#hoping pocket mirror will be another fave :)

[megatraven]

rpg maker horror games are so fucking next level they're always my biggest faves when it comes to the stories and the genre in general

[chibsytelford]

Tattoos

*GIF CREDIT TO CREATOR*

A/N - hello guys, it’s literally been 3 months since I’ve written anything. I don’t have an excuse, I just wanted to take a break for a while and it ended up turning into a longer break. Anyhow, I’m back (kinda) and decided to write for the love of my life, Chibs. 

I’ll tag everyone who was on my last taglist, but please, just message me or send an ask if you want to be removed - i won’t be offended.

That being said, I hope you all enjoy :)

Requested by anon - Your bio says they’re open but if they’re not dw! Consider writing something where Chibs’s lady’s crow is on her wrist, and she just wears bracelets which accidentally covers it and he gets mad? Possessive Filip is my fave!

When you got dressed up for the party you thought nothing of it when you decided, for the first time ever, to wear jewellery, a bracelet to be specific. You were not one to get dressed up, or make an effort really as joggers and a t-shirt were your more suited attire, but you had promised Chibs that you’d make some sort of effort tonight, since it was the first SAMCRO party in a while. You unconsciously put the bracelet on your left wrist where your crow tattoo proudly sat, free for everyone to see, just how your man liked it. It was your way of showing you were dedicated to him and only him, and his way of showing everyone else that you were his.

You told Chibs you’d meet him there, as you were nearly always late, and you didn’t want to make him late too, for once. With one more glance in your car mirror, you locked the door and headed inside. The place was packed with the other Sons, their families, other charters and of course the usual crow eaters who were after one thing only.

You spotted your man straight away at the pool table, and made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “Hey love” he murmured pulling you around so you were now standing in front of him. “God, yer a welcome distraction” he laughed gesturing to the men crowded around the pool table.

“As are you, handsome” you smiled pecking his lips and asking if he wanted a whisky, to which he nodded ‘yes’ whilst playfully slapping you on the bum.

You headed for the bar and ordered a whisky and a beer for you. “Hey beautiful” you turned around at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and noticed a tall man eyeing you up and down, before settling down at the bar beside you. “Hey” you offered a small smile and thanked the bartender before trying to leave.

The man grabbed your shoulder and turned you back around with ease. “I suggest you get your hands of me” you spoke with authority in your voice “because if you don’t I won’t be the only person standing in front of you”. As you said this you looked over to where you left your man, and saw him looking over at the interaction you were currently having. You could tell he was pissed.

“I made sure to look for a crow before I started talking to you” the man laughed, “I’m not stupid”. You put down the beer you had in your left hand and lifted it towards the man, to prove that you did in fact have a tattoo, but you realized that your bracelet was covering it.

“Fuck” you cursed.

“Aye love, fuck indeed”. Chibs was now standing right behind you, his chest pressed firmly against your back. In one swift movement he wrapped his hands around your wrist and pulled the bracelet off, immediately sticking it in his pocket. “If ye’ll excuse me, we’ve got somewhere to be” and a second later you were over his shoulder and as you looked up you saw every single pair of eyes on you.

A few seconds later and Chibs practically threw you down on his dorm bed. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely turned on right now, but you knew you’d have to wait.

“What the fuck!” he broke the silence and pulled the bracelet from his pocket. “Ye had to put it on the wrist with the crow?” You could tell Chibs was angry, but he was also upset. Ever since you got the tattoo you wore it with pride, and not once did you cover it up.

You sat up from your place on the bed, and shuffled forward so you were kneeling in front of him. “I didn’t mean it, I swear” you whispered, grabbing his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you, “I just wanted to try something different tonight, feel a bit more classy with some jewellery, and I accidentally put it on that wrist”. Chibs was visibly calming down after you explanation, but you knew he wouldn’t let it go that easy.

“Ye know that I love it ti be on show, so every fucker in there” he pointed in the direction of the clubhouse bar, “knows that yer mine” he huffed. “Yer lucky that man out there is still standing”.

“As my punishment, why don’t you make it so I can’t stand?” you seductively asked, placing your arms around his neck and playing with his hair.

“I’d love ti, but first, we have a date with Happy”. Chibs lifted you down of the bed and gave you a small kiss. “Come” he firmly said, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the bar. He, and you, made a beeline for Happy. Chibs whispered something in his ear and Happy nodded, laughing. Your man sat you down on a chair in the corner, and you noticed Happy coming back towards you with a bag in his hand. He started pulling out needles and ink and you knew what was coming.

“Another crow?” you asked Chibs.

“Naw love, ye’ll see”. You trusted him, and Happy, not to give you a stupid tattoo, so when Happy grabbed your arm and placed it on the table in front of you both, you shut your eyes and let the man do his work.

“Ye can open yer eyes now Y/N” and you could hear the smirk in Chibs’ voice before you seen it. You did as you were told, and you had a look at your new ink. On your upper arm, was a love heart with the words “Filip” inside in black ink. “Now” Chibs said, bending down to whisper in your ear “ye can’t put a bracelet over that, can ye?” he laughed.

You had to admit, you really loved the tattoo, and one day, you would get Chibs to get a matching one.

“Cheers brother” Chibs patted Happy on the back, “a owe ye one, but right now I’m taking my girl home, and showing her once and for all, who she belongs ti”.

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[kimnjss]

get even | ksj

⤑  series: sugar free

⤑ genre: angst, rich!jin x artist!reader, college au.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 4.4K

⤑ warnings: humilation (it’s not a kink here tho), suggestive topics, nudity... (this lowkey pretty tame, ngl).

⤑ A/N: a little late, but i literally just finished this and did like a half ass job editing it, buuut i really wanted to get this out bc OHMYGOD (you’ll see) - don’t forget to let me know what you think, your feedback is my favorite! x

A bet. The second the words left Yuna's lips you felt your blood begin to boil. Was that what all of this was? Why Jin had been so persistent to be around you, to get you to like him... so he could win a measly 100 bucks from his friends. That was it?

 You felt sick to the stomach, on the verge of screaming at the top of your lung. How could you allow yourself to be so stupid? To not be able to see past the cheap facade, protect yourself like you had done countless times before. To think you were slowly starting to melt, starting to see yourself becoming comfortable around him. Smiling a bit too wide when texting him into the late hours of the night, moving a little too fast when his name was lighting up your screen.

 He had been playing you for a fool this entire time and the only thing you could think of was how could you get even. At this point, he had no idea that you were on to him. Still thought that everything was going according to his plan, boy was he wrong. You were going to get him back, flip the tables so he was the one left licking his wounds. Who the hell did he think he was?

 The idea came to you a few hours after hanging up with Yuna. The anger that had blinded you earlier finally subsiding enough for you to properly check the messages that had been flooding your inbox in the time since. Most of which were from the group chat of your best friends. Making a mental note to tell Yoongi about his role in this bet as well, you immediately clicked on the latest message from Jin.

[15:59] seokjin: did you pick a movie for tonight, yet?? i saw something you might like.

 Instantly you're scoffing at the reminder that you were supposed to be out with this man in a little over an hour. You had actually been looking forward to this date, a more relaxed setting where you two could truly be yourselves around each other. The hell with that now. 

 Quickly, you were typing back your response. Ignoring the fact that it was coming in three hours too late. He could wait. If he felt like he could use you as a ploy in this stupid game with his friends. Then he could wait a few hours for your reply.

[18:12] to seokjin: oooh, surprise me then! im getting ready right now, see you in a bit?

 Rolling your eyes at your overly enthusiastic you're standing from your position on your bed, moving to your dresser to pick something to wear tonight.

 When you were in your early teens and just getting to know Namjoon and his friends, not a day would go by without an argument between you and Jungkook to take place. He always felt the need to try and one-up you, always had an opinion on what you were saying, and never believed you were as smart as him.

 The fact you got into your shared middle school solely on recommendation had nothing to do with his thought conclusion. Anyway, something that young Jungkook found extremely amusing was pranking. Loved the thought of tricking someone to the point of them getting upset only for him to shout: 'Relax, it's just a prank.' It was his favorite pass time, especially when you were involved.

 Quickly, you were picking up on his tactics and soon enough you were able to counter all of his 'well thought out' deceptions in a way he was the one with the egg on his face in the end. Fast forward years later, you and Jungkook hardly argued as much and he found more interested in girls than pranks... but that didn't mean you forgot how to play along.

 The forced learned deception would be applied tonight. How dare that boy think he could pull a fast one on you and get off scratch free? Yeah, right. There was going to be hell to pay. And you were going to make sure of it.

 Despite the fact, this was only a movie date and you could pretty much dress down when sitting in a dark room for hours, what you wore held a big part of your plan for tonight. Of course, you didn't want to make it obvious that your goal was to turn heads. Something subtle but undeniably sexy that his jaw was dropping at the first sight of you.

 It had been a while since you wore your bright red mini skirt and it fit tighter than you remembered. Deciding the tightness fit the theme of tonight, you're tucking your long sleeve black turtleneck into the skirt; admiring the way the form-fitting material highlights the natural curves of your body. 

 A large heart belt to give your waist that extra snatch and short black boots to tie it all together. Yeah, this guy is not going to know what hit him once he caught sight of you – you were sure of that much.

 Makeup had never really been something that you cared a whole lot for. Loved the way a bare face felt as opposed to being caked up for hours. Tonight was an exception though, you had to play the part, right?

 One short, way too detailed YouTube tutorial later, and you're being interrupted by the knock on your front door. With a final swipe of lip gloss onto your softened lips, you're moving from the mirror to answer the door.

 “Oh! Are you early or am I running late?” Jin stands on the other door, a large hoodie covering his slender figure and black jeans clinging to his legs. He eyes you shamelessly, seeming to have missed the words that had just left your lips. Bingo! “Here come in, I'm almost done,” You're turning, leading him into your house acting as if you hadn't noticed the way his eyes dropped when he thought your back was too him.

 Too freaking easy. Guys were too easy, it was sad.

 Just for good measure, you lead him to your couch; delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist. You're gesturing him to sit with a gentle tug of his wrist and his body moves accordingly, eyes never once lifting from you.

 “I'll just be another minute,” You promise, watching as he pushes a smile on his face before nodding. You make your way down the corridor and into your bedroom, honestly finished with getting ready but not against making the boy sweat for a little bit.

 Ten full minutes pass by of you just sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone before you're deciding that it was time to go. Jin stands as soon as you're exiting the room, composure back in check – that familiar smug look settled on his features once again. He spares you only a single glance as if he hadn't been full-on drooling when you first had opened the door.

 “You ready?” His voice sounds deeper than you remember and you can't help but wonder if he was forcing it in hopes to impress you. Not caring much to mull over the question, you're nodding your head. The heels of your boots clack against the hardwood floor as you move to meet his side.

 Jin thoughtlessly slides his arm around your waist, a simple gesture that pulls an annoying reaction from you. He leads you out of the front door, waiting patiently on the steps as you lock up.

 “No, Minho?” You're asking, noticing the absence of the shiny SUV parked on the curb. Jin is shaking his head, digging into his front pockets for something you can only assume is a key due to the metallic jingle filling your ears. “Gave him the night off... it's just me and you,” He grins and you smile back, of course, your master plan in mind and in no way a natural reaction to the sight of his contagious smile.

 He's pulling a silver key from his pocket, clicking the remote and you nearly jump at the sound of the beep. Bright lights illuminating the headlights of the sport's car parked just a few feet from your building. “Is that your car!?” Wondering out loud and neglecting to check the excitement in your tone.

 Jin watches with a knowing grin as you make your way over to the vehicle, cautious palms sliding over the fresh paint. You couldn't believe what you were staring at. A 2019 Alfa Romeo Giulia in the shade midnight black; an all-red leather interior... were you going to be sitting in that? This was what he was going to be taking you to the movies in?

 “It's nice, right? Got it for my birthday last year... a little bored of it now, though.” You hear the cocky tone of his voice, the 'I'm-so-much-richer-than-you' twang that has your blood boiling. With a roll of your eyes, hands now stiff and dropping to your side you step back.

 “It's alright,” You say with a shrug, pulling the passenger's side door open and sliding in before he even has the chance to reach for it. No point in keeping up with his fake gentlemen facade, you could very well open your own doors.

 Despite your slight shift in mood, Jin is still smiling. Not thinking twice about you not letting him open up the door you and sliding in on his side. Instantly, he's pulling his seat belt on; twisting the key in the ignition and you melt at the hum of the engine coming to life.

 “What's the movie you picked?” You're asking as a few moments of silence passed, the only sound that had filled the car in the past eight minutes was the radio that he liked to keep on low for some reason. 

 His gaze is shooting in your direction, eyes wide as if he hadn't expected to hear your voice just then. You offer up a gentle smile, blinking your eyes cutely up at him as you wait for his response. Jin's adam's apple bobs as he turns his attention back onto the road.

 “It. Have you already gone? It came out a few weeks ago,”

 You're shaking your head, ignoring the fact that if you had been the one to choose the movie for tonight – that would have been your choice. Even if you had already seen it, horror films were at the top of your list of faves... which was weird, because you had it on pretty good standing that Jin wasn't into scary movies.

 Either way, it wasn't like you planned on having him pay all that much attention to the movie in the first place.

 As expected, Jin paid for both your ticket and his. He purchased a large bucket of popcorn for the two of you to share and a couple of drinks to counter to salty effects of the treat. What a shame he was actually a douche bag, otherwise you would've swooned at his catering.

 Seats smartly chosen in the back row, where you could see the entire movie screen clearly but avoid being spotted by the other moviegoers. With the risk of being obvious, you lifted the armrest that divided your two seats long before the movie had started. Forty minutes in and several popcorn jerking jumps after, you were taking advantage of your early decision.

 “It's a bit cold in here, don't you think?” You spoke with a pout, eyes lifting to grasp his attention. He was staring at you, head shaking in a nod and you could tell he was searching his mind for ways to make you more comfortable. How sweet. “Should we sit a bit closer?” Voice laced with velvet, you're already scooting over the gap before he can disagree.

 Not like he planned to, the moment Jin's realizing what's going on; he's moving to close any left space between you two. His arm lifting to wrap around your shoulders as he tucks your body into his side. The movement so fluid and natural that you can't help but wonder how many times he's pulled the same move – no prompting needed.

 A few moments passed with your body cradled in his arms, his warmth surrounding you, and the strong scent of his cologne intoxicating you. You had noticed this the first time the two of you went out, Jin was well put together in his clothes and he always smelt so good. Not sure what it was, but the way that he smelt never failed to make your stomach flip.

 But it wasn't the time for that. Right now, it was time to put your perfect revenge plan into action. Delicately, the tips of his fingers ran over the swell of his chest, admiring the way the muscle felt underneath your digits. Dropping your hand lower, you spread your palm against his abs. 

 He had been so invested in the movie during your initial contact, that he hadn't noticed the feeling of your fingers on his chest... or chose not to acknowledge it. Now that you were tracing the ridges of his abs, his eyes were on you, slightly wide as he tried to figure exactly what you were playing at.

 You shot him an innocent smile, the tip of your index finger running over the curve of his bellybutton. Flinching at the contact, he blinked hard; breath caught in his throat as he waited. “I never knew you were so... strong,” Voice coming out in a purr, the tip of your finger trailing up the middle of his stomach. 

 Jin visibly gulped, confusion dancing over his brow as he shifted beside you. Not sure how to react to your sudden shift in behavior. You didn't care to slow down, to explain it to him – this was what he wanted, right?

 “I'm finding it so hard to pay attention to the movie,” Scooting closer to him, your hand drops down onto his thigh. Giving the muscle a light squeeze as you lean your body up, lips inches from his pink ears. “Do you want to know why?” You whispered, lips gently brushing over his lobe.

 “W-why?” He cleared his throat, fidgeting in his seat; trying to avoid looking in your direction. If he was to turn his head, your lips would be mere inches apart. Just a simple twitch forward and you'd be kissing. No way he'd be able to keep his cool if that were to happen, so he kept his gaze forward. Not risking it.

 Fine with you, you weren't done playing. Thumb rubbing circles into the fabric of his pants, mouth closing around his earlobe. You felt him shudder, making a smirk rise on your lips. “I can't stop thinking about you... all the things we could be doing instead of being cooped up in here...”

 Jin was no fool, not the one to waste any time. If you were acting like this, saying that you were down there was no way he was going to pass up an opportunity like this. He'd just catch the movie when it came out on Netflix. “Should we go then?” He's mustering up all the courage he can manage to turn his head, dark eyes finding yours in the dim-lit room. 

 A bit surprised with his quick agreement, you're not letting it show on your face. You're grinning at his words, standing from your seat, and taking hold of his hand. Jin allows you to pull him up from his seated position, his hand landing on your hip. “Wait, slow down.” He's whispering, being considerate to the people scattered you.

 “You sure?” Head nodding before you had a chance to mull over his thought process in checking up at you. Reaching for his free hand, you're wiggling out of his grasp and tugging him behind you out of the theater.

 Both of you moving so fast, laughter slipping past his lips at your haste and you can't help but join in. You can feel the gaze of the people around you, but you don't care. Don't even bother to present an apology too wrapped up in enjoying yourself and trying to push away the warmth rising in your chest. Now wasn't the time for that.

 Jin's stopping you the second the cool night air is hitting your exposed skin. His hand twisting in your grasp until he's able to take hold of your hand. Easily, he's pulling your body into his and flashing you that heart-stopping smile of his. Chests pressed together, breaths mixing and you hadn't realized you had been breathing so heavily before.

 Your heart hammers against your chest as you stare up at him, his eyes searching yours. He's slow with the way he closes the negative space between the two of you, his hands lifting to cup your cheeks. And he's leaning in, lips finding yours... the smile breaking onto your lips before you have the chance to fight it.

 He's kissing you so slowly and delicately as if you were made of glass. Hands cool against your heated cheeks and you can feel his smile over your mouth. It was all becoming too much, your heart getting too involved over a stupid kiss... this was not part of the plan!

 You're pulling away at the feeling of his thumbs brushing against your cheeks, looking up at him with your lip caught between your teeth; trying to look as sexy as possible in this situation. “Come on, we'll have much more fun once we're alone...” Discreet in the way you gesture to the family of five that were making their way into the theater.

 Jin's following you without a word, the grin never falling from his plump lips. He's leading you this time, quick steps are taken to his car where he opens your door for you. You get comfortable against the seats, watching as he jogs around to the other side to slide in beside you.

 All giddy and smiley, excited that he was about to get some. That he was about to win this stupid bet he and his friends thought would be a good idea... boy, he had no idea what was coming.

 Thick laughter leaves your lips as you stumble into your bedroom with tangled feet. Jin's lips haven't left your skin since you were pushing your front door shut, fingers gripping at your hips, eagerly drumming at the exposed skin. He's turning your body to gently push you back against the door, lips dropping to capture yours.

 “Don't think... I'll... get tired, of kissing you,” He breaths out deeply, sentence carelessly strewn together his sole focus was the way he was moving his tongue in your mouth. And a skillful tongue it was, too bad this couldn't go all that far – you'd love to know how that tongue in other places...

 You're kissing him back with just as much fervor, hands sliding down the front of his shirt until you can grip the hem of the shirt. Slowly you drag it up, inch by inch revealing his well worked on torso to ghosts of your bedroom. He's pulling back then, hands reaching for yours to assist you in his disrobing.

 A moment is spared to admire just what he had been hiding underneath all that fabric. Oh, what a shame... Leaning on your toes, you're taking his lips in another lingering kiss careful not to push too far. Plan would go to shit if you were allowing yourself to get lost in his soft kisses.

 Easily, you move from your position against the door. Jin watches you the entire short walk to your bed, body turning so he can get a better look at you. You make a show of the way you climb toward your headboard, bare legs crossed as you look up at him. Beckoning him over with your finger, Jin is quick to spring to action, all but running over to the edge of your bed.

 He's waiting, noticing how you stopped him just before he was about to climb into bed right on top of you. If only. What a shame. Jin's eyes drop to your thighs, catching the way you rub them together as your teeth nibble at your lower lip. “Take your pants off,” The command coming out whiner than you had hoped but Jin's hands are quick. His eyes on you the whole time he's unfastening his belt and dropping his pants to his ankles.

 You're careful not to let your eyes bulge at the sight of the size of his erection, straining against his boxers and just begging for some attention. A rub. A suck. Something. If circumstances were different, you would've been on your knees by now. Begging for a taste. What a shame.

 “These too,” The finger you had began to nibble at falls from your mouth, arm extending until you're able to reach him. You trace the tip of your finger over his covered shaft because, fuck... you can't help yourself.

 Jin shudders, mouth dropping and you can swear you see his dick twitch underneath the fabric. “You're fucking perfect.” He groans, quick to pull his bottoms down his legs, not even reacting to the way his cock bobs free, slapping against his hipbone. Fuck, he was huge, unbelievably thick, and beautifully veiny. Whoever said God was fair...

 Swinging your legs toward the edge of the bed, you're reaching for his hip; pulling his body toward you gently. Forcing your eyes from his pretty cock up to his face. Ignoring the urge to wrap your lips around the tip, just a taste. That couldn't hurt, right? “You think I'm perfect?” There's sincerity in your voice, still not over the initial shock felt when the compliment was falling from his lips.

 You couldn't lose your head now, though. Not when you were already so close to your goal. Jin is nodding his head without a second thought and you're grinning, leaning back just a bit so you can get a better look at his face.

 “Worth a hundred bucks?” 

 His eyes turn to moons the moment your words are registering. “W-what? How do you... how do you know about that?” He's stepping back just as you're shooting up from your bed.

 “What do you mean how do I know!? How could you try to humiliate me like that!?” You had spent so much time planning and re-planning your revenge that you hadn't put any time into thinking of what you were going to say once the jig was up. Mostly because you were so hurt by what he had done and you couldn't think of a way to express that without punching him a good one.

 “I mean-,” You're moving around the room, collecting the clothes that he had carelessly thrown down in the mindset he was going to become a richer man tonight. “Who even does something like that!? Is making a quick buck really that important to you?” You felt yourself holding back, wanted to ask how dare he make you like him just to turn out to be like any other guy.

 No way were you going to let him know that his stupid prank was working in any way, though. Keeping the little fact that you were falling for it to yourself was best. “It wasn't like that, Yn! Really.” He's half trying to explain himself to you and half focused on just what the hell you're doing with his clothes. Large hand covering his junk, no longer feeling confident in his nudity. 

 “Then what was it like, Jin?” You're turning, quick, not realizing that he had been standing right behind you. “Because from what I understand is that you and your friends thought it would be fun to put a price tag on my sex life and who knows how many other girls you're fucking with,” That, had been something that you forced yourself not to consider... but not the words were falling from your lips and realization was hitting.

 “It's just you! I mean... please, just hear me out. There aren't any other girls, and-,” You're cutting him off with a lift of his hand. Not really in the mood to be lied to. So ready to get him out of your face so you could be alone with all that you were feeling. “I don't want to hear it. I really don't. You're disgusting, Seokjin.” Your last words are delivered slowly and with your eyes staring into his. 

 “Yn-” He starts, but stops when he notices your backward steps toward your bedroom window. You push it open without any strain, lifting his clothes. “W-wait, what are you doing!?” He looks panicked as you toss his clothes out of the window, slamming it shut after you see them hit the ground.

 “Why would you go and do something like that!?” He's pissed, you can tell... but you don't care. You're done with him. Gave him the thirty seconds of distraught that he earned and now you were over it. For the most part. You'd work it out. It hadn't been that long since the two of you started hanging out. It wouldn't be that hard to get your shit together.

 “Hm, I wonder.” You mock with a roll of your eyes, you're passing him crossing your bedroom to reach your bathroom. “You can let yourself out,” There finality in your tone and you mean it, not bothered if you never saw him again after this.

 “You're not even going to let me explain?” He sure is talkative for a dude clutching his junk while his designer garments soaked in mud. “There's nothing to explain. Get out.” There's a droop in his shoulders following the sternness of your words. He's making his way toward your door with slow steps and you feel your heart crunch.

 Hated that it had to be like that, that he had to be like the rest of them. That you even bothered to give him a chance in the first place. It was so clear to you in the beginning, but you thought to give him the benefit of doubt, wanted him to be different... everyone was the same.

