#He saves kids from drowning 🥺

[irondadfics]

Hiii! I really love your blog!

I was looking for two fics that I just can't seem to find

1. Peter was alone on a hike/camping trip or something in some snowy area while MJ was at the tower during Christmas(?). I think it was set after Endgame and Peter went on that hike to sorta find himself. I believe Peter then fell off a cliff (and died I think?) and the fic ended before the others found out what happened.

2. Peter was on patrol during winter and he saw a kid drowning in the Hudson and he saved him but the parents didn't see him so they didn't help him out and he climbs out the river and dies in the snow. Tony then finds him like 5 minutes after he died.

Thanks in advance 🥺❤️

hello! Sorry it’s been so long, but we think we found the first one you’re looking for My worst fear by Dorthea

Peter Parker wakes up in the city. In some alleyway in Brooklyn that he doesn’t recognize, but the smell of motor oil and burning decks, combined with the sound of the city playing it’s never-ending symphony around him, gives it away without a second thought. He’s lived in that city, all his life. He knows it better than his own back pocket, and Spider-man doesn’t even have pockets.

In all honesty, it feels like waking up from any patrol where he’s gotten a bit too many hits. Before being thrown into a discarded dumpster, that nobody has emptied out for months. Just without the hurt, and pain. Because he doesn’t feel injured. He just sort of feel numb. Feels cold.

#found fic #major character death #hurt!peter #hurt/no comfort #angst #Dead peter

[farlynthordens]

SKB Short Story 2 - Mushroom Keeper Caravan

summary of a short story published in Dengeki Bunko, vol 62. takes place between v1 and 2.

this is the only short story that had original art with it (above), and I love it so much🥺 anyway...

Milo is taking a bath alone under a cold waterfall. as you do. it’s transitioning into winter, so bathing in the tepid waters isn’t really appealing to most people, but milo seems to be glad that he’s clean.

He gets out of the water and dresses himself. he wonders if bisco is still busy, since he hasn’t shown up yet to take his own bath.

He finds bisco by their camp, helping actagawa finish pulling off the shell layer he’s shedding. once free and feeling better, actagawa goes to play in the river.

B: “I’m beat. He hadn’t shed in a while, so I thought he was done growin’... but looks like he’s still got a lot left to do.” M: “Come on, you should go take a bath! I’ll make lunch in the meantime.” B: “Can’t, still got one more thing to do. Actagawa’s markings came off ‘cause he shed, so I gotta paint those back on before--”

Bisco picks up on a faint noise, then gives a look to milo. they draw their knives just as steel arrows come flying at them. the arrows are knocked into nearby trees, and explode into mushroom clusters.

Actagawa comes to help. he makes a beeline for the waterfall and bashes the cliff with his claws, causing a person who was at the top of the cliff to fall into the pool in front of them.

Milo saves the person from drowning. he and bisco realize it’s a male mushroom keeper. bisco angrily asks if he had come after them for the bounty money, and wants to know which tribe he’s from.

The guy explains that because actagawa had no markings, he thought they were part of some enemy group. he then looks up at bisco... and seems to recognize him?

??: “It’s me, Chaba! Y’know, grandson of Gana from the Tottori tribe. Wow, this takes me back. I used to read to you all the time!” M: (“Do you know him?”) B: (”Uh... maybe... but I don’t remember him at all...”)

Chaba says that his caravan, the entire Tottori tribe, was about 30 minutes behind him while he scouted the path. gana, who is the tribe’s elder, decided that they should all move to Imihama now that it’s become a mushroom keeper refuge.

He’s about to go bring the caravan to their location, but then looks bisco over again and gets teary-eyed. C: “...Man, you really became a right mushroom keeper, didn’t you Bisco? I bet gran will be happy to know that. And I’m sure Jabi is happy too, from up in heaven...” B: “Uh? Wait, Jabi isn’t....!” Chaba runs off without listening.

Slight skip ahead to when they meet up with the caravan. bisco and milo talk with gana as she skillfully paints the mark of the god enbi onto actagawa’s shell. after she finishes painting, she starts smoking from a pipe.

Gana asks how “akemi” is, and bisco tells her that he is not only alive but doing well after having his rusting cured. G: “Monster with the devil’s luck, he always has been. I was lookin’ forward to defacin’ his funeral portrait, but s’pose that won’t be happenin’.” M: (”Who’s Akemi?”) B: (”That’a Jabi - Hebikawa Akemi. If you read ‘hebikawa’ different, it’s ‘jabi.’“ M: (“What, it was just a nickname...?!”) G: “And his little brat, too, just narrowly avoided leavin’ this mortal realm and grew up strong. Guess I should give praise where it’s due. ... You even managed to nab a pretty girl. Well, it don’t matter how strong ya get if ya can’t pass it on to the next generation.” B: “Wait, by ‘pretty girl’, you mean him?”

Milo is uncomfortable under their stares. M: “Um, hello. I’m Milo, Bisco’s--” G: “My, yer even cuter up close. Lemme see yer hands. Do ya know how to use a bow?” M: “Y-yes! Bisco taught me...” G: “Well ain’t that great! At least this kid did somethin’ right finding such a nice wife. But yer just all muscle... ya don’t look well suited to breastfeedin’.” M: “Wife?? Huh? Wait- what...! GYAHHHHH!!”

Gana pinches milo’s chest with incredible strength and milo starts yelling in pain. he doubles over and bisco just stares at him, not knowing what to do or say. he then gets slapped on the head.

G: “Damn fool! Do I gotta hold yer hand to bring ya to yer wife? Don’t ya know we’re havin’ less mushroom keeper kids these days?!” B: “I never fuckin’ said that I got a wife, you old bitch! Jabi retired and this is my new PARTNER! I gotta spell it out?” G: “Oh, is that right? With a face like that, I thought he was a lady! Hehehe... ahaha!”

She bursts into a fit of laughter. everyone seems happy seeing their leader in a good mood. they crowd around bisco and milo, asking them for favors like if bisco can fire a shot for them or if milo can read books to the kids. gana then calls on the tribe to bring out their best alcohol and meat, and of course good food for actagawa too.

Bisco turns red in embarrassment and tries to tell Gana something. B: “Uh... ma’am. Sorry, but I don’t really--” G: “Oh I know, ya think ya won’t like what we got. Don’t worry, I like to drink so I have lots of good stuff. Ya won’t be bored here, I tell ya.” Milo was the only one who knew that Bisco didn’t drink alcohol, and he snickered as he whispered into Bisco’s ear. M: (“It’s okay, I’ll take your drink if you take some of my food. If they bring out centipede karaage, make sure you eat it for me.”) B: (“O... okay. Let’s do that.”) G: “Would yer panda friend like his own tattoo? I’m good at ‘em, unlike the other elders. How about one that gives divine protection from a real strong god?” M: “No way! Really?! Okay, then I also want mine under my right eye here...” B: “Hell no, stop! Calm down, old hag! And stop listenin’ to her, Milo!”

They spend the entire night partying with the caravan, getting strung around teaching people archery and medicine and other things. off to the side, actagawa just quietly ate his food and played in the river.

THE END

Other notes:

Chaba means tea leaf, and Gana (her name written in the story as ガナ) might be a reference to Ghana (ガーナ) chocolates?

#sabikui bisco #rust eater bisco #sbkb summary series #akaboshi bisco #nekoyanagi milo

[hotpinkboots]

This is probably cliche as hell. Can I request Jason x reader where they were best friends/crushes before Jason died and she tried to get in the water and save him but the other kids held her back. What would happen if she showed up to the camp again but not at all connected to a group. She just draws things Jason liked and leaves him flowers on his birthday every year.

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~Jαʂσɳ Vσσɾԋҽҽʂ x Reader Fluff Headcanons~

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OHHH THAT'S PRECIOUS SDHUSJ

Note: The words are black to match Jason's theme/colors. I suggest turning on a lighter theme to read if you use a darker one.

~Enjoy~

★★★★

Jαʂσɳ Vσσɾԋҽҽʂ

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~OH MY GOD 🥺

~Imagine how Jason would've been reaching for you. Trying so desperately to grab your hand for help.

~He had thought he was alone, and to him, that was the most terrifying thought of all. Not only was he going to drown, but no one would even care or notice.

~The sweet little boy had one moment of joy, someone was saving him: Until a pair of stupid little children decided to hold you back- at first they had panicked as well, who was drowning?? They'll get help! Hold on! Hold--

~Oh. It's him.

~And suddenly, it's all one big joke.

~Once those children grew up, they were certainly ruined in the mind. They were young enough to think he was struggling horribly but they couldn't truly grasp the concept of death. They couldn't wrap their minds around it until they were older.

~Poor sweet Jason, and poor you, as well. You were horrified for years.

~Years later, deciding you would go back to the camp to revisit fond memories and perhaps try once more to get over what had happened, you brought a few things for a memorial.

~Little did you know, Jason found a sweet little letter, drawing and some flowers....

~With a little head tilt, he read the signature.

~It was you.....

~You came back.

~Jason was literally overjoyed. Like he didn't know what to do with himself..He hadn't been happy in years.

~You two had ended up finding each other, he was looking for you desperately. He probably scared the crap out of you at first, until he shyly removed what was covering his face.

~Ohh Lord the tears from both of you was insane. Best moment of his life.

~Now, you visit when you can, and leave him little presents. He keeps them all, never throws anything away. Make sure you get him little things because of the fact he'd hoard all of the items you give him LOL

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[mairablue]

Hello! Can I request for Aigonorus, Huedhaut, and Scorpio to them finding out that their lover is a goddess? But there is a bit of a twist, she is a part of a goddess of the zodiac (let's say the zodiac goddesses were hidden or not talked about), and she is the goddess of libra. I hope you have an amazing day!

SCM- The Zodiac Goddess

Aigonorus ♑ Huedhaut ♒ Scorpio ♏

A/N: Thank you for requesting @scarletloves 💖✨ I hope you are doing well!❤ I am sorry for being so late at answering your ask. 😔 I sincerely hope you enjoy reading this! 🥺💜

You were standing in the throne room, infront of the king. You mother was standing beside you with a pensive look on her face.

"Why did the king summon us after all these years? Did we make any mistakes?" she wondered.

This is the first time you have actually met the king in person.

Your father was the former God of Libra. Growing up, you have heard about his tales of legacy. About the honor he brought to himself and his family. He was a man known for his intelligence, bravery and kindness towards all forms of life. People loved and respected him.

Your mother was eight months pregnant at that time, when the dark king attacked heaven. Your father saved thousands of lives in that war; at last losing his own.

After his death, your mother decided to live somewhere quiet, far away from the other gods and goddess with you.

Growing up, you only had one friend, Iris. She was the daughter of the former God of Leo. She had suffered a similar fate; her father dying at an early age.

The gentle noise of the rain drew your attention to the situation in which you found yourself.

"I have summoned you here today to make a very special request." he said. "(Name) I would like you to be the Goddess of Libra. "

You were speechless, you had no idea what to say or think. But your mother on the other hand did not like this idea one bit.

"Your Majesty, I do not want my daughter to suffer the same fate as her father." she said in a calm voice, trying to suppress her vexation.

You took her hand in yours and whispered, " Mom, don't worry, I'll be fine. We cannot refuse His request."

"Your identity as the Goddess of Libra will be concealed. You work papers and other necessities will be sent to you. You need to grant wishes as well as administer punishments." he said.

" Do you have any questions?" he asked with a smile.

" Your Majesty, we already have the Department of Wishes and the Department of Punishment. Why... do we need Goddesses for each zodiac?" you asked.

" To maintain the power balance in heaven. If the dark king or any other dark forces attack us and we lose one of our zodiac gods or one of the zodiac gods chose to retire, the power balance will be maintained by the zodiac goddess of that particular sign." he explained.

