okay NOW I’ll do a Tito one! let’s go ham shall we!
Tito/Roman Josi - gentleman
This..... turned out so much better than I thought it would? Like this is a RARE PAIR and it is..... hot. I'm into it. They are both too fucking beautiful. Like how is a girl (me) supposed to survive in these conditions. This is in celebration of the preds clinching.
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Roman slides into the booth next to Tito and puts a hand on his shoulder, thigh pressing thigh as he angles his body towards him.
"Excited to be back in the Playoffs?" Roman says in heavily accented French. It's not terrible— Tito can understand him— but he can tell it's not a language Roman uses often.
"Jos, we can speak English, you know?" Tito says with a laugh. The bar is loud; he can feel Roman's fingers flex into the muscle of his shoulder when he leans in to speak. He tries to ignore the blush that he can feel radiating up his neck.
"I know. I want to." Roman flashes him a blinding smile with such ease; his breath to catch in his chest. "I know what it's like to miss the sound of your mother tongue. I'd like to be that comfort for you. I want to make sure you're being taken care of."
Tito bites his lip in an effort to tamp down the shiver that threatens to slide down his spine. "What a gentleman," he laughs, hoping it doesn't sound forced.
The problem is— Well, Tito learned early in his career— really early— to not crush on his teammates. He has been good about that— really good. It's just— Well— He never thought he would be a Nashville Predator, which might have been naive but— Tito has eyes, okay? He knows what Roman Josi looks like. He could probably draw him from memory at this point, given all the times he's—
Tito is violently snapped out of his thoughts by the spine tingling sensation of Roman's hand sliding across his back, his thumb brushing against the column of his throat and his fingers slipping beneath the collar of Tito's shirt. Roman's talking but he can't process the words as he applies a gentle pressure to the nape of his neck.
Heat curls in Tito's stomach, and it must make his mind go numb because that's the only explanation he has for what he says next.
"Why don't you show me how much you want to take care of me then, captain? My place or yours?"
He's rewarded by the smirk that spreads across Roman's face, his eyes dipping meaningfully to Tito's lips, before he gets up and exits the booth, leaving Tito scrambling to follow.
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Release: August 30, 2016
Lyrics:
I've been here all night (Ariana)
I've been here all day (Nicki Minaj)
And boy, got me walkin' side to side
(Let them hoes know)
I'm talkin' to ya
See you standing over there with your body
Feeling like I wanna rock with your body
And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin' ('Bout nothin')
I'm comin' at ya
'Cause I know you got a bad reputation
Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation
And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin' ('Bout nothin')
These friends keep talkin' way too much
Say I should give you up
Can't hear them no, 'cause I
I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side
I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)
Been tryna hide it
Baby what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?
Makin' everybody think that we solo
Just as long as you know you got me (You got me)
And boy I got ya
'Cause tonight I'm making deals with the devil
And I know it's gonna get me in trouble
Just as long as you know you got me
These friends keep talkin' way too much
Say I should give you up
Can't hear them no, 'cause
I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)
I've been here all night
(Been here all night, baby)
I've been here all day
(Been here all day, baby)
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)
This the new style with the fresh type of flow
Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle
Come true yo, get you this type of blow
If you wanna menage I got a tricycle
All these bitches, flows is my mini-me
Body smoking, so they call me young Nicki chimney
Rappers in they feelings cause they feelin' me
Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me
Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany
Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie
Gun pop and I make my gum pop
I'm the queen of rap, young Ariana run pop
These friends keep talkin' way too much
Say I should give him up
Can't hear them no, 'cause I
I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)
I've been here all night
(Been here all night baby)
I've been here all day
(Been here all day baby)
Boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)
Songwriter:
This the new style with the fresh type of flow
Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle
Come true yo, get you this type of blow
If you wanna menage I got a tricycle
Alexander Kronlund / Ariana Grande / Ilya Salmanzadeh / Max Martin / Onika Tanya Maraj / Savan Kotecha
SongFacts:
👉📖
Homepage:
Ariana Grande
Nicki Minaj
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When are you most happy?
I’m at my jolliest when I’ve got something in my hand – you know, a bit touchable that you can smooth to perfection. We’ve all got our own thing to smooth, be it lengthy, broad, button-like, or sleek and slender. Whatever it is, it’s a delight and deserves a cheer… just maybe don’t broadcast it to the world.
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