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cherrybracelets · 4 years

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Heat Waves

weed dealer!mgg x reader

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word count: 5.5k | warnings: 18+ content! drugs and alcohol mentions and usage. no smut but partying!

summary: your brother has a new roommate, and fuck, you might be in love with him?

song inspo : heat waves - glass animals

an: this gif is how i imagine him in this fic like w glasses but way less nerdy ahahha ok well whatever idk if im gonna continue this or just leave it as is lmk what yall think ok byeee

You stumbled up the steps of the subway, the heavy cardboard box you were holding slipping out of your hands as you made your way above ground. You tried to adjust your grip on it and almost fell backwards, shaking your head in frustration. The box was filled with all the random shit your brother had left at your place over the past few months as he was trying to find a place to live, sleeping on different couches of random friends. It was almost all useless stuff, which made the fact that you had to hand deliver it all to him even more frustrating.

You walked tirelessly down the street, gripping harshly on to the box. You pushed your way through people, not caring at all that you probably looked insane as you yelled for people to move so you could just get there and fucking put this box down. You finally came upon the building, sighing with relief as you set the box on the steps and rang the buzzer.

“I’m here,” you groaned into the speaker, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.

“Hello!” A cheery voice responded over the intercom. A voice that was definitely not your brothers. “Who exactly is here?”

“Oh, sorry- I might have the wrong apartment. Is this 4B?”

“Yeah! You must be Danny’s sister. Come on up.” The door buzzed loudly as it unlocked, and you grabbed onto the handle quickly, lugging in the box behind you. You were extremely grateful when you saw the elevator, quietly thanking the universe that you didn’t have to walk up four flights of stairs with this thousand pound box.

You took the elevator up to the fourth floor, your body exhausted as you leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. You closed your eyes, hoping that maybe a five second nap could give you your energy back. But unfortunately, the elevator stopped and opened its doors, urging you to once again pick up the box and be on your way. You dropped your head to the floor and sighed, using the last of your energy to pick up the box and walk down the long hallway to apartment 4B.

Thankfully the apartment wasn’t too far from the elevator, and you only had a short walk until you came upon the door of his new place. You noticed a welcome mat on the floor that read ‘Bachelor Pad’, and you rolled your eyes at the pure douchiness of the thing. God, your brother was a prick. But, nevertheless, you loved him, he was family. Despite being one of the most annoying people you’d ever met.

You knocked slowly on the door, excited to throw the box into someone else’s arms and run home. It was your day off from work, and all you wanted was to throw on some sweats, eat frozen mac and cheese and watch Jeopardy until you fell asleep on the couch. The perfect day.

The door swung open, and the man who was definitely not your brother stood on the other side, a large smile plastered across his picture perfect face. His messy curls hung across his face, and he pushed them away before reaching out to you to grab the box.

“Let me get that for you,” he said quietly, literally lifting the weight off your shoulders as he grabbed it effortlessly. The muscles in his arms protruded as he set the box down on an old dining table they had set up in the kitchen, a cluster of mismatched chairs along with it.

“Thanks,” you said back, your eyes still trailing over his body, watching him closely. “Is, uh, is my brother here?” You stuttered to get your words out, your eyes still locked on the model-like man in front of you.

“No, he just ran out actually. Went to pick up a couch or something.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. He told me he would be here!” You shook your head in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest, which pushed out your cleavage slightly. You caught the man glancing at your breasts, and felt your heart start beating a bit faster. He wasn’t even trying to the fact that he was staring at you. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. He really was supposed to be here to get this.”

“It’s not a problem at all. He told me you’d be stopping by. I’m Matt, by the way. I’m sure he’s told you about me.” He stuck out his hand, and you reached back and grabbed it. His hands were soft, but the tips of his fingers stained black, the familiar site of a smoker. The air hung the smell of stale pot smoke, so it was pretty easy to put together that he was a heavy weed guy.

“I’m (Y/N). And, uh, no, actually. He hasn’t told me, like anything about you. Just that he knows you from work and you’re a ‘pretty decent guy’,” you laughed, letting go of his hand but desperately wanting to hold on to it forever. You didn’t really understand why, but something about his touch was so comforting, it made you feel like coming home after a long day.

“Uh, I was just about to smoke a bowl actually, if you’d like to join. Your brother told me you smoke,” Matt said, motioning to the coffee table covered in various paraphernalia.

“I don’t make a habit of smoking with strangers,” you responded sharply, realizing immediately how bitchy you must’ve sounded and wishing you could take it back. You scrunched your face a bit, cringing as you replayed the sentence over and over in your head.

“But I’m not a stranger! I’m Matt! Besides, this is fantastic stuff- I just got it from my guy the other day, knocks your socks off,” he giggled, his eyes wide as he wanted to desperately for you to say yes.

“Well, I guess I really can’t say no to free weed,” you shrugged, following him over to the old couch they had set up in their under furnished living room. It was exactly how you pictured your brothers apartment to look- disappointing and not at all coordinated.

“Sorry about the place, we’re trying to make it look nice but we’re not exactly interior decorators.” He shook his head as he looked around the room, before picking up his freshly packed bowl and lighting it.

“Yeah, it looks pretty frat-housey in here. I would expect more from you, but not from my brother,” you giggled, taking the glass pipe from Matt’s hands and enjoying it yourself.

“Why me?”

“Well... I don’t know...” you stuttered, shaking your head and trying to pull together a sentence. “You just seem to have... more style, I guess. Seem more put together.”

“I appreciate that. I do try extremely hard to not look like a douche.” He smiled kindly at you, his eyes shining with the reflection of the lighter as the two of you continued to share the bowl.

You made small talk for a bit, feeling the calm of the marijuana taking over your body. The old couch suddenly became much more comfortable as you sunk back into it, staring at the patterns on the ceiling. Matt was talking quietly behind you, trying to tell some story about him and your brother; but you were only half listening, losing yourself in your own thoughts of him. Thinking about the softness of his lips as he inhaled and exhaled, watching his hands flex tireless to work the lighter, noticing how his body seemed to relax more and more with each hit.

He tilted his head towards you, flicking the lighter with his thumb and escaping in the flame. He had lost himself in it, a comfortable silence coming down over the room. You watched the flame, too, trying to see whatever beauty he saw in it- but you weren’t feeling anything, and getting pretty antsy. You turned away from him, staring into the kitchen and hoping to see something edible from this distance. You weren’t sure what kind of food two men like this would bring into their home, but you were sure it was nothing good. Your stomach grumbled at the thought of something to eat, and you fell back into the couch with a groan.

“You okay?” Matt whispered, turning his face towards you and staring at your eyes.

“Mhmm,” you responded, not having the energy to respond at the moment.

“You are extremely beautiful,” he mumbled, his eyes exploring your face, finding themselves locked on your lips no matter how hard he tried to look away.

“What?” You snickered, replaying the words in your head, feeling your heart pounding out of your chest.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be weird. It’s just shocking to me how beautiful you are. Like a piece of art; I can’t take my eyes away.”

“You’re joking.” You rolled your eyes at him and pushed his arm playfully, trying to hide the obvious delight in your face.

“Why do you think I’m joking?”

“I just don’t hear that very often.”

“Well, that’s disappointing.” He frowned, looking down at his hands and playing with his over bitten nails.

“Sorry, I mean, I appreciate it of course. Fuck, sorry, I get so awkward when I’m high. Not very good at holding conversations.”

“Well, now that we’re friends I’ll make sure to remind you how beautiful you are as often as I can.” Matt placed his hand on yours lightly, at first only as a friendly touch, but feeling a comfort in the embrace. His thumb moved slowly, the small movement between your flesh overwhelming you with desire. Your eyes were locked on his, an intoxicating silence overcoming the room. You opened your mouth to speak, not sure exactly what to say, but the sound of the door unlocking breaking you from your daze. You pulled your hand away from his quickly and jumped off the couch, watching as the door opened and your brother walked in.

“Heyo!” Danny, your brother yelled, greeting the two of you with a large smile. “I see you’ve met my sister!”

“Yes, uh, yeah. We were just chatting,” Matt said defensively, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“I was just waiting for you to get back. That’s all.” You responded, nodding your head quickly.

“How sweet! Just in time to help me get the new couch up!”

“Absolutely not. I brought your box, that's all the free labor you are getting out of me.” You laughed awkwardly, looking back at Matt, who was still avoiding you.