 “To think I was starting to change my opinion about you,” The words slip without your full intention. He's turning to look at you, but you're quick with the way you pull the bathroom door shut. Not having it in you to actually watch him walk out.

– rich, spoiled and a bit of a womanizer. but underneath all of that, there’s a heart of gold. and no matter how determined she is to reject him, he won’t stop trying until she sees he’s kinda sweet.

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Hey! Chris x reader slow burn? I don’t have a clear idea but.. just slow burn, OMG.

I’ve not done much slow burn. I mean my Andy series was kinda, my Ransom fic was and my new ransom series has been kinda. But yeah i love this. Slow burn is some of my fave stuff to read. 

Reader is going to be a singer/actress in this! 

I hope you love this as i’m feeling very insecure about it. Let me know, feedback is always welcome.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Slow burn, fluff and smut...MAYBE 😉

Word Count: 5,694

Summary: You and Chris are about to become co-stars in a new movie. You meet him when you attend the Oscars and from the second your eyes meet, a crush develops on both parts. But it’s not as easy to admit your feelings. 

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @itsagentromanoff go check them out ❤️

Worth The Wait

As an actor, Chris Evans is used to women fawning over him and pretty much throwing themselves his way. He’s got the ladies right where he wants them. He’s no heartbreaker, not intentionally anyway but he has been around the block a couple times.

When it comes to you on the other hand, your the polar opposite. You’ve only had one serious relationship. Sure guys ask you out or slide into your DM’s but you pay them no mind. You prefer to focus on your career. 

You’re currently on track to release some new music. You’re also preparing to start shooting scenes for a new movie in the next couple of months. A romance movie. As soon as you got the part you found out about who would be your love interest. It’s Chris Evans.

As an actress and a woman in the industry, you obviously know who he is, you don’t live under a rock. He’s been in lots of movies that you’ve seen. He’s also very handsome, you can’t deny that. But you won’t be the one to fall at his feet. That isn’t your style. You prefer the subtle approach.

Tonight is the first time that you’re attending the Oscars and to say that you’re nervous would be the understatement of the century. It’s a day in the hairdressers chair with a makeup artist in the afternoon and a nail tech too. Your dress is at your house, hung up on the rack ready to put on last minute.

“So what are we going for today?” your hairdresser asks, you show her some images and she gets to work on what you requested. It has to be perfect. You have to make a good impression.

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4:30pm

Makeup done, nails done, hair done. Time for the finishing touch, your dress.

Your car pulls up to your house, ready to take you there, the nerves are flooding your body but you have your best guy friend with you, Jason. He’s your date tonight.

“Calm yourself, you’ll be fine” he’s always reassuring you whenever your anxiety hits full force.

“I just don’t know what to expect” he rests his hands over yours before handing you a glass of champagne. 

“Get this down you, it’ll help” you can’t help but giggle, taking the glass and drinking all of the contents in it. 

Whether you’re ready or not for the red carpet, you’re here. No turning back.

As you step out, your friend helps you. You’re wearing a full length red dress with black heels. You’re bombarded with flashes and shouting. Photographers calling for you to look their way. 

You walk onto the carpet, posing with your friend when you stop for the cameras. He wraps his arm around you and you smile as he whispers in your ear about all the camera men getting excited thinking that you two are a couple. He already knows the questions that you’re going to be asked. 

‘Is he your boyfriend?’

‘How long have you been together?’

You have the perfect response ready if that happens. He steps out of your way briefly so you can get some solo pics taken, this isn’t actually that bad. Posing for the cameras that is. It’s quite annoying with everyone shouting at you to look at them but aside from that, you’re enjoying it.

As you walk further up the carpet you hear everyone screaming “CHRIS OVER HERE” 

It’s Chris Evans. The leading man for your new movie. He looks good. More than good. He’s hot. But you won’t let that show. 

Chris pulls Scott back to him when they finish taking solo pictures. Ready to take more with them two together. Scott starts laughing at something the photographers say before noticing Chris not paying attention.

“Earth to Chris” he snaps his fingers in his face, following his eye line, that’s when he discovers what’s got his brother so distracted, or should he say who.

You’re stood there, laughing your head off with a guy, your smile is the type of smile that has everyone around smiling along with you. 

It’s infectious, just like your laugh. You look absolutely gorgeous. 

He knows exactly who you are, he’s heard your music and the movies you’ve done. He also knows that you’re playing his love interest for his new upcoming movie. Now he’s seen you in person he can tell he’ll have no trouble with intimate scenes. 

He watches you until he feels Scott tugging at his arm and just before he looks away, you look up, your eyes meet. For a split second. 

And in that second, he feels something. A crush developing. It sounds crazy, he doesn’t even know you but he feels some type of way.

Your eyes meet his blue ones, only for a second but it has your heart beating fast. He really is beautiful. You’re looking forward to working with him. 

All of the celebrities make their way into the building ready for the event to start, you’re guided to your table.

You’re sitting with the man himself. It’s like there’s a god up there plotting all of this, forcing you together. You can’t complain though. 

“So, you’re Y/N then?” he pipes up, rubbing his hands together before lifting a glass to his pink lips, they look so soft. You wonder what it would be like to kiss them. But remember, you need to keep it subtle.

“Yeah, i heard i’ll be working with you soon” he nods his head “Indeed, i look forward to it” Scott and your date look back and forth between the two of you, the chemistry is painfully obvious between you and Chris. 

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Since both of your plus ones have left to go to the toilet, he moves over to sit next to you. Not caring about how it looks to everyone around.

“How long have you and Jason been together?” you can’t help but giggle, you knew people would assume things.

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my best friend. I’m single by the way if that’s what you were trying to find out” he sighs at his failed attempt.

He can’t believe that you just sassed him. It makes him like you more. He’s intrigued, he wants to find out more. Whether that’s going to be possible in this setting is the one question on his mind. That and the question of asking you for your number before the others come back.

“Listen, i don’t usually do this but since we’re going to be working together anyways. I just wondered if maybe i could get your number. We can try and find time to hang out, get to know each other a bit better before shooting starts” you bite back the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth, giving him your best poker face.

“I mean, i suppose that could be handy. Sure” your voice normal, your facial expressions are dead serious as you type your number into his iPhone. 

He grins as he moves back to his seat and minutes later Scott and Jason return. They both take their seats and the show resumes. Cameras are rolling so you try your best to look good in case you’re caught in the footage, checking yourself out in your pocket mirror quickly.

This night is going really well so far. 

You like Chris of course you do, he’s handsome, charming and polite. But as much as you’re looking forward to kissing him and getting close you have to admit that he’s not your usual type. You also have your reservations about ever going there with him if he tried it.

You don’t date co stars, not whilst you’re filming with them anyways. It’s unprofessional, a rule you’ve not broken so far but will he make it difficult for you? That’s another thing entirely.

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It’s a Wednesday afternoon and you’re chilling at home today. Shooting for your movie starts next weekend and you’re taking all the time you can to work on some new music and take some much needed pamper time.

You sit there in your studio, writing lyrics and figuring out a beat when you hear your phone ringing. There’s a huge pile of sheet music in the way, you start moving it to find your phone sat there. Chris’s name on the screen.

“Hello” you greet

“Well hello to you too, someone sounds very happy to hear from me” he chuckles, making your heart flutter. 

“Oh, can’t you tell, i’m jumping up and down from all the excitement” he can’t hold back his laughter, trying to stop it so he can actually speak.

“What are you up to today?”

“Currently, i’m song writing. Yourself?” he hums in response “not a lot, i was wondering if you wanted to try and hang out? Get to know each other, shooting starts next weekend and i barely know who i’m going to be kissing” he’s cheeky and very flirtatious, you gotta give him his props. He knows how to woo the ladies. But you’re not buying any of this. He probably does this with all of this leading ladies.

As much as you want to swoon and give in, you have to stay professional and protect your heart. He’s dangerously handsome, the dream personality that every girl wants a guy to have. He’s perfect but you could get hurt if you step over that line.

You decline his invite, making an excuse about getting this song done. He sounds quite sad as he hears your rejection. 

“Well, i guess i’ll leave you to it then. Maybe we can do it another time” you agree, hanging up the phone.

You feel silly for declining his invite. But you have stuff to do, you also know that if you start hanging out, you’ll catch feelings. 

Little do you know, catching feelings for one Chris Evans is inevitable. It’ll sneak up on you.

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“Chris and Y/N to set please” the director shouts, summoning the two of you. It’s your first scene with him. He spots you and smiles as you get closer.

“Oh if it isn’t miss unavailable” he mocks, you shove him playfully “Or maybe i was just trying to shake you off” he rolls his eyes. You both check over the script before the cameras start rolling.

Your character is sat in a cafe when his character strolls in with his friends. He looks around when his eyes fall on you. You’re sat there reading a book, sipping at your coffee when you hear them all making a bunch of loud noises. 

You look up and your eyes meet and in this moment, it doesn’t even feel like acting. It feels real. 

“You guys go ahead, i’ll catch up” he practically rushes his friends out of the door before sitting across from you.

“Wait, people actually read nowadays?” you scoff at his attempt to be funny, finishing up your drink and packing your stuff away. 

Just like in real life, he can’t catch a break with you. You aren’t giving him the time of day.

“I didn’t mean to offend you” you roll your eyes, turning back to him. 

“If you think some comment about books is going to offend me then let me just say that you’ll have to work a lot harder” you storm out of the building, away from him. 

The director yells cut. You head over to him for some feedback. He seems very happy with how the scene worked out. He gives a couple of tips for the next scene. He wants your character to bump into Chris’s character at work, leading him to mock you and get cocky about you stalking him.

You take a couple of sips from your water bottle before continuing. Shooting the next scenes. He keeps messing up, causing you to be there longer. Shooting the same one over and over. Next take he gets it, you don’t mess up once. You feel quite smug about it. He’s the professional, you’re the amateur and he’s the one messing up his lines. How ironic.

It’s time for a break, you head back to your trailer, sitting down and flicking through your phone. You hear a knock on your door. “Come in” you call out, he enters. 

“Following me around i see” you giggle

“Nice sarcasm. Very funny. Have i done something wrong?” you furrow your brows in confusion. 

“No, why?” maybe your stand offish attitude and poker face expression has clearly been too good.

“You just seem really off with me. Rejecting any invitation i made to hang out last week. Rushing off set when they called for a break. Seems like you don’t want to be around me” you shrug him off.

“There’s no issue, i didn’t mean to give that impression. It might just be my nerves. I’m sorry” you feel awful. You never intended to take your professionalism too far. Clearly you’ve come across as a stuck up bitch. Like you’re too good for him, that’s not the case.

“It’s cool. Look if it helps with the nerves, i was the same when it came to Captain America. I almost turned the role down and missed out on it because of my anxiety. But you just gotta take a deep breath and remind yourself that you’re here because you’re talented and clearly the best woman for the role” 

You feel taken back by him. He’s really down to earth. A quality you didn’t expect to be real in him. You’ve seen interviews and heard lovely things about him before but a lot of celebrities have a way of acting one way in public and another behind closed doors.

That very clearly isn’t the case for him. He’s real. Genuine and very soft in person. 

The fact that he took the time to come and see if you were okay and to squash any tensions. He didn’t have to but he did. It’s nice and endearing to see.

“Thank you, honestly i appreciate it. I’m just a bit off my game. I’ve not done much in terms of movie roles and this is only my 3rd role so i’m trying to get better with nerves” he flashes you a reassuring smile before standing up.

“I’m going to get some snacks, you coming?” you throw your phone in your bag and head out with him, accepting his offer this time.

“So what music are you working on?” he asks, shoving some fruit into his mouth.

“Just music, i don’t want to give too much away and risk boring you with the details” he waves it off “you could never be boring” your cheeks heat up but you continue to eat to ignore it.

“Seriously, you can’t just sing me something?” he begs, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. 

“Guess you’ll have to wait for that Evans”

“What’s your deal anyways?” you ask as you finish up with your food and head back to set. 

“What do you mean?” you shrug “your relationship status duh. I mean i think i’ve shared a lot with you today. It’s your turn” he nods “I’m single unfortunately. 39 and still single, quite pathetic i know” you stop walking, turning to him.

“Dude, snap. You’re not pathetic don’t worry. I feel the same occasionally being 28 and still single when all my friends have kids and are married but it happens. Love works in mysterious ways. It’ll happen when it’s supposed to” 

It’s true. As much as you feel lonely, you know things will fall into place soon. So you try not to stress to much.

You get back to set and continue with filming. It’s gonna be a long day.

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You make your way back to the trailer, preparing to get some sleep but you feel your phone buzz when you pull the covers over you. 

‘I can’t sleep, fancy watching a movie?’ 

This screams trouble. You already spent some time with him off set today. 

Fuck it.

‘Sure, come over?’ 

You don’t get a response but a knock at the door distracts you.

“You brought snacks” you chirp, spying the chocolate in his hands. He walks in, kicking his shoes off and making his way to the bedroom area. 

“Someone’s making themselves at home” he grabs the remote, flicking through your Netflix that you set up on the tv. 

“How about a horror” you suggest, he agrees and clicks on IT. 

You both sit there, chatting whilst barely watching it. 

He tells you about his dog Dodger, showing you pictures and videos of his cute pup. 

“I just want to cuddle him, he’s the cutest” you coo as you urge for him to show you another. You move closer to him, a bit too close as you watch. 

Once the video finishes you look at him, realising that your face is inches away from his. You instantly back away. Almost as if his presence gives you an electric shock. 

“Longest relationship” way to change the subject.

“6 years” you respond, the memories of it all come back. He motions for you to elaborate.

“The relationship wasn’t all bad. It was good for the first year or two. Then it just got boring, we both stayed because we got comfortable. Relaxed. I guess It was easy to be with someone who despite me not loving him, we both knew one another inside out and there was no need to make too much effort. Eventually we both realised that it had to end. There was no hard feelings, we’re still friends. He’s married now with a son” 

You feel a little sad that he managed to find his soul mate, his person. the woman he truly loves. And yet you’re stuck in this rut. 

“How about you?” you change the subject before he can comment on how bothered you look.

“5 years, it wasn’t a bad break up either just didn’t work out i guess. It happens and now here i am. Single too. Just going about my life. Wondering if i’ll ever marry and have kids” he chuckles, you can see the embarrassment in his face. The way he’s looking down to avoid your eyes. 

He feels a sense of sadness too. He wants a family, this isn’t new information. You’ve seen the interviews. He’s always said he wants a big family. But he’s still alone and no closer to achieving that.

The more you talk to him, the more you like him. He’s so genuine and sweet. He’s got a heart of gold, you can see it so easily. Not a bad or mean bone in his body. 

Why on earth is he single?

He’s the dream boyfriend, the guy that pretty much most girls want. He’s sensitive, romantic and sexy. 

This will forever be a mystery after tonight. You feel like you know each other inside and out now.

It’s nice.

As time ticks by, it’s getting later. It’s now midnight and you’re focusing on the movie, you turn to make a joke about one of the scenes but he’s fast asleep next to you. You throw some of the duvet over him before lying down yourself and turning the tv off. 

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The sunlight almost blinds you, forcing you awake. You desperately reach to shut the blinds but a voice stops you dead in your tracks.

“Wakey wakey” It’s Chris.

“We’re needed on set in half an hour. So get up sleepy head” he teases, throwing a pillow at you. You jump up out of bed, chasing him with said pillow. Ready to throw it back to him.

“Oh you are a grumpy one in the mornings. I shoulda known” you can’t even be mad, he’s so positive and smiley. You just toss the pillow to the ground and head to shower.

You step out to find him in the lounge area, coffee cups in his hands. He hands you one. 

You check the time to see you have 15 minutes left to get ready. You waste no time in downing your coffee and rushing to change before heading out with him to hair and makeup. 

The women both get to work on the two of you. Chris starts cracking jokes and playing music to lighten everyones mood. It works.

You only have two scenes today before you’re free to do whatever you want. Chris however has 4 scenes.

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You finish the final one, you messed up a couple times but it’s all good. It was just a mixture of nerves and not remembering lines. You soon perfected it though.

A smell of bacon and fresh fruit fills your nose. Food time. You head into the kitchen to grab some and halfway through, Chris joins. He plonks himself down on the bench opposite you, a huge grin plastering his face.

“What do you want?” your voice laced with suspicion “nothing just wanted to eat my lunch with my new best friend” you giggle, stuffing pineapple in your mouth and starting a conversation with him about politics.

He’s really into his politics and you figured you should get into it too. You should really start paying attention and taking an interest in what’s happening around you.

He gets onto the topic of his new project A Starting Point. Telling you all about it and everything he has planned for it. It’s refreshing to hear. A guy that’s sexy, smart, sensitive and romantic. He really is the full package. 

If Chris is being honest with himself, he has a huge urge to kiss you right now. The way you’re taking an interest in his new project, asking him questions and really making an effort. It’s a turn on for him for sure. A huge one. It’s obvious that he’s attracted to you, everyone can see it. Everyone but you that is.

You’re not showing any signs of reciprocating the same feelings or even that you’ve noticed how he feels. But that’s what makes him like you more. You’re so chill around him. You treat him like a normal person not a celebrity. You want to know normal things rather than about his career as an actor.

“I can’t believe you saw me in the morning, i must have looked rough” you laugh, covering your face with your hands.

“You could never look rough so shush. You looked cute” you feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment. You can’t help but feel shy.

He’s saying all the right things. 

This crush is going to be the death of you.

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Filming has flown by. You’re on your last two days and you feel emotional. The only scenes that are left are the intimate ones. The sex scenes. It’s daunting to film but you have to face it head on.

Your crush on Chris and his crush on you has really developed. You’ve spent weeks flirting non stop but nothing much has come of it. Just that you’ve gotten closer. It’s friendship only as far as you both know. Neither one of you have admitted these secret feelings. Both of you unaware of the other feeling the same.

You walk onto set ready to face this scene head on. He flashes you a reassuring smile as you start the scene at the directors call. 

“Can you ever forgive me” 

“I don’t know” 

“What if i was extra nice from now on” 

He stalks closer to you, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

He lowers his head down, kissing at your sweet spot, biting too. A soft moan escapes your lips and he stops. He lifts his head, his eyes meet yours and a smile grows on both of your faces. 

The director yells cut and you both have a quick drink before resuming.

No direct kissing happens yet, just some teasing neck kisses and flirtatious comments.

Once the day draws to a close you head back to your trailer, not realising that Chris is hot on your heels.

You shut your trailer door but it opens again. He rushes in like there’s an emergency. 

“You okay?”

“I’m good, i just wanted to talk to you about the scenes that we’re doing tomorrow” 

You gesture for him to take a seat, you sit down beside him, letting him talk.

“They are quite intimate and raunchy should i say, i just want to make sure that you’re comfortable with doing that with me” 

This is cute. He cares to check that you’re comfortable.

You reassure him that you are.

“Chris it’s fine. Thank you though, i appreciate this. But i’ll have no trouble doing those scenes with you” your eyes widen. Way to put your foot in it.

His eyes meet yours, a questioning look on his face but you find a way to change the subject.

You escaped that one by the skin of your teeth. He’s bound to bring it up again.

Hopefully he doesn’t.

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Final day of filming has just begun. The scenes are seconds away from starting. 

Your character and Chris’s character are sitting on a couch. The energy right now has your pussy quite literally throbbing. He smells so good and he looks even better.

“You know the effect you have on me right” he says, barely above a whisper. 

“Why don’t you prove it” 

He picks you up, pulling you onto him to straddle his lap. His hands rest on your waist before gliding to grip your ass. 

Another moment where you don’t think this is going to be acting for you.

This is all you’ve wanted since you met the guy.

“You sure?” you nod your head in response to his question before he crashes his lips to yours. You can see fireworks.

It’s passionate, all consuming and he’s quite literally taking your breath away.

You continue to make out, moving positions so he’s standing up, carrying you. He leads you to the bed in the same room. As he lays you down, he breaks from the kiss, looking at you like he’s looking into your soul. 

The director yells cut and you both pause to get feedback before continuing. The heat between the two of you is evidently clear. It’s not acting. It’s real. It’s like all of the flirting and sexual tension has built up and is finally coming out in this scene. At least the chemistry will be believable to the viewers.

Once you finish the scene. It’s a wrap.

You’re relieved. The last couple months has been pure torture. Acting with him. Fighting urges and temptations. 

Everyone claps as you all hug.

You have one more night in the trailer before heading home tomorrow.

It’s not a boring night though, you’re too distracted over that kiss earlier to care about being in complete darkness.

You fall asleep shortly after, eager to get back to L.A.

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It’s home time and you bend down trying to shut your suitcase. A couple of groans and sex like sounds escape your mouth.

“Knock knock. Oh shit” he chuckles, stepping inside to find you bent over, packing.

You stand upright, turning immediately.

“Sorry did i interrupt something?” he holds his hands up “not at all. Just this suitcase testing my patience” he walks over kneeling down to help. 

“Sit on it for me” he instructs, you listen, sitting down.

He starts pulling at the zip and it budges slightly but not properly. He pulls harder and as he’s leaning back he bumps into you, knocking you backwards and onto the floor. You burst into a fit of laughter. He kneels down next to you to help you.

You’re a ball on the floor, laughing and snorting as you try to get up, you fail and probably look ugly but to him you’re beautiful. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, bringing you back down to earth. You sit up and eventually zip your suitcase up. 

You turn to walk away but he pulls you back to him.

Chest to chest. Eyes locked on his. His breath fans your face. He smells incredible.

“I um, should probably get going. My ride is here” you gulp. His hand rests on your waist before his grip loosens. 

His time is up.

“If you ever want to hang out though, we don’t live far from each other. It won’t be hard to keep in touch” he starts but you finish it “sure, i’d like that” and with that, you leave him standing there alone.

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You’ve been back in L.A for a week now, still no text from him. It is what it is though, he doesn’t owe it to you.

The day goes quickly. You lounge around the house all day, bored with nothing to do. That’s when your phone buzzes.

‘Fancy hanging out? I’m going out of my mind here’

‘Sure’

He offers to pick you up, to hang out at his place. He can’t leave his dog alone. You give him your address and wait for him to arrive, setting your alarms and running out to meet him. He had a lot of security to get past just to get to your house. Luckily with him being famous too, he has the same precautions in place. 

You get into the his car and head back to his place. The chat on the way is mostly about what you’ve both been up to and turns out you’re both massive introverts and have done sweet fuck all.

It doesn’t take long to reach his place. Just as he pulls into his garage he warns you about Dodger.

“Just so you know, he’ll be hyper. I’ve not had anyone over in a while. Especially a woman” you shake it off and the second you step foot into his house Dodger comes running, jumping up and tackling you until you fall to the floor.

You don’t care though, you love dogs. And Dodger is just the cutest ever.

He licks your face and you pet him, settling him.

“Dodge, come on boo boo” he whistles and the excited pup sits, wagging his tail.

“He’s all good don’t worry. I had dogs growing up. I’m used to it” he leads you to the kitchen, offering you a drink to which you decline. 

You start wondering through his house, not realising that he’s following closely behind. 

“You’ve got such a nice house you know”

“I tried with the decor but had to call Scott in for help”

“It’s nice th-”

“I’m sorry i can’t do this” he let’s out a deep breath.

“Do what?”

You get closer and he crashes his lips to yours.

You kiss him back, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely. His hands fall to your ass again.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, nudging you to part them and make way for him. You happily oblige. The kiss soon gets heated. He taps the back of your thighs. You jump and he starts walking, carrying you to what looks like his bedroom. He lays you down onto the bed.

You break away, panting.

“That was so worth the long wait. God i’ve wa-”

You pull him down by the collars of his shirt, connecting your lips back to his. His hands lift your shirt off before removing his own. Your hands fiddle with his belt buckle, rushing to get him naked. He spots your need, standing up to help you out. 

As he does, you rid yourself of your clothes, laying there in nothing but your panties.

He looks down, examining you. In complete awe of the sight.

“Please” you beg, he slides your panties off.

He knows what you want, he doesn’t have to even guess.

This is just what you wanted. From day one. 

All the sexual tension is coming out to play. He slides a condom down his hard length, sliding into you straight away.

Your pussy stretches around him, making room.

