#pfft this is such a downer

[x-crowmancer-x]

Been thinking about QSMP,

Thinking about Tallulah feeling abandoned

Thinking about Richarlyson being reckless

Thinking about Chayanne trying to stay strong

Thinking about Pomme being afraid of dying

Thinking about Trumpet waiting for so long

Thinking about Leonarda feeling isolated

Thinking about Bobby being violent to others

Thinking about Tilin wanting a good home

Thinking about Ramón wanting the best for his dad

Thinking about Dapper living with trauma

Thinking about Juanaflippa losing her bestfriend

Thinking about Pepito feeling lonely

Thinking about Sunny feeling self conscious

Thinking about Empanada being anxious

[lunarfly-studios]

What are your favourite stuffs about Christmas? 🎄🎅🤶🧑‍🎄

Egh, i'm gonna be honest with ya chief, I'm less and less wild about Christmas as time wears on.

Don't get me wrong, I love the vibes and the intent and the positive effects it can have on the world at large, but years of stressful holidays and an awareness of the negative impact of hyperconsumerism/capitalism have kind of tainted it for me a little.

I can only half get into it from a religious perspective these days cause most Christian holidays actually have Pagan origins; and it's not in an 'ew paganism bad' kind of way, it's more 'is it my holiday to celebrate if it was originally Pagan?'

But that's getting into a debate on how much the past of a holiday should impact how we view and celebrate it today, and I'm not educated enough for that nor do I have enough spoons for it. It's just something I sometimes think about.

You'd think it'd be at least presents, but idk. I find myself wanting less and less these days beyond "Idk just wire me some money ig, i can commission art, order myself stuff, save up, and buy Genshin/Star Rail stuff that way". Honestly, $150 so I can buy Argenti in Star Rail before his banner passes would get me the most excited rn, he's the only physical unit who can hit multiple targets at once, jUST LET ME HAVE THIS

Tradition kind of died once all the kids in our immediate family grew up and there was no holiday magic to keep up. We briefly picked it back up when one of my brothers got married to welcome his wife into the family, but after that, we fell out of the routine.

Maybe when my brothers and I have kids we'll pick it back up again to make it special for the babies, but for now? not so much

BUT I'LL GRANT IT TWO THINGS: FOOD AND MUSIC.

The food around the holidays is always top tier in my house. No matter what other sides we might have, we always make honey ham, mashed potatoes, and corn pudding every year and it sLAPS. (Whether we make a turkey or two small chickens depends on our budget lol)

The corn pudding/casserole especially hits a special soft spot for me every year cause it's one of the handful of things that survived when the Native Cherokee side of my family had to assimilate a few generations back.

plus it's just really freakin' yummy

As for music, it's not so much the modern Christmas songs or the oldie Christmas songs in and of themselves. For me, it's specifically how they're played. My dad has an old vintage record player, and we'll play old vintage records on it from time to time.

Often times, it's Christmas music he ends up playing, and it just gives the house a relaxing, nostalgic kind of atmosphere. It's cozy.

[b4b3tte]

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Rocky invites you to his place after a short date but thing is you didn’t expect the outcome.

Contains of — Rocky’s turtles, his decent couch, endless amount of snacks in his fridge and a kiss at the end🤭

Visualization — Rocky and Adrian date scene<3

Babette’s note — you know the scene where rocky takes Adrian for their first date and invites her to his place and they kiss at the end, it’s basically this but with you as Adrian and a semi switch of script, it’s set in the first rocky film! Not proofread <3

- you and rocky are walking back to a set of some apartments while talking well mainly him but it’s still conversation.

- after he calls someone a bum he speaks up saying “ I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts “

- you chuckle and respond with a “ yeah? You think so? “

- “ yeah, I’m dumb your shy what do you think huh “

- he smiles then slightly pats your shoulder and drops his hand down after doing so

- you were rewinding your guys conversation together and went back to the topic of him being a fighter so

- you spoke up about it. “ hm, I don’t..understand why anyone would want to be a fighter “

- “ hey you’ve gotta be a moron, you got to be a moron to want to be a fighter “ he states, while taking the cigarette out of his mouth

- you looked at him confused at first thinking he got into the fighting industry because he enjoyed it, I guess not

- with rocky still ranting he continues expressing the stupidity-ness with his hands, while looking back at you “ you know what I mean? “

- he ends his sentence with a strong “ it’s a racket that you’re almost guaranteed to end up a bum “

- you slighty frown at the comment so I guess you reassure him that You don’t view him as one “ I don’t think you’re a bum “

- “ well I’m atleast half a bum, you know “

- you guys reach to the front of the stairs which you assume is his apartment which leaves you kinda nervous

- but you forget about your anxiety when he speaks up again “ I’ll tell you one thing, worst thing about fighting is the morning after“

- rocky then leans on the brick wall with the cigarette in his mouth still expressing the “ pain “ he has in the morning afterwards with his hands

- “ I’ll tell you, yeah the morning after fighting your nothing but a large wound you know what I mean“

- you look down and chuckle while shaking your head not knowing how to respond but luckily he continues talking

- “ sometimes I got pains all over me I feel like calling a taxi to take me from the bed to the bathroom “

- you were impressed by how much he was talking, as someone who never spoke up it seemed like a whole lot but what can you say it’s rocky we are talking about

- “ you know what I mean, your hair hurts, your eyes hurt, your face looks all busted up your hands are swollen you know “

- he starts to walk up closer until he turns to his side to show you his side profile mainly pointing towards his nose

- “ look at this face, sixty-four (64) fights, look at that nose, see that nose? “

- he looks back at you kind of expecting an answer from you which luckily you caught on on

- you nod and respond with a “ yeah what about it “

- “ about it? That nose ain’t never been broken before sixty-four (64) fights I had guys busting on it, I had guys chewing on twisting punching it “

- towards the end of that sentence he makes slightly light uppercut punches towards you as an example of what happened to his nose in previous fights

- “ I mean, whack, tsh, pfft, boom. These guys hitting my nose all the time never broke it, “

- he puts his finger under the tip of his nose pushing it up showing how it’s never been broken. “ I’m very proud of that it’s rare, that’s rare “

- you hate to be the Debbie-downer of things but you still showed your concern for rocky. “ why do you do it if it hurts “

- when rocky turns up to go walk on the stairs he says “ why do you think? “

- you grab the stair handle and make some sorta swing on it and responding back with “ causeeee, you can’t sing or dance?

- “ yeah something like that “ he opens the front protective door and leans on it pointing his finger towards the door saying “ hey wanna come inside “

- this was the part you got anxious, there was an awkward silence for awhile, because you kept looking down but you’d figured it’d be easier if you told him it was late instead of staying quiet

- “ erm no I gotta go it’s kinda late “ before you even spat out your sentence you can already feel his disappointment in your response, trying to pursue you to come inside again

- “ hey come on, hey I got some animals I got these rare very rare animals inside, come on “ he was gonna say come on again until you cut him off with a “ no no I gotta go “

- he can feel your uncomfortableness so he tries to crack a joke to let the intensity down “ I gotta go too, I gotta go to the bathroom come on! “

- you really wanted to come inside but your nervousness got the best of you and told you no you gotta go which made you tell rocky that as well, “ no I really gotta go “

- “ hey I got, hey look at this face is that a face you can trust? You can trust or what? Huh? Is it?Gotta stick this face on a stamp what do you think? *chuckle* huh, come on “ he walks into the building with a come on

- after being pursued you still decided to stay outside to see what he would ( totally not because you were hesitant ) he gets his head out of the door frame making a hand motion to invite you in “ yo! Come on “

- you still waited outside.

- from the building rocky just slightly opens the door more open, from your view it just looks like it’s only his hand pushing it open

- it took you awhile but you eventually just took a deep breathe in and out and took your first few steps on the stairs, you stopped again

- and looked at the building number “ 1818 “ and walked the rest of the steps closing the door behind you. As you walk behind rocky to his apartment he opens the door turning on the light switch

- with an sound effect “ click “ he slightly stands behind the door making a motion to let you inside closing the door afterwards.

- you look around making a quick observation before he can catch you intensely staring at the whole place thankfully he spoke up “ Yo! Y/n you hungry? “

- at first you just look down and shake your head in a response of no but he continued to insist on you eating something

- “ I got some things in there I got uh if you like soda some donuts or something “

- you just lightly smile and respectfully decline again “ no thank you “

- “ you sure? A couple of cupcakes huh? No ? I think I got uh some chocolate in there, no? “

- you shake your head again and just awkwardly stand there watching him remove his leather jacket and hat

- you were looking around the place until your eyes made back to him and saw him taking off both his vest and turtleneck

- leaving him in his white ripped tank top, you visibly got flustered and red, more then you should’ve to be honest

- but you were also confused it was freezing in the apartment. After he throws his vest and turtle neck on the counter he says “ it’s hot in here you know “

- you definitely do not know, it was extremely chilly and his apartment window was half opened so you figured he just took of his shirts on purpose

- snapping you out of your thinking he turns to this wall with a record player, turning it on “ I can go for some music “

- he walks forward to this small table with two bowls grabbing the “ rare “ animals he was talking about

- “ yo! Y/n these are the exotic animals I was telling you about“ he makes 2 or 3 steps with the turtles on his hands lifting them “ these are my buddies cuff and link “ he smiles.

- you have to admit when he smiles it’s definitely quite cute but you didn’t show that’s what you thought and replied deadpan like. “ I sold them to you “

- as hes placing cuff and link down he looks at you saying “ sure I know you sold them to me, remember you were working at that pet shop huh? “

- “ first day yous was there and I came in and bought both these animals huh, yeah I remember that, I came in and bought this bowl, and I bought the uh..um.. the animals themselves, the food the marbles that go on the bottom there, and that mountain “

- he demonstrates the mountain size he bought with his hands continuing on “ remember that mountain I had to get rid of that mountain though because they kept falling over and flipping you know what I mean “ he wipes his hands on his pants

- and he removes the newspaper’s off the couch letting himself sit on it. “ yo, why don’t you come on over and sit down…hm…it’s a nice couch I don’t know…there’s uh..big bugs over there you know it’s safer over here…you wanna sit down? “

- after staring at the floor for what seemed like forever you finally make eye contact with him slowly walking up towards the couch

- you look around trying to find an excuse to stall sitting next to him, ah ha, you find some pictures taped on the mirror and wall which you quickly walk up too

- you point at the black and white photo of this couple asking “ uh these your parents? “

- looking at the view of your back from the couch he says “ yeah that’s both of them there “

- you nod and look at other photos until you see one that made you giggle, a baby picture of him you say as you point towards the picture “ is this you? “

- still looking at the view of your back, he looks at you up and down making an upside down smile ( like a frown smile )

- and chuckles nodding with “ yeah that’s me when I was eight years old that’s the Italian stallion when he was a baby “

- you place the photo back where it was and walk towards to what seems like to be a beaten up mattress but look at ground instantly again when he says

- “ why don’t you come on on and make yourself comfortable, relax “ you look back at him and respond with a concerning tone “ do you have a phone? “

- he seems hesitant to respond quickly but he ends up saying “ nah I got no phone I had it pulled you know cause people calling all the time and uh..who needs the aggravation right..interruptions…”

- (INTERRUPTIONS??? Rocky boy what do you mean 😩)

- after what it seems like forever he finally says or asks the important question “ uhh who’d you want to call? “

- you were shockingly nervous to respond back to his question but you were getting really anxious that it slipped out sorta instantly “ I wanna let my brother know where I am”

- “ why? “ at that point he was really worried if he scared you or made you uncomfortable with anything he said

- you bum your gums and look up saying “ I think he might be worried “ he says while getting up from the couch “ well I’ll call your brother if that’s the problem “

- he fully opens the window until the little click sound is heard, he sticks his head out and yells so loudly “ YO PAULIE!YOUR SISTERS WITH ME!ILL CALL YOU BACK LATER!…SEE YA! “

- after that obnoxious yell for your brother he closes the window and wipes his hands on his pants waiting for that satisfaction to appear on your face

- but it never came, he figured it was the way he lived, how he has everything and how messy everything was, he didn’t entirely blame you it was dirty and not pleasant

- but he hoped and didn’t expect you to be that type of gal, he didn’t know you cared about those things so he was just blunt and straight forward

- “ whats the matter, you don’t like the room do you.. “ he looked upset and him staring you up and down didn’t make it any better

- you weren’t that type of person, you didn’t care how someone lived or where they lived, whatever works you know, whatever is affordable so when he said that

- you were being completely honest and truthful when you responded with “ it’s fine, it doesn’t bother me at all “ you hoped he knew you were being sincere

- “ well it’s only temporary you know its not bad “ you nodded and added “ yeah it isn’t “ rocky looks down than back up signing deeply while walking towards you

- making you a little intimated especially the size difference you two have. He stands tall in-front of you, putting his hands on top of this pipe above him looking down at you

- your body language automatically changed so quickly he caught on to it, at first you were standing still with your arms crossed but

- when he leaned down your arms went behind your back taking a step back with a tint of red flashing your facial cheeks

“ what’s the problem, you don’t like me? Don’t like the turtles what’s the problem? “ he says with a bit of satire to it,

it seemed like you were at a lost of words you didn’t know entirely what to say, you didn’t have a problem really you were just nervous

- thinking of an excuse you just blurted out “ I don’t belong here “ he drops his hands from the pipe and says “ it’s okay “

- you turn away from him towards the door but turn back at him repeating “ I don’t belong here “ a little bit louder

- before he can speak up you added “ I don’t belong here and I shouldn’t be here “

- since you backed up before he moves closer to you saying fast “ well you know it’s okay because your my guest “ you move away from him slowly while stating

- “ I’m sorry but erm..I don’t..know you..well enough, I’ve never been in a man’s apartment alone “

- again he steps closer to you saying hopes in response to make you stay “ well uh I..uh they are all the same..you know.. “

- and again you back away from him letting him know “ I’m not sure that I know you good enough, I’m not really comfortable “

- “well yo y/n I’m ain’t so comfortable either “ he tilts his head as he states that sentence, you look back at him once more before saying “ I should really go “

- you walk quickly towards the door hoping to unlock the door fast enough but obviously rocky caught up and quickly says “ no, don’t go please, don’t go, don’t go “ as he corners you into the door with both of his hands next to you.