It was decided you were going to be the Goddess of Libra. The king recruited other goddess as well. Iris became the Goddess of Leo.

You all began to work covertly in the comfort of your home, as the king provided you with reflective pools.

That was until something happened.

AIGONORUS ♑ -

▪︎You two have known each other since childhood. Lately, you two have started going out. Today was one such date.

You were waiting for him, outside the palace when you heard a voice. The voice came from the nearby forest. You investigated the sound and found a little boy drowning in a pond. You rescued him using your divine abilities.

" How are you feeling?" you questioned in a worried tone.

" I am alright my lady. Thank you for saving my life. " he replied. " Where do you live?" you asked, " I will take you to your parents."

▪︎Meanwhile, Aigonorus had started looking for you when he followed the voice and saw you helping a little boy.

You were carrying the boy in your arms when you saw Aigonorus walking towards you.

" Let me carry him." he said. " How are you feeling kid? " he asked the boy. " I am fine, Lord Aigonorus."

The child tried to smile at Aigonorus, but he didn't succeed. He was exhausted, he could barely keep his eyes open. You got to his house and handed him over to his parents.

"( Name ), may I ask you something?" he said.

" Yes." you replied with a smile.

" ( Name ), your powers have grown significantly and you've been busier recently. Is there any specific reason for that?" he asked

"Is there anything I should be aware of? ( Name )"

You decided to carry on your conversation seated on the grass. You took his hands in yours and whispered, " You can't share this information with anyone, it's confidential. "

He nodded his head in agreement, "Alright. "

You informed him about the predicament you were in, which left him greatly surprised. He was amazed at how you had grown into an adult from the clumsy young girl he had known for his entire life.

He spoke with a mild grin on his lips, " ( Name) i am proud of you."

You didn't even notice when a few small tears started to form in the corner of your eyes.

" Thank you. " you said softly. He hugged you close and whispered, "I love you."

HUEDHAUT ♒ -

▪︎Huedhaut, the wisest man in heaven; your boyfriend. He knows nearly everything there is to know. Naturally he was the one who noticed your strange behavior.

You adored reading and frequently visited the library, but recently you have stopped doing so. You stopped attending the parties and avoided people, as if you were scared of them.

" How is she doing? Perhaps I should check on her." he pondered.

When Huedhaut looked out the window, he saw Vega and Iris on their way somewhere. Vega was carrying a pile of papers. Huedhaut quickly made the decision to follow them.

Iris turned around as if she was aware of his presence. He fled quickly, hiding behind a tree.

" What happened, Lady Iris? Vega inquired with concern. " I believe I sensed someone's presence. Maybe I'm too tired," she said after shaking her head a little.

They seemed to be going to your house. Huedhaut followed them in silence. Once they reached your house, he hid behind a tree, near the open window.

From his hiding spot, he saw you and Iris standing infront of a reflecting pool and Vega handing you both the papers.

They left around 8 pm. Huedhaut waited for 10 minutes, making sure that Iris and Vega have already left, before knocking on the door.

▪︎"Huedhaut? " you opened the door and let him in. You handed him a glass of water as he settled down on the sofa. He appeared perturbed.

He exhaled deeply before asking, "(Name), are you okay, my love? Is there something bothering you?"

You closed the windows and sat beside him. One, two, three... few minutes passed. You took a deep breath, " We were summoned by the king, few months ago," you took another deep breath, " he had a very... special request, one that requires me, and some other goddesses to work covertly."

Huedhaut attentively listened, asking a few questions here and there. " I sometimes get worried about this whole situation," you said " What if something goes wrong? "

He encouraged you to look on the positive side of this arrangement, "(Name), don't worry, I'll help you as much as I can."

The conversation became more pleasant and Huedhaut made an effort to improve the mood. The time passed quickly, he realized it was already 12:30 am and decided to return to his room.

"Would it be possible for you to spend the night here?" you asked him; putting on your best puppy eyes expression, knowing he couldn't refuse.

Huedhaut smiled and agreed, and the two of you went to your room to continue your conversation until you both fell asleep.

SCORPIO ♏

▪︎As the morning sun cast its warm glow, a smile graced your lips at the thought of meeting Scorpio later that day.

As you made your way back home, you were gretted by your mother who expressed her intention of visiting a dear relative, " (Name)", with a warm and affectionate smile. "My dearest, I shall return in the evening." she whispered, planting a gentle kiss upon your forehead before departing.

-Scorpio sat in his chair, writing reports, while keeping an eye on the wall clock. He waited patiently for Altair to arrive with the list of punishments.

Altair rushed forward with a pile of papers in his hand, struggling to maintain his balance. Eventually, he reached in front of the door and knocked on it. Scorpio promptly opened the door by snapping his fingers.

Altair nearly dropped the papers when Scorpio did so, but he managed to keep his balance and handed Scorpio the punishment lists. He thanked Scorpio and left.

Once again Scorpio snapped his fingers, the door closed. He placed the documents on the table and redirected his focus towards the reports he was composing.

After finishing with the reports, he placed them in an envelope. He stood up and took the documents and the envelope. However, before leaving his room, he noticed two papers that had fallen under his desk.

At first glance, the punishment lists appeared normal, with no names mentioned on them, which made it impossible to know whom they were addressed to. However, Scorpio soon noticed a symbol resembling an enchantment when some direct sunlight fell on one of them.

He decided to ask Altair about these and quickly went to find him. As he was walking through the corridor, he saw Altair coming out of Zyglavis's room; he seemed worried.

Scorpio decided to observe Altair from a distance. He quickly snapped his fingers, making himself invisible.

Altair was cautious, he knocked on the doors of the remaining gods one by one and handed them their papers.

Once he was done handing over the papers, he looked around to make sure, nobody was there.

He aimlessly walked around for sometime, before snapping his fingers and disappearing; leaving Scorpio with those papers.

Scorpio wanted to look for him, but he decided against it and went to the reflecting pool to deliver those punishment on his list.

Scorpio neatly put those two papers in a file.

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▪︎You had been waiting for Altair since the morning.

"Maybe i should get those papers, myself?" you thought.

You snapped your fingers, which brought you in front of the palace. As you were about to enter the palace, you saw Scorpio heading towards the gate.

He noticed you and called out to you, "( Name )!"

He quickly walked up to you, " I am glad you are here." You smiled at him.

" I have already completed my work. Shall we?" he asked; his voice filled with delight.

How could you deny his request?

" Let's go." you took his hand in yours and he snapped his fingers bringing you in front of a cafe, which had recently opened, in heaven.

" You need to try their coffee. It's delicious. " he said with a boyish smile on his face. Hand in hand, you two entered the Cafe. You sat on a chair while he went to order the coffee.

" I need to go back to the palace and look for Altair. " you thought. You hands were curled on your lap; you desperately tried to suppress your uneasiness. You wanted to enjoy your date; relax with Scorpio but instead you were thinking about work related problems. A deep sigh escaped from your lips. Perhaps things would have been a lot easier if you could just tell him about your situation.

" (Name) ", you looked up at him. " Would you like to go to the lake?" He asked. You snapped your fingers and brought him and yourself in front of the lake.

You snapped your fingers again, and a red picnic mat appeared on the grass. Scorpio sat down and placed the coffee cups and the envelope on the mat; you sat beside him.

You brought the cup to your lips and took a sip, "It's delicious." you said. " Thank you, Scorpio "

He looked at you and a slight smile graced his lips, " I am glad, you like it."

" I wanted to take you on a date, for quite some time. But my work came in the way." he said in an apologetic tone.

" That's ok, you were busy" you said, as you placed your hand in his, " Moreover i was busy myself."

"(Name), do you have any plans for tonight? I would love to spend some more time, with you." he said. " But i might need to assist Zyglavis with some paperwork beforehand. So it might take a while. " he added.

"In the evening?" you asked. He nodded his head in agreement. " You can come to my house after you have finished your work. We can have dinner and you can stay the night, if you want to." you said and winked at him.

He tried his best to hide his bashfulness, with a smile. But his cheeks soon turned red as you smiled back at him. He quickly changed the topic, by asking different questions.

The conversation turned merry, as it took different turns, opening different topics which were filled in the beautiful mixture of both of your voices.

The sun was slowly setting, he stood up extended his hand towards you and you helping you to your feet. You kissed him on the cheek and said goodbye.

Suddenly a massive blow of wind came, which flew away the documents. He started to pick up the papers. You helped picking up the scattered papers and handed them to him. He noticed one of those punishment lists slightly glowing as your fingers brushed against them.

After collecting all the fallen papers, he kept them inside the envelope. " ( Name ), can you please hold these?" he asked.

As your fingers touched those papers, the papers emitted a soft golden light, conforming his suspicions. He peered at you; carefully observing the changes in your expression. Many questions came into his mind but before he could voice any, the silence was broken by your voice, " Where did you find these, Scorpio? "

"And where is Altair?" you asked.

Scorpio explained how Altair had come to give him the lists of punishments and dropped these papers and how he had tried to look for them.

You explained him the whole situation and how the King had appointed you as ' The Goddess of Libra '. As you spoke more about your work, Scorpio couldn't help but smile at you.

Scorpio gently placed a kiss on your forehead, " I am sure you will do a wonderful job, my love. Have faith in yourself. " You wrapped your hands around him and asked, " Scorpio? You are comming for dinner, right?"

" Of course, my moon. How can i refuse?" he said. " But i now need to hurry, otherwise Zyglavis might explode out of anger. " he added jokingly and snapped his fingers.

You quickly snapped your fingers as well and went home to find your mother preparing dinner.

When you were almost done administering all the punishments on the list, you heard a knock on the door. Your mother answered the door and welcomed Scorpio.

#star crossed myth #scm #scm scorpio #scm aigonorus #scm huedhaut #scm headcanon

[fledermoved]

Who is your favorite canon warrior cat?

I used to say Graypool or Dovewing but when it comes to the original arc I think I favor Longtail just because the narrative really did him dirty.

People will be like "oh he was so edgy and mean to rusty/firepaw when he joined" but like. And? He was still a young warrior at the time and was taken under wing of like. Two very very anti-kittypet cats. Cats that had major influence on his life. Ofc he's gonna take after them and try to imitate that ideology/attitude, and probably in an exaggerated way because he's young, esp when it's not just Tigerclaw and Darkstripe that dislike kittypets.

But we see time and time again that Longtail is fiercely loyal and pretty compassionate about his clanmates even if he doesn't necessarily like them. Didn't he save Fireheart from like??? Drowning??

And then at the end of it all, he ends up with two of the most influential cats in his life leaving by betrayal and having to fight against them, losing his apprentice in an extremely traumatic way that, mind you, is connected to one of those influential cats because he lures the dogs out to kill brindleface, and ends up blinded by what to him MUST be a humiliating way.

I'm glad he's able to find peace with the disability by the end and settle, though as always I wish that the Erins would actually let disabled cats be warriors instead of immediately assuming they're incapable. Blindness ≠ unable to fight. It's a big disadvantage, yeah, but cats have other senses, and they're pretty strong senses at that.

Idk. I grow more and more fond of Longtail as a character as time goes on and personally I really wish he had been made deputy within the first arc because I believe he not only deserves it, but would be the guy fit for the job better than Graystripe or Bramble.