He’s the biggest you’ve ever had that’s for certain.

“Feel good?” he asks, you hum, wrapping your legs around him.

“You’re so tight baby” he grunts, picking his pace up slightly. You pull him down and kiss him before breaking away and propping yourself up on your elbows, watching as his cock disappears inside of you.

It feels so amazing. You don’t ever want it to end.

“God, just like that. Fuck” you bite at your bottom lip, your eyes locked on his as he fucks you. He kisses your leg as he holds them up.

Soon enough, as you’re getting used to the mind blowing pleasure, he switches things up.

He flips the two of you over so you’re straddling him. 

You start bouncing up and down, grinding as he bottoms out. He pulls you down so he can take matters into his own hands. 

His pace picks up again, getting quicker than before. 

“Shit” you groan, head falling into the crook of his neck.

“Come on baby, cum for me” he encourages, whispering naughty things to you as he holds your body like it was made just for him. 

“Oh god Chris” your pussy starts to throb, your walls flutter around him. You’re falling over that edge, that sweet release consuming you.

“Just like that baby. I’m right behind you”  and with that. He twitches and groans. His mouth falls open as he reaches his. 

He looks so sexy like this. You’re both naked and vulnerable.

This isn’t like any sex that you’ve had before. This was romantic and intimate. It was sexy and nasty too at some parts. It was perfect.

“You know, i’ve wanted to do that since that night at the Oscars” you chuckle, agreeing with him.

“Me too. I’m glad we didn’t though. Clearly all of that build up helped us act better” you both burst into laughter. You’re not wrong.

You don’t know where this leaves you but for now you just want to live in the moment.

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haircut / bolin x reader, soulmate au

summary: Your trip to Republic City doesn't turn out as expected, and you and your roommates find yourselves in the middle of Kuvira's attack. Three short vignettes of backstory, all wrapped up with an impromptu haircut and a sweet introduction.

a/n: oh my lord :) this was so challenging and fun to write! the only ideas i seem to ever have are also the ones i don't know how to approach, so writing this was a doozy. i’ve never written any AUs but soulmate aus have always been a personal fave. i hope that yall enjoy this one as much as i do, its less bolin-centric and takes a bit of patience, but i think it's very sweet! thank you for all your support on my previous works as well, it means a whole lot to me <3 additionally, i now have 100+ followers on this blog! thank you so much, yall :) love u all, stay safe!

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On your 18th birthday, you got your mark. You woke up eager, jumping out of bed and stripping your sleeping clothes off to see where it had appeared. At first, you panicked— it was nowhere to be seen, rubbing your hands along the backs of your legs and arms, hoping the friction would urge it to surface. After what had felt like hours of checking in every corner of your body in the mirror, you gave up and wrapped yourself in a blanket, walking out of your bedroom in search of your mother.

With tears in your eyes, you hugged your mom as she wished you a happy birthday, taking a deep breath and engulfing yourself in her calming scent. Upon seeing you crying, her face washed over with concern as she asked you if you’d found your mark yet. You talked through your doubts, suggesting that you might not even have a soulmate, and that no mark was ever supposed to appear, and that it just wasn’t meant to be.

“Y/n, don’t be foolish,” she reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze, “let’s check together.”

You pulled the blanket up and turned your ankles, checking on the soles of your feet, your toes. You huffed, pulling it up around your thighs and spinning unenthusiastically for her to check the backs of them. You dropped the blanket down, reaching up to slip it down off your arms.

You exposed your shoulders, your mother lifting your arms to check your armpits, in between your fingers, along your collarbone. She spun you around with her hands, checking the skin on your back. She pushed the hair on your neck forward and placed a finger on the nape of your neck, chuckling.

“Looks like we’re going to have to plan a trip to the earth kingdom sometime soon.”

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You hadn’t left the Northern Water Tribe for your entire life until you turned 20. Living with a few childhood friends in a shared apartment, you all dreamed of one day traveling to Republic City and living it up for a couple days, Republic style. The spirits had just arrived in the City, and you all wanted to see them before the government did something to rid them, having heard great stories of large vines and friendly spirits speckled along the bustling streets.

You heard good reviews about Varrick Industries’ blimp flights from the Northern Water Tribe to Republic City, but the technology was just a bit too new (and therefore expensive), and a local fisherman offered to give you all a ride on his boat in exchange for a bit of work during the trip. You had known the fisherman to be a little unhinged, but you didn’t complain.

The four of you planned on staying at an inn not too far from the pro-bending arena, which was a huge deal, since all of you listened to pro-bending matches on the radio together religiously. Every Friday night was an event, where you helped your roommate, Tonauk, cook a large meal for everyone as a celebration of the week’s end. As all of you sat down for dinner, you would discuss your theories for the night’s matches, turning the radio on after you all had finished.

You all had to go out and buy new clothes since your wardrobes were too warm for the weather in the city, modifying a couple items of clothing you never wear, chopping off the sleeves on a lightweight tunic. You figured you could do a bit of shopping while on your vacation, but hey, things were probably cheaper here, anyway. You packed up your bags and wished to have a safe journey, and a nice, relaxing week in Republic City. It felt so strange leaving the one place you’ve been your entire life, but it felt like it was time, and you were ready.

.

To put it shortly, the trip to Republic City was an absolute disaster. The boat ride over was actually pretty bearable, though— the fisherman had the four of you working the sails most of the time, which was second nature to you, the child of a fisherman. Upon your arrival, you discovered that an angry spirit occupied the room you had reserved at the inn, forcing the four of you to opt for a cramped two-bed on the first floor. It wasn’t the best of circumstances, but you all were determined to see it through and still have a good time.

Where things really went south was when Kuvira arrived. It had been about three days into your vacation, and your roommate Niko insisted on taking a ferry trip to Air Temple Island. It was a gorgeous day and the sun felt so good on your skin, the breeze caressing your face as it flowed past you.

The four of you were absolutely clueless to what was happening in the city— the looks of concern on the Air Acolytes’ faces as you leisurely strolled through on your tour of the island, the crowds of people boarding boats in droves when you arrived back at the ferry. As you walked towards the dock, an Acolyte approached your group and told you to leave immediately, and that the city was being evacuated.

The ferry ride back to the port was probably the most stressed you’d ever been in your entire life. You and Tonauk were waterbenders, but Niko and Kala weren’t, and if they got caught up in some twisted Kuvira shit, you would never forgive yourself if you weren’t able to save them. How should we have known Kuvira was here? How were we supposed to know that “Oh, Kuvira’s coming, so let’s all silently up and leave”? It didn’t make sense, and now you were really in danger, and you felt the horrible weight of putting your friends in this situation. It was your idea to go to Republic City, but you hadn’t thought about the possibility of this happening.

That was when you had heard Niko curse something under his breath next to you, and you looked out across the water. Kuvira was here, alright— and she brought a giant mecha suit that was aiming its arm in front of itself. You covered your ears as the blast that erupted from it echoed across the water. Holy shit.

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You were absolutely sure that you were going to die. Since the buses and trams across the city had closed down, the four of you were on foot, making your way to the train station. You all crouched and sheltered yourselves as you heard another blast close by. When the coast was clear, you all turned a corner, happening upon a stressed, scrambled group of airbenders. You hurried to offer a hand to them as they picked themselves off the ground.  It took a while to realize what was all happening in front of you. You saw that you were about 200 feet from the giant mecha suit, which you had assumed caused the airbenders to crash. Holy shit, is that the avatar?

“Excuse me? You’re not supposed to be here.” A stern voice chided from behind you.

“Yeah, what’re some civilians doing around here anyway?” You turned to look at who was speaking: two men, both eyeing your group up as you helped an airbender to their feet.

“We were making our way to the train station. We didn’t know there was an evacuation.” Tonauk defended, stepping forward.

“You didn’t know?” The green eyed one looked at Tonauk in disbelief. “We’ve been evacuating for days— There was a city-wide radio broadcast… that played aloud to the entire city.”

You recalled that you were on a day trip out to a park outside the city yesterday and probably completely missed the broadcast. “Ugh!” you exclaimed, “That’s why our ferry tickets were so cheap.”

“People will really do anything for money nowadays, huh?” Niko muttered.

“You guys went on a ferry?” the taller of the two questioned, disappointment spread across his face.

“Oh, my god,” the green-eyed one chuckled. “They went to Air Temple Island and didn’t know there was a city-wide evacuation? Like, we’re straight up under attack right now.” He gestured to the mecha suit, which had just blasted a building a block away. Kala scoffed.

“Guys?” Oh my god, it really was the Avatar! “We’d love to get to know you, but we uh, have something that we really have to deal with right now,” she forced a smile, gesturing for the two boys to join her. They turned and ran to the rest of their group, circling up to strategize.

Before you could mutter something about how some people in this city are just so impolite, the building next to you started crumbling. Tonauk attempted to shelter the four of you by drawing water up from the sewer cap nearest you, but there wasn’t enough to provide good cover. That was when you were knocked out momentarily by a few bricks that had fallen, coming to seconds later and realizing that you were stuck underneath a pile of rubble. Your hair, grown long for many years despite your mother’s wishes, was now trapped underneath some kind of machinery that had fallen from the building. Your face was stuck against the rubble beneath you. Your arms were free enough to pull the rest of your body from the bricks that held it down, but your head would not budge, your cheek pressed against some kind of electrical unit.

“Hold still!” the green-eyed boy’s voice echoed in your ears as he attempted at moving the weight on top of your hair. “Dammit, I can’t move it! Why do they make these things out of platinum?” he groaned.

“Just cut it off!” you managed to squeak out.

“If you say so,” he began, reaching in his pocket to pull out a foldable knife. You craned your neck to pull your hair taut. With one short swoosh, your head was free, but the man above you didn’t move. “I, uh…” he trailed off.

“What is it?” you picked yourself up, scanning the scene around you, relieved to see that your friends had survived.

A blush spread across his face as he reached an arm up to rest behind his head. Or, was he...? You reached up to press the earth emblem on the back of your neck, now exposed from your new haircut. “Oh my god, turn around.” you ordered him, as he turned, folding his popped collar down. You gasped to yourself as you saw that the water emblem was printed across the nape of his neck. “I, uh…” you echoed him.

“Really need to… get going?” he finished for you, “But I’m really confused, so like, if we both make it out of this alive, my friend Varrick is having a wedding, and you should come.” he turned around and his eyes sparkled, reaching out his hand to give yours a shake. “I’m Bolin. And you are?”

“Y/n,” you exhaled, giving his hand a squeeze. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” he glanced over at his group. “Okay, gotta go. Not sure where the wedding is, but come to Air Temple Island if all else fails. See you then!” Bolin gave you a reassuring smile before running off.

You looked behind you, at your friends, who were now staring at you dumbfounded. “Nice haircut.” Kala gave you a thumbs up as you walked back towards them. Bolin and the others ran off down the street, towards the mecha suit.

“So… he’s like, your…?” Niko suggested.

“I… don’t know,” you stuttered, straightening out your tunic. “but I do know that we have a wedding to go to, so let’s get the hell out of here.”

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@starbucks-redcups Here is the “Toad in Tabletop Games I Like” post you requested! Also tagging @toadlingscentral and @brotherhoodofm and @awkward-snake-girl because Toad... @acaprioglino, you still like Toad? Okay, so I said I would pick a vampire clan or a werewolf/other wereanimal breed, or a DnD race class...but for Toad I am doing ALL of them because I immediately knew which I think he’d be for each. For a vampire, he is absolutely a Nosferatu. In the “Vampire: The Masquerade” setting, each clan of vampires has a curse, a weakness. For the Brujah, they enter Frenzy (a state of uncontrollable bloodthirsty rage) twice as easily as other clans. For the Lasombra, they do not appear in mirrors or photography, a fitting punishment for their pride, and more of a problem than it used to be in this modern age of cameras everywhere. For the Toreador, their same of beauty that makes them artists can also hypnotize them, making them stand still staring enraptured at whatever has captured their aesthetic appreciation...a big problem if the sun comes up or someone is attacking them. And Nosferatu....the poor Nosferatu are all so hideously deformed that they cannot ever mingle with humans, they must remain hidden so as to preserve the Masquerade (the system that keeps humans from knowing vampires exist and walk among them)  No matter what a Nosferatu looked like before their Embrace (becoming a vampire) they become horrible in death, often unrecognizable as their former selves. Many look like Count Orlok in the movie that bears their clan name, but many others have a more “individual” appearence---all of them, however, are too hideous to ever pass as human, and even the other clans look at them with revulsion (especially the beauty-obsessed Toreador) So, like Toad, they’re outcasts for their appearance, both from humanity and often looked down on by other vampires, just like Toad is rejected both by humans and often by other mutants. Yet, just as Toad has been a valuable underling to Magneto, so too are the Nosferatu very valuable to other vampires. The fact that they have had to learn how to stay hidden has made them masters at going undetected (having the power of Obfuscate helps---it can make you invisible or ignored!) and have become spymasters and intel-gatherers without peer! When you need info, you go to the Nosferatu, and they always have it---for a price.  Toad isn’t really an information-peddler at all in canon, but he is very tech-savvy, and that’s where I think he works as a Nos. In the digital age, Nosferatu have kept up very well with using computers and the internet, and some have become truly extraordinary hackers. Toad’s more of a machinery/inventor guy, but I could see Nos!Toad taking the Internet spymaster route instead. I could also see him using his inventing talents to make modern solutions to vampire problems---helping preserve the Masquerade, dealing with hunters, etc---and earning his value to other vampires that way. Nosferatus also have the power of Animalism, letting them control critters. A lot of them seem to prefer rats, but Toad can sometimes control or communicate with amphibians in canon depending who is writing, so I imagine Nos!Toad has a bunch of little frog and toad buddies that act as his eyes, ears, and living security systems.  Finally, Nosferatu are super strong, posessing the power of Potence, and while Toad’s never been a real brawler, his kicks can definitely kill a man! Toad’s werewolf tribe would be a Bone Gnawer. Bone Gnawers are the “mutts” of werewolf society, the outcasts, the poor, the downtrodden, the ill-bred. Their human forms are often homeless bums or filthy runaways, their wolf forms look more like scrawny junkyard dogs, and other tribes look down on them, especially the aristocratic Silver Fangs. They get no respect and have to earn every scrap they get, but they’re innovative and clever since they have to rely on what little they have, and they’re tough as nails despite not being as big and strong as the other tribes. They’re tragic figures, but also smart, scrappy underdogs, just like Toad.  Toad would also be a metis. See, a peculiarity of the wereanimals in “Werewolf: The Apocalpyse” is that they can’t mate with each other, they must mate with humans or animals in order to reproduce. If two werewolves mate, their offpsring will be sterile and deformed, and this is called a metis. As a note, the term “metis” is also unfortunately the name of a real-world Indigenuous Canadian ethnic group, and while I hope there is no connection (the werewolves use a lot of their own unique language that was invented for the game---crinos, ahroun, theurge, etc.---) this game company (White Wolf) has done shitty racist things before, so like...it’s a possibility. But like, regardless of what the NAME for such a creature is, that’s what Toad would be.  Anyway, MOST werewolf tribes shun the metis, and it’s against their laws for Garou (werewolves) to mate with each other for the exact reason that it produces metis. A metis has to earn their place normally, and a lot of them spend their whole lives trying to do that. But the Bone Gnawers are different. They not only embrace their own metis, but they will adopt the metis from other tribes as their own, not blaming them for the sins of their parents or being what they are. But other tribes will still be nasty towards them. So, Toad has a place among his own people, but will still face persecution from others, which I think fits. Many metis and Bone Gnawers both often become angry and bitter because they’re fighting for the same righteous cause as other Garou (just as the Brotherhood wants to protect mutantkind, the werewolves want to protect Gaia) but get treated like dogshit, which I think also fits Toad. They keep fighting the good fight, but they’re often snarky and distrustful of others because they always expect to get kicked once they’re not useful. For a werebeast, I think he’d be a Ratkin. The Ratkin are wererats, and they’re my FAVES. Not just because I love rats, but because they’re honestly SO MUCH FUN. It’s kind of hard for me to describe if you’re not familiar with the setting, but in a world where a lot of the other creatures are all very formal and serious, the Ratkin are like...honestly, I could read their entire breedbook with Toad’s voice from the X-Men Evo cartoon and it would sound PERFECT; one of the rats in it talks about how a Stargazer tribe werewolf tried to impress him with a haiku about cherry blossosm, so the Ratkin recited half a limerick then hit the wolf on the nose with a stick and ran away. I love it, I love them.  Like the Bone Gnawers (the only werewolf tribe they get along with) they’re scrappers and survivors who live on the fringes of society, using their brains to fight for a good cause even if they’re not as big and tough as others, and even if those others don’t appreciate them.  There are different “Aspects” of Ratkin, basically different castes, and Toad would ABSOLUTELY be an engineer. Engineers use their shocking intelligence to salvage and devise ingenious devices from rubble and garbage to fight against the Wyrm and its servants (the Wyrm is like...the big bad evil spirit that all the wereanimals are fighting to save Gaia from, basically) Metis are a thing with wererats too, but the rats treat them equal, unlike werewolves. I would still have Toad be one, though, to keep his odd appearance; his rat form would probably be hairless, poor guy, and he’d probably have an unpleasant smell. As a note, Ratkin HATE humans, but the Ratkin metis will often have sympathy for humans who are downtrodden and outcast by other humans (which can make their fellow rats sneer at them)  Finally, for DnD, his class would be either a Rogue or an Artificer. A Rogue is one of the original classic DnD classes, they’re sneaky cunning thief-types who live by their wits and rely on skills and stealth and cunning and trickery instead of brute force. They pick locks and pick pockets, and I think they’d be a great fit for X-men Evolution Toad specifically. They can be very acrobatic, and are great at avoiding danger, which also fits for Toad’s leaping abilities and how he can be cowardly ( speaking of that, the Ratkin, while ultimately willing to die for Gaia if they must, would definitely always prefer to live another day if they can, rather than die a noble death if they don’t have to) So you could totally go with Toad as a Rogue, someone who has been cast out by society and thus has become a thief and a scoundrel to survive. But the Artificer, a new class, works even better when you consider Toad’s mechanical genius. Artificers, like the Ratkin Engineers, merge science with the supernatural. They’re inventors extraordinaire who unlock the magic in everyday objects, and channel arcane power with tools and tinkering! For his race, either a Grung or a Kobold. The Grung are little frog-people. They’re agile, they’re amphibious, they jump really good, and their skin secretes a substance that is harmless to them but poisonous to other creatures. By using a small amount of this poison, they can mentally enslave other creatures, and depending on the writer (Toad’s powers fluctuate around a lot due to his unstable genetic structure, as I’m sure you know)  Toad can also secrete chemicals from his tongue and fingertips that allow him to influence, manipulate, and control the minds of others to a limited extent, so there’s that similarity. Different colored grungs have different castes/roles in their society, and I think Toad would be a green or blue.  Green grungs are the tribe's warriors, hunters, and laborers, and blue grungs work as artisans and in other domestic roles. Green because, even though he’s not the bravest, he is often used as a grunt or canon fodder in fights by the Brotherhood, and blue because “artisan” could also cover being an inventor. Kobolds are little lizard-people who often serve dragons as the dragon’s minions (and Toad is usually in the minion role) and are noted for their skill at building traps and preparing ambushes, which I think Toad’s engineering skills would make him good at, plus I think he’d far prefer trapping an enemy than having to fight them. Like Toad, Kobolds are often dismissed as cowardly, foolish, and weak by others, but actually they’re clever and can be quite aggressive, as is the case with Toad too.  I hope you enjoyed this and that at least some of it was accurate/fitting!

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Let’s talk about love | l.mark

Pairings: mark lee x reader

Word count: 3.36k words

Genre: fluff // college au! (my fave)

Warnings: cursing

Summary: Though Mark Lee isn’t necessarily the most charming person on enough, he still wanted to be his first kiss to be as special. After the small encountered he had with you, he has never been so determined to love someone this hard before.

A/n: Sorry if this is messy I don’t even know what this is but enjoy...also this is not proofread as per usual

Mark was said to be quite vague as many would say.

He wasn’t one to know how to express his feelings perhaps only in certain ways that would always come out as awkward. 

Yes, he was known to be the most attractive amongst the campus and even during high school. Despite having girls and guys confessing to him, he would nicely and awkwardly turn them down because believe it or not, falling in love was one of the things he was the most scared of.

It wasn’t one of those typical scenarios where he gets heart-broken by the love of his life but it was frankly him being completely clueless about falling in love. 

He had always thought there were some kind of rule of falling in love or maybe a guide to teach him about flirting. It wasn’t his forte but the thought about falling in love intrigues him in a way. Watching his close friends having their own partners itched him even more to find himself a girl.

There’s just one thing, he completely sucks at flirting.

It would either come out as rude or just plain awkward. Till then, he would never put himself in that situation again and go on another date. Such a shame how all most of his dates ended up being his shyness as a turned off and completely bummed him out completely.

In fact, he had never kissed anyone before. There were some who he went out on a date with who tried to take his “first-kiss virginity” away, but he would always turn them down and make the situation even awkward than it was.

He wanted his first kiss to be perfect. The perfect girl, the perfect setting, everything. He wanted it to be romantic and memorable, like how all first kisses should be. It did sound like he was asking too much but he always thought he would only dream of having a perfect first kiss.

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It was his 3rd year of college and he could not wait to survive one more year here and finally finish his degree. Music was everything to him. Producing, writing, singing, rapping, that was his ACTUAL forte. He got praised a lot by teachers, friends and random students about his music. He worked a lot with his senior Taeyong who he then befriend, definitely learning a lot more about music from the older.

Consistently, Mark had a reputation for never having the write’s block issue till one day. He couldn’t thought of anything to write and ideas of producing and it was driving him crazy. Nights spent wasting his time staring at the blank piece of paper in front of him, hoping that something, just something that would come in mind.

It was one of those nights for him. The dormitory he shared with his best friend Donghyuck who was a year younger than him. Despite them being in different majors, in reality they had so much in common.

He was sat on his desk, the small table light he had lighting up the dark room as he tried to come up with at least a line of lyrics. The coffee he had by his side wasn’t doing wonders and he was definitely coming on short of it. He was indeed sleepy but the assignment was due in two weeks and he couldn’t afford to sleep now.

Deciding on whether or not he would break curfew and take a walk around campus, he eventually did and left with his jacket. Winter was coming around and he didn’t want to catch a cold to add in to his list of problems. Thank the lord that usually there weren’t any security who would check out this late of the night which then would be pointless for the university to set up a curfew.

He usually had his earphone in all the time to get inspirations but this time he didn’t. Opting in just taking a walk to clear his mind out from all the shit he had to do. It drove Mark absolutely insane having to think about his assignment and taking a little breather is something he needed.

The campus grounds was as expected, quiet. The only sound that were audible were his sneakers and the sounds of crickets. He even walked around inside one of the dark buildings thanks to the moonlight that illuminating the halls of the building. I guess this was what he just needed. He felt fresh but apparently not fresh enough to come out with a line of lyrics.

He went deeper into the building where the music rooms were located and was met with the soft tunes of the piano. His heart beat quickened as he made his way to the instrument room, where every music major kids would go to practice. 

The sounds of the piano became louder as he got closer and from the small window that the door had, he could see a figure sitting on the piano stool, their fingers brushing effortlessly against the piano tiles. He couldn’t make out who it was but he was too mesmerised but the skills the figure had and it excited him in a way.

He noticed the song as a famous piece that he heard Taeil played before and it felt different when it was played by the person playing it at the moment. He thought he would’ve gotten away without getting caught when his phone started to ring which rang throughout the hall and made the stranger abruptly stop playing. His eyes went wide as he grabbed his phone from his pocket and saw that it was Donghyuck, who probably noticed that he wasn’t In the dorms. He cursed at himself and quickly went and shut the ringer off.

You on the other hand heard the ringtone. At one point you got scared because you’ve been sneaking out like this for the whole year now and it was weird that suddenly now there was someone who’s awake like you on the campus ground.

Getting up from the seat you walked to the door and from the small window attached to the door you could see a mop of brunette hair peaking. The person must’ve tried to hide themselves.

“Who’s there?” You said loudly.

Thanks a lot Donghyuck.