- you make a deep sigh and have a visibly upset defeated face and look at both of his arms trapping you between the door. You finally look up at rocky just to see he is already deep staring your every move.

- this was one of the first time you fully had eye contact with him, especially for a long period of time for a second it seemed like you guys were trapped into each others eyes just seeing the stars in them

- you both gulp at the same time which makes you furrow your eyebrows, he says “ do me a favor? “ you surprise yourself with how quickly you say “ what is it? “

- he grabs your glasses and slowly takes them off saying “ take off these glasses “ you really wanted to grab them back and claim them but your hands weren’t moving

- you genuinely couldn’t do it or maybe you didn’t want to, you just stared at your glasses being taken off not making a sound, he places them on the self next to you and says

“ you got nice eyes “ after that comment you look down in embarrassment not knowing what to say but suddenly he lightly uses his finger to lift up your chin to say “ you know that babe? “

- he starts to grab your beret ( hat ) and slowly bring it down “ take off that hat “ having all your hair go down to your face, enhancing your beauty even more he gets a close look at your features and deeply admires them he couldn’t help but say “ always knew you was pretty “

- becoming a little bit bold you say “ don’t tease me “ with a seductive but oddly innocent tone with the doe eyes your giving him, he tilts his head and bluntly tells you “ I’m not teasing you….I’m not teasing. “

- he kinda hesitates but he leans closer and moves his face closer to yours, if you weren’t already taken back he says something that makes you more shocked then ever

“ I just…I wanna kiss you.. you don’t have to kiss me back if you don’t wanna..but I wanna kiss you. “ by the look on your face he can tell you were nervous so he started off by baby steps, he leaned in on your left cheek leaving a light peck

- he pulls away from you waiting for a negative reaction, but you just give him the stare that says “ kiss me more “ he leans in much closer and kisses the end of your lips, which was in line with his bottom lip so well you just peck his bottom lip but look down automatically

- while your guys foreheads are still connected with each others, your guys noses connect this time it was like the perfect timing you both leaned in and kissed each other

- leaving his hands from the wall he drags his hands to you waist to your shoulder kind of gripping on them, while your kiss gets intense and intimate the more your guys lips engage with each others

- having the kiss get so intense you guys just slowing slide down the wall in each others embrace , traveling your hands towards his neck bringing his face closer to yours while he sorta holds you like he would if he’d pick you up, a hand on the waist and one on the shoulders

- you guys keep switching the way you guys kiss, left to right it became kinda sloppy at this point since his nose kept going over your face and your lips kept going over his face

- as soon as you guys officially hit the ground and lean on the fridge side he moves the hair out of your neck and starts kissing to your jawline down to your collar bone, which made you accidentally let out a soft gasp and grabbing on his neck tighter

- he definitely noticed this change in body language so he quickly picked you up and laid you on his bed while having his lips inlock with yours so you didn’t make another gasp in surprise, he lays you down and stands between your legs

- he puts his hands on your hips leading up to your chest “do you wanna…you know, take off your coat? “

Hi!! Thank you so much for reading and liking this post!! Just remember The night is a wonderful opportunity to rest to forgive to dream to smile & to get ready for a beautiful tomorrow ⭐️

[didyoutrydynamite]

I know Cordovin banned the use of the word Harem how long did take for people to start using concubines instead. we both know once Neon heard Rouge say concubines she would start teasing Jaune about his whole team being his concubines which would be over heard and pass round the school like wild fire

Neon: C'mon Jaune! It's a compliment!

Jaune: It's embarrassing!

Neon: It's funny!

Jaune: It's misleading!

Neon: It makes you look like a player!

Jaune: It makes me look unavailable!

Neon: GAH! You're no fun! You take these things way too seriously, Blondie. When will you learn to loosen up and not take rumors so personally. It isn't the end of the world if someone says something bad about you.

Jaune: I KNOW THAT! I've been called names and have had rumors spread about me all the time. It just... hit's different when it's about my friends.

Neon: Huh? What does your friends have to with this?

Jaune: Sometimes when people joke about me having my own harem, they end up talking about either you, Reese, or May. And when they do... let's just say it isn't very PG.

Neon: Pfft, you get upset when people say dirty things about us?

Jaune: Honestly? Yeah, I do. They'd say pretty gnarly things about you guys that are just degrading. Kind of stuff I wouldn't stand for if I was hearing it about my own sisters. I get so ticked off hearing it that I have to stop myself from throwing a punch.

Neon: ...Jaune we've had this talk before. It's not worth getting upset over bullshit people say about me. This is the exact same as assholes saying stupid stuff because of me being a faunus. If I went ahead and punched a guy out every time I heard someone being racist, I'd constantly have to go to the doctors and order new knuckles. I may look soft and squeezable but this girl has tough skin Stud, besides I'm used to it, flows right off of me.

Jaune: *Sighs* Well I'm not used to it, and it sucks that you even have to be in the first place.

Neon: It's just how things are, there's always going to be assholes who just want to be shitty for no reason. But every once in a while, there'll be a sweet guy like you who just wants to be good because it's the right thing to do.

Jaune: *Looks at Neon for a second and smiles* You're right. Sorry I had to be such a downer again. You're the best concubine a guy can ask for.

Neon: *Loudly laughs* Damn right I am!

[hismentor]

" Wukong? Do you still.. " He trails off, frowning. The look on his face was troubled, uncertainty in his eyes. This felt like such a ridiculous question to ask - The answer should be clear as day. And yet... " We're still.. Together, right? " // for their past... someone's been hearing things from the future

  guess i tend to push my luck // @falsementor

the monkey king was taking a well deserved break from his duties, munching on a peach while resting next to the other monkey. eyes closed as he hums to himself, not really paying attention to how troubled the other was.

when macaque begins to speak, wukong blinks, looking over at him. he sits up, holding the peach on the lap as the other voices his concern.

❝ pfft, what's with that question ? talk about a downer. ❞ he mutters before leaning against macaque, eyes closing as he speaks, ❝ we're always going to be together, bud. you're not getting rid of me anytime soon. ❞ an eye opens as there's a mischievous smile on his expression. ❝ i told you, i'm always going to be here to protect you. i'm not going to break that promise. ❞

[fangtastic-vampyra]

TAKE ONE...... RECOVERING FROM COVID/UNPLEASTANTRIES....

i love this shirt, forever, <333

CAT EYEZ sunglasses

AND DONT KNOW WHETHER IM A BOY OR A GIRL, I THINK IM A CROSSDRESSER, IDK, HAHAHAHA.

(z courtesy of reminders of Louis..this retrograde umm.. He is always typing that way, (z instead of s) I am so glad I met him, he's my EX but I keep thinking about him, like we wanted to be each others primary, ) idek, I really thought our relationship was so innocent and cute, but meanwhile, Im trying to find my next meal and he's painting his nails and wont' buy me a drink when we go out.. idek.. but it was cute, and I would have married him..a few men i would have.. idk.. i think though, genuinely, im with or know or am about to find him. a few wanted to put a ring on it, but things just didnt work out, and havent popped out any kids yet... so >_> idek... hoping im not but i feel so weird rn.

even though im like mid sex change umm, no one talks about this, omgg..theres literally NOTHING, is it embarassing to people like fo srs i think its very fun and interesting.

tbh tho..im nonbinary (but i dont often remember when i act like a girl um) but i hate ugh... ugh hate being female soo soo much, it it wasnt the oppression, the overbaring patriarchy, and men literally hitting on females, like...idek... i wish i was a lesbian!!!, but im not, though i find i do want women to like me, but like, as a friend or a maaayyybe a bit more, like to have a good relationship with other women and to encourage having female friends with each other-- instead of worrying about stupid dudes that hurt us.. ugh...

idk, >_> I wasnt uh, lesbian with Livvy, Im a TRANS GUY.

LIKE ON HRT, THREE YEARS, PRETTY MUCH NO GOING BACK NOW, BUT I DONT THINKI WANT TO BE LIKE, A 50 YR OLD DUDE, MAYBE ILL STILL LOOK GOOD THO??,

Louis made my life beauitufl, I am enjoying the Dark side .... Industrial, REAL FUBAR SHIT THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED that he has pictures of, and struggling along.. Louis only got SSI too... Brenden gets child support for Jette and he is about to get hired as a maintenance, he is always running around cleaning.

TRULY-- I like people that liek downers cause Im so nervous. And MYSELF? i LIKE THE NEED FOR SPEED. But..... I dont do speed! Only a few lines. Yaknow. Literally. A few. Years and years and years and years. And I got on meds, and Im becoming a lot more wholesome. TBH. asking mum how shes doing and what she thinks of stuff and sharing recipes with her, like a FAMILY. They started the drugging out shit though, and i dont mind a drink here and there, im mostly a cig smoke these days, and cloves, i took a few puffs of weed and got nervous like and was hungry three hours later and felt bad like it had something wrong with it, idk do not want them to the point that they get violent, but you arent suppose to go over your limit with anything! Mum would come home and bark out orders and tlel me what im doing wrong, like she gave me three compliments in my life..the v2k (fake schizo voices cuz im a targeted individual) ... said.. she abandoned me in a parking lot!! pfft. Brendan said dont pay attn to that crap.

[eisiramdeus]

PERILSPAST, continued from this.

✯ NOT ALL, NOW, TEDDY BEAR. ONE LAST FAREWELL IS FOR THE LUCKY ONES. MEN LIVING BY THE SWORD (you and I, even if the sword is more ballistic than chivalry) RARELY EVER GET ONE LAST FAREWELL. ENDLESS REVISITING GRIEF IS THE TORTURE, AND NAME OF THE GAME. Never let go of another, as a punishment.

❝Pfft— if yer real fuckin' shiny lucky, maybe.❞ He shakes his head, shakes these feelings that got you all down, now. Finger flicks at Flood's hat, tilting it right up to challenge his lowered eyes to rise. ❝Farewells. Wells. Plural, now. Cause, fuck, there a'lotta them. Ain't ever one last farewell. That's fer boys in New York. Out 'ere, we're sayin' farewell every day like it's the last, but it never is. Till it is. Then, it feels like it wasn't just enough o' a last. Then...❞ he's taking a big ol' sigh, too much talking, not enough sweet rye tingling sensation to greet the tongue. Hand plants firmly on Teddy's farther shoulder, forearm across his back. Free hand swigs out of glass just once, eyebrows raise to react to the initial burn. Mhm. Fuck. Anyways— ❝[then...], we spend every damn day sayin' farwells to what coulda been. Fuck if any man in the West ever said a last farewell 'n meant it, felt it, too. Ahhh, we're the grievin', sentimental type, mm?❞ Boisterous laugh, hand tapping down on Teddy's shoulder, a bit contagious kind of fun. At least he hopes so. It's impossible to be a downer when you're insane. Ringed-to-the-brim fingers of a seasoned killer who grins like sunshine... on a dusty, arid, treacherous Sonoran wildfire.

@perilspast

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

A totally non-canon fight

Dark Pit: Damn it, Pitstain! I already told you, I'm not doing a Team Battle with team attack on!

Pit: Why not? Afraid you'll hit me?

Dark Pit: No, I just don't want you to have that last working braincell in your head suddenly stop working and you hit me!

Ness, in the distance: Are they fighting again?

Meggy: Yeah. It's been like this for a while. It's been getting worse each time, too.

Pit: Why do you have to be such a downer? Well, more of one, lately.

Dark Pit: Why do you have to be so annoying? You can't even fly!

Pit: Uh, newsflash, genius! Neither can you! And before you try to say I can't read, I'll have you know I can read musical notes since I started taking piano lessons.

Dark Pit: Tch. Whatever.

Pit: Pittoo, I'm serious. We're basically family, Lady Palutena included! We shouldn't be fighting like we're enemies!

Dark Pit: Wait, say that last part again.

Pit: We shouldn't be fighting?

Dark Pit: No, the other thing.

Pit: You mean I'm serious, or we're basically family?

Dark Pit: ...You think we're family?

Pit: Well, yeah. I mean, Lady Palutena is the mom, we're twins, I'm the cheerful one, and you're the grumpy goth brother.

Dark Pit: Pfft. No we're not.

Pit: Uh, yeah we are.

Dark Pit: No we aren't.

Pit: Yes we are! What else we be?

Dark Pit: Leverage.

Pit: What's that supposed to mean?

Dark Pit, doesn't know what that means: A headache.

Pit: We have the same voice.

Dark Pit: Then I'll say that while we do know each other, I cannot say that I 100% enjoy our company. I tolerate it at best.

Pit: Okay, look. You can act all grumpy and everything, but it's just me, you, and Lady Palutena. And you bought that Mother's Day gift with me!

Dark Pit: Only because you wouldn't shut up about me going.

Pit: Are you seriously saying that there's absolutely nothing special about our familial relationship?

Dark Pit, deep inhale: ......

Dark Pit, annoyed: Let me set the record straight, Pit. I don't do funk.

Pit: ...What?

Dark Pit: As in, familial junk. You think there's a family but there isn't. There is no us. Pit and Dark Pit are not brothers. I'm you except I actually have a backbone and not so emotionally broken that I accept living a life of serving some green biddy and getting her groceries every ten minutes. Hell, the only reason I saved your life was because without you, there is no me. If that wasn't the case, I wouldn't even care. You literally can't go ten seconds without Lady Palutena holding your hand. The very fact that I'm you gives me migraines at night, because every time I look at you, I see a dopey version of myself. And then you always come in like, "c'mon Pittoo, Lady Palutena said to do this", when you know full well, that if it wasn't for Power of Flight, the one time I actually feel free and not shackled down, I wouldn't even waste my time. But hey, you're dumb, so I'll just summarize it in a way you can follow.

Pit: ....

Dark Pit: I don't need you. I don't need Palutena, and I definitely don't need Viridi. You mean nothing to me. No one does.

Dark Pit storms off.

[risewriter]

ROTTMNT: Cartwheel

Leo: Next up! *Does elegant flip* Agility!

