#just another project to pocket away for now ig

[todayisafridaynight]

can i remind you guys of my Masumi Is Daigo’s Upteenth Father propaganda because i think they could pretty girls together <- this sounds insane but i swear this makes sense read my tags boy

[dovveri]

save your love

synopsis: y/n is susie in allie x & mitski's susie save your love song - if u dont know it go listen :P (but also u dont have to lol synopsis is y/n calls bsf sana drunk and sad and angry abt her bf and you don't know that sana is in love with you)

warnings: cursing, sexual harassment, alcohol, slight cheating, gonn repeat sexual harassment bcs its there and its potentially triggering so err on the side of caution and dont read if ur worried - take care🙏

w/c: 3.7k

a/n: still not over the fact that sana used susie save your love in that one ig post like wdym ur a mitski - qpoc ICON - listener and u post a song abt how u wish ur bsf would leave her dumb bf and be w u instead - a quintessential wlw experience like HELLO???? i also think i projected a liiiiiiil bit accidentally maybe im so sorry but writing this shit works better than therapy ngl

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"y/n where the fuck are you."

you're cursing as you almost drop your drink, phone between your ear and shoulder.

"i dunnoooo one of marshall's friends' places i think. he was supposed to be my ride home but i can't find himmmmmm."

sana's already got her keys in her hand, heading out towards her car, cursing under her breath, "can you share your location with me sweetie? or is there anyone else there that you know?"

you look around at the various stragglers in the living room either smoking, high out of their minds, or completely passed out. loud music, bass thumping hurting your head as you feel the vibrations shoot up your body. "mmmmm noooo but-"

"hey! marshall's girl right?" a deep voice comes over the phone and sana squints to try and make out what's going on, unlocking her car and turning her engine on.

"y/n? hey y/n you still there?"

"mm yeah sana sorry one sec- you guys know where marshall is?"

"think i saw him headed home with someone in the passenger seat, thought that was you cutie."

"someone else? huh?"

"you doing okay? you look a little pale let's get you upstairs in the bathroom yeah?"

"w-wait no-" sana can make out multiple voices talking to you and a little scuffle as you drop your phone, voices fading.

"fuck!" she's about to call your boyfriend marshall and demand for your address when she sees you were able to start sharing your location with her. she sets it into her navigation app and starts speeding to the destination.

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"umm guys where are we going? i don't think marshall's up here..."

"oh don't worry babygirl. marshall's our best friend he's okay with whatever we wanna do."

"mm okay but like- what are we doing? if we're singing you guys have to know i suck at karaoke so don't laugh."

the three guys holding you up laugh, "nah nah baby we're just gonna get you cleaned up a little before marshall comes to pick you up okay?"

"oh okay~ mmm wait where's my phone? i was just talking to my best friend-" you start to fumble for your pockets while the guys lead you into a dim room.

they shut the door and close in on you, you’re still cluelessly looking for your phone when one guy starts kissing you, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

"w-wait! what are you doing?!"

he's pushing you onto a bed and climbing on top of you kissing your neck while the others slip your top off and unbutton your jeans. "shhh we're just cleaning you up like we said. want you to be nice and ready for marshall right?"

"no what-"

the door slams open and sana's there, breathing heavily from clambering over the steps.

"get the fuck away from her."

the guys exchange annoyed looks when the one who was at your jeans stands up and walks towards sana, "you the best friend? you're welcome to join us if you'd like." he's pulling on her hand and dragging her towards you.

she doesn't give him another second, yanking him back and bringing a knee up into his crotch, letting him fall to the side groaning as she rushes towards you.

you realise belatedly she's got her phone out and the flashlight on as you squint, trying to make out her face.

"get the fuck off her right fucking now. i've got all you shits on camera and the cops on speed dial."

the two guys glance at each other, looking like they want to pull a fight but then they're cursing and moving away, picking up their friend off the floor and stumbling out the door.

her flashlight turns off, and you feel her tugging your clothes back into place before lifting you bridal-style and carrying you out, down the stairs, and into the passenger seat of her car.

you watch hazily as she paces around outside for a few minutes on the phone with someone, stopping to snap a picture of the house and then hanging up and getting into the car, slamming the door close.

you flinch at the sound, shrinking into your seat, pulling the jacket she's draped over you closer.

she starts the engine and pulls out wordlessly.

you don't dare speak yet, letting the soft hum of the engine and the late night radio music fill the silence as you listen to her heavy breaths slow down.

finally she sighs and glances over at you, "what would you have done if i didn't show up y/n?" her voice is gentle, it always was with you.

you can't look at her, tears welling up in your eyes as you stare out the window, shrugging in response.

she's frowning, "did they manage to do anything to you? are you okay? do we need to get you to a hospital?"

you're shaking your head, the movement making you dizzy, feeling gross in your own skin as you pick at your nails. "can you take me to marshall's? i don't wanna talk about this right now." you're voice is croaky when you speak, on the verge of tears.

sana grips the wheel hard at your request, instead, pulling over on the side of the empty road and putting the car in park.

you sigh exasperatedly, "sana please i just said i don't want to talk about this right now."

"that's fine but if you think i'm taking you to that asshole's house then you've got to be fucking kidding me y/n."

you turn your head to look at her then, her eyes are dark with barely concealed rage, fists clenched so tight her knuckles were turning white. you falter under her gaze, "he's not an asshole."

she scoffs then, "are you fucking serious? what kinda boyfriend takes you to his rapist friends' house then leaves with another girl without so much as a text. it should be enough proof he’s a dick that he's even friends with those assholes." she spits.

and you can't help it, you start sobbing uncontrollably.

"oh shit y/n i didn't- i'm sorry-" she's shuffling around trying to get around the console, and you sob even louder at her outstretched hand, careful and wanting to comfort you but making sure you were okay being touched first.

you're diving into her arms and then she's all there. pulling you into her lap and adjusting the position of her seat so you can squeeze in between the wheel and her torso. soft hands running through your hair shooshing and whispering gently into you ear. arm wrapped tightly around your waist while your face is buried in her chest, heaving and letting out your disgust.

she never stops running her fingers through your hair, letting your sobs wrack your body, hearts beating in tandem as she just holds you.

eventually, your sobs reside to sniffles and you feel a little silly, rubbing your eyes onto the material of her betty boop pyjama shirt.

she's still combing fingers through you hair, rubbing your back lightly, and laying soft kisses along the side of your face, resting her forehead against the top of your head and breathing you in softly.

"i-i'm-" your voice cracks as you try to speak up weakly but she hushes you quickly.

"we don't have to talk if you don't want to. we can stay here for as long as you want. i'm not going anywhere."

you feel your eyes well up again, but you swallow it down, speaking up after clearing your throat, "i'm sorry-" your voice cracks again, almost breaking, "i'm sorry you had to see me like that."

you feel her lifting her head off yours and looking at you in disbelief, mouth open and about to protest but you put a finger to her lips, still not able to look at her.

"no let me finish. you were right. i had no idea what i'd have done if you didn't come. i'm sorry that you did have to come. i'm just so sorry for fucking up sana. if i'd- if i hadn't got so drunk maybe, or if i'd followed marshall home-"

she licks the finger on her lips and you yelp, looking at her out of reaction and cringing, wiping the finger on her shoulder in faux disgust.

she chuckles, "can i talk yet?"

you nod shyly, "as long as you don't lick me again." avoiding her eyes.

she's smiling and a hand is on your cheek, brushing the skin there gently and you can't help but lean into the touch.

"y/n... you don't have to apologise for anything. i'm sorry if i made you feel like you did. but i don't care about all of that. i'm just grateful i was there, if anything, i'm angry at myself for not being there sooner." you look at her as she takes a shaky breath in, eyes wet, "but you have to know none of that was your fault. there's no what if. it was no one's fault but the guys who decided to take advantage of you while you were drunk."

you're crying again, head in your hands, "n-no but- like i know that but i just- like i trusted them. i trusted them because they were meant to be marshall's friends and i trusted marshall."

she's rubbing her hands at your lower back, "that doesn't make it your fault for trusting them. they broke that trust the moment they started thinking of you in a way they shouldn't have. you can't blame yourself for something like that y/n."

"i just feel so gross sana. i can't stop thinking about how their hands felt on me, and i want to scrub off every bit of them."

she's clutching your waist, anger building up again, "i'll fucking kill them."

you let out a choked laugh, "yeah? you and your 163 centimetres? against three buff gym rats?" you poke the skin at her arms, "with these muscles i assume?" (it was SO funny and adorable in the ready to be tw-log finale ep when jeongyeon was poking at sana saying how she has zero arm muscles)

she's pulling away from you with a pout and a whine on her lips before her gaze darkens and she says somberly, "i have a car."

you laugh seriously then, a big hearty laugh as your head falls to her shoulder, and she's whining and trying to pull you up. you're so grateful for her.

eventually you come up, wiping at your eyes and catching your breath, "well i'm glad i have someone who'd commit manslaughter for me."

she's pouting adorably and you get a sudden rush of want, and you blush, scrambling away, wondering why the fuck you just thought about how easy it'd be to kiss the pout off your best friend's lips.

sana's confused and pulling you back into her, "what's wrong? where’re you going?"

you come up with the quickest excuse you can think of, "gonna puke."

she yelps and quickly opens the car door, almost falling out in her rush to avoid being covered in sick. you're out the door in seconds, heaving in the fresh air and shivering slightly at the cold, hoping it'll at least cool down the heat in your cheeks.

then you're giggling, and then laughing again, turning back to face her look of disgust. her face morphs as she watches you though, and soon enough she's doubled over laughing as well.

to anyone driving past, you'd both look insane, laughing at absolutely nothing. but to you, you've never felt more free, more relieved. you're safe, and okay, and you're favourite person in the whole world is here with you. you collapse onto the hood of her car, and she follows suit, giggling and breathy.

the two of you lay here, looking up into the night sky, counting the stars. you shiver slightly and move closer towards her until your bodies are touching. she's turning slightly, wrapping an arm around your waist loosely, and watching you watch the stars.

you turn to face her, breaths mingling, coming out in wispy white clouds of heat in the chilly night air. you find your eyes dropping to her mouth again, and you can't hide the blush that adorns your face this time. if you'd just leaned in a little more, you'd be able to answer the burning question in your head of what exactly sana tasted like.

the slight quiver in her lower lip entrances you, the soft breaths she's taking as her warmth fans over your face, smelling of jasmine and the toothpaste she’s used just before bed. you're inching closer and closer, her eyes are on your lips as well.

you lose it though, when a tongue peeks out and licks across her bottom lip, and you're pressing your lips against hers softly, eyes closed, and humming at the warmth she provides.

she's kissing you back gently, lips slotting against yours in the perfect way, and then she's gone, pulling away leaving you chasing after her, but she places a hand on your chest, pushing you back lightly.

"you're drunk. and taken. this is wrong."

you whine, trying to pull her back to you but she's firm, sitting up and walking away.

you're blinking and what the fuck just happened? dazed as you stand up as well, moving back into the passenger seat dumbly, peeking at her expression trying to get a sense of what was going on inside her mind.

she starts the engine and pulls out from the kerb, staring straight ahead, giving you nothing.

you can't help but think you've fucked everything up again.

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the storm brewing inside your head doesn't stop when she pulls into your driveway and parks.

you muster up the courage to apologise but she beats you to it, "i'm sorry y/n. i shouldn't have done that. can we just forget it about it please? i don't want to ruin anything between us. you're the most important person in the world to me and i can't lose you over these stupid feelings and i'm so sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable at all i-"

your inebriated mind is playing catch up, rolling her words in your head over and over again trying to figure out why that sounded like she was saying she had feelings for you? that couldn't be right. sana was the it girl. she was the girl that everyone wanted. she was the girl that sat through your nerdy rants about space and eels. the girl that bought you ice cream when your first boyfriend broke up with you in grade 3 because he didn't like the way you cut your hair. the girl that cried when she found out you weren't going to the same high school because you were moving away, but then managed to get her parents to enroll her anyway and spent the next 6 years taking the 2 hour commute to school just to be with you.

and holy shit. sana was in love with you.

"sana..." you interrupted her rambling, "i... i kinda have a massive headache right now and i'm more than a little drunk but… this isn't going to change our friendship at all."

her eyes are wide and shining, looking at you in fear, you grab her hands and squeeze them over the console, "i promise i'm not leaving you but i don't want to give you an answer yet when i'm in this state. but if it helps, i'm pretty sure i'm the one that kissed you first." you grin, and she lets out a shaky breath.

you let go of her hands and shyly rub the back of your neck, "i kinda need to get inside and get clean but i'll call you tomorrow if that's okay?"

she's nodding, wiping at her eyes hastily.

you open the door and step out, closing it softly behind you. but you lean back down and gesture for her to roll down the window which she does.

"and sana... thank you for tonight. seriously. i don't know how i can ever show you how grateful i am for you being there."

she purses her lip and is firm again, "stop it. i'm glad i was there. and thankyou for letting me be there for you."

you smile gently as you wave and head towards your door, she waits for you to get inside and the door to shut before she pulls out and drives home, heart thumping, thoughts messy.

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you wake up in the morning with a pounding headache, stumbling to your kitchen to pop a few painkillers and squinting as you adjust to the morning sunlight spilling through your windows.

thank god you remembered everything that happened last night, you set your lips in a line as you got ready. you had a strict plan for today, and nothing was going to ruin it.

you quickly get dressed, thumbing out a small letter and grab your keys, driving over to marshall's house was step one.

once you arrive, you slam your car door loudly, taking satisfaction in the fact it probably woke him in his self-induced hangover he was no doubt soothing. you stalk up his front door, rapping on the wood loudly and tapping your foot impatiently as you wait for him to open the door.

it's not him though, and you scoff at the sight of a half naked girl, probably barely legal, pushing her aside despite her weak protests, and letting yourself into the space.

you storm up to his room, flinging open the door, grabbing the vase next to the bed, and dumping the water all over his sleeping head.

he wakes up with a start, "WHAT THE FUC-"

you slap him across the face, bringing his attention to you, "we're done." two simple words and you're back out the door, going down the steps, and back into your car.

you're halfway down the street when you spot him in the rearview mirror clambering after you in his underwear, soaking and pathetic.

you can't believe you had stayed with that man for as long as you had.

the relief you feel after your first action of the day is freeing. you're chasing after the feeling you had last night when you were doubled over laughing like madmen with sana on the side of the road. adrenaline pumping as you pull up to your local florist, purchasing a big bouquet of pink hydrangeas and then grabbing 2 coffees and a few bakery goods, shoving everything back into your car and speeding away again.

you arrive at sana's front door in record time, knowing her, she was definitely awake already and probably anxiously waiting for you to call. you grin as you grab the flowers, the letter you wrote before you left the house, and the breakfast you've gotten for the both of you, placing it down on her front door mat and arranging everything nicely so it looked picture-worthy.

then you ring her doorbell and duck, running over to her side fence that you knew she always left unlocked, entering her house through the back door, and sneaking back towards the front.

sana's bent down over the flowers and you can see the slight crease between her eyebrows from her confusion as she reads the letter you've left in the middle of the hydrangeas.

i'm sure you don't need me to tell you what pink hydrangeas represent because you're a huge flower nerd and i love that about you but i'm going to write it out anyway to show you i did the research.

in japan, hydrangeas are used to show you're sorry. and i'm sorry for not realising sooner, for letting you suffer for so long on your own. they also represent heartfelt emotions and gratitude. i'm eternally grateful for you sana. you're the most important person in the whole world to me too. i'd also commit manslaughter for you.

in europe, hydrangeas mean vanity and arrogance. i'm sorry i was so self-involved with my stupid boyfriends. to tell you the truth, i always thought you were too good for me, and that you'd realise that one day and leave, so i clung to anyone i could find, waiting in fear of that day. that was selfish of me, and i see that now, because you could never leave someone you love. because i realised i feel the same way about you, and i could never, never leave you.

pink hydrangeas are the most romantic of the bunch. (they’re also your favourite colour) i'm obviously trying to tell you that i love you too in a more than platonic way. and this time i'm not drunk or hyperemotional, i'm certain.

you silently creep up behind her while she's reading your note, and then grab her waist lifting her up into the air as she squeals, turning her in your arms and planting your lips on hers.

she's caught by surprise, lips unmoving against yours, until she realises it's you and wraps her legs around your waist, arms around your neck, and kisses you back.

you can finally taste her. and there's no way to describe it. you don't know why it took you so long to realise your feelings for her, but you'd never felt the way you feel about her for anyone else. you'd chalked that up to being best friends and that that's the way all best friends feel about each other, but best friends don't sigh into kisses. best friends don't feel like their hearts would explode with each soft press of skin against each other. best friends don't love each other the way you loved sana.

you break away when you feel wetness glide along your cheek, and salt touch the tip of your tongue. "sana?! oh my god i'm so sorry, i shouldn't- i should've asked first- oh shit i'm so-"

she's chuckling brokenly and you can't tell if she's laughing or crying or both but she pulls you back in, melding your lips together again speaking against your mouth, "i'm sorry. i'm just so happy right now."

you smile against her, kissing her again, you think you'll never be able to get enough of this feeling. "i'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up."

you feel her laugh against you, "i'm just glad you've still got some love saved for me."

"always." kiss. "it's all for you from now. i love you."

"i love you too idiot."

[lixiehan]

stress reliever

pairing: chan x self insert (female)

description: college au! school was hard and you often find yourself taking life a little too seriously - that’s where chan comes in. after being paired up for a science project (that’s worth a lot of your grade), you become irritable and stressed. the problem being, chan doesn't like attitudes. 

warnings: fluff and smut themes, lots of dirty talk, male receiving oral, dom!chan, bratty and sub!reader, degradation and public sex ig???

word count: 2.5k

requested by: @coffeechangbeanie​ (slightly adapted the plot - not by much) also based on this unholy gif of chan. ur welcome

“and that leaves chan and y/n” your professor said, nodding at you both. “i expect every single person to do their part in this assignment, is that clear?” he continued. the class acknowledged his wishes, despite half of them being asleep. 

you looked to your side to see your project partner, chan, who coincidentally happened to be your current fuck buddy. you had absolutely no idea how this came to be. you were a quiet, quote-on-quote ‘nerd’ and most boys at your school didn’t look at you. at least, that was the case, until you caught chan’s attention. of course, you found him insanely attractive. after all, his big lips and buff body ran around in your mind most days. you mostly saw him at school, as well as the very few parties you attended. you never considered approaching him, though. he’s usually found beside dozens of girls (hotter and more popular than you), pretty much begging to ride him. 

you also never considered the idea that chan, of all people, would approach you and offer you help. the very few times that boys spoke to you, it usually consisted of them for help with the work that had been set. yet, the ‘relationship’ between you two started the day he saw you staring at the paper in front of you with utter distress in your eyes. 

