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batfamtv · 3 years

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me after writing smut: is this who i am? is this who i represent? lmao i've never written smut until trese, i guess the thirst was too much, let me know how y'all like it! thank you so much for all your support, ily <3

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kambal x reader; established relationship

gif by @rasputinaillyanna (see their original gifsets here!)

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the three idiots

seriously, alexandra feels like she keeps aging 20+ years whenever you three are together and goofing around

this is one of the reasons why you’re not allowed on the field with them, they’d get absolutely nothing done

that, and the twins simply wont put you in danger under any circumstances

alexandra also treats you like a sister (in law) and wants you safe, but can only do so much to keep you out of their lives since you still find ways to help them out

absolutely rowdy when you’re with basilio, you and him practically have a lot of inside jokes and a secret language

people would give you both weird looks when you’re out in public, just because you’re both so damn loud

with crispin you’re more mature (but not a lot), he does these grand gestures like taking you out on expensive dates, takes instagram/pinterest style pics of you

basilio also takes pics of you, but those are some of the most unflattering ones that he sends to your groupchat as memes

the ppl who arent familiar with your relationship with the twins are almost often confused when they see you with just the one twin: they’d think “huh i saw this couple a week ago, but i could have sworn the boyfriend had much shorter hair, it couldn’t have grown that long in a week, right?”

when you do go out with the twins, they flank you and you almost get squished in between them, so sometimes you have to push them both to the sides so that you would have space to move around

the three of you like to just chill at the mall sometimes, go window shopping and then eat samgyup/mang inasal later on

other times when you manage to drag alexandra with you, people would assume that you guys are on a double date, and alexandra has the ugliest/most disgusted look on her face as she corrects them “these are my brothers” “im gay”

in your groupchat (just you and the twins) crispin is the sweet, doting one who would text you “have you eaten?” “want us to pick something up for you on the way home?” while basilio sends you memes and selfies of the twins

they send you videos and pics of pets they meet “today we met brownie and blackie”

with regards to living arrangements, the twins have separate rooms (basilio’s is the messy one, smells weird)

when you moved in, alexandra offered you your own room, and most of the time that’s where the boys stay anyway

the bed is much larger than theirs because it needs to accommodate all three of you

you three try to cook meals for ate alexandra, but it almost always turns out disastrous - mostly when basilio insists on helping

so you always make him run errands (“can you go pick up some more garlic and magic sarap”) while you and crispin man the stoves

you braid basilio’s hair while crispin tunes his guitar!!

and you spend a couple of hours listening to crispin play the guitar, basilio’s head now resting on your lap

crispin’s movie taste are like *film* and *poetic cinema* while basilio might enjoy movies that are so bad they’re good, but you three are all suckers for superhero ensemble movies and horror movies

the boys become really annoying when watching filipino horror movies because they like to point out mistakes in the film “aswangs dont do that” “why would you go there all alone are you stupid???”

“please boys i just wanna watch the movie”

a huge cuddle pile

both boys run hot, so during cold nights (that never happen, bc you live in the philippines) you’re all warm and toasty between them

both light sleepers! they were pretty heavy sleepers when they were kids/teenagers, but the occupational hazard of their jobs require them to be ready at a moment’s notice

they still, however, snore quite loudly

crispin doesn’t ever tend to move positions when sleeping, he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in

basilio rotates around the bed like hands of a clock

most often falls off the bed, but clumsily climbs back up and cuddles you

really really simpy when it comes to you, though most of the time it’s just you three sharing one brain cell (it’s with you, mostly), they can be quite romantic and cheesy if they want to

crispin probably has his brother as just “Basilio” on his phone, and “Y/N ❤️" for you

basilio has “my love ❤️😍😘💘 ” for you and crispin’s number isn’t even registered lol

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

threesome? threesome

boys barely do anything separately and usually just have a Single Thought in both their heads, so if one is horny, the other one is 69% (lol) horny as well

you realize that crispin doesn’t like to be teased at work, but basilio enjoys it so much

you find this out when you’re alone and horny, so you send a pic of you touching yourself to the boys in your groupchat

crispin sees it first, but doesn’t say anything?? he honest to god just left you on read

meanwhile basilio also sees your pic not too long after and you quickly get a “what the fuck” as a reply from him

like 10 mins later he sends you a pic of him in what looks like a washroom and his cock is straining in his pants

he texts you “had to find a washroom so fucking fast so that ate alex and the police captain doesn’t see me so fucking hard in my pants” and “wanna eat you pussy babe”

crispin does text you when the three are on their way home, not mentioning the picture you sent “we’re on our way home”

and at first you thought he is mad at you bc he didn’t bring the nude up?? does he not want you anymore :(

but the moment they arrive crispin all but sprints to your shared bedroom and sees you there, in your underwear

holds your cheeks in one hand, “what the fuck was that baby, hmm? what did you send us?”

you try to ask if he’s mad bc you sent him a nude, ask him if there’s anything wrong, but he just lets your face go as he takes his suit off, basilio finds his way to your room, locks it, and gives you a kiss

basilio whispers “missed you baby” against your mouth before moving away to undress

crispin, now fully naked in front of you, makes you suck his cock, which is hard and twitching, its tip leaking with precum, he makes you place both his hands on your head, “do you know how surprised i was when i saw a text from you and it’s a picture of you touching your cunt? hmm?” he sighs as he sees you looking up at him, eyes watering as you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat “i had to stop myself from getting hard in front of everyone, baby, basilio couldn’t even do that”

basilio huffs but the boys reposition you so you’re in bed and on your back, crispin kneeling to your side, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, basilio positions himself between your thighs, moaning when he sees how wet you are

basilio removes your panties before rushing to sniff your cunt, groaning in delight--you’re sure his eyes roll to the back of his head before he dives into your cunt

you moan into crispin’s cock and he grunts, shoving more of his cock into your mouth, now moving faster, “i really wanna cum down your throat baby, would you let me?”

you nod and he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, your nose practically touching his groin and pubes

you gag, for a moment panicked as you try to breathe in, while crispin just eyes you, his cock growing ever harder when he looks at your face wet with tears and drool, he grabs your hair, softly at first, to make sure you’re okay, and when you nod crispin groans as he sets up his pace, groaning as he feels his orgasm building

basilio, meanwhile, is licking and sucking your clit with three fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, and when he starts to feel you spasming, a telltale sign that your orgasm is approaching, he pulls his mouth and fingers out and quickly replacing them with his fat cock

immediately, you and basilio both groan, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself so full of cock

basilio curses under his breath before taking your legs and resting them against his shoulders “fuck, y/n, im sorry i’m not gonna last long” “your pussy got me so fucking hard you tasted so good baby, you know how much i love your little pussy, right?”

crispin groans at this before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, he then moves down your neck and your tits, making sure he marks your chest

basilio whimpers and thrusts three more times before releasing a long groan, his cum exploding deep in your pussy “fuck baby you feel so good” he manages to pull out and you see his cock wet with his cum and your juices before settling beside you, panting harshly

you barely had the type to recuperate before crispin flips you on your stomach, making sure your face is resting on the pillows before he thrusts into you with a grunt

“fuck, still a tight little pussy after basilio rammed your cunt, huh?”

your eyes rolling, you couldnt do much other than hold onto the sheets and basilio’s hand, moaning loudly when you feel crispin’s fingers on your clit

“can you take one more, y/n? can your pussy take one more load?”

speechless, you nod, trying to grind your ass against crispin’s hips, but his hands on your hips hold you firm

he grunts approvingly, “good baby, take it deep in your pussy okay? and cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it”

you cum on his cock, almost violently, and twins groan at the sound of your moaning, and the sight of you spasming and shaking on crispin’s cock

a couple of deep thrusts later, crispin also cums deep into your pussy, his cum now mixed with basilio’s

crispin moves to get a washcloth to clean the three of you up, before all three of you collapse in bed, huddled together, basilio with his arms wrapped from behind--already falling asleep, you rest your head against crispin’s arm

“so, no more nudes when you’re at work?”

crispin laughs softly before pressing a kiss on your forehead, “unless your cunt is ready to take two cocks at once, no nudes when we’re at work”

#trese #trese the kambal #trese imagine #crispin #crispin x reader #basilio #basilio x reader #bftvtrese

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i-never-even-wanted-to-be-here · 3 years

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I really wanna hear Neil and co. speak German. So have some German hcs

"Neil was fluent in German" and I think that's very sexy of him. I bet he doesn't really have an accent because he probably had to stay stealth in Europe and therefore perfected his accent. But I think if you listen closely you might hear how he still slightly struggles with our R and CH.

He can do a Swiss accent, which is hilarious.

I'd love it if he used Austrian words instead of the German versions! (I'm Austrian, let me have this) Imagine Neil addressing a rude reporter with "Oida" cause he's just done with them.

Dan asks him to translate that but he somehow can't find a good translation for it. (Because I can't)

I am aware that he doesn't know memes but "Bruder, muss los" (basically Ight I'mma head out) is his entire situation.

Nicky would call him "Dicka/ Digga" (dude) cause they're jocks.

And I'm begging for Neil to call Drew "Schatz" (darling; lit. treasure) just ONCE. He'd get a glare in return but I feel like Andrew would secretly gay panic.

Nicky's accent would be good, pure high German, since he's studied it for a long time and Erik gave him good experience. I bet they love hearing each other speak German and Erik is super supportive.

S*x happens in English tho because German dirty talk sounds DISGUSTING.

Der/die/das Nutella? They start fighting and betting until they think to ask Erik, who doesn't know it either but joins in on the discussion because he's highly opinionated on the topic. They're yelling, team bonds are being destroyed. The other Foxes think they've finally lost it.

Neil refuses to say "Schulz". Andrew considers breaking up with him about this but has a reputation to uphold so he pretends to dislike that rule as well.

Erik would show Nicky the movie "Schuh des Manitu" to culture him and they'd jam to The Superperforator Commercial because it is indeed a timeless bop.

Aaron and Andrew definitely have an accent. Apparently they have strong vocab because they use big words. I can imagine them struggling with articles and grammar tho. Andrew not so much because of his eiditic memory ofc.

Aaron wonders why tf "bitte", "so!" and "tja..." are being used in so many different contexts.

Nicky keeps a list of strange German words like Handschuhe (gloves, lit. hand shoes) and Kabelsalat (lit. cable salad) because he finds them funny.

One day Aaron behaves unusually upset and when Nicky asks him about it he says that he's mad that Haribo does NOT make him happy. Nicky joins in on being upset now. Andrew is in the back eating Haribo, unimpressed. The artificial flavours hit different that day.

manic!Andrew will directly translate German expressions like "How much clock is it?" or even worse "This is sausage to me". It annoys everyone. Most of all me.

Aaron mixing up the ways to say Why. When do you use which one? Ugh screw it, just say "warum".

When is it ss and when is it ß? Do it randomly, it is now süss and müßen (technically not wrong but you sound like a boomer)

Neil: Paradeiser (Austrian word for tomato)

Andrew: Tomate (German word for tomato)

Neil: -.-

Andrew: nobody fucking says Paradeiser ketchup!

Neil: Erdapfel (potatoe)

Andrew: that sounds horrible. It's Kartoffel.

Neil: Gelse (mosquito)

Andrew: it's Mücke

Neil: okay but get this... Polster (pillow)

Andrew: I will murder you

Nicky calling the shorter foxes Knilch, Schlingel and other cute, stupid expressions for which he gets ignored. Once he says "Füchschen" (little fox) to Andrew and that's when he snaps :)

"Stop! It all stays as it is, whether you're here or not!", Nicky yells. Neil looks very tired. It's one of these rare moments, in which he makes eye contact with Aaron and in that second, only that second, they feel a deep connection based on shared inner pain.

Anybody could be Manuel Neuer at this point and it is driving them crazy.

Aaron messes up and says "schwul" (gay) instead of "schwül" (humid) and Nicky laughs really hard at him.

Whenever one of them uses the Dativ instead of Genitiv the others immediately jump in and correct him. "It's wegen+Genitiv, you moron!!"

German jam sessions in the car on their way to Columbia. "Ich muss durch den Monsun, hinter die Welt" and "Du sitzt im Maserati Mercedes und siehst aus wie ein Loser", throw in some Trailerpark and Bausa too. They have a whole playlist with different artists and all the iconic songs. Kevin is suffering, as always.

Something is in the street and one of the boys yells "umfahren!" (run it over/ drive around it) but Nicky doesn't know which one is meant so they awkwardly swerve while screaming.

Aaron knows that German anime openings are the best. One piece, Digimon, you name it. They use anime as a form of confrontational therapy for Kevin. The two of them would watch an anime in Japanese with German subtitles.

Nicky once accidentally addressed manic!Andrew with "Sie" (formal you) instead of "du" (informal you) and Aaron would mock him going "Ihr" (very formal you) and "Eure Majestät" (your majesty) so Andrew is like "That's right, Riko can leave, I'm king now", which actually gets a little laugh out of Aaron. Nicky is really happy that they had a brief bonding moment.

"Alles bäm?", Nicky asked. In that moment Neil could've sworn he was back on German soil with his mom, drinking the clearest water, while making his way down to Stuttgart. "Läuft", he responds blinking tears away. He hadn't thought anything besides torture could make him cry.

Aaron calls Riko "Hurensohn" (son of a bitch; very common insult) once and at some point teaches Kevin how to say it.

Andrew's famous "That doesn't mean I wouldn't blow you" (Das heißt nicht, dass ich dir nicht einen blasen würde) in German sounds kinda nasty imo. But Neil's shocked "You like me?" (Du magst mich?) is honestly pretty cute.

When they're in Germany Erik once makes a stupid reference "Warum liegt da Stroh?" (Why is there straw lying around?), which is a porn reference that somehow everyone in Germany knows, even if they haven't watched it. He is surprised when, of all people, Aaron is the one who reacts with "Why are you wearing a mask?", who now has to hastily explain that in high school German class someone mentioned it and he wanted to know what it meant so he unwisely looked it up.

Erik sends Kinder Surprise Eggs to Andrew to earn his trust.

Nicky makes up stupid German sayings. "You know in situations like this they say This is really flipping my pancakes right now but at least the pigs fly high". Neil thinks it sounds fishy but doesn't know for sure because German expressions are weird so he doesn't say anything. The others just have to believe it. One day Andrew brings it up in front of Erik to impress him but Erik just blinks at him in confusion. Andrew is angery. Nicky has to hide for the rest of the day.

+Bonus

Matt finds their German conversations very fascinating and asks for a few words. Neil makes him say "Eichhörnchen" (squirrel) but Matt fails miserably.

#aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #nora sakavic #neil josten #andrew minyard #twinyards #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #andreil #jerejean

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fermented-writers-block · 3 years

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PART 1 of 6 of the Owl Deity Hooty Theory

[NEXT PART]

[OWL DEITY HOOTY THEORY MASTERPOST] (in development)

(TLDR at bottom of post)

Over several long months of research and analysis since March of 2020, I have been following an utterly fascinating thread of potential misdirection and subtle details throughout The Owl House, and today, I would like to start weaving together of what I believe could become one of the biggest and most cleverly disguised twists in the entire show.

To begin, let’s take a look at the B plot of Understanding Willow:

On first glance, it’s an ultimately inconsequential sidestory with the sole purpose of justifying an excuse to keep Luz and Amity in Willow’s mind, as well as providing some well-needed room to breathe and release tension after the veryemotionally charged confrontation with Inner Willow. After half an episode of Eda and King outdoing the other in ridiculous ways to win Gus’ vote and Gus running off in frustration at the end of the episode from Hooty’s inane rambling, it’s easy to laugh off Gus’ pick and assume that nothing/of value was said when he closed the door for the interview.