Dovewing is another close favorite, though I haven't read the newer arcs. I only know up to Omen of the Stars. Everyone sympathizes with Ivypool because she had a bad childhood and literally got sent to hell (it's valid to feel bad for her, don't get it twisted) but imagine being a literal child and your gods tell you that you're the chosen one whether you like it or not. You're "blessed" with an ability that actively hurts you and alienates you from your peers and you're settled with an insurmountable pressure to do as you're told to save the world or whatever. You just want to be a normal kid. You want to have a good relationship with your sister, but you can't because of this. You aren't allowed to complain about it because you are supposed to be grateful to these gods for everything. The other chosen ones are abrasive and standoffish from their own traumas. You're a child. And you're going through this. That's fucked up, man. And yet she's so kind 🥺

#anyway. ramble over #i have. thoughts #ooc #warrior cats tw #asks #anonymous #the art is mine btw #warrior cats #longtail #dovewing #graypool

[sundaynie]

OCEAN LOVER!LARS RORSCHACH

my personal hc for sea-hugger-lars

i definitely think lars’ love for the ocean surged to the surface when he was very young

his family is hella rich, so he went on cruise ships a lot as a kid

he fell off a boat once when he was younger and almost drowned

but his 7-year-old self thought a woman with a fishtail saved him (oh the imaginations of a child) hence his belief in mermaids growing up

the accident didn’t deter him from falling in love with the ocean tho

in fact it made him go on solo boat trips all the time (he has multiple yachts lol) to get over his fear

he definitely did semester at sea since his family is wealthy enough

he’s an excellent swimmer and a fantastic surfer

he was part of the water polo little leagues when he was younger and dragon boat racing at st. shelter academia

he loves aquatic sports (i would have said watersports but y’all are going to get the wrong idea ksjskskdl)

he’s tried every single recreational activity IN, ON and UNDER water

snorkelling, free diving, scuba diving, wakeboarding, water skiing, body boarding, canoeing and kayaking (his faves in bold)

he’s not an adrenaline junkie but he loves being adventurous so he doesn’t like fishing bc it’s so tame and boring

he also doesn’t like the idea of capturing and forcefully holding the sea creatures (even if momentary) bc he adores lil fishies 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

but he also loves eating fish (i realise the irony ksjsklsldd lars is a walking contradiction)

his favourite animal is a sea lion

he’s definitely into selkie mythology and loves reading about them in nordic myths and legends of the sea (since he himself is scandinavian)

he has an aquarium (or three)

one in his apartment, one in his office and one in his favourite beach house

he owns a dwelling by the sea in every popular coastal area in the world bc he a rich mf

deffo an aquatic activist

like he genuinely cares about the coral reefs and marine pollution and biodiversity

~ going to continue this in my marine biology student!lars headcanons so stay tuned lol

(as an island girl, i love sea-hugger lars ok)

#lovebrush chronicles #lars rorschach #st. shelter lars #st. shelter lars rorschach #for all time #for all time otome #luo xia lovebrush chronicles #luo xia for all time #daynie thoughts #lars rorschach headcanons #luo xia headcanons

[synthient]

Kid's Story from Neo's pov is soooo

He sends this sad ventposting child one (1) "You are not alone :)" message, plus a "To know the truth, you'll need to risk everything"--which is probably supposed to be about keeping them appraised of the potential costs/dangers of redpilling, not encouraging them to take any immediate risks

And then literally the next day, there are Agents at the child's school. Kid can't have been that high of a priority by themself, so it's gotta be because Neo contacted them that they're being treated as a threat/potential link to him

Neo starts frantically calling Kid's phone. His impulsive 3AM forum-trawling attempt at comfort is about to have a bodycount. Kid ignores the first couple calls because of the school cellphone policy, wasting precious time. When Neo finally gets through, all he manages is "They're coming for you. Get out" before Kid drops the phone

Neo probably had a whole Morpheus-style set of instructions ready to lead Kid to safety. Instead, he's stuck watching a teenager get chased by adults with guns, with absolutely no way to contact them again (his advice once the guns came out probably would have been oh my god just let them take you alive, not skateboard time 😎)

Neo has to watch a child whisper "Neo, I believe" as they throw themself off a building

Kid miraculously "self-substantiates," which means they wake themself up right before their DSI hits the ground. But that means the Neb never had a chance to redpill them and track down their physical body. So during the portion where Kid's blacked out, the Neb crew must have been desperately, manually searching the waters for an unconscious drowning teenager

And Kid wakes up. And Neo gruffly goes "I didn't save you. You saved yourself"...and can hardly bear to look at them for the rest of the trilogy 🥺

#kid: [bouncing around neo like a puppy] #neo: i am a being of pure duty & stoicism from now on. i am planning how to martyr myself for this as we speak. #the matrix #the animatrix

[f1uckinghell]

Whats the thing that makes Max yell at the pups? The pups would be shocked because mama never yells at them... Afterwards Max definitely feels guilty and apologizes but Daniel supports him for his desicion.

ngl with 8 kids…….. sometimes you just gotta yell. Like, it’s impossible not to.

naturally, it’s never to discipline them; the only times Max yells is when things get dangerous, like when Jasper’s hand is 1 inch away from the hot stovetop or when Evie is about to run over one of the dogs with her bike because Flynn and her are playing a fun game where they’re riding around blindfolded until they run into something or fall over.

The other occasion when someone yells at them is when they get into fights, like, physical fights with the potential to harm someone involved. It doesn’t happen super often bc they let the kids solve their own conflicts for the most part… but sometimes they overdo it and play too rough and someone ends up crying.

I think the one times Max loses it properly is when he is already stressed, and Flynn and Evie decide to „make lemonade“ and absolutely flood the whole kitchen. Max loses it, and yells at them… they both start crying because they didn’t mean to be bad 🥺 Max later apologizes to them of course.

(he does not feel guilty apologize for yelling at them to save them to save them from drowning each other in the pool though tbh lmao)

#5 years into teaching toddlers i have developed the best yelling voice #i could yell across 12 football fields at this point #listen with so many kids sometimes you just GOTTA yell #pup tag #vv!max #asks #virtues verse

[jaijaitbinks]

What if Genos watched Saitama's hero series as a kid too? Saitama learns this when they mention it in the news, about the actors or a remake. Saitama is surprised because he's older than Genos so things from his time would already be forgotten. But Genos explains that this series was so popular that they used to do reruns in tv when he was little.

They're happy to have something in common to talk about, and they even find the chapters in Internet. The series itself is more cringe than they remembered, but strangely nostalgic and keeps its charm.

YOUR BRAIN. GOD, THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE OMFG

Oh, the fluff potential 🥺

Imagine the actors' interviews are on TV during a very quiet evening—the usual news updates long since drowned out by both of them. Saitama is cutting out some coupons for cleaning supplies (and one for notebooks), Genos is laser-focused on drawing something Saitama can't make out from where he's sitting, their beand new slow-cooker is cooking the nicely marbled steak they got as a gift from King (the day before, a new game King was dying for came out and he was too anxious to go and get it himself because everyone would've flooded the shops and crowds are Gross. Saitama and Genos offered to go for him instead and successfully saved him a copy).

All of a sudden, music plays from the TV, quietly because the volume wasn't that high, but Saitama heard it all the same. It sounded Familiar, very upbeat and over the top, with a guitar riff that was unforgettable to him, so he looked up. It took a minute to process what he was looking at, but when it clicked, his lips parted gently in a surprised stare.

Nostalgia hits him square in the face when old clips are being played. He has memories of tying tablecloths and curtains to the sleeves/straps of his shirts as capes, only to get yelled at to take them off. He remembers, back when kids didn't think he was weird, playing Heroes vs. The World Ender, his character always inspired by his favorite hero Junkyōsha. He remembers a time where he would stand in front of the TV, intently watching his heroes fight, almost lose, then come up victorious in a way that had his small soul flailing its arms and jumping with glee.

Before he knows it, he's smiling. Now he's actually listening as the interviewer asks the cast questions about the up and coming reboot. Sadly, Saitama knows how most reboots usually go, but this cast seems genuine and kind. And he can tell a good half of them were also fans of the show, too—completely ecstatic to be characters in their favorite childhood show. He has hope for it.

He can't say why he looked towards Genos—maybe to tell him about the show, maybe to check up on him—but he does, only to be promptly met with the cyborg gawking at the TV. There's a look on his eyes, intense but in a way that was... well, not nicer—all of his expressions were nice, especially when they were intense—but more sweeter under the surface. Like he was in awe. Kind of how he always looked at Saitama whenever he said something "wise", but different. He realized quickly what Genos was feeling.

"Woah- Wait, You watched this show too??" He asked, scissors and coupons forgotten. Genos snaps out of his wonderstruck stare to look at Saitama. "I thought it ended after 5 years?"

"You watched it, too, sensei!?" The cyborg was elated, eyes shining with amazement and pure, unfiltered joy. It tweaked at Saitama's heart, and full on pulled when Genos began to smile. "When I was younger, they did a rerun of it because of its popularity. It didn't truly stop airing until 7 years ago."

"I could've been watching this back in high school?" He laughs a little. "Damn it, that would've made classes so much easier to get through! Whenever a show I liked was airing that day, that's all I would look forward to for hours. I'd do all my work just so the time would pass by faster." A humored grin spreads across his face. "When I was a kid, I did that every Wednesday and Friday when it came on. My dad was so mad that the only days I got good scores on anything was when Onikisu Ketsugō was on."

"I remember doing something similar as well," Genos says, smiling fondly—easily. "I'd come home and run to the living room immediately, and my mother would already have a glass of juice and sandwiches or slices of fruit for me on the table."

Saitama knows for certain that Genos is over the moon now, although he's trying his best to restrain it. Having him to talk about his parents, or childhood in general, was never easy on him. Not like this. Genos so happily shared a memory like that with him, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of him or excited to see him so happy.

"Who was your favorite hero? I used to be obsessed with Junkyōsha. His cape was so cool with the galaxy pattern on the inside and the white outisde."

"I did really like his costume. But I... I liked Zentoku the most. I never knew why, although their personality was very fun."

"Oh, yeah! I remember them! Weren't they like, really edgy, but always smiling no matter what happened? I used to think they were so weird, but now I really liked how they did that..."

And the conversation goes on. For the first time, Saitama rambles. He goes over 20 words almost everytime he talks, and Genos shares many memories without hesitation. They talk about their favorite episodes, what characters they disliked, the ones they wished they could change. Hell, during dinner, as they were eating that perfectly marbled steak, they made jokes and discussed character rewrites. Made new ones, brought back one-offs. They had so much fun that day, and when the remake came out a few months later, they watched the first episodes together.

#PLEASE WAIT #THIS IS SO CUTE #opm #one punch man #saitama #genos #saigenos #genosai #fluff

[ashdreams2023]

Hello!! I was wondering if you are willing to do a part 2 in the fic Every Reality you did? The one where Stephen meets Variant daughter? It was so good! I really want to know what happens next 🥺. Can you make it angsty with lots of fluff?

Of course! SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!

Stay

This headache was killing you, why in god’s name did you not agree to take painkillers when you had the chance.

It was like a hammer jamming into your head with each movement, no matter how small it was, you should’ve listened to your da-Stephen…it’s Stephen here, not your dad.

"Don’t move, the pain will get worse"

"Tell me something I don’t already know" you groaned placing your arm over your forehead. At least the coach was soft enough, you even got a fluffy blanket.

"Don’t sass me now young lady, you know better than to argue with you—sorry I didn’t mean to…just rest" Stephen rubbed the bridge of his nose and excused himself out of the room to the kitchen where America had found his stash of potato chips.

"You helped yourself I see" he said.

America swallowed then peaked at the living room where you laid "she looks beat up"

"Obviously, she’s lucky I came in time to save her, she never listens!" He sighed heavily then looked back at your laying form, this was hard for him.

America hummed then hopped on the counter beside the stove "you know she’s still your daughter and you from her reality is gone too"

"What are you getting at kid?" He knew exactly where she was getting at but he didn’t want to risk it, losing you once was enough but a second time might just be the last straw before he loses his sanity.