He didn’t realised that his hair was showing and he was about to sprint away when he felt the door come in contact with his body, forcing him to the ground with a loud thud.

Your eyes went wide as you went to the boy’s side. 

“Oh my god I'm so sorr- wait, Mark?” Confusion was written all over your face as you studied the boy infant of you who was still grunting in pain.

Mark looked at you and his heart literally skipped a beat. It was you, Y/n, one of Donghyuck’s close friend. The both of you have seen eachother before and even had lunch together with Donghyuck once but you never exactly talked to him before, just seemingly you were good friends with the same people. It was weird how you hang out with Donghyuck all the time when Mark is around but you never talked to each other properly before. Just a few ‘’hi’s’’ and ‘’hello’s” here and there but not once a proper conversation. You weren't a music major, instead you were majoring in Chemistry so he didn’t know how you had the access to the music room without a card that was usually only held by the music major students.

It was no lie that you were attractive tho. Mark has tried so many times to talk to you before but him being the shy boy himself, could not muster up even a simple greeting which results in you initiating it first. He would curse at himself for it but you were just too pretty that he gets all nervous when you’re around.

You weren’t a music major like him, instead you were a med student but he knew from Donghyuck that you have been playing the piano since you were a kid and it just sticked around you till today. He just never heard nor knew you were good at playing the piano.

“Uhm, hello?” You waved your hand infront of him and Mark finally snapped out from his trance. 

“Uh,” He started before sitting up properly when he realised that you were quite close to him that he could see the small features on your face despite the hallway being dark. “I’m sorry, I just, uh, was walking around and heard you playing the piano and I started to watch you- WAIT not in that creepy way tho I-,” The boy continued on rambling before he was cut off by you giggling.

Ugh even her laugh sounds heavenly.

You then got up from where you were crouching and brushed the dust off from your pants. Offering a hand to him, he hesitantly held it and you helped him get up. This was your first time being so close to Mark that you didn’t realise how he was slightly taller than you making you having to tilt your head upwards a little so you could face him.

“Any reason why you’re lurking around here at this time?” You started as you made your way towards your respective dorms.

He chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets, suddenly feeling nervous over your simple question.

“I couldn’t think of anything to write and I guess I needed a little breather,” His words comes out hushed without intending for it to be.

You gently shoved him with your album and smiled up at him.

Oh fuck was he going to pass out

“Why do you look so nervous?” You said mirroring his action and shoved your hands in your pocket. “It’s just me, you don’t have to be so awkward,” You let out a small laugh to break the awkward tension.

“What are you doing awake this late?” He mustered to ask after a short silence.

You shrugged and looked ahead at the dark pathway, the lamp post illuminating the little to nothing light to guide the both of you back to the dorms.

“School just started and I'm about to lose my mind, perhaps the stress getting to me,” You whispered the last part.

Mark could relate with you in a way. Despite taking a whole different major from you, he understand the pressure of having to do the best. You didn’t exactly explain more verbally but he understood your point. You were one of the smartest students in the campus and obviously the professors and teachers are going to want you to do your best. Same goes to him, being the best producer and writer for the whole music department took a toll on him and the peer pressure of his professor wanting him to do the best stressed him out. 

“Don’t worry Y/n,” He started as you guys arrived at your dorm. “You’re the smartest person I know and you definitely will live up to your teacher’s expectations but don’t go too hard on yourself, you’ll do fine,” He continued.

He was surprised by his own words. When did he suddenly get all the confidence from?

You gave him a small smile and rubbed his forearm which sent electricity to his entire body. He could feel shivers running down his back and suddenly the temperature become a bit too warm.

What kind of effect did you have on him, he think he’s going insane.

“Thank you Mark, you’re one hell of a producer, you’ll do great,” You said and finally brought your hand to your side again. “Thanks for walking me back to my dorm,”

“No problem,” He said returning the smile.

He was about to leave when you called him.

“Hey Mark?” You called out.

He turned around and looked at you with a questioning look.

You tucked a strand of your hair behind of your ear before speaking. 

“Let’s hang out more,”

-

That night, he told Donghyuck about his encounter with you and boy was it a huge mistake.

He couldn’t stop teasing Mark about how he finally grew balls to talk to girls and it was basically a session of Donghyuck telling Mark that he was finally a man which concludes in Donghyuck getting a pillow thrown at his face.

Ever since that day you and Mark have finally talked with eachother a lot now which makes Donghyuck happy because there would be no more awkward tensions between you and Mark when the three of you hangout together or when you are with your shared group of friends. 

You and Mark have finally gotten to know new things about eachother every day and at the same time the two of you have gotten closer with eachother. It was shocking news to the rest, two finally see Mark out of his own bubble and finally having the guts to talk to others without having them to initiate the conversation first.

Mark was stunned by his own behaviour. He was always too shy to even ask for help. He didn’t know what made him like this. Ever since he had that conversation with you, his perspective towards others changed completely. He didn’t know why he was never like this with the other guys, probably it was just something you could do.

After that night too, all new kinds of ideas roamed his mind as he finally found lyrics to write and sounds to compose. He was never one to write love songs, furthermore he had never even written one before but this time, he felt like his new assignment should be a love song. Soft, pleasant with a touch of melancholy to it which earned him an A+ and a pat on the back by his professor as a sign of congratulation.

He told you the news about it and you were now ecstatic to hear his project. The second you asked to listen to it, sweat immediately started to form on his forehead and dripped down to his neck. He didn’t want you to listen to it because the song was about you. How was he suppose to tell you that the song that got him and A+ was about you? He then told you that you probably don’t want to hear it since it was a sappy love song that would make you barf. But what Mark doesn’t know was that you were a total sucker for love songs and you were now more intrigued to listen to his piece.

He told you yes you could when he should’ve said no. 

For the first time ever in his 21 year of existence, he was anxious over a person. He had many episodes of him getting anxious but never when it comes to a person. He was scared that you would be creeped out by the song when you know it was about you. 

He met up with Taeyong the day before he planned the day for you to listen to the song just for moral support. He would go to Donghyuck but he knew that Donghyuck would end up saying some unhelpful shit that would just cause him extra stress.

Thank god Taeyong was all the help he could need. 

“I don’t know what to do hyung, what if she slaps me and thinks that I'm some sort of pervert for writing a song about her, what if-,” He continued on rambling. He had a problem with rambling too much that he starts to say things that don’t make sense the slightest.

Taeyong just laughed at the kid infront of him. Taeyong has been by Mark’s side ever since he started college and obviously he knew all about the deal with Mark and the problem he has when it comes to talking to women, he too knew how severe it seemed but ever since he started talking to you, it changed him in a different way, like how he became more comfortable talking to people.

“Do you like her?” He asked the 1 million dollar question to Mark. 

Here’s the thing, he never knew about his feelings for you. All he knew was that he liked being around you and want to spend more time with you. I guess you could say that he did have crush on you.

“I do, hyung,”

-

After the pep talk he got from Taeyong, his confidence level risen up a little, emphasis the little. He was still nervous but he felt like things would go better if he just shows you the damn song. 

He opted the meet up to be at one of the recording studios in the campus that he usually goes to and reserved it just for today. He wanted everything to be perfect. He didn’t want to mess things up with you.

He was pacing around the studio, trying to get rid of his risen anxiety when he heard a knock on the door and a soft, “Mark is that you?”

Oh god this is it

He wiped his sweaty palms on the surface of his jeans and opened the door of the studio with shaky hands. 

There you were.

You were in simple clothing but you looked mesmerising. 

“H-hi, Y/n,” His voice shook.

You laughed at his nervousness as he moved to the side to let you inside. 

“I’ve told you this a million times Mark, stop being so nervous, it’s just for me,” You said before sitting down on one of the chairs infant of the computer.

How could I not be nervous when I'm here alone with you.

He took his seat next to you and started opening the draft for his song. 

“What am I supposed to expect from this song?” You asked casually, looking at the shaken boy beside you.

“Probably an awful amount of sappy lyrics,” He joked.

Clicking on the draft he then leaned back on his chair as the familiar melody of the smooth guitar riff and soft beats come together. His voice finally came out and you thought that his voice was the prettiest thing ever. It was soft, honey-like with a touch of melancholy feel towards it.

In all words, it was perfect.

You were too engrossed into the song that you didn’t realise Mark staring at you majority of the time. His mind was running wild with what your opinion was towards the song, in hopes that you liked it. You looked cute with how concentrated you looked whilst listening, makes him want to tuck the strand of hair falling on your face behind your ear but he obviously had to restrain himself for doing so.

After the whole 3 minutes, the song finally ended. You were in awe with how the song came together and to say that you were in love with the lyrics was an understatement. 

Turning to Mark, you caught him staring at you and usually he would turn back but this time he didn't. He didn’t want to cower away this time. This was his chance, the chance to make you his.

Slowly, he came closer to you till he could practically feel your breath against his lips and he finally closed the gap. He was definitely shocked when you kissed him back.

Your lips moved in-sync with his and he could taste the cherry chapstick on your lips. It was everything he wanted. This was it, this was the first kiss he dreamt of.

He pulled away once he felt himself getting out of breath and you probably were too. The both of you were panting as you looked at each other’s eyes.

“That was my first kiss,” You said in between breaths.

“That was mine too,” He said, grinning. “I like you, Y/n, I really do. You have some type of spell upon me that I’m just so addicted with you and if you can’t tell the song was about you, I want to be with you.”

Instead of replying you brought him back to a kiss.

You knew the song was about you.

[simonxriley]

"It's six o'clock in the morning, you're not having vodka."

This has been in my inbox for months now and I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer. And since you didn’t give me a pairing I did a few of my faves, I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda x Timur “Glaz” Glazkov & Alexsandr “Tachanka” Senaviev x Skylar “Phoenix” Jackson

Warnings: Light angst

Words: 3,852

Russian Translation: vrag vot tam = the enemy is here. zvezda moya = my star. Kotyonok = kitten. Moya sladost’ = My sweetness and Da = Yes. Zvyozdocka = Little Star.

Ao3.

Kapkan was roaming around Kafe Dostoyevsky placing his EDDs in the areas he suspected the White Masks to come through. The Kafe was a big place, lots of areas where they could breach in, luckily Tachanka suggested on reinforcing the reading room to protect the hostage until evac arrives.

The rest of the team agreed it would be a good place to hunker down, knowing there wasn’t that many breaching points into the room.

After Kapkan mounted one of his EDDs on a window he ran back into the room where the rest of the team was - mounting his last EDD on the door-frame entering the room diagonal off the door entering the building from the roof.  

“EDD mounted, stand clear.”

Everyone gave a nod and went back to what they were previously doing. Kapkan walked over to Tachanka who was setting up his LMG, even with his balaclava and helmet on he could sense he wasn’t happy. And he couldn’t blame him, this was the first mission he was called on since the twins were born.  

“I know you’re not happy about being here Alex.”

“No, I’m furious Maxim. I told Harry I want six months off to help Skylar with the twins before I even thought about going back to work.” He replenished the ammo on his LMG and cocked it before setting up the ballistics shield. “Marianna and Konstantin aren’t even three months old yet. I should be with my family and not here.”

Bandit, Ela, and Mira overheard them talking and tried to act like they didn’t, then again Tachanka knew how loud he can be and knew they heard him. But he didn’t care, he was angry and any White Mask that gets in his way is going to be sent to the pits of hell.

“Alex don’t worry yourself, we need your head in the game. I’m sure Skylar and the twins will be fine until you arrive home.” said Mira with a small smile on her face.

“My head is in the game Elena.” He rested his arm on his LMG and sighed. “I can be angry and still do my job fine.”

“I think he has every right to be angry over this.” interrupted Ela. “Skylar just gave birth seven weeks ago, he should be with them. Not here.”

“Thank you.”

Mira shrugged her shoulders and went back to her mirror, not saying anything else. No point in angering him some more. Bandit was placing his shock wire on the reinforced wall across from the door where Kapkan mounted his EDD, that would be the wall they would try and breech the most. But his shock wire’s would make that nearly impossible.

Tachanka pulled out his phone, flipping through the few dozens of pictures he has of the twins and Skylar. This was the one thing he hated about work, being away from the people he loves. At the same time he knew Skylar understood, but it still wasn’t fair for him to leave when the twins were so young and having limited help. All he can do is hope Skylar will be okay.

Next thing he knew his phone was vibrating in his hands with a new text from her, almost like she knew he needed her. He opened it, reading ‘Don’t worry about us moya sladost’, we’ll be fine until you get back. Also Timur stopped by to help, knowing how much this upset you. Be safe and we love you!’

Kapkan read the text over his shoulder, giving him a firm squeeze. “See, she’ll be fine. She has Timur to help her.”

“Da, she will. Hopefully you boyfriend won’t accidentally drop one of my kids.”

Kapkan snorted and shook his head, unholstered his weapon. Just in time for a breech charge to go off a floor above them.

“Vrag vot tam.” He mumbled to himself, but loud enough for Tachanka to hear as he made an annoyed groan in reply.

He left the room after that, going up to see if he could take a few out before they got to the stairs, only he was stopped when his EDD by the window on the stairwell went off a few feet away from him, making him stumble back. When he got his footing he fired at the window, hearing someone yell as they fell back down to the cold Earth.

He ran back up the stairs, just in time to see three terrorists come around the corner. And with ease he took them out. While the rest of the team handled down stairs, he went to check the rest of the upper floor.

As he cautiously made his way through the rooms he heard gunfire from below, thinking there isn’t a doubt in his mind that they came from the window and below them. They were on the first floor after all. Maybe he should’ve went back to check the window after he eliminated the three terrorists.

“Upper floor clear.” He said through the radio. “Making my way back down to you.”

“Be careful coming down those stairs, hostiles are out in the hallway.” said Tachanka.

Kapkan headed for the other staircase, it’ll be a small detour but hopefully he can surprise a few of the terrorists.

As quietly as he could, he made his way down the stairs, through the Train Museum and down the hall - spotting about two to three terrorists stacked up against the wall.

He knelt down, grabbing the C4 from his pocket and went to his radio. “Throwing C4 stand clear of the door.”

With a good throw of his wrist he tossed the C4 in the middle of all the terrorists and detonated it, killing them all. “Targets eliminated.”

Kapkan made his way back into the room, everyone looked okay, only Ela wasn’t even in the room. Then again she did like to roam so she was somewhere in the building, most likely a floor below.

He walked over to Tachanka who was by the far side door. “Looks like you’ll be seeing your family a lot sooner than expected.”

“Good! I miss them.”

“I’m sure they miss you too Alex.” Even though he was wearing his face paint and balaclava, Tachanka could still see the small smile beneath it. “I’m gonna go replenish my C4.”

He walked over to the resupply box, it didn’t hold much. A few extra magazines and C4, just to help when they get low. He grabbed another C4, putting it in his pocket and turned back around to face Tachanka - who happened to be fiddling with his weapon.

That’s when his eyes grew wide as he saw the terrorist entering the door near Tachanka where he mounted his EDD.

“Alex….”

It was too late, the EDD went off, sending Tachanka and shrapnel flying in every direction. When the worst was over and Bandit taking out the lone terrorist, they all went to go check on him.

“Shit.” mumbled Bandit

Tachanka cursed under his breath and pushed himself against the wall, looking down at his legs. There was some shrapnel stuck in his thigh and calf and his Gorka pants were pretty torn from where they hit.  

Kapkan pulled down his balaclava, completely stunned on the accident. Nothing has ever happened like this before, yet deep down he knew it would at some point. Their jobs are hectic and all it takes is one mishap to have things go haywire. Now Tachanka was injured, and will have to spend the night in the hospital once they get him patched enough to move.  

Mira came over with some medical supplies and knelt down beside him. “We’re going to have to get the shrapnel out and patch you up the best I can before we take you to the hospital.”

He took his helmet off and tossed it aside with a groan. “Just do it.”

“Alex I…”

“Don’t Maxim, just don’t.”

He nodded his head and stood up, leaving Mira to patch him up and went to check the hallway the terrorist came from. Quickly noticing the door from the rooftop was breached, he must’ve come through there. But that also made him wonder how they didn’t hear it? Unless he breached at the same time his C4 went off? A question for another day.

He walked back over to the staircase, leaning against the railing. One of his closest friends got injured because of his gadget and he felt horrible about it. The man who wanted to be with his family more, ends of getting injured. How fucking ironic and gruel. At least it wasn’t too bad, he’ll need some stitches and will probably be sore and hard to walk for a bit, but Tachanka was strong and he’ll bounce back quickly. He’ll at least get more time with his family now.

Ela was walking up the stairs, glancing over at Kapkan who was leaning over the railing. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Tachanka got injured by my EDD.”

“Damn.” She walked up the rest of the stairs and leaned against the railing beside him. “He’s not happy is he?”

“No.”

“Don’t sweat it, he knows it’s not your fault. He’s more angry over the fact he was called into work a lot sooner than he wanted. Skylar, who knows, she’ll just be happy that he’s alive.”

He hung his head, completely forgetting about Skylar. “I forgot about her, she’s going to be mad.”

“No.” Ela laughed. “She won’t be mad. You know her just as good as I do, she won’t blame you Maxim. And try not to blame yourself.”

She left after that, heading into the room where the hostage was and left Kapkan alone with his thoughts.

                                                               xXx

He fiddled with the keys to the apartment he shared with Glaz, relieved to finally be back home. Since it was early in the morning, he wasn’t sure if Glaz would be awake by now or still sleeping. Either way he was going to wash the remaining face paint off his face and have a few drinks, he earned it.

Kapkan unlocked the door and opened it, walking in to flip the switch - illuminating the kitchen and living room. Instead of going directly to the bathroom, he went for the fridge, grabbing the bottle of vodka and a glass from the cabinets, walking back over to the kitchen table, setting the glass down on it and opened the bottle, pouring himself a glass.

Pulling out a chair he took a seat and downed the first glass, pouring himself another.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

Kapkan looked up at Glaz as he walked closer to him reaching for the bottle until he saw the upset look on the hunter’s face. “What’s wrong zvezda moya?”

“Alex got injured with my EDD, he hasn’t talked to me since.” He sighed and leaned back in his seat, glancing over to the younger sniper. “I wasn’t expecting you to be home.”

Glaz pulled out a chair next to him and sat down, giving his hand a squeeze. “Skylar didn’t feel right for me to spend the night when they’re not my kids. She was grateful for my help during the day. Oh no, Maxim it wasn’t your fault.”

“It was my EDD that injured him, how is it not my fault?”

“Da, it was your EDD, but you didn’t injure him, the terrorist that walked through it did. Alex isn’t mad at you, he’s mad at the whole situation. Sky told me he was very angry when he was getting ready to leave for the mission and you can’t blame him for that, he has a family to think about now and kids he doesn’t want to miss growing up. This injury didn’t help, that’s all.”

“I know, he was angry the whole mission and him getting injured didn’t help. I’m not looking forward to being Harry when he’s out of the hospital.”

“Alex will be on a warpath afterwards, luckily he has his kotyonok to hold him back.”

They both laughed at that. Years ago Tachanka would march into Six’s office and speak his mind on matters he didn’t like or could be improved for the Spetsnaz. Then along came Skylar and the boisterous Tachanka fell smitten. Glaz and Kapkan couldn’t blame him, she was beautiful for a start, compassionate, kind, loving, has a great sense of humor and is quite sarcastic. She fit right in with the rest of them. Later came marriage and a year after that two little ones. Tachanka deserved to find love like the rest of them.

“That’s true, it’s nice to know Skylar can make him submissive in an instant.”

“Da, it is.” Glaz grabbed the bottle and capped it, then pulled Kapkan onto his feet, leading him to their room. “Now take that face paint off your face and let me help you relax.”

Kapkan gave him a firm kiss as he stripped out of his top, tossing it to the floor. “I’ll be out in a few, and get the lube this time.”

“You’re no fun.”

“You weren’t saying that before I left.” Kapkan gave him a wink and went for the bathroom.

                                                                xXx

Skylar was making her way down the hospital’s hallway towards the room Tachanka was in. She finally found a babysitter for the twins for a few hours and was dying to see him, as was he.

When she walked through the door to his room, she saw him on his gurney, looking through his phone. “I hope you’re looking at pictures of your kids and not another LMG?”

He looked up from his phone to see her walking over, a big smile spreading across his face. “Kotyonok! I’m so happy to see you!”

“I’m happy to see you too!” She sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning over to give him a kiss, then glanced over his body. “So what’s the damage?”

“About fifty stitches between both legs. My upper left thigh is the worse, Mira couldn’t take out the shrapnel because it was in too deep. That one is pretty sore and I’m limping a bit.”

“I’m just happy you’re alive moya sladost’! And that this injury wasn’t worse.”

His eyes began to convey sadness, wishing he just told Harry to fuck off and choose someone else, and look what happened.

“Me too. I’m sorry for even leaving, I should’ve just stayed home, tell Harry to find someone else. I have a family to worry about now.”

Skylar cupped his face and leaned over to place a dozen or so kisses on his face then pulled back. “You don’t need to apologize for leaving. I think we should address the real elephant in the room. Do you really want to go back to work? The way you acted before you left made me wonder if you would’ve done the same when the twins were six months old. You know I don’t mind if you retire. I just want you to be happy and if that’s staying home strictly with me and the kids, then let it happen.”

“The twins are barely three months old kotyonok, I want to relish in every single moment of them. But at the same time I want to provide for our family..”

“Moya sladost’!” Skylar interrupted. “We have enough money saved up between the both of us to live comfortably for a little while, enough to watch the twins grow into toddlers. And I think you answered my question.”

She gave him a knowing smile that made him chuckle and another quick kiss.

“Da, I did, didn’t I? I think I’m going to retire, I don’t want to be an absentee father and I don’t want to leave them fatherless either. My time in the military has come to an end.”

“Good, because I am going to need the help. Twins are a bit harder to take care of than singletons.”

His went wide for a moment and he sat up more, scrunching his face at the pain in his legs for moving too fast. “Were you okay while I was gone?”

“Hey don’t worry yourself or injure yourself more.” She shot him a look and shook her head. “I was fine, Timur helped a lot and night time trying to tandem feed was a bit tricky but I got it in the end. However Marianna did spit up on him, which was pretty funny.”

Tachanka laughed and they heard the door open to his room not a moment later, she expected to see a nurse instead it was Glaz and Kapkan. Skylar smiled over at them as they walked cover to the bed.

“Where are the little ones?” asked Kapkan.

Tachanka narrowed his brows, now realizing he never asked where the kids were or who was watching them. “Maxim has a point, where are our kids kotyonok?”

“Elias is watching them, do you want me to go get them?”

“Please!”

“Alright.” She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before standing up. “Timur you want to help me bring them?”

Glaz looked over at Kapkan to see what his reaction was, when he gave him a nod that he’ll be fine Glaz gave him a small smile and turned back to her. “I’d love too.”

“Okay.” She glanced between Kapkan and Tachanka, setting her eyes on Tachanka. “We’ll be back shortly.”

As Skylar and Glaz left the room, Kapkan went to take a seat on a chair near the bed. He didn’t know what to say or if he should even apologies, the injury wasn’t his fault he wasn’t deliberately trying to get him injured.

“I don’t blame you for what happened Maxim.” He looked over to see Tachanka staring at him, his face neutral. “It was an accident and I was angry at the whole situation, getting injured didn’t help. The military was my life and I wouldn’t have batted an eye at the mission or injury, now I have a wife and kids to think about now. They need me more than Rainbow does.”

Kapkan sat up a bit straighter, looking over at him with confusion and a bit of shock on his face. He never expected for Tachanka to retire, even with a family. Then again things change and he knew him well enough to know that it would kill him if he left Skylar a widow and his kids fatherless.

“You’re retiring?”

“Da, I am. I’d much rather watch my kids grow up with a present hands on father than one whose gone all the time because of work.” He leaned back into his bed with a content sigh, a small, proud smile forming on his face. “I’ll always be thankful for Rainbow and what it did to me, the people I met, specifically meeting my kotyonok and you know you and Timur are always welcome over.”

He nodded his head and a smile started to spread across his face. “You deserve it Alex, be happy with your family, make more little ones and live your life away from the military. And I’ll remember that. Besides you can’t keep those two little ones away from uncle Maxim, who’s going to take them hunting? You?”