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“y/n, right?” he spoke from behind you, his hand making an appearance on the table next to you. instantly you felt a knot in your stomach as he leaned over you, “you are looking particularly stressed” he continued. 

“u-urm, yeah a bit” you choked out, trying to swallow your nerves away. “maths is hard” you near enough whispered, not daring to look at him. 

“hmm, that’s not good. is it?” he sympathised, which sent shivers down your spine. the deep tone in his voice made it sound more like a groan, one that you had daydreamed of frequently. you shook your head frantically in response, acknowledging his words but fearing what your mouth would blurt out. this was quickly noted by chan, who radiated confidence like you had never seen before. you felt him bend over, his mouth now level with your ear. “can’t you use your big girl words?” he whispered. “want me to help you?” 

you gasped quietly at his seductive words and although you may be shy, you certainly are not stupid. his choice of words gave away exactly what he was offering you and as nerve-racking the experience may be, you were certain that a man as fine as him was going to know what to do in the bedroom. 

and well, you were right. 

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“so when do you wanna get this out of the way with?” chan asked, snapping you back to reality. he noticed the dazed look in your eye, it was very apparent you were daydreaming about something. “thinking about last night?” he smirked, his hand now placed firmly on your thigh. 

you tutted in response, “no actually, i wasn't”. you tried to suppress your emotion, considering his guess wasn't too far off what you were actually thinking about. “stressed” you explained in attempt to change the subject. his hand moved to your lower back, rubbing gentle circles to soothe you. although chan was strictly your fuck buddy and stress reliever, he always provided you with comfort when you needed it. “relax, y/n” he told you, “we’ll get it done and we will get a good grade for you”. 

although he wasn’t the type of student that particularly cared about his grades, he at least tried to get a half decent grade - to some extent, at least. “can we meet up in our free period tomorrow?” you looked at him, wanting to get this stupid project over and done with. he nodded, secretly knowing it meant he would get some alone time with you. 

“cool, thanks”, you smiled forgetting where you were for a second, too busy staring into the chocolate brown eyes next to you, until the loud ringing of the bell made you jump. you were relived to have an excuse to look a way from him. 

without fail, every time you made eye contact with chan you were left with a pool of wetness between your legs - he knew it, too. he would stare at you, his head slightly titled back with his perfect pink lips begging to be kissed. he would lick his lips while staring at you, making them glisten in the most beautiful way possible. from his point of view, you looked desperate for his touch and he thrived off it. he often laughed at the expression on your face when you frantically deny that you aren’t turned on - you both know he can read you like a book. 

you hopped off the lab stool before bending down to pick up your bag, making sure chan had a good view of your ass. you heard him chuckle, “already wet from a bit of eye contact?” he teased. you smirked as your back was facing him, not offering him a response to his question but rather throwing your hand up to wave him goodbye. most likely, you were going to pay for that behaviour later. chan made it clear from the very beginning that he wanted you to be verbal and most of the time you were, except the odd occasion when you felt bratty. 

although you could count on chan to help with the project, ultimately you never split assignments with anyone 50/50. there had been one too many occasions of classmates fake promising you that ‘i’ll do it later!’, for you to fully relax. you headed towards your usual spot in the library, a table that was slightly hidden away amongst the endless shelves of books before setting your books down on the table. 

you picked your phone up which led you to the realisation that only an hour had gone by. you sighed, throwing your head onto the table in frustration. this project was a lot harder than you thought it was going to be and will all due respect to chan, if you didn't understand, he wasn’t going to either. 

your entire body had been screaming for you to go home and sleep for the past four hours, yet you refused and continued to sit there in complete and utter annoyance. it wasn't until the clock read 11pm that you decided enough was enough and picked your bag up with significant force, stress seeping from every inch of your body at this point. 

when you arrived at your apartment you immediately ran to your bed, not bothering to change - sleep was your priority right now.

*buzz, buzz* 

your eyes flickered open to the painful sound of your alarm, desperately throwing your arms around until you found the sounds source. you sighed, staring at your ceiling, contemplating if the pain of going to college was worth it after all. 

forty-five minutes later you were ready and heading out of the door, ready for another day of stress. you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, smiling to yourself knowing exactly who it was going to be.

[08:49am] chan: still on for later baby girl?

[08:49am] y/n: yes

you thought by now you’d be used to the pet names he called you, but you sure as hell were not. 

[08:50am] chan: ok. excited to see your little pretty face. 

[08:51am] y/n: science project, remember? 

you rolled your eyes in annoyance and shoved your phone back in your pocket. yes, as much as you wanted to ride chan’s face and be fucked into oblivion by him, you had other priorities right now. you barely slept last night because of this stupid project, the last thing you wanted was chan to be all over you when trying to complete it. 

-

"you’re late” he teased you as you walked into the science lab where you agreed to meet. your eyes gazed at your watch, which showed 1:33pm. you scoffed, “hardly”.  

you took out your laptop and textbook, tossing both onto the countertop next to chan, before making your way over to the stool to this right. he noticed your demeanour straight away, usually you would have apologised for being late - even if it was only three minutes - and you would have crawled to his side offering to make it up to him. he decided to remain quiet for the time being though, the longer your attitude lasted, the more reason he would have to get his way with you. 

you opened up the textbook to reveal the notes you spent hours on last night. “you already started?” he queried, pulling the book closer to him with a confused look on his face. 

“yes and it’s going to be a hard essay to write so we better get on with it” you noted, opening up a word document on your computer. 

“and you started writing it?” he asked, this time in disbelief. 

“only a few hundred words” you shrugged like it was nothing, even though it took you hours. he sighed, “its a project for two people, y’know?” 

“yes chan, of course i know that. i was in the class with you when it was given, was i not?” you snapped at him, running your hands through your hair in frustration. he meant nothing by his words and you knew he was right, you probably should have waited to start it but your inability to cope with stress takes over you sometimes. 

“attitude, y/n” he warned you sternly. alongside the rule of always being verbal and answering his questions, chan also had a rule against bratty attitudes. if he sensed an attitude on you, he would fix it via a punishment - something you were *somewhat* familiar with. the few times you were bratty it was usually because of how irritable you become when stressed. “was just saying”, he defended himself. 

you ignored his warning, continuing with “you weren’t gonna be the one to do the background reading, were you chan?”. 

once you made the mistake of turning to face him and realising he had an eyebrow raised at you and a dark look in his eye, you knew you well and truly fucked up. 

“get on your knees” he ordered you, which for some reason, took you by surprise. you gulped, hesitating for a moment before he told you for a second time. “don’t make me ask three times, princess”. 

you scrambled to the floor and placing yourself under the desk and in-between his legs. “what have i warned you about multiple times?” he asked, placing his finger on your chin, forcing you to look at his eyes. 

“n-not to be a brat” you stuttered, his gaze making you nervous. 

“that’s right” he hummed. “and what do you continue to do?” 

“b-be a brat”, you admitted. with deadline season around the corner you hadn’t been able to help your attitude lately. 

he nodded, appreciating your honesty. “now, i’m going to fuck that attitude right out of our mouth” he told you as he slowly lowered his jeans. “and you’re going to take it like the good girl i know you are. isn't that right?” 

you nodded frantically and bit your lip, scared you may end up saying something you shouldn’t. “remember princess, you gotta be quiet otherwise we’ll end up with an audience” he warned you. “but something tells me my pretty little slut would like that” he hummed, running his hands through your hair before grabbing it in order to control your head. you instantly felt the heat rise in-between your legs as you listened to his filthy words. 

you opened your mouth wide in anticipation for him, hoping it would work your way to his good side. he teased his member at the end of your mouth, knowing you probably wanted this more than he did. you felt his grip tighten on your hair as he pushed his way into your mouth with no warning. you battered your eyelashes up at him, hallowing your cheeks and trying to suppress your urges to gag. 

“you like being used like this, don’t you” he groaned in a low tone. your mouth felt insane around him, there was no way he was ever going to get used to this feeling. you hummed in response, sending vibrations down his member and earning another honey glazed moan from him. 

you tapped his leg and he pulled back, knowing that was your indication that you needed to breathe. you still hadn’t learnt to take him like this fully, his sheer size being too much for your petite mouth, but he loved the way your mouth looked so full as he thrusted in and out of it.

“god, look at you” he appreciated, “you're taking me so well after that bratty little outburst of yours” he groaned, his head rolling back in pleasure. 

although you could hardly ignore the pool of wetness that was growing in your underwear, you were aware chan would catch onto any slight movements you made to try and release yourself. right now, you had to focus on your breathing and making chan cum. 

although he was being careful not to be too rough with you, his pace picked up slightly as you drew him closer to the edge. you moaned around his member again, adoring the sight you saw above you. “fuck baby” he moaned, i'm gonna cum all over that tongue of yours”. 

you wiggled in excitement at his words. you adored the taste of him (considering he ate exceptionally well), but you adored the fact that you were the one that made him feel that good. 

his thrusts continued to pick up pace as you coughed slightly around him, but moments later he came undone all over your mouth. “hold it” he told you as he bent down to pick you up from the floor. he did this a lot, he liked to watch and make sure you swallow his cum - otherwise there’d be another punishment over his lap. 

you obeyed, waiting for his instructions. “okay, you can swallow”. you promptly swallowed his mess, opening your mouth wide to prove to him it had all gone. 

“that's my good girl” he cooed, pulling you onto his lap into a gentler manner. “what’s with the attitudes, huh?” he asked. now he punished you, it was time to make sure you were actually okay. 

“sorry, channie” you apologised, twiddling with your thumbs. “been really stressed. shouldn’t have taken it out on you” you admitted. 

“yeah, you shouldn’t have” he nodded, “but it’s okay. feel better now?” he asked, brushing your hair behind your ear. you nodded in response, your stress levels now significantly lower. “talk to me properly next time princess. i’ll help you” 

you agreed to approach him next time you felt like this, knowing it would be better for both of you. you placed a small kiss on his plump lips, hoping off his lap and sitting next to him - suddenly remembering someone could enter at any second. he giggled at you, considering you didn’t care if someone entered 5 minutes ago.  

“thanks chan” you smiled at him, picking up the pen in front of you, ready to give this project another go. 

“no problem princess. i like being your personal stress reliever”

[harley-sunday]

Fall Foliage

Summary: Your boyfriend’s a dork who likes to take pictures of trees. It’s fine. 

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: None. Weird.

Word count: 731

AN: To quote my friend eL, “Quarantine and his IG account are bringing out Chris’ Chaotic Vibes and I AM LIVING FOR IT.” All I can say is, hard same! So. I guess this is now officially becoming a collection of drabbles based on whatever Chris posts on Instagram. Hope you enjoy :)  Chaotic Vibes Masterlist

The moment you pull up in front of the house a very excited Dodger comes running towards your car, jumping up and down while he waits for you to get out. If you didn’t know any better you’d think you were gone for at least a week and not the two hours it took you to go grocery shopping. As soon as you open your door he jumps up, front legs resting on your lap and you greet him with a boop and a, “Hi boy,” before you scratch him behind his ears.

He licks the inside of your wrist to let you know how happy he is to see you again and then jumps down, letting out an excited yelp to no doubt alert Chris that you’re home. You would have expected him to be here by now, because he always helps you unload the groceries, and to be honest you’re a little surprised that he isn’t. Must be caught up in something, you think as you get out and find a stick that you throw somewhere into the garden for Dodger to go fetch. 

You watch as he chases after it, running through the leaves that have started to fall and are covering the ground like a beautiful patchwork blanket. Dodger barks once to let you know he’s found it and you tell him, “Good boy!” 

Popping the trunk open you let out a groan, knowing you’ll never get all the grocery bags into the house in one go and so you decide to give it another try, after all maybe he just thought Dodger was chasing a squirrel, “Chris?” 

Still, there’s no reply, not even after you’ve waited an extra minute, and so you start collecting bags, three in each hand, trying to keep your balance as you walk up the steps and onto the front porch. You make the trip a second time, two bags in one hand this time, your purse slung over your shoulder, and a twelve-pack of Heineken cans tucked underneath your arm. You make it to the front door just in time, almost dropping the beer, but you manage to save them by quickly dropping the bags and using your now-free hand to hold them up. Better not have been any eggs in those bags, you think as you open the front door and then repeat the process to get everything to the kitchen. 

You’re starting to put away the groceries and are just about done with the second bag when you realize the house is empty except for you and Dodger, who followed you inside, stick and all. “Where is he, huh?” You turn towards Dodger then, “Where’s Chris?” 

His ears perk up and he actually drops the stick like he knows he has a very important job to do now. He looks at you expectantly and it isn’t until you walk towards him that he starts moving. You follow him outside, through the French doors that you hadn’t realized were open until just now, onto the deck and into the garden. If this weren’t Concord you’d be worried something had happened, but the thought never even crosses your mind. Instead you laugh when you see where Dodger’s taking you, and more importantly, the scene that unfolds in front of you.

“Babe?” 

He turns around, looking almost guilty, but then smiles when he sees it’s you, “Hey.” 

“What are you doing? You catch up with him and wrap your arm around his waist, “Is this becoming a project now or-” 

He chuckles and pockets his phone before he throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and gently kissing your temple, “Jealous of the trees, babe?”

“No,” you retort a little too fast. You shrug, trying to add some drama, “Ok, maybe a little.” You squeeze his side then to let him know you’re just joking, “It’s just that you’re taking a lot of fall foliage pictures, you know-” you add a fake sob and hold your free hand to your heart for good measure, “-and I just- I want to know where I stand, Chris. I don’t know if I can compete with all these beautiful bushes and trees.” 

He lets out a loud laugh then and puts his finger under your chin, making you look at him before he leans in to kiss you. When he pulls back there’s something mischievous in his smile and you can’t help but laugh too when he tells you, “You’ll always be my favorite bush.” 

[nerdwaifuu-stories]

The Proposal

Happy (belated) Ninjago Oc Day! Ik I haven’t posted much on this account, but I figured it would be the perfect time to post something about my OCs.

Ig some basic info:

Word count: 4,966

Oc basics: the main two are Hisashi and Emon. Hisashi was a samurai/soldier who I have made Ronin’s (dead) uncle. Emon was a criminal who worked for Chen (although Hisashi doesn’t know about that. He just knows that Emon has previously done crime in his youth), but started to lose interest over time due to several factors. Another oc that’s mentioned is Lex. They are a friend of Hisashi and Emon’s, and they are actually an Oni.

Summary: Taking place roughly 25-30ish years before the Ninjago series, Hisashi is coming home from a mission. Since he and Emon have been together for some time, he figures it’s time to take it to the next step. He is one ring purchase and a ship and train ride away from trying to reach that next step.

If you want to know more about these characters, there’s some stuff on my art account @nerdwaifuu-art.

Hope you enjoy!

Cheers rang through the village as they saw the group in green armor entering the village. The soldiers marched through the middle, many with a look of victory on their faces contrasting the scuff, dirt, wounds, and exhaustion their bodies presented: all a worthy cost for a village's safety. Eventually their march and the cheering stopped as the chief approached the group.

"Oh great heroes, thank you! Thank you for saving us from those fiends! We will never forget what you have done for us! May the Creator bring you prosperity!" The chief cheered. Once he spoke his last word, the crowd of villagers' cheer erupted again, echoing the chief's message. From there, the chief and the captain went off to chat and the rest dispersed throughout the village. Some made their way back to the ship either to rest or prepare for the journey back to the city. Others remained in the village to chat or to explore. Amongst those exploring were two young men: a stout, short dark brown haired chatterbox and a long dark copper haired, silent listener. The two strolled through the village as one chatted away and the other listened while glancing at everything they passed.

"I wonder if the captain saw our hard work out there."

"Mhm."

"I mean we were kicking butt out there."

"Mhm."

"We should probably go to the medics to get our backs checked from how much carrying we were doing..."

"Mhm."

The stout man slowed his walk as he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, "Hisashi, you good? You're quieter than usual, and it’s hard for you to be quieter than you already are..." He paused before he threw himself on track to a ramble, "Anyways, you just seem out of it."

"Yeah... Uh, yes, yes I'm fine, Shiro," Hisashi stumbled, "My mind's just on, uh, other things."

"Oh? Other things? What kind of other things?" Shiro questioned.

"You know... other things..." Hisashi kept scanning the surrounding stands and buildings.

"No, I don't know other things. How about you introduce me to them?" Shiro coaxed.

With a sigh, Hisashi stopped his mini search and said, "I'm just looking for some gifts..."

"Forrrr?"

Hisashi paused for a second, then said, "For my nephew-"

"Ah, why didn't you say so? No need to be so secretive with me," Shiro smirked, "C'mon, let's go find him something. One of these shops should have something he'll like" Shiro kept his hand on Hisashi's shoulder as he started to lead him. Hisashi resisted the push and said, "Actually, I know what shop I want to go to... I just need to find it again..." He looked around once more and then there it was: a small wooden stand run by a middle aged woman. The stand was covered with an assortment of items: jewelry, weapons, metal decorations, toys, metal sculptures, etc. He saw it the first time he arrived at the village and knew he had to stop by it.

"There it is," Hisashi took the lead and pulled Shiro with him as he approached the stand.

"Ah, hello boys~ Do you see anything you like?" The woman greeted them.