“Alright, whatever, but don’t ever ask me for anything ever again.” Danny rolled his eyes, throwing his phone down on the counter and grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

“Well, I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow night for my party?” You asked, heading towards the door.

“Oh, right! I almost forgot. Is it cool if I bring Matt?”

You looked at Matt, who finally looked back at you, and you nodded slowly.

“Of course. I’ll see you guys then.” You smiled at the two of them, gave a small wave and left, closing the door loudly behind you. Fuck. What the fuck was that? Was he flirting with you? Or was he just high? You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the wall, trying to compose yourself before heading home.

***************

There was nothing that stressed you out more than when your roommate threw her chaotic ‘get togethers’ every other Friday at your place. It was always an exhausting mess, and now you had to think about Matt coming along as well. You hadn’t stopped thinking about your weird intimate moment together, and the thought of seeing him again made your stomach do backflips.

There was something about him that made you feel so comfortable, so at home. But he’s friends with your brother... he has to be a scumbag. Right? And what kind of guy just walks around telling random girls they’re beautiful. He was definitely just trying to sleep with you. Which of course you wanted to sleep with him too, obviously. But he was the kind of guy that you could find yourself falling for, and getting hurt, badly. He was the kind of guy that would break your heart. You could tell. And you could not let him in, no matter how much you wanted to.

Tonight has to be all about ignoring him. You cannot let him be alone with you, because the moment he’s alone with you and starts calling you beautiful again with his pretty face and intoxicating voice and touching your hand... you were playing a dangerous game. You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, trying to push the thoughts of him out of your head when you were interrupted.

“What are you doing? I told you to get the cups set out like 20 minutes ago!” Your roommate rolled her eyes, pushing you to the side and laying out the cups herself.

“Sorry, Callie. Just a bit distracted today.”

“I can tell. What’s going on with you? You were weird all night last night.”

“Just tired I guess. Don’t worry about it. I’ll go set the drinks out.” You walked away quickly, hoping she would be too focused on her party planning to ask any more questions. Whenever you told her about a new guy, she was stupidly optimistic. And you really didn’t need her telling you to go for it when your brain was giving you the exact opposite advice. She just shrugged, turned around and went back to mindlessly setting up. You felt relief wash over you as she looked away, and you could once again get lost in your own thoughts and anxieties.

You mindlessly laid cups and other dumb decorations out, Matt’s face continuously crossing your mind. You found yourself smiling every time you played his words over in your head. His voice like silk as it wrapped around your body, warmth flowing through you as his lips whispered ‘You are extremely beautiful’ over and over again. You felt your heart racing, and you took a deep breath as you were brought back into reality by the vibration of your phone in your pocket.

You grabbed it, only to see you had multiple missed calls from your brother. ‘Fuck’, you thought. He knew, he somehow knew about your little flirt session with Matt. You shook your head in distress, preparing for the oncoming conversation as you reluctantly pressed the answer button and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You muttered, squeezing your eyes shut to bear the impending rage from your brother.

“Jesus, I've called you like 18 times? What’s your deal?” He laughed, his voice full of his normal light and cheery tone. You took a sigh of relief after you realized he didn’t know a thing.

“Sorry, uh, helping Callie set everything up. Must’ve put my phone down and forgot it somewhere.”

“Well I need to know what liquor and illegal substances you’d like me to bring tonight- I’ve only got like an hour!” He said urgently.

“Uh, honestly whatever you want. We’ve got a few bottles here but nothing you’d like, probably.”

“You sound distracted, you all good?” You could head the concern in his voice, and you rolled your eyes aggressively.

“Everyone keeps asking me that today and it’s pretty annoying. I’m just trying to set up a party I don’t really want to be involved in and everyone keeps bothering me!”

“Jesus, grumpy pants. Looks like someone needs a nap... or a blunt.” Danny laughed quietly, and you bit your tongue to stop yourself from yelling at him again.

“Sorry. On edge today. Don’t want to talk about it.”

“No worries. I’ll see you later, okay? Try and cheer up a bit by then, I’d like to make a good impression on Matt.” Danny hung up quickly after that, and the word ‘Matt” kept ringing in your head over and over like a church bell. You put your phone down on the table and looked up at Callie, who was adjusting your work on the cups table.

“I need a drink,” you groaned.

“A little pregame shot, I love it!” She squealed, prancing over to the bottles and pouring shots for the two of you. You downed yours quickly, letting the liquor burn through your insides. You were hoping, after enough of it, it would burn through any thoughts you had of him.

After another shot, the next hour before the guests arrived flew by. Callie put on some music and you danced your worries away, deciding which outfit to wear by rampaging through your closet. You kept fighting the urge to look as sexy as possible, one half of you wanting Matt’s jaw to drop as soon as he saw you, and the other half wanting him to ignore you all night. You couldn’t resist the temptation, though, and chose an extremely well fitting and low cut dress that accentuated all of your best features perfectly.

“God, you are literally the perfect specimen,” Callie giggled as you walked out of your room to show off. “Who the fuck are you trying to impress?”

“No one!” You responded, raising your eyes at her. “Can’t I just look good for myself?”

“Not that good. That is for someone. I know you.” You were saved by the ringing of your doorbell, and you smiled, relieved.

“Whatever you say. Go welcome your guests,” you motioned to the door. Callie just rolled her eyes and walked gleefully over to the entryway to welcome your first partygoers.

A few more groups of people rolled in, and you paid no attention as you were too busy making yourself another strong drink. You poured sloppily into the cup, giggling as splashes of soda and vodka spilled down the sides of your cup.

“You better watch out there, pretty girl. Making quite a mess.”

You turned around quickly, Matt’s voice making you jump in surprise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled brightly, his perfect face begging to be touched, adored, kissed. You looked at every part of him, every beautiful part of him, stuttering to get words out.

“No... you’re... it’s okay. Sorry.” You put the bottle back down on the table and picked up your cup, taking a large swig, and nearly gagging on the taste of the strong liquor.

“Can I get in there and make a drink?” His eyes travelled up and down your body, his lips slightly pursing at the sight of you. You felt your heart pounding through your chest and he eyed you. His eyes finally locked on yours, his gaze paralyzing, your body refusing to move.

“Of course. We have lots of options. Anything you want,” you managed to squeak out, still unable to draw yourself away from his gaze. His eyes didn’t leave yours, and he smiled slightly, reaching his hand out to grab a bottle. For a split second you thought he was reaching out to touch you, and when you thought about the feeling of his skin on yours, you felt yourself melt. Desire and craving washed over your body in a wave that you couldn’t push away even if you tried.

“Thank you. I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” He finally looked away, and began walking back towards the small group of people who had gathered in your living room, including Callie and your brother. You felt relief as you were able to breath again, your body relaxing as he got farther and farther away. You waited a few moments before following him to join the rest of your friends.

“Ah, there you are, my sister!” Danny yelled, wrapping you in his arms so abruptly that you almost spilled your drink everywhere.

“Hey bud!” You hugged him back, grateful to have someone here to take your mind off of Matt.

“We were just about to play a fun little ice breaker game, since Matt is new to the group and all,” Danny motioned to Matt, who smiled and waved awkwardly as everyone stared at him.

“An ice breaker, really? What is this, college orientation?” You joked, taking another swig of your intensely strong drink.

“Shut up. Don’t be such an ass.” Danny rolled his eyes and pointed to an empty seat, and you realized it wasn’t worth fighting him. He loved to play stupid little games like this, that everyone else dreaded. But you have to admit, everyone always ended up having fun at the end of the day.

“What’s the game, Danny boy?” Callie cooed, getting comfy on the couch between a few of your other friends. She always had the biggest crush on him, although you forbid her from ever getting near him. It wasn’t her, you loved her and would love it even more if she was your sister. But he was such a dick, you knew he would break her heart, and you would not stand for that.

“Easy, everyone shares one surprising fact about themselves.”

“Oh god, I don’t think I have any,” someone moaned, and Danny just laughed.

“No worries, plenty of time to think. I can start. Uh.... I slept with my professors wife in college as revenge for him giving me a C- on my final.” Danny smiled proudly and took a long swig of beer. The group around you just groaned in disgust and laughed, but you knew the story. That wasn’t the entirety of it at all, in fact, Danny had fallen desperately in love with this woman and she crushed his heart by choosing her husband over him. But he would never tell all of that, because that doesn’t sound cool. Apparently you weren’t the only one who knew the truth, though, because Matt instinctively turned to you and looked at you in a way that read, ‘This guy is so full of shit.’ Apparently Matt and your brother were closer than you though, if he told him his biggest secret.