However, if one pays close attention to that very scene, Hooty actually canstill be heard (if faintly) underneath Eda and King’s grumbling, interestingly talking about how “It all started with a hunt. Blood red skies. That’s right, I was created-.”

Now, while it may seem silly to focus on dialogue from Hooty of all characters, this A) tells us that there was an event in the past involving blood red skies and a hunt of some kind, B) that Hooty had been created close to said event, and C) implies that what he knows but can’t tell as a story worth a damn is EXTREMELY important to be included and be hidden in such a manner.

For comparison, the only other instance of dialogue being tucked away in the background in the entire show is in Wing It Like Witches:

During the lecture at the beginning of the episode, the history teacher openswith lore on Belos appointing a head witch to each coven over 50 years ago, immediately cluing in the audience to try and decipher the rest of the lecture as it moves to the background. Adding to this is how the musical sting when Luz shows off her movie obscures what he says even further, making it even more of a intriguing puzzle that the creators clearly intended for viewers to pick up on and attempt to solve.

In contrast, the hidden dialogue of Hooty’s interview is much shorter and not as hard to decipher as the teacher’s history lesson, but at the same time, there are few to no indicators whatsoever in that scene to clue in the audience to even check for something like that. It comes at the end of an episode where most viewers would have been paradoxically tired out and driven abuzz by the revelations of Amity and Willow’s relationship, doesn’t attempt to draw much attention to itself, and frames itself as a comedic subversion of audience expectations with neither the “greatest witch who ever lived” or the self-proclaimed king of demons being picked by Gus.

Instead, he picks someone that the show portrays constantly as an oblivious and gullible idiot after being described as a “state of the art defense system” at the very beginning of the series. Someone who, despite it being played for laughs, is scarily capable of casually subduing Lilith offscreen one episode and then beating her and an entire squad of Emperor’s Coven members without even the slightest change in personality or temperament.

Someone who, due to being the Owl House itself, could be considered the titular character of the entire show, yet is taken for granted by those who inhabit him and barely gets any respect from even the cutely patronized King - including when Hooty could be interpreted as having potentially been full on DEAD for a time given the use of extremely cartoony X eyes and a lack of vital signs in The Intruder.

And someone who Eda at best tolerates and at worst abandons in personal interactions and only occasionally acknowledges him when he’s actually doing his job. Yet at the same time is so implicitly trusted beyondprotecting her home to the point where - when up against the closest person Eda has to an equal outside of likely Belos - the only actually recognizable spells Eda used in combat were 1) stereotypical energy blasts, 2) a single shield spell in Covention, and 3) a noticeably large reliance on imitations of Hooty above any other spells she could have decided to use instead.

In short, the show repeatedly tells us he is just an idiotic gag character through and through, but at the same time demonstrates he has immense power through both onscreen and offscreen demonstrations, implicitly tells us his importance ahead of time through Eda’s imitations in actually serious situations, and treats his interview and origin story as - if not even more- important to keep secret than a long lore dump about how Belos’ reign works.

After all, there being only two instances of hidden background dialogue in the entire season is already intriguing on its own, but for one to get plenty of clues to draw in people’s attention and for the other to be treated as just another gag about a “mere comic relief character” - aka a good way to draw away attention and lower one’s guard - heavily suggests a far deeper significance buried under layers of misdirection, comedy, and conditioned audience expectations.

I mean, when Eda bragged about being “a bad girl living in a secret fortress,” Hooty followed with a remark about how “I’m the secret.” While that line may sound like Hooty simply being confused as part of a one-off on the surface, it’s an odd dialogue choice for the writers to pick when you think about all the other reminders of his nature as the house itself throughout the season. With the precedent these moments set, it would have been much more appropriate for him to latch onto the “fortress” side of “secret fortress” AND it would have been just as equally funny of a joke about his awareness skills, but instead, Hooty broke away from the established trend to say something that would make people suspicious were it to come from anyone else.

In a way, this reminds me much of the many subtle bits of foreshadowing strewn across the show, like Luz unknowingly describing Amity in Witches Before Wizards and Eda burning a hole through Luz’s coven type quiz that coincidentally selected the same track she had taken at Hexside as “a punky potionist.” At the time of airing, these initially seemed like one-off jokes, but eventually came back in full force several episodes later with Amity’s hidden sensitive feelings and love for the Azura books becoming clear in Lost in Language, and the reveal of Eda’s school track in Something Ventured, Someone Framed with her school misdemeanor pictures.

That said, compared to these individual bits of minor foreshadowing, the jokes about Hooty in Understanding Willow appear to simply be the most obvious pieces in a giant puzzle, implicitly and outright telling attentive viewers that there’s a major mystery to be uncovered here.

In fact, I feel bold enough to say that we could be looking at a twist on a similar scale to that of the Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz and Stanford Pines twists in Steven Universe and Gravity Falls respectively, what with this particular puzzle piece coming from how Gus wanted to make THE greatest interview of all time, and how he was looking for someone who was “interesting, accomplished, AND noteworthy:”

Note the emphasis on the ‘and’ here, as Gus had made a big deal that “people aren’t meantto be all those things” at the beginning of the episode, so as a result, stripping away all the comedic framing of his subplot leaves the intriguing implication that whoever - and, perhaps, what- Hooty is, they really are the most interesting, accomplished, AND noteworthy person out of everyone.

I could go further and talk about why I suspect the mystery surrounding King’s origins, whether true or not, is partially meant to misdirect us from paying attention to Hooty, or how the TOH crew’s could be disguising legitimate clues to his nature among made up and highly meme-able joke answers in order to proliferate said concepts throughout the fandom - thus letting us do all the dirty work of getting ourselves used to the ideas and used to dismissing them at the same time - but to bring things to a close for now, I’d like to leave you all with a question that I’ll start answering next time:

What does it mean when both the most powerful and notorious witch on the Boiling Isles and the possible actual king of demons/the Titan itself/something don’t match up to a house? And what do you think it is that makes him so special to warrant such misdirection?

TLDR: Between Eda’s golem spells, the show stressing his nature as the titular house, his implicit strength, and the odd dialogue and structure of Understanding Willow‘s subplot in relation to him, I believe I have good reason to suspect the show has been giving us many hints towards Hooty being much, much more important than it would like us to currently believe or even joke about. Particularly, through clever uses of comedy to establish and enforce a strong audience bias against looking closely at him or unironically taking him seriously, and to potentially plant the seeds for something I will start exploring in Part 2.

#the owl house #the owl house theory #owl house theory #the owl house speculation #toh theory #the owl house hooty #toh speculation #owl deity hooty theory #long post

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Matured

Corpse Husband & Little Sister Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Sibling Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse’s search for a roommate ends shortly after his little sister calls him, telling him she’s moving out of her high school dorm in the suburbs following her graduation to attend college in San Francisco.

Requested by @bugger2002 Hi darling! Thank you so much for this adorable request, I had such a fun time turning it into a fic! Sorry it has taken me so long to complete it but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

Alright, it’s been a month since Y/N announced she’d be moving in with me - no, she didn’t ask if she could nor if I’d want her to, she straight up casually informed me she’d be moving in with me since she’s starting college. I’m lucky she even thought to tell me, knowing her it wouldn’t have been so strange for her to just show up on my doorstep with a grin like “Alright, I live here now.” Having a six years younger sister who can act both younger and older than me - sometimes both at the same time - is a bit complex. Obviously, my protective and nurturing brotherly instinct kicks in whenever she complains to me about something, but seconds later she tells me she’s taken care of it already and I feel like a fool for overreacting even if it was only internal. She’s calm and rational when she needs to be and a reckless airhead whose only goal is to have fun when she wants to be.

And judging by her and her friends’ main methods of obtaining said fun I can see how much alike we are: playing drunk video games, drunk darts, drunk pool. You see, there’s a lot of drinking involved and that’s something I’m greatly unhappy with and have scolded her on countless times just to get a fake promise, probably with fingers crossed behind her back - that she’ll cut down the alcohol. Not to mention she’s not even old enough to drink so I’ve been very insistent on her cutting her bad habit. She’s tried calling me hypocritical at times but she can’t do so rightfully since I’m, you know, of drinking age. So she’s basically bound by law to follow my advice and orders.

At least now that she’ll be staying with me I’ll be able to keep a better eye on her. A rascal high school student will either mature-up in college or go even more downhill. I aim to make her fall in the first category, but I’m making no promises - she’s very unruly, just like me. Damn, never did I think my own traits would come hitting me in the back of the head like a boomerang but here we are.

Regardless of all the crap I’ve just spewed about her, she’s a wonderful girl. She’s always been my pillar of support and never gets tired of it. She never misses a call of mine and has never not replied to a message of mine, no matter how drunk she’s been. She’s never skipped a Saturday night Skype call, no matter how busy she’s been. She’s never let herself forget she has a brother who often times needs her by his side.

Once she even talked one of her friends who has a car and a driver’s license drive her all the way to my apartment complex when I was having a really bad anxiety attack and legit couldn’t talk on the phone. She went door to door to find which apartment I live in and stayed with me the whole weekend she was supposed to spend at a music festival or something. It’s not wonder she’ll be a med student - she’s always wanted to be a nurse and has practically been my personal nurse since she was twelve. She maybe wasn’t always physically present to help me, but she’s a great instruction giver for when I need her and she’s unable to come to my aid.

Well now, we’ll both be there to aid one another.

“BEEP BEEP FUCKER!“

I nearly flip off my chair at the distinct yelling coming from directly below my window. I’d recognize that voice anywhere, and it’d always bring a smile to my face without fail.

I rush to get up from my desk chair and open the window but when I do so, she’s no longer on the sidewalk. There’s only a car I recognize to be the one of the friend that drove her here during that nightmarish episode I explained earlier.

Before I can ever back away from the window, I hear my front door swing open and a yell echo from down the hall, “Corpse! How many times do I need to tell you to lock your door, damn it!”

“The same amount of times I’ve had to tell you to cut down on the al- WHOA!“ She doesn’t let me finish the sentence and jumps me the second I step out in the hallway.

“Missed you, stupid!“ She says, her legs wrapped around my waist as she ruffles my hair, “I’ll trim your hair later. Why have you let it get so long?“ She questions, furrowing her brows at me while running both her hands through my mess of a hair - she has a point, I’ve let it get out of control. While doing so, she seems to get an idea all of a sudden so she quickly climbs down, reminding me of the huge height difference we have now that her feet are on the floor. “I know you two have met before, but I think you need to re-meet...“ she says, turning to look at her friend who’s smiling timidly at her. She sends the flustered girl a wink before turning back to look at me, “Corpse, I’d like you to meet Abbey, my girlfriend“ she says proudly, skipping over to the blue haired girl and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Y/N pushes up on her tiptoes and places a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. It’s adorable to see her shorter than yet another person she clearly adores to annoy.

I smile at the two girls, holding back a chuckle as to not embarrass Abbey more, “Well then, nice to meet you Abbey. You should know you are one strong soul to be putting up with all that.“ I purposely don’t look at Y/N as I motion towards her, earning me a pissed off “Hey!“ as a response to my remark, “Stick around for dinner, don’t worry neither of us will be cooking.“ I point at myself and then at Y/N as if to reassure her she won’t be a victim of food poisoning.

“Actually...“ Abbey says, tilting her head to look my shortie sister in the eyes as if taunting her to say something.

She finally caves, raising her left hand as though she’s volunteering, “Ugh fine, I may or may not have taken a cooking course and may or may not know how to cook a decent meal. It’s whatever, really.”

To say I’m impressed would be an understatement. I’m impressed, shocked, surprised and flooded with joy that my sister has finally decided to start maturing. “Cooking course, huh? When did you decide living off of takeout isn’t a nice way to live?”

She rolls her eyes at me, “Oh no I still go full weeks with only takeout and cereal, I just needed a distraction because...well...” she trails off, her gaze dropping awkwardly as she fishes for words or perhaps already has them found but doesn’t want to spit them out.

Abbey huffs, taking Y/N’s hand and lifting it to show off her wrist where I catch sight of a batch of colorful handmade bracelets, “Because these aren’t gonna earn themselves.”

I raise an eyebrow, puzzled as to what exactly she’s referring to.

Y/N sighs, taking one of the bracelets, playing with it nervously, “I have one for every month I’ve spent without getting drunk - Abbey made them for me. I need a distraction to stay sober so...I took up cooking.“

I can’t remember a moment I haven’t felt proud of my sister. Y/N’s always been on top of her shit, drunk or sober she knows what she’s doing. She’s mindful even when she’s reckless, thinks soberly even when she’s been drinking heavily. She’s always proved herself to me and to the people who think of her as a lowlife without even trying. She lets the world breeze by her without thinking too much of it and yet she still mesmerizes me and many of the people she meets - Abbey has now officially joined the club.

But, all things said and considered, I think I’ve never felt as proud of her as I do right now, seeing those six bracelets on her wrist - half a year without getting drunk. I know she wouldn’t lie to Abbey, she rarely lies to me too, so those bracelets have been earned and well-deserved and that makes me feel like the Y/N I remember is not the one standing in front of me right now. That silly girl is still in the suburbs, making a shitty-ass choice of messing up her liver. A grown woman, a responsible adult has taken her place though, and I couldn’t be more glad.

“Y/N...“ I finally manage to utter her name, making her gaze meet mine, “I’m so fucking proud of you.“

A smile slowly stretches the corners of her mouth upwards, her eyes shning in a way that has nothing to do with the lighting in this hallway. She’s not a crier though, I know those tears are gonna stay right there, stubbornly refusing to escape her eyes, “Thanks, Corpse. I’m proud of you too....” she says, nodding her head slowly, “I can overlook the untrimmed hair.”

Sigh

Y/N will always be Y/N no matter what I guess. That’s a good thing - I love her just the way she is.

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vargaslovinghours · 2 years

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How about making it a good round even five (1 | 2 | 3 | 4)

Hit ya with a smack! Mwah ♥

A tiny pouty Scriabin spacefiller 💕 from my paper testing a while back, unlined is so easy to clean, I'm looking forward to using it more. More moody Scriabins!

It's oddly fun to doodle Edgar in sporty clothes, even on bad drawing days |P Cruisin' 'round in some drawstring shorts haha

Based on Childish War, I love the perversions of this meme haha

Was watching a lot of Lixian, he has such a cute style ♪ Just a tiny unassuming Edgar, he does not know the horrors that await him

The original-original of the couch doodle I mentioned, Scriabin's pose is actually closer than I remembered haha. This was meant to be a mini of them watching TV together but I'm fine with it being them sleeping on each other instead for now

Snakes beyond this point, be warned weary traveler

Sleepy SC!Edgar running his fingertips along SC!Scriabin's scales as they settle down. I've gotten quite dizzy looking up close at scales, in a nice way haha

It doesn't feel weird exactly

Stop tickling the large snake man, Edgar

The consequences will be on your head if you keep it up

His tail was so ridiculously long in early doodles before I pinned down about how long it should be lol. He still looks stupidly pretty, ugh ♥

First speculations, he might be a little longer at tail-tip but it doesn't offer any support until a solid foot or so in anyways. And hugging a pillow is required, what do you take me for

Those ludicrously long ears! As much as I'm glad to have them toned down, I do like how expressive they are haha

He looks so fluffy hehe ♥ Once again drawn upside-down, I rather like how he can lean over himself, like a nest!