"My friend here is just looking, but I do see something I like," Shiro said, shooting a smoldering look towards the woman. The woman giggled and the two continued to chat (or Shiro commanded the conversation and continually bragged about himself). Meanwhile, Hisashi looked at the items. His eyes kept being pulled towards the actual reason that he wanted to come to the stand in the first place—a set of two matching rings sitting in a wooden ring box. Both were made up of a thick metal band that had a space cut in the middle where the gem was, making it appear as if the gem was floating. On the band, on either side of the gem, was a dragon carving colored gold. One ring had a black tinted band with a white gem while the other had a polished, silver finish and a black gem.

The woman noticed his interest in the rings and, once Shiro had taken a short pause, she shifted her focus, "I see that you've found something you like." She picked up the ring box and placed it in the middle of the table. Shiro shot a confused look at the woman and then at Hisashi.

"Oh, sorry, I was just looking at them. They're very beautiful," Hisashi admitted.

"Haha, no need to apologize for looking at what I'm selling, but thank you. My husband's... well, my late husband's father made them," the woman sighed, "Honestly the story is quite sweet. He came to this village and set up a blacksmith shop. A woman came into the shop one day and he fell deeply in love with her. He expanded his skills from weapon making to making small metal trinkets to give to her—" the woman glanced down at some of the other items at her stand before continuing, "She loved every single one and returned his love. Eventually, he decided it was time. He went into his workshop and began on his favorite project. The next time anyone saw him leave his shop, he went directly to the woman, took her somewhere nice, and proposed with these rings. She wore one and he wore the other..." A small smile formed on her face as she looked back at the rings, "Then they passed it down to my husband to use with me, and now here I am trying to sell them," she sighed, "I have no use for them now, and, even though I'm probably making some people roll in their graves, I need the money..."

"Awww, yeah that is really sweet. It's a shame you don't have a lady friend back at home, unless you and that Lexi girl have something~" Shiro teased Hisashi. Hisashi rolled his eyes. 'That Lexi girl' he referred to was Lex, but Hisashi only saw them as a friend. Instead, he had his eyes on someone else; someone else that he deeply cared about; someone else that he actually had something with.

"Plus we're here for your nephew. I don't think he'll have any use for these rings," Shiro reminded him.

"Um, right, of course..." Hisashi watched as the woman placed the rings back to their original spot.

"Oh, a nephew? Is he into metal work? Or I'm assuming he'll like the toys if he's young or the weapons perhaps?" The woman asked.

"Ah yes, a 5 year old who's into metal work-" Shiro quietly snickered. Hisashi shot a quick glare at him.

"Oh, he's quite young, scratch the weapons then," she chuckled.

Hisashi looked around the table some more and decided on one of the small metal figures and an old pocket watch.

"Ah, I'm sure he'll enjoy that," Shiro muttered sarcastically when he noticed the pocket watch was no longer ticking.

"He likes taking things apart and making new things, so yes, he'll probably enjoy this," Hisashi defended his choice.

"Is he trying to be an inventor?" the woman asked.

"I believe he does have an interest in becoming one. He's been fascinated with all the technological changes going on in the city. I don't understand it, but at least he's getting prepared for the future," Hisashi answered, starting to take out his money for his purchase.

"I forgot Ninjago City was going through all that. All the beautiful wood and clay buildings being replaced with tall metal buildings... It's insane."

"Yeah..." Hisashi and Shiro nodded along. While Hisashi searched for the right amount of money, he noticed that the remaining soldiers started to make their way back to the ship. He glanced back at the rings and turned to Shiro, "How about you head back to the ship while I finish up here?"

Shiro nodded, said his goodbye to the shop owner and left. As soon as he was out of earshot, Hisashi turned back to the stand and asked, "How much are the rings?"

The woman stated the price and said, "So you are interested in them after all?" Hisashi nodded as he took out the right amount of money for the rings, the figure, and the pocket watch.

"So is this for someone or just keeping it for yourself?" The woman wondered.

"I have someone at home waiting for me—"

The woman leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with interest. Before she could ask any questions, with a soft smile, Hisashi whispered, "I met h- uh, this person a while back and now we've been together for 5-6 years now... I figured I should do something special..."

"And decided it was time?" The woman asked at the same volume as him, with a large grin on her face. He nodded.

"Well, I hope the Creator blesses you both," she said, exchanging the items for Hisashi's money. He said his thanks and started to head off to the ship.

"Goodbye, may the Creator bring you prosperity and may the Great Serpent protect you on your journey!" The woman called out.

Hisashi turned around and asked "Great Serpent?"

"Oh, do people in the city not know this story?" Hisashi shook his head, so she explained, "According to some stories I've heard, there's a serpent that sleeps deep in the sea. She apparently used to rule the sea and was the reason for the waves and the storms, so people used to pray to her and give her offerings to keep her happy. Unfortunately that's all I know from the top of my head, and it's all probably just a story."

"Huh, sounds interesting. Thank you," Hisashi said before departing.

Laying his bed, Hisashi could feel the ship rock back and forth and hear his roommates chatting instead of sleeping, excited to be one step closer to home in the morning. But none of it blocked his focus on reading. His brain refused to let him sleep as the nerves have finally got to him. He had a ring in his possession, and he was hopefully going to give it away once he got to the city. To try to calm himself down in the safety of his bed, he took out some letters he got in the past few weeks. Each one started with "My Dearest Sai," and ended with "I can't wait to see you again. Love, Emon Sharma."

It was odd to think that these letters used to be closed off with a "Sincerely" or a simple "From," and "Love" was never a closing he had seen until 5 years ago. Even though it's been years, Hisashi's heart still flutters when he sees the word in Emon's handwriting. It still feels like such a new feeling, especially when he never acknowledged that such feelings could exist in him when he was growing up. Even when his brother tried to describe them when referring to himself and his now wife during high school, Hisashi never understood. Now he did.

After rereading each of the letters, he held the paper close to his chest. He tried picturing everything that Emon described. He tried remembering each random ramble that he sent him that Emon responded to. He silently laughed at the idea of him trying to make sense of everything Hisashi tried telling him. If he tried sending similar letters to anyone else he knows, they would just skim through everything and ask about how he is and how's work, avoiding to say "please tell me more about this random thing you learned ." Emon would be one of the only people who would say that.

The chatter in the room quieted down and the remaining lights started to disappear. With a sigh, Hisashi caught one more glimpse of the contents of the letters before it went completely dark.

"I can't wait to see you again. Love, Emon Sharma."

He softly smiled, folded the letters, and placed them under his pillow.

"I can't wait either..."

"Ah finally, land!" Shiro exclaimed once he and Hisashi got off the ship. Carrying their stuff (armor, weapons, supplies, letters, etc.), the two swerved their way through the crowds of people. Fellow soldiers were pouring out of the boat, being welcomed by their loved ones, going to a nearby inn or bar, or already beginning their ways home. Hisashi looked around at who was there, but he knew that his loved ones were in the city, which was a train ride away. He smiled at the thought of coming off the train to them, and clutched the ring box that hid in his pocket.

"Are you sure you don't want to stop for a drink? Or even for a snack?" Shiro asked, following his 6 foot friend to avoid getting lost.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Gotta make sure I catch the train," he said, glancing back to make sure Shiro wasn't too far behind.

"But the train's not going to leave for a bit," Shiro said, puzzled.

"I know, I just..." Hisashi trailed off and stopped in his tracks, leading to Shiro bumping into him.

"Oof- what's going on?" He asked, but got no answer. Shiro looked past Hisashi to see what was ahead, but it didn't click due to so many people being around. It wasn't until he saw two people: a short, medium tanned, black haired man with a scruffy beard and a towering, brown-skinned, short brown haired (hidden under a hat), female presenting person. The man noticed them and started to wave, then stopped and started approaching quickly while dragging his companion with him. Hisashi gripped the hidden ring box tighter as he started walking to lessen the distance. Once he was within a foot of the man, the man threw his arms around Hisashi and nearly lifted him off his feet within the first few seconds of the hug while saying, "It's so good to see you, Sai!"

"Woah, easy Emon. No need to break me," Hisashi chuckled, wiggling a bit to loosen Emon's grip and free his arms. Once they were free, Hisashi returned the hug and pulled Emon close while Emon buried his face into Hisashi's shoulder. Hisashi wished he could stay in this hug forever. He also wished he could just give Emon a big kiss, but he had to wait until they were in private; until they were in the city...

"Wait a minute—" Hisashi pushed Emon out in front of him, keeping his hands on Emon's shoulders—"What are you guys doing here?"

"Lex and I just figured that you deserved a welcome party as soon as you arrived," Emon confessed.

"And Emon really missed you and wanted to see you as soon as possible," Lex added.

"Yeah, that too," Emon chuckled, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. A smile stretched across Hisashi's face as he tried to hold in a laugh. His hand left Emon's shoulder and almost caressed his cheek, but he then remembered Shiro was watching from behind and they were surrounded by other people. He slowly pulled his hand back and hid it back in his pocket, trying to ignore the longing look in Emon's eyes. He then said, "Thank you, I missed you so much too. I couldn't wait to see you again..." Emon responded with a soft smile.

"Well, I missed you guys too," Shiro barged in, now standing next to Hisashi.

"Yes, it's good to see you, Shiro," Lex mumbled.

"I thought you would be much happier, Lexi," Shiro snickered. Lex's eyes were shooting daggers, but they tried to hide their gaze behind the brim of their hat as they said, "We best be going now. Don't want to miss the train." Before anyone could say anything, Lex had already turned around and started towards the train station.

"Ah what a shame. I wanted to talk with y'all more," Shiro sighed, "Well, see y'all back in the city tomorrow!" After an exchange of goodbyes, Shiro disappeared into the crowd.

"Well then, let's go," Emon said, linking his arm with Hisashi's. The two then followed behind Lex, trying to keep up.

"What was all the hurry about Lex?" Emon asked them.

Lex turned their head away from the train window and said, "Just didn't want to get stuck in one of his rambles. You get him talking and you'll probably end up hearing too much about what happened during the mission. I'm just not in the mood to hear how he 'sliced one man's head off' or whatever."

"That's fair," Hisashi said, also looking at the passing land outside the window. He was there when all of it happened, and he didn't need to hear about it again. He only wanted his mind on one thing and one thing only.

"Speaking of which, how was the mission?" Emon asked.

"Oh, just a typical mission. The thugs were playing hard to get for some time. Fortunately, we stopped them before anything too bad happened, and we didn't have many major injuries this time around. Just some scratches here and there," Hisashi answered quickly. He took one last look out of the window before sitting up and facing Lex and Emon on the other side of the table, saying, "But, despite the mission, the place we were at was very lovely." Emon leaned closer, interested to hear more.

"It was a small village by the ocean. Whenever we had a break, it was so calming to be on the white beach and just listen to the calm waves. And the village was really lovely too. It was filled with small shops and stands, and the people there seemed nice. They were very welcoming and always closed the conversations with something about 'the Creator' blessing you." Hisashi said. Lex perked up to full attention towards the end.

"The Creator? Like the creator of the town?" Emon asked.

"Or the Realm..." Lex muttered quietly, but, when they got confused looks from the two men, they said, "World. I mean world."

"Oh right, that makes more sense," Emon chuckled.

"Yeah, they often referenced them, but I guess they have plenty of other stories too. Before I was leaving, a nice woman at a shop said something about a Great Serpent—" Hisashi then recited what the woman had told him. Both Emon and Lex were leaning in close to hear every word. When Hisashi finished, Emon, with excitement in his eyes, and Lex, looking like they wanted to say something but decided against it, looked at each other, then back at Hisashi.

"Woah, that's so cool! Bet that was fun to hear about right before getting on a ship," Emon snickered.

"Yeah, but it's merely just a story," Lex uttered, leaning back against the seat, "Nothing to worry about."

"Have you ever heard of it?" Hisashi asked them. Lex hesitantly nodded, "All I know about it is the same as what the woman told you..." Hisashi could tell that they knew more, but he didn't want to force anything out of them. He could probably try finding a scroll or a book with more information.

"Anyways, overall the place was really nice. If we didn't have work and other stuff to deal with, I would say we should go there sometime," Hisashi said, mainly glancing over to Emon when talking. The idea of just leaving the city, getting on a ship, and sailing somewhere to explore sounded so pleasant, especially if it was with Emon and even Lex. He would even want to take his nephew once in a while. Just the 3 and sometimes 4 of them on a ship, seeing what the world offered. But their lives didn't allow for that. Hisashi had soldier duties to take care of while Emon and Lex had their own responsibilities, and there was just too much they would be leaving behind. Maybe one day in the future it could become a reality.

"Yeah, that would be nice," Emon said, smiling. Then the table went silent. Lex went back to looking out the window while the other two sat silently. Hisashi started to fidget with the ring box in his pocket, only bringing back the nerves. He looked up at Emon and could see he was shifting in his seat, shooting glances at both him and Lex. He wondered what Emon could be so nervous about.

Lex turned their head and sensed the nervousness sitting next to them and across from them. They shot a "say something and get it over with" look at both Hisashi and Emon.

"Sai—"

"Emon—"

They both paused and tried continuing, only further interrupting each other, "Sorry, go ahead—no you go ahead—no I didn't have anything to say—no please, I interrupted you—"

With a sigh, Lex barged in, "So, do you guys have any plans for today?" The two paused and looked at each other, waiting for the other to say something.

"I heard the weather is going to be super nice today. Maybe you guys can go to the park," Lex suggested.

"You are such a mind reader. That was what I was going to suggest," Emon said.

"I was actually going to recommend the same thing," Hisashi nervously laughed. He's so glad that he wrote Lex about what his plans were, or he would've just chickened out and waited to do it.

"Hah, perfect. Maybe we can get some lunch too. You're probably starving. I know I am," Emon said with a grin.

"Sounds good," Hisashi replied with a soft smile. He turned to Lex and mouthed the words "Thank you."

They smirked and mouthed back the words "You're welcome."

"Man, no matter how many times I come here, I always forget how good the food is," Emon exclaimed as he finished paying for the food. In defeat, Hisashi watched the check and the money leave. Him and Emon literally went back and forth about who would pay the bill only to find out that Hisashi had left his wallet at home due to him rushing to get ready and look nice for the day, so Emon came out victorious.

"I claim to pay the next check," Hisashi uttered while they got up and left the café.

"Haha, we'll see if you remember your wallet next time," Emon snickered, "Although it's not like you to forget it at all. Are you feeling well?"

"Yes yes, I'm fine," Hisashi chuckled, "Just adjusting to being home that's all..."

And just being a big ball of nerves, he thought to himself. At least he had the ring with him, or his whole plan would have gone down the drain because of one silly mistake.

"How about you though? You seemed nervous on the train," he asked Emon.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Um, yeah I'm good now. It was just being on a train. Y'know I don't really go on them," Emon said. Hisashi raised an eyebrow, but decided not to  further question him.

The two continued to chat as they walked towards and into the park. Circled by the new skyscrapers, the park sat at the center of the entire city. Full of green hills and growing trees, it was one of the few areas of nature in the city. It was still a work in progress as workers were busy with putting in new buildings, benches, and pathways, but it was still a nice place for a stroll and a proposal.

The two walked through the park, chatting and enjoying the scenery. While listening to Emon, Hisashi scanned the area, trying to find the best area. It needed to be a private area with no one around, but also needed to be a beautiful area.

All of a sudden, Emon grasped Hisashi's hand and said, "Come with me, I know a good place you need to see." He then started leading him up one of the hills, looked around, and then continued pulling him along. Down the hill, across some of the grass, and up a slightly taller hill. Once they reached the top, Emon stopped and tightened his hand around Hisashi's, looking out at the view of the entire park.

"Wow," Hisashi marveled at the view. It was beautiful... and there wasn't anyone else around... it was perfect.

"I know right. I came here all the time when I was younger. When I had no where else to go, I would just come here..." Emon's grip loosened, so Hisashi gently pulled his hand away and backed up slightly. He pulled the ring box out of his pocket and took a deep breath as he went down on a knee. This was it. It was time.

"It's crazy to think that I've come all this way," Emon continued, still looking at the view, "I used to come here as a young thief just trying to survive. That's all I thought my life would be until the day I died. But you've changed that..." Hisashi watched Emon go grab something from inside his jacket, but he couldn't see what. "...You've shown me that there's more to my life. Life is not just about trying to get by. It's about learning and experiencing new things. It's about love. It's about so much more than I know, So, I took you here in hopes that I can leave the lonely, barely living thief behind and enter a new chapter of our lives. Hisashi Arima, will y—" Emon turned around, about to kneel down, but he stopped halfway. In his hands was a long, wooden box with a black finish, kept shut with a golden latch. He quickly stood up and hid the box back in his jacket, his eyes not leaving Hisashi. He ran one of his hands through his hair as his face started to flush red. "Sai, I— oh my god..." was all he could say.

Hisashi sat there frozen, unsure what to do. He had planned this for weeks, but now everything just jumped out of his brain.

"Were you about to propose..."

Emon lips formed an embarrassed smile as he quickly nodded. Hisashi's mouth hung open and he looked down at the ring box, unsure what to say. Should he just try to stick to his plan or let Emon continue?

"Forget about me, go ahead," Emon whispered, gently pulling Hisashi's chin back up.

"Um, well," Hisashi cleared his throat and took a deep breath in, looking into Emon's eyes. They had a sort of calming aura about them now. Hisashi's lip curled up slightly as he gathered his words.

"I guess to play off what you've said, you have changed my life as well. Before I really got to know you, I probably seemed like a stone cold guy whose only purpose was to work until he no longer could. You have added more purpose to my life... so much more purpose. And, despite trying to understand everything, love was never one I could get a grasp of. Now I feel like I know at least a tiny bit about it from the past few years, and I'm willing to learn more with you. Emon, I love you so much. I will love you until the day I die. Even beyond death, I will always love you..." Hisashi took a pause, trying to catch his breath from speeding up towards the end without taking a moment to breathe. During the pause, he decided to open the ring box, resulting in a quiet gasp from Emon. He glanced up at him to see the reaction. His smile was bigger, but was being slightly hidden behind one of his hands. His calming eyes started to tear up as he looked up from the ring to Hisashi.