Donnie: Urgh. *Uses mechanical arms to do a backflip* My brain is doing marathons daily, I don’t need this.

Mikey: Oh don’t be such a downer, Don! *Does leap with double backflip* It’s fun!

Raph: Me next! *Tries to do cartwheel but falls flat on back* Aw, man!

Leo: Pfft that was like a-

Raph: DON’T.

Leo: Heheh.. Like a whale flopping flat on the water.

Raph: LEO!

[robinrequiems]

"Everyone keeps on trying to set us up but we are already secretly dating" clishe as jondami

I know its kinda late but I really love this trope xjkajkajkajka

OO NO. NEVER LATE.

• damian, at 17, has never dated anyone, never danced with anyone at a gala, probably never kissed anyone. his brothers had thought he was aromatic, which was okay!

• until they asked Damian about it:

Damian: ..where would you get that idea? i.. have romantic attractions.

• yeah his brothers were like: WOW! Oh my god! but they have seen how Damian disregards everyone, ignoring everyone and everything

• he only showed feelings to his family, friends, his animals, and jon. jons a separate category, they didn’t know if they were friends/partners/ or enemies sometimes

• but with the way damian smiled with Jon? and how jon hung out with damian? it was perfect!

• kon and kara have both watched as jon declined girls and boys, and basically everyone. he’s been asked out, jons a catch, he’s a sweetheart.. than why isn’t he dating anyone? jons dated people a few years back.. that weird middle school romance with Kathy, and that one week relationship when he was 14, but then everything stopped.

• like jon just no longer tried. they have seen jon laughing at his phone, but they don’t know why. it’s that stupid smile you get when you look at someone you love.

Kon: you aren’t worried about your sons love life?

Clark: ..do you want me to be worried about your love life?

Kon: I’m not— ( oh he thinks of me as his son )

• kon just dropped it, but kara smacked his head because of it.

• but anyways, the batfamily just wanted their little brother to at least go on one date! and the supers didn’t want jon to be alone, jon would be an amazing boyfriend, they knew that

Dick: look, Damian is.. restively calmer with Jon.

Tim: fair, but what if it ruins their friendship they have?

Stephanie: easy answer! we just don’t tell them it’s a date.

• meanwhile, here damian was, laying on jons chest and reading the latest chapter of a manga he just got

Jon: kon and aunt kara have been weird.

Damian: how so?

Jon: dunno, just like.. trying to investigate me. asking me what I like in a person.. it’s weird. it’s like when you tried asking me out

Damian: I didnt try to ask you out! I did!

flashback:

Damian: jonathan- if someone.. what do you.. tolerate in a person?

Jon: what

Damian: what do you like?

Jon: chocolate

Damian: in a person idiot!

Jon: hey don’t insult me): I like people who are.. headstrong, and uhh don’t let people knock them down, but also care for others

Damian: that’s so cliche, i like a cliche idiot who I have no chance with

Jon: what?

Damian: hm?

Jon: what did you say?

Damian: I called you cliche

Jon: okay..

current:

Jon: no you didn’t

Damian: yeah I did!

Jon: you told me you liked me and then pretended like I didn’t hear??

Damian: so

Jon: that wasn’t you asking me out

Damian: I didn’t even ask you out then!

flashback;

Damian: hello.

Jon: hi, you’ve been avoiding me

Damian, throwing a chocolate box at jons head: accept my chocolate

Jon, thankfully, his powers worked and he caught it: whats this for?

Damian: you.

Jon: okay, thanks

Damian, visibly panicking: date. you. me. please ?

Jon: huh-?

Damian: oh god I can’t do this, damnit!

Jon: Damian, breathe

Damian: I can’t, I can’t even ask you out properly!

Jon: oh.. oh.. Damian, Damian, hey, look at me. quit glaring- would you go out with me?

Damian: I was supposed to ask you):

Jon: it was a team effort

present:

Jon: you didn’t ask me out period

Damian: shut up

Jon: but they’re being weird

Damian: mine are too, they asked me if I was aromatic.

Jon: pfft, you’re the biggest romantic out there though!

Damian: i am not!

Jon: with me you are

Damian: no. shut up. but they’re being weird and trying to figure out what’s going on in my life. it’s gross

Jon: pfft

• they sorta just forgot about that. they really shouldn’t have since a month past and they are all celebrating damians birthday ( dunno his birthday, i get mixed results all the time )

• damian is awoken by dick who is forcing him into an outfit. he wanted to sleep all day. he’s uoset

Dick: hey birthday boy, happy 18th, you’re an adult now!

Damian: barely, all I can really do is legally move out.

Dick: hey, hey, don’t be a downer. cmon, everyone is here

Damian: everyone? please say you didn’t throw a party

Dick: I would be a liar then, sorry, lil d, but today’s a big day, okay? I know you hate parties, but you deserve one.

Damian: tt

• and low and behold, the only one down stairs is only jon kent.. damians so confused. and he’s holding flowers. and looking like he wants to sink into the floor. oh Jesus fuckingchrist

Damian: richard-??

Dick: surprise, I’m a liar. you two, are just going to go out for a nice lunch- have fun, if anything happens, call me.

Jon: hey, d…

Damian: um.

• dick just walks away, not before kissing damians head and wishing him another happy birthday.

• even though dick would actually like to spend the day with him, he also just wants to see if Damian and jon could work, but if it doesn’t, that’s okay. all he wants is his brother to be happy. dick does end up nearly having a breakdown in the bathroom though, his Robin had grown up so much, Damian was.. a petulant child when he first got there, and now? he’s a nearly functioning adult. he’s really proud of him okat?

• and dick is having: oh shit I’m old moments. but dicks so happy with the way damian freely smiled when he saw jon, even if he was confused. the Damian from even 5 years ago wouldn’t have done that. ( sorry dick and dami family stuff snuck in )

Damian: ..why the flowers?

Jon: dick gave them to me.. said to give them to you. they knew your favorites..

Damian: huh.. oh. oh no

Jon: huh?

Damian: this is a date

Jon: it is? oh no, I would’ve dress up more-

Damian: no, it was made by.. that. oh

Damian: they set us up

Jon: for what?

Damian: a date, idiot!

Jon: oh..

Damian: damnit.

• they hid their relatiosnsho because it was easier to go out in public, they didn’t want the superhero community to keep them apart during life threatening missions either. ( during life threatening missions, a lot of couples were split up since there would be a conflict of interest and it would cause many risks if someone was constantly worrying over their loved one, you know? granted, some couples are fine, but Damian knew bruce, he knew they would be separated. Bruce also knows damij would give his life for his loved ones. Heretic was an example of that, so he definitely would, Damian knows that he has a point, but he doesn’t want jon to be alone during life threatening stuff )

• and Damian didn’t want to deal with the fact his brothers might feel a little betrayed by the fact he hid for.. 3 years now. oh yeah, they started dating at 15. Damian.. loved his family, but sometimes? they were.. overwhelming. jon was just an escape sometimes, and he didn’t want his family to know that he escapes from his family

Jon: you know.. this wouldn’t happen if we just..

Damian: shut up.

• but dami & jon went out though, they went out for lunch and had a nice time.. minus the paparazzi Damian wanted to murder.

Damian: this is why I don’t want to make us public.

Jon: will we ever be public? it’s now or never, d, i don’t wanna hide us forever.

Damian:

Damian:okay. fuck it.

• and then they kiss. break the internet temporarily. and have to find a way to tell their family.

• thays. gonna be so fun.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Yuma Route ー Chapter 1

Yui: ( I have to retrieve my heart no matter what…! )

ー The scene starts in the mountains

Yuma: So...What do we do ‘bout this shit now, huh?

Yui: ...I’m sorry, Yuma-kun.

Yuma: Aahn? Why the fuck are ya sayin’ sorry? It’s all Count what’s-his-face’s fault, right?

God...Wipe that gloomy look off yer face. Come on, smile!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Uu...It huwts...

( He pulled my cheeks relentlessly. )

Yuma: Heeh...That face doesn’t look half bad on ya either...Pfft!

Yui: How could you laugh!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Anyway, what should we do now? )

( There might have been some sort of clue in my dream. I’ll try and remember it one more time... )

Yuma: ...

Yui: ( I wonder what’s wrong? Yuma-kun seems to be glaring my way... )

Yuma: There ya go pullin’ a serious face again when I literally just told ya. Won’t ya cheer up a lil’? Aah!?

Yui: Ah, no, I didn’t mean to...

Yuma: Che. Well, that’s how I see it so case closed. 

Haah...Seems like someone just won’t learn unless I spell it out for her...There!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Kyah!?

( He suddenly lifted me into the air...!? )

Yuma: Now don’t space out and grab something to hold onto, ‘kay?

Yui: Eh...? ...! Kyaaah!!

ー Yuma lifts off into the sky

Yui: ( Uu...This sensation, could it be...!? )

( We’re flying...? )

( We’re steadily going higher up into the sky...I feel like we could reach the moon at some point... )

Yuma: Hehe...Better hang on tight!

Yui: Geez, I can’t believe you’d suddenly lift off into the sky! You startled me!

Yuma: Oh come on, you’d piss yer pants regardless, sudden or not.

Yui: I mean, you’re not wrong...

Yuma: So, no other impressions except for that you’re scared shitless? 

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: I mean, like shootin’ stars or the Parade’s venue visible below. There must be somethin’ which stands out, right?

Yui: Yeah...It’s very pretty.

( I can see colorful lights in the distance below...Ah, there’s an amusement park over there. I wonder what they’re selling over at those wagons? )

( I wonder if that’s the Parade’s venue we were at before? It’s very pretty with the sparkling lights. )

Yuma: Where do ya wanna go then? Should we just start at whichever place catches our eye and go from there?

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: Don’t ya remember what Ruki said? We have no clue where that Count could be. 

So there’s really no point rackin’ our brains over it! We just gotta walk ‘round and look for him!

It makes sense to ask the locals ‘bout one of the citizens of this place, right?

There might be additional information ‘bout the Count and other stolen goods goin’ ‘round.

Yui: ( Good point... )

Yuma: That bein’ said, to avoid seemin’ suspicious while we’re gathering info, let’s just go all out and play till we drop!

Oh! The amusement park looks pretty rad! Let’s start by gettin’ on all of the rides!

Yui: S-Sure...

( For some reason, the part about asking others for information seems completely overshadowed by his enthusiasm already. )

( I’d love to join in the fun but... )

Hey, Yuma-kun?

Yuma: Aah? 

Yui: If I don’t get my heart back...I’ll die, right?

I wish the circumstances were different but...Well...

( It might be a little rough to just have fun together while that worry still lingers inside of me. )

Yuma: Oi, aren’t ya gettin’ the wrong idea? I’m not sayin’ we just go have fun and completely forget ‘bout the issue at hand.

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: God, ya really don’t get a hint, do ya?

If I started bein’ a downer as well, it wouldn’t change anythin’ ‘bout the situation, would it?

It’d be easy for us to just sulk together, but even if we do, it’s just gonna make ya panic even more.

That’s why I’m offerin’ to act no different from usual to lighten the mood.

Yui: ( Yuma-kun...He’s actually thinking of me. )

( Yet, I’m only thinking about myself. )

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. 

I was feeling down and without realizing it myself...I turned to you for comfort.

Yuma: I see.

Yui: ( Being a downer won’t solve the problem. I should try and stay positive for now. )

( Okay, happy thoughts... )

Yuma-kun! Take me with you?

Yuma: ...!

Yui: Yuma-kun?

Yuma: You, that face...Fuck, who gave ya the right to be so goddamn adorable!?

Yui: Eh? Ah...!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( He pulled me even closer, and his fangs are pressing against my neck...! )

Yuma: Anyway, I hope ya don’t think that a lil’ apology is all it takes, do ya?...Give me a reward for bein’ considerate towards you.

Well, if I bite ya here, I won’t have to worry ‘bout other Vampires flockin’ ‘round us.

Yui: ( Could that be the reason why he soared off into the sky in the first place...!? )

Yuma: Guess I’ll start ‘round here...Nn...

Yui: ...You can’t...!

Yuma: Hehe, ya should see the look on yer face as I’m ‘bout to thrust my fangs inside. Seems like someone is very eager...!!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: No...Please...!

*WOOSH*

Yuma: Hm? I can hear somethin’...Wait, haaah!?

*Rustle*

Yui: Eh? 

( There’s some kind of black object...It’s coming our way! )

*WOOSH*

Yui: ( It’s incredibly fast...At this rate, it’ll crash right into us! )

Yuma: Is that a meteorite or somethin’!? Why is it headed straight at us!? At this rateーー 

*WOOSH*

Yui: ( We’ll get hit...! )

Yuma: ...As if I’d just let that happen...There!!

*Rustle*

ー Yui is dropped in the process

Yui: Ah!

( I’m no longer being held...? )

Yuma: Yui!

Yui: Kyaaaaah!

Yuma: Kuh! Reach out your hand!

Yui: ...!

( I can’t, he’s too far away...! )

Yuma: Fuck, at this rate...!

Yui: ( Will I...die? Just when I told myself to be more positive... )

ー She closes her eyes

Yui: ( I’m sorry, Yuma-kun... )

*Splat*

Yui: ....Nnh...?

( ーー What...is this texture? It’s soft and smells sweet? )

Yuma: Fuck! I’m goin’ too fast, I can’t stop!!

Uwoooooooh!?

*SPLAT*

Yui: ...!? Yuma-kun!

Yuma: Guh...Haah...The fuck’s this shit? It’s all sticky and disgustin’...

Oi, can ya move?

Yui: ...I don’t think so.

Yuma: Haah!? Che...What now?

Where are we anyway? I’m pretty sure we’re at the Parade but...Do ya feel these intense gazes too?

Yui: Yeah...

( I guess we’re really in full view? )

Clown D: Aah...I was just about to add the finishing touches. Are you guys here as candle replacements?

Yui: Candles? Um, where exactly are we...?

Clown D: Good grief...Don’t get too fired up because of the Parade, okay?

Yuma: Aahn? Kinda strange comin’ from a clown, don’t ya think?