What other reason could he possibly need

Snake snuggles

So many snake snuggles

Right after his magic failed to work :( He'll be sent away! He can't hide it and he can't run from it, poor dear

Oh gods Edgar turn around, oh gods no he can't hear us he's got his airpods in

The first draft of this WIP; I haven’t talked much about Scriabin’s cave yet (I want to!) but I do have the very basics hammered out - he lives in a deciduous forest with the cave set into a stout mountainside. It appears more carved and cleared out than naturally occurring - possibly an abandoned mine - made for shorter humanoids. Not a problem for someone who only needs a foot or so of clearance! It's a bit of a tight squeeze for Edgar's explorations, though Scriabin doesn't really like him snooping around anyway hehe

He can be quite tall when he chooses, and it's generally a bad sign

A Scriabin with sharp teeth and poison is a bad one to piss off, but Edgar is famously good at it. I really wish these turned out better, it’s a Monster AU, there should be something scary! I’ll get to it yet, just you wait

Edgar “Comfort Character” Vargas is what they call him. Kind words can hurt too, depending on the context

I have Edgar has a bad track record of conflating the two

>:T

These massages can be really brutal, dang

Sure, Jan

A lineup of chibi Scriabin hairstyles! They’re all quite cute, I should play with his bangs more

The forked tongue and sharp teeth combo makes for some interesting tricks, inspired by another Naga I’m a big fan of hehe ♪

Always chewing on him

My favourite thumbnail for the shower mini, Edgar's face matched with the rough AAAAAs delights me haha

A Ghost of Christmas-Yet-to-Come Scriabin, since I wanted to do something Christmas-y lol. He's not exactly menacing here pfft

No glasses for Scriabin, gotta be able to see the blush with no interferences

Ladyverse flirting ♥

I’m sure they’re fine

“I’ll do anything to keep you talking about me 💕”

A silly one, I wanted to draw them as little blobs and the only thing that came to mind was Animal Crossing villager noises lol

The original draft for Nny’s threat - I ended up liking Edgar’s arms here better, even funny as all the shapes are with a trackpad haha

A few different glasses styles while mine were broken since it was on my mind, and thinking about Scriabin’s reflective lenses. Technically his closed eyes are a fourth wall break! Winking for him looks very funny hehe

Actually in agreement for once! Something real bad must’ve gone down

Discussing sexualities. If Scriabin’s not straight, where could he have gotten that from, hmm??? A mystery

@yet-another-aoex-account mentioned that Scriabin was a better fit for the wolf in the Red Riding Hood set, but if I may posit my original concept for why I thought Nny would suit it more:

HEY JUDE

I think it comes down to a matter of taste lol, do you like a flirty wolf or a murdery wolf? Half a dozen in one 👋 I also like how long Nny’s tail is in comparison lol

Do you mind, we’re kinda having a moment

Early tooth gap speculation - would it be noticeable while his jaw is together? Would it snap back into place and hit each other?? Egh!

Wiggly teeth take on a very different meaning for Naga

Felt like doodling some Convalescence Edgar, reading through his file while Scriabin hums in the background

You’ve still got the main eyes, er...eye between you two, Edgar

Your scales are dull, sir

Shedding is itchy, makes him irritable

A new shed feels nice and smooth tho ✨

Always with Edgar looking wistfully into the far stage left

A belated Valentine's doodle hehe ♪ Just one smooch!

Jake is too fluffy to not draw every once in a while, I have to keep my quota up

Anatomy practice! Yeahhhhh anatomy, s’why I didn’t pull any references,,

September through February, round two! Possibly the longest to date, I suppose following through on an AU’ll do that lol

#💟#Doodles #Art #Edgar #Scriabin #Todd #Shmee #Nny #Jake #Blood #Sketchdump #Oh boy get ready for the Snake Charmer spam #It was made in October so of course there are a bunch of test doodles - this isn't even all of them and there are Many #Some are spoilers so I had to leave them out lol #This was a nightmare to compile lol it stopped loading new images and text fdsafdf #But it's done now! And it's very long #Will this be the last sketchdump post for a while?? I've been drawing them considerably less but that's what I've said literally every time #Lol #It remains to be seen #Usual Vargas warnings ahoy - blood - meanness - Edgar/Scriabin lol #I had one mini that I could've shown like the previous Christmas and Ladyverse ones but I made it horizontally instead of vertically #And I do not trust tungl's image display to not mangle that lol #The Nny edit was really fun ♪#Honestly just drawing that one was fun it was a highly stylized kind of day and the edit was just a bonus haha #This one might also be the largest proportion of ideas I'm satisfied leaving as-is #Freeing up brainspace or actually happy with the end product? I'll never tell #Pfft

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luxekook · 4 years

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petal to the metal ✿ jjk

✿ pairing: jewelry-maker jungkook x florist reader

✿ genre: idiots to lovers, fluff, slight bits of crack and angst

✿ summary: every sunday, the farmers’ market took place in the center of town. vendors from near and far traveled to sell their crafts, their produce, their teas. as the local florist, you figured that running a booth each weekend would boost your business and bring in new clients. at least, those were your reasons in the beginning. but, now? now, you returned just for the handsome jewelry-maker whose booth was next to yours.

✿ word count: 7k

✿ warnings: pg15, slight innuendo, mention of alcohol, noona!reader, mutual pining, memes, vmin as teen prom dates, chaotic 2seok + joon as jk’s bandmates, scheming yoongi as reader’s assistant, sweetheart jungkook tries his best but doesn't succeed, one (1) make out scene uwu

✿ beta’d by: the gracious phia @meowxyoong

✿ banner by: the talented queen of banner-making maggie @kimtaehyunq

People, to you, are not unlike bouquets of flowers - uniquely complex with traits grown and cultivated throughout the years and brought together to form meaning and personality. It is far too often that you assign flowers to the people you meet in passing.

The boy running down the sidewalk chasing a butterfly is a blooming bunch of crocus (youthful gladness) and daisies (innocence).

The young woman storming out of the cafe after dumping her coffee on what you assume to be her ex is a flurry of peonies (anger) and black-eyed Susans (justice).

You find your flower assignments to be a fun way to pass the time when sitting alone in a coffee shop or walking along the beach.

They are decidedly not fun when you are caught staring unabashedly at a beautiful boy as imaginary petals of acacia (secret love) and daffodil (new beginnings) rain down upon him.

The second his dark eyes flick up to meet yours, you whip around and pretend to be preoccupied with your display of forget-me-nots. The irony is not lost on you as you rearrange the already pristine pale-blue petals. You are more likely to forget your own name than to forget the image of the boy’s crinkly-eyed smile.

God, it’s only the first hour of the first Sunday of the Summer Farmer’s Market, and you are like this? Things are looking more and more dire by the minute.

Your small beachside community holds the annual Summer Farmer’s Market every Sunday from the middle of May until the end of August. Not only does the market attract tourists, it boosts your own business and earns you year-round customers.

Founding Of Fern & Freesia Flower Co. has been one of your proudest achievements to date - perhaps second only to chugging a beer faster than a misogynist on a bar crawl. Now in your third year of business, you feel accomplished in the slow but steady growth of your shop. You have poured your heart and soul into your business, leaving little time for other endeavors.

Hence, you’re wary of your growing fascination with the owner of the neighboring stall.

When you had rolled up earlier with your overflowing cart of flowers, you had set up shop next to a jewelry booth full of gleaming silver and vibrant stones. It hadn’t been until a clang and a muffled curse sounded from the neighboring stall that you noticed it’s owner.

The first thing you had noticed was his outfit - all black clothing with boots that looked like they could stomp through steel. The second had been his adorable pout as he fiddled with a couple bracelets he must have just dropped. And the third - the third had been his hands and the gentle but steady way they fashioned the jewelry back in order.

The opening rush had distracted you from your growing interest for a bit; but the early birds have all since scattered, leaving you alone in between an old woman selling honey and a cute boy selling handcrafted jewelry. Now that you have thoroughly embarrassed yourself by being caught staring, you figure you should at least attempt to busy yourself.

You flutter around your stall, checking on flowers and rearranging errant blossoms.

“H-hey, do you have any tiger flowers?” A soft, sweet voice calls to you from one stall over. You pause in your movements. That can't be who you think it is... But when you turn your head to address the speaker, you find yourself face to face with your mystery boy.

Magically, you manage to blurt out a semi-coherent response, “Oh, hello! No, I don’t have any tiger flowers right now… I do have some tiger lilies?” You gesture to the orange be-speckled bunch in the corner of your stall.

“Oh,” The boy deflates a bit, but then perks back up, “Well, I’m Jungkook. I make jewelry.” He gestures to his collection behind him. “It’s more of a hobby, actually. I’m a vocalist, but I really like working with my hands part-time.”

Your eyebrows raise, and Jungkook blushes profusely. “I didn’t mean it like that!” He whines, his bottom lip jutting out slightly.

You decide to take pity on the boy. Grinning slightly, you extend your hand across the buckets of flowers in between you both, “It’s nice to meet you, Jungkook. I’m (y/n), and I really like working with my hands full-time.”

Grabbing your hand in his, Jungkook returns your grin. “(Y/n),” He mutters almost absentmindedly as he keeps pumping your intertwined hands up and down. You don’t have it in you to stop him, especially when he keeps looking at you like you just told him the secret to eternal life.

A throat clearing jolts you both from your reveries. Two teenage boys stand there awkwardly. One fiddles with one of the cut stems you discarded in a hurry earlier.

“Oh,” You reluctantly pull your hand away from Jungkook’s warm embrace. “Talk to you later?” You shoot him a wry grin before turning back to your customers. You don’t see the death glare that Jungkook sends the two boys as you greet them warmly.

They request matching boutonnieres for their prom, and your heart swells as they both argue over which flowers they think would fit the other best. One suggests yellow roses, and you can’t hold yourself back from interjecting, “Oh no. Not yellow roses.”

The two of them glance over at you, almost looking shocked to find that you are still there. “Why not?” The taller boy asks.

“They represent infidelity,” You say with a shrug, “But that’s just semantics. You don’t have to read that deep into it if you don’t want to.” Just because you follow the language of flowers closely does not mean that everyone and their mother did as well.

The shorter boy practically throws the yellow rose back in its bucket. “What are you trying to say, Tae?” He shakes his head in mock disappointment at his partner, “I trusted you.”

“Shut up, Jiminie,” The boy you now know as Tae rolls his eyes and turns to you, “Do you have anything that means, like, the opposite of that?”

“Yes,” You smile at the pair and bustle over to the flowers you have in mind, “If I may make a few suggestions…”

Ten minutes later, the two boys shuffle away from your stall with matching cosmos (joy in love and life), baby’s breath (everlasting love), and ivy (fidelity) boutonnieres and with matching grins. You gaze wistfully at their interlocking hands and the quintessential picture of young love they represented.

“You’re good at that,” Jungkook comments, fiddling with one of the earrings dangling from his quickly reddening ears.

“Hm?” You question, your eyes still lingering on the cute couple you had just assisted.

“You’re good at showing people exactly what they want – even if they hadn't known it yet.”

His words capture your attention. You know he’s referring to the two teens that you had just helped, but you can’t help but wish he had been referring to himself. However, before you can even respond, it is his turn to get pulled away by a prospective customer.

The rest of the day flies by. This isn’t a surprise to you as the newness of the market always tends to draw waves of people on the opening day. You and Jungkook only get to exchange some shy glances and small smiles with each other.

That is, until your floral assistant Min Yoongi arrives.

You have a running joke that Yoongi is simultaneously your best and your worst employee. He is your only employee after all and a headstrong one at that. You used to drag him along with you to the early hours of preparing and setting up for the market, but you have long since learned your lesson that Yoongi is decidedly not a morning person. You shudder at the mere thought of it. Now, you only ask that he arrives in the late afternoon to help you close down.

Yoongi greets you with a typical head nod and a half-hearted wave. “Hey, boss lady.”

You shoot him a half-hearted glare, “Hello, worst employee of the month.”

The sound of a gasp draws your attention back to Jungkook’s booth where he is openly gaping at you with wide eyes.

“Oh, Jungkook! It’s just a joke. He’s my only employee,” You laugh nervously as Yoongi gives you a side-eyed look that says ‘you’re acting weird, dude, and I don’t like it’.

“Ah,” Jungkook beams at you, his eyes sparkling adorably, “I see, (y/n). For a second I thought you might be one of those people that gets off on being mean.”

Yoongi spits out the sip of coffee he had just taken. Jungkook turns bright red for the second time that day as he blinks in confusion, “What? What did I say?”

“Nothing!” You pinch Yoongi’s side in an attempt to shut him up, but that boy never listens to anyone but himself.

Walking the short distance to Jungkook, Yoongi lazily extends his hand over the barrier of flowers, “Min Yoongi.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” The boy grasps Yoongi’s hand firmly and squints at him quizzically. “Have we met before?”

Yoongi shrugs in a typical Yoongi fashion, “Dunno, maybe? You do look a little familiar.”

Suddenly, Jungkook drops Yoongi’s hand and snaps his fingers, “You were at last year’s Battle of the Bands! Your rap was legendary! I remember talking to Joon about it all night…”

The two boys quickly descend into a musically driven conversation, leaving you to slowly pack up your flowers and intermittently stare as Jungkook passionately talks about his main craft.

After the fourth time you look over at the pair, you catch Yoongi’s eye. He’s staring at you with a maniacal glint in his eye. Oh no. He slowly looks back and forth between you and Jungkook. No, no, no. An ominous grinch-like grin grows on Yoongi’s lips as you can practically see the light bulb go off above his head. You are done for.

And not a second after Jungkook packs up his trinkets and bids you both goodbye for the day, Yoongi rounds on you. “FBI! Open up!” He mock-yells, cupping his hands around his mouth.

You splutter out an indignant laugh and shove him playfully, “He’s at least 21, Yoongs! You have to be in order to rent a booth here.”

Yoongi continues to playfully tease you for the rest of the time you spend together loading the flowers into your truck and then unloading them at your shop. You only hope your crush is not as obvious to Jungkook as it is to Yoongi...

You and Jungkook spend the next two Sundays observing each other, exchanging small greetings, and chatting in between customers. Slowly, you begin to learn bits and pieces about Jungkook.

You learn he’s the lead singer in a band with his friends, he boxes to stay active, and he loves to eat. In turn, he discovers that you’re two years older than him, your life basically consists of flowers, and you read crappy romance novels in your limited spare time.

And as the weather warms even further, you find out that he has a plethora of tattoos winding up his arm. Though you tease him about his love of black clothing despite the soaring temperatures, you cannot help but admire the way his tanned skin glows against the dark color and makes the tattoos pop. You swear you glimpsed a flower inked on his forearm but you couldn’t be certain. Perhaps it had just been the combination of your growing crush and your overactive imagination.

The weather burns even hotter still when he begins to call you ‘noona’.

“(Y/n)-noona, what do you think of this necklace?”

“Noona! Let me carry that bucket for you. It looks heavy.”

“Do you want to go out with me sometime, noona?”

Okay, that last one had just been wishful thinking; but, a girl can dream.

Meanwhile, Yoongi continues to poke fun at you and your growing infatuation. He had even arrived early for the first time in his career just to get in some extra roasting time. God, you wish Jungkook had some embarrassing friends to help ease the amount of times you had to physically turn away from the boy because you were blushing too hard.

And, finally, on the second Sunday in June, you get your wish.

“Ayo, JK!” A booming voice sounds from halfway down the long row of booths. A smattering of uproarious laughter follows the exclamation.

The boy in question sighs before shooting you a helpless look. “My hyungs are visiting today. I love them, but they’re…” He trails off, “They’re a lot.” Jungkook steps out in front of his booth to get ready to greet them.

The shouting gets closer and closer until three boys break out of the throng of the crowd and approach Jungkook with large smiles. You blink in awe at the sight of them. Do all good looking people really flock together? You’re beginning to think so as you try your best to subtly check out Jungkook’s friends. The loudest one playfully greets Jungkook by throwing fake punches at him. He’s tall and lean with broad shoulders and a face that looks like it could make anyone give him anything if he so much as glances at them. He reminds you of white hyacinth (beauty) and lemon (zest).