“Hmm, Matt, I think you should be next. Only fair since you’re the new guy.” Danny turned to Matt with an excited face, like a little kid on christmas.

“Oh man, alright. Well, I guess one thing that people have a hard time believing about me is that I am a bit of a hopeless romantic. I believe in soul mates, love at first sight. All of that bullshit. I’m a sucker for it.” Matt looked right at you as the words spilled out of his mouth, not even trying to hide the obviousness of what he was trying to say. You tried your best to look away from him, but you couldn’t pretend his words weren’t entrapping you.

“That’s super corny, bro,” Danny laughed, pushing Matt slightly. He just shrugged, and took a sip of vodka straight from the bottle. Danny bothered a few more people about their secrets, and you listened intently to stories about shoplifting and coke addictions, trying to avoid his obvious gaze. You knew he was staring at you, his eyes burning holes in your body as the liquor started to flow through him. He wanted you, he craved you, in a way he had never experienced before.

Love at first sight had always been a myth to you; something in books and movies. Fiction. Until you heard the words slip from his mouth. Love at first sight, soul mates. It was all impossible. But why couldn’t you stop thinking of him. Why did his state send shivers through your body? Why did it feel like you had been waiting for him your entire life, even though you just met?

“(Y/N)! It’s your turn!” You heard Danny yell, bringing you out of your thoughts once again.

“Uh... what’s going on again?” You murmured, the alcohol overcoming your brain as you tried to remember the dumb activity you were being forced to participate in.

“Alright, you might need to slow down on the drinks girl.” Callie laughed, pointing at the cup in your hand.

“I’m fine. Just lost my train of thought!”

“Tell us a surprising fact about yourself,” Matt chimed in, a flirtatious smile plastered across his face.

“Uh, right. Well... I have a really huge record collection. It’s kind of my hobby.” You shrugged, nodding your head slowly as the group around you seemed let down by the less than flashy secret.

“You’re kidding! I collect vinyls too. I have like a thousand,” Mattresponded, his eyes lighting up at the realization that he finally had a way to talk to you.

“You should show him your collection, (Y/N), it’s ridiculously impressive,” Callie said, nodding in excitement. Your heart stopped at her words, hoping that Matt would say ‘Another time!’ and you would forget about the entire interaction. But you knew he would take up any offer to be alone with you; and a part of you was hoping he would.

“I’d love to see it,” Matt said slowly, his voice now a serious tone as he waited nervously for your response.

“Uh... of course. Does anyone else want to see?” You asked, in one final last ditch effort to protect yourself from being alone with him. But the room had already moved on from you, and no one even heard you ask the question. You looked up at Matt, his perfect smile once again showing itself.

“Guess it’s just you and I, pretty girl.” He whispered to you, his hand on your shoulder. He leaned in as he spoke to you, as if to keep the nickname a secret. You looked around in hopes that someone noticed, someone would put a stop to it. But everyone had already moved on, started new conversations, brought themselves deeper into a state of inebriation. No one saw either of you, and you could easily slip away into the night with him.

You stood up slowly, and motioned for Matt to follow you into your room. He eagerly followed behind, not a single soul in the room even realizing you were leaving. You felt your heart pounding in anticipation and nervousness, not knowing how the next few minutes would play out. You took a few deep breaths to control yourself before opening the door to your room and letting Matt follow.

“Open or closed?” He asked, his hand gripped on the door handle as he awaited your response.

“Closed. I don’t like people seeing my personal space,” you said, moving over to the shelves that held your vinyls. Matt nodded and closed the door lightly, following you over to your collection.

You walked to the corner of your small, cluttered bedroom. Sat in the corner was multiple shelving units, all packed high and bending under the weight of your numerous records. Next to the shelves was a small desk, which your record player sat beautifully on top of. Your room was overwhelming to a stranger's eye, but every single thing in there had a purpose, to you. It was your sanctuary. And it wasn’t a place you regularly invited strangers. You barely ever let Callie or Danny in there. But seeing him stand there, gazing in fascination at your records, felt very comfortable. You knew that he would respect your space, and not question it. It was a nice feeling to be able to share something so private with someone.

“Wow... this is amazing (Y/N)... you have fantastic taste in music,” he whispered, running his hands up and down the records.

“Thank you. Some of them I don’t really listen to, they’ve just been collected from garage sales and thrift stores over the years.” You watched him in awe, every feature glowing in the low light of your room. He smiled at certain titles, pulling things out delicately to look at the covers. He was beautiful, perfect. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“Do you wanna smoke a blunt?” He asked, turning to you in excitement as he pulled out a bag of weed from his pocket.

“Of course. Just crack the window,” you responded, your eyes still locked on him.

“Perfect! Let’s listen to something, too. Do you mind rolling so I can pick something out?” He asked, handing you the plastic bag. Your hand touched his as you grabbed it from him, and you felt time freeze as your skin made contact. He was warm, soft, angelic in his touch. You wanted more, you craved more. But you let go, pulling yourself away.

You watched him pull out various records and contemplate what to put on as you carefully rolled a blunt to smoke. His face was focused and concentrated, and the furrow in his brow made you smile. You couldn’t help but smile around him. He finally pulled out an album you immediately recognized as (Y/F/A).

“How did you know?” You asked, watching him as he delicately took the record out and placed it on your player.

“What?” He giggled, biting his lip as he looked up at you.

“That's my favorite album.”

“You’re joking. It’s mine, too.” He looked up at you, your eyes once again meeting. You didn’t need to speak to know what was going through his mind. The two of you were both thinking the same thing. He broke the stare first to start playing the music, his hands gently placing the needle on the record.

The music began quietly, but filled the room around you. You lit up the blunt and began to smoke, a wave of happiness coming over you as you took in your surroundings. A beautiful boy, your favorite music, some fantastic weed. It was paradise. It was pure bliss.

You smoked the blunt in silence, both of you taking in the beauty of the music, no need for words. You watched him, his movements, enthralled by his every move. The light from the blunt lit up his face in an almost angelic way, making your heart race every time he took a puff. The more high you got, the more you wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him, love him. Love at first sight, it’s bull shit, right? But what if it isn’t? What if it’s sitting right in front of you?

“Dance with me.” Matt said, standing up quickly and reaching out his hand.

“I... what?” You asked, giggling slightly at the man who was standing in front of you.

“Dance with me. You know you want to.” He raises his eyebrows at you, hand still stuck out waiting for you. You rolled your eyes, a small laugh escaping your lips as you grabbed his hand and stood up. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. The smell of smoke and mint immediately overtook you, the warmth of his body wrapping you in comfort. Being in his arms, it was the most calming feeling in the world. It was the best feeling in the world.

In that moment, nothing else mattered to you except being with him. You would do anything to hold on to that moment. You reached your hand up to his face and touched it gently, the softened of his skin flowing on your fingertips. You brushed the few stray wisps of hair away from his face before bringing your lips up to his.

There are many different types of kisses in the world. You first kiss, which is awkward and usually terrible. A sad kiss, one where you know it will be your last kiss for a while. A lustful kiss, where you can’t keep your hands off of each other and want nothing more than to rip clothes off. But this kiss... this was a kiss you had never experienced before. It was a kiss that filled your entire body; flooded you with light and calmness, made every bad thing you’ve ever felt disappear into thin air as your lips pressed against his. It was a kiss that you knew was saved especially between two people who were meant to be. A kiss between soul mates.

As your lips worked effortlessly with his, everything else in the world disappeared except for you and him. You melted into each other, two paints seamlessly coming together to create a beautiful piece of art. You never wanted to let go of him. You never would, if it was up to you. But you needed a second, a second to catch your breath, a second to ground yourself back to reality.

You pulled away from him, your hands still locked in his hair and his on your waist. “We should go back out there. We don’t want to look suspicious,” you whispered, suddenly remembering the circumstances that led you in here in the first place.

“Of course, that’s for the best. But I promise you this is not the end of us.” Matt kissed your cheek and winked flirtatiously before heading back out to your living room. You sat quietly for a moment, your heart racing and your breathing unsteady. In that moment, you knew that was it. That was the last first kiss of your life.