Clown D: Not at all~ Geez, what a hopeless couple. I’ll help you out so give me your hands?

Yuma: Thanks mate.

Yui: Thank you very much...

*TIMESKIP*

Yuma: Ahー... That sucked.

Yui: ( I’m glad we’re both safe at least... )

( Who could have thought we’d land right into a giant cake prepared for the Parade... )

I truly am sorry...

Clown D: Ahー Don’t sweat it. ...Or well, that’s what I’d like to say, but this is quite the issue~

Do I have to start over from scratch again? I was so close to finishing it as well.

Yuma: Heeh, ya made that cake yerself? It tasted pretty good, ya know?

Clown D: Really? I’m glad to hear that! ...Wait, no!! Ah-aaah~...

Yui: ( He looks really bummed out. I’m sure he had been working on it for quite some time. )

( I doubt you can make a cake this big without many people helping you out... )

Um...

Clown D: Hm? Yes?

Yui: I can’t guarantee the cake will turn out quite as splendid, but please allow us to make up for it!

Yuma: Haah!?

Yui: I mean, it’s our fault after all. We can’t just do nothing.

Yuma: I get where you’re comin’ from but...How do ya plan to make up for it?

Yui: Well...

( There should be a way... )

...I’m sorry, nothing comes to mind right away.

Yuma: Figured so...Oi. Anyway, I’m all sticky and covered in cream from head to toe.

I’d rather not have to rack my brain as well under these circumstances.

We’ve basically become the main attraction of the Parade as well so...Let’s just hit up the bath for now.

Clown D: You say that, but I bet you don’t plan on coming back, do you?

Yuma: Well, if it was just me, I probably wouldn’t. However, I don’t think miss goodie-two-shoes over here would let me hear the end of it.

Yui: ...Um, we’ll definitely come back! I promise we’ll make it up to you, so please believe us!!

Clown D: ...Guess I don’t have much choice. Hmー ...I can’t trust the Gentleman over there, but I don’t mind believing you, Miss!

Yuma: Aah!? ...Che.

Yui: Thank you very much! Um, is there any place we could wash up around here...?

Clown D: Let me show you the hotel I usually stay at. I’ll even give you some tickets.

Yui: Eh? Are you sure?

Yuma: I bet you’ve got one of yer buds over there who will keep an eye on us to make sure we don’t run, don’t ya?

Clown D: Ugh...!

Yui: ( However, that might actually help us prove that we’re intending to keep our promise. )

Understood, we’ll definitely come back here. We truly are sorry. 

Clown D: ...Well, I doubt you did it on purpose, so just go and relax first~

Yuma: Yeah! Let’s get goin’ then.

Yui: Yup.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the bathroom at Hotel Mondstein 

Yui: ( Phew... )

( Anyway, I can’t believe we fell right into a cake... )

( When I was a child, that might have been a dream come true but...After actually experiencing it, I can’t say it was very pleasant. )

( Well then, I better make room for Yuma-kun soon. )

ー She turns off the water and gets dressed

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( There we go. All I have left to do is wipe down my hair, so I’ll go give him a heads up already. )

Yuma-kun, sorry for the wait. I’ll be there in a few.

*Rattle*

Yui: Wah?

Yuma: I’m sick of waitin’. Ahー I feel icky...My clothes are stickin’ to my skin.

...Fuck, I can’t take them off properly...Guh...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...! Kyaah!!

Yuma: Aah!? Shut up! Whatcha shoutin’ for!?

Yui: W-Wait! I’ll turn around!

Yuma: Oh come on, don’t make a fuss. I don’t care which way you turn, as long as ya keep your mouth shut!

ー Yuma turns on the shower

Yui: ( Uu...I’ll quickly dry my hair and get out of here...! )

Yuma: ...The fuck’s this shit? It’s so darn sticky...Oi!

I can’t seem to get it outta my hair so help me out here!

Yui: Eeh? But...

Yuma: I wrapped a towel ‘round my waist ‘cause ya wouldn’t shut up ‘bout it, so hurry up and lend me a hand!

Yui: ( I see...In that case, I might be able to help him. )

( When you think about it, Yuma-kun only fell in the cake because he was trying to save me. )

*Pshhhh*

Yuma: Ahー ...While you’re at it, give that spot a good washin’. On the right side as well...

Yui: Okay...

( Uu...It’s still embarrassing to be this close to him. I’ll try to avoid looking as much as I can... )

Yuma: Anyway, I wonder what that thing was which bumped into us in the sky? 

A meteorite just like I thought?

Yui: I-I wonder...Ah!

*Psssh*

Yuma: Uwa...Pfft...Oi, keep yer eyes on the job!

Yui: Ah, sorry!

Yuma: God...Don’t get all embarrassed. We’ve been pressed much closer together before, haven’t we?

Like this...Here!

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!!

Yuma: Come to think of it, I missed my chance to bite ya when we were up in the sky, didn’t I...? Hehe...Time to dig in?

...Nn...

Yui: Ah...

( His fangs are sinking in deep...! )

Yuma: Hehe...Nice expression you’re rockin’ there. Savor the feelin’ to your heart’s content. 

Kuh...Nn...Hah...!

Yui: ( I can’t...I’m losing the strength in my body... )

Yuma: You’ve got the usual lewd expression on yer face. ...Come on, lean ‘gainst me for support.

Yui: Ah...Yuma-kun, I can’t no more...

( Even though I’m already out of the bath...I’m growing dizzy. )

Yuma: What? You want it here next? Sure?

Hah, when you’ve got tears poolin’ in the corners of yer eyes...I can only assume you’re tryin’ to entice me?

...Lift yer face. 

Yui: Uu...

( I might just faint if he bites me any more... )

Yuma: Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ( ...My lips...He didn’t...bite them...? )

...Yuma-kun...?

Yuma: I’m glad you’re still alive.

Yui: Eh? 

Yuma: Nothin’. ...Come on, lemme suck more. It’d be a shame to let yer blood drip down and go to waste. 

I’m not lettin’ ya go...until I’m satisfied. ...Nn...Kuh...

Yui: ( I’ve truly reached my limit... )

You can’t...We have to go back to the plaza after this, we made a promise with that clown after all...!

Yuma: Aahn?

Yui: ( If he continues to suck my blood, we’ll end up breaking our promise. I definitely won’t let that happen...! )

ー She pushes him away

*Thud*

Yuma: Ah, hold it!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the hotel room

Yui: ( I do feel sorry for Yuma-kun, but I’m glad I somehow managed to get myself out of that situation. ...We have to hurry back to the plaza. )

Yuma: ...Oi. You’re actually gonna try and do somethin’ ‘bout that huge cake?

Yui: Of course. ...It all started because you tried to suck my blood while up in the air after all.

Yuma: Aah!? It was that darn meteorite, remember!? Ya were cravin’ my fangs as well, weren’t ya!?

Yui: I wasn’t! ...Anyway, let’s hurry back to the plaza?

Yuma: Ya say that so easily but...Aren’t ya forgettin’ ‘bout somethin’ even more important? 

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: How long do ya think it’ll take to make such a ridiculously big cake from scratch, huh?

While we’re out there takin’ our sweet time, yer heart might just stop beatin’, no?

Yui: Ah...

Yuma: ...I can tell by that look on yer face that it totally slipped yer mind. Haah, let’s just talk our way out with some random lie?

Yui: No...We mustn’t. I can’t do that when I picture how sad everyone looked.

( I’m sure I’ll regret it if I run away now. I don’t want to disappoint them even more. )

Yuma: I mean, I won’t deny that we did ruin their plans.

Yui: Please, Yuma-kun? ...Let’s head back to the plaza together?

Yuma: ...Guess I’ve got no other choice. In that case, we’re gonna get it over with nice and quick.

Yui: Are you sure?

Yuma: I feel like it won’t matter no what I say. ...Ya never give in when it comes to those sorta things. Ya stubborn donkey.

Yui: I’m not...that stubborn.

Yuma: Nah, ya definitely are. ...Hehe, altho you’re hella weak to pleasure.

Yui: ...! That’s not true!

Yuma: Hah...You’re red all the way down to yer neck, ya know?

Yui: ( God...He always takes it too far. However, I’m glad he agreed to help out. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park’s venue

Yui: ( As to be expected, there’s lots of people walking around. Some of them are wearing costumes as well, they seem to be having a great time. )

Yuma: Oi...Don’t stray away too far, ‘kay?

Yui: Yeah. ...Say, doesn’t this remind you of the Carnival we visited before?

Yuma: Heeh, funny ya say that. I just remembered as well. ...But the situation is completely different now. 

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: Back then...Things went south real quick after the other Vampires started reactin’ to yer blood, remember?

Yui: Now that you mention it...But right now that doesn’t happen.

( I’m a human just out here walking in public and nobody has even batted an eye...It’s a little strange. )

Yuma: Most likely...It’s ‘cause yer heart has been replaced by that what’s-it-called.

Yui: Ah...

( Right. I guess they don’t realize I’m a human because my heart is a crystal from the Demon World? ..Which means, perhaps... )

Hey, was the taste of my blood different as well?

Yuma: Guess so. ...Look at that concerned look on yer face. Are ya worried or somethin’?

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: Hehe...You’re disappointed thinkin’ that I might not satisfy ya in the same way I’ve done before, aren’t ya?

Yui: That’s not true!

Yuma: Aah? I hit the nail on the head, didn’t I? But no need to worry. I’m not too picky ‘bout taste and such.

To me, makin’ ya feel good through suckin’ yer blood is much more important...Hehe.

Yui: ...God!

( That’s what he says but...This is his way of showing kindness, right? )

( ...We do have to hurry and get my heart back though. )

*TIMESKIP*

 ー The scene shifts to the plaza

Yui: Ah, Mr. Clown!

Clown D: Ahー You guys! You actually came back, huh~? I’m glad!

Yuma: ‘Course we did! ...So, you’re the one who made this cake?

Clown D: Oh no! I’m but a mere performer, I can’t do such a thing!

Yui: Then who made it?

Clown D: I got it from the sweets shop on the main street~ 

Yuma: Heeh. So we can just ask those people to make another one? 

Yui: Yuma-kun, don’t say that.

Yuma: Aah? I mean, there’s no way a beginner baker could make this shit, so what other choice do we have? 

Yui: I mean, you’re not wrong...

Clown D: Hm~ ...Either way, I suppose you should go and apologize to them first.

I just can’t deliver them the sad news myself so, please? 

Yui: Yeah...We’ll go say sorry. 

Yuma: But let’s also urge them to make a new one real quick.

Clown D: I’m doubtful whether it’d go that smoothly...But either way, good luck~!

ー The scene shifts to Sapphire Sweet Shop

Yui: ( Waah, they’ve got many colorful sweets lined up...How cute. Seems like you can order and eat inside the store as well. )

Yuma: Oi, we didn’t come here to scarf down on sugary shit, remember?

Yui: Yeah...Um, excuse me! I heard the person who made the gigantic cake out on the plaza works here.

Sweets Shop Owner: Ah, that’s my very own pride and joy! It was a truly wonderful cake, wasn’t it? 

Yui: Ah...Yes, you’re right.

( Uu...It’s hard to bring it up now. )

Yuma: Yeah, it was delicious. Just the right amount of sweetness. 

Sweets Shop Owner: Ooh, I’m glad to hear that! Wait, how come you know the taste of it?

Yuma: Aah? ‘Cause I ate it, duh.

Sweets Shop Owner: Eeeh!?

Yui: Um, actually, through a series of unexpected events, we ended up ruining the cake. We truly are sorry!

Sweets Shop Owner: E-E-E-Excuse me!? You ruined it? That giant cake was especially made for the Parade, you know!? 

D-D-D-Do you have any idea how many ingredients and how much time it took to bake it!? Yet you easily ruined it...Unforgivable!!

Yuma: Ya can say that all ya want, we can’t undo the past.

Sweets Shop Owner: What’s with that attitude!? Funny coming from the guy who ruined my masterpiece...H-H-How could you...Uu!

*Thud*

Sweets Shop Clerk: Owner! Hang in there, please!!

Yui: Mr. Owner!?

Sweets Shop Clerk: Haah...For now, I will listen to what else you have to say. Please follow me to the back. 

ー The scene shifts to the kitchen of the Sweets Shop

Yui: ( Wah...It smells very sweet in here. There’s a lot of kitchen staff and they all seem busy... )

Sweets Shop Clerk: Up until very recently, all of us worked together day and night to finish that huge cake.

Being as large as it was, it wasn’t easy to gather all ingredients, bake it and eventually do the decorations...

That’s exactly why we all joined hands and rejoiced the moment it was completed.

Yui: I understand...Um, I really am sorry.

Yuma: ...But the Parade is still ongoin’, right? The plaza looks awfully empty without the cake, ya know?

Sweets Shop Clerk: Yes. We asked a bunch of our customers to spread the word as well, so I’d love to be able to do something about this issue...

Yuma: Then let’s to makin’ that bad boy from scratch right away. You’ve got plenty of people workin’ here, so I’m sure we can manage somehow.

Yui: Um...We will help out as well, so please!

Sweets Shop Clerk: Whether the owner gives us green light or not, I can’t make any promises since I’m unsure whether we’ll even be able to get our hands on all the necessary ingredients once more...

Yuma: Ah? Are ya usin’ some special stuff?

Sweets Shop Clerk: Not particularly, but during the Parade, there’s always a shortage of sugar, so it isn’t easy to acquire. 

Even our store has had to close down during the Parade in the past after completely running out of sugar so...

Yui: No way...

Sweets Shop Clerk: Did you see the many stalls along the road? Those aren’t usually there, so it’s not easy.

Yuma: ...Well, I get where you’re coming from. However, as long as we can supply sugar, the other stuff should be fine?

Sweets Shop Clerk: Yes. We still have plenty of flour, eggs and cream.

Yui: ( Sugar...I can’t even imagine how much we’d need. However, we can’t give up either. )

...Um, we’ll get you the sugar somehow, so please make another big cake!

Yuma: ...Haah. 

Yui: I’m begging you!

Sweets Shop Clerk: ...Okay. I will tell the Owner about your request, so please, we’re counting on you two. 