"Will you... would you... uh..." Hisashi started, but his mind was back to blanking out. Improvising clearly took all his brain power. It was his turn to blush red.

Emon chuckled, took Hisashi's one hand that wasn't holding the box, and asked "Will you marry me?" Hisashi couldn't help but laugh along as he quickly nodded. Emon then took the polished silver ring and slipped it onto one of Hisashi's fingers, and Hisashi put the other one on Emon.

"By the way, that was my line," Hisashi joked as he gave Emon his ring.

"Technically it was supposed to be mine," Emon said before pulling Hisashi up and into a kiss with his arms around his neck. Once they both pulled away, Emon held Hisashi close and rested his head against his shoulder.

"I love you so much Sai, and thank you for the ring. It's absolutely as beautiful as you are..." Emon said, then remembered his proposal gift. He let go of Hisashi, grabbed the box, went down on his knees, and held the box up.

"This is what I was going to give you... I hope you don't mind it not being a ring..."

Hisashi took the box from him and unlocked the latch. He lifted the lid to find a ornate dagger inside. It had a pale green jade hilt with silver sheath decorated with floral motifs and pale green and red gemstones. He gently picked up the dagger and unsheathed it to reveal a silver, double edged blade.

"This is beautiful," he said in awe, sheathing the blade and placing it carefully back into the box.

"I'm glad you think so. As soon as I saw it, I figured it would be a perfect gift," Emon said, smiling.

"It definitely is. Thank you," Hisashi said, giving Emon a quick peck on the lips.

"Well, should we get out of here and start the next chapter of our lives?" Hisashi asked.

Emon took a hold of Hisashi's hand and said, "I'm ready whenever you are."

They took one more look at the view, and Hisashi started to lead Emon.

"Let's go."

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You Bring the Moon and Stars to Me (Part Two) - Tyson Jost

Synopsis: A Soulmate!AU where your soulmark only appears once you fall in love with your soulmate

Words: 4.8k

Part One

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September 2017 - Denver, CO 

NHLers + 1 Tucker: heard you got a job in Denver Tucker: you know who else got a job there Y/N: what are you going on about Brock: tyson jost plays for the avs Brock: you should catch a game when the szn starts Y/N: he barely knows who i am Tucker: he thinks youre cute *Brock emphasized the message* Y/N: that was months ago Brock: whats the worst that can happen Y/N: hes literally a pro athlete Tucker: im a pro athlete and I still talk to you

You set your phone back onto the patio table, changing it out for your margarita. You were sitting on your new best friend and coworker, Caitlyn’s, back deck enjoying margaritas in the early Denver fall when she said a name you hadn’t heard in months.

“So, when were you going to tell me you know Tyson Jost?” 

You nearly spit out the alcoholic beverage, choking as it goes down the wrong pipe. “Uh, because I don’t? He played hockey where I got my undergrad, not a big deal.”

“Then how come I’m scrolling on Instagram, and Tyson Jost shared to his IG story a picture that you, my friend, are in?” She pushes her phone across the table to you and you look at the picture. Sure enough, it’s a picture Brock had shared to his story, that Tyson had reshared, from the 2017 senior banquet. You’re standing between Brock and Tucker in the back of the photo, barely seen as you were tucked in a large group of hockey players. You weren’t even tagged and yet, somehow Caitlyn had been able to pinpoint you, with none other than Tyson Jost standing right in front of you.

“I’ve had maybe three conversations with him? He only played the one year there and I wasn’t tutoring him.” You shrug, not getting what the huge deal was.

“You were a tutor?”

“Yeah, for athletes, but towards the end I was mainly tutoring the hockey team. That’s why I’m in that picture, I was pretty close to a few of the guys. That was their senior banquet my senior year and I went as one guy’s date, and no, it wasn’t with Tyson or Brock. It was with a guy named Tucker, he plays for the Jets actually.”

 Caitlyn asks a few more questions about your college life before the sun starts to set, and the hockey conversation gets dropped.

“Trust me, I’m not ‘immersed’ into the NHL community or whatever. I just have a few friends in the league that I don’t even talk to that much besides sending memes in a group chat.” You say closing out the topic, choosing to move onto something else.

“Anyways, tell me more about Jack! How come I haven’t met your soulmate yet, huh?” You ask giddly. Soulmates were one of your favorite things to talk about, mainly because you were a hopeless romantic at heart; always fantasizing about the day you’d meet yours and listening to other people share their stories about it.

“Well we met in March when we were at a tech conference while he was still going to school, but I had already graduated and moved here. He still has another year before he graduates and he plans on coming out once he does, depending on if he can get a job in the area.”

“Do you think he’ll move to Denver?”

“I think so, he loved it here when he came and visited over the summer. He loved this house, and he loves the outdoors. I don’t really want to leave, either. I mean, Denver’s my home.” She says, smiling at the thought of her current surroundings.  

Hearing others talk about their soulmates kind of made you envious, but you were happy for your friend. Watching her face light up as she talked about Jack was something you only wished for and couldn’t wait to experience for yourself.

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Two days later, you’re back over at her place for your weekly Taco Tuesday’s - a tradition the two of you had started not too long after you met at your job a few months back. You hop out of your SUV, noticing the moving truck next to your friend’s house, and definitely not missing the large group of burly men unpacking it.

Walking into the house you shout, making your appearance known. Entering the kitchen you set the grocery bag on the counter. “Did you see that people are moving in across the street? Looks like it’s a group of guys.”

Caitlyn shrugs before continuing, “Took ‘em long enough to sell the house. That house was up for sale when I moved here in June.” She starts walking around the island, back towards the front of the house to further inspect the new neighbors, you close behind. A few of them have their shirts off, even in the brisk fall Denver air, and even with the distance, the both of you can tell there’s some serious man-candy going on across the street.

The both of you retreat back to the kitchen, getting ready to make your weekly tacos, catching up on work, friends, drama, and what had happened on this week’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy. As Caitlyn was finishing up the taco meat, you went to get beers from the fridge in the garage when you heard a voice other than your friends’ in the kitchen on your way back.

Walking into the room you’re shell shocked at the group of men in front of you. No, scratch that. Shocked at one particular man in front of you. Your jaw drops as none other than Tyson Jost looks right back at you.

He marveled at the sight of you, “y/n y/l/n?”

“In the flesh” You laugh lighty.

“You live here?” He inquired, with a hint of shyness in his voice.

“No, Caitlyn lives here, but I live in the area” you respond pointing over to the blonde standing in between the two of you. You look around at the rest of the guys, remembering that it’s not just the two of you standing in your friends kitchen, having what seems like a reunion of sorts.

A deep cough comes from next to you, pulling you out of your confused, yet awe-struck state. “Hey, uh, I’m JT,” comes from the burly redhead standing a few feet away from you, “This is Alexander, Nate, and then Tyson, who I guess you already know?” He points to everyone as he says their names, a hint of question in his tone when he goes over Tyson’s name. 

At this, Tyson jumps in, “She went to North Dakota, too. She knew the hockey team.”

“Oh?” JT asks, eyebrows raising towards his hairline in question.

“Uh, yeah, I was one of the tutors.” You explain briefly.

“You still talk to any of them?” Tyson asks, centering the conversation around you rather than the relationship between the two of you.

“I talk to Brock every now and then, and I’m still pretty close with Tucker.” You answer, not wanting to give too many details about your friendships with other NHLers. Tyson nods his head at you, before JT speaks up once again, steering back to the original reason of the conversation.

The boys had stopped by because they saw the open garage and needed a pair of scissors. Something you assumed a group of guys would have when moving into a new house. As the conversation came to a halt, and the boys started to leave, wanting to let you guys get back to your dinner, Tyson stops on the front porch to continue talking to you. 

“So, you ended up in Denver, eh?” He asks, shoving his hands into his short pockets.

“I did, and I like it a lot so far. I got offered a job as a project manager for a company that has their corporate offices here. Couldn't pass up the opportunity to move to a new city.” As you finish talking, you realize you had started rambling a little bit, a slight blush rising to your cheeks.

Tyson smiles widely, noticing the joy and passion in your voice. A voice in the distance calling out for Tyson breaks the moment you two are having. “I should probably get back, but, uhm, if you ever want to catch up or anything don’t hesitate to text me or something.”

“Uh, yeah, for sure. I’ll let you get back to moving.” You exclaim with a hint of nervousness. You weren’t sure if you should hug him goodbye, but you were a big hugger, so you awkwardly go in for a hug, to which Tyson happily consumes. The two of you go your separate ways as Tyson jogs across the street back to his house. 

Walking back into Caitlyn’s kitchen, you’re snapped back to reality by the look on your friends face. Dropping your shoulders, you groan, “What?”

“I don’t know Tyson Jost, she says. We just went to college together, she says,” she mocks in a high-pitched tone. “That interaction had way too much something in it for you two to have just been acquaintances or whatever you were.”

 “I promise you I barely know him. I just always thought he was cute like everyone else did and the guys loved to make fun of me for it. He’s also four years younger than me.” You reveal embarrassingly, a small smile coming to your face thinking back on some of the memories you had. “Like, my senior year, they made me show up to a jersey party at the hockey house wearing his jersey. I think I was the only one at the whole party even wearing something NoDak related, too. It was just dumb, little stuff.” 

“Aw, that’s kind of cute.” Caitlyn gushes, taking a sip from her beer. The two of you start to make your tacos, and sit in a comfortable silence while eating.

It’s halfway through dinner you realize you don’t even have Tyson’s phone number, contemplating on whether or not you want to text him. “Should I text him?” You ask. “I barely know him and now he’s an up-and-coming professional athlete.”

“You’re both new to the city, so I don’t see the harm in it?” Your friend reasons.

You nod in agreement, trying to figure out how you’re even going to get his phone number. Picking up your phone, you go to text Tucker.

Y/N: would you happen to have tyson josts number :-) Tucker: thought you didnt want it Y/N: yeah funny story actually Y/N: i guess he lives across the street from my coworker now Tucker: ur kidding Y/N: i wish i was Tucker: i knew you two would somehow find each other Y/N: whatever

Tucker ends up texting you Tyson’s phone number a little bit later, and after a lot of typing and retyping you finally settle on a simple “hey” with a simple smiley face, letting him know it’s you.

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Once you had sent the first initial text to Tyson a few days ago, it seemed like the two of you had been friends all along. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, only texting one another when you really had the time to. 

Part of you was nervous that the two of you had really never hung out, apart from those few occasions back at school, but even then it was never just the two of you. You had contemplated asking Caitlyn to come over in case it got awkward. In the end, you didn’t let your nerves get the best of you and you went through with going over to his house to meet up with him.

Knocking on the front door, you twist your hands together in anticipation. 

The large wooden door swings open to reveal a very smiling Tyson, “Hey!” He moves to the side to let you in but as you pass him he opens his arm signaling for a hug. 

You wrap one arm around him, half leaning into his side for a side hug as you greet him in return. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great, development camp just ended. I got the letter saying I made the opening day roster, so still trying to get used to that.” He answers with a small laugh. His hands are resting in his front hoodie pocket, and you notice how nice his posture is. You look over him, also noting that his legs look much thicker than you remember and his chest is much broader, even under the expanse of his hoodie.

“That’s great” You compliment, feet planted to the ground once you slip your shoes off. The two of you are still standing in the foyer of his home. The air around the two of you almost makes it feel like one of those ‘we met online and we’re now meeting each other for the first time’ moments. 

Tyson starts walking, leading the two of you to his kitchen before asking if you want anything to drink.

“Water would be awesome.” You answer, moving to take a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen island.

Tyson closes the fridge, handing you a water bottle. “So how long have you been in Denver?”

“Since June, so three months?” You say, counting on your fingers. “I got the job not too long after I graduated but I went on vacation with some friends before moving. What about you?” 

“I actually came down in April after the UND season ended, but only for a few games. I just got back, like, two weeks ago.” He starts, leaning his elbows down against the counter in front of you. “I was in a hotel until you saw us moving in the other day, actually.”

“Why’s that?” You ask, knitting your eyebrows in confusion.

“So like, the way it works is that you have to make the team during development camp and if you don’t you’ll go back to wherever you were playing before. I already lost my NCAA eligibility when I left, so if I didn’t make the team I would’ve gone down to San Antonio where our AHL team is.” Tyson explains, hands moving around in the air as he speaks.

You nod your head as he speaks, starting to understand the process of how one makes the NHL. “Well, I think you’ll love it here. I’ve only been here for a few months and I can’t stop thinking about how perfect this place is.” You gush.

“Yeah, I’m really excited for the season. The guys are all really nice and welcoming already.” He muses. His eyes crinkle a little bit, a sure sign of happiness as he smiles.

You smile in response, “From what I remember back at school, you were pretty good, too.” 

A small blush rises on his tan cheeks and the tips of his ears. He pushes a hand through the curls on the top of his head with a shrug. “You majored in marketing?” Tyson asks, changing the subject. He was never one to talk about himself too much, even with all of his accomplishments.

“I did!” you exclaim, surprised he even remembered that about you. “I’m a project manager, so I basically manage a few different projects at a time at a marketing firm. I like it a lot so far. That’s how I know Caitlyn, the girl across the street.” You point in her general direction, gesturing to the house across the street.

“What part of the city do you live in?” He asks curiously. He stands up straight again, leaving his hands resting on the counter. 

“Over in Westwood, in a townhouse.” You answer, once again stunned at his ability to remember small details from previous conversations. “It’s just southwest of downtown and like, 20 minutes from here.”

“I haven't really gotten the chance to really explore the area too much, so I have no idea where that is.” He laughs. 

You laugh along with him, “We can always figure it out together if you want, because I haven’t done too much either.” You freeze up slightly at your request, not really knowing where your bravery came from. 

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” He agrees. “Being around a bunch of hockey players all the time can be a little much. Besides, it’s nice to have familiar faces around, eh?” He quirks his eyebrow at you.

“For sure.” You agree, taking another sip from your water. “You have any other plans for the day?”

“Other than this, no.”

“I was thinking,” you start, “we could order food or something? I can start showing you the best food places around.” 

“Yeah, I’m actually getting kinda hungry. What’re you thinking?” He asks, making a show to rub at his belly.

“I found a really good ramen place a few weeks ago that I really liked if you’re down to try that?” You suggest, pulling your phone out planning to pull up the menu for the two of you.

“Sure, I’m down to try anything.” 

You stand up from where you were sitting to move over to him, placing your phone on the counter so both you and Tyson can look at the screen. He moves closer to you, shoulders now touching as you both look down at the phone in front of you quietly. He’s comfortable enough to scroll on the website on his own, even with the newness of your friendship. 

As you move to fully stand straight up next to him, the brush of the side of your upper arm against his sends a sort of static through your body. You shrug your arm, moving a few inches away from the man next to you.

“Do you know what you want? I can call and place the order.” You suggest, gesturing towards your phone. He pushes the phone over to you, telling you what he wants before saying he’ll venmo you for his part. 

A little while later, once you’ve driven to downtown Denver and back, you have ramen in front of you as the two of you sit out on the back deck trying to enjoy the last of the warm weather.

The two of you sit across from one another eating in the quiet when JT walks out. “You guys got food and didn’t ask me if I wanted any? I’m hurt.”

Your eyes gaze between him and to Tyson, before Tyson speaks up, “Not my problem you weren’t around when we ordered it.” 

You chuckle lightly at the interaction in front of you as JT rolls his eyes looking for a response. Instead of verbally responding, he walks over to take a seat next to his roommate, giving him a shove as he passes by him.

“So, y/n, have you found your soulmate yet?”

“Bro, what is with you and your need to ask every single person you know that?” Tyson groans, dropping his fork into his bowl.

“What, it’s fascinating!” He exclaims, leaning back into his seat.

“Yeah, because you basically already know who yours is.”

“You already have a soulmate?” You ask, swallowing the bit of noodles in your mouth.

“Technically, no,” He starts, dragging out the ��no’. “But I’m convinced I know who it actually is.”

“He met this girl over the summer and felt some ‘connection’ to her or whatever.” Tyson says, doing finger quotations around connection. 

“Shut up,” JT groans. “I swear the world stopped when we made eye contact and then we talked and I was just blown away.”

You look at him as he talks, but you notice Tyson next to him, mouthing the words JT is speaking. You giggle a little, causing Tyson to smile.

“I think that’s great, you’ll have to keep me updated on it all.” You say with a smile on your face. Tyson and JT continue to bicker like the best friends you're starting to see they are, as you sit and continue eating your ramen. The way Tyson easily chirps him and laughs makes your stomach do tiny little flips. 

January 2018 - Pepsi Center, Denver, CO 

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best friend ever?” Caitlyn exclaims with glee.

You laugh loudly, holding open the door to the Pepsi Center for your friend to walk through. “You mean have you ever told me that you love that I’m friends with NHL players so I can get good tickets? Once or twice.”

The Winnipeg Jets were in town, meaning Tucker would be playing Tyson for the first time at the NHL level. Tucker had let you know a few weeks ago that he would be in town briefly to play the Avs, and what he didn’t know was that Tyson had also told you the other day about the game. Tucker offered to get you and a friend tickets to the game, which you happily took.

Now, the both of you are walking around on the concourse level, looking for a good place to stop and get drinks before puck drop.

Caitlyn turns to you after you both get your drinks, “Does Tucker know that you’re talking to Tyson?”

“No, I’d thought I’d let him figure it out on his own. I mean, he was one of the guys that always pushed us two to get to know each other so I don't want to make a big deal out of nothing yet.” You shrug.

“Didn’t you say we’re all getting brunch tomorrow though? Won’t he know then?”

“He knows, yeah, but he doesn’t know that I know Tyson will be there. Just a little payback for all the pranks he pulled back in college.”

You guys finally locate your seats in the lower bowl, drifting your conversation to the game itself. You knew Caitlyn was a big hockey fan, her being from Michigan and all, so you were happy you finally got to see her in her element.

The Avs scoot by with an overtime win, not seeing too much action from either Tyson or Tucker on the official score sheet. As you guys exit the arena, you shoot a text to both Tyson and Tucker individually, letting them know they played good games.