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onepunchmiss · 5 years

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OPM s2e3 Live Blog

“The Hunt Begins”

Ok I had 3 screenshots leaked to me before seeing the episode, but only one of them was spoiler-y in that I wasn’t sure if we’d get that far in the episode. And of course not only did I not leave work early, but had to stay an hour late. So without further delay, I’m hoppin to it. Reminder, I’m watching each episode as someone who is caught up with both the manga and web comic.

Alright, off the bat we’re getting the Charanko expulsion over with. I wasn’t expecting that, but it makes sense- it’s a good hook to lead with and set up the Garou issue before actually getting into Garou destroying everyone.

BTW I am Still not over the opening theme- nope it still gets me both visually and musically. (I definitely was not listening to the song on repeat at work all day. nope. what kind of nerd would do that definitely not me hahaaaaaa)

I like that Charanko doesn’t bat an eye that The Worlds Strongest Man King is there, or Blizzard of Hell, he’s just like ‘ah they’re multiplying.’ Fuckin kek. Saitama oh sweetheart, “Silver Fang” may be cool but to us you’ll always be the One Punch Man oh dear my heart

oh OH YES Guys you have no idea how excited I am for this fight?? I know Tank Top Master isn’t really popular but like I’m a gym rat so I’ve got a soft spot for him and Superalloy. Guys, in the databook his favorite things are chicken breasts and protein. Also I mean hes actually a decent guy too, but----- Anyway, wasn’t too hard finding Garou, was it Charanko?

Oh, oh right. Let me clarify I’m excited to see TTM get some screen time. Also to watch trash son (aka Garou) kick some ass. I’m, I’m not excited about him kicking Mumen’s ass specifically. This is gonna hurt.

(garou scary face)

His faces literally make me shout WOAH at my screen ok thanks scary trash son. Ah, lookit the tanktopper army!! Fukkin Tank Top Mask is there to I’m- yes, just yes.

YES. MY BRO MY MAN KICK SOME ASS. Garou’s little ‘nani??’ omfg perfect.WAIT the little ‘haha~~’ THAT was perfect. I also need to point out here that in the manga Garou has a lot of crazy faces, like his expressions are very extra, (another way he’s a foil to Saitama, hah) but seeing them actually in motion speaking is borderline uncanny valley? They’ve creeped me out twice already and he’s been on screen for like 20 seconds? I mean i guess he IS going for the scary-monster thing, so uh, good job u freeky trash man you.

Oh, Tiger and Black Hole, I only missed you a little bit.

BOMB. ITS BOMB. YES. AAAHHH. I MEAN I KNEW HE WAS GOING TO SHOW UP IN THE EPISODE BUT IM STILL? HYPED??

Man the Garou music is really intense, holy shit. If I’m not mistaken something at least similar played when he was fighting at the HQ last episode. Honestly, I hope it’s not gonna be this sounding track every time garou gets in a fight. Cause, y’know, ge gets in a lot of those. It’s only been twice now and it’s still during establishing character moments so it passes, but I really really hope they switch it up or it will lose it’s epic feel.

Oh, there he goes with his creepy faces.

FUCK Mumen You FOOL. Also, how did you take that hit so well??? Tiger and Black hole are right for once. Oh you fools. Oh you fools. Stop it’s gonna get worse. ITS GONNA GET WORSE stOP TalKInG

Wait did Garou actually fake walk away in the manga?? I don’t remember that??? Gotta double check myself there cause that threw me off like? Garou??

Garou: 50% Uncanney Faces, 50% Badass

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand back to the freeky faces. Also, TTM’s “KUSO!!”

oh.

oh god.

The sound as he repeatedly bashes Mumen’s skull into the concrete. REPEATEDLY. my stomach. This fight is a rollercoaster of hype and pain oh no

Here have this screnecap so you can suffer, too

I must say, watching Garou fight otherwise is an absolute joy. The rest of this scene was so dynamic. I loved the way just glided through everyone and bounced around so fluidly. Keeping the water stream fist throughout it was also visually really pleasing. I need more. Give me more Garou fights, this is AMAZING. And that put us about half way through the episode like I predicted, which means I have no idea at what scene the episode will end.

“He’s here” Oh that was funny. Was that filler? I dont remember that either good shit good shit

YES IT THE

B A N A N A T I M E

TTM: “At least say I put up a good fight!!” Oh sweetheart I love you and appreciate you you did great

OH MY FUCK OH MY GOD OH FUCK GOOD OH FUCK SHIT FUCK

Oh shit that was a cool gag, how the newspaper flew past and garou just appeared. also. The most beautiful friendship is about to start and oh my god I’m so excited. Ok really I won’t lie- I would have been SCREAMING at Tareo on the screen if the didn’t just lead with Zombieman’s face in the catalog. I live for that pout. And his eyebrow is quirked like the heck u lookin at just. F. I’ve exhausted all my energy screaming at that. I’m so sorry.

Wait wait they still showed the side of his face again guys I’ve got it so bad for that 2D man help

I’ve waited so long for this scene. OH MY FUCK the little leg bob guys someone gif it NOW. I love both of them so much. Also, Tareo’s voice is adorable. Watching that kid go through some shit is gonna be heart wrenching. FFF Anyway, it looks like we are getting GoldenBall and Spring Mustachio this episode? I was torn either way if we’d see that much. huh.

Oohhh Shit Sea King and Melzalgald! Wassup flashbacks?? Oh my gosh Saitama looks so excited I think thats the happiest we’ve seen him in a long time? No wonder he takes an interest in martial arts! AH! The ticket! The ticket! The tournament ticket!! I know a bunch of people considered the tournament filler and found it annoying, but I’m so excited for it!! Like, it seriously gave me a whole new respect for Lightning Max and Snek, I can’t wait to see those boys get the spotlight for a second again!

OMFG What is this jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-- wtf I am Cackling?? Oh my fuck its still going this is Peak Comedy

AH! I missed them! And I wish the screen wasn’t so dark, but otherwise SEE WHAT I MEAN? Shit watching Garou move is fun as hell, even if he’s barely moving. Also, is that legit bullet fire sound effects? I also love that those two get drinks together regularly enough that Spring knew something was up when GB wasn’t there. So good so good.

Garou: “Ding ding ding” Me: glorious you bastard

Question, what the fuck is that sword made of that it shoots rainbows for miles? Is it the power of gay? I mean I personally don’t ship Spring and GB buuuuuuuuuuuuuut…………………………….

OH IM SO DISAPPOINTED GAROU DIDNT JUST FLIP US ALL OFF JUST A THUMBS DOWN CMON I WAS EXCITED FOR THAT I FEEL RIPPED OFF. Also there’s that music again, but it didn’t play the whole time thank goodness.

“Here comes the fan service to your screen” amirite?

Eh at least I got the satisfaction of watching the sleezeball get decked in the face. The brunette’s face when he asked for a kiss on the cheek is SUCH a MOOD. And oh fuck the ‘relax its for peace” Those two girls are the real stars of this episode I love them.

Obligatory “YES”ing at the screen rn hold on

OH FUCK GAROUS REACTION IS PRICELESS

Hey wait. HEY WAIT ARE THEY GONNA SHOW MY TRASH SON WAKING UP IN THE TRASH WHERE HE BELONGS??? THAT’S VERY IMPORTANT VERY

THE POST CREDIT SCENE. Genos I love you never change. Just. look at this precious boy. And the voice acting is perfect. I’m glad they ended on a humorous note this time. Gold.

IN SUMMARY: I honestly don’t feel like I have much to say or reflect on. I just really loved this episode. Favorite one yet. I mean of course I’m going to like it more as the story kicks the fuck up, but I genuinely had zero complaints, and actively enjoyed watching the animation.

Warning for next week btw, I’m going to be out of the country and also not really near civilization, so I probably won’t have wifi, so theres a good chance I wont be able to blog next week’s episode till I get back. Which I’m actually pissed about. because

WE ARE GOING TO GET TO SEE METAL BAE KICK SOME MONSTER ASS AND IVE WAITED SO MANY YEARS TO SEE HIS STUPID DELINQUENT FACE IN ACTION FUCK MY TIMING MAN IM BOTH EXCITED AND PISSED of all the weeks I had to live in the wilderness UHG. Bet your ass I’m going to TRY MY DAMNDEST to get internet next Tuesday.