Yui: Yes!!

ー The scene shifts to Glimmer Main Street

Yui: ( Haah...She told us how much sugar they still need and I didn’t think it’d be this large of an amount. )

Yuma: ...

Yui: ( Uu...Yuma-kun looks visibly upset. I guess he’s fed up, huh? )

Yuma: Ya really are an idiot! I can’t believe you’d make such promises without even knowin’ how much we need exactly...Whatcha gonna do now?

Yui: For now, I’ll try looking for a place where they use sugar and try to get our request across.

Yuma: Aah? The Parade’s gonna be over if we take the slow route. Let’s just steal some from another place.

Yui: We can’t do that! We have to be honest about the circumstances! 

Yuma: Che. Honestly, this is such a drag...

Yui: Sorry...

Yuma: Haah...We just gotta get it over with quickly, right? ...Where do ya wanna go first?

Yui: ( Good question... )

Selection

→ The Sugar House (☾)

Yui: How about the Sugar House? I’m sure they’re stocked up on plenty of sugar over there. 

Yuma: Hehe...Pretty straight-forward thinkin’.

But ya know, don’t ya think it’s kinda a shame to have to melt down Sugar-chan after someone went through the trouble of shapin’ it nicely?

Yui: Good point...However, they might be willing to share some of their raw ingredients with us, so let’s go take a look. 

Yuma: Well, there might be some limited edition Sugar-chan for the Parade so fine by me. ...Let’s go.

Yui: Yeah!

→ A sugar factory

Yui: I’m sure all the shops are running low themselves...So I wonder if there’s a factory of some sorts we can go to?

Yuma: Aah? Well, if there is, that’s probably the easiest and quickest way but...That’s one hell of a dull answer.

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: We’re over here at a Parade full of interestin’, colorful shops and the thing you come up with is a factory...?

Yui: Ah...

Yuma: Haah...Well, if that’s what ya want, I don’t mind goin’ there.

Yui: ( I guess it’s true we should make the best of our time here together. I should have thought my answer through a little more. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the wagon area

Yui: ( Phew...While we couldn’t come a full agreement, they still shared some with us. )

( The people of the Demon World are nicer than I thought. ...I wonder if it’s because my heart is a Kleinod right now...? )

( Also, despite complaining earlier, Yuma-kun is helping out as well...I have to try harder as well! )

Yuma: Oi...Whatcha grinnin’ for, Sow!? Do ya think it’s funny how I’m over here workin’ up a sweat pullin’ this trailer ‘round!?

Yui: O-Oh no! I’m very grateful!

We’re getting close to our goal amount. Um, next is isーー 

*Clatter clatter*

Yui: ( Hm? What’s this sound? )

Cotton Candy Vendor: Oh dear...How strange. I heard a little knocking should do the trick, but I’m not getting any reaction.

Yui: ‘Cotton candy’...A cotton candy stall, I guess there’s one at the Parade as well. 

Yuma: This turn of events...It doesn’t just ring a bell with me, right? (2)

Yui: Yeah...

Cotton Candy Vendor: Oh dear, are you two customers? My sincere apologies, I will fix the machine right away.

Yui: No...Um, is everything alright? Would you like us to help? 

Cotton Candy Vendor: Oh, really? Thank you.

I was told about its possible issues when being given this machine, but I didn’t think it would actually break down on me.

Yuma: Ahー ...I knew it. We know how to fix that bad boy.

Cotton Candy Vendor: Oh dear, really? Could I ask you for some assistance then?

Yuma: Hehe, roger. Leave it to me...There!!

*THUD*

*CLATTER CLATTER*

Yui: ( This sound, don’t tell me...! )

*Pop pop pop*

Yui: ( I knew it...The cotton candy just keeps popping out into the air! )

Yuma: ...! Catch it! Don’t ya dare drop a single piece!!

Yui: Y-Yeah!

( It just keeps on going but...I just have to try and catch as many as I can! )

*TIMESKIP*

*Pop pop*

Yui: Haah...Yuma-kun, I think I’ve reached my limit...!

Yuma: Che...Just..get yer shit together already!!

*THUD*

*CRASH*

Yui: Ah...Could it be...?

Cotton Candy Vendor: Oh my! Seems like it’s finally fixed! Thanks, you two!

Yuma: I mean, I just hit it a couple of times, so it was nothin’. I’m happy for ya!

Cotton Candy Vendor: Fufu, you helped me out a bunch. Let me offer you some cotton candy in return.

Yuma: Ahー ...That doesn’t sound bad either but could ya perhaps share a lil’ bit of sugar with us?

Yui: To tell the truth, one thing led to another and we now have to gather a bunch of sugar...Could you perhaps help us out? 

Cotton Candy Vendor: Is that so? However, quite a bit of sugar was wasted when the machine acted up so...That might be somewhat of a difficult request to grant. 

Yuma: Aah? Oi, who do ya think fixed yer damn machine, huh!? Give us some to show yer gratitude!!

Yui: Yuma-kun, don’t! ...Okay. I’m sorry for making such an unreasonable request.

Yuma: But, you...

Yui: It’s fine. I didn’t help because I wanted something in return...Hey, let’s ask another shop?

Cotton Candy Vendor: Sorry.

Yuma: Che...Fine. Let’s hit up the next place. 

Yui: ( I’m glad he understood. ...Okay, time to get back to business with a positive mindset. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the kitchen of Sapphire Sweets shop

Yui: ( Haah...In the end, we failed to collect the necessary amount. )

( We’re trying to negotiate whether or not it’d be possible to make the cake with the amount of sugar we’ve gathered but... )

Sweets Shop Owner: No is no!! Like I’ve told you before, I can’t make another cake without the right amount of sugar!

Yuma: For the goddamn millionth timeー! Just make it work with a lil’ less, is that really so much to ask for!?

Sweets Shop Owner: Nhhgー! You’re being awfully cheeky for someone who doesn’t know a thing about baking...I can’t do magic!

Yui: Yuma-kun, calm down. ...We promise we will cover the remaining amount, so could you perhaps get started already?

Sweets Shop Clerk: We understand where you’re coming from, but that’s a little much to ask of us.

Yui: Please...!

*Knock knock*

Sweets Shop Owner: Hm? Who’s there? You sure have some nerve to barge into my kitchen uninvited!

???: Oh dear, I brought some sugar with me because I figured you all could use it. ...Oh, you two!

Yui: Eh? Why are you here...?

Cotton Candy Vendor: My shop did great business after the two of you helped me out. Thank you so much!

I tried talking to some of the other vendors, and had them each share some of their sugar with me. ...Here you go.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Woah, so much...! Are ya sure ya don’t need it for yer own cotton candy?

Cotton Candy Vendor: I thought about that as well, but I just couldn’t forget about how determined the two of you seemed. 

Yui: Thank you so much! I honestly can’t thank you enough. There’s nothing I can do in return either...

Cotton Candy Vendor: It’s fine, right? You said it yourself, didn’t you? You didn’t help me because you expected something in return. ...I was so happy to hear that. 

Yui: ( Ah...! )

Cotton Candy Vendor: Fufu. The sweet lady has found her smile again. ...Isn’t that great? 

Yuma: Yeah. ...Thanks.

Cotton Candy Vendor: Oh no. So, this solves your problem, doesn’t it?

Sweets Shop Owner: ...Yeah. Since we’ve got the right amount of sugar now, I could technically make a new cake.

Yui: Then...!

Sweets Shop Clerk: Fufu, seems like things are about to get busy again. It’s the kitchen staff’s time to shine now, so the two of you should go rest up instead. 

ー The scene shifts to the hotel room

Yui: ( They gave us a couple of slices of cake to enjoy while we wait...! )

*Cling*

Nn...This tart is delicious! Say, would you like a bite as well, Yuma-kun?

Yuma: ...Hey.

Yui: Eh? ...Kyah!?

*Rustle*

Yuma: You...really are somethin’ else.

Yui: H-How so...?

Yuma: I thought there was just no way we’d pull this one off. Yet...Ya made it possible. Way to go...I expect no less from my girl.

Yui: Gosh...You’re making me blush.

Yuma: ...In that case, I’ll fluster ya even more...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ...Nn...

Yuma: Nn...Hehe...Ya really are a catch...Nn...

Yui: ( God...This is so embarrassing...But I guess I’ll give him free reign for now. )

Yuma: ...Come on, gimme the tart. Ya wanted to feed me some, right?

Yui: Yeah...Here you go?

Yuma: Nn...Haah, sweet...I’ve only eaten sugary shit today.

Yui: Yeah...

Yuma: ...Oh well, guess it doesn’t hurt every once in a while. Come on, gimme another bite. 

Yui: ( Fufu...Today was very exhausting, but I’m glad I got to meet so many kind people. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) There’s no one-word translation for 強情っぱり or ‘goujouppari’ in English, and while ‘ya stubborn girl’ would have worked as well, I wanted to stick true to Yuma’s usual nicknaming sense of using farm animals.

(2) In Yuma’s Vandead Carnival route, a similar situation happens in which the cotton candy machine goes crazy and Yuma  + the MC end up having to help out.

← RETURN TO PROLOGUE

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 2]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ REIJI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ AYATO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ KANATO]

[feelyourhearttakingroot]

The Reader's Guide to Avoiding Redfly (and how to have a good time doing it)

“How’re you doing, kid?” Tom murmured in your ear. Your skin hadn’t started crawling yet, but it definitely would soon.

“Redfly, leave the girl alone.” 

A third voice - the voice of God himself, if it meant that Tom would let you go. 

Summary: Your friend Dina is dating Benny Miller, and drags you along to one of his fights before a night at a bar. His friends meet you there - Tom ‘Redfly’ Davis, who is too busy trying it on with you to think about his wife; Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia, who is a god made flesh; and Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales, who agrees to help keep you out of Redfly’s clutches. But Frankie is not without his own charm...

Relationships: Frankie Morales x reader, side Santiago Garcia x Original Female Character, side Benny Miller x Original Female Character

Rating: First chapter is Mature, but it will be getting Explicit after that... 

Author’s note: I saw Triple Frontier last week for the first time and it has occupied my every waking thought since then. This is my first ‘x reader’ fic, so feedback is appreciated. Benny is my darling boy and I want to write him a loving af relationship even if it’s in the bg of this fic. I also don’t mean to step on toes but Redfly is the worst man and deserved to die a lot earlier than he did in the film. I am also obviously obsessed with Frankie Morales. Sorry if the formatting is fucked, this is the first fic I’ve posted directly to Tumblr in many’a.

Warnings: 18+ for frequent language, she/her pronouns, future smut but this chapter is just teasing.

Read on AO3.

Chapter One

The Fight

“The fight ends at 9pm, so we’ll be good to get to the bar by 9.30,” Dina said, leaning to within a hair's breadth of the bathroom mirror. Your arms twitched, hands opening and closing as you watched the safety pin come even closer to her eyeball.

“Dina, do you have to- the fight?”

“Yes, I need to separate my eyelashes, and yes, the fight.” She said, tongue peeping out between her lips. “Benny is fighting and he’s going to come with us to the bar afterwards.”

Your heart sank, just a little. Benny was a great guy, and you were happy for Dina, but it was always harder to get into bars when Benny ‘Brick Shithouse’ Miller rocked up with facial wounds and an ego after inevitably winning the fight. 

Apparently their post-fight sex was insane.

“So it’s you, me, and Benny?” you asked flatly, and she rolled her eyes in a way that made your hands clench into fists, with a vivid mental image of the pin sinking into her eyeball. She ignored you, of course, and started on the bottom lid.

“No, you prick,” she said, teasing each lash apart. She paused, and winked at you through the mirror “Ha. Prick! Get it? Sandy, Amy and Kelly are joining us - and Benny is bringing his friends.”

“William and Tom?” You were trying so hard not to be a downer, you really were, but you’d met William and Tom before and it was not a great experience. William - Benny’s brother - was aesthetically pleasing, and a lovely guy, but way too earnest about the purity of combat, while Tom was… a douche. A douche who clearly enjoyed his nights away from the wife a little too much. “Great.”

“Not just Will and Tom,” she chided, finally putting down the pin and fluttering her eyelashes at her reflection. “A few of his old squad guys are coming too.”

“OK then,” you said, and turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” Dina called.

“To get another drink.”

Based on the MMA prelude, you decided to rethink your outfit to something a bit less… showy, and had poured yourself into a skintight skirt with a shirt that helped accentuate your decolletage just right. So right, in fact, that you’d forgone a sensible coat in favour of a leather jacket that didn’t even close properly. The clothes did little to shield you from the cold, which explained why you had chugged nearly half a bottle of Smirnoff in the cab over. 

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Dina looked every inch the fighter’s girlfriend, she really did. You didn’t even know she owned a faux-fur coat. Her meticulously-separated eyelashes were currently fluttered together, shielding her eyes from her cigarette smoke. 

Not that it helped. Your buzz was fading fast with every second you stood out in the freezing cold parking lot.

Sandy hadn’t bothered to change her outfit - “Fuck it, it can’t be any dirtier than the bar.” - and was leaning against the arena wall wearing a mini dress that practically showed what she had eaten for breakfast. The woman had legs up to her neck, and more than one man had slowed his passage into the arena to get a good look. Sandy, with legs that long since she was fifteen, and a face that had been beautiful her whole life, flipped each one off with a casual laziness you could never hope to emulate. 

The three of you were standing outside the arena waiting for Tom and the others to arrive. The crowd was known to get rowdy, and Benny had been very firm with Dina about going in with his friends. William was already inside with Benny, prepping him for the fight.

It was so cold you were nearly tempted to ask Dina for a pull of her cigarette, just to feel some warm air, when -

“Dee!”

Your face locked into a grimace, and you looked down to kick a loose pebble from under your shoe, trying to regain control of your facial muscles by the time Tom got close.

“Tommy!” Dina yelled. “You’re late, what the hell?”

“Don’t blame me,” Tom said, “Blame these assholes.”

Two sets of denim-wrapped legs stepped into your view, and you huffed out a little sigh before looking up. Tom was standing in front of you, with his friend on his right. 