The next morning both you and Caitlyn are running a little behind getting to brunch, catching an odd amount of Denver traffic on the way to the chosen restaurant.

Walking through the glass doors of the restaurant, you wipe your snow covered feet off on the mat before looking up trying to either spot the mop of curls atop Tyson’s head or Tucker’s broad shoulders.

You catch Tyson’s eyes before Tucker spots you, giving him a small wave and smile before you and Caitlyn make your way over to their table. Tyson stands to give you a hug before Tucker can and when you pull away, you see a look of confusion on Tucker’s face. You move to give him a tight hug, letting him know how much you’ve missed having him around.

Once Caitlyn introduces herself to Tucker, the two of you take your seats across from them in the booth.

“I feel like the two of you are all grown up! My two not-so-little NHLers,” You squeal jokingly. Tyson laughs with a slight blush at this, while Tucker, who’s across from you, rolls his eyes.

“No no no, we’re not doing that.” Tucker laughs. “You can see how we’re doing with one google search. How’re you? How’s work?” 

“Very good!” You exclaim, “Caitlyn and I have this really innovative project coming up that we’re super excited for.”

“The one with Finish Line?” Tyson jumps in, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah that one!” Caitlyn answers. You can tell she’s about to explain it further with the way she leans forward over the table.

Tucker cuts her off before she can continue to explain it, “What the fuck? How did you know that?” 

“She was telling me the other day about it when I was at her place.” Tyson answers quickly.

“You were at her place?” Tucker asks, growing even more confused.

“Yeah, he was helping me with my new desk. Caitlyn was out of town so she couldn’t help.” You answer without hesitation.

“Oh! You got it set up?” Caitlyn asks the two of you. “You’ll have to send me a picture when you get home.” The way Caitlyn jumps into the conversation doesn’t help Tucker’s confusion one bit as he stares at the three of you blankly,

“So you’re telling me the two of you, like, hang out?” Tucker asks, pointing between the two of you. 

“Mhhm,” you hum with a tight-lipped smile. “Not too often, though.” Before Tucker can muster up a response the waitress appears to take your breakfast orders.

“We’ve only really hung out a few times since we reconnected a few months ago,” You continue once the waitress walks away. “Like, maybe two or three times?” You look at Tyson for confirmation to which he nods his head with a quick ‘yep’.

“So, you actually ended up texting him?” Tucker asks you.

“Uh, yeah? Why wouldn’t I have?”

“You literally avoided him all of spring semester.” Tucker states. Realization of what he’s talking about hits you and you sink back into the cushioned booth, your stomach tightening up with nerves.

Tyson, who looked like he was just checking something on his phone, whips his head up to look at his old teammate next to him.

“I did not,” You stutter, eyes shooting daggers at the Jets player across from you. “He drove me home from the bar once and then I didn’t see him again until a few months ago.”

“And you guys hooked up and then we never saw you in the same room again.” He says casually, reaching for his glass of water and bringing it to his lips. You choke on your coffee at his remark, going into a fit of coughing once you set your mug back down in front of you.

“Dude,” Tyson warns roughly and slaps at Tucker’s chest.

“What? No one knew where the two of you went and you wouldn’t really say anything about it when we all asked!”

“You told everyone we hooked up?” You ask, staring blankly at Tyson in disbelief.

“I literally told the whole team that some asshole spilled his drink on her and drove her home and then ended up going home right after instead of back to the bar.” Tyson says through gritted teeth. His stern gaze turns from Tucker towards your face, eyes turning soft when he sees your mouth slightly agape.

“I swear I never said anything happened between the two of us.” He promises to you, eyes locked on yours. Your eyes stay focused on him for a while longer. The breath you didn’t mean to hold in is let out a huff of air once you see the sincerity behind his eyes.

“Tucker, that was literally just a coincidence that we never saw each other, and besides, Tyson told me he left school to come down to Denver right after the banquet.” You say, turning your attention back to him.

“Okay, sorry about the assumption.” Tucker apologizes, moreso to you than to Tyson. A smirk plays at his lips and you know exactly where he’s taking this conversation. Before you’re able to derail him and switch the topic to anything else he opens his mouth once again. “Everyone knew you guys were attracted to one another so it wasn’t a stretch to think.”

Your previous embarrassment comes back full force with your cheeks heating up. You pick up your coffee mug once again taking a sip, this time to hopefully hide the pink tint on the apples of your cheeks. You take notice at how Tyson doesn’t move to discount Tucker’s comment this time and especially notice the tips of his ears turning pink.

It’s almost like you’re saved by the bell as the waitress walks up the table, arms full of your food. The rest of your brunch is spent catching up and telling Caitlyn all about what it was like at UND, while she shared stories about herself as well as her soulmate.

All throughout brunch, you couldn’t shake the feeling of the pull you felt towards the man that was sitting kitty-corner to you. Even as you and Caitlyn parted ways from the guys once you left, you swore you felt a part of yourself walk away with them. It may have been a feeling you couldn’t shake, but you still chose to ignore it as the two of you walked back to the parking garage Caitlyn’s car was located.

tag list: @REAVENEDGES-LIES (if you want to be added just let me know)

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|Got Me Loosin All My Cool| M|

Pairings: Jungkook X Reader | Jimin X Reader( Smut) FT- Side Tae & Yoongi

Note: Kook is in 80% of this but he’s “new” to the dynamic...so the smut is with Jimin and the OC...not Kookie!

About- Jimin and yourself take Jungkook shopping for a new suit to wear to the “Spectrum” launch party! OH, and Jimin fucks you in the backseat of your truck in the parking garage of the mall…..

OR: You know Kookie still in that “Broke college grad” phase only being with the company barley a month, and you don’t want him to feel self-conscious at the event! You’ve also been too busy to really check in with him to see how he’s adjusting! So, you thought something like this, in a more laxed atmosphere, would be a good solution! Oh and Jimin, honestly he’s just nosey as fuck and inched himself along, like nobody really invited him he invited his damn self! Also Jungook can’t underatand why the fuck your all so damn attractive...like...why!?

Jungkook’s a sweetheart and lowkey confused and whipped for everybody

Tae’s kinda being a spoiled asshole

Yoongi’s over it!

Jimin’s being a brat, he’s not use to having to “Behave” around others, espeically while your wearing “that” dress.....

-Song Reference- COOL-  Dua lipa

WC: 6K

WARNINGS: Semi-public sex/Top OC/Power bottom Jimin/ Spit play/ Cum play/ Fingering (F receiving) Cockrings/Lube (yes ppl actually use that IRL )Dirty talk/ biting, finger sucking

FINAL NOTE: This little excerpt is the prequel to the next full-length one-shot “All Eyes On Me” which is Hoseoks official ‘Intro” if you will. The full Summary for that can be found in the Masterlist which is linked below! Also if you’re new here..this is a stand-alone one-shot within my OT7Poly AU called “7 Deep” Short version: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with!

(Sneak peek)

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ONXY ENTERTAINEMENT 10:45 AM

Jungkook’s happy I guess almost surprisingly so, I mean yeah Yoongi and yourself seemed cool in the interview, and when he did is work interview the vibe was chill. But let’s get real, we all know shit always seems better than it actually is in the interviews!

For one he honestly wasn’t expecting to be given such free reign already which is also why he’s happy as hell he didn’t listen to his roommate’s Mark and Ten and lie on his resume. Granted, everything still had to go through Yoongi first but he wasn’t just... I don’t know editing thumbnails like he thought he was actually doing real work. He’s been here barely a month and he already has reels he can add to his portfolio! Learning new tips and tricks, believe it or not, even through his internships he’s learned that some people are stingy when it comes to sharing knowledge. Yoongi however was far from that, thankfully he was well aware that just because you teach someone your “secrets” doesn’t mean you’re essentially replacing yourself! What makes you good at your job isn’t just how it’s done its how you do it!

If only Kookie could stop internally fangirling over Yoongi his life would be a little easier! He’d seen hundreds of your companies films before and being the production major he is..of course, he’d watch it the first time to jack off..then the second time he’d find himself just as if not even more turned on for the production quality. That’s something Onyx is always praised for..”Aesthetically pleasing porn”. Every morning, Yoongi would sit him down and show him something new and for the first time he finally understands what people mean when they say that someones mind is..attractive! Not Yoongi himself though, because that’s his boss and that would be weird but like his brain, ya know? Yoongi’s brian is sexy in a broboss way...I don’t know just go with it!

Anyway, Kook’s current project was actually one of his favorites so far because it was forcing him to actually challenge himself! This was something actually requested by Hoseok, who he learned was 26, the head of marketing, always bouncing around like he’s had 6 expresso shots and somehow manages to make streetwear look professional…. But anyway the task is creating trailers for films that are pc enough to not be blocked on platforms like IG but spicy enough to get ppl to wanna watch the full thing. Making a climax without the actual climax if you know what I mean. So he’d have to sit there and watch the films, try not to get hard and wanna jack off while watching said films...then take notes and screencaps of the best moments and compile them together without showing “too much”. He’s never been so thankful that he could wear sweatpants to work….because…..yeah it was hard..literally and figuratively hard...but like I said he’s happy and can pay his bills so that’s cool too!

Don’t get me wrong he still feels a little out of place at times and surprisingly enough not for the reason he expected! Two months shy of his 21st bday he assumed he’d feel a type of way because he’s the youngest but that’s not the case! Hell, they went to Nobu for lunch last week and Jin actually slid him his drunk so he wasn’t the only one not drinking!  Flashing him a cheeky little wink and whispering “Don’t tell mom” in reference to you once Kook looked back at him like a deer in headlights! It seems as though they care more about his talent than his age which is the way it should be because he knows he’s good at what he dose!

However, Onyx is kinda like those offices you see on TV, the kind he never thought where real, behind closed doors the environment is far from pc! It’s not a normal morning unless somebodies cursing out there computers! This morning he swore Taehyung told Jimin he had a shrimp dick…… There’s “that’s what she said” jokes being thrown out left and right, people cracking jokes on one another. And it’s not that he feels uncomfortable by any means again he’s a 20 y/o kid from LA it’s just ...he’s new...ya know? So he doesn’t know if he’s “allowed” to do that! So in the meantime, he just spends his days laughing until his chest hurts!

But besides that everybody’s chill , he’s still trying to learn people, regardless of how laxed the office is everybody’s busy as all hell especially Namjoon and yourself! The two of you are actually his biggest mystery, he’s never thought of marriage being something that he’d want. He’s always heard that people change, and shit gets boring, but even in a work environment that’s far from the vibe he gets from the two of you! You actually make marriage seem exciting, worth it, like a gift, not a task…..

Something else that he can’t truly wrap his head around is that your his boss, like legitimately his boss! Somebody that looks like you,I mean fuck your not even 30, you sway around the office in your little dresses and designer heels! Always dolled up hell sometimes he questions if he’s the one in some upscale porno! Actually, not just you all of you why the fuck are all of you so effortlessly attractive and put together?! To make it even worse you all know your shit too! Two days ago for example Kook went to Yoongi to ask if there was a certain way he wanted the ending credits to come into frame, and instead of Yoongi responding you did! Using terminology that had him ready to run home and pull out his “Intro to production” text box! Shit don’t make any Goodman sense...even Yoongi sitting in his office looking like he could be in one of the films he’s editing and no, god no why is he thinking this about his higher-ups?! No, no, nope try again Jeon!

However, now that we’re on this topic, there is one person that he can’t quite wrap his head around...I mean yeah he’s nice but he just seems more reserved around Jungkook than everyone else. Which is odd considering he’s the one Kook meet first, he’s actually the one that encouraged him to even submit his resume, to begin with! What makes it even odder is Yoongi and yourself actually told him that Tae was the most outgoing...it’s not that Jungkook nessercally thinks Tae dislikes him it’s just ...I don’t know, I don’t know…I guess he was just...warmer when the two of them met at Starbucks then he is now that they actually work together!

...And I guess that’s why he almost shit himself when his phone rang and the incoming name rang though as….”Taehyung Kim”...he kinda hoped he pocket dialed him and would just hand up! But wait, I guess you can’t really do that from a landline can you?? Fuckkkkkk

“I know technologies come a long way Kook, but phones don’t answer themselves ya know…” Eyes fluttering over to see Yoongi smirking at him, tone blatantly amused as he flipped through a file he had in his hands.It’s like he could sense how nervous he is too “Don’t worry about Tae, he’s more bark than he is bite, he’s literally a puppy dressed in Gucci…” Flicking his chin in the direction of the phone with a reassuring smile.

With a timid nod and shaky fingers Jungkook picks up  the call on the final ring “H-hello??”

“Jungkook? Can you come to my office in the next 5 or so minutes?” His tone wasn’t rude by any means but it also wasn’t the most inviting. Eyes fluttering overly timidly in Yoongis direction because he knew Tae was loud enough that the elder could hear and he smiled fondly, nodding in approval. Arms crossed firm against his chest, head cocked to the side, eyes squinting slightly from under his black baseball cap, as if he was now purposely trying to hear the conversation.

“Umm, yeah, yeah of course…” God, why does he sound like he’s still going through puberty right now!? Voice fluttering ina and out of an octave!

“Great!”

Tae just hangs up, no goodbye ...promoting Yoongi to roll his eyes, with an exasperated sigh...Jungkook just sits there for a moment, not too sure what to do!

“You’re free to go, Seok dosen’t need these until Friday and your deifiently far enough along, a little time away from your desk wont hurt! Oh, just save your stuff first though! The systems moving slow as fuck and I’m about ready to break my damn computer so I’ll probably do a system reboot while you’re gone!”

Jungkook nods timidly, swallowing so hard he’s sure Yoongi heard it, fingers scattering to do as Yoongis instructed, he literally feels like he’s going to throw up! Why does Tae make him so nervous? I mean no offense but Tae isn’t even his boss why is he more freaked out of Taehyung than is actual boss!

He hears a heavy sigh fall from behind him, as Yoongi invites himself to take a seat, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder ‘First off, you’re doing fucking great, and I mean that, so step back...and breath...” Squeezing his shoulder slightly, tone calm yet stable enough to ground the younger! 

 “Second, I’m ordering lunch from that coney up the street, Hyungs treat” He watches Jungkook go to open his mouth in protest and Yoongi just groans, loud and obnoxious, eyes fluttering to the back of his head more times than he can count!

“Don’t even try and give me that “Your not hungry bullshit” Eyes narrowing in the youngers direction challangingly “So let’s try this again, what do you want? And yes Tae can wait I already texted him and told him so you’re fine! Now go to google and pull up Leo’s menu and lets order lu-”

“Yonngggggiiiii!!!’ Whines through the studio, which only promps the man in question to slowly sink into his chair as if he was trying to make himself dissapear! And before Jungkook can even make heads or tails as to what’s happening...a pair of skin-tight leather pants, a florial silk shirt, that was sitting so low it mideswell not even be buttoned, flashy shades and windswept pastel pink hair comes strutting in... Looking like something straight out of Vouge so again he asks why the fuck does everybody look like this!?

Not even botherng to ask if he’s interupted anything, just flinging his arms around the production manager’s neck, propping his chin on top of his head,

“I need like...20 headshots edited...in the next half hour” Jungkook watched Yoongi go completely ridgit a scowl on his face as he tried to pull away but the casting manager only held on tigher “...and before you kill me even though I drunk some of it this Amerciano is for you soooo, I feel like I’ve made it worth or while, please and thank you! ” Smiling so big his eyes dispered into his face it took everything in him not to coo and swoon all at the same damn time!

Jimin fucking Park......

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Heyyyyyyyy,

That’s all she wrote for now, don’t know the post date yet, I’ve written up wo when they actually go to the mall so it’s like halfway done.....

MASTERLIST FOR THIS AU IS DOWN BELOW, I’M GLAD PEOPLE ARE ENYOING THIS “UNIVERSE”!

7 DEEP

[mahalkitajohnnysuh]

How They Met

How original of me to use that title for this post, but getting straight to the point is always a good thing. 

Now we’re getting into the beginnings of Johnny and Essie’s relationship, so that might be something you’ll be reading more of soon. 

I’m imagining that this GIF could be something that he’ll do when you get to know him for the first time. Do you agree?

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :) 

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Summary: To copy what I wrote on my draft: Inspired by an IG post of Johnny caught staring at the camera every time he’s at the airport. Yeah, he will make me nervous too. But I won’t back down – I’ll give him a wink in return! I find my thoughts amusing sometimes. 

POV: 3rd person 

Word count: 1,440 words 

Warning: Italics are for thoughts, people. 

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Legend has it that Johnny Suh likes to look at people straight in the eye to make them feel nervous.

That was what Essie Park felt when she made eye contact with the tall guy, who was waiting next to her in Starbucks.

They were waiting for their orders at the counter, and she felt that someone was looking at her. She was correct – she saw the guy was staring at her. She didn’t back down from his intense stare and returned it briefly before she realized how handsome he was.

When she focused her attention on the barista who was preparing her order, she felt her cheeks grow warm. A few seconds later, her name was called, and she grabbed her order hastily.

Nope, she wasn’t going to look back at the handsome guy who might be staring at her still.

Essie was, once again, correct – Johnny Suh was observing her. She stood out among the crowd with her curly hair, flashy denim jacket, and leopard-print pants. She looked ready to prowl in this concrete jungle, and there was a part of him that wanted to join her.

The girl was eating with her best friend Nini, who sipped at her hot chocolate quietly and went back to work. Meanwhile, she ate her penne pasta with gusto and slurped her mocha frap with no care in the world. She was hungry, and she was not afraid to show it to everyone.

This made Johnny smile, who drank his iced Americano from afar and almost zoned out on what his friend was saying.

“Were you even listening, John?” Jeong Jaehyun waved a hand on his face, raising an eyebrow at him as well.

He apologized, but his eyes were still on the girl devouring her meal. Jaehyun followed his stare and noticed Essie who had sauce on the sides of her mouth.

“That girl sure is hungry,” he chuckled, looking at Johnny whose eyes never left her. “Yeah, I know. She intrigues me,” his voice softened at the end as well as his stare. “I think she’s cute.”