I’ll hopefully see yall next week, thanks for reading!

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ok deakin uni are we 100% sure we want this fuckers name on our university like i know we were all racist in the 20s but uhhhhhhhhh like im Just saying

more rambling about prime ministers in the service of wooorldbuillding???? (????) under the cut

WAIT DEAKIN IS ONLY 50- GUYS. WHAT. WHY. THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN KNOWN INFO. WHY DID WE NAME THE UNIVERSITY AFTER HIM. bro. Bro. Bros? Lads? Dudes? My fellas? what the fuck were you doing naming a university in 1974 after a pm who was Big Boy behind white australia my fucking God. what the fuck. Yall? The fuck. Why. ok when i name this fake fucking university in ACitDS (the uni isnt actually located in UWG though) im naming it for a fucking good prime minister. which might be hard but im gonna try my best to find someone whose at least DECENT. like.... my first thought in menzies but god i would hate to go to a school named for him bc the amount of bullshit that would come from pronouncing his name the scottish way would drive me Fucking Insane. Mingies. Im not going to a school named mingers, yall.

uhh lets find a pm. god seeing scomos face startles me everytime. im just hoping shorten has a nice photo lined up. was watson decent. ‘first socialist or social democratic government’ alright im down for this. he was only leader for 4 months but its a precedent thing. he seems like a cool dude. fisher is also cool. can you tell im picking labor prime ministers yet? one issue - he’s from ql. and watson was from nsw. fuckers. wheres a good vic pm who isnt taken (im think curtin was victorian, dont quote me on that). im not counting hughes, if hes even a vic. nope, new south, dammit. mother fuckers. SCULLIN WAS FROM VICTORIA, ok we’re fucking getting somewhere now. alright. wait what am i doing it Says their electorate in the main p- fuck me ok. ok. alright.

jesus hughes what the Fuck

anyway uhh most of the vic guys are kinda eeehhhh so im down for Scullin i guess. Scullin University, lmao. ALSO

FUCKING DAMMIT CURTIN

but i guess scullin university, then? if we wanna keep it at least vaguely associated. he was a labor guy rather than a... uh......liiiberal? i guess. so theres that. but id rather have it be like.... a good guy. not that it really matters in the scheme of things because the hypothetical Scullin University (located in fucking, i dont know, Norwood Melbourne, eat my ass) isn’t actually like. a real presence for ACitDS? like im considering that there MIGHT be a joiner there (have Thomas really get around, though it all ultimately comes home) but having any part of the game take place as Scullin seems weird bc it implies its during the trimester. and its during the trimester, Thomas really cant justify doing all this Absolute Fucking Nonsense. I believe in the dream it was actually the end of trimester 1, with the game starting basically on their last day. which means they were born in may, since their birthday was riiiight before. that doesnt preclude any of the game taking place at or adjacent to Scullin, because there is the whole month of break b/w tris 1 and 2 and since Thomas is an art student they probably have to go pick up their folios which gives them an excuse t be in the area. but at the same time i dont know where a joiner would be (well, i Do, sort of) and it raises bigger timeframe risks in terms of the time of day. like... thomas has to get home. and trust me mother fuckers, if thomas was in the hole too long that is a fuck of a trip home. the tram runs till late. the uhhhhh 732 runs.... hmm. lemme check hold on homies... ok thomas is fine for getting to like, Knox City (Kent City? whatever) but its getting HOME thats the stickler. god the new ptv site is trash on desktop, i cant see SHIT. maps are nice but i wanna actually like.... see the options im being given. bitch. ok put it this way. if thomas leaves at 8pm, theyre fine. sort of. having to get a tram and 3 buses home isnt ideal by any stretch but its doable. if thomas leaves at 9pm, theyre fucked. you cant get home. theyd basically have to walk the whole fucking way from deakin to vermont south. sorry, Scullion to whatever South. good luck!

like. good fucking luck thomas. its an hour to walk to the 732 at that time of night so if you miss that tram youre fucked. even if thomas makes it to vermont south, apparently theres basically jack shit between 9pm and 5am soooo good luck.

its not necessarily a huge issue because it could always work on narnia logic. but im not super into the idea of having it be very dilated. plus, idk, maaaybe thomas lives near a train station. i dont think they do. because i know i dont. but yknow. hypothetically. well ok theres a bunch of services between vermont and knox in the Dark Hours but then they have to get home. its like an hour walk. after fighting demons and angels thomas is gonna be fucking knackered. absolutely not walking for an hour to get home. theyd be more likely to crash at a friends place on Res at Scullion. i dont even know if youre allowed to do that. one sec. well, technically, but if its between semesters???? eh. idk. be a Lillllll funky on that front. idk. i do really like the idea of having one of the ‘day’ transitions being thomas half asleep on a bus/tram/train, though. so we could easily just handwave it and say that they live close enough to a station or transport hub that its essentially accessible at awkward hours of the night. plus its like, if the day starts in the morning, it being late evening for that seems fair. well, late evening as in like..... 8pm or smth. since thats a fair enough time to my mind. 12 hours all up, maybe?

idk. i think this baaasically works. Thomas [SUR. NAME] lives in Upper Wattle Gully in the south eastern suburbs, and attends Scullion University in Norwood. anyone who lives out my way know immediately what all of that means. ;)

#story blogging #yay? i guess! thatll do #thomas still needs a surname. alexander maybe? that sounds cute

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Robstar Week 2018 - Day Three

hey yall im back and i am THRIVING so here is the next prompt!

DAY THREE: DANCE

“I know little of Earthly customs,” Starfire admitted as she pulled the gloves of her dress up, “though it is the parties where I contain the least amount of knowledge. You will remain by my side, yes?” She batted her lashes up at Robin once she felt as though the gloves were on tight enough.

Robin nodded as he fiddled with his red tie, eventually managing to tuck it in appeasingly. He raised his head to meet Starfire, eyes caught in a trance from her beauty.

He was glad he insisted upon wearing the mask.

Starfire’s tongue clicked distastefully as she approached her acclaimed date, sighing as she set her emerald eyes upon his domino-colored mask. “You have insisted on keeping the mask on most strongly, and I do respect your wishes, but…”

Robin quirked a brow as he linked their arms together. “But?”

“Is there nothing I may say to get you to remove it?” The frown was evident on her face as her eyes traced over the fabric that coated the sight of his eyes. “It makes you appear most handsome, of course, though I recall this event to be the formal.”

“The mask is formal!” insisted the Teen Wonder as he pouted, running a hand through his gelled hair. Even removing his gloves was difficult for him, being so pro-secret identity, but Starfire had coaxed him out of it. After all, the green looked obnoxious against the red of his tie and the black of his suit. “It adds an air of mystery. Plus, everybody knows you, Star. I don’t need anyone to know what I look like without my mask. It completely defeats the purpose of having a secret identity.”

Starfire looked unconvinced as she hummed. “Beast Boy removed his mask upon your initial meeting. I do not know why you cannot remove yours for only a night while he has removed his for the last few years.”

“Raven made a good point,” Robin sighed as he unlinked their arms to grab the corsage he bought for her. He plucked the plastic container up and removed the floral arrangement carefully, wrapping it around her silver-gloved hand. “Beast Boy is green, has fangs, and pointed ears. His secret identity wouldn’t have lasted long, anyway.”

The Tamaranean princess huffed as she held out her hand for the corsage to be placed. Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous gleam as she continued to tease her date on about it. “I suppose… though I will mention again that I would most enjoy the sight of your eyes beneath the fabric.”

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her hand, internally screaming as his smooth guy instincts overtook him. He linked their fingers together and grinned, “Someday, Star. Just not tonight, but another day. I promise.”

They walked out of the room and down toward the garage where Starfire frowned. “Will we be taking your motorcycle to arrive to the party? I fear that it will dirty my dress as well as your suit, and Bumblebee emphasized that it was to be formal.”

Robin rolled his eyes. “I was hoping we could, but if you’re so worried then we can just drive there.”

Starfire squealed in delight. “We are going to drive in the vehicle you have recently purchased?”

The Teen Wonder nodded with a smile as they entered the garage. The T-Car sat in all its glory with Robin’s motorcycle resting beside it. They glistened with the desire to be driven, though a third option sat farther back in the garage.