The tallest boy shakes his head fondly at Jungkook as he greets him through the other’s antics. You barely stifle a sigh as he grins and shows off the cutest set of dimples you’ve ever seen. He practically screams pear blossom (comfort) and polyanthus (confidence).

The last boy has a smile that makes you almost have to squint because of its sunshine-like radiance. He also has on the most colorful and fashionable outfit you’ve ever seen, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s had design experience. He is so white jasmine (amiability) and lupine (imagination), you think.

Before you can assess further, you’re pulled away by a long-time customer. As you prune and arrange their requested flowers, you can’t help but notice that the stall next door has grown suspiciously quieter.

Hushed whispers carry in the wind.

“That’s your noona?”

“Shut up, hyung!”

You hastily wrap the bouquet for your customer and bid her farewell with a smile. You barely have time to take a breath before three boys appear before you with a fourth scowling behind them in distaste.

“So you’re the flower noona that Jungkook always brings up,” The sunshine boy speaks first, tilting his head as he peers down at you.

“The flower noona, huh?” You shoot Jungkook an amused glance, only to find him with his face buried in his hands, “Maybe I should rebrand.” You grin and introduce yourself to the three boys who you discover to be Seokjin, Namjoon and Hoseok.

Soon you find yourself wrapped in a conversation with Namjoon while Hoseok and Seokjin gather flowers to make their own bouquets.

“Yes,” You nod your head at Namjoon’s question, “Some flowers do have multiple meanings. Take geraniums for example. The pretty pink oak-leaf geranium symbolizes true friendship, while the just as pretty scarlet geranium signifies stupidity.”

“And what does baby’s breath represent?” Hoseok crinkles his nose in distaste as he fiddles with the flower, “You smell bad?”

You crack up and open your mouth to answer, but Jungkook cuts you off. “No, Hobi-hyung, they represent everlasting love.”

Blinking at him, you nod, “Yes, that’s right. How did you know that?”

Jungkook mumbles something incoherent as he scuffles his heavy boot across the pavement.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows, ears straining to pick up the decibels. Why is he speaking so softly?

“He knows because JK eavesdrops on you all the time, (y/n),” Seokjin lets out a squeaky laugh, “He also downloaded a flower app on his phone to study. I even caught him making flashcards—”

Jungkook jumps on Seokjin’s back, slapping a hand over the older boy’s mouth. Meanwhile, your heart feels like it’s about to burst into a whirlwind of lilac (first emotions of love). Good god, your feelings have leveled up.

Namjoon and Hoseok pay for both their flowers and Jin’s, as the older boy is still preoccupied fighting off an embarrassed Jungkook.

“It was really nice meeting you, (y/n),” Namjoon smiles at you.

“Yes!” Hoseok beams, “Also, please tell your friend Yoongi that we want to collab. Kookie is too shy to ask him.”

You promise that you will and wave goodbye to the two of them as they drag a breathless Jin along with them. The older boy shoots you a wink as he is pulled along into the crowd and disappears.

“Sorry about them, noona,” Jungkook mumbles, looking down at his feet, “They like to embarrass me.”

You melt at his cuteness. “No, don’t apologize. Your friends are a whole lot of fun.” You can’t help but tease him, continuing, “And they were very informative... Do you really pay that close attention to me, Jungkook?”

“Aish!” Jungkook yelps, grabbing a bucket of red roses and hiding his face behind it. “Noona!” He whines, his large eyes peering at you over the red flowers, “You’re just as bad as them!”

“Oh, am I, Kookie?” You emphasize the new nickname of his that you just learned courtesy of Hoseok.

“Did they tell you to call me that?” Jungkook sets down the bucket of roses and looks like he is about to take off in pursuit of his three hyungs.

You grab his arm to prevent him from doing so. It’s warm and solid, and the physical contact sends a tingle across your skin. “They didn’t tell me. I just noticed Hoseok called you that once. If it bothers you, I won’t call you that again.”

Jungkook relaxes. “No, you can call me Kookie,” He says in a small voice.

“Thank god,” You grin and squeeze his arm once before releasing it, “It’s so cute!”

His responding squeal of ‘noona!’ can be heard throughout the entire market.

The following Sunday, the market is cancelled due to the tropical storm swirling up the coast, bringing with it a disappointing blend of rain and an absence of Jungkook.

You probably should be concerned at how rapidly your feelings for the boy are developing, but you aren’t. How can anyone not love him? It’s impossible, in your opinion. Even your grump of an employee likes Jungkook, and Yoongi likes very few people. You aren’t even sure if you make the cut most days.

Sipping your peppermint tea, you gaze out at the rain and wonder if Jungkook misses you just as you’re missing him. Does he feel anything for you?

You know he at least equates you with his friends; but is that all he sees you as? If so, you would respect that, albeit disappointedly. With a sigh, you turn back to your copy of “The Art of Jewelry Making: An Introduction” and pretend just for the day that your feelings are reciprocated.

One week later, you are scrambling. Somehow you had managed to sleep through all five of your alarms, and now you are so, so late.

Your truck’s tires squeal angrily as you whip into the first empty parking space you spot outside of the market. Where will you even set up today? You quickly grab your buckets of flowers as well as all the other supplies you’ll need. Will there even be a booth left for you?

You push your cart up the rows of booths and get more and more dejected at each turn. Finally, you decide to at least visit Jungkook before you dejectedly head back to your truck. You are in dire need of his sweet smile and positive energy.

The wheels of your cart bump and wobble over the uneven gravel. God, why couldn’t Min Yoongi be a morning person? You grumble as you wind the final corner to where your usual stall resides. You stop in your tracks.

Your usual booth… is empty? You blink multiple times in case this is just a beautiful mirage. Nope, it’s still open, it’s wooden tables bare.

Almost as if he senses you, Jungkook practically runs out of his stall towards you. “Noona! You’re here!” And before you can even answer, he sweeps you into a tight hug.

“Hi, Kookie,” You sigh, bringing your arms around his neck. You can’t resist the urge to bury your face in his chest. He smells so nice, like fresh soap with a hint of heady musk. Reluctantly, you release him, realizing you’re both blocking most of the pathway.

“I-I saved your booth for you,” Jungkook blushes and looks down at the ground. He shifts his weight from left to right and then glances up at you once more. “I hoped you were just running late. I didn't want to miss seeing you two Sundays in a row. You would not believe how many people I’ve had to fight off.”

Your heart swells at his words. “Aw, thank you, Kookie. You missed me that much, huh?” You reach up to ruffle his hair as you pass by him, lugging your cart along with you.

You miss the forlorn expression on his face as he gazes after you and mumbles, “Yes...so much.”

With Jungkook’s help, you manage to set up your booth in record time. You thank him profusely, but he just shrugs it off by saying that you would do the same for him. And you would.

Around midday you text Yoongi and ask him to bring food for Jungkook as an extra way of saying thank you.

Rather than respond with a normal yes or no, Yoongi just sends you a sea of smirking emojis. You should’ve known that Yoongi would (correctly) read too much into it. The boy is too smart for his own good.

Quickly sending back the gif of Hades from Hercules turning his flames from blue to orange in anger, you glance up to find Jungkook staring at you with a peculiar expression.

“Noona,” He begins, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

You choke out a laugh that sounds sad even to your ears. “No, I don’t. Why do you ask?”

Jungkook perks back up, “I just thought you might be arguing with them. You seemed to be angry texting.”

Letting out a more genuine laugh this time, you reply, “I’m just texting Yoongi, Kook. He’s being his usual difficult self.”

“Oh,” Jungkook grins, “Well then don’t punish him too harshly. It’s fun to see you all riled up.”

Punish?

Riled up?

You blink rapidly at the boy who seems to have no idea how much his words affect you. Trying to brush off the images flowing through your mind, you decide to fight fire with fire – even if it had been unintentional arson.

You take a step towards him, “You like seeing me all riled up, Kookie?”

“Uh-h, yes?” Jungkook eyes you warily as you continue to approach him. He even takes a step back, only to bump into his table of jewelry.

You stand toe to toe with him as he is effectively trapped in between you and his table. Slowly, you rise to your tiptoes. Your lips brush his ear as you murmur, “Well, then I’ll be sure to stay cool and collected from now on.”

Pulling back, you saunter back over to your booth. Faintly, you hear a wheeze from the direction you’ve left Jungkook. You grin in success.

Yoongi had ended up bringing food with him that day. An action that had caused Jungkook to thank the two of you more times than you could count as he had shoved barbecue chicken into his mouth.

You had stared at the boy with hearts in your eyes as he ate. Yoongi had just made whipping motions from beside you, thankfully out of Jungkook’s line of sight.

And as June turns to July, your feelings grow substantially. Your mind is a meadow scattered with clove (I have loved you and you have not known it), cyclamen (timid hope), and gladiolus (you pierce my heart).

You can’t quite get a read on Jungkook. Every time you think there might be something in the way he interacts with you, he does something else that negates everything.

For example, the other day he had requested a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You had thought you might pass out from the way he looked at you, all blushing and shy. But, that might have just been the hundred degree weather.

It had admittedly been foolish to think that he would gift the bouquet back to you, but that’s just you – a fool in love. Your clown status had become even more confirmed when Jungkook had smiled down at the flowers, saying that his elderly neighbor would love them.

You had never thought you would experience being jealous of an elderly widow, but you had been ready to square up. It had decidedly not been your finest moment.

It isn’t until the middle of July that you begin to feel that Jungkook might actually return your feelings.

The boy comes barreling into your stall as you’re setting up for the day. “Noona!” He grins happily, “I have a surprise for you!”

“Please tell me it’s a portable fan,” You moan, as you wipe the beads of sweat from your brow, “It’s so hot out here in these streets.”

“No,” Jungkook pouts adorably, “It’s not a fan. It’s my new collection! I spent all week working on it. I even brought my supplies to band practice. The hyungs all teased me, but it was worth it because of y— because of how good it turned out.”

Had he started to say because of you? Your heart pounds as you watch Jungkook eagerly tug a box out from his large backpack. He holds it out to you expectantly, and you have no choice but to take it from him.

Shooting him a speculative glance, you slowly open the lid. Your eyes widen at the sight before you. Rows of flower themed jewelry gleam up at you - orchid (refined beauty) necklaces, lotus (purity) earrings, and dahlia (dignity) charm bracelets.

These are almost all of your favorite flowers. You blink up at Jungkook, “These are so beautiful, Kook. I want all of them. How are you so talented? It’s so unfair!” You reach down to grab a particularly gorgeous pair of silver hoop earrings with lotus charms dangling from the bottoms.

“I will pay anything for these,” You look back up at him. He’s smiling widely and his cheeks are shaded pink.

“They’re yours,” Jungkook shakes his head, “There’s no charge if my noona wants to wear my jewelry.”

His noona…

You think your cheeks might fall off from smiling too hard. “Well,” You murmur, “If you insist.”

You hand Jungkook the box back, and quickly switch out your plain gold stud earrings for your new hoops. “How do they look?” You flick your ponytail behind you and turn this way and that in an attempt to model his work.

“Beautiful…” Jungkook sighs as he watches you and then straightens suddenly, “Oh, I almost forgot!” He digs around in his backpack for a second time. Pulling out a small black velvet drawstring bag, he once again extends his hand towards you with a gift.

“I made this specifically for you,” He doesn't blush outright this time, but you do note that his ears are bright red. Curiosity overtakes you. You slowly open the bag and pour its contents into your waiting palm.

A silver cuff falls into your hand. It’s about an inch wide with what seem to be persimmon flowers (bury me amid nature’s beauty) engraved on its surface.

“My favorite flower,” You gasp, immediately sliding the cuff onto your wrist, “You remembered!”

“Of course I did,” Jungkook laughs, running a hand through his disheveled hair, “Do you- do you like it?”

“Do I like it?” You scoff, “Do I like it?” You take one large step towards him and basically tackle him in a hug. “I love it, you idiot.”

His hands rest on your waist as he sighs into your hair, “Good. That makes me so happy, noona.”

Reluctantly, you pull away. “I should be angry because you completely upstaged me,” You crack a smile as Jungkook crinkles his nose in confusion, “But I can’t be mad when you give me presents.”

You tug your own little baggie from your tote bag and hand it to Jungkook. “It’s not even close to your level, but you inspired me to try to make something and…” You trail off as Jungkook holds up the bracelet you had carefully strung together for weeks. You basically only had bought expensive black stone beads and slid them onto a string, but you think it’s cute nonetheless.

“(Y/n)-noona,” Jungkook’s wide eyes flick up to stare at you, “You really made this for me?”

“How many other JK’s do you know?” You say referring to the two little letter charms amidst the sea of black stones, “Yes, I made it for you.”

“There’s John Krasinski!” He argues, sliding the bracelet onto his wrist with a smile.

You cannot roll your eyes hard enough, “You caught me. I couldn’t meet up with the Jim from The Office this month, so I just had to give this bracelet to the next JK I came across.”

“I knew it!” Jungkook laughs, “I guess we sort of have friendship bracelets now, huh?”

You feel like you have just been slapped back into the friend-zone. “Oh,” You force out a chuckle, “Yes, I guess we do.”

Clueless to your inner turmoil, Jungkook grins as he hurries away to set up his stall for the day. He prattles on about how excited he is to see how the new collection will sell, especially since he is set up right next to you and your flowers.

You feign normalcy as you reply that his collection will be a hit. And you’re right. As the day wears on, you watch as Jungkook sells more jewelry than you had ever seen him do before. You consistently feel like you’re in a state of whiplash as he keeps referring to you as his “muse” during his sales.

Why are feelings so confusing? You fiddle with a stem of lavender (mistrust). You had honestly been beginning to think that Jungkook might return your affections, but now you aren’t so sure. Maybe next weekend you could try to get a better idea of his feelings?

But, as it turns out, you wouldn’t have to...

It’s midway through the market that next Sunday that you begin to realize Jungkook is acting strange. He is acting more jittery than usual, and despite your constant questioning of if he is okay, Jungkook refuses to give you more than two word answers.

Eventually, you give up asking and instead begin to silently observe. He constantly toys with the bracelet you had given him last week. He rarely can go a minute without touching it, almost as if he is afraid it might disappear right off his wrist. Jungkook also keeps peering into his backpack and adjusting something inside of it.

It isn’t until Jungkook checks his backpack for the third time in five minutes that you snap. “Okay, that’s it.” You stalk over to his booth, “Why are you acting weird today?” You stop in front of him, arms crossed in front of you. Jungkook’s throat bobs as he swallows nervously, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, noona.”

“Really,” You deadpan, “Then you won’t mind sharing with the class what riveting thing you have in your backpack?”

His eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, “How did you know there’s something in my backpack?”

You laugh, “You’re not exactly subtle, Kookie.” His shocked expression turns into a pout as you continue, “I’m just teasing. You don’t have to show me. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything illegal.”

“Illegal?” Jungkook gasps, “Noona! Who do you think I am?”

“I don't know,” You shrug, “You could have a double identity for all I know.”

Mumbling something about infuriating women, Jungkook turns and tugs something out of his bag. Holding it behind his back, he faces you, “I was going to wait until the end of the day to do this, but I guess this is happening now.”

He takes in a shaky breath, “I know that I’m not the best with words. That I’m shy and inexperienced. But, I need to tell you how I feel, because I think I might lose myself completely if I don’t. So, I decided that I would tell you in the language you know well.”

Slowly, Jungkook moves his hands from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of flowers. “These say everything you need to know about what I feel for you.” His hand shakes slightly as he extends the flowers towards you.