Jaehyun looked at the girl again, then at Johnny. He repeated the motion a couple of times until he giggled. “Go ahead, John. Make a move on her. I dare you,” he poked a finger on his friend’s chest, who swatted it away from him.

“I don’t know; I’m shy?” Johnny confessed, his face and ears turning crimson. “You? Shy? What happened to that overconfident guy that I know of?” Jaehyun poked him again in the chest.

“Let it rest, Jay,” the taller guy rolled his eyes, “It’ll happen. I’ll talk to her.”

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Essie and Nini returned to their apartment after their breakfast at Starbucks, wherein they resumed their daily activities. Nini was working on a project while Essie was editing another textbook. When she got bored with reading too many words, she shifted her attention to editing a video for fun.

Since both were too busy to cook – and to be honest, the girls weren’t great at it – they decided to get takeout. Essie craved Chinese food, which her best friend didn’t have a problem with. “Chinese food is universal,” she said before focusing back on her project again.

Forty-five minutes after their call, the doorbell to their apartment rang, and Essie stood up to get it. The delivery guy was beaming at her with their food, and she returned his enthusiasm. But before she could even enter her apartment again, she saw the guy at Starbucks right next door.

Their eyes landed on each other, and it made her feel nervous again. She was about to step inside her home when the guy jogged towards her, his eyes never leaving her.

What is it with this guy, and he keeps staring me at like I’m some kind of freak? She thought, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She couldn’t move from her spot, as if in a spell from his stare.

“Hi there,” he greeted once he was in front of her. “I know I was beside you at Starbucks a while ago,” he smiled, making her blush.

Essie could only nod, slowly covering her face with the paper bag containing their takeout.

“I just wanted to say that you looked awesome. I like the jacket that you wore.”

The girl was dumbfounded at his statement. Seriously? Just because of my jacket? She felt a bit disappointed but at the same time, relieved that it wasn’t anything major.

“Uh, thanks?” He nodded at her simple response, but he didn’t move from his spot. “So, what’s your name?” Essie couldn’t stand awkward moments and had to ask him anything.

“Oh, sorry! That was not smooth of me,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I’m Johnny, by the way. You can also call me John if you like.” He held out a hand for her to shake, which she did with her free hand.

“I’m Essie,” she said, shaking his hand while maintaining eye contact. That was the way you were supposed to do it anyway.

“So, you live here, eh?” He asked, looking around the area after they were done with their handshake. “Actually, I was visiting some friends here. I’m sure you know Taemin and Kai, right?”

Johnny was ahead of you and told you why he was here. But when you heard him mention your neighbors, your eyes widened. “Yeah, they live right next door?” She jerked her thumb towards their apartment, which was to your left. “How do you know them?”

“Oh, I used to go to school with them. I decided to pay them a visit along with another friend.” He peered at the house next door and saw a figure through the window. “He was with me in Starbucks too,” he pointed at the guy wearing a brown sweater. “His name is Jaehyun.”

Essie nodded, slowly absorbing all the information she was learning. “Uh-huh,” she mumbled. “Well, nice to meet you, John. See you around!”

She turned back to her apartment, but the guy didn’t let her just yet. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her a bit closer to him. “Hey, wait a minute! I’m not done yet!” He planted the girl back to her spot and smirked. “Since we’re acquaintances now, it is just proper for them to exchange numbers. You never know what we may give each other, right?”

Oh, brother, she groaned to herself before whipping out her phone from her pocket. “Please put in your contact details here,” she deadpanned.

He laughed at her reaction and handed his phone to her. “You do the same as well,” he said, closing the small distance between them.

She could smell his cologne, and she will not deny that he smells so fucking good. She shut her eyes for a moment before she pressed her number rapidly on his phone. “There,” she shoved the device back to his hand, “please save that, and I’m going now.”

“Why are you in a hurry, baby?” He teased, pocketing her phone in his jacket. “I won’t return your phone if you keep on rushing.”

“Dude, I’m hungry. Can’t you see this?” She gestured to the takeout she carried with one hand. “My roommate must be dying of hunger now.”

Johnny burst into laughter and returned her phone in between fits. “You are precious, Essie! I think we’re going to get along well just fine.”

She rolled her eyes at him, getting irritated at how he continuously laughed at her. “I’m sure we are,” she muttered sarcastically.

“Anyway, it was nice to meet you! I’ll keep in touch,” he waved his phone at her, “This won’t be the last time we meet. Have a nice day, baby!”

Essie waved silently but huffed back inside their apartment, where Nini looked at her expectantly. “What happened? I heard someone laughing, and I think it was a guy,” she remarked.

“Yeah, it is. Turns out a friend of Taemin and Kai’s visited them. And he was at Starbucks too.”

“And you flirted with him? Essie, please control yourself!”

“Niniiiii!” The girl whined, stomping her way to the kitchen. “He was the one who flirted with me!”

“I’m sure he did,” Nini teased, now standing up to help her friend. “Anyway, let’s eat! The food must be hot still because someone heated it by flirting with a stranger!”

Essie was close to crying at how her best friend teased her but pouted instead. “I’ll get you for this, you old hag!”

The older girl just laughed and prepared the table for their late lunch.

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FIN

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Break Up With Your Girlfriend I'm Bored Pt 2 Colson Baker X Tianna

A/N: sorry it took so long to get part 2 up had a lot going on but hope you guys enjoy it, sis @hollywood-whorexx here ya go here's part 2!

Lyrics used Only U by Ashanti

Word Count 1,082

Tianna scrolled through her IG feed, clicking on Colson's story a picture pops up he had apparently re posted of him & Charli via her story. The simple title in bold letters stood out @machinegunkelly ily baby. 

It had been several weeks since her and Colson had met that night at the club. They were dare she even think getting more serious? Colson swore up and down he was through with Charli, her calls were always forwarded to his voicemail, but this the IG story… why why would he repost that? 

Closing it out she was actually fuming mad, she didn't want to be but something about this whole scenario didn't sit well with her at all. Walking into the living room of Colson's house there he sat working away on editing a project on his laptop. "Colson why the fuck would you re post that toxic bitches post on your Instagram story?" 

Colson cringed, "I fucking though I deleted that shit!" Opening his IG feed sure enough there on his story was the paps photo of him & Chari from 4 months ago. "Fucking Ash…" he muttered under his breath exasperated "she had to have reposted that shit after I had deleted it the first time. Tianna stood there before him hands on her hips, her Italian temper was .0 seconds away from blowing up completely. "Baby I swear to you that shit doesn't mean anything, when I said I was done with Chari I fucking meant that shit." 

Tianna narrowed her eyes at Colson, "boy you better be telling the damn truth cause I refuse to be just another piece of ass that is a one night stand to you sir, that is just way out of pocket!" Setting aside his laptop he got up crossing the room closing in the space between the two of them grabbing her face gently with both of his hands he looked her deep in the eyes. God damn if those ocean blues weren't her kryptonite because it didn't take long to melt in his gaze. "Tianna you are the only one I want I swear to it! What have I got to do to prove it to you?" Without even a word she pulled Colson flush to her her lips crashing into his. It didn't take long for either of them to have hands roaming the others body. 

//Boy, you stay inside my mind, ain't no denying that (Denying that)

And only you could do them things that got me comin' back

You gotta be the realest thing that I have ever felt

And I'll do what I gotta do to keep you to myself

'Cause//

The heated rush of emotions led to clothes flying, grabbing Tianna by the waist Colson wrapped her legs around him leading her to his bedroom, kicking open the door and kicking it closed again once inside not taking his hands or lips off of her. She moaned into the kiss as he laid her down on the bed, "I've got all night and if this is what it takes to prove my point the dammit Tianna I will do just that." With a smirk on her face she whispered "good then I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight." 

//Crazy (crazy) 'bout the ('bout the) way you (make me) feel

I just (I just) gotta (gotta) have you (have you) here

And I (and I) wanna (wanna) let you (let you) know

I won't (I won't) ever (ever) let you (let you) go//

Colson kisses down her stomach, getting closer and closer to her hot, tight little pussy. He licks his way down her core while massaging her clit with his fingers. All of a sudden he stops and she moaned at the loss of contact.

"I'm sorry baby but I need you now." He unzips his trousers and places himself at her entrance. He rubs the head of his cock along her slit before slamming into her hard and deep.

Her body had goose bumps all over it "Cols?" "Mmhmm?" "You feel so good, please don't stop." Tianna moaned out arching her back off of the bed. Colson breathed in the scent of her juices, "The smell of you … fucking drives me crazy… … makes me so hard" 

Without any warning she flipped him over straddling his lap, kissing his neck. He squeezed her ass helping her grind her hips. "I have waited for this for so long!" he groaned feeling her center grind onto his harden cock. She brought her moist lips down to his neck sucking on it hard, definitely leaving a hickey. 

"F-fuck. You are gorgeous, look at your body." he said, unbuckled her bra and tossed it aside, memorizing this moment and her pebbled nipples. He bent his head down attacking her left breast with his mouth and the other with the palm of his hand. Before they knew it they were both completely naked. She bent her back proving space between her wet center and his harden member so they could finally get to business. She was still on top as his hands were resting around her hips guiding her into him. 

"Damn, you're so tight baby" he groaned, she continued to jump up and down ridding his hard cock moaning and screaming his name. "C-c-oollss" She could feel how close she was. He bit her nipples swiftly flipped her onto her back side making her giggle and bit her lip, his dick didn't leave her body, pumping into her over and over. Finally bringing his hand down to her wet folds to flick her clit making her squirm and finally reach her climax. "come for me baby, come, I want to come with you" he whisper into her ear, that heat spilling of his mouth and the way he was rubbing her nub made her come so hard, the same time, but swiftly pulled his throbbing cock out of her entrance as he came all over her stomach. 

"O-o-oh fuckkkk! She screamed pulling his hair as she felt his juices on her body, as he let out a groan. "Fuck fuck fuck" she repeated feeling the heat from him.

"Damn baby. You are amazing" he said falling beside her.

"FUUUUCK!" she kept granting, "I love you" she whispered to her best friend, which now had a little bit more meaning behind it. "I love you too…" he said with a smile, kissing her neck, going for round two.

[houseofvans]

ART SCHOOL | Q&A WITH DAVID CHUNG (THE CHUNG)

Artist David Chung’s paintings, drawings and sketches are filled with colorful anthropomorphic characters from sword wielding pandas to rainbow spilling landscapes where skeletal heroes battle fuzzy cute creatures. Drawing from his own experiences and psyche, David’s uses his adorable and hilarious creations to help deal with the everyday stresses of life and as a form of catharsis. We’re excited to feature the work of David and talk about his art, his work as an Art Director at Dreamworks TV, and what new projects he’s got in the works! 

Find out more about David Chung by taking the leap below! 

Photography courtesy of the artist. 

Introduce yourself?   My name is David Chung, but a lot of people might know me as The Chung!! I’ve been living in Los Angeles for the past 11 years now, which technically makes California the longest place I’ve ever lived in my entire life. During the day I work in animation, currently as of this interview, I’m an art director at Dreamworks TV, but at night, I’m my own artist, free to do whatever I want!

How did you get into painting and art as a kid? What kinds of things were you influenced by? I’m not really sure how I got into art as a kid. I’ve been drawing for as long as I can remember. Much like all kids, I’ve always just enjoyed drawing and making art. I realized early on that I could be as weird as I wanted to be in my drawings, and that was a really liberating feeling. Earlier in my childhood I was raised in Hong Kong and Taiwan but my highschool years were spent in Upstate New York, where I graduated from. I pulled a lot of my influences from growing up in Asia and having a Chinese background, but the subjects and humor mostly came from living in the States.

How do you describe your work to folks who’ve never seen it before? I might describe it like watching an animated kids’ movie with a lot of jokes your pervy parents would appreciate.

You have various creatures and characters throughout your work that we love. Storytelling and humor are elements in your works as well. Can you tell us a little about how each piece evolves? What is your general artistic process like? I’ve been finding myself creating new characters based off of new ways I need to deal with my life at the moment. The characters that are in my work are compartmentalized parts of my psyche or emotions. Being able to take the everyday stresses of life and make cute characters go through it in a more harsh and humorous way is a really effective form of catharsis for me. About 90% of the subjects in my work are autobiographical. The humor in my work is just another way for me to prevent myself from ever taking myself too seriously. If I can’t laugh at my own work, then what’s the point.  

Do you have a main protagonist in your work? And who or what is it? How did it come about? It really depends on what I’m going through at the time of my life when I paint my characters. For example, my XiongMao (Panda) character was created during some pretty rough times. He represents my persistent side to survive. Grimothy (the little reaper dude) and Xiaguai (his little chinese demon friend) are my two mischievous daydreamer characters that are all about ditching their responsibilities to have fun adventures. Pouty Pig is the side of me that throws silent tantrums anytime he is unhappy about a certain situation, which apparently is a lot. These are just some of the few recurring characters in my work depending on how I’m feeling. I even have a few recurring antagonists such as the Happy who are pink soulless zombie-like creatures who roam the earth seemingly always happy, but they feed off of people’s energy like vampires. If you ever let them get a whiff that you’re not happy, that’s when they attack. I think we all know people like this. Right?? They’re the worst. I hate them.

What was your last adventure that showed up in one of your work, thematically or just visually? I do these sketches in my Instagram feed called “Procrast-O-Sketches” that usually follow my most current adventures. The overall sketches can be interpreted however you like, but for myself, friends and family in my inner circle, the subject matter is pretty esoteric. 

A pretty straight forward Procrast-O-Sketch is from Sept 21, 2018. We just moved into our new house in the beginning of September, and about 2 weeks after moving in, my 2 year old kept crying that there is a monster living in the house. He keeps saying it’s a shadow man that “kind of looks like Daddy” but sometimes it turns into a dog-like creature. He’ll be playing and being super happy, then all of a sudden he’ll see his shadow man, then will let out a terrified scream, scramble over to myself or his mom and cry that “The man is back!!” We’ve been trying to turn it into a game now by going monster hunting together, which seems to be helping. At least helping him... I’m terrified as shit now.

What is your favorite thing to draw or paint? I love drawing or painting creatures and characters in familiar situations that are way worse than my own.

What are your favorite tools?  Currently, I always have my little Pentalic Traveler Pocket Journal, a kneaded eraser and a good clutch pencil with me just in case I need a quick therapy sketch session to take out any frustrations. I feel like brands and mediums change all the time, but a good ol’ fashioned pencil and a sketchbook are always constant.

What’s a medium you have yet to try and would love to take a stab at? Oh man, there are way too many mediums I’d love to try one day. I would really like to try oils again. I haven’t messed around with oils since I was in college. I also really want to try out ceramics and bronze casting.

Not only do you draw and paint, you also work as an art director and designer at DreamWorks by day? What’s that like and how did you find yourself working for such a cool company? Dreamworks is a pretty awesome company to work for, and I’m not just being paid to say that. They’ve made me sign a contract to say that. But you know, overall it’s pretty awesome because of the people. I love being able to collaborate and riff off of other artists every day. All of whom are working toward the same goal of making the best looking product possible. I’ve been working in the animation industry for about 10+ years now, and over the past decade, I’ve met some really great people who I know I’d work with again and again like I have in the past. So when a lot of those people who felt the same about me ended up at Dreamworks, I was brought on over, and I’m super grateful for it.

How do you balance your work life with your artistic life? Or are they sort of one in the same? It’s actually pretty easy and difficult all at the same time. I deliberately try to separate my work-life from my art-life because what I do after work, is mine and mine alone. This keeps me from taking anything too personally when there are ridiculous amounts of notes and revisions to be made at work. Nothing is personal, and I’m totally okay with that. My job is to provide them with the work that they want. It’s a lot easier to make revisions when I know that as soon as I go home, I can start working on my own personal stuff that nobody can say shit about. 

The hard part is finding the time to have an art-life after work-life. It usually  means eliminating good health. Fortunately passion usually wins out over sleep, but unfortunately, “usually” isn’t always. Typical days at work can last 10-14 hours, and when I get home, I still want to be able to hang out with my wife and kid, which means I won’t even be able to get started on my own stuff til around 12-1am. Especially lately, due to the monster keeping my son up all through the night.

What are you constantly inspired by? And who are some of your early and current art influences? I’m constantly inspired by life and all of the little idiosyncratic behaviors we have. Human life is so interesting even at its most mundane moments. There’s always inspiration to be pulled from who we are. When I was in the second grade, I saw Alien for the first time in my life on TV. It fucked me up. I needed to know what this monster was. Then I found out about H.R. Giger when I got a little bit older. It wasn’t necessarily the style that inspired me, but the way the he created. It seemed like an obsession that he turned into a profession. I didn’t even know being an artist for a living was allowed! Lately I’ve been super digging Travis Millard (IG: @theotherfudge), Alex Solis (IG: @Alexmdc) and I was recently introduced to Kamila Mlynarczyk’s (IG: @Woodedwoods) work which is pure insanity and I love it so much.

What do you do when you are not painting or drawing? Lately it’s trying to spend as much time as I can with my family and soak as much of it up as I can before it slips away. While doing that I’ve been messing around with photography and filmmaking as a hobby. Filming my son doing weird shit is super fun. He makes a great subject.

What advice would you offer to an aspiring artist who might wanna follow in your footsteps? You gotta want to do it. And not just because you think it’s a good way to make money. You have to want to do it because you love it. That’s really where it all begins. Next step is to just go fucking do it.

What’s your best Art School tip that you want to share with folks? Could be technical or just advice. This is a continuation of my previous response, but it’s important, after you “just go fucking do it” expect to fail. Don’t even just expect it, LET yourself fail. As long as you learn something from it and never stop trying, you’re totally allowed to fail all the time!

What do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an artist or doing anything art-related? This one is difficult, everything I can think of that I’d possibly be doing is art related. I’ve always wanted to be a fiction writer or a filmmaker, but those can be very creative. The other thing is to start my own business producing products for creative enthusiasts.

What are your favorite style of VANS? Every time I end up buying a new pair of VANS, I always end up getting the Authentic style. You can never go wrong with them!