His friend. Who was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. He smiled at you, and you felt a small laugh escape you. 

What was that face? He looked like a Latino George Clooney. How did he get taken seriously in life?

“Hey, tiger,” Tom said to you, his lopsided smile showing a little too much teeth on one side.

“Hey… Tom.” you replied, raising a hand in greeting. He made a little ‘pfft’ sound and pulled you in for a hug, enveloping you in the smell of… dear god, was that Axe? 

You heard the crunch of gravel, and a movement out of the corner of your eye told you that the devilishly handsome man was currently introducing himself to Sandy. 

Probably wouldn’t have worked out with us anyway.

“How’re you doing, kid?” Tom murmured in your ear. Your skin hadn’t started crawling yet, but it definitely would soon.

“Redfly, leave the girl alone.” 

A third voice - the voice of God himself, if it meant that Tom would let you go. 

“This is my girl right here, Frankie.” Tom said, and the proprietary tone in his voice made your stomach turn. You should have just met them at the bar.

“Crazy, I thought your girl was sitting at home looking after your daughter and -” the second half of the sentence was in mumbled Spanish, and you heard a bark of laughter from the handsome man. A quick, rough pat on the back and Tom released you, already walking into the building as if nothing had happened.

The speaker was standing in front of you; a tall-ish man wearing a blue plaid shirt over a grey tank top, with a beat-up baseball cap on his head. Just as the phrase ‘hillbilly trucker’ crossed your mind, every thought in your head promptly vanished on looking up into his face. A pair of warm brown eyes were gazing down at you, creasing gently at the corners. He wasn’t built like Tom or William; they slanted more towards beefcake, where this guy was toned and slim. He was older than you - not a surprise, William and Tom were in at least their mid-40s - but it was a very manageable older. Unruly, curling brown hair peeked out from under his cap, and the man smiled, a shadow of a dimple appearing on his cheek.

The other guy was crazy good-looking in a movie-star way, the sort of hot that had made you laugh because it was almost unreal. This guy was the perfect side of handsome, mortal enough to take your breath away just a little and not make you feel stupid about it.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m Frankie.”

Maybe it was the dimples, maybe it was the fact that he had just saved you from a fate worse than death, or maybe the cold had finally gotten to your brain. Whatever it was, you barely knew what you were saying until you’d said it:

“And I am so fucking yours.”

So much for not feeling stupid. His smile widened, and your heartbeat quickened just a bit.

“Ignore Redfly,” he said. “He just doesn’t have good manners.”

Another burst of Spanish from behind you, from the dark-eyed Adonis near the door, and Frankie replied in kind, with an evocative hand gesture that you were pretty sure meant ‘fuck off’.

You finally turned to get a good look at the other man. He was standing in front of your friends, angled towards Sandy in a way that boded well for her. He was terribly good-looking.

“Hey, how’re you doing?” he leaned toward you, and took your hand in his. “Santiago Garcia.”

The man was on another level. You felt like you were meeting a politician. You told him your name as if in a dream. 

“That’s a beautiful name,” he said, looking into your soul, and you felt that laugh bubble up again. This was too much all at once.

Dina blew out one last plume of smoke, and threw her cigarette butt on the ground.

“Come on guys, it’s fucking freezing out here.”

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The arena was chaos. Tom was nowhere to be seen, but he could have been standing two feet from you and you wouldn’t have seen him. He could have been behind you.

As the thought crossed your mind, a hand came to rest on your hip and you jumped sideways, ready to kick Tom in the fucki-

It was Frankie, hands suddenly up and visible, mouth framing a ‘whoa’ that you could never hear over the din of the crowd. You grimaced, mouthing sorry.

He gave you a tight-lipped smile, uncomfortable, and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He craned his neck to look over the crowd, toward the ring, and you stepped quickly toward him. Your hand raised, like you had the right answer in a classroom, and you tilted your mouth up towards Frankie’s ear. He scrunched his face and bent his head towards yours.

“Sorry,” you said into his ear, trying not to deafen him at this range. He smelled warm, and clean, a welcome respite from the arena’s smell of old beer and sweat. “I thought it might be…” one of your best friends, whom I loathe. “... a creep.” you finished lamely.

When you pulled away, he was looking at you so intently that a blush started to creep up your neck. Hands still in his pockets, he rocked back and forth on his heels as he processed what you said. His tongue worked in his mouth, pushing out his cheek, before he winked ever so slightly, and nodded.

He knew. He damn well knew.

Frankie grinned and pointed towards the ring, to where your friends had disappeared, before nudging you forward.

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Dina and the others were sitting ringside, by Benny’s corner. Dina had shrugged her coat in the sticky closeness of the arena, and was adjusting her top for maximum cleavage. Beside her was Sandy, deep in conversation with Santiago, and Tom sat beside Santiago next to an empty chair.

The single empty chair. 

Fucks sake.

Tom saw you both coming, and had a look of fake disappointment on his face that your hands twitched to slap off. He held his hands up in defeat, before patting his thigh. A quick scan showed that this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in the arena; the place was jammed so tightly that you counted at least seven people on laps in this section alone. A fire hazard, and a pain in the ass. 

You’re fucking kidding me.

You went to take a step, and felt a hand grip your arm. Frankie was sliding past you on your right, pivoting to sit in the empty chair. A shit-eating grin slid onto Tom’s face, and he patted his thigh again.

You’re fucking kidding me. 

Frankie still held your arm loosely in his left hand. Reaching over Tom, he nudged Santiago, who broke off from his conversation long enough to pass him a beer. Settling back into his seat, Frankie spread his legs a little too wide and steered you into the space between them. 

He looked up at you under the brim of his cap, his face out of Tom’s eyeline. The corners of his mouth curved downward and one shoulder shrugged, as if to say ‘Why not?’.

Lightheaded, floating on a mental chant of fucking hell fucking hell fucking hell fucking hell, you perched on Frankie’s knee, your knees pressing against his other leg. A quick glance at Tom’s face nearly made you yelp. The ham-coloured man was staring sullenly out over the ring, lips pursed around his mouthful of beer. The smile was nowhere to be seen.

Frankie shifted slightly, and with one hand on your waist pulled you closer until you were sitting mid-thigh. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to settle against your lower back, keeping you upright. The shape of the seat had his body angled away from you, allowing you to sit upright without being nestled against him. He leaned towards Tom and said something in his ear, something you could barely hear over the din. It was as if he’d forgotten you were there.

But not quite. Slowly, as if you were a wild animal he was trying to tame, his hand started to move in gradual, broad strokes, forward and back, forward and back.

Your stomach muscles locking tight was your only visible reaction, and you thanked baby Jesus and all the angels in heaven that Frankie couldn’t feel the way your pulse had suddenly picked up. Though that might not be far off; there was a warm throbbing between your legs that definitely hadn’t been there two minutes ago.

Forward and back. Forward and back.

This was totally normal. This happened to you every day. Every day you met hot guys and sat on their laps. Every day you got mildly turned on by hot guys stroking your back.

Looking over at Dina, the two of you locked eyes. Her grin was positively wolfish.

Fuck off, you mouthed.

You looked around, hoping that the people-watching fodder available would help take your mind off the hot man you were sitting on and what his hand was - 

As if Frankie could hear your thoughts, the rhythm of his strokes changed. Now, instead of moving forward and back, his palm started sliding up and down, with every pass downward bringing his hand closer and closer to the curve of your ass.

For a fraction of a second, your breath caught in your throat, and the pulse between your legs kicked up a notch. Trying to keep your cool, you casually - so casually! - looked over at Frankie.

Still absorbed in conversation with Tom. Fine. He clearly had no idea what he was doing, no idea of the effect he was having.

Your awareness was steadily narrowing down to where his hand touched you, to the vague sensation of warmth that each pass left on your skin. Reaching the hem of your jacket, he paused almost imperceptibly, before reaching under the leather to rest on the back of your shirt.

Dear god, were you disappointed he wasn’t touching your ass? Were you actually sad that this stranger wasn’t - 

A radiating sensation on your back, so warm and firm, and suddenly you could feel every little movement his hand made, the way his fingers were flexing against your skin so gently - 

Air you didn’t realise you had been holding escaped your lungs in a whoosh. 

“Getting bored up there, tiger?” Tom’s expression wasn’t as friendly as it normally was, and you were reminded why all of this was happening. This was purely for Tom’s benefit. 

“No, it’s fine. It’s…” you looked down at Frankie as he took a sip of his beer. His eyes met yours over the rim of his beer cup, and a smile crept across your face. When the cup left his lips, you took it deftly from his fingers and lifted it to your mouth. Your gaze didn’t leave his. Tom may as well have been part of the furniture.

The beer was not good, but you finished it, and ran your tongue over your lips. Frankie’s eyes tracked the movement, and you felt his hand pause, felt his fingers splay wide across the small of your back.

“It’s great,” you said, winking down at him. “But I think we need another drink.”

You placed a hand on his knee for leverage, and stood. Dina saluted you with her nearly-empty drink, and tapped at the low liquid level with one long fingernail. You nodded, and flashed the OK sign.

A broad chest blocked your view, and the smell of Axe surrounded you. You glanced up at Tom, who was shaking his own empty cup. 

“I’ll come too,” he said. “I could do with another-”

“It’s cool, man,” Frankie stood, easily slotting himself between the two of you, and gently but firmly took hold of your shoulders as he turned to the exit. “I got it.”

Empty cups and debris were strewn across the aisle, and you were beginning to regret wearing your heels for what was shaping up to be a fucking obstacle course. But you felt Frankie’s presence behind you, and if you put a little more sway into your walk than normal, so what?

Between a few stragglers at the bar, there was a gap just wide enough for the two of you to lean against the counter. You rested on your forearms, and flagged down the bartender.

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“Two beers, and a whiskey and coke.” 

“Make it four,” Frankie said. “I know it may not seem like it, but it is better to get Redfly liquored up. After about,” - his hand made a see-saw motion - “six drinks? He’s going to get real maudlin, start missing his wife, and go home.”

“Oh, yeah,” you replied, “He’s really missing his wife when he’s trying to put his hand up my skirt.”

His eyes flickered up and down your body, and he cleared his throat. One hand came up to scratch at his moustache, before smoothing it back down. 

“You know, I don’t blame him,” he said. “That skirt looks great on you.”

A low warmth pooled in your stomach, and you smiled. He smiled back, those beautiful eyes twinkling as he turned around to face the arena, elbows back on the bar.

“If I… go too far, in there,” he said, face suddenly serious. “You can just punch me in the face. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

The bartender laid your whiskey and coke down in front of you, and pulled out two cups for the beer. 

“Two more of those, please,” you told her, and took a sip of your drink. You knew you were a bit of a savage for drinking whiskey with coke, but your sweet tooth demanded nothing less. “Frankie, I’m not really OK with the idea of ‘being saved’.”

“That’s fair,” Frankie turned to the bar, and rapped a quick tattoo on the wood. “When we get back in there, you take the seat and I’ll -”

“But,” you raised a finger. “Your lap is pretty comfortable. And if you’re OK with having my ass on your knee all night, then I’m happy to stay there.”

A laugh escaped him, and you found yourself appreciating the way his moustache framed his lips so perfectly. 

“I think you’d be hard pushed to find a man who wouldn’t be OK with that deal.”

The bartender laid down four cups of beer. “$25.60.” 

Frankie laid out three $10 bills, and pulled the cups closer. 

“Do you think you could make sure Tom doesn’t put his hand up my skirt?”

He was intent on arranging the cups in a way he could carry them, to the point that you thought he hadn’t heard you. Just as you were about to repeat yourself, he flashed you a wicked look.

“Well sweetheart,” he smiled, “I’ll just have to get my hand there first.”

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As soon as you sat back down, it was like a switch had flipped. Your conversation at the bar had been light, to the point where you’d nearly forgotten that you’d actually been turned on a little at sitting on Frankie’s lap.

When you got back to your seats, and Frankie had handed off the beers he was carrying, he sat and pulled you down onto his lap in one fluid movement. No more tentative movements; he held your waist firmly, and pulled you even closer than before. And now, not only was his hand stroking your back again - he had put it under your jacket straight away - but his other arm was now resting on your leg. His beer cup sat on your knee, below where the hem of your skirt rode up, and he rotated it gently on your bare skin, almost teasing you with the cool feeling of the condensation on the base.

It drove you just a little short of wild. Though part of you wanted to shift against his thigh, wanted to feel some pressure right where an ache was steadily building between your legs, you kept it together fairly admirably. 

A wet patch on Frankies jeans probably wouldn't go down too well anyway.

A murmur from the crowd rolled towards the ring, and Pantera’s heavy guitar riff blasted through the speakers.

Benny was here.

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Ringside seats were… certainly something.

The smell of blood hummed in your nostrils, and you felt the impact of every punch. 

Benny was a monster. He had swaggered into the arena, head and shoulders above everyone, and proceeded to hammer the shit out of his opponent once the bell rang. Watching the way Dina was looking at him, you were very, very glad they were going back to Benny’s place tonight.

The six of you were standing at the ring edge, screaming and roaring with the crowd. Your blood was singing. Sitting on Frankie’s lap, his hands leaving trails of fire wherever they touched you, had rattled you something fierce, and the adrenaline from the fight was getting to you too. You didn’t think your pulse had slowed for about ten minutes, and you were breathing like you were climbing a mountain.

It was the last minute of the last round, and Benny was flagging. 

You guessed. You really had no idea who was doing better, both fighters were covered in blood and looked tired as fuck.

Santiago, Dina and Tom were rattling the cage, howling through the wire at Benny. The man was intent on his opponent, never taking his eyes off him. 

As you watched, Benny did an odd movement, stepping back, rotating his shoulders and head as his feet danced. You heard roars come from your friends, but were completely lost. 

“He’s about to kick the guy’s head off his fucking shoulders,” Frankie’s voice was low, and close. You felt his nose brush the outer shell of his ear, and you suppressed a shiver as his breath ghosted over you. He was standing behind you, so close that you felt his warmth up your body from ankle to neck. He reached over your shoulder, and pointed up at Benny’s right foot.

“You see that?” 