Your lungs refuse to work as your eyes cannot seem to look away from the flowers he offers you.

Striped carnations. Those are what he holds out to you. You feel as if he has taken your heart and stomped on it with his massive boots.

Striped carnations… symbolizing a love that cannot be shared. A gesture meaning that ‘he cannot be with you’.

Rejection.

The first tear falls from your eyes as you force yourself to look up at the boy you’ve fallen in love with. How long has he known your feelings for him? Why has he strung you along so much only to hit you with this now? Or have you just been oblivious to his indifference all along? ‘

Jungkook seems to be panicking as he lowers the bouquet back to his side, “Noona, please say something.”

You open and close your mouth, trying in vain to search for words to say, for questions to ask to help you make sense of this blindside.

The only thing you can eventually muster up the strength to say is a shaky “I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.” You take off, barely stopping to grab your phone and your bag as you run to your truck.

Behind you, you can hear Jungkook frantically shouting your name. He’s probably concerned that he has to monitor both your stall and his. You shake your head as you finally reach your car.

You call Yoongi as soon as you turn out of the parking lot, unknowingly leaving a teary-eyed Jungkook in your wake.

“What?” Yoongi groans when he finally picks up.

You can barely breathe through your tears, “Y-Yoongi, can you swing by the market early to pack up?”

The line is quiet for a second. Then, Yoongi rapidly fires questions at you, “What happened? What did he do? Where are you? Are you okay? Do I need to rough him up?”

You let out a small laugh. At least one person seems to care for you. “I’m okay. Just a bit of an unexpected rejection.” You sniffle, “I’m heading home for the day.”

“Wait,” Yoongi sounds confused, “He rejected you? What the f—”

Cutting him off before he asks you to rehash every painful detail, you sigh, “Yes, he did. Now, please, can you go clean up the stall for me? And don’t say anything to him.”

Yoongi growls something that suspiciously sounds like “Oh, I’ll say something to him, alright”. But before you can voice your suspicions, he agrees and hangs up.

Thank god for Min Yoongi.

The week passes slowly. You spend your days going through your usual motions, working in your shop and assisting customers.

However, after you make your sixth bouquet of marigold (grief), lichen (dejection) and cypress (mourning), Yoongi insists you take a few days off. You surprisingly listen.

On Friday, Yoongi brings you a bunch of yarrow (cure for a broken heart) and nearly runs when you envelop him in a tight hug. He offers to handle the market this weekend, and you don’t have it in you to refuse. But, you only accept on the caveat that Yoongi takes Monday off. You don’t want to take advantage of your employee and your dear friend.

Your weekend is spent by yourself. You stock up on cranberry juice in an attempt to pretend that it will have the same effect of its flower meaning (cure for heartache). Spoiler alert: it does not.

Even watching an exorbitant amount of bad Hallmark movies cannot cheer you up. And when Monday comes, you force yourself to try to be positive.

“It’s fine. This is fine. Totally fine. I’m fine.” You say, pointing at yourself in the mirror, “I’m totally cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.” With a firm nod, you head out.

Opening your shop is one of your favorite things. You revel in the solitude that the early hours bring, the first sips of your morning coffee, the feeling of being surrounded by your flowers.

Your flowers bring you peace – a big reason why persimmon flowers are your favorite. But, you can’t travel down that train of thought today. Nope. Today, you are all about self-love and positivity!

At least you are until 9:01am when your shop has barely been open for 60 seconds and Jungkook bursts through your doors.

The boy looks like a mess. His hair is sticking up in various places like he has run his hand through it too many times, his shirt looks like it’s on inside out, and he is staring at you like you’re a wild animal that might spook at any moment.

And he would not be wrong. You fight down the urge to run, choosing instead to head behind your counter so that there is at least a semblance of a divide between you.

You decide to just rip the bandaid off and attempt to be professional. Staring over his shoulder, you say, “Hello, welcome to Of Fern and Freesia. How can I help you?”

The sound of a stifled sob reaches your ears. Had that come from him? Or from you?

“Noona,” Jungkook finally pleads, his voice rough, “Can’t you at least look at me?”

Slowly, you bring your eyes to his. His large brown eyes search yours for a moment before they fill with determination.

“(Y/n)-noona, I know you’ve been avoiding me,” He approaches the counter, “But I need to know something. I have to or I’m going to lose my mind.”

Jungkook’s hands fall onto the countertop, his eyes blaze into yours, “Noona, is the thought of me loving you really so appalling that you can’t even stand to be around me? Is it really so terrible that we can’t even be friends?”

Your mind short circuits. “Are you making fun of me?” You whisper after a brief pause.

“What?” Jungkook cries, “No! Why would you even think that?”

Anger bursts to the surface as you throw his actions back in his face, “Maybe I think that because you openly rejected my feelings last weekend, Jungkook! Maybe I think that because I’ve stupidly been in love with you for weeks only to have you hand me those damned striped carnations!”

Jungkook looks stricken, “I-I thought carnations meant love a-and fascination?”

Oh. My. Sweet. Baby. Jesus.

Your anger at what you thought was Jungkook’s rejection morphs into rage at the complete and utter idiocy of his misguided confession.

You shake your head at the giant idiot before you, “Yes, you absolute fool. The general meaning of carnations is love, distinction, and fascination. But, how did you not think for one second that meanings might change depending on the color and the type?”

He continues to gape at you as you power on. “Striped carnations symbolize rejection, you colossal moron! They mean that you cannot be with me! You basically slapped me and my love for you with a big, fat nope.”

You watch warily as Jungkook rounds the counter, coming towards you faster than you’d like. But, your mouth is on a roll now, and you can’t stop, “How could any respectable florist interpret that gesture any other way? Hey! What are you even doing? You can’t be back here—!”

Jungkook reaches you, cups your face in both hands, and slams his mouth onto yours. Your eyes widen as he continues to kiss you, and then slowly you begin to return his affections. Your hands slide up his back to twine through his hair.

The cutest whine emits from his throat as you tug on it slightly. “Noona,” He murmurs against your lips, his wide eyes stare into yours, “You really love me?”

You shoot him an exasperated look, “No, Jungkook, I go around kissing everyone who walks into my shop like this.”

He pouts, “So mean to me.” He tries to kiss you again, but you shift out of the way slightly so his lips meet your cheek.

“I reserve the right to be mean after spending an entire week wallowing in unnecessary self-pity following your failed attempt at a declaration of love.” You cock your head slightly, “If that’s even what it was?”

Jungkook blushes, “I really screwed up, huh?” He rests his forehead on yours and sighs, “It was supposed to be perfect. I was supposed to give you something meaningful to show how much I love you and pay attention to your work, but all I did was accidentally push you away. I thought you were rejecting me.”

You press a soft kiss to his lips. “I could never reject you, Kookie. Not even after that.”

“God, I love you, noona,” Jungkook buries his face in your neck. “I missed you so much.”

“I love you, too,” You run your fingers through his hair, “But don’t think you’re getting off this easily.”

“Huh?” Jungkook pulls back, his eyes wide.

“You have a lot of making up to do, Kook,” You grin.

“And what do you suggest I do?” He smiles down at you, affection clear in his eyes.

“Well,” You shrug, “I can think of a few things…”

a/n: flower meanings taken from: The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh (flower definitions may vary depending on the source!! this is just the reference that i chose because i love the book uwu)

✿ Flowers left undefined in the fic:

Fern → sincerity

Freesia → lasting friendship

Peppermint → warmth of feeling

Tiger Flower → please love me* (*as defined by jk)

Tiger Lily → wealth

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Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x NB!Reader

Warnings: some angst, FLUFF, and our boys being the best boys.

In which they comfort you after a rough day or week

A/N: im sorry if Izukus section is shorter than Bakugou’s. trying to practice writing other characters. enjoy!

Saturday's are reserved strictly by the majority of the girls from class 1-A, leaving the guys to hibernate inside their dorms as they allow the commencement of girls night. You've never rain checked nor rejected the idea of spending quality time with your friends, considering all the tribe's and trepidation's everyone has endured together during their time at the academy. It's nice to just strip away the stress and dip your toes in pure relaxation.

Unfortunately, you woke up with a bad case of cloudy thoughts. For the past week you've been carrying the weight of dread, causing your mood to drastically change throughout the day. You'd be having a civil conversation with someone one minute and then the next minute you're completely irritated by their presence. You've tried to balance it out and fix it overnight with the regimes you researched on the internet. A new sleeping schedule, healthier diet, yoga, and even went to the extreme of writing in a journal. It was all so cut throat and prestigious, nothing close to your liking. Katsuki made fun of you for it one day when he snuck into your room and read the many inscriptions in your journal entries.

"This stuff reminds of Deku. Always shoving his nose in that stupid notebook of his," he didn't care much to hear your refutes about Izuku. "Anyways, what's with all this depressing shit you are writing? You don't really feel this way do you?"

You didn't give him a definite answer that day. Only a curt "no" and he resumed rambling about his day like nothing happened, having you listening with his voice like white noise going in one ear and out the other.

And that's how it went on throughout the duration of the prior week before Saturday.

Inside the confinement of your dorm, you made the rational decision to sleep in instead of attending classes. The chilling thoughts kept you up all night, never once allowing sleep to take full throttle. You tossed and turned around on your bed, unable to shut off your brain. So when you woke up in the peak of late afternoon, you weren't surprised to see the unread messages on your phone. All of them were from your explosive boyfriend.

King Explosion🤍: Oi you running late? Mr.Sleepy head is taking roll call

King Explosion🤍: y/n where tf r u?

King Explosion🤍: fine don't answer me ig

King Explosion🤍: are you at least coming down for lunch? i made curry last night and imma make you finish it

King Explosion🤍: fking hurry before dunce face eats it

King Explosion🤍: nvm he ate it 😐

Katsuki never intended for the message to be funny. He's probably blowing actual steams of smoke through his nostrils and ears while chasing kamanari amongst the halls. The comical imagery made you laugh harder. At least he made you crack a smile. You haven't shown any emotions let alone a hint of enthusiasm for tonight.

Maybe it'd be best to sit this one out.

"Hey, we're missing a person! Where's my y/n?" Mina asked after scanning the group of girls huddled around on the carpeted floor.

Momo shifted uncomfortably on the cushioned pillow she stole from the couch. "Y/N said she wasn't feeling too well to join us for tonight. Something about food poisoning and throwing up every hour."

In unison all the girls gasped, along with a concerned 'ribbit' from Tsuyu.

"Well I hope she gets to feeling better. I wouldn't want her to endure such sickness for much longer," Tsuyu croaked out.

Everyone in the circle agreed and promised to pay a visit later in the night to check on you.

On the fourth floor, Katsuki stared blankly at his phone, hands shaking due to the repressed anger he's been holding. Each of the messages he sent previously were all left on read, including the one he sent an hour ago asking if he could have a cuddle session with you before girls night. Yes, even an ill tempered guy such as him enjoys sappy shit like cuddling. After pacing back and forth in his room for a solid 5 minutes, he was now dead set on confronting you in front of your friends.

Katsuki made a beeline for the elevator and aggressively pressed the 1st floor button repeatedly in hopes it'll make the process go quicker. He reached the commons area in precision time, overhearing the girls giggle after someone suggested playing truth or dare. He towered over Uraraka's figure, casting a demonic shadow version of himself in the circle. Hagakure shrieked and clung onto Jirou.

"Where's y/n you extras?" He demanded, voice deafening the brunette under him.

"She didn't come tonight. She's in her dorm room sick," Jirou explained to him as she tried pry the invisible girl off her arm.

"Like hell she's sick!" Katsuki spun around quickly and retreated back to the elevator, mumbling obscenities under his breath. "She's going to pay for being so careless and irresponsible."

The commons room fell silent once the explosive blonde disappeared behind the doors of the elevator, all eyes searching each other in complete shock. Uraraka was the first to speak out of the small group.

“Should we warn y/n that Bakugou is coming for her?”

Jirou averted her gaze to the direction bakugou left off from, a ghost of a smirk spreading on her face.

“Nah. Knowing y/n, she can handle the asshole on her own.”

King Explosion🤍: can i come over? i wanna cuddle, i miss u

The text message kept flashing behind your eyes every-time you closed them - a sad image of Katsuki waiting impatiently for you to reply back with a heart or one of those unusual memes he unapologetically adores. You knew he’d be furious, no doubt about it, but you rationalized your decision and concluded it would be best to avoid your boyfriend like the plague till this undesired feeling dissipates. Katsuki doesn’t do well with people being emotional, let alone handle his own emotions for god’s sake.

Your own thoughts were interrupted by someone raping the outside of your door. The continuous knocks made your head spin, a painful sting ghosting back and forth between your eyes. Remembering back to an hour ago, you messaged one of the girls that you weren’t going to make it to tonight’s session. Surely they respected your wishes and continued on with their hangout? But you forgot about the one person who’s persistent and stubborn like a cat.

“I know you’re in there y/n! You may have fooled your idiotic friends with a lie, but you keep on forgetting you’re terrible at lying!” Katsuki hollers against the wood of the door, not once being considerate of those living above her.

He’s right. You’re absolutely horrible at making up excuses for yourself. Dating someone as intuitive as him will be the death of you.

“If there’s something going can you at least let me in? You can’t ignore me forever y/n.”

Again, he’s right.

You slipped out from the comfort of your bed and padded towards the door, mentally preparing for the blonde to scold you once he enters your room. What you weren’t prepared for was the tears swelling up in the ducts of his vermillion eyes - his hands clenched tightly into fists as he looked down at you. Your breathing hitched when his arm outstretched to rest on the door frame to keep his trembling body steady.

“What the hell y/n? Why the fuck have you been ignoring me?! Did I do something wrong?!” He asked, not caring about his current appearance.

You grab ahold of his other arm and absentmindedly started rubbing it affectionately, trying to coax him into calming down. “Katsuki no! You didn’t do anything wrong! Why would you think that?”

“Because dumbass, you’ve been distant this past week,” he paused, choking on his words. “Are...are you breaking up with me?”

Your eyes shot up instantly at his horrifying assumption. “Katsuki, if I tell you the truth, will you promise not to make things worse for me?”

He tilted his head in confusion, but nodded once you led him into your messy bedroom. Once inside, your boyfriend plopped down on your bed, watching intently as you anxiously bit down on your nails - a nervous habit you picked up at the beginning of the school year.

“I’ve been feeling weird lately. Ever since the beginning of last week. I don’t know how to describe it but, my brain is constantly feeding into my already negative state. Telling me things I know aren’t true but I’ve convinced myself they are. Almost as if a grey cloud is hovering above me,” tears were already starting to pour down your cheeks. “I just...I just feel so miserable and lonely and useless and irritated and- I’m so sorry for ignoring you. You probably want nothing to do with me after this!”

You manage to turn away from the sight of the blonde during your speech, ashamed of pouring out your emotions onto a person who disregards other peoples emotions and constitutes them as a quote on quote “pussy”.

From behind, you can hear faint shuffling nearing your already shaken up figure. A pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a wall that could only be described as his own chiseled chest, doing the same as you did moments ago with his arm - lulling you to calm down a notch before he stared speaking.

“If you been feeling this way, why lie when I asked you a few days ago after reading your journal?”

“I know how you are, Katsuki. You get very uncomfortable when people talk about their feelings. So, why should I be any different?”

Your boyfriend suddenly maneuvers you around in the circle of his arms, shifting to where you’re now making direct eye contact with him. His gaze intense and unwavering.