"Don’t be like this, she’s probably so scared and if she’s like your own daughter you might you know, comfort each other"

"And her other life, the reality she jumped from, what if she has a family other than that strange, what if I’m being selfish to keep her here with me?"

America’s eyes softened, she’s seen many versions of you two, different but still the same, you always followed your dad and he made sure you stayed safe.

"Why don’t you ask her then? If she wants to stay or find a way to go back" Stephen shook his head, christen is gone and now he has a chance to have a family again but it might affect the multiverse even more.

He can’t be selfish….can he?

"What if I’m doing the wrong thing? There’s millions of possibilities and I don-"

"Then try them all if you have too! You’re a sorcerer with great knowledge I’m sure you’ll figure something out but now, now you need to go and talk to your daughter"

Stephen swallowed, his throat felt dry and the water finish boiling on the kettle, he made some herbal tea and went inside to the living room where you laid.

He placed a cup for you on the coffee table and sat across from you wrapping both his hands around the warm cup "drink it, it will ease the pain a little"

"Ok" you pushed yourself up and winced from the pain in your head, the blanket fell on your legs. You grabbed the cup and inhaled the sweet smell of pomegranate.

You smiled softly at the warm liquid "it’s a while since I did this" you muttered soft enough for him to hear.

"Did what?" He asked.

"This…you, I mean my dad and I used to sit down and drink tea whenever he’s not drowning himself in work, it would be the two of us only"

Stephen looked down at the steam coming from his cup, he felt his chest tighten "you know…me and my daughter used to go ice skating sometimes, when she felt moody, she was great at it I was trash"

You snorted "I never got the chance, I’ll like to try though, even if he’s not really here anymore" your smile dropped a little and then you took a sip of your tea, it filled you with warmth.

"I could take you, I mean if you’ll want before….going back"

Your head shot up and looked at him with hopeful eyes "you mean it? We could go?"

The tightness hurt even more "yes, you just to ask and I’ll take you….anywhere" the hope in your eyes grew, the smile on your face made him want to be selfish and screw what anyone thinks.

"What if I…want to stay here, with you and America, I don’t have a family now and I really don’t want to be alone again, please sir"

Stephen sighed then placed his cup on the table, he scooted closer and put his hands on top of yours "I lost my daughter once and it was the saddest day of my life and if you stay I don’t want to lose you too but it’s up too, if you want to stay you can stay, I will love you just as much and try my best to protect you my child"

Your eyes stung from tears, you missed your father’s warm hands and soft words "I want too, please keep me dad, I don’t ever want to lose you again too."

#doctor stephen strange #dr stephen strange imagine #dr stephen strange #steve rodgers x reader #imagine #mcu #fanfic #father stephen strange #stephen strange

[rai-knightshade]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I see you liking every single thing on my YJK blog and now I have to stan

Have a baby Jaina with her aunt Mara

THANK YOU 😂😂😂 i was reminded of my childhood love of the Young Jedi Knights via a crossover with a completely different fandom And i may have fell down the rabbit hole last night 😅 thank you for keeping this fandom alive i was almost certain i was the only person left who remembered/cared about the EU/Legends kids, especially the ones who weren't Solos and Skywalkers 😓 they are PRECIOUS and i LOVE THEM

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#4

crash

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#3

Hey! 👀+💕 for the asks!

Current ask game!

👀 Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually? 

I really like word "hence", I heard it once in like third grade and I basically made it a core part of my personality from then on. Not sure how often I use it in fic tho.... Other than that, I think I use a lot of -ly words as descriptors; wryly, ruefully, brightly, etc. A bit basic I'll admit but they get the point across and I don't have to dig out a thesaurus to understand what a character is expressing.

💕 What is the WIP that you are most excited about?

Well as mentioned in the tags of my og reblog, I've only got one WIP that I'm actually working on right now! The working title is "rest your head close to my heart, never to part (baby o'mine)", which will probably stay the title cause I always use song lyrics 😂 I'm usually inspired by music to write so it's only natural, I think. It's a fic for Anne of Green Gables, specifically the Sullivan tv movie continuity remixed into the original book continuity. Set 8 years after the third movie and with zero regard for any supposed "fourth" movies you may have heard of, it centers on the eldest Blythe child, Dominic, and how he comes to a sudden realization about himself in relation to the rest of his family, and how his question of "where did I come from?" Is answered.

Or, "so you forgot to mention to your firstborn that he's adopted and now he's asking Questions™ because he's realized he's the blonde sheep of your black-, brown- and red-haired family, what do you do?" But in fic form 😂😂😂.

I'm excited to see it finished cause I've been working on it for weeks, and because it's the first fic I've written in... A year, I think? So to get it written out will be an amazing achievement for me! I'm not sure how it'll be received cause it's a) the most self-indulgent fluffy-ass piece I've ever written--even more so than my Bradyverse, which I didn't think was possible--and is explicitly canon to the Anne movie that literally only me and like 5 other people like 😅😅 but who cares it's family fluff time!

Thank you for the ask Zelmo!!

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#2

⏰ What time of day do you prefer to write? 📌 If all your fics/WIPs fell off a ship and were drowning (go with it), and you could only save one, which would it be?

Time of day: whenever I've got a free moment tbh 😂😂 which currently tends to be the evenings as I work the morning shift 5 days a week. I've written or edited during my lunch times before tho so it's far from a hard and fast rule. When the inspiration strikes, it strikes!

Pick one WIP to save: well considering I only have one WIP that I'm currently working on (sorry professors!macdalton au, hopefully I'll get back to you one day), I'd say it's gonna have to be that one, titled "rest your head close to my heart, never to part (baby o'mine)". Even if it wasn't my only wip tho it'd probly be the one I save cause it's also one of the longest-taking wip I've ever had (the Brady verse doesn't count that was less one full wip and more a bunch of little snippets) and the fact that I'm still not done even tho it's been weeks is like. Torture. So I *will* finish this goddamn fic if it kills me. Wouldn't be the first death in the series at least (tho to be clear, nobody dies in this fic. It... Just happens to be about the mc finding out he's an adopted orphan, so. Clearly somebody had to die along the way. Multiple somebodies, even.)

Thanks for the ask!

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My #1 post of 2022

He didn't even punch him, he slapped him.

So I've seen now! (I didn't watch the Oscars this was entirely secondhand.) Honestly like. It smells like bullshit to me man idk talk to me when somebody like, fully assaults someone on stage in a full on brawl or some shit THEN maybe we can talk about losing Oscars. Not a (honestly very easily justified) slap.

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[dizzy-pixels]

Things about Cerb S4 that are weird to me:

• It implies Cerberus doesn't do a lot of work as second hand to Hades...which makes no sense to me since people are dying all the time. Out of all the jobs, anything that has to do with the Underworld seems the least likely to leave you with time browsing social media and playing solitaire.

• MC became a goddess despite saying she didn't want to. Ten years has passed so of course it's possible she changed her mind during that time but at least tell me why she did change her mind??? I still rather her have goddess powers but not act on her potential like in Hydra's route and still employed as a H.E.R.A agent.

Things I did like:

• How his truama from his abusive mom comes back up again and influence how he raises his kids. When he was a kid he had to protect his brothers from his mom and then work hard as hell under Hades. Of course he doesn't want his kids hurt, but in his mind Hyacinth is just like him at his age wanting to help his family and protect them and he loves that he values the same thing he does. He okay to let Hyacinth accompany them to find the Keres and as long as he's there to protect him he doesn't see the problem. He's done more dangerous things when he was younger, plus he's there to keep him safe this time. But MC brings up the great point that Cerberus, these are murder demons. And while one of the rare times they're not on the same page is happening, a fed up Hyacinth goes off on his own which gets him into deep trouble, and they come together to save their little one. In the end MC learns to lessen the leash and to stop being a helicopter parent and Cerberus learns that encouraging your child who wants to assist in protecting the family is great but not at the expense of willingly putting themselves in danger they're not ready for. Yes Cerberus you were doing a bunch of dangerous shit at a young age but the difference is you were forced to, Hyacinth luckily isn't. And it's your job to make sure he doesn't have to. Both parents learn and grow. And the love they have for each other is still strong as ever. I love them so muchhh.

• Cerberus, a monster with 3 headed aura and has 3 brothers, marries and have 3 boys with aura of their own being 3 bears. Three is his lucky number okay haha. I do wonder why they have bear aura though. And why Ceres has an artic fox.

• The Special where they go camping shows of the kids personalities so well and I love them so much 🥺. AND I LOVE HOW HE CALLS THEM HIS PACK.

Unrelated by why is Davy named Davy. All his other siblings have Greek names and his is just...Davy. huh??? Is it a reference to Davy Jones locker or something? Like how it's a final resting place for drowned sailors. That can kind of relate to how his grandfather is Hades aka God of the underworld....but Davy Jones Locker isn't Greek so????

#Cerberus AFK

[aquagustd]

night shift - JHS, MYG

it’s Hoseok’s birthday, and Yoongi has the perfect gift in mind.

or after Yoongi’s assistant decides to go on vacation during the busy season, Hoseok asks if you could assist his friend until she gets back. One favor turns into two and before you know it, your relationship that was once professional turns into something more.

༄moodboard

pairing — yoongi x milf!reader x hoseok

genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, slight angst, office au, pwp

word count — 8.3K

warnings/tags — secretary!reader, single mom!reader, same au as ‘bonus,’ strong language, manhandling, curvy reader, hoseok is just 🥺, they’re both very persuasive & in love with reader bc she’s that bitch, reader has a kid, mentions of financial difficulties, allusions to mental health issues, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarette smoking, they lowkey bicker for her attention, sope synchronization mhm, possess hobi, explicit smut — threesome smut, voyeurism, spit kink, bit of a sir kink, breast kink, body worship, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f & m), finger sucking, name calling, throat fucking, cum eating, biting/scratching, mentions of bruising, hair pulling, nipple play, overstimulation, spit roast, unprotected sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, spanking, masturbation (m), cum shots

a/n — hobi’s bday fic 🤩 this sope threesome was highly requested by myself

✩ written for the Suit & Ties Sope Collab hosted by @hobisuniverse & @sugakookitty ✩

Min Yoongi.

The silver lettering stares back at you, trying to gather the courage before you reach out and press down the handle. 

In your haste to enter and drown out all your negative thoughts, you failed to notice that someone on the other side had opened the door just before the lock clicked. The files and stationery you had tucked under your arm goes flying across the porcelain tiles as you stumble forward, you had only managed to save the coffee tray. Muttering apologies, you begin to panic when two very large, very familiar, hands help rearrange the documents that had slipped out of your file.

Cheeks heating, you lift your head meekly to find Yoongi, not with a look of disappointment on his face, like you expected, but staring down your button up shirt as you’re bent over. His eyes flicker up to yours and you catch a tinge of pink on his cheeks. An expression you never thought you’d see on the intimidating man.

It seems like your first day with him is not going according to plan. Or at least, not what you anticipated.

His cheeks puff up when he gives you a small smile, scratching the back of his head with one hand while the other points to the coffee tray you’re clutching close to your body.

“That mine?”

“Oh,” you chuckle timidly, plucking at the tall cup of coffee, “I studied the notes Jia left. Hope I got your order right.”

His eyes turn rigid, sending a frightful shiver down your spine, “it’s just an Americano.”

He tucks one hand in his dark grey dress pants, not before flicking his coat away like he always does then pops the straw in one corner of his mouth, head cocked to the side as he scans your tense figure.

You shift from foot to foot, wondering if the pencil skirt and white blouse you chose for your first day suits his taste. You’re trying not to tug at the stockings that cling to your thighs, sweat building between them. One reason why you won’t miss working for Hoseok during this month; Yoongi wouldn’t care much about your dressing. As long as you’re dressed formal and neat. Soon you could get away with not wearing stockings or tights to the office.