Benny’s foot was moving in a fan shape on the floor of the ring. He dodged as much as he needed to to evade blows, but whenever he was still his foot moved in that fan shape. 

“Why is he waiting?” Turning your head, your nose brushed against Frankie’s jawline. He smiled down at you.

“Not long now, sweetheart,” he said. “Watch.”

He stepped closer until he stood flush against your back, and crossed his arms over your chest to grip his own elbows. His beard brushed against your cheekbone, and you found yourself nestling further into his hold. He was just so warm and solid and - 

Benny moved like lightning. His opponent came too close, ever so slightly unguarded, and Benny pivoted on his left foot and -

“Fuck!” you screamed. Benny’s opponent hit the floor, and the arena erupted.

===> Chapter Two

[quirrrky]

VALENTINE’S DAY W/ KAGEYAMA 💝

—» headcanons —» A/N: Kageyama just looks so pretty on that picture and that blush made him even prettier, augh

Flustered on the inside 

Idk but I'm getting the vibe that he asked Oikawa some advice on what to do on a Valentine's date since he knew senpai was pretty popular with the girls

Didn't know chocolates were a Valentine's thing so he's stunned that you gave him some 

Yes, you're the one to give him first because bby was so innocent 

"You look good." He'd say in a no non-sense way but his reddened cheeks gave him away, pfft 

Kageyama might appear very cool and just so business like about this date but deep inside he's crumbling 

Despite his lack of knowledge in this area, he was prepared and searched for the places you two should go to 

You'd probably get lost, tho 

But it's a fun kind of getting lost since he always appeared so calculated in the court and while playing v-ball that seeing him got so confused in directions was the highlight of your date (what a cutie) 

You both ended up doing things so different from what was planned 

It's Valentine's day and someone told him that it's different from just any normal dates 

People would expect him to be a bit of a downer bc he can be clueless at times, but no 

He was testing the waters at first but as he got over his overthinking and had gotten more comfortable, he's actually nailing it 

Asked you of what you liked and if there's anything else you wanted to try/do 

Loved it whenever you took pictures of you together in different filters 

Wouldn't mind if you made him wear a headband with hearts atop it...liked it a lot better when you also wore one too 

Would passively ask you to send the pics in his line bc he secretly wanted to stare at them too 

You'd both wear matching stuff during your date like matching sweatshirts and shit 

Would go for couple promos like bogo ice cream, laser tag for two, milk shake and cake bundle for couples not bc he didn't have money but because it made you both feel like a couple 

Don't be shocked if he started to become more physically demonstrative, he probably got that idea from Oikawa 

You can never thank the guy much more 

Hand holding? Check! Out of the blue compliments? Check! 

He's trying his best to look like it's natural amidst it all tho 

Secretly wanted to kiss you all this time and couldn't wait to get you alone 

Blushed profusely throughout your date  (he wasn't aware of this) 

REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED ♡ Please help me reach other viewers as tumblr tags often don’t work on me. Thank you so so much!

☾ COLLECTIONS: Kageyama Tobio ✧ Haikyuu ☾  ✧ DAYDREAM MUSEUM ✧

[itsdingdong]

Define Us - pjm

Pairing: Park Jimin x reader

Genre: smut, angst, roommate au, slice of life, some fluff

Warnings: explicit language, smut

Word count:3792

18+

Synopsis: The day you enroll the university Jungkook is there to help you. When you have difficulties with the place you move in, Jungkook asks if you’d like to be his and his friend, Jimin’s roommate. The tension between you two is undeniable but you’re not certain of your feelings. How will things turn out with Jimin after a night out?

⌜Hope you’ll enjoy…💜⌟

You’ve met Jungkook on the day you enrolled to the university. He was in charge of helping the newcomers. There was a document missing and he was signed to help you. It was the last day of the enrollments and the guy that was supposed to be renting you the house you were going to move in turned out a fraud. That was the reason you got there the last minute. You found a place but it was too expensive and located way too far away from the school.

Having to spend the half of the day running here and there for signatures, you’ve become familiar with one another. After the term began, he would always call you over during breaks and you’d join him and his friends. You were so grateful that your breaks coincided with the only person you knew there.

Eventually you two ended up becoming good friends. One day, he was appalled to see your puffy red eyes as he was leaving the school. You ended up explaining him that you were having problems with your place. Right away he told you that him and his roommate were looking for a roommate and asked you if you’d like to move in with them. You didn’t take the offer right away since it’d be relatively odd to stay in a boys, let alone a person you’ve never met in person’s house but you finally gave in and decided to give it a shot.

 The highly anticipated weekend was finally here after an exhausting week. You going from place to place for job interviews to be able to pay the rent for Jungkook’s place which you now shared with his other friend Jimin.

With Jimin things were different. You were here now for almost 2 months and you got along very well. There was a chemistry. You couldn’t quite tell if it was a romantic or more of a sexual one, either way whenever he was around, your body somehow reacted to him.

It wasn’t obvious whether if he liked you or just wanted to fuck your brains out. On the other hand the attraction you felt towards him was something tad different than just lust. You wouldn’t hate going into bed with him but it was really likely for you to feel hurt afterwards to act as if nothing had happened. You guess you actually really did like him.

 It has been two weeks since you started looking up for a job and you finally landed in one. Part-time but enough to pay for your part of the rent. You were in front of the condo waiting for boys to let you in.  “What’s the password?” You could feel Jungkook smiling now through entry phone.

 “Let me in.”

 “Oh wrong address.”

 “I’ll be going then.” You pretend to leave and he chuckled and granted the entrance. You slowly made your way up.

“Come on in.”

You open the door and let yourself in.

 “Boys?”

 Jungkook and Jimin were both sat on the couch looking intently at the phone in Jungkook hands.

“You received a dick pick? Congrats!” You cooed at Jungkook as you closed the door behind you.

“You’d like that. Wouldn’t you?” Commented Jimin as he smirked at you. You smiled and shook your head disapprovingly as you start untying your shoes. “Fuck off.”

Jimin chuckled and motioned you hello with his free hand while Jungkook was still scrolling through something. “Hey.” You mouthed back. You went to your room to drop off your stuff and went back to the living room just before they stood up.

“Hey boys. How has your day been?”

 “Not bad really. How about yourself?” Jungkook spoke as poured himself some water from the counter.

 “Tiring but now I have a job!” You said shrugging.

 “Oh congratulations!”

 “Thank you. Thank you.”

 You did a little dance and took a bow.

 “How about we go out to celebrate? And this way you won’t be able to have an excuse.” You asked and looked at him expectantly. Jungkook stopped and thought quickly before nodding.

 “Why not? You coming too Jimin.” He nudged him.

 “Can’t let two ladies go out by themselves.” Jimin joked and came to you put his elbow on your shoulder and leaned on you. This made your heart skip a beat but you remained cool.

“Pfft. True.” Scoffed Jungkook. “Let me see if the boys will tag along.” And he left the room leaving you and Jimin alone. He moved away from you without breaking the eye contact. “Let’s have some fun tonight.”

 It took you approximately an hour to leave. Despite the common belief, boys took longer to get ready, defying the odds. Boys were going to meet you at the club.

As you were headed there you caught his eyes on you multiple times. The night was going to be interesting. Maybe tonight was going to be the one to define you. What you were to one another.

The boys were already here, encircling a table in the back of the club. Typical night out for them, or just whenever they were together it was all laughter and jokes, pretty much enjoying themselves no matter what. Jimin offered his arm to support you in your heels as you got to where the guys were.

“Finally! I was going to call the cops.”

“I swear this isn’t on me this time.” You put your hands up laughing.

“Well you look great love.” Hoseok complimented.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him humbly.

“The night has only begun, keep the flirting for later on.” Spoke Jin out of nowhere, making everything go absolutely awkward.

Jimin shifted uncomfortably next to you. “I’ll get the drinks. Jungkook, soju yeah?” Jungkook was in the middle of a saying something before briefly nodding at Jimin he went back to talking to Taehyung. “I’ll have a-” Your sentence was cut right in the middle because he already was headed to the bar. “Cheongju?” You stare after him slightly stupefied.

You stood there waiting for him to comeback as the guys were long gone into a conversation about God knew what. You felt like you’ve done something like you were responsible for his odd behavior but the thing was that there was nothing to be acting the way he did. A sigh escaped your lips catching Namjoon’s attention.

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. Just a little tired.”

“Oh come on the night haven’t even started yet.” He was right you’ve been here for only 15 minutes and here you were being a Debbie Downer for no reason. “Yeah, you’re right.” You smiled at him, trying to lighten up your mood. A moment later Jimin joined you with two beers and a Cheongju in his hands. Handed Jungkook his beer and you, your drink. “Thanks.” He looked away as he took a sip from his beer. This was starting to get on your nerves. Why was he acting like this? What was the point?

After two drinks you were starting to feel them oozing into your mind and weakening your mind and body. Your limit was 3, beyond that was blackout. It had the effect of a 3 on you. This drink was already strong as it was but since your stupid ass decided it was okay to do shots when they weren’t even half way empty, you were somewhere in between drunk and tipsy at this point.

The rhythm was bringing your hidden careless self out. Along with the drink as well. As you were dancing it felt like nothing mattered. You felt sexy. Shortly after showing off some of your dance moves you stole off of some stuff you’ve watched online, you were pulled in for a dance off with Hoseok. You were going from competing to dancing together and so on. Mixture of cheers and laughter erupted between you as you enjoyed each other’s company.

Your mind wandered off to Jimin for a second. Wondered what he was up to during all the dancing. You knew he wasn’t particularly a dancer unless he was truly drunk. You tried to find him in the club as the lights danced on the zombie like bodies that were dancing off tempo to the beat.

At first your eyes missed him but the second time you saw him the picture finally sank in. There was a girl. Dancing on him. Literally she was on him grinding and was holding onto him as if her dear life was depended on this. This girl was all over him. She attempted to kiss him but he didn’t let her. That very moment his eyes met yours.

This wasn’t right. Your chest filled up with pain. What was this? Jealousy? You diverted your gaze and attempted to focus on the sweaty bodies away from where he was stood. “At least someone is enjoying themselves.” Stated Jungkook coming up to you with a bottle of soju in his hand, pointing at Jimin. “Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked attempting to shrug off the stabbing pain in your chest. “Yeah. You?”

“Well, I will.” You smirk as a not so smart but good enough for an intoxicated state of mind kind of an idea came to your mind. You let your body loosen up and leave yourself into the hands of the music. Your hips started to sway to the beat, earning a cheer from Jungkook before him going back to where the other lads were. Your hands go up and down on your torso as you give a quick suggestive glance at Jimin. He wasn’t looking. You ignored and continued the process. Just before you were about to hit the ground you felt someone’s hand on your arm.

“Mind if I join you?” Asked a stranger. His breath smelled of gin and cigarettes. He wasn’t going to remember tonight. Heck like you were. “Please.” You turned your back to him and kept swaying your ass. The dress slightly going up with every courageous move you make. You did make a daring fashion choice but the person you made it for was too busy with someone else.

As you kept dancing, more like grinding at this point the stranger started to get rougher with you. At first you let it be but slowly it was becoming aggravating. You were trying to get away from his arms without making it look like it but he pulled you even tighter and you felt a bulge poking your back, you truly hated everything. Hated yourself. Hated Jimin for making you doing stupid things like this. You hated Jimin because he drove you crazy and he chose that slut. You attempted to escape his grip one more time. This time you were being obvious. You didn’t want him or his stupid dick. You just wanted to leave.

“We’re not done yet sweetheart. Where do you think you’re going?” He leaned for a kiss but you pushed his face away. “Let the girl go.” Jimin’s hand was on the guys shoulder in a threatening manner. The guy let go of you and raised his hands in surrender. Jimin’s physique must’ve intimidated him. Compared to Jimin, he in no shape to win a fight against him.

After the guy left our sight, it was you and Jimin. You staring anywhere but him. His eyes on nowhere but you. “I’m going home.” Your voice came out weak but you were surprised it did after all. You doubted he heard you in this loud place. You glanced at him before moving away from him. His facial expression told you that he was mad, fuming really but he wasn’t likely to show aggression. He wasn’t that kind of a person. Not because he was a softy or anything but because he was too chill for that jazz.

You managed to find your table then took your purse avoiding any possible eye contact from the boys then left. It only took you about 15-20 minutes to get home. You were already sober with the adrenaline. Way to ruin a night out. The heels were killing you by now so you took them off in the elevator and waited to reach our floor. With the beep sound, the elevator reached your floor and the doors opened. The feeling of familiarity was all you needed right now and as soon as you were a step away from the main door, your wish was granted.

The night was supposed to be great and yet here you were by yourself feeling worse than ever. If it weren’t for Jimin, you could’ve ended up in this guy’s house and God knows what would’ve happened then. You hated that you owed him that now. You gently put the key to the key hole, shortly after realizing it’s the wrong key. Just you were about to look for the next one someone grabbed you from the wrist and spun you over, pinned you to the door and forced a kiss on you. His cologne was familiar enough to knock you out of your senses. This wasn’t the familiarity you were asking for. Or was it? As much as you wanted to kiss him, more than anything in the world you didn’t reciprocate the kiss. It didn’t take him long to get that. He stepped away to look at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Honestly? Everything.”

“Is it because of that guy?”

“Yes.” A big fat lie.

“Or is it the girl?” You rolled your eyes before kneeling down to get the keys.

“Why are you even here?” You spoke, your voice harsher than you intended it to be. You put the right key in this time and managed to open the door.

“I followed you.” He entered after you then closed the door behind him.

“Creepy.” You mock and put the keys on the key holder. You rush to your room that ironically happens to be right next to his. Just you were about to close the door he came in.

“You can’t deny what we have.” He leaned on the wall, blocking your way.

“What is it that we have?” You asked slowly losing your temper.

He took a step toward you, closing the distance. Just before he could you moved away from him.

“Look. Maybe we did have something. But now, it doesn’t feel like that anymore.”

Why did your chest hurt so badly?

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we’re not meant to be.”

“But we are. Look you’re the only one in my mind. Every minute, every fucking second.”

