Yoongi slowly walked toward the small house snuck in between bigger buildings at the end of the street. He needed to do this, it had been weeks since he’d last talked to his mother and he was sure she was getting antsy, if the the 121 missed calls and 53 voice messages meant anything. This was just how his life was and he needed to suck it up. Cause Yoongi had learned early on that pity and sadness only equated weakness. When he arrived at the door, he saw it was just as beaten down as the last time he’d seen it, the paint chipped so bad that it looked like an animal had attacked it. He sighed and rang the doorbell, adjusting the one cheap tie he had bought years ago for occasions like this. His suit was two sizes too big and his dress shirt still had a stain from his last visit (hopefully his mother wouldn’t be able to tell). I mean Yoongi wasn’t poor, far from that, his “extracurricular activities” paid well. But Yoongi also believed in not using money where it wasn’t needed. The money it would take to buy a better suit, he could just give to his mom. Combing his hair with his fingers one last time, Yoongi took in a deep breath and pasted on a fake smile. The door creaked open and before him stood his small, stocky mom. Frown lines more prominent, hair grayer, but smile just as bright as ever. Yoongi loved his mother (She was the only family that was worth shit anyway). And he knew what it would do to her to know how he actually survived. So a couple times a year he would dress up in his “office worker” costume and play pretend. He didn’t want to be a bigger disappoint than he already was. Right when she saw him, Yoongi was pulled into a bone crushing hug that smelled of cinnamon and old memories.
“Momf I canth brefthe” Yoongi muffled as his moms relentless hold tightened.
“That’s what you get for making me worried for days. Come back sooner. Have you no respect for your mother. I wait and wait and you never call or com-”
“Alright, alright sorry, I know I suck, I should come more often, but um… work gets very stressful mom.” Yoongi said cutting her off and finally pulling out of the hug. As soon as he mentioned work, his mothers face fell into a sympathetic and worrisome state.
“They’re not overworking you are they. If they are Yoongi say something, they can’t treat you however they want you know” His mother stated defiantly. Worked up on Yoongi’s behalf. She led him into the house and walked straight to the kitchen. If Yoongi knew his mother, he knew there was a feast waiting for him.
“I know mom. Thanks” he sighed sitting down at the table with copious amounts of food on it. “How do you always out do your self. Mom I’m not starving. I don’t send you money just so you can make me dinner that could feed an army.”
“Just say thank you and eat the food. If I don’t spend money on my boy then who else would I spend it on.” She asked, incredulous. She sat down beside him and started placing food on his spoon and plate. “I only need to see you happy to be happy.” Yoongi’s mom was a sap, and she knew just the words to melt his heart. Had it been anyone else, Yoongi would’ve scoffed and degraded their entire existence, but to his mother he could only smile and shove his face. He knew the routine by now, after stuffing himself with food until he weighed about 20 lbs heavier, Yoongi would be asked a series of questions regarding his personal life, then he would mention his workload and his mom would pack him the food he wasn’t able to finish (which could honestly last him a month) and he’d be on his way. The process took about 3hrs. It was simple and always the same. Except this time Jimin had called him nearing the end of the personal questionnaire portion of the evening and his mother had seen the contact info before he quickly hung up. Now he could’ve made any excuse to who Jimin was, If the idiot thug wasnt as possessive as he was, and hadn’t changed his name in Yoongi’s phone from “Rich Asshat” to “❤️Jiminie❤️”. I mean yeah he’d done it months ago, which gave Yoongi plenty of time to change it back, but Yoongi’s excuse of always being too busy remained strong. (Also there was the fact that his name was saved as “Suga😍👌🏾👅” in Jimins phone and he secretly loved the personal feeling it gave off, but you’d catch him dead before he admitted that). So instead of 3hrs it took 4 and a half, as he kept repeating that Jimin wasnt anything serious but rather just a casual relationship. And the hearts around his name were a joke, but his mother wasn’t truly convinced. So he now had to bring Jimin to dinner next time he came, and it had to be before the month ended, or he’d “see his mother’s wrath”. Yoongi grumbled and pouted the rest of the night and huffed an annoyed sigh as he grabbed the bags of food and gave his mother a kiss on the check as he left her home.
“I’m excited to see him.” She smiled, and then narrowed her eyes and continued, “and if I don’t then you won’t have a mother either.” Dramatic was her middle name.