He gives a satisfied nod, to your attire or the coffee you’re not too sure because then he turns on his heel and pads across the shiny flooring to his desk, dark walls contrasting the early morning light that pokes through the barely opened blinds. From what you remember reading in Jia’s notes, that’d be one of your tasks as soon as you step foot inside his office.

As he walks with determined strides to his desk, you take the time to admire him. You always thought he had a cute butt—

“I didn’t have time to go through her notes,” he begins, setting down his coffee on a square-shaped coaster while you stand with your back straightened at an unnatural angle, hands clasped in front of you, “but I’m sure she covered everything. Do you have any questions before we start?”

He slots his fingers together, blinking up at you while you’re trying not to lose brain cells over the fact that this man, with the deep voice and veiny hands could also have those pouty lips and pretty eyes.

“Uh…yeah. I mean—” You clear your throat, taking the stack of papers he thrusts in your direction without any thought, “—yes sir.”

Tucking his lower lip into his mouth, his gaze rakes down your figure one last time then he turns to his computer screen and rolls his chair closer to desk, “you can file those away in the bottom drawer next to your desk. I’m going to forward you a few documents before you begin.”

Following his line of sight, you totally forgot that you’d be working in the same space as him. Whereas with Hoseok, you were just outside the double doors to his office.

“Sure thing…sir.”

Great. Not even an hour has passed and you’re already proving to be a total idiot. You’d have to give yourself some time before you get accustomed to Yoongi and the atmosphere in his office. You hate to do it yourself, but you revisit the time when you first started working for Hoseok. It took you months to get used to being around his handsome face and it was him who broke through your nerves and now you’re basically good friends. Although there had been a few occasions where you would still be blown away by his good looks when he would show up in a new three-piece suit or walk in with a fresh haircut.

Still, Hoseok is more lax and you don’t know how long it’d be before your days go on smoothly without you over-analyzing your every move and wondering if Yoongi thinks you’re a waste of his money and time. However, you didn’t need Hoseok to put a good word in because your credentials speak for you.

When lunch rolls by, you’re sent off to fetch both his and Hoseok’s orders. Usually, they would eat lunch together but since Yoongi had said that he’s behind on a few things, he opted to have lunch in his office while you sit behind your laptop with the old Hello Kitty lunch box you stole from your six-year-old.

It’s a shame you had to leave Hoseok’s order at the front desk since he was out. You thought you could have a little chat with him before you got back. But you’re certain that he’d catch you before you leave in the evening with questions about your first day working under his stern best friend.

Ceaseless typing turns into the sounds of your chewing, the feel of his razor-sharp gaze on the top of your head as you hide behind your screen, cursing silently when a chunky piece of tomato slaps your chin.

It goes on like this for the rest of the week and you begin to appreciate the silence between you. You get to work without any disruptions, and you can finally wear skirts without stockings. Although you find yourself missing your chirpy boss from time to time. You haven’t seen him all week, hearing from the receptionist that he’s been busy with a few investors. When you happen to run into him on a grim Thursday afternoon, you can’t contain your happiness. He accepts your hug without hesitation and only when the rich scent of his perfume hits your senses do you realize your mistake, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

The tips of his fingers linger on your elbows once you pull away, heart-shaped smile reaching his eyes.

“How have you been? I hope Yoongi hasn’t been giving you too much trouble,” he laughs, the kind of laugh that seems to lift your spirits every time you hear it.

“No, no, it’s going well…” You trail off, wondering how you can convey how much you miss him without coming off as unprofessional.

“Yeah well,” he snorts, not quite meeting your eyes, “I miss having you around.”

“Really? I mean—” you giggle, a little confused as to why you’re getting all flustered when this is the same man you shared your deepest, darkest secrets with.

“You look different,” he notes, finger hooked under his chin as he inspects your face, “did you do something different today?”

“Oh,” you flush, both hands tugging at a lock of hair, “I got a trim just the other day.”

He snaps his fingers, speaking around a grin, “that’s it! You look pretty.”

He’s in a particularly good mood today. Handing out compliments like they don’t make you weak in the knees.

Knees. His playful eyes turn firm once they land on your bare legs. Oh no, you think. You’re not wearing stockings. Perhaps now would be a good time to ask why he placed so much emphasis on you wearing stockings all those months ago. But before you can even open your mouth, he’s leaning forward, lips a breath away from your ear.

“I can’t wait for these three weeks to be over, but you know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder,” he mutters, giving you a small wave when he jerks away from your stunned frame, “come visit me when you have time. Have a nice evening!”

“You—” you choke on your spit when he winks, walking backward before he spins around and pushes through the glass sliding doors “—too.”

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. What’s gotten into him? Now you’re impatient. He’s never been that flirty with you in the past. Things have always been professional but him saying things like that only heightens your attraction to him.

The next morning, you’re forced to push out all those thoughts and focus on the most annoying job ever. Something that a ten-year-old with a computer could do and there’s no other way except to manually copy and paste. Maybe Yoongi can sense your annoyance, because around lunch, for the first time since the start of your temporary job under his scrutiny, does he speak.

“I…uh—”

Your head snaps up, a carrot slice stuck in mid-air as you wait for him to finish.

He rubs the back of his neck, elbow propped up on his desk, “I wanted to thank you for doing this for me at such short notice. I don’t think I would’ve found anyone else to help out so…thank you.”

Wiping your hands on a tissue, you lean back in your chair, shrugging lightly, “it’s not a problem.”

He shoots you a small smile, then returns to his frantic typing. You don’t know what possesses you, but you’d have to lighten the mood someday. If it won’t be him who does it.

“Although I wouldn’t have done if Hoseok didn’t nag me,” you jest, his feline eyes crinkle at the corners in a way you’ve only seen when he’s in Hoseok’s presence.

“I know, he did say it took some persuasion from him but…you gave in eventually. I guess he’s the one I should thank.”

You chuckle, “if you haven’t already, yeah.”

“But you know,” he leans back in his chair, legs spread wide, “no offence, but I feel like there are some areas where you…”

“Lack?”

He gazes up and to the side, knuckly fingers running through his dark, styled hair, “I won’t say lack but…”

The least bit offended, you cross one leg over the other, ready to tell him why Hoseok employed you over the other much more equipped candidates.

“It’s nearly a year ago,” you reminisce, the corners of your lips lifting slightly once you recall Hoseok’s generosity, “I assume he did this with the rest of the candidates who were waiting outside his office, but he didn’t even take a peek at my resume before the interview began. He was willing to listen and I somehow just told him everything.”

“Hoseok will do that to you,” he sniggers, turning to face you fully from his place across the muted office, “everything?”

“Yeah,” you swallow, running a thumb over your wine-red nails, “things were tough at the time and ye—”

“It’s alright,” Yoongi dismisses, readjusting his position in his chair, “I understand. I apologize for—”

“No, it’s fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been asked that question. But you should know that I’m a fast-learner and I get everything done.”

You notice a slight jump in his brow before his gaze drifts over your seated figure then back up to your face. And maybe you notice that it lingers on your lips for a bit but that might just be the sexually deprived side of you. The only downside of working under the two of them and running through their files simultaneously is that you hardly have any time for yourself. Recreational activities.

“I know. Hoseok only had good things to say about you.”

Did he? What did he say?

After your brief exchange yesterday, you began to see him in a different light. Not that you weren’t attracted to him before he planted a seed of hope that he might actually find you attractive too. From what you’ve gathered, Hoseok only dates wealthy, hedonistic women with no kids.

You didn’t stand a chance but you’re beginning to rethink everything between you. Even more when Yoongi goes on about the things he said. All sprouting tears in your eyes and some…you didn’t think he would notice.

“…so I don’t doubt your abilities,” he finishes, dabbing at the corners of his mouth while you’re shoveling the rest of your chicken stir fry into your mouth.

“Yeah, I could do anything you asked me with a little guidance.”

He narrows his eyes at you, “anything?”

You nod with full confidence, “anything.”

He smiles, tapping a few sheets of paper on the desk that holding it in your direction, “okay.”

Growing suspicious at the smirk he has on his face, you snatch up the papers from him, a little relieved that your joke didn’t backfire.

“What’s with that smile?”

“Oh,” said smile grows even wider, “nothing. Just thinking.”

After that small conversation, you notice that Min Yoongi doesn’t always sit upright at his desk, he slouches. In fact, he has terrible posture. Sometimes he forgets that he needs to eat, and you have to practically rip him away from his screen and remind him that food is his fuel and he hasn’t eaten for nearly six hours. Sometimes he stays a little too long after hours and forgets that he can complete it the next day, losing sleep. His gait isn’t always as confident as you’re used to seeing. He doesn’t always have the correct answer. From learning all these things about him, your own nervousness eases away.

Eventually, you do tell him the true reason why Hoseok decided to employ you. Despite it being an embarrassing story.

It’s not easy being a single mother and there are only a handful of people who are genuinely remorseful. The others all reach one conclusion. An irresponsible individual who’s paying for her reckless past. You were betrayed by one and then the rest of the world continued to let you down. A cycle you never thought you’d escape. For the longest time, you believed that you deserved it. That you deserved to be treated the way you were treated. Succumbing to the darkness that grew and grew with each passing day.

But one tiny spark, her tiny hands in yours warmed your heart and you vowed never to give up for her sake if not yours.

Things were tough, struggling to fill your daughter’s lunchbox every morning when she just started school. Working at the diner for nearly twelve hours for minimum wage. Barely making it to cover costs. You didn’t stop searching, you had a bit of time for interviews here and there, all turned you down because of one reason. The same reason why you attended the interview in the first place.

And just when the darkness threatened to take over once again, you met Hoseok. After hearing your story, he offered you more than just a job but security. He was an angel, he became a friend. One you cherish more than he would ever know.

Along with that, he was devastatingly handsome. Maybe he ruined a few chances of you finding true love because you were either working late or you turned them down after a heartfelt conversation over warm coffee. It was dumb, to think that your high-profile employer would want you as much as you wanted him. But still, you allowed yourself to daydream.

Things shifted between you and Yoongi after. Conversations were smoother and you no longer felt nervous around him. That’s a lie. You still felt nervous around him but for a totally different reason. Perhaps you’re reading things wrong but he’s started to feel a little…clingy? He needs you by his side at all times and added a few extra tasks to Jia’s notes. Why did it have to be them? The hottest duo in the entire building bossing you around. Correction: why did it have to be you? And that unexplored kink of yours.

Later on, the next week, you decide to take a short break on the roof, expecting to meet Yoongi in the same spot you escape to when things get a little overwhelming. He has a cigarette kept between his lips, leaning over the edge with his hands hanging off the railing, broad shoulders stretching out the fabric of his pullover. He doesn’t notice another presence until the click clack of your heels give you away and he throws a lopsided smile over his shoulder.

He proffers the cigarette to which you refuse, tugging your coat closer to your body when a powerful gust of wind passes over your shivering frame.

By now you can tell when he’s checking you out, open-mouthed smirk, eyes lit with a mischievous glint and not just looking at you. He doesn’t seem to care that you’re fully aware whenever he’s checking you out, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth when you mirror his action before it settles into a silent staring contest.

You always win.

The sun glows blood red as it dips below the horizon, drenching the roof and your somewhat relaxed frame in a bright hue. You tip your head back, finishing off the last few sips of your iced coffee before shutting your eyes briefly, wondering what you’d make for supper once you get home.

When you peel your eyes open, nearly falling asleep while standing in the comforting warmth, you notice him looking at you from the corner of his eye, putting out his cigarette with the tip of his shoe where you could probably see your reflection.