 “Bullshit.” You sat yourself down on your bed to take a breath. The argument was getting heated up and you didn’t want that, not that you didn’t want to argue with him but to give him that. He felt important but was he really that important?

“If you want to address to what happened tonight, it was all your fault.” He said coldly.

“Excuse me?” You looked at him offended, your voice raised slightly. He sighed and sat next to you.

“If you weren’t wagging your tail at Hoseok like that nothing would’ve happened. The girl. That jerk. This, right now.”

“I wagged my tail at Hoseok? He’s my friend! You should’ve known that by now. Your stupid misunderstanding led to this. It caused a chain reaction and now I feel more defeated than you I have.”

“How about we stop blaming each other and enjoy each other’s company? It’s just you and me at last.”

“Jimin I-“ you tried to protest. He cut you off by putting his thumb on your lip then moved it on your cheek as he intently watched you.

“I’m going to show you what it is that we have.” He leaned in and waited for you for a second to see whether if you liked it or not. You didn’t hate it but you were butt hurt and you wanted to rant but he was making it impossible. It was as impossible as resisting to him.

Once he made sure it was okay to kiss you, he slowly pecked you. Your heart fluttered with the warm feeling taking over your body. His eyes met yours briefly. There was hunger, lust and a little bit of innocence hidden. Was it perhaps love? You gulped on your thought right before he connected our lips for a longer kiss. You were no longer mad. You wanted him. You wanted him right there and then. You put your hands on each side of his cheeks deepening the kiss turning it into a full on make out session. He broke the kiss to look at you.

“Holy shit.”

You pulled him to continue from where you were left off only for him to pull back again. Disappointed in the loss of his soft lips on yours, you let out a grunt and gave him an annoyed look.

“If you won’t stop me now, you won’t be able to.”

“I don’t want you to.” You spoke as moving a stray hair out of his face, giving him a smile. His mouth dropped a little to say something. His face was redder than you could ever imagine him possible be. His lips once more found yours much more forcefully. With the impact of the kiss you were now lying on your bed. He easily turned you around and you were now on top. You could feel his growing member underneath you making you more aroused than you already were. His hand found the hem of your little dress, removing it with one swift move leaving you in your purposefully picked lacy underwear. He admired your body for a second and seemed pleased with the choice you’ve made.

“Mm. Somebody was prepared.” He grinned. You felt the blood rushing up to your cheeks so you leaned in for a kiss. You didn’t want him to see the affect he had on you.

“That’s cute.” He smiled in between the kiss. Well shit.

“Shit baby.” He spoke breathlessly as he admired your breasts and pulled you closer to him as he gently palmed them. You moved your hips a little to rub his manhood. A moan escaped his plump lips. Then you pushed him off with a smirk on your face before tugging on his shirt signaling for him to strip down.

“Your wish is my command.”

He quickly took off his shirt and his pants. You licked your lips and admired the view. He was like a Greek statue. He was perfect. This was perfect.

“Like what you see huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” You smile and give him a kiss as you climb back on him. After giving one last peck on his lips you slowly started going down on his body. He exhaled loudly then tilted his head back. You kept leaving trails of sloppy kisses until you stop on his V-line just before you got to his manhood. You sucked on him little through the fabric of his boxers making him shiver with anticipation. You pulled his boxers down and took his member in your hand and stroked him up and down. He gave you a vulnerable look as you brought your lips closer to him; he gulped right before gave him a little peck. Then you started to lick him from his base to the tip of his shaft. You tease him by making delicate circles with your tongue on his tip before wrapping your lips around his member. His hands almost immediately found the back of your head and pushed you further down to your surprise. You gagged a little before readjusting yourself to take him deeper.

“Sorry.” He breathed chuckling. “Jesus.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes then gave his now rock hard member another kiss before taking him back in.

“Damn you’re good.”

You giggled then shrugged with a smug look on your face.

“Your turn now. I want to taste you baby.” He brought you back up and gently placed you on the mattress and kneeled down before the area you craved him the most. He teased your entrance with his tongue then swirled it around your clit. Every spot his lips touched was aching for his touch.

“So this is the affect I have on you?” He whispered turning you on more than you already were. You didn’t think that was even possible.

A moan escaped your arched lips causing him to smile with amusement and victory.

“I’m almost there.” You breathed heavily feeling the throbbing sensation taking over your lower abdomen.

“Wait for me baby.” He said before standing up, motioning you to scoot further so he could join you in the bed. He climbed on top of you then placed himself in between your legs. He rubbed his dick along your entrance teasing you mercilessly.

“Stop teasing.” You said through gritted teeth. He smirked at your hastiness and licked his lips as if you hadn’t suffered enough.

Hasty or not you couldn’t wait any longer so you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him to you startling him with your sudden action.

He collided his lips with yours as finally slid himself in. Your bodies became one. You pulled him closer with your arms leaving you chest to chest. His warmth on you sent an ecstatic feeling into each pore existing on your body. With each thrust you were again getting closer and closer to your climax this time to be able to let it go. He planted brief kisses now and then on your lips as he continued to penetrate you.

“I’m-.” You moaned and tensed around him before you could let him know your body was trembling with your climax.

His breathing increased and his thrusts became erratic indicating he was also close. He pulled out and jerked off and spilled himself all over your belly.

“You made a big mess big boy.” You teased playfully. He laughed and stood up to get a towel.

“Let’s take a shower instead.” You offered.

“One condition.” He jumped back on the back looking dead serious.

“Uh...yeah, okay what is it?”

“Be my girlfriend.” He spoke softly nuzzling into your neck leaving small traces of kisses here and there.

“Oh. OH. Well I thought it would be like a one night stand kind of a thing.” You pushed his face away.

His face fell almost immediately. He looked down and gulped and you truly felt bad at the sight. Yet it was definitely worth it.

“I’m just messing with you.” You smacked his arm and leaned in for a peck.

“You, are the worst.” He put his hand on his chest sighing in relief.

“Seriously though. Let’s get it done before Jungkook gets back.”

“After you girlfriend.”

[narutomaki]

Sai, Shikamaru, Lee :)

Sai- What art medium are you best at: uhmmm..... Idk? I don't feel I'm the best judge of this sort of thing. I have the most experience with digital art, and some of the work I am still most proud of to this day has been pixel art so maybe that? These days I do more traditional art for convenience and health purposes, and then I also do some writing because I can do that on my laptop :-) (most of my digital art requires I be at my desk and my posture AND my chair aren't great so. pfft.)

Shikamaru- What do you do on a lazy day: Well. Lay in bed all day rolling around and ************ (nsft lol) other than that, chores I suppose if I'm feeling up to it and if I'm not I'll drift in and out of naps and watch youtube videos :-)

Lee- What is your passion: Oh god I hate to be a downer but this is actually something i struggle with; I don't have a lot of passion and don't know what I care about a lot of the time and it causes me like... a lot of distress on bad days (today is not a bad day) but I guess I'm passionate about caring for others? That doesn't sound healthy lol UH.... fibre crafts? I've been doing some blanket and clothing repairs with embroidery and "weaving" (idk if it's actually weaving but-); I'm not perfect at it but I try to care more about people that I do objects, and try to take care of and repair stuff.

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Under The Sea

Soft Summer Prompts #21: Swimming

@yellowmagicalgirl

(I don’t actually know where the original ask to this one has gone, but I’ve had  this post saved with you @ -ed and a link to the prompt list in my drafts for a while now, so I’m assuming it was an actual request)

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Going to the beach is supposed to be a fun, summer activity.

Penny rests her head on her knees.  She gazes out at the waves where the others are splashing around and altogether having a good time.

She’s not having much fun.

Between keeping her blanket immaculately clean of sand (a difficult task without the anxiety that some of the near microscopic particles will find their way into her cogs and gears and cause a catastrophic malfunction) and the knowledge that, if she joins her friends in the ocean, Penny will likely short circuit (and electrocute anyone in a five-six meter radius to boot), coming here has been significantly more stressful than relaxing.

Penny sighs.  She just wants to have fun like everyone else.  But she didn’t want to draw attention to herself when the group was deciding what they’d do for the day.  Everyone was so excited at the prospect of a beach day.  Penny didn’t want to be the downer who says she’d prefer not to go.

She’ll just sit here, on her blanket, and wait for the day to end.  Then, she’ll say she had lots of fun and, since Ruby isn’t here, there’ll be no one to catch her in the lie when she hiccups.  Sure, the others could know what her hiccups mean, but Penny doubts it.  They don’t know her well enough.

Penny told them she’d be fine, sitting on the blanket on her own, and they’d believed her, after all.

Although precisely every ten minutes Nora runs out of the ocean to flop down next to Penny and ask her how she’s doing, and start chatting so fast Penny has a hard time keeping up.  Ren will join them, arriving at a much slower walk.  He’ll adjust the umbrella he acquired from a vendor so it’s still keeping Penny out of direct sunlight (and danger of overheating).

Penny knows they, and everyone else too, do care.  It’s just…hard.  To be reminded that she’s not like them.  Not really.  She wishes she was.  She’d love to be able to jump in the ocean, swim into an oncoming wave, dip below the surface to see all the sea creatures that live underwater.  But she wasn’t built with that much water resistance.  She can survive rain, but not full submersion.

“Hey, Penny!”

Penny jerks her head up.  She whirls around.  Squints in the direction of the voice.  “Ruby?  But I thought—”

“I couldn’t make it?  Pfft, I’d never miss a fun day like this.”  Ruby plops down next to Penny.  “Plus, the mission ended earlier than expected.  I can’t think of any better way to spend my time.  Ahhh.”  She lays down on her back, crosses her arms behind her head, and closes her eyes.

“Oh, okay.”  Penny tries a half-hearted smile.  She does enjoy Ruby’s company.  But, the idea of her leaving Penny to go swim in the ocean is just, somehow, a little worse, than everyone else doing it.

They sit in silence for five minutes.

Ruby cracks an eye open to look at Penny.  “So…” she begins.  “You wanna go somewhere really cool?”

“Where?”  Penny cocks her head, equally curious and nervous.  Ruby should be aware of Penny’s inability to go swimming in the ocean, but what if she’s not?  What if she’s about to ask Penny to go in the water with her and Penny will have to say ‘no’, and then Ruby will go anyway, and, and…

“You’ll see.”  Ruby grins.  She stands up and holds out a hand to Penny.  “Trust me, you’ll love it.”

Penny places her hand in Ruby’s, taking comfort in how nice it feels.  “I…okay.”

They walk back up the beach to the boardwalk.  For a moment, Penny is hopeful Ruby is taking her to play the carnival games there.  She enjoys those quite a lot.  Her superhuman strength and dexterity mean she can win a lot of them quite easily.  Penny wouldn’t mind seeing Ruby blush as she hands her yet another giant stuffed animal again.

They pass the games.  Penny frowns.  Ruby leads her to a nondescript building at the end of the road.  They enter and Ruby purchases two tickets from the person working the front desk.  If she wasn’t with Ruby, Penny would find all this very strange and kind of unnerving.  But, there’s no one (except maybe her father), who she trusts more than Ruby, so she remains calm.

Ruby leads Penny to an escalator leading down somewhere Penny can’t see.  She stops and turns back to face Penny.  “Close your eyes,” Ruby tells her softly.

Penny hesitates.  She bites her lower lip.  She looks into Ruby’s steady gaze.  Then, Penny closes her eyes.  Ruby guides her onto the escalator.  They ride down.  The air around them slowly gets colder the further they go.  Penny vibrates as her thermal sensors notify her heating system to adjust accordingly.

Penny feels Ruby drape her cloak around her shoulders.  Her circuits nearly overheat and malfunction as a sudden burst of pleasant emotion tries to overload them.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” Ruby finally says when they reach the bottom of the escalator.

Penny does.  She gasps.  Her hands fly to cover her mouth.  She stares at the sight before her in awe.

They’re standing in a large room with people milling about.  One wall is completely made of thick glass.  On the other side of the glass is the ocean.  Penny can see a coral reef and dozens of different types of fish swimming around.  Sun shines down from above, casting shimmering light ripples over everything.

Without thinking, Penny rushes up to the glass wall and presses her hands against it.  She’d never really believed she’d ever get to see a sight like this.  Not really.  Sure, there’s video and pictures, but her inability to go in water would forever mean she couldn’t see aquatic life in person.  Yet, here she is, watching a smack of jellyfish drift by.

Ruby comes up next to her.  “If you like this, just wait until you’re in a tunnel.”

“A tunnel?”

Smirking, Ruby holds out her hand for Penny to take.  When Penny does, she leads her over to an entryway leading into a long, glass, tube tunnel that travels out under the ocean.  Underwater life surrounds them as they walk down it.  Kelp drifts peacefully on either side.  Small orange and purple fishes dart in and out between the leaves.  Overhead a manta ray swims by.  Penny stops, gasps, and watches it enraptured.

The tunnel opens up into a small, round, observation room.  Penny and Ruby pause to rest on a cushioned bench there.  Penny’s barely sat down when she sees something that causes her to jump up again.

“Ruby!  Ruby, look!  That’s a whale!  A WHALE!”  Penny points excitedly at the far off shape of the massive sea creature going about it’s business.

Ruby smiles at her fondly.  “Yup.”

“Oh, Ruby, thank you, thank you!  This is so wonderful!  I can’t believe I didn’t know this place existed and—oh look at that!  I wonder what kind of fish that is?”

“I don’t know,” Ruby’s voice is slightly quieter now.  Hesitant.  Penny’s grin falls from her face.  What can be wrong?  “There’s something else, Penny.”  Ruby looks away.  “I wanted to get you away from everyone else today because I…because there’s something I need to…”  She trails off and the next thing Penny knows, she’s being kissed.

Penny gasps, drawing away from the kiss.  She lets out a yelp, fearful that Ruby will withdraw and they won’t get to truly kiss.  Instinctively, Penny wraps her arms around Ruby in an embrace to keep them together.  There’s some fumbling, an awkward laugh from both of them, and then Penny and Ruby slowly, gently, press their lips together again.

All around them, sea life swims or drifts by.  None of the fish really pay attention to them.  This is Ruby and Penny’s (almost) impossible moment under the sea.