What’s coming up for you the rest of the year that you’re super excited about? I’m super excited about two new toys that are currently in production with Martian Toys and Wetworks. Also there’s a bunch of new stuff I’m trying to launch on my own that I’ve been pretty excited to work on, I just need to find the time!

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[syncogon]

[GFS] a glory that belongs to

“Tomorrow is the A-level competition,” X said. The weak glow of the streetlamp cast sharp shadows over his features as he leaned against his car. “Nervous?”

“What’s it to you? I don’t need Bat Team’s concern,” Huo Tian spat. Somehow these Bat Team people just. Kept. Harassing him. He was getting absolutely sick of it.

“Are you really planning to use the chip that K gave you?”

Huo Tian, whose mouth was already open with some angry retort, hesitated.

“The truth is, at your skill level, you would only need a small boost to your car’s attributes for a clean win at A-levels,” X said. “There is absolutely no need for you to cheat.”

He extended his palm, which held a small square box—outwardly, identical to the box that K had given Huo Tian. “This,” X said, as Huo Tian stared, “is a chip I designed to help increase engine output. Any pro racer would use something like this. On the other hand, what Dr. Huo Zhen gave you is a chip pre-configured with the stolen A-level racetrack data.”

That chip was still sitting in its box in Huo Tian’s pocket. He hadn’t installed it in his car. And now, he felt its weight pressing against him.

“Rely on yourself or rely on your father, it’s your choice.”

//

The doc just wants you to win this race. That’s what K had told him when giving him that first chip. But as much as Huo Tian wanted victory—and as much as he wanted his father’s acceptance—he wanted it on his own terms. So, presented with a way out, he clenched his teeth and said, “I’m relying on myself.”

X, who had projected an air of indifference up to this point, now gave an unreadable smile. “Wise choice.”

Tracing his thumb over the box of the newly-exchanged chip, Huo Tian asked him, “Why are you doing all this?” Because X was going out of his way to help Huo Tian behind his father’s back, and Huo Tian knew very well the risks of that.

“I’m only doing what I should,” X said, already walking away.

Huo Tian had no idea what that meant—really, what a weird guy. But X had given him this chance now, and he wasn’t about to squander it. He was going to stand on that podium, and the world would see him, and only him.

*

(And it was indeed very wise, for the stolen track data was false, and had Huo Tian chosen to use it, he would have lost the race for sure. But Huo Zhen didn’t know that when he’d created this chip, and neither did Huo Tian.)

Ep 37. Messier than usual. Maybe I’ll actually revise this and clean up the ending when I’m not about to pass out

This lil plot thread was actually presented quite out of sequence in canon—what happened has to be pieced together. But I like it. I like Huo Tian’s arc a lot, he’s a good kid that’s doing his best. (Even though I still don’t totally understand the trigger event that led to him running away. Who actually stole that C-level data that dr dark accused him? …)

It’s a bit complicated why the track data is fake, ig that’s another subplot to describe, but (again) when I’m not about to pass out hahaha alas impatience

[gladiolus-mamacitia]

(FFXV) Creature of the Night; Chapter 4.

Gladiolus Amicitia x F!Reader x Ignis Scientia

| Pining | Mind Control | 2,626 Words | 

This is the story of Gladiolus and the secret he has hidden from you all these years. With your new ability, you begin to notice things you hadn’t before.

Tagging: @roses-and-oceans @atarostarling @sonsoflucis @demidemon09 @major-artery @mistressoli @itshaejinju @mandakatt @hypaalicious

Music: Do I Wanna Know - Hozier

Ignis groaned as his back met the floor of the training room, the tip of a wooden broadsword being rested beside his head. He gazed up at Gladio who shook his head in what was probably disappointment.

“You’re off your game, Iggy. Something’s eating you.”

He scooped up the wooden pole arm that his friend had lost during their spar, putting their weapons away before making his way over to Ignis who got back on his feet. He clamped a hand down on his shoulder, brows knit together in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“My thoughts are elsewhere at the moment. Apologies.”

“Better now than ever to get it off your chest.”

Ignis shrugged off his hand and made his way towards the bench by the door where his duffel bag was, the shield following close behind. He dug around or a bit before pulling out a towel and removing his glasses to dry the sweat from his face and neck.

“When is your heat cycle due?”

Gladio couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, looking at Ignis with a quirked brow.

“Why? You thinking about joining in this time?” He laughed again as he was smacked with the towel.

“Don’t be crude, that is absolutely not what I was implying,” Ignis hissed in annoyance.

“Oh yeah?”

“You know that I care deeply for you and Y/N, your happiness and safety is important to me.”

“What are you getting at, Igs?”

“Biologically, vampires and lycans are enemies. Deadly to one another,” Ignis glanced at the shield with a solemn look in his eyes,“ I fear that something may happen.”

The shield rolled his eyes, waving a dismissive hand. “I know that. Your scent isn’t exactly threatening to me and my folks, though.”

“But what about Y/N?”

He paused, letting his thoughts linger on the subject. A vampire bite was lethal to lycans and their blood was poisonous to the other. Ignis and Gladiolus had known each other for years, meaning that there was no possibility of conflict between his family and the Royal Adviser. However, the same could not be said for you. A friendship with vampires had been possible, but to court them? It was unheard of and absolutely against his family code.

And how would that affect them when it came to the subject of bearing children?

“ … We’ll work something out,” he finally said.  

Ignis sighed, “Gladio-”

The shield raised a hand, stopping the other from finishing his sentence. “Iggy, look, I’m beat. It’s date night and I just wanna get home, get out of this uniform, and spend time with my girlfriend.” He tugged on his uniform jacket and gathered his items before resting his hand once more on Ignis’s shoulder. “We’ll talk about this some other time, alright?”

Gladio was out the door before Ignis could say anything further. With a sigh, the adviser gathered his own belongings and and left the training room.

You were no longer in the apartment by the time Ignis had gotten home. You had been staying with him for about four days now, and he had known that you and Gladio would go out for dinner towards the end of the week. A part of him had hoped you would have been here to greet him when he returned, but it seemed that he had just missed you. He removed his coat and draped it over the arm chair along with his satchel, making his way into the dark kitchen. Your scent still lingered and he found himself following it towards his bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, letting himself bask in its warm and comforting aroma. His hand slid along the sheets you neatly folded every morning, closing his eyes and picturing you there resting peacefully. The smile that started to grow on Ignis’s face faltered and his eyes fluttered open, his hand shying away and resting in his lap.

Stop this, you fool. You’ve done enough damage.

And although he urged himself to push away your smiling image from his mind, his heart begged him for more, begged him to hold out for some miracle. And he damned himself for listening to his heart.

Gladio’s spirited laugh made your heart swell as you made your way down the street, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close. The cold of the night was unnoticeable with the heat that he emanated, the only tell of the chill being your numb nose. You were so glad to have been able to spend time like this with your boyfriend since you turned, and you especially missed being able to talk to him over a nice meal. From what he had told you, he had managed to finish up moving all your belongings to his dad’s where they eagerly awaited your arrival.

“You’ll finally be coming home tonight, right? I miss holding ya, babe.”

You giggled as he nuzzled your ear, “Yes, I’m coming back tonight. I just need to pick up my stuff from Iggy’s and we’re good.”

“Babe, I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said after a moment, remembering his friend’s words.

The two of you arrived at one of the city’s small parks, sitting along the fountain’s edge that sat at the center. He took your hands in his own, your soft eyes meeting that glow of golden honey.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“I was talking with Ignis early,” he started, “ and he mentioned something.”

You tilted your head, signalling for him to continue.

“I love you. There’s not a doubt in my mind about how much I do, and I want a future with you.”

The corners of your eyes crinkled as you smiled, “I want a future with you too, Gladdy.”

“What I’m trying to say is…. dad’s gonna recognize your scent the moment you walk in the door, but I don’t think he’ll be very happy about the change.” He saw your expression change, that of worry, and he gave your hands a reassuring squeeze. “But I don’t care, because I know what I want. And that’s you.”

You couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped you. The Amicitia family was one that prided itself in its consistent lineage: alpha wolves and proud shields of the crown. You desperately didn’t want to let go of Gladiolus, but if you refused then you would be interfering with their code. You were now the outsider. Crossbreeding was something that was considered blasphemy, you remember Ignis had told you that during your stay with him. As you held his hands, you could see into his thoughts. You understood exactly what he was trying to make you understand.

You would be welcomed as always, but you wouldn’t be able to call Gladio your husband under the knowledge of his family. The realization hurt, but you were willing to make it work.

“Gladio,” you quietly spoke, “As long as I can say that you’re mine and that I’m yours, I understand.”

His eyes widened as a surge went through him, as if he could feel the love and empathy that flowed from you. You took in his feelings and projected your own towards him, your surroundings fading away and leaving just the two of you in this safe space of one another. He grinned at you and you returned it, leaning forward to kiss him sweetly. You wouldn’t give up on one another, even if the world came crashing down.

Ignis opened the door, his tired expression softening as he saw you. With Gladiolus stood behind you. He welcomed the both of you inside, glancing at his wrist watch in mock scorn.

“It is past your curfew, young lady.”

“Sorry about that, I promise I won’t do it again,” you said in a teasing tone before heading down the hall.

Gladio adjusted his leather jacket, “Everything is settled, so Y/N can come home now. Thanks for helping her out, Igs.”

A spark of panic went through Ignis. You were leaving so soon?

“That’s…. a shame,” he turned to Gladio, “But I do believe that she should stay at least a day more.”

The shield opened his mouth to protest when he saw the flash in his friend’s eyes and something came over him. He nodded after a few moments, all independent thoughts replaced with a mysterious, echoing voice. She’ll be alright. One day more.

You had gone to retrieve your effects, ready to finally sleep in the comfort of your man’s arms once again, but he was nowhere in sight by the time you returned to the living room.

“Iggy? Where’s Gladio?”

He turned to face you, hands buried in his pockets. “Ah, he said something came up, but that he would come to pick you up in the morning.”

You let your bag slide off your shoulder and onto the floor, sighing in frustration at the news. It better have been important, you told yourself. Ignis made his way towards you upon seeing you hug yourself, eyes cast downwards. He frowned, reaching out a reassuring hand when he remembered, and stopped himself.

“Did you enjoy your night out?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I really missed spending time with my Gladdy. He said you guys talked earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, and … we’re gonna make it work. Challenges are a part of life after all.” Your eyes met his sea foam gaze and a smile tugged at your lips.

“I… am happy to hear that.” He wasn’t, really, but what else was he supposed to say?

“Thanks, Ignis. For everything that you’ve done for me, I really appreciate it.”

You dismissed yourself to go shower, scooping up your bag as you headed down the hall. After you had washed the day away and got in your sleep clothes, you slipped into the kitchen to finish your blood intake for the day. When you exited the kitchen and looked around, you spotted Ignis standing out on the balcony, staring out into the night. His hair was in its natural state, reminiscent of his teens. Putting on one of his coats from the front closet, you pushed the sliding door open.

He glanced back at you, “Y/N, your hair is still wet. Stay inside, you’ll fall ill.”

“I’m fine, Iggy, really.”

He watched you as you leaned against the railing beside him and looked off, taking in the sight of the city.

Your eyes met his, your brows furrowed in worry. Ignis had been acting off this entire week, and you wanted answers. “I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Go on.”

“You haven’t been yourself lately. Have I done something to upset you?”

Ignis shook his head, “ No, of course not. I apologize if I ever made the impression of such a thing. It’s just…” He took a deep breath and bowed his head. “We never intended for you to live like us. Keeping secrets and being unable to enjoy life to it’s fullest.”

“I don’t mind it, honestly. You saved my life, I owe you so much for that.” You moved a bit closer, your hand resting on the railing beside his own.

His voice was quiet yet laced with impatience, “No, I didn’t save your life. I’ve only complicated it.”

“What? You’re talking nonsense.”

“I speak only the truth.”

“No, you’re just being irrational. Damn it, Ignis, look at me-”

The moment your fingertips brushed against Ignis’s warm, ungloved hand, there was a rush of emotions that was too much to contain. A sob ripped through you, vision quickly blurring as tears swelled and spilled down your cheeks in just a matter of seconds. Ignis yanked his hand away from you, silently watching as you suddenly broke down. You knew that you would see something, but never did you imagine that you would see everything.

In just that split second of you touching his hand, countless memories of the two of you flashed before your eyes. There was so much ache, and sadness, and….. love. Pure, unwavering and relentless love. It was such a strong and desperate yearning that you weren’t sure how Ignis hadn’t spiraled into insanity at this point. You fell to your knees, clutching your chest in an attempt to get air into your lungs.

“I-Ignis, wh-what…?

He knelt down, pulling you into his arms as your crying continued.

“This is why I didn’t want you to touch me. Because then you would know how much I love you.”

You shook your head, the image suddenly clear before you.

Ignis had fallen in love with you from the moment he had met you. When he realized how serious Gladio was about cleaning up his act in order to have you, he backed off. He knew you would be happier, but he could not move on. He watched on in envy, never once giving the impression that he could possibly have feelings for you. It worked.

The worst part of it all? You indeed loved him. Just not in the way he wanted you to.

“I swore that I would never do anything to ruin your relationship with Gladiolus, as I care for him as if he were my own brother… But then I found you there, almost dead. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.“ He paused to swallow the lump in his throat, his voice finally cracking. “It has occurred to me that having done this to you, turning you, may have been an act of selfishness.”

He pulled away enough to look at you, to take in the sight of the tears streaming down your cheeks. He couldn’t help the pained laugh that escaped him. Seeing you like this was like looking into a mirror of his inner self. He had cut off his emotions and kept them guarded, his ever stoic facade fooling everyone around him. Yet here you were, the object of his deepest desires, in his arms but out of his reach in the cruelest of ways. The meticulously crafted walls that Ignis had built around his heart came crumbling down with your simple touch.

“I have never asked for anything in my life,” he continued, “But I only ask for this. This moment.”

And with the flash of his eyes, your sobbing ceased. Your thoughts being overridden. And then there was nothing.

You stared at the man before you, eyes showing no trace of inner will. Ignis guided you back to your feet, caressing your cheeks and brushing his nose against yours. So this was what it felt like, to have you so intimately close. It was everything he had imagined. His shaky breaths steadied as something within him changed, a desire manifesting that took every bit of strength he had in order to resist. This was dangerous, but he had to take the opportunity.

“There is no forgiving the selfish act I have committed. Every day I pray that you will come and tell me those three words that will end my torment, and every night I’ve dreamt of being the only one that brings you joy and pleasure.” He inhaled your sweet scent, a hand burying itself in your wet tresses and the other gripping your waist.

“Come morning, you will be gone,” he continued, “and I will have made my peace with the inevitable. I will cut my feelings away entirely. But I need only this, to know what it is like to be the object of your affections. Just once.”

His eyes searched your own, hoping that you heard every word that he had said and that you would comply to his wish freely, but there was nothing. Only obedience to his psychic control.

“You will not remember any of this, and it is best that it be that way…. kiss me.”

[alyeskandragon]

The Case of the Missing Identity No. 2

Title: The Case of the Missing Identity

Pairing: Sherlock x reader (eventually)

Word Count: 1,039

Warnings: description of pictures that would be on a strip club’s IG. Not overly graphic. And mention of cigarettes.

Read No.1 to catch up

A/N: I only kind of sort of know where I’m going with this and also I have a crazy amount of projects I am working on. Another totally not mine gif.

“I-I don’t know. How can I not know?” you sat, horrified, taking drag after drag of your cigarette. He smirked lightly at you, almost sympathetically.

“I’m unsure. But I’ll take your case. I’ll find out who you are and what happened to you.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. A distant look overcame his features, as if remembering something that didn’t belong to that time, that place. Shaking his head slightly, his eyes focused back on you. “We shall start immediately. Turn out your pockets. Do you have any tattoos? Which person in my homeless network did you speak to?”

You tried quickly to respond to all the questions. “I, uh,” you faltered. “It was some woman. I’d know her if I saw her, but she was pretty average looking. I don’t really remember if I have any tattoos or distinguishing markings, though the second rib up on the right side feels pretty badly damaged and there is a slight burning sensation on the back of my neck. Then, I was also jumped before I met the woman. May just be from that.” You cocked your head to the side, watching him nearly fussing over you, unwrapping your scarf and removing your hat to further examine you. Come to think about it, you weren’t entirely sure you even remembered what you looked like. You suddenly felt yourself turning again into a puddle of embarrassment, this terrifically intelligent and intensly attractive man examining you (and your very possibly shabby appearance) for clues. Could he tell when your heart began to beat faster?

After a few minutes in an oddly comfortable silence, he took a step back and looked at you with wild eyes, as if the answer to everything was a forgotten word on the tip of his tongue. He had this intense desire to impress you and yet he had no idea what for. He watched as your eyes lit up in realization of a request unanswered and finally turned out the pockets of your overcoat, setting a half smashed pack of cigarettes, a matchbook, a receipt, a pocket watch, and a peppermint on the side table. You both immediately looked over the newly discovered treasures in an attempt to leave no stone unturned. The cigarettes didn’t yield much information, nor did the peppermint. However, the receipt--upon closer look for an ATM--indicated that you, or at least some version of you, had withdrawn 500 pounds. It also gave the address, but you doubted that, without your name on the receipt, you’d be able to retrieve any information further than that.

The matchbook looked fairly promising, as it was from a gentleman’s club near the location of the ATM, called Sophisticats. Naturally, that peaked both of your curiosity. Did you work there? Were you a customer there? Sherlock opened a laptop and began research, looking over photos from the club that could possibly indicate if you worked there. After a few moments, you heard Sherlock grumble. You glanced his way, the matchbook still in your hand. “The women in these photographs aren’t showing their faces.”

You smirked and rolled your eyes, “never thought I’d hear a man complain about that.” You nudged him over on the sofa so both of you could look at the pictures. Women in, what appeared to be, very expensive lingerie and skin tight dresses. Up close pictures of rear ends and bodies piled on top of each other danced across the screen.