Tachanka let out an unamused laugh and glared over at him that sent the hunter into small, nervous laugh. “Hunting? Skylar would kill you for taking them hunting. Camping is fine.” His glare turned more neutral as he looked to be thinking on what he said. “More children? We haven’t talked about since having twins was shocking enough, but knowing Skylar Marianna and Konstantin will have a little sibling sooner or later.”

“I still remember you coming into work the next morning after you found out she was pregnant, so happy about becoming a papa. Then she yelled at you for telling us so early on in her pregnancy.”

They both laughed thinking back on that day. Tachanka was so ecstatic on finding out he’s going to be a papa, not only did he cry from happiness but her told the rest of the Spetsnaz the morning after during training. He couldn’t help it and he trusted them enough to keep it a secret until she was in the second trimester.

“I couldn’t help it I needed to tell someone.” He fiddled with his wedding band on his finger, smiling down at it. “It all happened so fast, marriage, talking about starting a family and next thing I know she’s telling me she’s pregnant.” He looked back up to meet his gaze and crossed his arms. “What about you? Have you ever thought about marriage?”

“Marriage? No not really. I don’t think I’m the marrying type.”

“Timur would disagree.”

“If Timur wanted to get married don’t you think he’d propose?” Kapkan leaned back in the chair, tapping his fingers on the arms of it. “How’d you know you wanted to marry Skylar?”

“When I knew I couldn’t live without her and started to picture a future with her. Except we talked about marriage and a family since we began dating, we always knew we would end up married someday. You and Timur never talked about it?”

“You know our motherland frowns upon relationships like mine.”

“Da it does, but it shouldn’t stop you from marrying someone you love.”

“I’ll think about it alright?”

“Fair enough.”

Tachanka placed his arms behind his head and gave Kapkan a smug look like he knew what the hunter was going to do regardless of the situation and that was nothing. He would wait until Glaz asks for his hand and who knows how long that’ll be. But if nothing has broken them up so far then they have a lot more years ahead of them.

It was long until the door opened again and Tachanka sat up straighter and more eager, seeing Skylar walked in first with Marianna and Glaz right behind her with Konstantin.

She walked right over to him and handed the little one over. “Go say hi to your papa Mari, he missed you!”

He took her in his arms, cradling her little head with wisps of blonde hair in his hand and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I’ve missed you zvyozdochka!”

Skylar took Konstantin from Glaz and sat down on the bed next to him. Konstantin was out like a light while Marianna was more awake, at least for now and looking up at her papa.

As Kapkan watched Tachanka and Skylar with their kids, his heart filled with love. He knew kids weren’t in his and Glaz’s future, at least he’s aware of, but now he has two little ones to spoil and take camping and watch grow up. But the best of all? Is he gets to share those memories with the person he loves most, and that’s Timur.  

Kapkan always longed for a pack, a family and maybe he didn’t get it in a normal sense, but he did get one in the long run.

[illyrianwingspans]

Do Not Go Gentle: Buzzcut Season

Link to song: Buzzcut Season by Lorde (my other absolute fave)

Synopsis: The history of Hybern and Night Industries. 

Ao3 Link

Chapter 17: Buzzcut Season

War.

The word echoed in my mind, and all I could see was his face twisted into that vicious snarl of his.

“Please,” I breathed, “Don’t do it. Not for me. It’s not worth it. He’s not worth it.”

“What are you talking about?” Rhys demanded, his eyes full of concern and confusion. When he finally understood the fear in my eyes, the trembling of my fingers, he shook his head. “No, Feyre—not with Tamlin. Not with Spring Corporations.”

I flinched at the sound of his name.

Rhys sighed, then gently took me by the elbow and lead me over to the couch. It was directly in front of the map I’d seen before. Rhys wandered over to the coffee counter, and I heard the whirring of a machine. He spoke over the noise.

“Spring Corporations, for the last six months, has been working with Hybern and Co to import and sell Cauldron. C’s made their way into Prythian’s black market about three years ago, and since then can be found at nearly every party, frat house, club or back alley. They are all anyone wants right now, and the price they go for has never been higher. Hybern and Spring have been profiting big time off of these druggies. But they can’t maintain their supply anymore.”

“Why?” The world of drugs and illegalities still confused me to high hell, but Rhys remained calm and focused. He strode over from the coffee bar with two mugs in his hands, and handed me one. The smell was peppermint, and one sip of it had my stomach calm. He sat beside me, hands wandering over the map.

“This, here, are the ports. They used to import everything and operate out of here, the warehouse. That’s where I had my guys working to deliver them.”

“Wait, wait, how did you get caught up in this?”

“I’ll explain after. Anyways, we used to distribute from here to our dealers. But now, they can’t import anymore. They were caught with some misdealing at the border, and now they have no incoming supply. So they need a new facility to start producing here, in Prythian.”

“Okay, but what’s the issue then?”

Rhys sighed. He took another marker, then circled the mountains and territories north of Prythian, Illyria. “He’s looking at buying the reserve.”

My mouth fell open, and I immediately blurted, “Hybern can’t do that. That’s protected land. That’s their land.”

“I know,” Rhys sighed and fell back against the couch. “But this city has an asshole of a mayor in charge who doesn’t quite care as long as there’s money in his pocket.”

My brows furrowed. “He can’t do that.” I repeated, furious. I didn’t know much about Illyria, but I knew that their people, the Illyrians—they’d been there for hundreds of years. They were native to this land before Prythian was colonized, before the city had a skyline at all.

“He can, and he’s trying. The land, though they claim is protected, is under city jurisdiction. No matter what we do, feds aren’t getting involved because it’s not federally owned. It’s up to the mayor and the people to decide. And as you know, the Illyrians aren’t very popular amongst city people.”

It was true. They had a reputation for their coldness, and were known only for their cheap gas prices and bars.

“For years my people have been marginalized. They have no voice, no means to make a living. We’ve been demanding for better government infrastructure, for healthcare, for schools, but the only thing that seems to be opening up are more bars and liquor stores.” His eyes closed. “My people have been suffering. The homicide rates, the suicide rates—they’re six times higher in their territories than here.”

For a few moments, we were quiet. I only looked down at the map, disdainful that I’d never been told of the suffering lingering just beyond the city limits.

“If they buy that land, their homes will be destroyed. But that’s not all—they’ll employ those people. They’ll give them a pittance of a salary for menial work, and three quarters of them will be addicted to C’s before the first month of production is over.” He glanced at me sidelong, the usual spark in his features gone. “My people will only suffer more than they already have.”

I shook my head, eyes still focused on the map. “So what are you doing?” I wondered. “What can I do?”

Rhys hesitated for a moment, then said, “You seriously want to work with us?”

I thought it over for a moment, and realized quickly that I hadn’t been so passionate about something in… in years. I’d loved my job at Hum’s. It was something to do. Something to make the days go by without submitting completely to the numbness filling my bones. But this…working with my friends, trying to destroy the people who had ruined my life…

“You need to tell me how you got involved with Hybern, though. I want to know the whole story. I want to know what exactly it is you all do in this building before signing anything.”

Rhys looked to me for a few moments before saying, “Night Industries works security. Exactly like I explained to you: security detail, cybersecurity, infrastructure security, we do it all. We have real estate holdings, we have hundreds of investment projects. But security is our main focus.”

“Why?”

At that, Rhys smirked. “Because no one thinks the people that are protecting them actually listen in.”

“And by that you mean…?”

“Information, Feyre, costs more than any currency you can imagine. Secrets are worth more than a hundred kilograms of gold. Because they are leverage. Insight. A way into your enemy’s mind, the thread you pull for the fabric to fall apart completely. Nobody thinks the security guard in the front of the limo is listening in on their conversations about sly deals. Nobody thinks their security software is actually reporting back to the manufacturer whenever a new file is uploaded. Nobody thinks the guard at the museum party is noticing who walks into the bathroom with a married man for a quick fuck.”

I sat back for a moment, trying to process everything he was telling me.

“I first caught wind of Hybern’s dealings because I was the one who worked his security detail when he first came to Prythian. As soon as my people reported back, I realized that I was sitting on one of the biggest drug operations to ever enter Prythian. Days later I was in Hybern and Co’s office, speaking to Mr. Hybern himself, proposing a business plan for his future dealings here.”

“Why did you help him?”

“It’s easier to know your enemy by being their friend. But back then, I was stupid. I moved too fast. Before I knew it my guys were in the streets practically dealing the stuff themselves. By then I knew I was in too deep, and I tried to back out as quickly as possible. But they had me by the balls. Bookkeeping on which my name wouldn’t be erased if it ever came to light. Irrefutable incriminating evidence that would flush my life and my business down the drain.”

“How did you get out finally?”

At that, Rhys’s face completely shut down. He only said, “By chance. I saw my opportunity and got the fuck out of dodge.”

By the sound of his voice, I knew not to push him. I only said, “I’m in.”

The storm in his eyes cleared up at the words. “What?”

“Whatever it is, I’m in. I’ll do it.”

“Feyre,” Rhys said quietly, “take some time to think it over. It doesn’t have to be right away.”

“What would my position be?”

“For starters, you’d be my personal assistant. That office out there would be for you.”

“I have very limited experience working in offices.” I never wanted to think about that janitor’s closet ever again.

“I know,” Rhys hedged, “and it won’t be like that at all. We’ll start you off slow, get you used to our systems, help you work your way up. Cerridwen, Azriel’s assistant, will show you all the ropes. We’ll start you off on half-days and work you up from there. If ever you feel sick, tired, anything—you have the day off, no questions asked.”

I eyed him nervously. I couldn’t believe, in the course of two weeks, I had gone from Spring Corporations straight to their enemy, ready to accept a job offer two days after nearly ending it all.

“Like I said, take your time, Feyre.” Rhys said softly. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I’ll think about it.” I promised. “Over dinner tonight.” I added.

“Jesus Christ, I hoped you forgot.”

***

When we got home, I took a nap while Rhys cleaned up the main floor. He’d turned it into his office while he was working from home, despite the fact that he had a perfectly usable office upstairs. He said it was ‘too dark’ (despite the wall of windows it had), and I knew full well it was just because he wanted to keep an eye on me while I lounged on his couch reading and watching TV. As though I would try to suffocate myself to death with a pillow.

My alarm went off at seven, and I dragged myself to the bathroom to make myself look presentable. I donned some of the nicer clothes Mor had bought me, just jeans and a t-shirt, but each were soft and expensive looking, that made the guilt within me fester even more. For the first time in a while, I looked at myself in the mirror, and was terrified of the face who stared back.

I hadn’t noticed the thinness in my face until my cheeks had hollowed out and my skin was pale and white. My hair had begun falling out a while ago, coming out in heaps of strands in the shower, and it’d lost any traces of shine and glimmer that it originally held. Not to mention, my waist had thinned out as well, and my ribcage stood out starkly against my skin. The t-shirt, thank the Gods, was loose. All I had the energy to do was run a comb through my messy hair, brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. Though it wasn’t much of an improvement from before, at least it was something.

Downstairs, Rhys had cleaned up most of his mess, leaving behind only his computer on the corner of the coffee table before the TV. In the kitchen, the counter was clean, and something smelled glorious as the sounds of kernels popping emanated from the microwave.

“Popcorn?” Rhys wondered as he pulled the bag out and dumped the contents into a bowl. I nodded my head and pecked at a few kernels. My stomach, thankfully, did not protest at the buttery taste across my tongue.

At the edge of island were two games stacked atop one another: Pictionary and Monopoly. I raised my brows.

“My family takes game night very, very seriously. It doesn’t happen often. When it does, I always have to buy a new table.”

“A new table?”

The doorbell rang, and a look of misery overcame Rhys’s face. “Because someone always ends up flipping it.”

I stayed in the kitchen while Rhys wandered unhurriedly to the front entrance. Once the door opened, it was instant chaos that overtook the household. There was so much noise and voices that I could barely decipher who had walked in the door, only the fact that someone had wrapped in their arms. Cassian’s comforting scent enveloped me, and I sighed as I hugged him back, missing his cheerful spirit.

“Feyre! You could’ve at least given me some rent money before you left.”

I forced the best chuckle I could as he released me, and his full, toothy smile shined above me. Before I could even say anything his hand was already reaching for the popcorn. I guess Rhys hadn’t said much about my abrupt move out of his apartment, and I wasn’t sure if I preferred it that way.

A low voice sounded from behind me, “We brought pizza. Mor requested banana chilis, I’m sorry.” Azriel nodded to me, and I gave him my best impression of a grin. It didn’t work.

“It’s like you’re trying to burn off my tastebuds.” Cassian whined. Mor was already moving around the kitchen like a hurricane, plucking wine glasses from Rhys’s cabinets and pulling a bottle of rosé from her purse. She only replied to Cassian, “You’re one of the only ones here with an inkling of culture, honey. Your tastebuds should be adapted to spice by now.”

“I’m going to ignore that slightly racist comment. And remind you that you and Feyre are the minorities in this party.”

“Do you have anything strong, Rhys? I don’t know why they keep inviting me to these.” Amren commented. She’d already taken up a spot sitting on the kitchen counter. By the lack of looks she was getting, I guessed that was her usual seat.

“You’re the one that keeps showing up, Amren. Nobody’s forcing you.” Cassian argued.

Amren quipped, “You parked in front of my apartment building and threatened to honk all night until I got in with you. I don’t want a public disturbance added to my criminal record.”

Added? was all I could think to myself as Rhys pulled out a bottle of vodka. Amren smiled—well, smile was the best word for it, it was more like a wolf bearing its teeth. He poured her a knuckle’s length, and she knocked it back in one gulp. Rhys took one look at her and the bottle, then left it there for her on the counter. She poured herself another then kept it next to her, like a dragon guarding its trove.

“I know you don’t like talking about work at home, but I have to tell you one thing.” Azriel said.

Mor and Cassian both rolled their eyes at the same time (Mor tried to claim jinx, but Cassian refuted you can’t jinx something non-verbal). Rhys, though, was at full attention. In his hands was a glass of what looked like scotch. Suriel’s words kept playing in my mind, but I was thirsty—and a glass of wine wouldn’t hurt. Just something to ease me into this new dynamic. I stood and went to the pantry and grabbed a glass, then went to the fridge where I knew Rhys kept his stash of white wine.

Behind me, Azriel asked, “Do you trust her?”

The room was silent, save the sound of the wine pouring into my glass. Quietly, I put the cap on the bottle, then slid it back into the fridge side door. When I turned, five sets of eyes were turned to me. I only took a sip of my drink, then looked to Rhys.

“Do you?” I asked curiously. Rhys only exhaled sharply.

“Seeing as though I might be hiring miss Archeron, yes, I do trust her, Azriel.”

Cassian’s eyebrows lifted in excitement. “Seriously, Fey? You’re coming to work with us?”

The name threw me off, and I flinched. All I could see was his face, his and Lucien’s, the stupid nickname they’d called me for years. It only made me tilt back my glass, wanting to blur the lines of their faces until they were unrecognizable.

“I have not agreed to anything yet, so don’t get your hopes up.” I took another sip, then pinned Cassian with a look. But not the type that was antagonizing or joking. I stared at him, dead serious, and said, “Don’t call me that.”

Cassian blinked. Even Mor looked between the two of us, shocked, only for Cassian to say, “Message received.”

“I got a call this afternoon,” Azriel said, trying to clear the air as quickly as possible, “that they’ve arranged a meeting for next week.”

“Hybern and the mayor?”

Azriel shook his head. “No. The mayor and Spring Corporations. They’re having lunch at West Border.”

“So he’s taken over as Hybern’s coordinator?”

“More or less. The mayor trusts Ivy. They’ve made deals together in the past, the mayor’s profited off of a few strategic property investments. It would be too direct to get Hybern directly involved.”

There was nothing else to do but sip my wine. Anything but think about his kind features and golden hair. Because I knew those investments. The limited amount of information he’d shared with me, I remembered, was about the mayor’s dealings. I’d even been to one of those lunches with him, a year back, when they were discussing a new condo development on the east side.

“We can’t let that meeting happen,” Rhys said, “or we have to intercept it in some way.”

“What do you want us to do? Waltz in dressed as waiters and pull the fire alarm?” Cassian interjected.

Amren, seated at the kitchen counter, seemed like she was pondering the idea fondly.

“Can we hold this meeting tomorrow? I’m hungry for pizza. And Pictionary.” Mor said.

“That pizza is inedible.” Cassian grumbled, but picked up the boxes and wandered to the kitchen table anyways.

“That’s why the Gods gave your Neanderthal-self opposable thumbs to pick off the peppers.”

I took a seat at the table between Rhys and Mor. Cassian instantly dug into the pizza box, tearing away the red peppers with an animalistic furiousness before nearly inhaling the slice. Mor savoured her piece slowly, and I reluctantly took a bite. The peppers set my tongue on fire, and I washed it down with a sip of wine.

“Well?” Amren wondered, staring at her perfectly manicured nails. “Are we going to get this ridiculousness over or what?”

Azriel collected the Pictionary box from the kitchen island reluctantly and set it on the table, pulling away just in time before Cassian dug into the box, grease dripping from his fingers.

“Remember what I told you Feyre?” Rhys murmured beside me.

“Yup,” I said, “if anyone but Azriel wins, then they’re cheating.”

[thisistenhyungsunderwear]

Welcome Home

Group: NCT/SuperM

Dom!Ten, Sub!FemaleReader, MostlyDomButKindOfSwitch!Taeyong

Warnings: Rough sex, threesome, language

Word Count: 2736

This is my first time writing smut im sorry if it isnt the best :)

Ten had been stressed out ever since he found out SM was planning a WayV comeback when he was on tour with SuperM. Don't get him wrong he loved his job more than anything, but he had no time to relax. Promotions for WayV were just more hours of sleep and relaxation he desperately needed. 

Being the good girlfriend you were, you knew he needed something to take the stress and frustration out on, and you were the perfect thing for such.

He was coming back to the NCT Korea dorm tonight as a rest stop before flying back to China. You decides to surprise him by buying your own plane ticket into Korea and meeting him at the dorm. Thankfully he was just sharing a room with Taeyong in the 127 dorm for the night. You were able to text Taeyong earlier that week and asked him if he would be okay letting you and Ten have the room for a couple hours and he reluctantly complied, also knowing the stress his member contained.

Your flight landed at 3 in the afternoon, and you knew that Ten's landed at 6, so you had at the very least three hours to prepare yourself to meet your boyfriend. No one else in the dorm knew you were there except for Johnny, who would be letting you into the dorm, so it was going to be a surprise for your second favorite group of boys that you missed oh so much.

Knocking on the door, you were bouncing on your heels, body tense with anticipation. It felt like forever until the door swung open, a hopeful looking Johnny meeting your eyes. 

"Johnny!" You squealed, dropping your bag and hugging him. He chuckled in your ear and gave you a tight squeeze back. 

"Y/N," he said, letting you go, "everyone else is in the living room watching a movie. I had to practically run so they wouldn't get the door before me." He said, motioning for you to walk inside and picking up your bag for you. You nodded and took off running, hearing the front door click behind you. 

"Hey Losers!" You said, walking in and plopping down on the couch, acting as nonchalant as you could. You heard a couple heys go by as an automatic response before they all whipped their heads around in shock.

"Y/N?" Jaehyun said, mouth agape. 

"What the fuck?" Doyoung spoke next to you, looking beside him in pure confusion. You giggled and looked around. Haechan and Mark had big grins on their faces, obviously amused by your sudden appearance. Yuta shrugged it off, quickly accepting the fact that you just showed up. Taeil, Jaehyun, and Doyoung began bombarding you with questions, none of which you could understand all at once.

You laughed and began small chat with all the boys, catching up on all the things you missed while living with Ten in China. You loved these boys, they were basically family and it felt so nice to finally be with them. But you track of time. You glanced down wide eyed at your phone screen, 5:57 pm. 

"Shit." You whispered, looking up at Johnny fearfully. Of course Johnny knew Ten was coming home, and though you didn't tell him your evening plans, he easily assumed.

"Go shower now," he rushed you, " It'll take at least 20 minutes for him to get here." You jumped up, almost forgetting your bag before running to the bathroom and turning on the water.

"I don't have time," You said to yourself, panic starting to set in that the night wasn't going to plan. Your shower took you a total of five minutes, just barely getting to scrub and do a quick shave. You looked in the mirror, you looked like a half dry mess. You quickly scrubbed some light makeup on your face, just to make you look somewhat more appealing.

Digging through your bag, you pulled out the special outfit you had planned. The sheer lace material accented every curve of your hips, stomach, and chest perfectly. You pulled the black fabric up as high as it would go, and let your tangled hair fall over your shoulders.

"Not like it was going to stay pretty forever." you mumbled, playing with it for a second longer before giving up and pushing it behind your shoulders and over your back. 

You ran out of the bathroom with a silk robe on, hoping that Johnny kept all the others in the living room so they wouldn't see you in this state.

Quickly remembering which room belonged to whom, you opened the bedroom door and placed your bag down behind where the door would open. You sat down on the bed and pulled your phone out of the robe pocket, hoping maybe Taeyong would give you updates on their location even though you never asked.

You were in luck.

Taeyong: We are about to pull up into the dorm, hope your ready. He isn't in the happiest mood...yet 

You let out an anxious breath. You haven't seen your boyfriend in months, hopefully he would change his mood as soon as he saw you. Of course you were there as a stress reliever tonight, but you weren't there for angry sex.

Your thoughts were interrupted with what sounded like the boys becoming loud and greeting people. Footsteps were heard throughout the whole dorm now, people walking around, the rukus made your breath get caught in your throat. Anxiety filled your body as you tried to prepare yourself for what's to come. The footsteps down the hall became heavy and fast, you felt like they almost matched the pace of your erratic heartbeat. Sounds got louders, people got noisier, your mind got foggier. Then, the door handle moved. You decided to untie the robe, allowing your boyfriend a clear view of what he hasn't seen in a long time.

As the door opened, you refocused your vision, eyes softening at the figure of your boyfriend.

Then your eyes turned fearful as another body walked into the room. You quickly scrambled, forgetting to cover your body back up and actually causing the robe to fall down even more.

Your boyfriend stood there in shock, a look of lust and amusement in his eyes as he stared you down. You wanted to stay something but you were frozen in your spot, eyes trained on the extra figure in the room. 

Taeyong met your eyes, he too frozen in his steps. He was totally unsure of what just happened, but allowing his eyes to linger in your figure for the briefest moment. 

"You didn't tell me, that you would...uh, be in this, in this….situation," he said, the tension building in the room.

"I figured- I didn't know you'd walk in with-" you stuttered, completely unsure as to why he was even still in the room with you. Ten on the other hand, was now trained on watching the interaction between you and Taeyong. Something sparked in him as he watched Taeyong stare at your body for a while. Something he never expected, but seeing one of his best friends stare at his girlfriend in lust, got his blood flowing everywhere. 

The tension only grew in the room, you glanced at Ten for help, hoping he would do something about the third party. He met your eyes and gave you a look that said I've got this. Your mind rest assured as you thought he was going to kick Taeyong out. 

"Go on and kiss her, you know you'd want to, just look at her." Ten spoke, directing himself to Taeyong and you whipped your heads simultaneously in his direction, surprised by his sudden words. 

"Sorry, I-I didn't mean to uh, stare." Taeyong stumbled before beginning to turn around as if he was going to leave. 

Ten stopped Taeyong and held him by the arm before whispering i something incoherent in his ear. Taeyong's vision flashed to you every now and then, before giving Ten a questioning look. Ten merely nodded and looked at you.

"Baby," he began, walking towards you, holding the sides of your arms in his hands and kissing your forehead, "how would you like it," he began, kissing down your face and jawline all the way to your ear, "if we let somebody join us tonight." 

Your breathing hitched and you peaked over Ten's shoulder to meet eyes with Taeyong who looked at you helplessly, waiting for your answer while fiddling with his own fingers. 

You looked back at your boyfriend, seeing reassurance in his eyes. You knew he would never force you to do this, and you hoped he actually wanted it just as you did. You smiled softly and nodded at him. He grinned a stupid smile and backed up, taking your hand and bringing you closer to Taeyong.