“Yeah yeah” he waved as he left her behind. Playing pretend for his mother was a habit by now. And he sometimes believed she played along. How else would the warm scene of a broken down family, which consisted of a alcoholic, weak mother and her prostitue son making ends just barely meet make sense. Playing pretend was all the two had left, and they took their roles seriously. Cause when Yoongi left the cabinet under the sink would open and wouldn’t close the day before Yoongi next came. Their fucked up lives took breaks for only 3hrs a couple of times a year. Maybe that’s why when Yoongi was far away, he pulled out his phone and dialed the first name on his missed calls list.
“I don’ like it when ya keep me waitin darlin” the voice slurred as Jimin picked up the call.
“I was busy. With my mom. I told you. Why’d you call” he replied short and straight.
“Cuss I missd’ ma baby, and wanted ta play” Jimin continued, voice filled with flirtations. Yoongi fought back a smile, and kept his voice emotionless, he was prostitute, that owed Jimin a shit ton, nothing more and nothing less.
“On my way. But I need to talk to you about something. A favor.” Yoongi said, fully aware of the teasing that would follow.
“Anotha one, ya really like usin’ me don’ ya. Guess we'r jus gonna have ta add it ta ya list. What does ma darlin need.” Jimin asked amused. Yoongi sighed, this would probably equal a 2 weeks worth of fucking, but it really didn’t matter, he basically owed Jimin for life. And he wasn’t really complaining about it either.
“I’ll tell you when I see you.” Yoongi replied, “it’s not that big of a deal compared to what I’ve asked of you before”
“At this point it don’ matta darlin, I’m doin errythin for ya. An I don’ mind” Jimin answered with the same amused and flirtatious voice that now somehow seemed reserved for Yoongi. “Can’ wait ta feel ya baby” he added his voice dipping low. Yoongi hid the arousal from his voice as he just hummed back and then proceeded to end the call. He knew was fucked, but hey at least he was also getting fucked.
You’re a life model and I’m an artist, but a really slow one, could you
maybe stick around so I can finish this brief please?
More Risace; I warned you I’ve got a lot of AUs sitting pretty in my head
The old bastard insists they go on to study higher
education, attempting to strong arm them into becoming marines.
As a member of
the Whitebeard ‘Gang’, Ace had absolutely no intention of going to ‘study at a
higher level’, but he’s not really been given much choice. So that’s why he’s
studying something Garp would never approve of.
You can start to see them all trying to protect each other but at the same time, they’re people who’ve never been taught, and never had any guidance, about how to live their lives and how to treat one another. And as the audience, you’re more aware of what their failings are and I think you’re pretty worried about how on earth it will all end. So things will slowly unfold and we’ll see how the three of them being with one another over the course of the season shakes out. And just the number three as well. We all know, just from school or from nature and such, how complicated the dynamic of three people can be. It always becomes one-sided. Two gang up on the other one. It’s a difficult combination of people. Certainly with these three.
Dominic Cooper from his IGN interview. I love how much he, Ruth and Joe love these three? ? ? we are blessed. It’s also so cool how they divided up the interviews.
Kent Davison being a respected member of a motorcycle club that consists mainly of Hispanics, and also being able to speak Spanish. “I find that my involvement in the club keeps the internecine skirmishes of Washington in perspective.”
OMG so after last episode I have this picture of, once they find out, everyone doing that vaguely and/or overtly threatening thing to Percy where they're like "If you hurt her...", like OBVIOUSLY Vax is gonna do that... but then at the very LEAST Keyleth, Scanlan and Pike go to Vex and are like "This boy has been through so much, if you hurt him, we're gonna make sure you never forget what you did for the REST OF YOUR LIFE, and YOU'RE A HALF-ELF, IT'S GONNA BE AWHILE."
YUP CAN CONFIRM brothers are very protective. Vax is like “Look I know I said I was pretty much over the you-got-my-sister-killed thing and I basically am but if you make her cry I’m really gonna not like you, like I’m just gonna get really dagger happy Percy my boy”
Ok but ill take your “Overly Protective Brother Vax” and raise you one “Smug Little Bastard Vax” because lbr that conversation happened b/c of Vax’s prompting and he might still harbor some bad feelings but deep down Vax’ildan is 98% On Board™.
also i just- this isn’t even remotely the same as what you’re saying but I’m sorry i need gentle super supportive friends encouraging vex’ahlia cuz honestly, everyone can see how in love they are with one another except the two of them so here-