“Because you’re my girlfriend? I don’t give a rats ass about any of these extras. When it comes to you, I’d make an exception for. I made that promise to myself when we first started seeing each other. So don’t think for a second that I’ll disregard your true feelings, dumbass.” He stepped a couple of inches backwards, ankles eventually hitting the bottom of your bed - making him fall and dragging you along with him. You landed on top of him, head still buried in the depths of his hard chest. The vibrations of his chuckle shook your whole body. Katsuki gently titled your head to be leveled with his, a red tint of blush painting his pallid cheeks.

“I’m being serious though. Don’t be afraid to come to me when things get tough, okay? I love you too much to see you like this.”

Next thing you knew your boyfriend stole your breath away by meshing his plump lips onto yours, hands snaking their way into your hair and carefully massaging it. By all means, you let him have his way with you by kissing the sadness away, tears puddling together cheek on cheek.

He let go eventually, pecking a quick chaste kiss on the side of your mouth before hauling you further into the bed. You settled on letting him spoon you, knowing how much he likes the feeling of your backside pressed against him, and the fruity aroma of your hair infiltrating his senses.

“I promise Katsuki,” you said after some time during the cuddle session.

He shifted in his spot, head placed firmly in the crook of your neck. “Promise what?”

“That I’ll come to you when these thoughts return again. I should trust you by now, and I need to not let these emotions ruin everything in my life. I love you that much.

Your confession swelled the very last evidence of Katsuki being a human being, his heart.

He smiled weakly to himself and nuzzled more into your shoulder, brushing his warm lips against the tender skin. “You better, dumbass.”

Today was just so exhausting, and the big fat 'D-‘ written in red ink on your final report was the icing on the cake. To make things even worse, Aizawa reminded the whole class before the exam that this was to determine wether or not if you'll be joining the training camp that'll commence the following winter break.

Hopefully this was one of your teacher's terrible deception tactics into making everyone do their absolute best, go plus ultra even. But to your dismay, he was indeed very serious of the matter this time.

It wasn't your fault, not entirely. You stayed up all night listening to another one of your boyfriends rambles, the conversation lasting till 2 am. Izuku grew worrisome and anxious ever since his encounter with a gruesome villain, thus resulting in him to pour his emotions out onto you. Poor baby kept mentioning the safety of All Might and you.

Solemnly, you left class and trailed back to your dorm room, wanting to ignore the jovial atmosphere inside the cramped room as everyone traded and talked about their scores.

Izuku noticed you leaving abruptly and got up from his desk to follow you behind, bidding a quick goodbye to his friends.

Your room was dark and dramatically colder than usual, a trickle of light threatening to pour in from the cascading sunset. You laid down on your stomach with one of your pillows propped on your head, in hopes to shield away anyone from seeing your ugly-crying face.

Too late because Izuku was already standing outside your dorm room, swaying back and forth on his feet while biting down harshly on his lip. He can hear your soft cries seeping through the door. He doesn't know why he's hesitating, he's your boyfriend after all.

Moments later you hear the acute sounds of someone knocking on your door, followed by the soft spoken voice of your green haired boyfriend.

"Baby? Can I come in? I-If that's okay with you I m-mean! It's alright if you need some space but you left class so early I figured something happened to you and I got really worried because you always wait for Iida and uraraka to walk us back to the dorms as a group and maybe it had something to do with what I was telling you last night-."

You crack the door just a smidge before fully opening it, revealing your bloodshot eyes and tear stained shirt to him. His breathing hitched once his eyes fixated on your disheveled state.

"Can you comfort me? I need you right now Izuku," your voice cracked a little, throat still tight after the crying session.

His strong, lean arms wrapped around your body momentarily, encasing you into a bear hug. Hugs from Izuku were amazing, no exceptions. He placed a quick peck on the crown of your forehead.

"C'mon, let's get inside and snuggle. How does that sound?" he asked as he unwrapped himself and took your trembling hand, leading you back inside the dimly lit room.

Izuku laid you gently down on your side once reaching the bed, crawling alongside with you before draping the covers over the both of you. His familiar hands snake around your waist and nudges you to roll over. You obliged and shifted your body to face his, sparkly green eyes staring straight at you.

"Tell me, what's wrong baby? Does it have to do with the recent exam?" his thumb started tracing delicate lines on your hips, your uniform long gone and now replaced with comfortable clothes instead.

"I failed Izuku...I did so terrible on the written exam. I kept falling in and out of sleep during the test that I didn't have time to finish the middle portion of it," you exhaled a shaky breath. "Who knows what'll happen on the practical. I'll probably fail that too...I'm such a failure compared to everyone."

Izuku grabbed the tender flesh of your cheeks and directed your vision to level with his. He looked angry and concerned.

"Don't say that y/n! You're not a failure! That exam doesn't determine wether or not if you're good enough to be a hero. I've seen you in action hun, and I know for a fact that you're possibly the most strongest person I've met in my lifetime! You're ambitious, smart, determined, and so freaking beautiful." He then kissed you tenderly on the lips, his eyes closing slightly due to the contact.

"So...freaking...beautiful." He whispers against your mouth.

His sentimental words were enough for you to push back the negativity and simply enjoy the intimate moment.

Izuku lifted his head away from your face to rest it against your temple. "You're going to do great things, okay? One failing grade isn't going to be the end of the world. Trust me sweetheart, I've had my fair share in failures during our time here in Yuuei. But look at me now, still standing."

You nuzzled more into his chest, tickling his chin with your hair. Faintly, you can hear the pitter patter of his heart beat bursting through his rib cage.

"Would you love me even if I was a horrendous looking-failure?" you were clearly teasing him, but sometimes Izuku became dense when it came to that.

"Y/n! W-Why would you ask that! Of course I would you dummy! I'd love you no matter what."

This time you return the favor and kiss him, knowing how to easily fluster him in seconds. He whimpers into your mouth at the sudden contact and cups your jawline affectionately.

The two of you stayed like that till the moon shone through the balcony curtains, illuminating your skin in a dusty glow.

Lips bruised and swollen red, you laid lifelessly in his arms, letting him wove his scarred fingers through your hair. Izuku would occasionally stop to peck your lips, then resumes his attention back to your hair.

"I'm sorry by the way. I shouldn't have kept you up last night before the exam. I'm such a horrible boyfriend..." he admitted suddenly.

"Yes. Yes you are."

He gasped and stopped his movements altogether, obviously taken aback by your blunt words.

You giggled and said, "Kidding. You're the best boyfriend. Apology accepted.”

After hearing that, Izuku shoved himself onto your chest and let out muffled cry. "D-Don't scare me like that. Almost made me have a heart a-attack!"

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Still My Favourite

warnings: none

era: Fall of 2018

❀ JiHo reassures Jeno he’s still her favourite

It was cool fall evening, one of few where JiHo had some time outside of the company and more specifically the practise rooms. With more schedules coming up at the end of the year and the beginning of the following year, it was nice to take a little breather.

Currently, JiHo was sitting in a lesser known park in Seoul. It was one she had gone to a few times before when she was only a trainee. The park was such a nice place to be since the only people that really visited were older couples and very “to-themselves” individuals. The chance that she would get recognised was very small and even if she would be, the people usually didn’t care to point it out or make a big deal out of it. It had happened before with a girl close to her age, but she was so nice to just say hello and went on with her day.

Sat at one of the park benches, JiHo had her knees pulled to her chest. She hadn’t anticipated it getting this cold. It was bearable, luckily, but still she could feel the goose-bumps rise on her skin. Her shorter hair didn’t help the breeze from hitting her exposed neck and the simple leggings and black jumper really didn’t offer her much warmth. Fortunately she knew help was coming soon and the pieces of clothing at least created a barrier between the chilly air and her skin.

JiHo’s eyes wandered around the as good as empty park, peacefulness engulfing her. It was nice to be able to catch a breath and relax after a long week of practises.

So lost in her own thoughts it took the medium sized dog jumping up against the park bench and directly barking at the girl, for JiHo to notice there was a dog in the first place. At the sight of the dog JiHo immediately sat up. She didn’t quite know if dogs could look really happy or smile, but she knew for a fact that this dog was smiling at her. She didn’t hesitate to reach out for the dog and the medium sized pup had seen that as an invite to jump up into her lap.

Dog’s breath isn’t a nice smell, but it had been a while since JiHo had seen or hung out with a dog like this and so she accepted the excessive licking on her face with giggles and a big smile. “Ai- Yasu! No!” A small older lady came jogging up to JiHo and the beige, almost white, dog - apparently named Yasu. JiHo who was still laughing at the dog’s licks and the way they wiggled in her lap, held a hand up to the woman. “Don’t worry, I love dogs.”

The woman’s partner had joined the conversation, pointing out that their dog Yasu usually didn’t care for people so seeing him this excited was somewhat shocking. JiHo had taken it as a massive compliment and when the dog finally settled in her lap, she engulfed him in a big hug. Yasu placed his head on the girl’s shoulder and she could feel him relax.

JiHo and the dog’s owners continued their conversation asking what the girl was doing their alone. She eventually told them she was an idol - she didn’t bring it up at first and tried to avoid telling them but the older woman had a way with words which had her confess her profession - and how she wished she could have a dog. Their conversation was halted when Yasu had started barking. He was still looking over JiHo’s shoulder a growl coming from his belly.

The young idol looked back to see who was approaching and when she noticed who it was she started reassuring the dog. “Yasu, it’s okay, it’s my friend.” She told the dog sweetly while petting his back. “Jeno! Come here!”

Jeno had left about 5 to 10 minutes earlier to get some food at a nearby convenience store. He hadn’t expected to come back to JiHo with any company, let alone this much and company of this kind. Jeno sat down next to JiHo, placing the food behind him so the new 4-footed friend wouldn’t get to it before they could.

“This is Yasu and his lovely parents.” JiHo started introducing. The older couple smiling brightly at the nice introduction, they were impressed by the young foreigner’s manners and social skills. “And this is Jeno.” She introduced to them. Jeno stood up quickly to bow at the elders and sat back down. He reached his hand out to pet Yasu, but quickly retrieved it when Yasu bared his teeth at him. He flinched to which JiHo quickly told Yasu that it was okay and that Jeno was a friendly person.

The 4 of them - well 5 if you count Yasu - talked for another few minutes before the older man spoke up. “I see your friend brought some food, we’ll leave you two alone now.” His wife quietly protested but he brought his arm around her shoulder pulling her close to him. “I know these children are really nice, but I’m getting jealous that your attention is only on them now. It’s usually only on Yasu so I want my time with you as well.” The wife blushed a little bit, called her husband a charmer and turned to the 2 teenagers. “Maybe we’ll see you here again some day. Enjoy your food.” Yasu hesitantly jumped of JiHo’s lap where he had made himself comfortable for the last couple of minutes upon his owner’s call. JiHo and Jeno bowed at them and waved the couple goodbye.

Once they were far enough away, Jeno moved the food between them. Surprisingly the heated up food was still warm enough to enjoy and the other snack foods were just amazing in general. “Yasu was really cute right?” JiHo inquired, shoving some of the noodles in her mouth. Jeno squinted his eyes and hummed reluctantly. It prompted a chuckle from the girl and Jeno sighed. “He didn’t like me.” “I’m sure if we had more time with him that he would warm up to you. His owner’s told me he normally doesn’t care for people anyway.” “But he liked you.” He whined.

The two enjoyed their food together, talking about random things, until dogs came up as a subject again. “I didn’t know you liked dogs so much.” Jeno said and JiHo sighed at that. “I never got to have one, but their were a lot in my area growing up. They’re 100 percent my favourite animal. I wish I could have one.” “Why don’t you get one?” It was so easily asked, but getting a pet took a lot of responsibility and time, time that JiHo did not have. “If I get one now, I know they wouldn’t get the attention they deserve.” A sad smile placed itself on JiHo’s lips and Jeno nodded understandingly.

Jeno and JiHo decided it was getting late and got up to leave. They took their trash and walked over to the trashcan, making sure they didn’t leave anything behind. Not dropping the previous conversation Jeno spoke up. “You could get a dog later? You know in a few years when you’re used to being an idol.” JiHo chuckled once he brought up the subject again. “Why are you so adamant about me getting a dog?” Jeno shrugged. “You just seemed so happy with Yasu.” It should’ve been a good thing, but JiHo wondered why Jeno looked a little down. “Are you jealous? Don’t worry you’re still my favourite puppy.” The girl teased and reached out to ruffle Jeno’s hair. Flustered the boy swatted away her hand and denied her statement. “I’m not jealous! I just think you deserve to be really happy and honestly I haven’t see you smile so bright and for so long as when you did with Yasu in your lap.” JiHo was moved by his words that held so much truth. There was something about dogs, or pets in general, that was so stress relieving. Dogs in particular just want to love and be loved and JiHo loved how pure their intentions were.

Some members had compared her to a cat since she picks and chooses when to be loved and when to give love. Though Yuta had taught her that receiving love, and particularly his, wasn’t really her choice to make. She just had to take it, but she didn’t mind.

Even though JiHo’s really sociable, she does like to have her time alone or at least be somewhere in the back were she can just observe what’s going on without having to be part of it. Her cat-like characteristics were very charming and they contrasted very well with the dog-like characteristics of some of the boys. It was a dog and cat kind of relationship which was adorable in the eyes of those watching.

Knowing that JiHo wanted a dog was surprising to Jeno. She never really brought it up before. After their conversation where she expressed how much she liked the animal Jeno made a mental note to always let her know if their was a dog nearby or send her some dog pictures and memes every once in a while.

“Well don’t worry about it Jeno. I have you and Jungwoo, two puppies is already enough for now.” JiHo smiled as she noticed how the boy wanted to retaliate but ended up swallowing his words. “Maybe one day I’ll get a dog.” She thought out loud which had Jeno, though he didn’t want to admit it, a little excited. “What would you call it?” JiHo acted as if she was in deep thought. “Hm... I don’t know, maybe... Jeno?” She trailed off and then looked at Jeno for a reaction. He didn’t look amused at the teasing in the slightest and brought a hand up to hit her arm, but she took of running. “Sorry not sorry!” “Come back here!” He ran after her. “If I get a cat I’ll call her JiHo then!” He yelled, not caring if anyone else could hear him.

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theuniversitychallengereview · 2 years

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Grand Final Preview - Imperial vs Reading

I have watched the same Yoga With Adriene video about once a week since the end of October. Getting the exact number of views would require scrolling back through a neverending procession of videos about basketball, but I reckon I’ve probably seen it upwards of twenty times.

My hamstrings were giving me jip and stopping me from running, which was messing with my head, so I needed to find a way of dealing with this pain. However, the problem with yoga, for me, is that it is incredibly boring. There’s definitely an element of this which relates to my general lack of attention span which has been cultivated by years of Twitter and Instagram. Yoga doesn’t have the same immediate gratification that a meme does. So, when you’re thirty seconds in and haven’t yet reached that nirvanic zen state that yoga zealots insist will hit you if you just persist, it is easy to give up and switch over to a video about how Steph Curry is the best three-point shooter in the history of the NBA.

Most of my YouTube viewing is done at 2x speed, which freaks a lot of people out. The same is true for Audiobooks, and when people hear how fast I’m listening they don’t understand how I can be understanding anything, which is understandable, but you do get used to it pretty quickly. Now, doing Yoga at 2x is obviously a stupid idea, isn’t it? The whole point of it is that you enter a deep relaxation and centre your thoughts while strengthening your body. But what about watching at 1.5x…?

This was my entry into the world of Yoga, which disgusts everyone I’ve told about it. But my issue with getting started was often that even a relatively short video of twenty minutes would seem insurmountably long, so knocking some time off of that made the whole thing seem like less of an ordeal. And then, watching the same video for a second time, half by chance and half because the stretches in it had really hit the spot, I realised that when I knew what was coming up the whole thing felt shorter as well.

