewhere in his outfit and I also has to do with the layer under his coat under his coat is like the sleeveless coat thing I have for men it's kind of like how wise has all those layers currently and her

Atlas look like if he removed the jacket it's another layer under it and it's like a sleeveless Long jacket thing that way if Oscar got hot and vacuole he could just tie his normal jacket around his waist and have that on and as you can see it's peeking from under the coat at the bottom and you can clearly see it it's orange and it has like yellow leaves on it and it has like a leaf charm at the bottom of it hanging off I had it where it kind of messed the belt but I also changed how the colors of this undercoat is sometimes in other words like recently I've been coloring it and more of a neon purple because it

makes the reds in his outfit come out more cuz Oscar is inside of his coat that you see on top with the Stars and orange logo is red on the inside of the coat and when I have his collar popped out in some of the newer art you can actually see the red

I also gave him new shoes I might change these shoes later cuz those shoes were like a first draft I just wanted to give him some new red shoes I added like gold to them to make them stand out more from his current shoes but I think they're okay so far the pants he has on they're kind of like leggings / jogging pants I guess and they have green and orange stripes going up them they're just kind of like normal pants under the orange jacket with the leaves on the bottom he has like a

undershirt on that comes in multiple colors I'll show that in art at another time but sometimes I just have it where it's a black tank shirt under that most of the time and my newer art cuz I've changed that as well sorry all this seems long-winded I'm just happy to start up this art account and start posting my art on here of Rwby and past fan art I've made I hope everyone likes it

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mercury• lee taeyong(m)

taeyong ruins you, in more ways than you'd expect.

1, part 2

"do not mistake this myth for love, that is a different kind of burning."

.......

Taeyong grants you every little thing you ask of him, be it his touch or his defense but you regret wishing him of something which risks you seeing him ever again.

Your head hurts as the memory sets in, the wine doing little to mitigate the choked sobs you’re accustomed to. This picture that you can’t take your eyes off, it’s all your fault.

A week ago

Hendery looks like he's holding in dragon's breath when he looks at you. You search his face, a thick lump caught in your throat. In the warm glow of the camp fire, his pinkish face looks beautiful, you think, he's beautiful, but it's a little to late for you to shower him in accolades.

In his twist of emotions of creased brows, swollen and bitten mouth, it's almost as if someone ran a stake through his heart, his fist is rolled up in a ball of pale knuckles. From the looks of it, you know if it were any other guy than Taeyong, he'd have punched a hole through their face but Hendery is only holding back because there was no way he'd go home with a few injuries and a broken heart. "Why?" He asks you, eyes welling up with tears, his voice rises and turns a few heads circling around the fire which resembles the ring of flame in Taeyong's pitch black irises. Taeyong watches his tattooed knuckles with much attention as if he'd put it to use soon. He rests his arm around Hendery's shoulder like they were the best of friends.

You shoot Taeyong a quick panicky look but the boy only pulls a sleek cigarette out and winks at you. As if he hadn't just given your boyfriend a jump scare not long ago. You sigh, he wasn't going to help you, you were alone in this.

"I..I.." you start, looking for words which might suffice for the pain you'd caused him. Your tongue rolls in your mouth, as if it had no intention of relaying any form of explanation for what you did. "Why?" He reiterates, squeezing your interlaced fingers so tight you're sure they might snap. "Hendery..you're hurting me." You whimper, you can feel the girl who'd been sitting in between Taeyong's legs stare at you with an inscrutable fear in her eyes.

There are a few of your classmates who watch the show with more attention than that is needed. "Well, you hurt me too." He says, his tone relentless as he raises his fingers entangled with yours. "Do you know what she did?" He says, scanning the dumbstruck audience you're amongst.

You look at Taeyong again, help me, you try to relay as you watch his face brighten in the flicker of a gaslight whilst he sets his cigarette alight with his spare hand. He doesn't look at you. Not once.

You let tears spring, and roll down your cheeks, your hand feels like it's being broken. You've spent the whole of your school life being invisible, unhurt, and away from the public eye. So when he's hellbound on dragging your reputation through the dirt, you feel like all the years independent of embarrassment has finally been accumulated and thrown at you all at once.

He drags each syllable of your name, holding your palms up in the cold air, he starts, his face twisted in an ugly snarl,

"She cheat-" Taeyong hooks his finger in Hendery's mouth and drags him backwards so his ear is pressed close enough to whisper. "I wouldn't do that, coward boy. I wouldn't do that if I were you." He takes his cigarette from his lips and drills its half lit head in the fabric of Hendery's pale blue jeans.