"Take off the robe babygirl, let Taeyong here see how beautiful you look in your lingerie." Ten said, releasing your hand and turning to Taeyong, awaiting the gaping look on his fave as you let the silk rob slide off entirely. Your entire body now up for show in front of two extremely attractive men. 

"Fuck, can I-" Taeyong said, looking to Ten to see if he could touch me. Ten chuckled and nodded before making his way to the bed.

Taeyong took a couple steps forward before looking into your eyes, checking to see if you were okay with this. You gave him the most innocent eyes you could muster and whimpered as a sign for him to touch you. The soft baby Taeyong that was in front of you disappeared after hearing your whimper, almost like turning on a switch. His eyes became dark and hooded as he charged himself forward, crashing his lips into yours. 

His lips were soft against yours but there was a sense of urgency, as if he had been waiting for a chance to finally kiss you. He wasted no time running his tongue along your bottom lip which you gladly gave him access into your mouth. His arms wrapped around your waist, hands going straight to your ass, squeezing the soft skin. You moaned into his mouth, causing his grip to strengthen, and he began pulling your body closer to his. You could feel his growing bulge through the thin layer of his jeans separating the two of you.

You continued kissing him, him being the dominant one, and you allow him to do whatever. At one point you let your hands roam to the nape of his neck and began pulling the hairs, eliciting a small groan from the back of his throat. You smiled for a brief second, excited to find his weak spots. 

Ten cleared his throat from the bed and you turned your head to face him, Taeyong now sucking spots on your neck. Ten looked almost as fucked out as you did, and he hasn't even done anything yet. His face was flushed, his hand massaging his bulge through his not visible underwear, his jeans being thrown somewhere to the right. You made eye contact with him and Taeyong sucked on a special spot on your neck, causing you to let put an airy moan, but never breaking eye contact. 

"Babygirl, come over here and show Taeyong how skilled you are with that pretty mouth of yours." Ten rasped, his dick now painfully hard seeing you so fucked out.

You silently complied freeing yourself from Taeyong's grip and going to kneel in front of Ten. He stared down at you, his intensity shooting heat straight down to your core. 

Taeyong took a seat next to Taeyong and began unzipping his jeans and taking them off, freeing his painful erection from the tight constraints. You put all of your attention on Ten, and began massaging up and down his thighs, before bringing your fingertips up to his waistband and pulling his underwear down and off. His erection sprang free and glistened with precum. 

You licked your lips and leaned forward pressed a few kisses against the tip, causing him to throw his head back in satisfaction. You took this as a signal to keep going, and took his slowly into your mouth, licking from the base of his shaft all the way to his tip, and going back down and built up a rhythm in which you bobbed your head. Ten groaned a few times, his hand flying to the back of your head and grabbing a handful of hair. 

"Fuck baby" He whispered, starting to involuntarily thrust up to meet your rhythm. You decided to stop bobbing and let your throat relax so he could continue thrusting on his own. He gripped the back of your hair tighter and began bucking up into your mouth roughly. Your gag reflex was practically gone at this point as you were used to your boyfriend using your mouth like this. 

At some point he stopped and pulled your head up, a string of drool and precum connecting you and his cock together appearing between you two.

"Fuck," Taeyong said, gripping his cock harder in his hand, lazily jacking off to the sight in front of him.

"Get on all fours on the bed, now baby." Ten said standing up. You obliged quickly, taking off your lingerie and getting into position for him. Taeyong took place in front of you, and Ten went behind you, his cock sliding up and down between your slit. You moaned, anticipating the fuck he was going to give you. You looked down at Taeyongs cock, which was slightly bigger than Ten's, but had less girth to it. 

You leaned down and began sucking and hollowing your mouth around his cock, while Ten suddenly bottomed out in your entrance, giving you no time to adjust. 

"Fuck, all these months and your this tight baby? Haven't been playing with yourself?" Ten asked, setting a quick rhythm that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. "Oh baby don't let that cock stop you, I think I asked you a question." He growled, pulling your hair and lifting your mouth off of Taeyong's cock. 

"No, I haven't touched myself, that's only for you," you said, whimpering at the pain on your scalp.

"Good girl," He said, releasing your hair and letting you go back to sucking off Taeyong. His thrusts became sharp and deep, taking himself out to the tip and bottoming back in right away. Taeyong on the other hand was gripping the back of your neck, whispering incoherent praises and words as your let his cock pushed back into the back of your throat.

The swirling heat in your gut became stronger and more overwhelming. Taeyong saw your struggle and took the lead of guiding your mouth over his cock while Ten mercilessly kept pounding into you. Reading the signs of your release, he wanted to cum with you.

"Hold it," he gritted through his teeth, " you aren't allowed to cum until i let you." 

You whimpered, holding back the hot feeling. It was getting progressively harder, the mix of Taeyong thrusting into your mouth and holding in your release had tears in your eyes. 

Taeyong was the first to cum, his hot release shooting into the back of your mouth. He lifted you off his cock and closed your chin, a sign he wanted you to swallow. You stared up at him with doe eyes and swallowed him.

 Ten was about to cum, so he took his finger and began to rub your clit, the shock wave sending a scream through your body as you shook through an orgasm. Your legs trembled and your body convulsed, squeezing and releasing on Ten's cock sent him over the edge as he came inside you, a moan escaping his lips. 

You flattered and fell onto the bed, crawling up to meet Taeyong under his arm and Ten coming up behind you to hold you.

Taeyong, although he knew he shouldn't intrude on such a moment, was thankful you two didn't kick him out. He let you curl up under his arm and lay back and stared at the roof. Next time, he wanted to fuck you.

If Ten would let him.

[gangtheway]

42 45 50 gogogo

42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

i do both simultaneously. but given that im sitting all day at work, i flop on couches like no other. then slep.

45. favorite pajamas?

some kinda sweatpant/pj pant with pockets (not flannel unless its actually cold out) and a tshirt from somewhere that was giving out free tshirts at some point in my life.

shirt n socks optional depending on temperature

50. what’s your dreamhouse? 

i am constantly flip flopping between extravagant mansion with hidden passages and secret rooms/ small house within walking distance to a supermarket where i can just lock myself in, emerging only for supplies on an annual basis.

but see a big house is harder to clean and also im gonna be living alone and at that point the only upside is the acoustics of a big house for dramatic speeches to a dog.

definitely needs a slot for mail and packages. maybe a smart fridge so i stop eating spoiled food. roomba for cleaning up. A/C and heater is a must. black-out curtains bc fuckt he sun.

aaaa i want a library even though i havent read an actual book in YEARS. mostly so i can hide doors behind bookshelves. Oh. I could put a whole fucking maze behind bookshelves just for funsies since this is a dream house. I will build a hidden labyrinth for brooding and also maybe so when i die no one can find my body until a couple of intrepid teens happen upon it years later and go on an adventure.

oh you know what lets put a big ol tv in here somewhere for games. and like 50 really good computers incase i break one. homeless people can come into the computer room and use them. there’s free laptops and phones for them too. they came with the house shhh. there’s a 3d printer.

one room has the entire library of alexandria in it. i saved it by making a time paradox and now its in my house that can be filleld with literally anything. i cant read any of them though bc im dumb. so there’s like a scientist chilling in my house too i guess.

one room opens to space. just as an option. yes there is an endless vacuum behind this door and yes it will kill me instantly but its fuckign SPACE. i can shoot shit through a vacuum tube to go into space too. i shoot all my embarrassing poetry adn art into space and the aliens make a religion about them. im the 7th grade god now.

oh yeah theres a room filled with money. actually its a corridor full of doors that lead into the bank accounts of the rich. like the physical versions of them. i use this corridor to become robin hood and finally find fulfillment in life. i steal all the crown jewels and send them to their countries of origin. OH and also doors into museums. im gonna do crimes of culture. save the cultures. give them their art back. and leave a calling card with just a crude drawing of a dick at the museum. i become known as the cock crusader but SURPRISE i didnt have a cock this whole time its the perfect crime.

theres another room thats a straight up time machine. i go into the past and un-birth hitler. i seduce his mom/dad/grandpappy and then also matchmake them to randos. i proceed to appear at various points in history as a mythical creature. i m the mothman i predict the tragedies now.

i have a room of spiders. i throw my enemies in there. i dont really have any enemies yet. i hope one day i will so i dont waste the spider room.

theres probably a pool somewhere too. it’s filled with the cure for all disease but it doesnt work unless you have less than 1 million dollars of material wealth. i dont make the rules. the pool does.

at least one room is noneuclidean. i dont know how it works either so take it up with god

theres a room with real pokemon. no mr mimes though bc he freak me out. tbh its mostly pikachus bc im basic af with my faves and pikachu herds sound adorable and i will die.

another room is like. a room where you go and talk to people who died. not like a dedicated ouija room. thats in the bomb shelter. no like you sit at a table and their soul just floats on over and theres a hologram and everything.

i have a ton of robots. theyre all vaguely sexy. they make me uncomfortable but i am irresponsible with my power

one room has a megaphone. when you speak into it it doesnt make any noise but instead it beams your voice into the mind of who youre thinking of. i use it to brighten the days of my friends and destroy the psyches of my enemies. still dont have any enemies yet. would it be overkill to do this in addition to the spiders?

there is an attic filled with mannequins. this is my nightmare room. i never go there and i pretend it doesnt exist. when someone wanders in there, their heads follow their movement wordlessly. they dont do anything but its really unnerving and no one likes it.

there is a completely soundproof room that i go into and make whatever noises i want. no one can hear me here. i practice doing accents where no one can hear how bad and ashamed i am. even with no one else listening, i get self-conscious. this room is now the Screaming Room for makign stress noises in.

one room is filled with conversation starter cards and a mirror. i go here and study often. the cards ask me about my childhood traumas and i burn them. the room is now a room for pep-talks. i get self-conscious halfway through the peptalk and walk out, dejected. why is talking so hard.

one room opens into a ranch. it’s where we put all the shelter pets. there are therapy areas for them so they learn love and be loved again. they run in large open areas and are happy and fuzzy and clean and full. it’s staffed by people who know how toactually take care of animals. i go there sometimes to get swarmed by big ol dogs and big ol cats and so many fuzzy babies. then i go to the allergy removal room bc i didnt think that through.

there’s a never-ending food room. i dont know where it comes from or how fully-prepared food just appears like that. world hunger is ended and im still a lazy shit and forget to eat more than a single tortilla. the food doesnt make you sick or unhealthy its just good food that tastes good and feels good and is good. there is maybe an onion corner and i dont acknowledge its existence aside from the occassional glance.

theres a dumb bitch dungeon for the people i have a one-sided hatred for who ruin life for the entire planet. it shoots off into space. they get dissected and analyzed by aliens. the aliens decide to never come to earth bc jfc is this really what yall do. a small price to pay. maybe other aliens might come and be chill. i have a room for the aliens just in case.

theres other houses for people i care about and a few more for those i dont yet know that i care about. no rent. just a place to live and be happy. its filled with friends and happiness and i really want this eldritch abomination of a house now.

im v sleepy OH YEAH AND A RLY BIG CRAFT ROOM

[amilynh]

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I’m not into Star Trek anymore either. I used to be into TNG when I was young and I stuck with it through DS9 (which I never enjoyed as much) and Voyager (which I liked much better), but Captain Picard will always be MY Captain and the Enterprise D is MY space ship. I never got into any of the later spinoffs.

I have seen all 78 eps of TOS, I saw all the movies up through First Contact (after the hand-off), and my friends and I even got all gussied up like we were going to the formal opera, and we called our opening-night First Contact even "Prom Trek" since none of us had gone to prom (NO regrets: we gave ZERO fucks), and so we made our own prom circa age 26-28 doing something we loved.

I watched TNG S1-S5, and then probably saw half of S6, and really not much afterwards, though I tuned in for the final ep (and was DEEPLY disappointed). My true love there was Beverly. (Ah, Gates McFadden, one of the three main people responsible for the realization of SO MANY of my generation's fans of, "Oh...I'm a *LESBIAN*!!" ...the others are Gillian Anderson and Linda Hamilton.).

I have heard SUCH good things about DS9, but I was at uni at the time, and it was one at, like, 3:30 on Saturday afternoons...and it would break up the day, and I'd forget...it was so inconvenient and non-intuitive that I never remembered to watch it, so I've only seen a smattering of eps (including OF COURSE the Mirror episodes...SO GOOD!). I wanted to like it, but timing worked against me.

I watched and LOOOOVED Voyager. I shipped Captn Katie and Chakotay SO hard..."Resolutions" OMG OMG. I was TRULY hopeful that they would address Captn Katie's escalating instability and risk-taking. And I was even MORE hopeful when they did the ep where she locked herself in her cabin for 3 months. I wanted to see them ADDRESS her severe depression and loss of sense of self when separated from the structure of Starfleet that she was so committed to and dependent on. I wanted to see the Doc relieve her of command in order to address and TREAT her depression...to acknowledge that she needed HELP rather than enabling her and ignoring it. But...they skirted that, as they skirted EVERYTHING they built up.

I hate Brannon Braga with the fiery passion of 10,000 suns. I mean, when he was asked, in S1, how they were going to handle when Tuvok inevitably went into Pon Farr, and THAT ASSHAT was like, "What? Pon what? ...OH! Oh, but that's from the OLD show and this is a different show, so that doesn't apply." WTF YOU ASSHOLE OMG YOU'RE PART OF A WIDER CONTINUITY....AAAARRRFGGHGGHH!!! And...then they DID do ...something with it...and it fell TOTALLY flat for me.

I watched S1-S5 (again), and I WANTED to like "The Year of Hell," but it just didn't LAND for me Because Reset. I LOVED the episode where it turned out that Barclay was able to communicate with them...that slender connection to their home...that was VERY cool. And I LIKED Seven...but I didn't like that stupid catsuit...nor did I like that it became the Seven Of Nine Show.

I loved B'Lanna and Tom. I loved how they DID handle HER response to the obliteration of the Maquis and addressed that she was deliberately engaging in dangerous behaviors. I just wish they'd ALSO done that with Captn Katie; she was ENDANGERING THE WHOLE SHIP. I did appreciate that they revisited the concept, but with another character.

A friend had the headcanon (which is really just logic) that the Delaney twins from Stellar Cartography could almost NEVER rest because, typically, on a small ship working in well-travelled areas, just how much does Stellar Cartography DO? ....And then suddenly they're in a TOTALLY UNMAPPED AREA...and they need to recruit DOZENS to help them do all the mapping of this entirely un-documented area...but there are only 120-140 PEOPLE on board...so they must have never slept.

I think they should NEVER EVER let Chakotay fly the shuttles; they couldn't REPLACE them...and he kept crashing or damaging them or (check out the Coffee Nebula) just, you know, ACCIDENTALLY LEAVING SHUTTLECRAFT BEHIND by flying down to the planet and then BEAMING BACK UP.

I missed it when they stopped emphasizing that there was a SHORTAGE of resources. When Janeway couldn't have her coffee? SO awesome. When Neelix was cooking weird variations of the same thing? SO GOOD. I missed that as they forgot that resources were limited and caution was SUPER necessary.

I watched the series finale and was like...Chakotay and SEVEN??? WTF??? And I wanted not to see it END with them returning...I wanted to see the conflict of "Now we're FINALLY back to Starfleet YAY!" ...and the realization that, after HAVING to function independently for so long, finding it VERY difficult to fit into the demands of a command structure again. I wanted to see the reaction to how things had changed in the Alpha Quadrant...the Maquis adjusting to the annihilation of the Maquis...SO many missed opportunities.

I tried to watch Enterprise. I tried. I mean...Scott Bakula. Hoshi. COOL stuff. And yet, they managed to make SCOTT BAKULA--a man who could make the cut of a dress look GOOD and who could sing, dance, play piano, play football...do ANYTHING (see: Quantum Leap) while seeming personable and likeable...they managed to make him BORING. WTF???? I thought Enterprise was a boringly hot mess...but their Mirror episodes were good. I mean...EMPRESS HOSHI? YES, PLEASE. And the ep where T'Pol told the story of her grandmother who got trapped on earth and "invented" velcro so that she could sell the patent and get money for the family who helped her (I call it the T'Nana episode because it was T'Pol's Nana, yo)...I liked that...but I liked the novel "Strangers from the Sky" better....and it's the same plot.

And since then, and especially with the reboot...I just have walked away; I've DONE my time with Trek. I am no longer enamoured, and yet I still appreciate it.

I REALLY love, even now, some of my favorite Pocket Books novels (from before Pocket made the rules so rigid that the novels were no longer just authorized fanfic). My FAVE ones are "The Entropy Effect," "Ishmael" (Barbara Hambly steathily got them to PUBLISH a Star Trek/Here Come the Brides crossover!!!! With Doctor Who jokes! And there's TIME TRAVEL!), and Jean Lorrah's PUBLISHED Sarek and Amanda novels (which ENTIRELY have the backstory that is from her zines that were my first serious fanfic knowing it was fanfic).

I'm forever grateful that Trek fandom was large enough and FINDABLE enough that it gave me the "in" that I needed, back when there was no internet, to FIND fandom, then to follow the bread crumb trails to the fans of OTHER shows I also loved.

[complicatedandstained]

The Other Day at Hot Topic: Claire’s

Axel steps out of Hot Topic with a guilty conscience and a pleased smile that he cannot quite contain. 

“Let It Snow” ironically graces the island mall’s speakers overhead, as he traces the familiar path over to Claire’s. He finds himself caught up in the surge of people mid-morning brings to their two story, air-conditioned corner of paradise. Locals and tourists alike beginning their holiday shopping clad in pompom hats and red and green Hawaiian shirts. Above their spirited chatter, Axel can already hear the staccato grumble of Vanitas giving Roxas hell back in Hot Topic. 

Dumbass is going to have to cut that out quick if he wants to get Aqua her job back. 

Axel hammers a few more exclamation points into the ‘hurry up’ message he’s composing before firing it off to Demyx. 

Axel would have liked to stay with Roxas and Vanitas himself, but his own shift has already begun, and the children of Claire’s can’t pierce their own ears. Or so Marluxia tells him. And he needs to play nice with Marly today, for Saïx’s sake.

Anyway, it’s Dem’s day off, and Xigbar can only take so many of his distractions at the tattoo parlor before he starts barking like his German Shepherd. So Dem’d jumped at the chance to come in and continue wooing another potential Organization member. Never mind that the band already has a singer... 

And that would turn off Vanitas to the conversation, for sure. No way was he getting caught in Demyx’s web of rehearsals, demos, and shameless merch promotion. No way in hell. 

Roxas can probably hold his own until then. Vanitas might wind up in a neck brace, but it’s a sacrifice Axel is willing to make. 

And it’d be Aqua’s fault, really, for getting a little too into her part and storming out instead of babysitting Hot Topic’s newest rivals for him. 

God. Saïx is going to throw a fit if he finds out about any of this. 

And Axel figures his introverted boyfriend is already going to be in a rare state from his long day of meetings, margs, and sucking up. 

Of course, Axel will have to tell him something. 

He just might have to temper it first. Nothing will be too over the top tonight. He’s thinking red wine, candles, massage oil, bubble bath…

Then Saïx can just drown me. 

Axel snickers to himself and then laughs outright, recalling Roxas’ flat out refusal to believe that Saïx would date him. A soccer mom trips over her Adidas slides at Axel’s sudden outburst, and, used to being stared at, Axel winks at her—which does not help her catch her footing—before ducking into Claire’s. 

Axel’s smirk finds its way back out as he surveys the moderately busy store. Everything smells like spilt sugar plum perfume. One cluster of small fries gathers around the metallic green and red tinsel hair accessories and another around the tourist faves—cowrie shell bracelets, puka shell necklaces, silver starfish shaped earrings—all strategically located near the entrance. Axel weaves easily between them, too absorbed to notice the lanky, red-headed freak in their midst, and sidles up to the side of the register, where an athletic blonde woman with a pixie cut is finishing up a sales transaction.  

“Larxene, you light up my world like nobody else,” Axel croons to his coworker, overtop the One Direction lyrics floating through the speakers. “The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed!”

He leans fairly close to her ear, his arms crossing on the counter, but she ignores him in favor of straightening a stack of coupons, a scowl forming across glossy pink lips. “You’re late,” she says. 

A dry sound escapes his throat. “Missed you too.”

Larxene puts in beaucoup hours at both Claire’s and Hot Topic to pay for her apartment fees and architecture courses, and, therefore, Axel sees entirely too much of her, and vice versa.

She replaces the 15% off stack atop the cash drawer and checks for anyone else in line before turning around and leaning back to speak to him. “I was hoping you weren’t coming.” Her smile is not charming, but he returns it with vigor. 

“Sometimes life disappoints us.”

Her smirk twists, and an eyebrow rises. “That why you look like crap today?”

“Hm?” Axel glances toward one of the thousand mirrors atop their neat white accessory displays and sights his swept back, unstyled hair, the shock of golden freckles sprinkling his nose, the foreign, childlike quality of his eyes without their cat eye liner. 

He’d almost forgotten. Saïx, Xigbar, Roxas…Why hadn’t they said anything about it?

Xigbar’d told him once he prefers his men without makeup. But of course now he’s dating Demyx and his glitter bronzer loving self, so what the hell does he know. Saïx has seen him with and without and everything in between and would never have said anything. Vanitas and Aqua had been a smidge distracted what with his threats to fire them and all. But Roxas…

Huh. Curiouser and curiouser.

“Saïx monopolized the bathroom this morning,” Axel tells Larxene with a playful touch of bitterness.

“Taste of your own medicine, hm?” teases a voice, approaching from his other side. 

Axel doesn’t need to look up to recognize his manager—Saïx’s closest friend. 

An arm inked with a familiar black, brown, and forest green pattern of vines, leaves, and thorns wraps Axel’s shoulders and gives a brief squeeze. Axel raises a hand to press Marly’s wrist, turning and narrowing his eyes at him skeptically. 

“Hello, Marluxia.”

“You look good,” Marly insists in his easy, confident way, stepping back to observe him. “Natural beauty.”

They are all acutely aware he is only saying this because Axel is not breaking as much of the dress code as usual.

“Don’t listen to him,” Larxene cuts in, tapping Axel’s chin. “You look like crap.”

Axel raises his hands defensively to either side, eyelids shutting them out, “There’s this hoity-toity Hot Topic management conference today. I am a good boyfriend and let Sai primp for an extra hour.”

“And Axel spent the extra time squeezing into those pants,” Larxene quips to her boss, pinching the tight gold denim in question, opposite hand propped on her hip.

“Unquestionably.” Marluxia smirks, eyes flitting through the store to ensure he’s not neglecting his head managerly duties. 

Axel balks, shooing away Larxene’s loose grip on his thigh. “You don’t like the pants?”

“No,” both say in unison, horrified, wide eyes back on Axel and the outfit in question. “We’re obsessed with the pants,” Larxene corrects quickly on both of their behalves. “It’s your face that’s the problem.”

Marluxia chuckles despite his earlier disagreement, as Axel’s arms cross, and he steps off in the direction of his piercing station. 

“Boss,” he growls, “I’d like to report one of my coworkers for unsportsmanlike conduct.”

Larxene pauses in rooting through a fringed black pleather handbag to stick her tongue out at him, flashing the lime green plastic of the tongue piercing he’d done for her. “Then maybe you should go work at Dick’s.”

“I hope you mean Dick’s Sporting Goods,” Axel raps his knuckles against the top of her head, grinning thinly.

“Either way,” she interrupts, smirking up from her handbag, from which she’s produced a tube of liquid eyeliner. 

Axel opens his palm for it with a sheepish smile. “You’re an absolute darling, you know.”

“Screw yourself,” she snipes pleasantly, but releases the tube into his palm. He snatches and pockets it hastily, lest she change her mind. 

“Children. Please,” Marluxia’s hand raises to rub his forehead beneath his neat bubblegum pink bangs. “You primadonnas are making me miss my old job managing White Castle.” Marluxia’s elegant nose crinkles as if he can still smell the burger place’s unique onion stench. “If I’d had to manage both their incompetence and your drama, I think I would have taken an early grave.”

Axel rubs at the back of his neck and chuckles good-naturedly, and Larxene scowls and elbows him in the ribs.