In the same way that when you are making a long journey from A to B, and then back again, the B to A leg will feel significantly shorter than the A to B leg, because you know what to expect. You know how the length of the journey feels, and where and when all of the landmarks will pop up along the way, and for some reason this makes it feel shorter. Knowing where the finish line is makes it easier to reach the finish line.

So I watched it again. And then I watched it at 1.25x, and then at 1x (AKA regular old normal speed). And pretty soon I was just sticking it on whenever I felt like I needed a little stretch. Watching anything twenty times, let alone a twenty minute instructional video about how to strengthen and lengthen the hammies (let’s give those hammies some good, good lovin’, as Adriene says), means that you passively pick up on all of the little details that you might not notice if you only experience something once.

For instance, there’s a moment near the start where Adriene says ‘right foot’ when she means ‘left foot’, and she spends a bit longer on the right leg than the left leg for the first stretch, so I have now started alternating between doing it in the order she says and in reverse, to even things out. And I know exactly when she’s going to crack out her jokes, because they’re the same every time, obviously (although there is one bit where she says ‘good job I wore my leopard pants today’ when talking about downward dog, which I am yet to fully understand. It's clearly meant as a joke, but I’ve been struggling to decipher it for months). In fact, I can pretty much recite the entire video from start to finish, matching her timing and cadence when she fluffs her lines and says things like, ‘the lex foot… the Lex Luthor foot’, or ‘hamstrink… I can’t wait till I get hamstrinks’. There’s a bit where she says ‘that’s what makes the practice lovely’, and the way she says ‘lovely’ reminds me so much of a friend of mine that it’s a bit unnerving.

None of this is that remarkable; my housemate watches Gilmore Girls all the time and can probably quote lines from every single episode before they happen. A colleague of mine can recite the lyrics to whole songs from the mid 2000s which he only ever learned as a joke. Repeated consumption of culture and information stuffs it into our brains like an overfilled burrito.

When something becomes habitual it becomes automatic, unconscious, and we are able to do it without even thinking about it. Some of our habits are so ingrained that we struggle to visualise exactly what we’re doing when we do them, or why. As James Clear says in Atomic Habits,

‘Most of us never give a second thought to the fact that we tie the same shoe first each morning, or unplug the toaster after each use, or always change into comfortable clothes after getting home from work. After decades of mental programming, we automatically slip into these patterns of thinking and acting’.

This sort of thing can be useful in daily life. If we can do something without thinking then it frees up that thinking space for other, more difficult problems, and saves a lot of time. Imagine how long it would take to brush your teeth properly if you’d never brushed your teeth. If you woke up each day and had to get scrubbing with no prior knowledge or muscle memory of how to do it. Like the movie Memento but specifically for dental hygiene.

We’d all be googling ‘How to brush teeth?, ‘Most effective teeth-brushing techniques’, reading Wiki-How articles and watching hour-long YouTube tutorials (on 2x speed, of course). It’d take bloody ages, and our breath would probably still stink. But none of this is the case, because we’ve all done it thousands of times, and the technique we use won’t even register with us. How many of you know which side of your mouth you start on, without actually sticking the brush in there to check?

In University Challenge, the benefit of automatic, unconscious thought is obvious. If you can remember something without even really thinking about it then you’ll be able to buzz in quicker than all of the other contestants. It's not enough to know something, you have to be able to make the associations faster than everyone else. If you’re too busy making the connections from question to answer in your brain - working out which part is linked to that clue, and which part is linked to this clue - then someone is going to beat you to the punch. You need to be able to buzz in and give the answer before you’re even really aware that your finger has moved.

When Ted Loveday buzzed in for Gonville and Caius in the 2015 final after hearing the words ‘meaning said only once’, he was acting purely on instinct. He didn’t have to bring anything together inside his head before giving the answer. Those words acted as an automatic trigger, because his knowledge was so innate. Hapax Legomenon. His team would go on to lift the trophy, comfortably defeating Magdalen College, Oxford.

So, with all of this in mind, I can only presume that Imperial’s Max Zeng has spent at least as much time (and probably a lot longer) studying maps (this is even more true than I thought when I originally wrote it, as we’ll find out later…) as I have watching that one Yoga with Adriene video. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that his ability to answer questions on Geography surpasses even my knowledge of ‘Yoga for Hamstrings’.

He has answered 29 starters correctly this series, which isn’t as many as Reading captain Hutchinson (who has 40, although he has played one more game), but such is his dominance on a certain type of question that I have developed the habit of looking specifically at him before he buzzes in, safe in the knowledge that he’s going to be the one to get it. Supercuts of his exploits have amassed close to 400,000 views on YouTube, and he has generated substantial buzz on Social Media.

According to this article on StraitTimes.com (which I highly recommend reading for more insights into how he has come to retain such a wealth of knowledge on geography - basically, not by memorisation of lists, but a fascination with learning about the ‘relationships between people and places’. I could quote the whole thing here, because it sort of plays into this whole bit about habits (which is fortunate because I hadn’t found that article when I wrote it), but it's probably better if you read it in its entirety), he says he ‘grew up reading atlases’ and ‘estimates that he knows the position of about 10,000 cities or towns on the world map, including human and natural features such as national parks, as well as ancient and historical sites’.

Because he has such a love of the subject, and has spent so much time learning about it, he is able to produce the answers automatically. Indeed, he even says that his thought process for buzzing is binary (honestly, read that article, it's brilliant) - ‘if [he] is asked a question he can answer, he responds by buzzing. If he cannot, he will not buzz’. Simple.

The Reading team, in particular Ounsley and Hutchinson, seem to operate on a more risky basis - sometimes buzzing in if they think they might know it, or if they think they know enough to proffer a guess. Having seen Zeng in action, and indeed having been beaten by Imperial already in the quarter-finals, I expect they will be playing in an even more risky fashion in the final, coming in even earlier when they’re even less sure.

It is Zeng who catches the eye most in terms of automatic recall, because of his very obvious dominance of his specialist subject. But each of his teammates, Fatima Sheriff, Michael Mays and Gilbert Jackson, have subjects that they can be equally as good on. If they weren’t then Imperial wouldn’t have reached the final. As good as Max Zeng is, this tournament isn’t an individual effort.

Automatic recall is one of the reasons that quizzing is so fun. It acts as proof that we do remember the things we learn. Most of the time we won’t be thinking about, for example, Ptolemy’s Map of Ireland (the subject of a particularly gnarly bonus set which Zeng aced), but when we (in this case the collective we refers exclusively to Zeng) hear the question it might reignite some of the joy we felt when learning about it in the first place.

This is obviously a very idealistic and rosy view of quizzing (and apparently seeks to place on some kind of profound pedestal, but if I can bring the analogy back around to basketball - getting a question right is the quizzing equivalent of sinking a basket. And basketball players have practised for years and years to be able to hit the kind of shots they hit on a regular basis. They practise to the point at which they can act purely on instinct. Hapax Legomenon. They have put the hours in, like the rest of us have with brushing our teeth, so when the ball swishes through the basket, they know that it is proof. Proof of their ability and proof of all the work that they have put in up to that point),.

Obviously there are more reasons people enjoy it and obviously not every question will bring with it the kind of joyous invigoration I talked about there, but if we boil it down to its essence, knowing things is a byproduct of having learned things, and learning things is undoubtedly one of the greatest joys life has to offer (am I being grandiose here? I think I probably am, so don’t be too harsh on me because at least I’m aware of it).

Zeng’s buzzing has so far guaranteed Imperial about six starters a game, which gives them a healthy head start, and considering that Sheriff, Mays and Jackson are no slouches either, Reading will probably have to get quite brave on the buzzer to try and steal some of Zeng’s points if they are going to win this Grand Final. They’ll have learned from their defeat in the quarter-final and will come in to this confident off the back of an impressive win over Edinburgh in the semi-finals, but it’ll be a tough ask to overcome a strong Imperial side, who operate in such an automatic manner.

The University Challenge Grand Final takes place on Monday, 8.30pm, BBC2

#bbc2 #university challenge #reading #imperial #quizzy mondays #jeremy paxman #grand final

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superlinguo · 3 years

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10 years of Superlinguo

Superlinguo started as a blog ten years ago on April 12, 2011.

A very brief history

Superlinguo began as a collaborative project with Georgia Webster, who I knew through community media. Georgia had done a linguistics major a year or two ahead of me, and the blog was a fun way for us both to engage in linguistics. We had originally planned to start a podcast, but it turned out to be too difficult for us to schedule recordings, so we started the blog instead. It took us a few months to get around to buying the domain name, after starting out (and remaining) on Tumblr, but we started the twitter account at the same time as the blog. Georgia slowly stepped away as her (non-linguist) work commitments grew, and by 2016 this enterprise was exclusively mine. Many people have only ever known Superlinguo as a solo project, but the collaborative origins were so crucial to me finding the rhythm, voice and motivation to keep the blog going in the early days.

Originally, we would post three times a week. That makes me exhausted to think about now. I dropped posting frequency down, and by 2017 I was posting once a week, and have been able to maintain that schedule ever since.

Superlinguo has evolved as my interests and skills have evolved. It started very generally as a way for us to engage with topics in the news and meme-scape. I tried out lots of different types of posts, some of which stuck and others didn’t. As I finished grad school and moved through eight years of contract jobs in different countries, Superlinguo became a place for me to collate and share my work across other platforms, make accessible summaries of my research and share research or ideas that amuse me. As a result of finding a role for Superlinguo, over the years the relationship between this blog and my professional life has shifted. It started as an anonymous blog that I assured my supervisors did not interfere with my PhD writing, to something that I do in work time as part of my commitment to making research accessible and engaging. Superlinguo now acts as a long-term personal memory device, typos and all.

Regular features, then and now

There are a few types of posts that have remained since the early days of the blog, including book reviews for fiction, non-fiction, and kids book. I’ve also done annual posts on the etymology of Christmas words, and most years we’ve had an annual end-of-year post full of linguistic-themed gifts. I also write summaries of academic articles I publish, although I’ve never collated them (here are a few).

Superlinguo linguistics books list - fiction and non-fiction

Linguistics Books for Kids - the Superlinguo list

Christmas words: The full Superlinguo list

Seasonal gift guide

I’ve been running the Linguistic Job interview series since 2015, and doing annual summary posts since 2016. Since 2017 I’ve been regularly updating a list of linguistics podcasts. From time-to-time I also share a By Lingo piece that I write for The Big Issue.

Superlinguo Linguist Job Interviews full list

Year in review posts

Linguistics and Language Podcasts

By Lingo posts

There are a few types of posts from the early days of the blog that haven’t survived. Things we wish English had was a way for me to explore interesting linguistic features while having fun picking on English for being deficient. We also used to have monthly link-o-rama posts of things we’d seen online. I imagine they’re link graveyards now. We also put out some teacher resources when we’d make them for workshops, but we just started pointing people to other resources instead.

Things we wish English had

Link-o-rama

Teacher resources

A lot of earlier posts were also much shorter and based on linguistic observations about memes or news. I do much more of that ephemeral posting on Twitter these days.

Stats stats stats

Since 2011 there have been 1182 posts. The blog has just over 38,000 Tumblr followers (although I imagine many of them are ghosts these days). The biggest posts (based on Tumblr traffic) is this summary of research on the gestures of blind people, which has 51,573 notes.

I still have great affection for Tumblr as a platform. There’s still a thriving, nerdy community of curious people on here, although perhaps we’re not as young and active as the heydays of the platform at the start of the 2010s.

Blogging the future

Superlinguo and I have settled into a comfortable internet middle age routine. It’s sustainable, it fits in with the rest of my work life, and it still fills me with so much joy to share linguistics and my work on this blog. Internet platforms and fads come and go, and I’m sure I’ll start more lingcomm projects in the future, but Superlinguo is my cosy home on the internet, and I look forward to welcoming you back in the future.

Happy 6th birthday Superlinguo!

5 years of Superlinguo

These were, apparently, the only other years I celebrated with posts!

#language #linguistics #superlinguo #anniversary #decade

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE THAT “and the was one very small bed” POST THAT YOU REBLOGGED A BEEFY BUCKY FIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE

Hungry Eyes (and one very small bed)

Pairings: Beefy Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,892

Summary: You and Bucky have been ‘eyeing’ each other for a while and when you finally get some alone time together on a mission things take a turn and all it took was one really small bed.

Author’s Note: I had reblogged this wonderful post that my beautiful friend @randomfandompenguin tagged me in with the ‘one bed’ meme and a picture of our favorite Beefy Bucky...and when I got his request I couldn’t resist! Hope you like it and thank you! :)

Warnings: fluff, very tiny angst, and lots and lots of SMUT (sitting on Bucky’s face because that is the dream...) 18+ eyes only please

You felt it every moment you were around each other. Team dinners, missions, game nights, any time you were in the same room you felt his eyes on you. Those beautiful blue eyes that held so much in their dept, you couldn’t look away.

It’s morning and you’re speaking with Steve during breakfast and you feel the weight of his stare. It was comfortable, like a warmth you felt in your soul but laced with a burning heat you couldn’t ignore. You glance up and meet his eyes, a sparkle of something you can’t quite place but somehow you know it, because you feel it too.

You knew you couldn’t hide what was there when you looked into his eyes, it was written all over you, like someone scribbled the words of your heart across your skin. Your skin, that was set aflame with every thought of him, every brush of skin, every smile.

You wanted to believe it was the same for him, that the same electricity ran through his veins at the very sight of you but acting on these feelings was proving to be a whole different story.

He set your soul on fire and you were so afraid of being burned you never said a word to him.

You’re in your room reading when you get the text from Steve, meeting stat in the conference room, so you throw on your slippers and head over.

You’re surprised to find that Bucky is the only other person there besides Steve as he greets you with a warm smile. You sit in the chair next to him and look up at Steve, eyebrow raised, “what’s going on, Cap,” you ask, your voice smooth despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Steven explains that you and Bucky have been chosen for an undercover mission that requires you to take out a powerful Hydra agent in a very quiet way. He briefs you on everything, answering all your questions until all three of you are satisfied.

This isn’t the first time you and Bucky will be on a mission together but it’s the first time it will be just the two of you. “This will be easy for us, y/n,” Bucky says as you walk out of the conference room, “we can pull this off no problem.” Your heart swell at his confidence, hoping that maybe there is more meaning to his words, “you’re right, piece of cake, Buck, I’m looking forward to it,” you say with a smile before heading back to your room for the night.

You can’t sleep, spending the whole night going over different scenarios in your head about how this will pan out, this is the most alone time you two have had since you met. You desperately want to run to Bucky’s room and tell him how you feel, now afraid that you’ll somehow screw up the mission because your feelings will get in the way. You finally fall asleep, his eyes the last thing you remember, your dreams filled with the feeling of his hands on your body and a never-ending ache between your legs.

You sleep late the next morning, happy to have been able to rest and take the afternoon to prepare for leaving for the mission at night. Bucky stops by to check on you and you can’t help but notice he seems fidgety, perhaps he is feeling nervous too? “Hey, doll, you almost ready? Need me to help with anything?” he asks, the use of the pet name causing your body to instantly heat up, “no thanks, Bucky, all set,” you manage to croak out with a smile.

You have to travel to a small town in upstate NY where the target owns a very large piece of land, take him down, then head in the opposite direction to a safe point Steve gave you and lay low until you get the signal.

Naturally, everything goes off without a hitch, the two of you in sync, reading each other so well you even surprise Steve at how quickly you complete your task. You hop into the and speed off to the safe point, adrenaline coursing through you both and you can’t stop your hands as they seem to find Bucky’s arm, shoulder or leg as you talk through the mission.

You finally turn down a winding dirt road and at the end find a small log cabin set back behind some tall evergreens, “honey, we’re home,” Bucky jokes, eyes sparkling but you notice he has a death grip on the steering wheel. “It looks cute, let’s go, I’m dying for a shower!” you say, energy still high as you jump out of the car.