“What?”

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, voice muffled by the wind, “nothing.”

“Then why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“It’s cold.”

“So?”

“Should’ve worn those tights today.”

You blink at him in disbelief, “it’s not that cold. Plus, I used to only wear them because Hoseok asked me to.”

He turns fully to face you, taking a single step in your direction, “Hoseok asked you to wear tights?”

“Technically,” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ears after it gets caught on your lipstick, “they were stockings and yeah, he did.”

His eyes light up, speaking under his breath, “he did. Of course, he did.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “why ar—”

When his gaze flits from your eyes to your lips, you know you aren’t imagining things this time around, heart stuttering in your chest at the proximity. He takes a step closer, tongue wetting his bottom lip.

“You know, Hoseok’s birthday is in a few days.”

He gestures for you to follow him to the exit, another way of saying ‘back to work.’

“Shit, it slipped my mind. I should get him something.”

“Actually,” Yoongi continues, open-mouthed smirk returning, “we’re going out for drinks that evening. Just him and I and a few friends. Would you like to join us?”

You’re a bit taken aback by his offer. Celebrate your boss’ birthday? With him and his friends? Drinking? Would Hoseok even want you there? He was the one who prefaced everything with ‘keep it professional,’ and having drinks with him after hours would go against it.

Yoongi tilts his head in your direction, sensing your hesitance, “if you’re free that is.”

“I am free.”

“Great.”

“But…”

“But?”

“I don’t know…”

“C’mon,” he prods, eyebrow lifting with temptation, “we’ll give you a good time.”

You sigh defeatedly.

“But I’m not sure if Hoseok would like the idea very much,” you laugh dryly, tailing Yoongi to the exit.

He holds the door open for you, chests touching for a split second as you try to squeeze past him.

“Trust me, he’d love the idea.”

It’s been nearly two weeks since you spent a night out drinking. Too tired to even respond to their texts, your friends had proposed a girls’ night out multiple times, but it would’ve been disrespectful if you replied that late in the evening when the opportunity already passed. But here you are now, standing outside the bar Yoongi had told you about earlier today. On your way in, nerves creeping up your neck, you meet Hoseok’s driver. He gives you a small nod, clearly admiring the outfit you picked out for tonight.

“Have a lovely evening.”

You shoot him a shy smile, adjusting the strap of your red bodycon dress, “thank you.”

From your knowledge, Hoseok only takes his driver along after hours when he plans to get wasted. The vibes inside the bar doesn’t do much to elevate your party mood. Sleazy men lingering around dark corners, women giving you the side-eye as your gaze bounces around the dimly lit room in an attempt to find them. And once you do, their eyes are already on you.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you push through the obstreperous crowd and make your way to them, thinking of what would be the appropriate greeting a little too late. When you’re standing right in front of the two superiors.

They say nothing, gawking at you before you realize that you have something, other than your purse, in hand.

“Here—” you thrust the beige gift bag in Hoseok’s direction and despite shooting him a text early this morning, you wish him again “—happy birthday.”

He seems to snap out of his reverie, smile slapped onto his face, “oh wow. Thank you so much.”

Before taking the bag from you, he leans forward and pecks each of your cheeks, free hand placed on the small of your back as he shouts over the music. You can hear your heart beating a thunderous rhythm in your ears.

“You look amazing! Should I open it now?”

You manage a bashful smile, slotting yourself between him and Yoongi who hasn’t said a word since your arrival, even after Hoseok opens the gift. A pen with his initials engraved on it. You wanted to get him a wristwatch but each one you picked up, was one you remembered seeing him wearing before.

“I love it,” he beams, setting it on the counter behind him, “thank you.”

You turn to Yoongi, cocking a questioning brow. He swirls the drink in his cup, amber liquid slipping into his mouth before you catch a hint of a smirk on his lips. The green jacket and purple turtleneck combination would look hideous on anyone else, but of course, Yoongi makes it look sexy. Raven hair pushed back to expose his forehead.

Hoseok’s wearing more neutral tones. Donning a coat that fits his frame perfectly and designer bag thrown over his shoulder. Hair tousled and messy, getting it done by crouching in front of the mirror like you’d seen him do once before. The memory alone has a weird feeling stirring in your lower belly. Everything he does is attractive, even as he leans back on his elbows, two small dimples making a brief appearance when he smiles down at you.

“Who’s taking care of baby for the night?”

You smile at his use of the pet name ‘baby,’ something he had picked up from you whenever you would talk about your daughter, which was quite often.

“Baby is staying at my sister’s place tonight,” you reply, seeing his eyebrows shoot up.

“That’s sweet. I’m glad to hear that things worked out between you.”

You fiddle with the zipper on your purse, knowing that he’s referring to the ongoing tiff between you and your family, “yeah…”

Yoongi clears his throat, “what can I get you?”

Turning to him, you point at his now half-full cup, “I’ll have what you’re having.”

Hoseok laughs from beside you, prompting you to turn to him with a few strands of hair flopping over your shoulder, shielding your bare back from Yoongi’s unrelenting stare.

“If you plan on going home early tonight, I wouldn’t suggest it.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “I don’t…I don’t?”

The second time it comes out much softer, catching them share a look with each other before Hoseok signals for the bartender to bring out two more of Yoongi’s drink.

“So you don’t plan on going home tonight?”

Yoongi asks, playful yet menacing lilt to his deep voice.

Did you hear Hoseok wrong?

Just when you’re about to answer, the drinks come out. Sharp whiskey burning down your throat in slow sips. Yoongi makes it look like water.

“Where’s everyone else?”

Hoseok has a puzzled look on his face before Yoongi rushes to answer, staring straight ahead without pulling his lips away from the rim of his glass.

“They left.”

“Oh.”

He sets his empty cup down and gestures to the back of the bar, where you know the private lounges are situated.

“Shall we?”

Nearly an hour and a half later, a little buzzed, you and Yoongi had slipped down from the uncomfortable couches onto the cushioned floor, finishing up the snacks left out on the hexagonal table. The lighting dims from a deep cerulean to dull red, low music filtering into the room from just outside the curtains. Yoongi seemed to have started earlier than you because he’s practically bouncing off the maroon cushions, singing the birthday song to Hoseok every five minutes.

Hoseok smolders from his place on the couch, flute of champagne sat to the side with a mellow smile on his face.

It’s as if they swapped personalities.

He calls your name, lips hovering over the rim of his glass, “having fun with Yoongi?”

You chuckle, ruffling up your hair a bit, “yeah. Are you having fun birthday boy?”

An unrecognizable expression passes over his features before he leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees, “I would be. If you were to maybe come a little closer and talk to me for a bit.”

Before you can string together a witty response, Yoongi pipes from your side, hand dangerously close to your neck when he reaches over to top up his cup.

“Lighten up. It’s your birthday,” he sniggers, dragging out his words.

Hoseok clicks his tongue as he leans back in his seat, eyebrows screwed together, “why should we celebrate getting old?”

“Now’s not the time to question life, Hope-ah,” Yoongi scolds, sliding the tray of snacks in Hoseok’s direction.

Concerned over the sullen look on Hoseok’s face, you scoot a little closer to him, breath hitching in your throat because he looks even more handsome from a lower angle.

“Come on, let’s celebrate. It’s your birthday!”

Aided by the alcohol in your system, you manage to pull him up to his feet, holding both his hands when you try to sway him to the beat echoing in the capacious lounge. You’re too busy trying to look sexy as you dance to notice him hesitate before he rests his hands on your hips as you turn around, rolling your ass onto him before jerking away when Yoongi pops up in front of you.

Laughing when Yoongi wiggles his hands around, you place your palms on his shoulders, glad that he’s willing to match your pace. He winds an arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest with half-lidded eyes boring into your own. Not even a second later and two hands return to your hips, yanking you back until your head presses into a stiff shoulder, braving a look up to find Hoseok’s lips just an inch away.

You hear Yoongi snicker before you’re pulled into his embrace again, but Hoseok doesn’t let you go this time. In fact, he seems to be grinding his hips against you, blunt fingernails pressing into the material of your dress. Your hands are trembling, sweat prickling your scalp when you feel Hoseok’s hot breath on your ear and Yoongi’s breath on your forehead. The sensation of their hands on your skin feels as if they’re luring you into an inescapable tide of lust and desire.

A finger under your chin tilts your head up and to the right, meeting Hoseok’s heady gaze.

“Are you okay with this?”

You hum, because if you speak, an embarrassing, animalistic sound might leave your lips. He nods, leaning down to press his lips to your temple when Yoongi takes a single step forward, forcing you to shuffle closer to Hoseok.

They’re staring at each other, as if having a silent conversation before they both tip their heads down to look at you, heat travelling down your abdomen to rest in your core when you notice their matching smirks.

Yoongi licks his lips, hands sliding up and down your sides, tingles erupting on your skin. The music switches into something slow-paced. Not doing much to ease the tension in your lower belly. Trapped between their toned arms, not knowing where to keep your gaze, mind fogged by their intoxicating scents when Hoseok spins you around and holds you close.

Yoongi repeats his question from earlier, drawing your lips closer to his by leaning in then pulling away. You follow like a magnet, yet still glued to the man in front you. Hands moving your hips from side to side. Heart fluttering in your chest when he brushes your hair away from your face.

“Do you plan on going home tonight?”

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel Hoseok’s lips drag across the junction between your neck and shoulder, ass pressed against Yoongi’s growing bulge. You don’t know what might explode first – your head or your heart?

“Answer his question,” Hoseok whispers, lips lingering on the shell of your ear, “are you going home tonight?”

Sucking in a deep breath, need defying any rational thought, knowing that it’s not just the alcohol but your own want heightening with each passing second. You shake your head.

“No.”

It all happened in a rush. You were guided out of the bar and into Hoseok’s van in what seemed like less than fifteen seconds and once you were in, sitting between the two of them, Hoseok grabbed your cheeks and covered your mouth with his in a dizzying kiss. Lips moving over yours gently, drawing out your tongue with his own then flicking into your mouth. Your hands fly to the front of his coat, tugging him closer and closer until you part for air.

But you only have a few seconds to catch your breath and take in what just happened because Yoongi is gripping your chin, slotting his lower lip between yours as you try to keep up with his movements. A sound of pleasure rising from your chest when his tongue rolls into your mouth and clashes with your own, tasting you in hot licks.

Hoseok’s glossed lips are on your neck, teeth nipping at your earlobe before his tongue massages the supple skin under your ear, like he knew that was it. That was the spot he needed to conquer before you surrender to their ravenous touches.

Both their hands are curled around your thighs, barely making it to tell the difference between their kisses, the feel of their hands on your burning skin. Yoongi’s hand inches higher, and higher, pulling your leg over his knee, cool air from the AC hitting your sweaty skin. You’re bracing yourself for him to touch your drenched pussy, running your fingers through Hoseok’s hair as Yoongi suckles on the skin just above your collarbone but Hoseok swats his hand away, a sound of disapproval pressed into your throat.

Your chest rises and falls with laboured breaths, giving Hoseok a puzzled look.

The city lights flash as you speed down the streets, filling the car with bright, neon lights to expose his flushed state; hair even messier, lips swollen and pink, “getting a little impatient?” His words are directed at Yoongi, whose arms are still tight around your torso.

Spinning around in Yoongi’s hold, you see his lips stretch into a gummy smile before his arms slacken around you, letting you return to your seat between the two of them. They both adjust their clothing and you do the same, lifting your dress strap that had fallen when your mouth drops open upon meeting the driver’s gaze in the rear-view mirror. He looks away immediately. Tugging at the hem of your dress, you pat your warm cheeks and swallow the lump in your throat, heartrate finally returning to normal.