Marly winces at this interaction and rolls his eyes. His throat clears with a neat little cough. “Regardless, there are a few things I’d like to discuss with you both while I have you here. First and foremost, we are running our flower crown promo through this weekend. You are encouraged to wear a crown to advertise the sale and may take one from the display or bring one from home if you like.” 

Marly straightens the ring of red roses crowning the shoulder length, sharply layered pink hair he’s undone from his usual ponytail.

Axel’s lips tip up just as Larxene’s tip down. 

“I’ll do it if she does.”

“Douchebag.” 

For a moment, Larxene’s glare could set off a smoke alarm, but noting Marly’s noble attempt to cover a groan with his hand, her expression softens. Larxene sighs. “Fine. I’ll do it for you, Marly.”

“And the children,” Axel prompts with an alligator smile, eyes following a trio currently knocking over Naminé’s elaborate pyramid of bug-eyed Beanie Boos. “Do it for the sweet little children.”

“Sure, yeah, whatever,” she flicks her wrist toward another group of their miniature customers, pulling down a shelf of earrings whole, “and the bratty little children.”

Axel snorts, though he knows deep down she doesn’t mean it. Larxene enjoys seeing little kids smile over stupid little cute things and helping preteens accessorize for their first dates. She would just stab him with a stiletto heel for saying so. 

“And another thing,” Marly continues, loudly enough to pause their squabble, and ushers them toward the back of the store. They pause near the wall length, color-coded flower crown display, where conversations are less likely to be overheard and customer complaint surveys less likely to be filed. “We need to discuss your timeliness.”

Axel blanches and then wonders why Larxene does too. 

“Larxene, I know that you picked up Kairi’s shift at the last minute,” Marly begins, sweeping a few strands of hair behind his ear and pretending not to notice Axel’s shoulder jutting into hers. 

“And Axel, I’m aware that Saïx asked you to check up on Hot Topic in his absence.”

Axel nods and tries not to scowl at the reminder. 

“Ordinarily, as you know, I’m happy to let these things slide,” Marly continues, folding his hands in front of him above his short violet half-apron.

“And we appreciate it Marly—” Axel puts in, though it doesn’t stop the man’s expression from growing steelier, and there’s a reason he gets on so well with Saïx. 

“However,” Marly interrupts, “with the holiday season upon us and new recruits starting out, I’m going to need you, my more experienced warriors to lead the charge.” He gives each of them a measured look and nods with approval at their attentiveness. “I hope I can count on you.”

“Of course, boss,” Axel purrs easily, patting the man’s bicep.

Larxene crosses her arms and nods as well. “Anything you need.”

“Good,” Marly’s smile grows jagged fangs, “because in Kairi’s absence, I’ll need one of you to train our new employee later today.”

Larxene groans loud enough that a passing service dog yips back. “Anything but that,” she corrects. 

Marluxia laughs a villainous sort of laugh, before he walks off to take over ringing on the register, waving his fingers at them like a noble might a peasant. “Work it out, darlings.”

*           *

Axel and Larxene duck into the narrow lavender painted staff lounge, mid-argument. He heads for the time clock, while she props herself up on her knees on the sleek, black sofa that feels much like a slab of stone in an old timey prison, to try on flower crowns in the mirror above it. 

“I’m not training another Kairi clone,” she repeats.

“Naminé and Kairi have completely different personalities,” Axel interjects readily, having had this conversation, regarding Marluxia’s interest in hiring doppelgängers, more than once already. 

“Then you train Kairi 3.0.”

The first crown has golden leaves that stick up from Larxene’s head like horns, and she swaps it out for another with black and purple blossoms and silver stems. She seems to prefer that. He has to admit it’s striking with her skinny black jeggings and slinky white camisole. 

“I’m happy to train Kairi 3.0.” Axel shrugs turning around as he ties off his Claire’s apron. She beckons him forward and he bows his head so that she can crown him with a ring of ocean blue and seafoam white blooms. 

“What,” her hand near slips, setting the flower crown slightly askew, “seriously?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to subject anyone to you.” Axel joins her, kneeling on the couch to get at the mirror. Shifting her eyeliner from his pocket, he begins tracing a lid as she readjusts his crown. “But if she doesn’t want to pierce ears, sweetie, you don’t have much of a choice.”

She tugs the crown half off, down below his ear, and smacks him with it. The line above his eye smudges hopelessly.

Glancing back at the mirror, he frowns at the flowers tangled in his hair, scoffs at his single charcoal raccoon eye, and abruptly starts to laugh. Larxene joins in, clapping him on the shoulder. “You suck,” she says, “do you know that?”

“I know,” he says after a minute, tugging at the crown and further upsetting his hair, “just help me fix this.”

“Fine,” she pushes him by the shoulder down onto his ass, and loosens his ponytail, wrapping the band around her wrist, “but I want to hear the latest Hot Topic drama.”

“Drama?” His shoulders stiffen though he attempts to hide it as he combs fingers through his hair. “No drama. When has there ever been drama?”

“You were 15 minutes late, genius.” She lifts the flowers and tugs harshly at a snarl. “Tell me the drama.”

Axel hisses, hands raising in attempt to stop her. She removes the crown entirely and gently smooths back his auburn locks. He lowers his hands. “Alright, alright, gees.” He exhales and his hands fold neatly in his lap. “His name is Roxas.”

[hobimysun-shine]

bts as billie eilish songs

I love both artist so much because they are so diverse, so driven and in love with their art, so here’s what my mind created at 2am when i actually gotta study for an exam, but anyhow, enjoy

Jeon Jungkook - Ocean eyes 

“Can't stop thinking of your diamond mind Careful creature Made friends with time”

- color scheme: Venice lavender; purple rain; valor blue 

- grey clouds, quiet ocean, salty air, cold sand, bare feet, long sweater, careful wind, watery eyes, 

- angelic, naive, trusting, incapable of stopping emotions

- a feel of uncertainty for the future, because you still have so much to experience in life, it’s hard to know who to trust, where to go and what your tears mean, who you should give them to 

- young love, pain

- it basically speaks of someone who is impressed by another human - love based on instinct and intuition, when you’re young you just feel things, even if you don’t know where these emotions come from (jungkook-namjoon relationship) ; 

- trusting someone by the feeling you get around them, without being able to trust your common sense,

- have you seen jungkook’s beautiful, ocean, doe eyes ?? (if not, then wth you doin’ with your life))

Park Jimin - idontwannabeyouanymore

“I just wish you could feel what you say Show, never tell But I know you too well Got a mood that you wish you could sell

Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before I don't wanna be you anymore”

- color scheme: pale smoke; scotch mist; apple blossom 

- cold air, morning dew, raindrops at the bottom of your window, the fabric softener your mom uses to wash your sheets, soft breathing on the side of your neck, white mirrors 

-  self-persuasion, self-critique, inner conflict, serenity, content, libra’s aesthetic approach

- if you have listened to lie and looked at the lyrics, you know why i chose this song for jimin 

- you basically get the feeling that the person is speaking to himself in this song, trying to find an answer, as to why he puts himself through all these hardships, when he could break free from this vacuum of perfectionism he created for himself

- let’s be real, we all know what jimin had to go through and maybe is still going through with being too harsh on himself, with his body image and his appearance on stage, i hope he is doing well now and is content with himself, cause he is a 100/10 and we all love him so much 

Kim Taehyung - hostage; my boy 

“I wanna be alone Alone with you - does that make sense? I wanna steal your soul”

“ My boy's an ugly crier but he's such a pretty liar”

- color scheme: concord purple; red wine; aurum gold

- big windows, night sky, city view, studio apartment, dark walls, smell of acrylic paint, ripped jeans with that paint splattered on them, acoustic guitars on the walls, quiet jazz music, film paper smoke, deep laughter, strong arms around your waist

- artistic freedom, no fear of judgement, mutual understanding, chest butterflies, assurance, hope, soulmates, in tune with your emotions, who cares if the world doesn’t get us, we get us

- hostage just reminds me of two people, who connect on a soul level so much, that what happens is their love turns into mutual engagement, similar to keeping each other as hostages in their hearts, however i wanted to turn the meaning of that song less toxic for taehyung,, 

- i believe that if there’s a member that would want to connect with people in such level as the song suggests, it would be taehyung

- as for my boy, idk it just gives me a similar base line as in singularity, and i don’t know it’s just probably my fave song of billie and i feel like it is just taehyung’s vibe when i listen to it 

Jung Hoseok - bellyache

“ Everything I do the way I wear my noose Like a necklace I wanna make 'em scared like I could be anywhere Like I'm wreck-less

I lost my mind I don't mind “

- color scheme: marigold yellow; apricot orange; candy red

- summer heat, tan skin, blushed cheeks, endless roads, loose shirts, scratched knees, rich kids away from home, one backpack and a shiny red ford convertible from your bf’s dad’s garage, loud music, lips, swollen from kissing, night fireworks

- fed up with everything, escape from reality, that one summer you will never forget, vibrant love, point of no return, rhythm, gut intuition, boldness 

- i don’t know exactly either, it’s just these are the connections i make when i hear this song, and all of that screams hobi to me (aries moon) 

- also am i the only one who imagines he would make a killer dance routine to that song (but again he could probably dance to a water drops going down a pipe, so,,)

Namjoon - bury a friend; copycat 

“What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? What are you wondering? What do you know? Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me? When we all fall asleep, where do we go? “

“ Perfect murder, take your aim I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name”

- color scheme: pearl river; silver fox, steel wood

- empty stage, burning projectors slowly being turned off, microphone heavy in your hand, as the words that went though it start to make sense, sweaty hair, footsteps echoing in the vast space, feeling of falling down, unexpected, but comforting hug, security, the calming scent of someone you know in this new environment, tears of fear and excitement at the same time, new life, new beginning

-  words said out loud, revenge, mixed feeling of content and fast approaching emptiness, always racing thoughts, insomnia, trying to fill a void, searching for an overall meaning, 

- so bury a friend is just has all these questions man. they remind me of rm’s mind. i feel like all of them are things he had already asked himself, or themes he implies in his songs too 

- copycat is for namjoon swiftly leading a group that got a ton of criticism in the beginning and is still getting hate, but regardless he manages to stay on top, write what he feels, be a real artist and throw everything people said about bts failing back at their faces 

Min Yoongi - lovely ; you should see me in a crown 

“Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear”

“ You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by, one”

- color scheme: marble white; smoke ember; royal silver;  

- dark room, cold hands, shaky breath, unable to look at each other’s eyes, fear of the outside and the inside, pocket money, long fingers pressing the out-of-tune piano keys, weary smiles, small steps

                                          (....)

 steady hands, marble walls, scent of freshly printed documents, looking through a box of old photo albums your mom sent, turning the pages a larger hand stops you from flipping the next page, two teenagers than look awfully like you two are staring back fearfully, low chuckles, eyes full of love  

- strong minds, growth, stability, strength, control, prosperity, hard work, passion, ambition

- lovely is in here because i feel like it portrays struggles with mental health and depression very well. you feel trapped and you feel like there is no one else who understands your personal hell and you are the only one who has to find a way for yourself to get out of that place. yoongi has been in such places before as we’ve heard from him and his lyrics, so i though lovely represents his struggles when he was younger

- you should see me in a crown. literally that’s all i can say, he worked for his success and he got it and he deserves it and he is killing it right now

- yall don’t know the amount of respect i got for this man and everything he has been through and i feel like these two songs portray his lowest and his highest in life and take account every struggle along the way and how he truly deserves everything he has right now 

Kim Seokjin - when the party’s over

“ Don't you know I'm no good for you I've learned to lose you, can't afford to

Don't you know too much already I'll only hurt you if you let me

Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that”

- color scheme: night snow, onyx black, muddy grey

- smell of liquor, messy steps, blurred vision, flood of thoughts, the darkest time of the night, dried streams of tears on your cheeks, your boyfriend’s hand quietly holding yours, but them you have to split ways, walking alone on the dead street, cold wind air hitting your face, but you find comfort in it, you reach home, but you can’t seem to go in; so you sit on the sidewalk, looking down; you hear distant steps; he sits down in the snow next to you; the sky slowly, but surely becomes lighter 

- quiet sadness, deeper understanding of the world, human relationships seem harder, yet simpler, timeless feeling, a sense of maturity

- this song is just a masterpiece. hear me out, i don’t think i would understand this song as well as i do now, if i have listened to it a few years back. I would have been like “oh yeah it’s sad”

-But like. no. It’s not just sad. It’s a song that shows so much maturity and experience with life that first of all, idk how billie is so young and is able to create music like that. Second of all i don’t think anyone else of bts would fit better to it, than jin 

- people tend to overlook his deeper emotions because he tends to distract from them, he always acts “silly” and tells jokes, but i feel like in songs like epiphany and awake we can see that jin really sees the world and his abilities from a much more mature point of view than other members. And i get the same vibe from billie’s song, so i feel like it would fit best for jin. 

So actually this was way longer than i planned, but yeah, this is just strictly my opinion and it was just an idea i had at 3am now, as i said, hope it’s fun to read :))

im off to bed, because i’m so sleep deprived i will start hearing colors soon 

[halfabreath]

write more tonight show with holster!!! my fave holsom au ever

ahhhhh!! i’m so glad you like this au (read the original post first)! sorry this took like five months but i hope you like it!! 

Ransom adjusts his tie for the fifth time in as many minutes, tugging on the smooth fabric until the knot slips through his fingers and hands loosely around his neck. He stares at himself in the mirror, holding his own gaze as his hands go through the familiar motions, looping the material around until it forms a misshapen, lopsided knot. He sighs, shoulders drooping, and drops onto the plush couch, not caring that he’s definitely wrinkling his suit. He’s been in this dressing room a hundred times before either as a guest on Late Night With Adam Birkholtz or as a friend waiting for filming to finish up, but he’s never felt so anxious here before. It’s strange, feeling this way, in this place. The set has become Holster’s second home and wherever Holster is, Ransom is, so it feels like his home, too. He’s warmed up in this dressing room, changed into ridiculous costumes for Holster’s sketches, spent far too many late nights on this very couch with Holster, the crew, and whatever guests wanted to stick around.

Now, though, Ransom’s heart is racing. He can’t get his tie right, his suit is getting wrinkled, and the room is starting to feel smaller and smaller and —

Ransom groans and raises his hands to scrub his palms over his face, stopping just before he makes contact. The light catches on his wedding ring, the gold gleaming in the bright lights. Ransom sighs, feeling the tension drain from his shoulders and back as he turns his hand over, admiring the way the metal shines. It’s still flawless; he’s only owned it five days (the day itself had been a blur of family and friends and last minute fires to put out and Holster, standing under a gorgeous chuppah with the biggest smile on his face, Holster, sliding this ring onto his finger, his voice thick with emotion, Holster, spinning him around the dance floor and dropping him into deeper and deeper dips until Ransom had laughed so hard he’d cried, Holster, pulling him into a coat closet to kiss him desperately, claiming he couldn’t do it properly in front of all their family members).

The door handle twists suddenly, pulling Ransom from his thoughts. He hears Holster before he sees him, his deep, booming laughter ringing through the small room before he has the door open. He’s dressed in his customary suit and tie, hair and makeup styled perfectly because Nursey would never let him go on air looking anything less than pristine, and his broad grin changes to a bemused smile when he sees Ransom laying on the couch, knees hooked over one overstuffed arm with his feet dangling in the middle of the room.

“Good evening, husband.” Holster says, all mock formality as he reaches down to take both of Ransom’s hands. He can’t help but smile as Holster pulls him up until he’s sitting on the couch armrest, both feet back on the ground

“Hi, husband,” Ransom replies, the anchors of his lips raising in a small smile. Holster steps between Ransom’s knees and turns his attention to his untied tie. He tugs the silky material back into place, brow furrowing slightly as he concentrates.

“You doing okay?” Holster asks as he deftly ties a perfect knot. He bats Ransom’s hands away when he tries to adjust it, linking their fingers together so he can’t mess with it.

“Yeah,” Ransom murmurs, tipping his face up as he tugs Holster closer. It’s true, and it’s not. He feels like he could break out into a cold sweat at any minute and he wouldn’t be surprised if his muscles lock up when he tries to stand, but his heart rate has slowed and his breathing is even. He’s only on the cusp of freaking out.

“You sure?” Holster says, leaning in only to sway backwards when Ransom tries to kiss him. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you aren’t completely sure.” His voice is so soft and so warm Ransom’s tempted to pull him down and spend the night curled together on this couch but instead he just shakes his head and pulls Holster back in. He might be on the brink of a meltdown, but not even the threat of becoming a coral reef for the rest of the evening will change his mind. 

“I’m sure. I want people to know about us. I want to dedicate songs to you and brag about you and I want to be able to turn on the TV and see you wearing your wedding ring and yeah, coming out on national television wasn’t ever something I thought I do, but neither was marrying a giant with a head so square it makes mathematicians cry.” He says, lifting Holster’s left hand to his lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. The light catches his ring, too, and it’s somehow more beautiful than the matching one on Ransom’s finger.

(He’s honestly not sure if he’s even wearing the ring Holster slid onto his finger at the ceremony. They’ve had to take their rings off every time they’ve gone outside to keep paparazzi off the scent and they mixed up the identical rings almost immediately. I’m sorry, Rans, Holster said sheepishly after they’d gone to a very public screening of Lardo’s newest movie, both rings cradled in the palm of his huge hand. I was going to keep yours in my right pocket and mine in my left but then I was worried I’d lose them so I put them both in my inside jacket pocket and I was so focused on not losing them I forgot to keep track. They spent the rest of the night switching rings periodically in an attempt to figure out which one fit best, but neither of them could tell the difference.)

Holster grins down at him, the crooked, sappy one he always wears when he’s about to cry. Ransom’s seen that look too many times to count this past week. “Okay, then,” Holster says, swallowing firmly to keep the happy tears at bay because he’s probably the only person in the world who’s deeply touched by chirps thrown into intimate, romantic moments. 

“Buck up, bud.” Ransom says, pushing him back so he has room to stand. Holster takes a step back and grabs Ransom’s blazer, holding it up so he can slip his arms into it. “Don’t make Nursey redo your makeup three minutes before you go on air.” Ransom says to the mirror, watching Holster’s reflection as he straightens his jacket. 

“Okay, okay, I’m good.” Holster wraps his arms around Ransom’s waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder. Ransom watches as Holster presses a quick kiss to his neck, then another on his chin. 

Ransom leans back, trusting Holster to keep him upright. “Promise? You’d better not start crying when you introduce me.” 

“Shut up!” Holster rolls his eyes and lifts his head, too indignant to keep working his way up to Ransom’s lips. He tries to take a step back but Ransom holds his arms in place, keeping them cinched around his waist. 

“I’m just saying! You cry, like, all the time now.” Ransom shoots back, tightening his grip when Holster tries to break free. He hunches over, laughing as Holster lifts him and shakes him until he lets go. Holster spins him around and starts tugging on his suit, straightening out his blazer to make sure it isn’t too wrinkled from the brief tussle. 

“Hey, you married me. You’re stuck with me.” Holster says as both his hands smooth down Ransom’s chest to make sure the fabric behaves. There’s a sharp knock on the door before Dex gives the five minute warning. 

“Yeah, I am.” Ransom murmurs, gently tugging on Holster’s lapels to pull him down for a soft kiss. It’s just a quick brush of lips, a brief moment of reprieve, but when Ransom pulls away Holster smiles down at him and Ransom knows that no matter what happens tonight they’ll still be rock solid. “Let’s go.” He says, giving Holster’s blazer one last tug to pull it into place before they walk out onto the bustling set, hand in hand. 

[vladfad]

Coffee Ground-Zero

This is another fart fetish story I wrote a while ago, it is a sequel to my previous story, and contains some scat. I don’t think it’s aged too well, but then again it’s my most faved story on DA so... Maybe that’s just me being harsh on myself. Hope you enjoy.