Robin plucked the keys from where they hung by the door, pressing a button as the car let out a beep! to signify it was unlocked. He opened Starfire’s door and ushered her in, careful not to close the door on the fabric of her dress. He then hurried to the other side and hopped in, shoving the key into the car and waiting until the engine roared to life.

“This party… we will be doing the dancing, I assume?”

Robin nodded again as he backed out of the garage, eyes resting on his rearview mirrors. “Yup. The Titans East rented a penthouse to celebrate their two-year anniversary of forming. Of course, we’ve been here far longer and never held a party, but…” A smirk appeared on his lips as he turned the wheel to begin driving on the main road.

Starfire’s fingers drummed against her legs as the stereo gently sung some kind of modern-pop sound. Robin’s fingers wrapped tightly around the wheel as he wanted to change the station, though he instead just let it be.

“You will be my partner again, yes?”

Robin blinked and spared a glance over at Starfire. “U-uh, yeah, but, um…” the Titan stammered as his cheeks turned rosy. “Again? When was the last time we danced, Star? I don’t remember it to be anytime recent.”

Starfire shook her head and turned her gaze from admiring the stars to her date. “No, it was a while ago. Do you recall when you had to attend the Prom with the Kitten? So you would save the city from the terrible creatures of Killer Moth? We did the slow-paced dancing after they were defeated.”

“Oh,” breathed Robin as he set his eyes back on the road, once again relieved he had kept the mask on. He wouldn’t forget that day—especially since he still had dreams about it—because it was the day he realized his feelings for Starfire were growing. “I remember.”

“...Was I a decent partner?”

“E-excuse me?” Robin frowned as he spared another glance. “What do you mean by that?”

Starfire shrugged her shoulders and smiled down at Robin. Her green eyes were glittering with the memory fresh in her head, though she affixed them onto him. “During the dance, of course. Did I make the experience enjoyable? Or were my skills in the art of dance subpar?”

He tugged at the collar of his undershirt with a free hand, other one gripping the wheel to steer the car on the road. “You were a fine dancer,” Robin assured with a weak smile. He wanted to glance over at her and stare into her emerald eyes as he spoke, though the action of driving took that option away. “I’m no performer either, so I think you did just fine. I’ll be looking forward to uh, sharing another dance with you tonight.”

The Tamaranean blushed as her eyes lit up. “As will I. But… if I am to be honest, I have been doing the practice for this event.”

“Practicing what?”

“The manners of party,” answered the princess, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. She fidgeted anxiously with her silver gloves, wringing her hands together. “Though more specifically the manners of dance. Beast Boy and Cyborg have introduced me to a website that will supply a previously-recorded video of whatever I search. I have been using it to sharpen my skills in said art.”

Robin grinned to himself. The thought of Starfire staying up late all night in her room while dancing to videos recorded on the web amused him. It was sweet, of course, if not adorable.

Not that Robin would say that out loud.

But he sure could think it.

Upon noticing his amused grin, Starfire’s demeanor shifted. She drooped slightly and looked over at her fellow Titan, a brow raised. “I-is it not normal of me to do so? I had assumed that, since there were previously-recorded videos of such, it was not an oddity to-”

“No, Star, it’s not weird in any way,” Robin smiled. He reached over to entwine one of her hands with his own while the other continued to grip the wheel. “It’s actually pretty, uh, sweet. Y’know, it’s pretty… pretty sweet of you to learn how to dance. For, um, the party. Sorry, but I didn’t have time to spiff up on my dancing skills. I didn’t think you would.”

“The internet has informed me that learning how to dance adequately is essential for many of the parties,” recited the Tamaranean as she racked her brain for knowledge of the article she read. “It looks nice if you arrive at a party knowing how to properly dance.”

“Then I suppose you can teach me a move or two?” Robin cocked a brow teasingly at the Tamaranean, watching as her face coated with a blush.

Starfire reached out and shoved his shoulder lightly. “Be serious, Robin!” she chided lightly, a wide smile plastered on her face. “It took me many nights to perfect the art of the dance. So this time, I will be leading.”

“All right, all right,” chuckled the Teen Wonder as he held up his hands in surrender. He had just parked outside the penthouse where the searchlights zigzagged the sky in brilliant patterns. Robin withdrew the keys and tucked them into his pocket, running around the side of the car to open the door for Starfire.

He took her hand and linked their arms together, guiding the Tamaranean to the door. Robin took notice of the shakiness in her stride and the slight drooping of her stature. Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, he raised a brow.

“Are you okay?” The sound of his voice questioning her seemed to draw Starfire out of her trance. She flinched and turned her heard to meet his masked stare. Robin’s frown deepened at the sight, though he continued his inquiry. “You seem out of it. I thought you were excited?”

“I am indeed excited!” Starfire insisted, her tone sudden as it startled the black-haired teen. He blinked at her, making the princess sigh only deeper. “...Yes, the party will be most glorious, though I worry. What if I embarrass us both once we partake in the dance? We will be mocked by the other Titans!”

“Don’t think of it like that,” soothed Robin as he temporarily took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He smiled and she did in return. “They’re our friends. Sure, if we mess up there’ll be a bit of friendly teasing, but they won’t say anything to hurt our feelings. Now hold your chin high, Star, we’re here.”

The Tamaranean princess felt Robin’s thumb and forefinger lift her head and she beamed. “Thank you, Robin. I look forward to our shared dance greatly.”

Robin squeezed her hand once more. “So do I.”

Hours had passed since they arrived and about all of the Titans—Honorary included—had arrived to the party. As per request, many of them were clad in suits and tuxedos and dresses. Only a few came dressed in semi-casual wear, though once Bumblebee came around, they were sure to keep away.

Starfire had eaten her fill at the table and even accompanied a few of her fellow girl friends to the dance floor while Robin watched.

He wanted to be subtle and not scare her if she noticed his curious eyes. Robin knew she was somewhat self-conscious about how she danced, though with the way her hair moved back and forth and her hips shook, Robin could’ve sworn she was a natural.

His elbow rested on the table, the palm of his hand supporting his chin as he watched the Tamaranean girl spin and twirl with the likes of her fellow Titans. Robin stifled a laugh as he took notice of how she nearly stumbled in her heels though regained her footing by hovering.

It was obvious the others she danced with noticed as well, giggling along with her.

“Hey, take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Robin blinked at a familiar voice and turned his head to see Speedy, clad in a gray blazer with a white undershirt. A striking black tie adorned his neck and when Robin met his eyes, he was surprised to see two green ones staring back at him.

“Speedy,” remarked the Teen Wonder with a couple of blinks. It was odd seeing his eyes. He typically wore a mask that resembled his own (though Robin continuously argued that he wore the mask first), but for tonight his eyes were exposed. “It’s nice seeing you here. Almost didn’t recognize you without the mask.”

Speedy scoffed, pulling out a seat to join Robin as he rolled his eyes. “Ah, don’t even talk about it,” he groaned with a wave of his hand, “it’s the talk of the party! Whenever I pop up to just strike up some small talk, it’s always, ‘Wow, Speedy! Your eyes are green?’ or even ‘You’re Speedy?! Did your mask fall off?’ It’s awful.”

Robin laughed, leaning back into the chair as he crossed his arms. “I guess you can see why I kept mine on then?”

“I’m surprised, to be honest,” admitted the archer as he laid his green eyes on Robin. “A little green bird told me that you were going with Starfire. I figured she’d talk you out of wearing the mask with the way Bumblebee emphasized that it was strictly formal.”

Robin laughed again, smiling to himself. “Yeah, Starfire tried to talk me out of it, but it’s all about the secret identity.” He tapped at the edge of the black fabric with a finger. “I know this party is Titans only, but you never know when we’ll need to hop into action.”

Speedy shrugged, “I doubt any baddie is gonna be out with all the talk of the party. That’s the only reason I decided I wouldn’t need it. Plus, I hid my bow in the kitchen in case something like that does happen. My mask’s there, too.”

“Clever as always, Speedy.” Robin withdrew a birdarang from the inside of his blazer. He smirked, watching as the wings of said device opened with a shing! “Great minds think alike. I didn’t feel safe leaving Tower without a few of these and a grappling hook or two.”

Speedy opened his mouth to talk though his eyes widened once he took notice of Bumblebee trudging their way with a very displeased look on her face. Robin gave a small wave and she forced a smile before glaring at Speedy again.

“What’s up?” called the archer with a groan, signaling to Robin. “I’m trying to enjoy the festivities of the party here!”