Your ex boyfriend whimpers, letting your fingers go, "but then again, I'm not chicken enough to be you." You watch in horror as Taeyong unhooks his finger, letting the poor boy's mouth go as he watches him fall from the theatrical show he was going to host. There's a black patch on Hendery's pants, there must be a bruise underneath.

He, unable to hide away from the embarrassment from the crowd he'd gathered, gets to his feet and attempts to leave. He feel like an actor who'd forgotten the lines to his own play. You drag yourself up and follow behind him, calling his name. He had hurt your hand a whole lot, he'd almost wrecked your image but it still didn't justify what you did to him. At least to you.

"Hendery, wait." You say, sprinting behind him. He doesn't relent in his lengthy steps, and you can hear the heavy weight of spikey boots follow behind you, you don't have to think twice as to determine who it is.

When Hendery halts in his steps, with his back turned against you and his palms at his waist, you bend down to touch your knees, catching your breath.

"Why did you do that to me? Was I not good enough?" He screams now, as you reach out to touch him but he leans away from your grasp.

You breathe in broken bits, heavily affected by the sprint. "You were, you were." You lie, attempting to assuage him. You're guilty, it felt terrible to look at him like that. Hurt plastered across his face. You did this to him. “I-I’m sorry.” You choke out, watching him grimace at the word. “Fuck your sorry.” He spits, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“Let’s go back, ______.” Taeyong’s palm presses against your shoulder blade as he attempts to take you away. “Oh and look who’s here to bring you back. Your knight in shining armor.” Hendery spits back you, mocking you as he emotes his anger in a less than decent manner while shoving his hands in the air.

“You know what, I should’ve known that you were such a fucking slut.” You let your voice crack at that, “Always knew you had a sickly obsession with this guy, saw how you ogled him, freak.” You feel like someone had stripped you naked and pushed you in a crowd. What will Taeyong think of you now, will he really see you the same way as he did before?

“I’m not..I’m not a freak.” You whimper but his cruel words don’t stop at that. “No wonder no one fucked you for so long.” You hold your palm against your mouth, a muffled pained cry barely making past your shivering lips. Hendery looks unapologetic, like he wants to tear you apart with his words.

He eyes Taeyong, seething at the pair of you. A dry chuckle escapes Taeyong’s lips.

You should’ve seen it coming, from the numerous years that you’ve known Taeyong going around school with bruises, with a reputation of beating people into a pulp, a pulp that barely made it alive to see him again.

Taeyong lunges at the boy, his fist landing at his squared jaw with so much force that Hendery growls out like a wild animal. Your vision clouds as you fail to wipe at the burning tears that escape at a sight you can hardly make out.

You watch Taeyong’s broad back shift as he continues to punch Hendery’s face like it was something he had waited for all his life. It’s sick how you feel pleased with the way he’s beating the other boy up, however you berate yourself before this emotion overtakes you. You look back at the circle of your classmates and are relieved to see that most of them cannot hear you over the loud boom of music. No one knew what you did and frankly, no one cared.

You had bigger issues at hand, rather, given the pace of his hits, you’re sure Hendery won’t make it, not when he’s wailing like an injured dog. You attempt to push Taeyong away weakly, “Stop it..stop hurting him, you’ll kill him, Taeyong, stop.”

In the split second, you’re met with the acrid sight of Hendery’s bloody face as Taeyong rolls off of his body at the weight of your words, you knew that it was wrong, you were terrified of Taeyong. Was this the person you’d made love to? Was this the person you fell in love with?

You look at him in shock as you cradle Hendery’s bloody head, he’s holding onto you like it’s the only way he can breathe. When Taeyong leans in to touch you, you flinch way. Sobbing into the injured body as you hold it close to your chest. He sees the look in your eyes and recoils.

“I never want to see you again.” You say these words without meaning to, with a moral obligation grabbing at your throat, you watch the love of your life’s face morph from hurt to anger to stoicism as he walks away from you with the same bruised knuckles that fascinated you for so long.

He accepts your wish like any other.

Today

You look at the picture on your Instagram feed again and again again. Taeyong’s palms are pressed against some girl’s waist. His black hair falls over his right eye, an eye which is guarded by a freshly cut brow slit.

You wonder if he’s forgotten you. If he really knew that even if you had dragged Hendery to the hospital, that your heart was still with Lee Taeyong as it was that day at the cabin. You wonder if he called someone else his angel. If he could be call you his baby again.

Because you don’t want him to be someone else’s.

You wonder and wonder and you drag your drunk body up Taeyong’s apartment, you wonder and you knock.