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*BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!* "Urgh..." Kristi felt her joints creek as she awoke from her slumber. Her eyes slowly opened to find she was not in the comfort of her bed, but was indeed lying fully clothed on her sofa. She glanced at her TV set. She must have fallen asleep watching that Political Documentary about British Parliament and society in the 60's to the 90's. She had planned to write an article on it. But instead, she saw the open DVD case for Megadeth's Live show, Rude Awakening. Fuck, Kristi thought, I need to stop procrastinating and watch that documentary... Maybe tonight. *BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!* "Dammit... Stupid alarm..." Kristi gazed at the alarm clock at the other side of the room. She must have brought into the main living area in case she fell asleep. She reached down and pulled a pillow she was sat on from under herself. *FWOOOO-CRASH!* Kristi sent the pillow spiraling through the air. It hit the alarm and switched it off, but also knocked it onto the ground. She sighed, glad the alarm was no longer pestering her. She glanced around the room, noticing a few things lying around from last night. Se noticed 4 empty bottles of Doom Bar beer on the coffee table. That explains the headache... She then noticed a box of pizza next to her on the sofa. There was still a third left in the box. It's not like me to eat less than one pizza... Kristi then looked at the cardboard disposal box, where two pizza boxes were stored. That makes more sense. Swinging her legs off of the sofa, she went to tidy away the bottles and put the pizza box on the dining table. Kristi then grabbed the alarm clock off of the floor and returned it to the bedroom. The last thing to put back was the cushion. Out of curiosity, she held the pillow up to her nose and sniffed deep. Mmmm, meat-feast~, she thought. She must have been ripping ass in her sleep. She chucked it back over onto the sofa. Kristi pulled her phone out of her pocket. 1 new message, the screen read. Kristi unlocked her phone and checked the message. It was from Laura. Kristi blushed. She'd met Laura 2 days ago at the mall. Laura had gotten briefly stuck in a lift with Kristi, and had seemed desperate for the toilet (She'd mentioned something about lactose intolerance, Kristi could relate). Kristi did the noble thing and cleared the nearest bathroom with a powerful, potent release. One thing lead to another, and now the two were... Dating? Kristi wasn't quite sure. Despite feeling sympathetic for her, she hardly knew Laura. Kristi opened the message. Laura: Got the day off. Do U want 2 get coffee? Mall 4 lunch? Kristi smiled. She was glad she didn't have to initiate the first date. She always felt awkward asking out of nowhere, Hey, do you want to go out? Get something to eat, stuff ourselves silly, get kinky? Even just now, she was starting to take her offer too far. She swiftly moved her fingers across the touchscreen. Kristi: Ok. See you soon xx Rrrrrrrrbbbbrrrrrrlllllrrrrggggrrrr... Kristi looked down at her stomach as it rumbled ominously. She hadn't gone to the toilet this morning. Prrrr-rrruuummmblllrrrrvvvrr...! Out of Kristi's jeans rumbled a 5 second bubbler. Kristi was about to make her way to the bathroom, but then remembered something. "I've been wearing these clothes the past 3 or four days. These need cleaning..." A thought then occurred to Kristi. "If they're going in the wash anyway...~" She walked into her bedroom and grabbed her full-body mirror. She wheeled it into the bathroom. She locked the bathroom door (She wasn't sharing the apartment with anyone, but just to be on the safe side) and looked at herself in the mirror she'd wheeled in. God, I look a wreck... Kristi thought. Her hair was ruffled and untidy (It wasn't the tidiest normally, but she'd usually brush it.), she had vague streaks of pizza sauce around her mouth, there was a slice of pepperoni on her shirt, and her jeans had slid down a little, revealing the cleft of her butt. She quickly washed her face and ate the bit of pepperoni. Now, back to business... RRRUUURrrrrGllRRRRGGGRRRRROORGGGRR...! Kristi felt her stomach moan as a cramp seized her mid-drift. She fought the urge to pull down her jeans. BRRRR-ruurrrrrrmmmmmBBBBBRRRRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRRRrrrvvvvvvvvvvvrrlllrrrbbplrbplrpt! A nauseatingly wet fart bubbled out from her rear, fluctuating in tone as it tried to push out more than just gas. Kristi had had accidents before (Usually after a Mexican or curry. One time was after stuffing herself on Christmas day. Her and her mum had a bit of a contest of who could hold their meal in the longest. Kristi had won, but as her mum was the one who got to the toilet on Boxing day Kristi didn't see herself as much of a winner), some of which she did deliberately (She'd gone through a phase of public "accidents"), but she'd often wore cheap leggings for those. They allowed the bulge to be seen easier and just felt easier to crap in. They also stained easily, which was a bonus. Kristi had never had an accident in jeans (Which was strange because of how often she wore them). She owned 3 identical pairs, so even if she ruined one she could just alternate between the remaining two. Kristi turned to look at her butt in the mirror, at a profile view. Kristi was appreciative of her look, she was glad with the proportions of her body. Her butt stuck out just enough and had a nice curve to it. It also looked visibly fairly soft, and she loved how it looked in jeans. She had found herself envious of other girls (Most recently Laura - her butt looked so doughy), but when she thought about it she wouldn't trade out her body for anybody else. Kristi cupped her buttcheeks lightly, as if weighing them. She loved the weight they had in her hands. Prrrlllrrrrrrrffffffffbbbrrfff! A shorter, airy fart made its way out of her backside. Its tone implied something more was on its way. Kristi pushed harder. Prrrrffff-BLLLRRPT-PRRRSH-CRRRCKLE! The initial fart was airy like before, but soon exploded into a bubbly fart. Changing again, the fart became far more moist and soft crackling was heard from her jeans. Kristi glanced an herself in the mirror - her face had gone bright red, from half embarrassment and half arousal. She glanced at her butt in the mirror, looking at the slight bulge her turd was making against the back of her jeans. BBRRRBBBRRRRRFFFLLLLLRRRRAAPT-SPPLLLRRRSHHHCHLLLRRRPLLLLLLLLURRRRCHH! Kristi followed through on the log, with a loud bubbling shart accompanying it. With the floodgates open, a stream of logs and mushy faecal matter filled her jeans, creating a wet slapping sound as it all poured out. It was runnier than Kristi had been anticipating (Although she should have seen it coming - she'd often get the runs after a night of drinking), but it wasn't going to seep through her panties. BvvvvrrrrrBBLLLLLRRRUUUUMMMMPPT! As if emphasising the end of her accident, a bubbly fart burst out, muffled by the mess. Kristi was moaning to herself; just from having the immense, smelly brown sludge in her jeans, she was getting off. She didn't even need to touch herself to bring around a climax, it was that intense. "Phew..." Was all Kristi could manage after standing in her load for about 20 seconds. She carefully unzipped her Jeans, and slowly pulled them down. She looked in between her legs and almost swooned at the thick gloopy mess. She could feel some of it stuck inside her buttcrack as well. To most it would have been an unpleasant feeling. Not to Kristi. Remembering what she was doing, she took off her jeans. There was a brown skid-mark on the inside of the jeans. As far as she could tell, it wasn't visible from the outside. Even still, she tried to wipe away some of the residue from the inside, and then put her jeans into the washing basket in the corner. She glanced back down at her panties - they were barely holding under the weighty load. They were white briefs, although needless to say they were no longer as white as they once were. In reality, they had already had a brown stain from the last time Kristi had worn them, and a fart had become a little too wet. Surprisingly, most of her underwear stayed clean. This was due to Kristi having decent control over her bowels, and whenever she wore leggings for deliberate accidents she went commando. The same could not be said for the smell of most of her underwear. Deciding that her briefs had just seen their final days, she carefully took the filled panties and dropped them into the toilets. *SPLOOSH!* "Right... I should probably shower." Kristi said to herself. She glanced at her bare ass in the mirror - it was pretty filthy. She took off her t-shirt and chucked it into the washing basket with her jeans. She then went to remove her bra, only then realising she must have taken it off last night to make herself comfier, because she wasn't wearing it now. She stepped into the shower and started running the water. She personally preferred baths (bubbles were fun), but a bath would just leave her sitting in shit tainted water, which was hardly useful for becoming clean. She grabbed some shower gel and put herself under the running shower head. "AH! That's cold!" Kristi jumped. She started blushing - she didn't like being caught off guard. She was rarely caught off guard, but when she was she'd always feel really embarrassed. She'd been surprised into farting before, and unlike farting of her own volition she derived no pleasure from it. Kristi shook it off and turned up the hot tap a bit. She went back into the now-warm stream of water. She washed away all visible residue of her accident before getting some shampoo and washing her hair. Heh, shampoo, Kristi thought immaturely. After applying the shampoo, she moved on to the shower gel and started rubbing it over her body. Suds started to form on her sleek, wet skin. She took particular care to clean her crack to make sure she was absolutely clean. She also made sure her thighs were also thoroughly cleaned, in case anything had dripped down. Prrrrblllllllvvvvvrrrpt! A bubbling fart eased out from between Kristi's buttcheeks. It scattered a few bubbles in its wake. --- Once Kristi had dried off, she went to her drawers. From the first drawer she pulled a pair of black briefs and a matching black bra. She grabbed a new pair of jeans from the next drawer down. Next, she walked to her clean t-shirt pile at the other end of the room. She picked up the first shirt. It was a black shirt with a big, red circular logo on the front. The shirt read 'Queensrÿche' at the top of the circle, and 'Rage For Order' at the bottom. The band's logo was at the centre of the circle, with a backdrop of the planet behind it. "This'll do," Kristi stated simply. She pulled the shirt down over her head. It fit fine, if a little snug around the chest. Kristi walked out of her room, and back to her dining table. She hadn't forgotten the 1/3 of pizza she'd failed to eat last night. Pizza for breakfast. How posh,Kristi thought sarcastically. She sat down at the table and grabbed the first slice. It was cold, sure, but it was still pizza. The first slice didn't last long at all, and soon enough she had the final slice in her hand. But first, she leaned to the side. BBBRRRRRRUUUUUuuuuuuummmmmmvvvvvvvllLLLLLRRRRRRRRPPT! Even after recently emptying her bowels, she was already brewing more gas. It hardly surprised her. "Man, pizza's the best. Dairy andGluten? Meat and chili peppers? What could go wrong?" Kristi said to herself. BLLAARPT! BRRRBBT! Kristi released two shorter bursts of gas as she finished off the final slice. She then threw away the cardboard box and made her way to the bathroom. She washed her face and brushed her teeth. She then applied some blue lipstick and some light eyeshadow. Kristi didn't like using make up that much (It always wiped off one way or another) but she liked the shade of blue, and she was going on a date. Why not? Satisfied, she grabbed her phone and jacket and made her way to the bus stop. On her way, she texted: Kristi: Just left apartment. See you in 10. --- Laura checked her phone, which had just chimed with a new message. It was Kristi. When she read it, her heart sank a little. Laura had gotten ready earlier in that day. She wore black leggings (Which she had noticed were a little tight, looking slightly transparent), and a cyan t-shirt. She preferred t-shirts, but had to wear button-up shirts for her office job (And on occasion, a pencil skirt if there were a board meeting). She'd put on some red lipstick and mascara, and had her hair let down at full length. She was just about to go into the car, but... RRRRRUUUUUURRRRRMMMMMBBBLLLLrrrrrrrgggrrrrrrrllllllrrrrrr...! She'd been cut off. In the rush to make sure she was ready she'd neglected to empty her bowels. She had two options: Say she'd be late, or try to hold her load for however long their date would be. She glanced at her phone, contemplating how she should reply. "Mmmmmm..." She moaned in discomfort as her stomach groaned again. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure she looked fine. In truth, most people would have said she looked drop-dead sexy, but Laura was always self conscious of her look, especially the slight gut she'd been developing over the years. It was due to her office job - she was far less active than she had been. She looked back at her phone. Fuck it, she thought. Laura: On my way now. See you then xx She grabbed her house keys and car key, and left her home. She made her way to her car. It wasn't anything special, but it was perfectly functional to drive. She unlocked the driver-side door (On the right side in the UK), and stepped in. Shutting the door, Laura blushed as she leaned to the side. BRRRRRRUUUUUUUMMMMBBLLLLLL-PPPRRRRRUUUMMMMVVVVVLLLRRRRPT! A monstrous, rumbling fart blasted out of her back-side, vibrating the seat, her butt, and even the car itself. Laura flushed red as the burning odour of spice and landfill filled the car alarmingly quickly. Laura gagged on the powerful wind which had just broke free from her. "Oooooh, why now? Why does it have to smell so bad?" Laura had already farted in front of Kristi, but that wasn't the point! She wanted to make a decent first... Well, second impression. She wanted to actually get to know Kristi, and for Kristi to know her. How was she supposed to do that if she kept ripping ass? But even still, the reason Laura had given her phone number to Kristi was because she didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, she seemed just as gassy as Laura. She figured she couldn't let someone so... sympathetic of her condition leave her life without a chance of knowing her. PLLLRRRRVVVVBBBT! As Laura put the key into the ignition, another bubbly fart rumbled into the seat. --- Kristi was on the bus, about 5 minutes left in the journey, when she checked her phone. There was a response from Laura. She decided not to reply, on account that they'd be at the coffee shop shortly. She wasn't alone on the bus today - there was a young couple sat further ahead, and a lone man sat across from Kristi. Rrrruurrrrgggllllllll... Kristi flushed with red. The growl in her stomach was just audible over the hum of the bus engine. It didn't sound too intense, so Kristi wasn't worried, but she did get a glance from the man sat across from her. GGRRRRUUUUURRRGGLLLRRRRRRR...! Kristi shifted awkwardly in her chair as another cramp seized her torso. "Hey, are you okay?" The man to her left had shifted over a bit to ask if she was doing fine. While Kristi appreciated the concern, she didn't like the attention. It would make trying to relieve herself covertly difficult. "Uh, yeah thanks." She whispered her reply. Prrrrrr-rrrrrrrrrrrsssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhssssssssssssssssssssssssssss...! Kristi froze, completely rigid with embarrassment. The beginning of the fart purred out, and then tailed off into a silent hiss. It had caught her by surprise. Judging from the heat that the fart generated, it was going to be smelly - no doubt the gurgling from her stomach would undeniably give her away as the source of the smell. Kristi had to resist coughing when she caught wind of her fart - it smelled awful! With morbid curiosity she turned to the man sat across from her. He... His face had gone red. His legs were crossed over and looking out the window with what seemed to be guilt. Was he... Was he turned on? Kristi hadn't ever met anybody else with a fart fetish, and while Kristi wasn't into guys, she had to find out for certain. So she leaned to the side... BRRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRRrrrrrrrmmmmmpt! The couple at the front of the bus looked, in surprise, right at Kristi. Kristi couldn't face them. They knew it was her. There was no question. No, instead Kristi was focused on the reaction of the man. His gaze was transfixed on Kristi, his face was a picture of surprise and arousal. Kristi, when the couple was no longer looking at her, stepped across to sit next to the guy. There was sweat running down his forehead. She merely mentioned one simple word: "KC_Fart_blog97" The guy faced her in surprise. He whispered "What did you say?" "You heard. Do you know of her?" The man continued blushing. Clearly, this girl knew about his fetish by how he reacted, "Yeah, I follow her blog. W-Why do you ask?" Kristi smirked. "You're sat next to her~" The man stammered, "Wha-!? Bu- Really?" They were both in a hushed tone so that the couple ahead of them didn't eavesdrop on their conversation. He then collected his thoughts, "What does the KC stand for?" He honestly couldn't believe he was having this conversation with someone he'd... Enjoyed the stories of, to put it delicately. "Don't tell anyone, but my name's Kristi Cooke." Kristi responded. Out of curiosity, she then asked "What's your online profile?" The man looked confused, "I thought you weren't interested in guys?" Kristi shrugged. "I'm not, but it's always nice to meet a fan. Besides, I'm on my way to a date now." He nodded. "Right... It's um, it's QuantumX. But my real name's Mike." Kristi recognised the user name. "Hey, you're the one who always leaves really nice comments." Mike scratched the back of his head. "It's nothing, really. Your stories are always captivating." "Thanks, dude." Kristi stood up and pressed the stop button. "This is where I leave you. Maybe we could keep in touch? Not in a 'dating' way, but it was nice talking to ya. Always nice to meet someone with similar... interests." "H-Hope to see you around." Mike managed to mutter. He was practically on cloud 9 right now. Kristi turned to the front of the bus. Just before leaving, she pushed a little... Prrrrrllllllrrrrrpt! Kristi could barely contain a giggle as she let the small, bubbly fart go. Mike's reaction was priceless. As the bus pulled up to the mall, Kristi headed off of the bus and went inside. --- BRRRRRLLLLLRRRRBBBBBPPT! PLLLLUUURRRRRBBBBLLLLLRRRRVVMMMMBBBPT! MMMMBBBBBLLLLRRRRRRAAAPPPRRRRRRBBLLRT! "Shit," Was all Laura could say as she pulled into a parking space. She had been farting almost non-stop in the car, and she still didn't feel relieved. She had hoped to get all of her gas out before the date, but it was clear that wasn't going to happen. She just hoped she could hold her farts in while getting coffee and having lunch. Or, at the very least, for Kristi not to mind her being gassy. She sort of knew Kristi would be okay with it, but she really didn't want to burden her with her constant gas. PHHHHUUURRRRBbbbllllrrr...! Laura prematurely cut off another fart which had made an attempt to part her cheeks. She clenched, to make sure she could control her gas. Hesitantly, she opened the car door. The rush of air as the putrid fumes left the car was quite startling, the warm air heavily contrasted with the cool breeze of the outside. After locking up her car, she made the approach to the main mall building. GggggrrrrrrUUUUrrrrrrrmmmmmbbbbllllrrrrrrr...! Her stomach groaned almost visibly under her light-blue shirt. Laura tentatively kneaded her stomach like a baker would knead dough (albeit more subtly, and one handed). She got a couple of glances from some people passing her. As if she wasn't self conscious enough, the stares were making her blush even more. She walked through the automatic doors and made her way down a stairwell. I'm not chancing the lift again... She stepped out onto the lowest floor in the mall: it was used for quite a few cafes and clothes stores. Laura spotted a shock of green hair from the crowd, and locked eye contact with Kristi. Laura suddenly felt like all the trouble was worth it just to see Kristi smile at her. She didn't see any look of doubt on Kristi's face - any look that said "Should I really date this girl who farted in the elevator?", no sign of second thoughts, no worries. It was refreshing to see someone who respected who she was, and who she could be comfortable around. She'd had her fair share of girlfriends in her life, but Kristi seemed... different. The circumstances on which they'd met couldn't have been coincidence - they were both gassy, and Kristi didn't mind Laura farting. Laura didn't mind Kristi's farts either, but mainly because Laura was used to her own brand. It had to be fate that they'd met. So far they were almost like a match made in heaven... But she was getting ahead of herself. She hardly knew Kristi, which is why she'd arranged the date. "Hi! It's good to see you again, after... y'know." Laura said, trailing off at the end of the sentence. "Heh, how could I forget? Should we go get a table?" Kristi spoke with such confidence, and nonchalance, despite alluding to their embarrassing meeting. Laura loved it; she didn't have to worry around her. They came to the back of the queue of the coffee shop. It was a short line, so Laura hurriedly checked the cooling area for a sandwich. She grabbed a BLT, while Kristi grabbed a Bacon+Brie Panini. They stood together in line and soon enough ordered their coffee. Kristi ordered hers with regular milk, whilst Laura ordered hers with soy milk. They found a table for two in the corner of the cafe and sat down across from each other. "Um, I didn't want to say anything..." Laura spoke in a hushed tone, "But I... Well, you ordered your coffee with regular milk..." Kristi blushed. Force of habit, she supposed. How was she going to explain this one? "Oh, yeah... I sometimes get my order wrong..." Laura looked concerned. "Do you want me to change the order? I could go and as-" "N-No, it's fine, really. I can cope." Laura looked surprised. "Really? But you said you were lactose intolerant..." Kristi shrugged. "I'm also gluten intolerant, but I don't let it stop me eating what I want." Laura's face was perplexed. "Why would you put yourself through that?" "Honestly? I'd rather handle the side effect than restrict my diet. Although, I do often avoid regular milk for coffee. Guess it slipped my mind today." Laura nodded. "I guess I can understand that. I take it your lactose intolerance is less... Severe than mine?" "Honestly, it's never been as much as a problem for me." A waitress came over with a tray. She placed down each of the drinks to the girls, and also gave Kristi her panini. "Enjoy!", the waitress said before walking away. Laura watched the waitress's butt wiggle as she walked away. She blushed, looking back at Kristi. She had a wry grin on her face. "Were you checking out the waitress?" She asked, clearly amused. "N-No! Well... Maybe...?" Laura blushed, clearly flustered. They'd barely held a conversation and Laura's eyes were drifting. She felt so guilty! Could Kristi forgive her for it? Had she already blown their relationship?! "Heh, yeah she is pretty cute. Probably straight though." Kristi's answer surprised Laura. She'd been expecting to apologise, but instead Kristi didn't mind... Dammit, Laura! You're an anxious wreck! Calm down, you're doing fine. The details of Kristi's response then set in. "...How can you tell she's straight?" Laura questions. Kristi nodded towards the counter. Laura turned around, to see the waitress snogging her male colleague. "O-Oh, that's pretty concrete evidence..." Kristi smirked, "Yeah, but at least she's nice to look at. So... What do you do as a job?" Laura perked up "Well, I work at the Fjoremann Industries building just up the road as a secretary. It pays quite well actually. What do you do?" Kristi sipped her coffee. "I'm a freelance journalist and author." Laura took a bite from her sandwich. "Really?! What genres do you like?" Kristi mulled it over. She couldn't very well say she wrote fart fetish stories on the internet. So she decided to instead say: "I mainly write fantasy. Magic, dragons, that kind of thing." Laura nodded. The conversation went on discussing their jobs, hobbies, and making their way through their lunch. Eventually, both girls had finished, and both girls were just maintaining conversation. It was all going well, until... RRrrrruuuuuugggglllrrrrrruuuuummmmbbllllrrrr...! Laura flushed bright red. Part way through Kristi talking about her book that she was writing, an ominous gurgle emitted from her stomach. Kristi tilted her head concerned. "Are you okay, Laura?" Prrrrrrrrrrffffffffvvvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrbbbbllllllrrrrrr...! The release was barely audible over the bustle of the cafe and the mall, but Kristi could feel it lightly rumble the chair. Laura started sweating, embarrassed that she had farted in public. The smell started to permeate the air. It was a distinct dairy odour. "Uhm, are you sure we had the right coffee? I need to... go." Kristi blushed. She hadn't really noticed a difference in her coffee taste, but the smell was definitely spoiled milk, there was no denying. And now Laura was desperate for the toilet, that meant there date would soon be over. Unless... "To be honest, I'm feeling a bit bubbly myself." Kristi said quietly. If Laura was going to use the public toilets, Kristi sure as hell wasn't going to miss out. Besides, she wasn't lying - her stomach did feel pretty bloated, it was only a matter of when she'd drop her load. Not if. Laura stood up. "I'm going to use the bathroom. I'd ask if you'd want to come with, but it may get a bit-" "Laura, really. I don't mind it. Besides, it's not like you'll be the only one dropping bombs." The two girls left the coffee shop and made their way up the stairwell. Laura had lead the way as she was more desperate (And also because Kristi was hoping to be caught downwind of Laura). As they started to climb the steps, Kristi started to notice Laura slow down a bit. She had a hand on her stomach. BrrrrrrrrrlllllllrrrrrRRRRRRRRRPPPPPRRRRRRLLLLLVVVVVVVRRRRT! Kristi's hair ruffled from the force at which the fart escaped from Laura. "Eep! Sorry! It jus-" "Don't worry, just keep moving." They reached the top of the stairwell and headed towards the toilets. Once inside, they noticed that the toilets were packed. The cubicles were all full. Kristi sighed. "Should I-" BBBLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRVVVRRRRRRRRPPPPPPMMMMMMRRRRRRRRLLLLLLRRRRRUUUUMMMMMMMPPLLRRVVT! Kristi turned in shock as Laura ripped a disturbingly wet, bubbly fart. It droned on for well over a minute. During this time, everyone occupying the toilets rushed out in shock and disgust. Kristi could only watch dumbfounded at the truly monstrous fart. She tried hard not to grin to broadly, but she couldn't help it. It was so hot! Before the explosion ended, Laura was already making her way to a stall. Kristi took the stall next to Laura's. BLLRRT! BRRUMPT! PRRRVVVRRRLLT! Kristi listened to Laura's farts as she tried pulling down her leggings. They were fragmented and desperate. PLLRRVVT! MMMBLAPT! rrrrrRRRRMMMMBLRT! Out of Kristi's own butt came several farts of her own as she unzipped her jeans. It didn't feel like long ago she'd been pooping herself, and now she was on her second dump of the day. Their butts hit their porcelain seats at the same time. PPPRRRRRRRVVVVVLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRR-CRRRRCLLRRRRRPPPPSHHHLLLLUUUURRRRRBBBLLLLLLRRRRRRRBBLLRRR! Brrrrrrooooo-RRRRRRRLLLLRRRmmmmbbbRRRRVVV-CLRRRCCRRRRRLLLRRRRRR! Thick, gloopy diarrhea poured out of Laura like a volcanic eruption, while out of Kristi came a series of chunky, soft brown logs. Both bowel movements dropped into the bowls at alarming rates, but Laura's was by far more violent. PllllrrrrRRRRRRRRRBBBLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-PLOPLLRRRSHBBRRRRT! BRRrrrrUUUrrrrruuummbllrrrrrrrvvvvt! Laura's stream of shit continued, while Kristi worked on relieving some of her pent-up gas. The smell in the toilet was truly horrendous. "How're you holding up, Laura?" Kristi asked through her fart. "I'm fine, I'm more worried about the toilet. I think I've got one more bout in me..." BBBRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRRSHHHHHRRRRRBBBRRRRPPPPT! A final round of thick sludge dropped from Laura's backside. The girls wiped up, and Kristi had a quick chance to admire her dump before flushing it. It had blocked out all the water in the bowl, and was in sloppy mounds. Not wanting to linger too long, she pulled the flush. After some grumbling from the drains, the evidence of the movement was gone, save for the smell and the skidmarks on the side of the bowl. Kristi exited and washed her hands. She noticed Laura was still in her cubicle. "Hey, are you alright?" "HUH?! Oh, uh, one slight problem... the toilet's clogged..." Laura was totally mortified at the mess she had made. The bowl was just below overflowing point with copious amounts of brown, liquid shit. It was a spectacle as much as it was embarrassing. "Well, just leave it Laura, just leave it to the cleaners. There's nothing you can do about it here." Laura guiltily exited her cubicle, unable to look Kristi in the eyes. She washed her hands and swiftly exited. Kristi followed her girlfriend outside, where she saw her sat on a bench, head in hands. "Laura..." Kristi was at a loss for words. She sat down next to her. "Hey, come one, talk to me Laura..." Laura looked up at Kristi, tears falling from her eyes, making her makeup run. She sobbed in Kristi's arms. "I blew it! I totally fucked up our date! It was all going fine, and then I messed it all up with my FUCKING lactose intolerance, and I'm totally embarrassed! I'm a wreck, I'm a FAILURE!" Kristi was totally speechless. Holding Laura in her arms, she held her close and whispered: "But I'm still here, babe..." Laura looked up at Kristi. Her face was totally unreadable. All Laura knew was that being held in the comfort of Kristi's arms was the best she'd felt in a long time, and yet still the worst. "How can you still want to be with me after- after-" "Laura... I love you. That's how. You feel embarrassed, like life couldn't get any worse. You hate yourself. I know, because I've been there. And I know what it's like to be judged and loathed for who you are. Laura, I've never told a girlfriend this before... But I'm always anxious. Always jittery. But, from experience and years of anxiety, I've learned to ignore those feelings. Laura, I'm going to come clean about something personal to me. Are you okay with knowing?" Laura had calmed down. She saw the vulnerability in Kristi's eyes, as if what she was about to say was difficult to come to terms with. "Go ahead." Kristi took a deep breath. "The thing is... I have a fart fetish. I didn't want to tell you because it makes me seem shallow - like the only reason I'm dating you is because you fart. But that's not true. The truth is, I really enjoyed our date today, and I want to keep seeing you. But I understand if you don't like the idea of me having an attraction to your far-" Kristi was cut off mid sentence. Laura was now lip-locked and tongue tied in a kiss with Kristi. It was a passionate yet sombre kiss. The couple fell into it, lasting for several seconds. As far as they cared, the moment could have lasted forever.