You’ve never been to Hoseok’s place before and you can’t really take away anything when you’re being ushered into the mansion with his hand placed firmly on your lower back. The interior is exactly like you expected his home to be. Modern with hints of eclectic designs. Opulent lighting, fluffy rugs, and mosaic walls in the dining area. However, your compliments dissolve on your tongue when a loud beeping sound fills the foyer. You reach up to cover your ears, sending a panicked look in Hoseok’s direction.

He nods toward Yoongi who takes the ring of keys from his hand, rushing into a room near the kitchen. Hoseok takes your hand in his, a soothing smile on his face as he guides you up the stairs and down a long hallway with doors on either side, flipping the light switch near the entrance.

“That was just the new alarm system,” he informs, voice a little taut, poking his head in each room while you follow him blindly, wondering if he’s grossed out by your clammy palms, “I forgot that I needed to enter the code before we got in. I’m so used to doing it after.”

He stops outside the last door on the left, thumb running over your knuckles when he turns to you, a hint of nervousness in his smile. The room is cosy and immediately you want to collapse onto the heap on cushions, wishing you could take a weeklong nap in the gigantic bed. The décor is minimalistic but complements the rest of his home’s interior. You sit down at the edge, nerves percolating on your skin once again when he shrugs off his coat and tosses it on the armchair in the corner of the room.

“Have you been with—” he hesitates, setting all the accessories he wore tonight on the dresser, “—more than one?”

You shake your head, playing off the slight shiver that jerks your body forward by giggling.

“I haven’t. But you don’t have to worry about that.”

His eyebrows lift, pulling off his socks before stalking in your direction. You make room for him to stand between your legs, leaning back on your palms as he towers over you, hair dusting his eyebrows.

“Yeah? I don’t? Well then,” he grins, placing one knee on the bed, so close to your heat before leaning down, cupid’s bow grazing yours as he speaks, “Yoongi and I will take good care of you.”

The pressure applied to your hips when he finally settles on top of you feels delicious, blood rushing to your head with anticipation. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back fervently as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. It’s sloppy and rushed, moaning into each other’s mouths as you feel his pants expand against you.

He pulls away, searching your eyes briefly before he grinds down against your center, lips parted. You grip his arm, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. You lift your hips for more, but he shakes his head, eyes crinkled with mischief when he presses your hips down with one hand and discards of his shirt with the other. He takes your hands in his, holding them up to his chest before sliding your palms down his toned skin.

“Started without me?”

Yoongi stands at the door, jacket thrown over his shoulder as he leans against the doorframe, looking smug. Again, he looks at Hoseok who nods, beckoning him to the bed with a curl of his fingers.

You’re sitting up on your elbows, more intoxicated by the sight of them standing in front of you at the foot of the bed, Hoseok’s gaze on your spread legs while Yoongi’s is set on your breasts that spill out of the sweetheart neckline on your dress.

“We’ll take good care of you,” Yoongi says, echoing Hoseok’s words from earlier. He’s undoing the buttons on his black shirt, sharp eyes stoking the fire in your core. His words make you wonder if they’ve discussed this beforehand, if they knew exactly what was going to happen tonight.

Hoseok rests his hands on either side of your body, eyeing you up and down, “strip for us.”

Gulping, you get to undoing the zipper on the side of your dress immediately, hearing him chuckle at your fumbling. But you’re too impatient to care that you’re practically shaking with desire. However, their smirks falter when you roll down the dress over the swells of your boobs, bare chest displayed to them.

“Fuck,” you hear Yoongi growl, sitting back to kick the red fabric off your legs, the only article of clothing being your red, lacy panties. You place your hands between your legs, concealing the growing wet patch on your underwear, but Hoseok tuts, pinning your hands to the bed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts, catching your lips in a brief kiss when you hear shuffling next to your head, “don’t hide from us. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

He scoots down the bed, pulling his belt from the loops hastily while Yoongi, now clad in his boxer briefs only, sits down next to you, taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

His pale skin glistens in the moonlight, lips sparkling with spit once he settles next to you, large bulge filling out his underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight, fingers itching to reach down and palm him through the material but Hoseok is back next to you, slotting a pillow under your head as Yoongi kisses the valley between your breasts, hand coming up to pluck at your pebbled nipples while he makes his slow descent down the length of your body, stopping just above the elastic of your soaking panties.

The next few minutes has your breath coming out in soft pants, Hoseok’s fingers creeping up your neck as he covers your mouth in another heart-stopping kiss, Yoongi pecks the supple skin of your inner thigh, thumbs hooking into the band of your underwear before quickly dragging it down and tossing it one corner of the dark, humid room. Yet you still shiver when he blows onto your pussy, index and middle finger spreading your swollen lips in a ‘V’ shape.

With a hand on his chest, you push Hoseok away, chin hitting your chest as you meet Yoongi’s gaze, resisting the urge to buck into his mouth with furrowed brows, seeking any kind of friction on your tumescent clit.

Hoseok’s fingers reach under the back of your left knee, folding your leg by that joint so your foot is planted on the mattress, exposing more of your cunt to their hungry eyes.

“Yoongi’s gonna make you feel good,” Hoseok chuckles at your flustered state, sucking near your nipple as he cups one of your tits. “He’s good with his tongue.”

On queue, Yoongi flattens out his tongue and licks a broad stripe up your folds, keeping his tongue rigid as he flicks your clit from side to side. Your back arches off the bed, head thrown back just as fast as it lolls forward to watch him take your clit into his mouth and suck – hard, you whine, held down by Hoseok’s grip around your throat.

Hoseok’s tongue curls around the shell of your ear, continuing to spew praises as Yoongi suctions your clit with his lips, keeping you spread open for him with his calloused fingertips digging into the meat of your thigh. The bedsheets are caught in your grip, pleasure shooting up your spine when Yoongi hums into your cunt, spitting on your swollen folds lewdly before going back to devouring your dripping hole. Your brain short-circuits when he repeats the action, arousal slipping onto the bed, making a mess.

“Hmm, let’s hear you,” Hoseok encourages, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck but no real pressure applied, “I wanna hear your pretty sounds.”

Your mouth hangs open, soundless whispers of their names leaving your lips when Yoongi begins to wiggle his head with your clit trapped between his lips, tongue poking into your clenching hole.

You’ve never been too vocal in bed, so even as Yoongi doubles his efforts, eyes near rolling to the back of your head, all that leaves your lips are hot, staggered breaths. But Hoseok isn’t having it.

“Yoongi,” he grits, alternating between twisting your nipples and slapping them lightly, watching intently as you jolt with the action, “looks like you’re not doing a good job tonight.”

Before you can counter that no, he’s doing a fantastic job, so close, Yoongi sinks two fingers into you, curling them at the perfect angle, so perfect the pads of his fingers hit your sweet spot, walls closing in around him when he pulls back the hood of your clit and nudges his tongue right there at breakneck speed.

You sit up on your elbows, grinding down on his tongue and fingers, moans climbing up your throat. He fucks his fingers into you, loud squelching of his digits pressing into your sopping cunt is the only sound that can be heard apart from Hoseok’s praises and Yoongi’s muffled moans.

“Shit, I—Fuck!”

“That’s it,” Hoseok hums, taking his cock out of his underwear, “grind on his tongue. So fucking pretty. Come on, cum.”

Your thighs shake around Yoongi’s head, lungs locking up when you tip off the edge and drench Yoongi’s tongue, fingers and chin in your arousal, grinding down on the filthy muscle that continues to flex against your folds. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, ensuring that you see him licking off every drop from them as he kneels between your straining legs.

“Let me have a taste.” Hoseok reaches down to run his long fingers along your folds, gathering a good amount of your slick on them as you twitch with overstimulation, mumbling his name when his nail catches onto your throbbing clit. His nostrils flare, eyes closing momentarily as he licks his fingers clean. “I’ll have a better taste next time. Get up.”

Legs a little wobbly, you obey his orders, a rush of fresh arousal cascading down your limbs when he guides you onto your hands and knees. Mewling when his hand comes down on your ass, flesh rippling with the impact.

“Finally get to fuck this pussy—"

“Wait,” Yoongi stands on the other side of the bed, a slight pout on his lips.

In the midst of your haze, you look over your shoulder, Hoseok narrows his eyes at his sulking friend, cock sticking up against his belly.

“It’s my birthday,” Hoseok reminds, drawing a soft whimper from your lips when his cock presses into your ass cheeks. “My gift.”

Yoongi comes around the bed a little begrudgingly, spit collecting in your mouth when you realize what’s about to happen. His cock is in line with your face, dark hair collected just below his navel which only makes your jowls tingle. He stares down at you with simmering eyes, tangling his fingers into your hair while his other hand grips your shoulder.

You blink up at him, lips parted when he grabs the base of his cock and taps your lips, tasting his salty precum when he runs the tip along the seam of your lips.

“Open up.”

Swallowing thickly, your jaw unhinges, expected to take the girth of his veiny cock between your lips but you receive his fingers instead, lips closing around them as you bob your head, all while holding eye contact.

“You’re a little tease, aren’t you?” He tries to take his fingers out but you only suck harder, hollowing out your cheeks. His fingers dig into your shoulder, sure to leave bruises. “Hey, be a good girl for me. I want to feel those pretty lips on my cock.”

It’s as if he’s forcing himself to be gentle, but his true desires are evident in the way his fingers twist around your hair, face contorting in pleasure when you finally take him in your mouth, quick to twist at the base and suckle around the tip. Splitting it with your tongue, dipping your head to flick the wet muscle against his frenulum.

His head sags between his shoulders, neck glistening with sweat as you suction around the tip, dragging your saliva along his length with your palm. Eager to hear more of his sinful sounds, you sink down till your nose touches his pubic bone, swallowing around him once, twice. He growls, dragging you off his length with his hold around your hair.

“Fuck, her mouth feels so good. Look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

You keen at the praise, ready to take him again when both his hands slide up your neck to keep your hair in a makeshift ponytail, the weight of his thick cock back on your tongue as he snaps his hips forward. Relaxing your throat, you prepare to take his cock deeper when he adjusts his stance and starts thrusting erratically. Spit dribbles down the sides of your mouth, eyes watering when he yanks your head back then flexes his hips harshly, tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

Hoseok curses, hands running up and down your sweaty back before you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge at your entrance, pussy clenching as soon as he pushes the tip in.

“Fuck. She’s so fucking tight.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi’s thrusts become rapid, nails digging into your scalp just as Hoseok pushes in to the hilt, a choked moan rising up your chest, the vibrations adding to his pleasure.

Hoseok goes slow, savoring the feel of your ridged walls dragging along his cock just as your they close around him, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

“Fuck,” Hoseok grunts, “so fucking wet for me. Slipped right in.”

Their thrusts are synchronized, filling you up with their cocks to have nothing but the sensation of their frenzying touches in your mind. Your mouth and thighs go taut as they continue to use you like you’ve always dreamed. Their moans mixed sounds erotic and opiating, Yoongi’s woody scent blends well with Hoseok’s more spicy fragrance, drugging you as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter.

Hoseok pulls out, with only the tip kept inside you before you feel him readjust his position and then go hammering into your cunt, each thrust has you moving up on the bed. Your eyes screw shut when he smacks your ass, walls quivering around him. Yoongi fights back, keeping your head at a certain angle, balls slapping your chin as he rolls his hips into your face.

“Love it when we’re taking you like this huh? Filling you up with our cocks.”

“So good. Keep it there. Fuck yes. You were made for my cock.”

“So pretty with sir’s cock in your mouth.”

“Shit. Want my cum? Yeah? Want me to cum inside this tight pussy?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, answering each of them with tired, muffled moans of your own as you teeter off the edge, fingers curling around the bed.