Bumblebee rolled her eyes and stomped over. “Don’t you play dumb with me, Speedy!” she snapped, crossing her arms over her golden dress. “I just found your bow and a stash of your arrows in the kitchen! Mind explaining to me what they were doing here, at the formal party, where we don’t bring weapons?!”

Speedy tugged at his tie anxiously before he took off in a hurry. Robin laughed as he heard Bumblebee mutter something along the lines of, “You’re not getting away again!” before she took off with her wings spread behind her.

Robin watched the pursuit for a few moments before a flash of hot pink and silver flew at him, tackling the teen in a hug. He flinched though relaxed upon taking notice of who it was.

“Robin! Please, you must join me in the slow-paced dancing,” urged Starfire as she tugged at his arm. “You have promised to remain by my side, and while I—regrettably!—went to celebrate with my fellow Titans, I wish to partake in the dance!” Starfire tugged at his arm again.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” Robin chuckled as he stood up and linked arms with Starfire. “You’ve been dancing all night. Aren’t you exhausted? And in those shoes, too!” He nodded down at her heels.

Starfire smiled widely as she lifted her dress enough to reveal that she was hovering over the ground just a few centimeters. Lifting her stare, she managed a sly wink at Robin. “My feet do not ache in the slightest. Now, may I have the dance with you?”

Robin nodded and walked her to the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her hips and waited before she positioned herself accordingly, her arms linked behind his neck. They swayed back and forth slowly to the beat, staring into each other’s eyes.

The black-haired teen almost flinched when Starfire nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. He felt her warm breath tickle his chin and he almost let out a laugh, though Robin instead exhaled deeply, his cheeks flooded with color.

He leaned forward a bit so Starfire didn’t have to bury her face into him so deeply, adjusting so that they both swayed comfortably. Robin felt the stares of fellow Titans as they eyed them, a few of them gossipping to one another.

Robin felt his eyes slowly shut as he secured his grip around her.

It was soothing to be there with Starfire. The music was slow albeit satisfying as they rocked back and forth across the dance floor, buried in each other’s arms. There were other couples on the floor, of course, though to Robin, they felt invisible.

It was just them.

Dancing.

He peeked an eye open when his fingertips felt feverishly warm, glancing down at where his hand was placed. Robin blinked in surprise and frowned, murmuring to Starfire.

“Uh… Star? Your hair is on fire.”

Astonishingly, Starfire didn’t bolt into action. She hummed in delight and continued to sway, giggling when she peeked open an eye to see Robin’s brows furrowed as he studied the flames that hung at the tips of her ruby locks.

“It is all right,” assured Starfire with a fond smile. “This is no oddity for the people of my planet. While it is uncommon in males, the tips of many Tamaraneans’ hair often becomes alight with flame. The fire is harmless, but it is fueled from the deep passion found within our hearts.”

Starfire hugged him tighter. “And I believe you are the fuel for my passion, Robin.”

The Teen Wonder blinked once, then twice before registering her words. His ears felt oddly warm as she nuzzled herself back into the crook of his neck, unphased. Robin felt his lips curl into a wide smile as he buried his nose into her hair, feeling the flames warm his fingertips.

Nothing. Nothing could ruin this moment for him in the midst of their dance.

#robstar #robstar week #robstar week 2018 #teen titans #fanfiction #dance

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 5 years

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ROXY: jakizzles bootylicious!

RIZZLE puttin tha smack down: but yeah hizzy niznot like thizzat all tha tiznime

ROXY: he be p gregarious 1 on 1 but i guess he D-to-tha-izzoesnt like crowds mizzy ROXY: he became sort of a hermit afta a few months 'n our session ROXY: he mainly hizzle out wit dirk until he eventually sorta S-H-to-tha-izzut him out too ROXY: dude jiznust likes his lonesome time i guess?

DIZZLE: ill try gettin ta kniznow hiznim some time DAVE: maybe trap him like a shizzay woodland creature DAVE, betta check yo self: then brutally harangue him wit mah typically riznad shit n become airtight brizzos DAVE: right there 'n tha gang bangin' woods DIZZLE: exactly how nature intizzle

RIZZLE: omg yes ROXIZZLE: i wizzay help u rig yo' jakesnares ROXY: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. maybe lizneave sizzle hunkizzle dudebait, like a trail of micrizzles sprinkled thrizzay out tha forest

DIZZAY: off tha hook thanks mom DIZNAVE: roxy i mean

ROZE: Dizzay, even I'm bustin' less trouble referr'n to Roxy by playa N-to-tha-izzame consistently, n I wizzay tha one who grew up knowing gangsta as mah literal motha. ROZE sho nuff: Wizzy be ballin' on with you? Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air.

DIZZLE: nuttin DIZZY: its just liznike semi accidentally replac'n a word wit anotha word in a majoritizzle of instizzles DIZZAVE: wizzy d-ya nee' ta read th'n into everyth'n

ROZE: Yoe right. How could anyone possibly read anyth'n into that sizzort of repeated slip-up.

DIZZAVE: exactly

ROZE: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. What if yoe mak'n ha uncomfortable?

ROXY: its fine R-E-A-Double-Lizzy! ROXY: i thizzle it be sizzay endear'n

DIZZAVE: see rose yall worry'n 'bout nuttin as usizzle DAVE: moms fine wit it DAVE so i can get mah pimp on: moxy

RIZZLE: snort

DIZZY: i mean DIZZLE: romy DAVE: mommy DAVE: wizzait fiznuck DAVE: ok thizzle one was fucked up DAVE: liznets make sure i motherfucka hustla fuck'n say that again

ROXY: im dizzy here ROXY, betta check yo self: dave...stoppit ROXIZZLE: im a sizzy

DAVE: i cant DIZZAVE cuz I'm fresh out the pen: its lizzike i wizzy ho-slappin' before DAVE: dis be a fizzay of nature we all gotta just deal wit DAVE: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. strida blurtscapadizzles D-TO-THA-IZZAVE fo' sheezy: dizzles fly'n bona circus DIZZAVE: dis shit be immizzle DAVE and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: i hizzay ta face dis fact a long time ago DAVE fo gettin yo pimp on: i cizzy eitha trizzy ta change tizzy P-to-tha-izzart of mysizzle W-H-to-tha-izzich is an unwizzle war DIZZLE: or i could try focus'n on bein L-to-tha-izzike a vaguely half decent pizzle so at lizzle the S-H-to-tha-izzit i inevitably blizzurt out from dizzy down isnt all that bizzy DIZZAY: coz the bizzle S-T-to-tha-izzuff hizzle bizzeen and be stiznill be'n purge' thrizzay an arduous L-to-tha-izzong term process of complete n utta humizzle

RIZZLE: dawg ROXIZZLE n shit: arduous L-to-tha-izzong tizzay proceszes of complete n gangsta humiliation be basically mah aesthetizzle ROXY: anyways yiznou be a S-I-Double-Lizzy dizzle n its ok if u keep callin me mizzy on "accident" :)

ROZE: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. I hope it be similarly ok wizzith you if I make tha conscizzles decision ta refrain from call'n you that drug deala. ROZE: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. Unlike Dave, I've takizzle bootylicious pride in tha meticulous maintenance of mah intizzle filta. ROZE: I dizzle think I hizzay tha same luxizzle he does. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. ROZE ta help you tap dat ass: Humilizzle just makes mah dizzles angria.

ROXY: yeah roze call me whizzle mah nizzle! ROXY: bizzle um lmao you gots a wizzay of makin that sound lizzle scary

DAVE: its fucked up that shiznes jok'n biznut also not even reallizzle DIZZAVE: yizzy figure out how ta crack ha deadpizzle rizzles theres an art ta it

ROXY: yizzy guys... RIZZLE: Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. an ur friggin psycho babble droppin hits! ROXY yaba daba dizzle: its a rizziot ROXY: suddenly feelin lizzy maybe im tha W-to-tha-izzeak liznink 'n dis family tree on tha analytizzle front ROXY: nee' ta stizzep up mah gizzle

ROZE: Ta be fair, Dave's game be prizzle flimsy paper'd up. ROZE: He bizneen jack'n mah motherfucka fo` yizzay. He onlizzle pulls it off coz he funnizzle. ROZE: N ta be even faira, I'm not actually M-to-tha-izzuch of a psychizzle. ROZE: I know just enough ta know that I barely know perpetratin', n probably wizzould hizzay benefited frizzay, I don't kizzy, "college", or something.