As if he’s been waiting right there for you, he pushes the door open, not inviting you in. He watches you with his fingers splayed on his door. He’s wearing a glittery black tank top. One which would’ve made any other man look like a badly designed disco ball but not him-oh no, he looked like he belonged in this outfit, like it was his skin, like he was born in it.

“What do you want?” You wince at the icy tone of his voice, attempting to lean your head against the door but the man pushes it away from your access.

You feel a lump roll in your throat from the way he speaks to you, the mischievous glint in his eyes long gone, he does not look at you with the want he did before. This epiphany births a hurt in your chest.

He looks at your outfits, teeth clambering down on his now pierced bottom lip. He looks like he’s suppressing something you can’t make out in the low lighting. You’re dressed in a black skirt and a cropped black shirt, your attires are matched accidentally, your cheeks burn in embarrassment, maybe he really did think you were the freak Hendery accused you of being.

“I..I ..did.. not think it through when I said I didn’t want to see you again.” You close your eyes at the confession, watching as he looks at you like a predator would at his prey, you almost smile at this change.

“So?” Taeyong’s face falls into an impassive mask, he looks furious, those fiery ringlets in his eyes glimmer for a second. “I want to see you. I want to see you everyday.”

He nods, like your admission had no effect on him. “Thanks. Anything else you want?” You frown, jutting your lip out dramatically when he attempts to close the door. “I want you.” You whisper and the spark in his eyes appear. The omnipresent glint in his feautures is reborn, “I want to be your ang-” he pushes you against the open door and, drags you to him with the loops in your skirt’s waist.

When he kisses you, it sets your body alight like it did the first time he’d touched you, you moan into his mouth, attempting to push your fingers into his hair, which he presses over your head. His tongue is hot on yours and his body radiates heat like a tropical country would. He smells of gasoline, he tastes of coffee, he’s just as you remembered and just as you loved.

When he pulls away, you look at your feet, and he cages you between his body, his forehead pressed to the crown of your head. “I missed you.” He says, dragging the cool material of his rings along your exposed thighs as he hauls you up and wraps your legs around his lithe hips.

You groan in his touch.

Your stomach coiling, your intestines twisting in the warmth that spread out through out your tummy.

He drags you to his room, adorned by posters of rock bands you hardly recognize as he flings you to his gray bed in between wet kisses. He crawls over your body, kissing the base of your throat. You bask in the warmth of the severity of his heated touches, his mouth, his charcoal eyes and that scent of him that you missed so much.

You fall and fall into a pit so deep that you knew there was no going out. Taeyong had managed to ruin you, spoil you and every time he touched you, you felt like that Phoenix engraved into his honey skin, you felt like you might expode into flames.

Your hips roll into each other and the feeling of completion washes over you one more time.

“Ride me.” He says, his name you whisper in his ear. “I love .. I love the sound of my name on your tongue, angel, my angel.” He says. Your arms wrap around his neck and his mouth falls open at your lips, he whimpers, resting his hand back on the mattress as he leans back. His idle fingers squeeze your sides. "Fuck.. sweetheart. I missed you so much." He says, the bed groaning under your bodies. Your insides twist as you near your orgasm in a flash. Taeyong moans, his mouth on yours, hi fingers all over your body, as he kisses you with so much ardour that you feel like your eyes may roll back into your skull.

"Baby. You're gonna fucking drive me crazy." He says, scrunching his eyebrows upwards as he pushes his cum into your core. "Take me, darling, all of me." His voice is drops a few octaves, deep, and throaty, you kiss him again.

Taeyong always grants your wishes.

........

The night goes away in a blur, in the torment of the summer heat as your sleepy body sticks to Taeyong, the smell of sweat and the sound of heavy breathing is the only invader in his room. You watch him kiss your knuckles, you watch him look at you with love in his eyes and you watch his eyelids droop, with his tattoed arm wrapped around your waist and the sound of your heart beat resonating in his ears.

That night you fall asleep next to Taeyong, only to be woken by the obnoxious buzz of your phone, there’s a text which robs the color off of your face, ‘I know what you did.’ It says, the number anonymous. A video attached to the white box.

You press play with clammy fingers.

It’s the cabin, it’s the two of you. It’s a video. It’s your body. It's your voice. Your moans. "Taeyong."

Someone was out to ruin your life.

You sit up in horror, crying into your palm. The lift of your body had woken Taeyong. He narrows his eyes at the blue glow of your device. His gaze flits between your phone and your petrified face before he seizes the device from you.

You watch as he reddens in fury, deciding the fate of the now broken phone as he throws it against the black plaster of his walls. “I’m going to kill him.” He sneers, his teeth grinded together and nostrils flairing and

you know that, truly, this time, he might.