Jaw aching, you reach up to fondle his balls, crying out when Hoseok’s hips slam into your ass with one paralyzing thrust.

Yoongi moans loudly, drowning out the sounds of your ass meeting Hoseok’s hips, “I’m gonna cum.”

In the blink of an eye, you’re positioned to straddle Yoongi, hovering over him while Hoseok settles behind you, cock still buried in your cunt as his hand returns to its place around your throat, now with more pressure. A little lightheaded, you fall back against his chest, nails dragging down Yoongi’s muscular shoulders when he reaches up to knead your breasts, free hand tugging at his cock.

“Fuck. Sir. Right there,” you say breathily, nails piercing Yoongi’s flesh, tilting your head to capture Hoseok’s mouth in a needy kiss but he nips your chin instead, dried spit and precum painting your cheeks.

“Such pretty tits.”

Hoseok’s thrusts become shallow, moaning into your ear as he pulls out, hand sliding down to toy with your clit, the final push you needed over the edge. Spasming in his hold, you cry out as he pushes you onto Yoongi with a hand on your neck, hot spurts of cum hitting your back in time to feel Yoongi’s smear across your stomach, smothering him with your boobs.

Thoroughly spent, you flop down next to Yoongi, tremors fizzling into short shivers. When you crack your eyes open, the reality of the situation finally hits you, weary smile spreading across your kiss-bitten lips.

Hoseok is the first to get up, disappearing into the adjoining bathroom while you turn to Yoongi, he seems to be asleep already. The bright red stripes down his chest catch your attention.

His eyes snap open when you trace around the marks.

“Sorry.”

“For?”

You gesture to the fresh pink scars, “that.”

Hoseok returns with a warm cloth, now wearing a blue, fluffy gown, one that makes you do a double take. He has a goofy smile on his face, caressing your skin tenderly. Your heart might soar out of your chest.

“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi mutters tiredly, watching as Hoseok wipes down your back.

Yoongi cleans up your tummy next, a lot gentler than a few moments ago as he sits you up against the headboard. You can still taste him. His gaze meanders from your face to your lips, smile lifting one corner of his mouth. He spreads your legs, pausing when you grimace slightly.

“But if you want to make it up to me,” he begins, the same sexy smirk you’d never get used to forming on his face, “my birthday is in a few weeks.”

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[cuteandtwisted]

more brainrot. episode 12 thoughts/predictions

There’s kind of no way this gets resolved without the parents getting a GRIP and putting their kids’ happiness and overall MENTAL HEALTH FIRST. I mean even a reunion as adults doesn’t work without their parents unf*cking their own mess.

Pat is miserable and ooc (he’s constantly wearing pants??? and long-sleeved shirts?? and is dressed in neutral colors?? no more hawaiian shirts and his hair is styled up and he’s no longer getting into stupid fights?? he’s just like a robot on auto-pilot???) And Paa is freaked out by this hollow version of her own brother. so Paa goes and tells her stupid dad that Pran saved her from drowning as a child. and he takes it upon himself to make up for what he did to Pran’s mom. asshat begs her for forgiveness idek DO IT

Pran’s mom says some version of the words: “But I care about you more” to Pran and lets them be together. She loves her son more than anything after all. She did all of this FOR her son. She did it because she didn’t want him to go through the betrayal and heartbreak she had to go through. Her love is just misplaced and awkward and unconditionally conditional, the only way a betrayed person knows how to love. But she WILL put Pran’s happiness first. I have faith in this broken woman.

Pat somehow (???) thinks Pran is moving on (this boy still doesn’t know Pran has loved him all his life and has played this denial dance before). but they bump into each other and get close physically somehow (give me an elevator? Please?) and Pat realizes Pran is still wearing the earbuds around his neck underneath his shirt 🥺 + Pran finally explains the WATCH and its significance + “Pat, how could you even think that?? I loved you first, dumbass. I love you still. And I will love your the longest” “No, I will love you the longest!!! 😡” “Prove it, then!” + maybe Paa helps with that too

Pat has his forehead out because he wants it kissed. Pran kisses the exposed forehead. Please and thanks xoxo

Pran stands up for Pat somehow. “He always puts me first. He’s the ONLY one who’s always put me first. He’d rather be the heartbroken one if it means I get to keep my family”

The wink + dimples combo somewhere in there & a plot twist with humor & them working together being a TEAM + a dumb “let’s compete” game. like “we have to pretend we’re broken up. the first one who shows he misses the other one loses” or something just as dumb. idc give it to me.

their dumb friends help

Happy ending with Pran singing and playing the guitar and Pat playing the drums because they need to recreate that concert and their parents and friends will be in that crowd and they will be happy for them or I riot i dont care i dont care

#bad buddy #patpran #i'm down bad #please ignore me i'm going through the seven stages of grief #yes i added two stages

[kanmom51]

https://youtu.be/wJrHB6tZTT4

Why no one speaking on this obviously romantic vibes in this moment

They were already backhugging behind. And I haven never seen 2 members doing likes this hands all over each other while taking teams.

JK , jeon jungkook, for what he's this smug for ? He know he got his world in his arms. Look at his smug smile and face.

Jimin, he's blushing and smiling uncontrollably. He's just being controlled by JK already weak in his touches and his content look on face 🤧😭

RM , let my man breathe jikook. He literally walked back to look what they are doing. And had to suffer a photoshoot with 2 high in love boys near him with intertwined hands.

Jin , he just looked down. His 2st reaction to them. He can't see all this.

Tae , my boy just wanted to take a team and go, instead he's lagged behind coz his two friends are busy in their cheesy PDA and drowning in each other.

This whole moment had very very romantic vibe to it and soo obvious.

Ask 2: (same anon, right?)

https://youtube.com/shorts/wJrHB6tZTT4?feature=share

RM literally walk back to look what they are doing ??? Lmao

Let joon breathe , save joon from jikook

Jin , dropped his head down he can't see this gay shit, he don't get paid enough to see his kid lovey dovey with his love.

Tae is done. Poor boy just wanted to take his lot and go and not watch his best friend drowning in his love.

Two guys in stinking love. Attached to each other like honey and bee 🥺🥰

Minie is blushing uncontrollably, sooo shy and soooo smiley , engulfed by JK😭🥺.

JK's smug smile while hugging Minie, he knows he got his whole world in his hands 😭😭

His , ' yeah bitches look at us ' face at end, intertwined his hands with jimin's 😭. Jimin's content look on face 😭

Special Congo to joon, who got in with this photoshoot with them. On his side two lovers cuddled together.

Bye , let me cry a river 😭😭😭😭

So anon, I finally got to your asks.

This was from the making of the 3 December 2019 Japan Fan café magazine Vol. 7.

The guys were picking their units for the photoshoot.

As per usual, we are talking end of 2019 here, Jikook were doing their own thing.

JK gets hyped up when it’s JM’s turn, kind of back hugging him, picking the paper with JM’s unit. Then they change places and now it’s JM’s turn to pick the paper with JK’s unit. Both get to be in unit A. That eyebrow raise of JK’s when he gets unit A, so funny.

no coincidences with those two, lol.

They are so cute with their little antics, they just can’t help it at times.

But like you yourself mentioned anon, it’s not only about what JK & JM themselves do here.

The members, their reactions, they are the big tell in this clip yet once again.

So, what did we have here:

We have Jin taking a peak and then lowering his gaze (“if I don’t see it, it ain’t happening”), kind of a Jin usual reaction.

We have RM, checking them out, walking away, but then looking back in their direction and it seems like he kind of wants to walk back towards them.

There are many cuts and a few camera angle changes, and we kind of lose RM at that point, only to notice him sitting next to Suga, looking the other way at that point.

Tae is looking away, but at some point starts smacking JK’s butt, kind of “get on with it already”…

Suga, per usual, “don’t look at me, I’m not even here”…

Hobi is walking away, when he turns around he notices them but smiles, as per usual.

They all kind of keep out of it, eyeing them but letting them do their own thing, lol.

Same shoot we got this too:

End photo being:

So, who would you say was third wheeling here? Poor NJ.

#ask #anon #Jikook #Kookmin #Jungkook #Jimin #JK #JM #Jikook 2019

[tawney]

Just a ✨thing✨ pt. 3

(SEVERE SPOILER ALERT)

Tawnypelt is the only smart cat in her family.

Squirrelflight: Tawny, your brother is stupid.

Tawnypelt: My entire family is stupid.

Squirrelflight: What- How?

Tawnypelt: Ok let me tell you a t h i n g

Squirrelflight: Oh no.

Tawnypelt: Let’s start with that glorious husband of yours, my brother. He really thought he’d get anything done by being petty af after it was revealed that you weren’t the three’s biological mother.

Squirrelflight: Fair...

Tawnypelt: Like, did he seriously think they were his kids from the start?! He was a fucking virgin. How would you even have kids.

Squirrelflight: 🤭

Tawnypelt: Plus, how was he even made deputy? We all know Graystripe would be a much better leader than his dumbass.

Brambleclaw: 🥲

Tawnypelt: And don’t even get me STARTED on his kids. Two of them were so sick of him they died before they could open their eyes!

Squirrelflight:...

Tawnypelt: AND Alderheart is such a bundle of anxiety he can barely keep his fur on his pelt. Sparkpelt is... intensely energetic. Like, it’s bound to get her killed someday.

Squirrelflight: Hey! Those are my kids too😑

Tawnypelt: Oh, speaking of kids, let’s talk about MINE. That fuckin crackhead *points at Dawnpelt* thought that Jayfeather TRIED?? to kill Flametail? He was literally the only cat out of an entire crowd to actually try to save him. Like, I didn’t see you jump into a freezing lake when you’re blind to save a cat that doesn’t even like you.

Dawnpelt: 😶

Tawnypelt: And how about you, Mr, “I’m gonna attempt to mud-drown a blind medicine cat cause he didn’t save me when he could even though he is literally blind and could’ve died if he tried and no one else tried to help.”

Flametail: 😗

Tawnypelt: AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?! “Oh I’m going to leave my clan to be with the love of my illegal life even though I’m literally leader and I’m gonna leave all my chores to my very tired mother.”

Tigerheart: 😐

Tawnypelt: What, you think I WANTED you to come back just to find out I became a grandmother at 38? Cause NO. That was NOT PLEASANT.

Tigerheart: 😬

Tawnypelt: And of course there’s my dumb husband who can’t even keep a clan together so he has to leave me to do it. Plus, he has no idea how many fans are angry at him for choosing Tigerheart as deputy instead of me, since I’m LITERALLY the mother of this damn clan.

Rowanstar: 🥺

Tawnypelt: We aren’t even gonna talk about my father. We all know he’s an idiot. But my mOTHER on the other hand, really fell for a SERIAL KILLER. Like BRO, of course I was gonna leave Thunderclan when my dad is the most hated cat in the forest!

Goldenflower: 🤗

Tawnypelt: My half siblings, let’s not even go there. Hawkfrost was dumb from the moment he listened to Tigerstar. Swiftpaw REALLY THOUGHT he could take on and SURVIVE a pack of DOGS. Mothwing, HOW can you be a medicine cat AND an atheist?! And Tadpole—

Tadpole: 😕

Tawnypelt: ...You’re fine.

Tadpole: 🙂

Tawnypelt: Plus my grandfather literally ran away cause he can’t handle clan stress like, grow the hell up bro, c’mon.

Tawnypelt: Also, people think Antpelt is my other half brother??? Where do you guys come up with these theories.

Antpelt: 🤨

#warriors #Warrior cats #Tawnypelt #Squirrelflight #the Tigerstar family #warriors incorrect quotes #Warrior cats incorrect quotes #this is for comedic purposes only #please don’t take any of this seriously #Tawnypelt dissing everyone