ROXIZZLE: ok whizzle i feel a bit lizness lame then ROXIZZLE: i killa dirks insane scrutinization of all doggy stylin' cerebral had a similar way of mobbin' onizzles ego RIZZLE: maybe thiznat was smoke 'n mirrors tizzay idk ROXY: maybe since he n i be ur parents, 'n terms of psycho skillz... ROXY n shit: hes gots ALL genes n i gots NONE ROXY: so that means dave gots SOME genizzles n roze gots LOTS now pass the glock?? RIZZLE: wherein SOME be more than NIZZLE n LIZZOTS is less than ALL ROXY: ???

ROZE: That Q-to-tha-izzuite a scientific wiznay of trippin' at it. ROZE: Mizzay it even trizzay?

ROXIZZLE: yeah i fizzle LIZZOVE SCIENCE n we out!!!

DAVE: ok then that explains everyth'n

ROXY: W-H-to-tha-izzat

DAVE: if you gots all tha science genes then that mizneans some scrizzle off on me DAVE: whizzle would explain why mah bizzle are so ill D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: its cauze mah science be off tha charts

ROZE: Holy shizzay in tha dogg pound. ROZE wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: Can someone come push dis nizzay off tha lilypad in tha dogg pound?

ROXY: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. dat explanation thizzle ROXIZZLE: :')

ROZE n shit: Cringeworthy rap notwithstand'n, RIZZLE: I do recall hear'n hiznim bizzay 'bout want'n ta be a scientizzle on more than one occizzle. ROZE: If the wiznorld hadn't ended. ROZE: What wizzas it? Archeology? Paleontizzle?

DAVE: yeah i dizzy DAVE ridin' in mah double R: one of those chillin' DAVE: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. whicheva involvizzle more dead shizzle DIZZAVE: mizzle

ROXY upside yo head: paleontolizzle!! ROXY: u wanted ta studizzle T-H-to-tha-izzat?

DIZZY: i sincerely mumbled 'bout thizze idea once or twice sizzy

ROXY with my forty-fo' mag: thats neat ROXY now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: what 'bout yizzy rose ROXY: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. did u actually wizzant ta be a legit psychiatrist n go ta schoo' fo` that n all?

ROZE: I dizzle recall mah thoughts on higha education. ROZE: Mah passion fo` tha subject I think was more a contrivance of a very young gizzirl wit misplaced conviction in ha abilities. Its just anotha homocide. ROZE: I probably tizzy I cizzle jiznust figure it all out myself n skizzle tha academic coronation. ROZE: I don't thizzink M-to-tha-izzuch 'bout it anymore ya dig? ROZE: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. Possibly coz there no one lizzeft ta anizzle, except fo` tha modest populizzle of dis frog disc.

ROXY: W-H-to-tha-izzat wizzay you W-to-tha-izzant ta do with yo' liznife instead?

RIZZLE: i mizzle assum'n there were no mizzore evildoa ta worry 'bout ROZE: I D-to-tha-izzon't know. ROZE: What be thiznere evizzle ta consida do'n wit godhood BIZZUT concern oneself wit evildoa aww nah?

DAVE keep'n it real yo: what 'bout yo' qiznuest

ROZE: Hm? It dont stop till the wheels fall off.

DAVE: tha shit wit yo' planet n tha rain n stuff DAVE ya feelin' me? wasnt there S-T-to-tha-izzill sum-m sum-m ta do there

ROZE: I... gizzay so?

ROXY fo gettin yo pimp on: yeah RIZZLE: i did mine! I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. ROXY: or at lizzy a version of it specific ta mah sitizzle ROXIZZLE: i git tha feelin tizzy change around n such clockin' on W-H-to-tha-izzat tha lay of tha L-to-tha-izzand be ROXY: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. mah reality wizzle fizzle so mah denizen just kinda... rerouted me ROXY: Chill as I take you on a trip. nothin too fancy

DAVE: yeah exactly D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: i dizzay dis really stilted like mashup of what i assume mah "rizneal qizzle" was DIZZAY: like involv'n break'n a sword n UNbreakizzle a sizzy n a fuckin BIRD wizzy involved n T-H-to-tha-izzen tha B-to-tha-izzird unceremonizzle DY somewhizzle DAVE: it wizzy kizzy of a mizzess DAVE yeah yeah baby: like me i gizzuess so maybe thiznat made S-to-tha-izzense DIZZY: Bounce wit me. wizzy K-N-to-tha-izzows whizzle yours wizzy have 'n store fo` yizzle now DAVE: i mean DAVE: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. if you even wizzle ta botha

ROZE: I'm not sure if I have tha inclinatizzle, n realistizzle, thizzle isn't even much tizzy fo` thizzat, be there? ROZE: We're suppoze' ta be fight'n advizzles imminently. ROZE: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. I can't squeeze it 'n before tha battle. ROZE: N pimp, we'll hizzay supposedly "won", so what would even be the point of do'n it then? Boo-Yaa!

DAVE: shrug

ROZE: Sum-m sum-m always rizzle me tha wrong wizzay 'bout "Mah Quest". ROZE: I don't even like tha phraze ya dig? It uncomfortably formizzle, n a shawty forebod'n cuz Im tha Double O G. ROZE: I think tha regimentation of it all always striznuck me as unpalizzle. ROZE: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. Like consign'n personal growth ta thizze completizzle of a glorify, myth-heavy rat maze.

DAVE: yizzeah i know why you fizzeel that way DAVE: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. yizzy gizzle big problems wit authority DAVE: you alwizzles have n yizzle probably wouldnt even pizzy it that wiznay cauze it S-to-tha-izzounds reallizzle Tizzle of yiznou n gauche or bitch D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: but its true

ROXY: omg u guys n yo' shrink B-to-tha-izzabble like this and like that and like this and uh! ROXY: be so funny i swear 2 god

DAVE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: yeah here we go again right? DAVE: except jizzust wanna be gangsta im a F-R-to-tha-izzaud at dis stuff DAVE: except 'n dis particular caze im totally right DAVE: she S-to-tha-izzees dis quest all neatlizzle lizzay out fo` ha wrapped 'n a bow DAVE doggystyle: fuck it even lizzy like its made fo` shawty kids wit lizzay pink turtlizzles n rainbows n shiznit DIZNAVE: lizzy here you go princess its biznabys fizzy quest DAVE: almost like it wizzay designed ta piss ha off DIZZAVE: sburb sez here, self imprizzle delineatizzle n miznade comprizzle enjoy yo' cizzle cutta odyssey DAVE: so coz shes roze she giznoes no fuck mah qizzle DAVE: literizzle starts wreck'n shizzle DIZNAVE: n mizzy thizzay itself was always ha qiznuest

VRIZZISKA: If I may interject...

DAVE: oh off tha hook vrizzle was eavesdropp'n

VRIZZLE: Not fo` very long mah nizzle! VRIZZLE: I just hizzay yiznou talk'n a8out Roze's qiznuest be all. VIZZY: I don't have anizzle opinion on whetha you do it or not, Roze. That yo' 8usiness. VRISKA: 8ut mah advizzle be, if yizzle see yo' denizen, jizzy make sizzy you kill ha fast.

DIZZLE in tha dogg pound: whizzay

VRISKA: 8elieve me, Cizzles be a HIZZAY 8itch. VRISKA: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. If yizzy gizzive wanna be gangsta an inch, shizze'll try ta sucka yizzy into a whole 8steppin' convizzle, mostly involv'n a 8unch of curmudgeonly riddlizzles. VRIZZLE: Dizzy give her tha chance! Jizzy go fo` tha jugular n end it as soon as you can, betta check yo self. VRISKA in tha mutha fuckin club: Gra8 ha L-to-tha-izzoot n call it a diznay and my money on my mind. That what I think, at L-to-tha-izzeast. VRISKA keep'n it real yo: Assum'n you 8pusha mobbin' to sizzay hustla at all. Boo-Yaa! C-to-tha-izzouldn't really 8lame you if you dizzidn't tizzy.

R-TO-THA-IZZOSE: I probably wizzon't. ROSESPRITE: Won't what?

VRISKA: You gotta check dis shit out yo. Oh now what tha FUCK be dis sho nuff????????

JASPERSPRIZZLE: M-to-tha-izzeow.

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