You enter the house, splitting up to check for anything suspicious and return satisfied it’s safe, so you lock everything down. “I’m gonna grab that shower now, I won’t be too long, so you still have some hot water,” you tell him, giggling as you grab your bag and head to the bathroom. You feel his eyes on you and you want to turn around but decide to take a more teasing approach and put a bit more sway in your hips, pretending to drop something from your bag and bending down to retrieve it before opening the door to the bathroom. You swear you hear this breath hitch at your actions, and it gives you some renewed courage.

You leave the bathroom in nothing but a towel, hair damp and draped over your shoulder while you search for Bucky. It doesn’t take you long considering the cabin is small and you find him in the bedroom, searching through his bag, “hey y/n, are there any towels here, I…” he trails off as he looks up, eyes darkening at your appearance.

“There’s only one towel, Buck,” you say, motioning to yourself, “I forgot mine too.” You stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, your body shivering under his gaze and you make yourself look away before you drop the towel and launch yourself at him. That’s when you notice there’s only one bed too...”I uh, I’ll be right back, just gonna change and hang this so it’s at least a little drier for you,” you mumble, turning on your heel and making a beeline back to the bathroom.

You emerge just a few minutes later, wearing your pajamas, the soft fuzzy shirt falling off your shoulder and the sleep shorts just a little shorter than what you would usually wear, “it’s all yours and hopefully the towel isn’t too wet,” you say as Bucky’s eyes trail from your face all the way down your body. He audibly swallows before answering, “thanks doll, be right out,” and stalks toward the bathroom.

You decide to take out your book and sit on the bed to read, trying to look as relaxed as possible. Your plan was working as you got deeper into the story and almost forgot Bucky would be out of the shower soon. “Thanks for leaving me some hot water, that felt good,” Bucky says as he enters the room and you look up, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as you take in the sight before you. Bucky’s hair is still slightly wet and tucked behind his ears, his light beard casting the perfect shadow on his jaw and his bare chest on display, “forgot my tee shirt,” he says, smirking as he walks toward his bag on the bed, rummaging through it for what feels like forever.

He pulls it on and you watch, licking your lips as his sweatpants dip dangerously low on his hips with the lift of his arms, “no problem, Buck, cold showers are the worst,” you reply, trying to keep your tone light. He smiles, moving over to the other side of the bed and asking, “reading anything good?”

You start to tell him about your book as he sits on the bed, inching closer with each passing word and you can feel your face heating up. He must notice the redness in your cheeks because he quickly pulls back saying, “don’t worry, I’m going to sleep on the floor, you take the bed,” as he starts to get up.

You grab his hand, effectively stopping him in his tracks, “no, I don’t want you sleeping on the floor, it’s fine, you can share the bed with me,” you say, voice nothing more than a whisper as you try and hold his gaze. “Are you sure, doll, I’m gonna take up a lot of space, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady, “this bed is really small.” “I’m sure, Buck, just get in,” you reply quickly, before you lose your nerve.

His face lights up as he grabs his own book before settling down on the other side of the bed, “thanks, I appreciate it,” he adds, relaxing and opening the book. You two read in comfortable silence for a few minutes but every so often Bucky shifts his body causing his thigh to brush yours or his shoulder to bump you, and you can feel your body heat rising. You clear your throat and take a sip of your water, trying to focus on the words on the page but you keep reading the same sentence over and over, hyperaware of Bucky so close, his smell permeating the small space and invading your senses.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Bucky close his book with a deep breath and just as you turn your head to look his way he does the same and you end up with your faces inches apart, his warm breath fanning over your cheek. “Are you ok, doll?” he asks, eyes roaming your face and landing on your lips, “anything I can do?” he adds, eyes dark as he slowly brings his mouth closer, his hand creeping up to brush against your jaw.

You close your eyes and inhale, unable to restrain yourself any longer, whispering, “kiss me, Bucky, please.” His lips are soft and warm as they tentatively move over yours, the hand on your cheek snaking behind your neck as he gently grips it and pulls you closer.

The feeling of finally kissing him is euphoric as you moan into his mouth and it spurs him into action as he grabs your waist and lifts you into his lap, hands now roaming your body as his kiss becomes more dominant.

He pulls away for a split second, cradling your face in his hands, “I’ve wanted this for so long, baby girl, but you tell me to stop if it’s not what you want,” he says, eyes searching yours for any sign of apprehension. “I want you, Bucky, I have since the beginning, please,” you tell him, smoothing your hands over his chest and shoulders while rocking your hips, feeling his hardness between your legs.

He lets out a growl, smashing his lips to yours once again and with renewed vigor, his inhibitions gone as he pulls at your clothing, wanting to get his hands on you. He gets your shirt off, his hands exploring your naked skin with worship, “more beautiful than my dreams, doll, and believe me, I’ve thought about how soft your skin would feel many times,” he tells you, smirking as he takes in your flushed face and swollen lips.

Your hands finger the hem of his shirt, lightly brushing the sensitive skin above his pants and you feel his abs tighten, “I’m glad to hear it because I can’t remember the last night I went to bed without you on my mind, what I wanted you to do to me,” you whisper in his ear, slowly dragging his shirt up.

He moves forward and removes his shirt, loving how your breath once again catches at the sight of his naked chest. You can’t stop your hands as they delicately touch every inch of him, the feel of his hard muscles causing your pussy to clench around nothing, and you push down on him looking for some friction.

He grabs your hips to still your movements, eyes boring into yours as he says, “I want you to sit on my face, baby, let me taste you.” You feel a new wave of wetness between your legs at his words, moving off his lap, “take your shorts off for me baby, let me see you,” he says, licking his lips as you slowly peel them down your legs.

You’re in nothing but your bra and panties as you crawl back onto the bed, squeezing his thick thighs as you move up his body, rubbing against his erection before sitting on his chest. His hands knead your ass cheeks, thumbs hooking into your panties and tugging as he helps you out of them, “so wet for me, baby, can’t wait to get my mouth on your pussy.” He positions you over his face, his hot breath on your core making you moan with want as you carefully lower yourself onto his mouth.

The first stroke of his tongue has your hands flying to his hair, grasping the soft locks between your fingers and grinding down, your hips moving of their own accord as you feel him push between your dripping folds.

His grip on your ass is bruising as he licks and sucks your clit, savoring every moment as you ride his face and come undone. You don’t last long, his tongue expertly working you over until you’re clutching the headboard and screaming his name as you come all over his face.

He holds you steady as you come down from your orgasm, chest heaving with every breath and legs shaky, kissing your inner thighs as he gently lays you on the bed and rolls on top of you.

Bucky showers you in soft kisses, loving how supple your body feels beneath his and you relish in the feel of the weight of his large body, “that was amazing, Bucky, so much better than my dreams,” you murmur, still feeling the effects of his tongue and add, “I can’t wait to have your cock inside me.”

He pushes his hips into yours, lips finding your neck as he trails kisses down to your shoulders and chest, freeing your breasts from your bra and sucking each nipple into his mouth. You arch into him, hands hooking into the waistband of his pants and pulling down, needing to feel him skin on skin, “please, Bucky, take these off,” you request softly, melting under him.

He sits up to remove his pants, sliding up your body as his hands find your breasts once again, lightly massaging the soft tissue and he says, “I can’t wait to be inside this pussy, baby,” before gradually gliding into you, every inch of him stretching you perfectly.

He bottoms out with a grunt and you hook your heels around his waist, rolling your hips up and into him, silently begging him to move. He pulls back out slowly, lips connecting with yours as he then thrusts back in. His pace is deliberate at first, the slow drag of his cock rubbing your clit and making you cry out for more, “Bucky, please, fuck me harder.”

His continues to move tantalizingly slow until and it isn’t until finally rake your nails down his back, clenching your walls around him that he loses control, bringing his hips up and snapping back as he drives you into the mattress.

Every hard thrust of his cock has the coil in your stomach tightening further, the sound of the headboard hitting against the wall mixing with your moans. You bring his head up from the crook of your neck to look into his eyes, the same eyes that have followed you all this time, the restrained heat you saw now intense and uninhibited.

“Bucky, I’m gonna…oh, fuck,” you cry out as your vision blurs and you soak his cock, each spasm of your walls bringing him closer to his finish. A few more pumps and you feel his cock pulse inside you, his cum painting your walls as his orgasm rips through him.

He slumps on top of you while still holding most of his weight up and you run your fingers down his back and squeeze his ass, giggling as he squirms above you. He slowly pulls out and rolls over, pulling you onto his chest, one hand around your waist and the other carded through your hair.

“I never thought I would be so thankful for one small bed,” Bucky says, laughing into your hair, “but it finally gave me the nerve to make a move,” he adds, smile infectious. “Me too, and let’s be honest, you barely fit in this bed by yourself so it’s a lot easier if I’m on top of you or under you,” you say, your tone suggestive, pressing your body closer to his. “Mmmm this is true,” he drawls, skillfully pulling you up until you’re completely on top of him and can feel his half hard cock between your legs. You whimper as he rolls his hips, bringing his lips to your ear and whispering, “now I want you to ride my cock, baby, fuck me until you come all over it.”

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ragegrove · 3 years

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but I wanna know all the replies to the Childhood Asks 🥺

you asked for all of them so you shall receive all of them bc you got bestie privileges. ( haha true, but since i got a few asks curious about billy's childhood-- i decided to do them all on one post )

* 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒. / status: always accepting memes

@flayedprincss . . .

what were they like as a child? the polar opposite to what he is now. summer was creeping in and school was about to break loose, that meant more time spent at the beach and more time to do all those fun things his mother promised they’d do while they were chatting down the boardwalk and billy was talking his mother’s ear off like pure usual when it was just the two of them. things always fell silent at home, he never spoke much at all when neil was in the house. he was becoming too old to hold his mother’s hand-- almost going for seven this coming november. but he was used to it and he had an attachment to his mother, it might’ve been an only child thing. or maybe it was just a thing he wasn’t ready to grow out of yet. he loved it when there were too many people around and his mother’s sweet voice would say, ‘hold my hand billy’, like that evening walking down the boardwalk. he’d smile and fingers would cling to her hand, then right as they were entering the seashell shop an elderly man was stepping up on one of the steps before he tripped and fell. billy’s jaw dropped and concern filled his blue eyes, “look, mom. shouldn’t we help him?” he quickly questioned, he’s going to spring into action regardless. “of course we should, billy.” he hurries and takes the old man’s hand, using all the strength he has in his arms to help him up then with the aid of his mother taking his other hand they get him up just fine and unscathed. “are you okay?” small voice, that’s still so concerned about him questions the elder. “i’m okay thanks to you...” smiling, he looks so impressed and surprised, “what a sweet young boy you are. you’ll grow up to be a fine young man one day.” it leaves billy grinning, happy and feeling good he helped someone and got complimented like that. that day he hoped he would grow up to be as awesome as that man said he would be. ….ten years went by and he wasn’t that same boy anymore. the disaster he had become since that spring day.

what was their childhood like? did they have a good one or a bad one? torturous. always waiting for the next blow up between his parents, when he could only hide between the trashcan and kitchen counter for so long before he had to come running to save his mother from his father’s wrath. he always knew when it’d happen, too. at six years old billy would listen for the change in his father’s voice, it’d raise to a certain notch, his heart would leap out of his chest and then he’d come charging with fear pounding at his rib cage but the need to save his mother from being hurt overpowered that. there were...SOME days that could go good. when neil had to stay out at work later, it could just be him and his mom at home. he’d sit on her lap while she’d band-aid his knees, she’d baby him and he loved every second of it. he’d say the kids at school pushed him down but in truth, he caused his scraped knees himself. for attention. other good days were either surfing with his mom or her showing him things on her car-- underneath the hood where the interesting stuff was. she’d show him the basic things and he’d ask a million questions. or when she’d make them simple sandwiches but it felt like a grand dinner because they’d make a blanket palette in the floor, spread out crayons and markers and color in coloring books with scooby doo or designs of cars. “that one, mom. that one is going to be mine and i’ll share it with you. i’ll let you ride my car.” he giggled, pointing at the one called a Chevy ‘CAMARO’, he was coloring it blue outside the lines. “okay, billy. you buy us that one and i’ll be the happiest girl in the world to ride a car like that one!” that’s what he loved about his mother, she encouraged him. he felt like he could do anything and that one day his dreams really would come true of having the coolest car in the world-- this camaro.

where did they go to school? were they a good student? what was their favorite class? he went to school in california all of his life until half way into high school. he was a good student all up until his family split up and then he started developing issues on trying to concentrate. he went from a timid, sweet little kid who did his work and never gave any teacher trouble to acting out and failing everything on purpose. detention started becoming a normal thing by junior high every friday, blowing off homework, talking back to teachers and getting in fights with kids who picked on him or kids he just didn’t like— whenever it suited Billy’s sudden mood swings best.

what kind of hairstyle did they have? his hair was much shorter, he didn’t grow it out until the end of junior high, when all the long haired rock n roll bands emerged to the music scene and he wanted to look like that too. it was way more blond than it is now, a bunch of sunshine colored curls piled cutely on top of his head.

what did their childhood bedroom look like? it was painted blue with orange curtains, orange was trending in the 70s. he had a blue and orange quilt with basketballs and teddy bear faces across the pattern from age 3-7. carpet was brown and he had shelves next to the bed that had his basketball trophies on, stuffed animals, (his favorite teddy bear stayed stuffed under his orange pillow so his dad couldn’t destroy that one in case he ever wanted to take his anger out on his special things), his seashell collection. then in a wooden bench that sat at the foot of his bed, he had basketballs and tons of toy cars piled in it.

did they have a favorite toy? why? what was it? do they still have it? the teddy bear his mom gave him when he was a baby, he just formed an attachment with the thing like he’s always done with things he really loves. he thinks he doesn’t have it but it’s actually stuffed in one of the boxes he hasn’t unpacked since moving from california. he thought his dad finally found it and threw it out, but it’s been stored away in an old shoe box this whole time.

what was their favorite fairytale? he didn’t like fairytales, he liked books about cars. (of course, lol.) anything to do with cars he was interested.

are there many photos of them or not? they're scarce.

did they have friends? how many? who were they? are they still in contact with them? he couldn’t keep friends because he became super hostile about people around the 5th grade. then in high school, he just automatically became popular for being the cutest guy in school and a really good basketball star. still, he had no real friends-- only people he'd consider as friends wasn't his fellow jocks but his fellow rock n rollers. anybody he could jam to rock music with, was his closest thing to a friend. but there was one girl he had a crush on in 9th grade who he considered someone he was relaxed with. that was fleeting, however.

what kind of tv shows were they watching in their childhood? what was their favorite one? from 3-6 he loved sesame street, then when he was getting older and into bigger kid cartoons he enjoyed the pink panther, tom and jerry, flinstones, scooby doo.

what were their hobbies? do they still have any of them? cars, basketball, surfing. all things he still loves to do.

what was their favorite game? tag and truth or dare.

was there any kind of food they hated? why? has it changed later in life? cheeseburgers or pizza with toppings, now he likes both with plenty of toppings. he hated broccoli and peas and still hates those. he never has preferred pancakes, he likes waffles way better.

did they have a crush on someone in their childhood? there’s been a few girls, but it was a dark haired girl in 9th grade he was really after. it didn’t work out but in the end he found better qualities in a girl similar to her once he moved to hawkins-- heather holloway.

#headcanon.#st rp #billy hargrove rp #and there i even found an aesthetic icon for the way i vision baby billy looked like <3 #cute chubby cheeks. big blues and lots of blond lil curls

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