Sherlock’s brow furrowed as he spoke, “yes, well, without you stripping down to your skivvies, I’d hardly think we have a basis for comparison.” You watched a small blush crawl up his neck and you suddenly felt a little giggly. “I was hoping to keep you away from potential danger, but we may just have to shop you around and ask if anyone knows you.” He sounded as if he was trying to scold you, but for some odd reason, you found yourself wanting to comfort the clearly concerned man.

Instead, you stood up and looked over the rest of the clues. The pocket watch, a little worn from use, had an inscription on the outside:

R-

My love for you is forever.

-J

You blinked rapidly, something not sitting right with you. Sherlock followed you over to where you stood and you handed the time telling device over to him. He seemed unimpressed and nearly disappointed by the discovery. You turned it over in your hands, knowing some clue was better than no clue.

“So, what shall we call me?” You asked, making light of a terribly confusing conversation. His eyes lit up slightly, studying you.

He grinned before speaking, “Rachel? Rowena? Rasputin?” You both chuckled, the air around you seeming incredibly thick. “Risk?”

You raised an eyebrow in question. Before you could respond, the woman with the hooded eyes had returned with your tea. “Mrs. Hudson, this young woman will be staying with us for a few days. Please make up a bed for her.” Sherlock refused to take his eyes off of you as he spoke.

“I’m not your housekeeper, Sherlock. And what, may I ask, is your name, dear?” She seemed annoyed, but kind. You felt yourself again searching for a name that wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Until we find her identity, we’ll call her Risk. Please don’t mention her to anyone until we have this all sorted out. She will also require some clean clothes.” You stood there, not really knowing how to react to this entire situation, deciding to take the tea and sit back down in the dustier of the armchairs. Mrs. Hudson opened her mouth to argue, but looked at you with pity and changed her mind, nodding. After she left, you spoke, “why Risk?”

Sherlock chuckled, clearly finding this whole thing a bit more amusing than you were. “That’s what you are right now, aren’t you? You could be anyone? You could be the death of me. You are, in fact a risk.” You felt your cheeks flush slightly. He noticed it and immediately spoke up again, “you’re a risk I’m willing to take on.”

You nodded quietly and spoke, “I suppose we’re off to the club, then.”

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[davidsonhq]

You say that you're no good for me 'Cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve And I swear I hate you when you leave I like it anyway.

Date: 29th July, 2021. 

Location: Pete’s apartment, Staten Island.

Notes: After three years, Ariana and Pete finally get some closure in a very Ariana and Pete fashion.

@trulyari

Pete: Nothing about this whole meet-up sounded like a good idea to Pete. In fact, he could hardly hear himself think over all the alarm bells going off in his head, though they were always drowned out by the incessant need to have and own Ariana's attention, in any way, shape, or form. You would've thought that spending so long apart would've done wonders for his self control, yet it took barely more than five texts from his ex to fall right back into the same swing of things that came so naturally to him from before. He liked to think his reliance on her boiled completely down to his BPD, though if that were true, then why wasn't he pulling the same stunts to get replies from Carly, Cazzie, Kate, Margaret or even Kaia? It was like he craved the reckless, impulsive passion that had always engulfed them both and would take it whether it was positive or negative - which, as things stood, they currently were. Call it blind optimism or just knowing their dynamic too damn well, but he had a feeling it was the same reasoning that had brought her to him this evening, a personalized Imperial March doorbell - how fitting - sounding throughout the apartment, signalling her arrival. She'd never seen his new place on the waterfront, never even hung out since their very public breakup, so it seemed kind of trippy opening the new door to a very familiar sight, even three years later. "Yeah, no girl scout cookies, thanks". He spoke abruptly, re-closing the door immediately after opening it and very seriously considering just not opening it again until his body betrayed him by pulling back on the handle. "You actually came. I was right. Dope".

Ariana: This was such a bad excuse. Ariana knew it, Pete had to have known it, and if anyone had the chance to see their texts, they would know it as well. No one goes out of their way to visit someone just to keep the insults going in person. This was a chance to be near the other that things hadn't ended so well with, especially when it wasn't exactly their fault that it went this way. Ariana would never admit to it, but it's obvious. Sure, she tried to be friends with her exes before, sometimes hanging out with Ricky, but maybe the way she had such strong feelings for Pete kept her from seeing him again. At risk of being upset over it again, she kept distance but now it's as of she craved his company. Even if he got under her skin and made her eyes roll on the daily now. Ariana's mind did it's best not to think of anything other than her annoyances as she walked up to Pete's door, but suddenly it's as if they melted when she saw him again. "You-" Her eyes immediately narrowed as the door was shut in her face after the comment, her arms crossing as she waited for him to open it again. "I fucking hate you." The words mumbled out of her mouth. "Surprised you didn't lie about the address."

Pete: If he were being completely honest with himself, Pete wasn’t sure that he’d ever see Ariana again. Her face plastered all over the streets of New York and her voice finding its way onto his radio, sure, but in person? He had promised himself he’d never let that happen again. He knew all it’d take for her to dominate his thoughts again was one moment in person, which currently had him hating himself for being so weak-willed. Three years of resistance, boiling down to nothing. “I know you do” he responded, an all knowing smile on his face. And he really meant it. He felt all that frustration that she must’ve felt too for even making her way there. “Feeling’s mutual”. And yet, he opened the door wider, inviting her in with a side step. “Fuck. A’ight, now you’ve got me hating myself. I should’ve thought of that sooner. Could’ve had you wandering around Staten Island then enjoyed watching the Netflix documentary about your disappearance by the end of the month”. And she really thought he wouldn’t keep up this hateful facade to her face. Now came the awkward part. Normally, he’d greet his visitors with a hug or a fist bump, but what exactly was the right thing to do in this situation? “So, you uh…want a beer? A  joint? A gag?”

Ariana: What a stupid smile. Ariana hated Pete's smile. More so, she hated the way it made her want to smile. Seeing stupid videos pop up on her IG or Twitter of the comedian being funny, fuck him. It wasn't right that she couldn't just ignore all of it. Luckily enough for now, she was able to ignore it in order to not smile back at him. "You wish you could hate me." With her arms dropping from her chest, Ariana made her way past him, making sure not to bump her shoulders into him as she stepped by. "So nice that you know Netflix would make another documentary about me." A shitty grin spread across her face before her eyes were narrowing. "Normally I'd accept but I don't know what I would catch from your gags."

Pete: The way Ariana breezed past him into his home was reminiscent of times beforehand, though the vibe between them was obviously vastly different. Usually she would’ve bounded straight into his arms and this reception would’ve felt more familiar if they had actually had a slow breakdown of their relationship rather than having it come to a screeching halt. The whole thing had been turned on it’s head, and having her here now under such different circumstances was definitely a shock to the system. Sticking to what he knew best, Pete continued to rally with her, the pair exchanging dig after dig. “It actually hasn’t been used in I’d say…about three years? Not everyone moans like they’re used to projecting their voice across an entire stadium”. He turned on his heel back to her, holding up his palms as if in surrender. “And I’m not shitting on you with that, I actually miss hearing it”. Throwing out bold comments like that and acting like he hadn’t was sort of his specialty, and today was no different as he followed it up with pointing towards the human-sized-alien-toy that sat proudly on the couch, as always. “You remember my boy, Kev?”

Ariana: Memories of whenever Ariana would walk into the same room as Pete years ago flooded her mind, causing her to remember how she would hold onto him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. She still remembered the last time they were like that, the scent of him surrounding her like his tattoo littered arms would when holding her body close. The fact that she was thinking of this alone made her want to hate him even more. With her mouth opening to return an insult, it quickly closed again when Pete mentioned what he had missed. Now she was stuck thinking about how loud he was capable of making her when they were together like that. "I'm sure your neighbors were more than thrilled with us splitting up, finally got some fuckin' sleep." The fact alone that the toy had moved from a corner to sitting on a couch like a genuine part of the household caused Ariana to smile in it's direction but she immediately wiped it away to hide emotion. "I remember his perverted watching. Still bring him along whenever you fuck? It'd explain you not having a girl staying here."

Pete: Feeling somewhat accomplished that he’d managed to cause her to think back to at least some of the memories that had plagued his mind since being back in her presence, Pete smiled smugly as he rounded the couch and patted Kevin on the head, wishing he could’ve seen their long nights through his eyes at least once. “Fuckin’ damn right I do, he’s my G. The girls may change, but Kev stays the same. And anyway, who says I don’t have one staying here tonight?”  Raising his eyebrows, Pete looked over in Ariana’s direction, unsure of just where his confidence always managed to come from considering in reality he considered himself extremely insecure.  Luckily, he’d just gotten good at faking it. “Last time I checked, you identified as a female, and if I were you I’d advise against getting the ferry back to the city late at night, there’s weirder people than me that come out of Staten Island”. Digging around in the pockets of his basketball shorts for a pre-rolled joint, Pete stuck it between his lips, talking without moving them too much to prevent it falling. She hadn’t exactly answered his question about whether or not she wanted to partake, but since when would that ever stop him? Ironically, he needed smoke in his lungs just as much as he needed oxygen in them. “You mind? I kinda need it. I can feel my blood pressure doubling just from having you in the same room as me”. Without so much as waiting for a response, as if he were actually grumpy that she’d decided to come and was eager to already get away, Pete slid open the doors that led to the balcony - New York City, the place they’d met, lighting the horizon, just over the water. Raising the lighter to his mouth and sparking his joint, Pete took a long drag before glancing back inside to see where his visitor was at, despite him not being overly inviting.“You coming or what?”

Ariana: There was a softness that spread over Ariana whenever she could see Pete's smile, knowing that it's all he had to do in her direction to cause the feeling of melting to occur. It was terrible. Disgusting. She loved it. "I come over here to see you be an asshole to my face and you're thinking I should stay the night?" Her eyebrow raised in his direction before her sight dropped back down on Kev. A certain night of stopping mid sex to call the Alien out popped up in her head, her mental smile forcing it's way out physically down at the fake creature. "You're a fuckin' mess. Do you want the Netflix doc or what?" Against her own judgement, one of her whispy laughs left her throat just like the way she would laugh around him years before. "Have at it. Just don't ask me to marry you while high again." With that, Ariana followed the other out onto the balcony, her hands gripping onto the edge for a moment to collect herself. The scent of weed lingering around as she admired the city transported her back to a special type of memory, often the kind that lead to her and Pete rushing off to the bedroom. "I'm not gonna let you live down for missing my voice now that you've said it, by the way."

Pete: “We both know one of the worst possible things to come out of tonight would be you staying over, so by encouraging it, can’t you just pretend it’s my entire intention to be an asshole?” In reality, it really was just because he wanted to keep her safe, but he’d be damned if he let her believe that. Leaning back against the railing, Pete opted to face inwards, towards the sight that he never thought he’d see in person again rather than out at the waterfront which he witnessed every day. “Why? You afraid you’ll say yes again?” He teased, knowing just how impulsive they both could be. I mean, fuck, he wasn’t sure that they’d been talking even a day before Pete had thrown out the whole “I’d marry you tomorrow” comment that caused a rapid spiral of them falling for eachother way faster than the average couple would. Taking a drag, the comedian narrowed his eyes through a cloud of smoke, “is that something I said? I don’t recall. I hear your voice every fuckin’ day on some radio station or some other shit. I’m pretty sure I said I missed hearing you the way not many other people get to. Or…maybe even anyone else, ever. Depends how good you’re getting it. I mean, there has to be a reason the guy you started seeing after me looked like a literal clone, right? Trying to replicate anything there?"

Ariana: The way Pete's logic sounded as ass backwards as their dynamic now was gave Ariana more signals that the other was full of shit, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it. "Sounds like you're being an asshole to yourself more than to me. I know how difficult it must be to have my presence around without wanting to jump my bones." She teased before the feeling of his eyes on her began to make her uneasy. It'd been so long since they had this type of proximity but she felt her body betray her as it welcomed the sensation. "That's right, it's entirely impossible to deny such an offer." Her eyes rolled before they were back to making contact with Pete's, her head tilted back so she could actually see them. "First of all.. I bet you don't change the station when I come on either, but still.. you missing the way I sound in bed is what I meant anyway." A sigh left her lips as she turned away to face the city again as if she could ignore how nice it was when Pete looked at her. "Well.. he might have looked like you, but he certainly couldn't hold up in the same way.. don't let that get to your head, though. I don't need to fuel any ego."

Pete: He couldn't deny that this /was/ some form of self-torture, and he pursed his lips together, nodding in agreement. "No. No, you're right in some respect...this definitely was some whack idea that could be considered self destructive. Luckily for you, that's right on brand for me, so you get one free night of my company before I come to my senses. What /I'm/ more interested in, is knowing what's in it for you? Why did you actually come?". He could sense his gaze, that hadn't shifted from Ariana once, was making her feel uneasy, and he had to admit that he enjoyed still having some sort of power over the way he could make her feel. "Or maybe that's just it. Here I am thinking you low-key miss me but are too stubborn to admit it, but maybe you just miss a part of me. And shit, if that's the case, I'm not offended. You won't see me crying about it. Consider my ego already inflated". Letting another smile creep back onto his features as he continued to wind her up, Pete relaxed back against the railing and cocked his head. "I'm right, aren't I? You don't need to say it. Blink once for yes and not at all for no".29 June 2021

Ariana: There was no denying the fact that Ariana might be just as equally as destructive as Pete could be. This wasn't the first time she found herself sharing time with someone she used to be with, Bill being able to contest to that fact. That was a whole other story of its own, but this felt even more. She wasn't ever engaged to Bill. "A part of me genuinely thought you couldn't be an asshole to my face. Which I'm right. Sure, you're an ass, but you're not a dick to me." The other part too it was too hard for Ariana to admit to, especially cause it was ultimately her own life that made it impossible for their relationship to work out. That alone made it feel like Ariana shouldn't miss him. "Oh my god.. you know, you're far more confident about yourself than you think," Ariana paused as she turned her body back towards him so they could look at one another yet again. "Really suggesting that I came over here because I missed your dick." A scoff left her lips that wasn't nearly as serious as she had meant for it. Just for that, though, Ariana continued to stare at Pete, doing her best not to blink for as long as possible until it was impossible. "I get no benefit from agreeing with you, so I refuse it.. but so what that he looked like you. Just accept that I have a /type/."

Pete: “Oh, I’m not doing a good job? I can kick it up a notch, if you want-“ Pete offered, sticking with the facade that anyone would want to come round just to be annoyed by someone. Personally, he thought he was being pretty intolerable, but he supposed that spoke volumes about how much Ariana was willing to put up with just to be in his company. If only she had held the same perseverance during the breakdown of what they had. She had to have known he wasn’t actually this confident and it was all just an act, sort of like the one where he moved on with an almost 50 year old woman and engaged in heavy make out sessions in highly papped areas. To him, the acts were all pretty obvious, but as long as they worked. Waving a hand in front of her stoney stare, Pete chuckled to himself as he amused himself with trying to make her blink until he caught one and pointed at it with an “a-ha!”. “Sure, I get that. We all have our types. Just a little suspicious how yours changed after a certain someone, but I mean, that’s enough calling you out for now. I know you already know it, deep down. You don’t need to say it out loud”.7 July 2021

Ariana: With her own confidence standing at high levels, Ariana took the possibly regretful move to stand closer to Pete, her head tilting back as she gave a harsh stare eye to eye. "Really pay attention to me being this close to you and give it your best shot to be as much of an asshole as you can be. Just give me all the reason to walk out of this place now and possibly get kidnapped off the streets." At this point, it was just embarrassing how obvious it was that Ariana secretly craved to be in Pete's presence. No matter what she said and how hard she tried to act like she couldn't stand him - though sometimes it was true but only to a certain extent - she never really gave herself the closure of ending things with Pete more properly. Only an abrupt break up like theirs could leave a part of her missing him like this. "Not all of us can go off the rails and date women from all ends of the spectrum, Pete. Can't tell if you're into moms or the barely legal at this point. Think I'm out on top with this battle."

Pete: Without Ariana even needing to instruct him to pay attention, all of Pete's senses suddenly went into overdrive, they hadn't been this close since that one day where she flew to New York after finding out he'd been struggling, but even so, this was under completely different circumstances, and as much as he tried to fight off all the overwhelming feelings that consumed him when she was near, he couldn't, and he fucking hated that. He fucking hated her for still having such a hold on him. "I literally wish I never met you". He spoke abruptly, knowing the same words from her mouth would've probably crushed him, but voicing them anyway. Well, she'd asked him to be an asshole, hadn't she? And he still wasn't quite sure if that was because she lowkey got off on it, or if it was because she was looking for a reason to walk away and never look back. Either way, he'd give it to her, and there was no time like the present, not now they were finally back face-to-face with one another. "You knew how much I loved you," he pointed the joint-sandwiched-fingers in her direction. "You knew how easy it was for me to get completely caught up in that whole fairytale without a fucking care in the world. I fucked over...so many people-" starting with Cazzie, his girlfriend that he dropped at the first sign of Ariana showing interest, despite that relationship already being on it's last legs. Her father, Larry David, the comedian, who had always been like a mentor to him who now probably couldn't be in the same room without his stomach turning. Not to mention all the people who seemingly hated him straight off the bat for the whirlwind nature of how they got together, without them actually knowing a fucking thing about how much the pair actually cared for each other. Even his mom, his therapist, his SNL co-stars and his neighbors cat reprimanded him for getting into such a public, full-on relationship. But the truth was - neither of them could help it. When you loved someone that much, all you want to do is shout it from the rooftops, which is exactly what they did. Just...more of a 21st century version. "And don't get me wrong. I'm not blaming you for shit. I know neither of us could've known how it was going to end, and it was the most awful fuckin' thing we could've had to go through - so for /both/ of our sake, I wish you never would've waltzed into the writers room that day. Or at least, I wish you would've left it at that. Why try and get in contact with me years later as if I hadn't already been trying to get you out of my head all that time? That's just cruel. I think you're cruel".

Ariana: It was stupid of her to think things weren't going to be in this direction. After the pain she put him through, the pain she suffered herself, there was no way it'd just be a snappy back and forth with annoyance. It was clear things lead straight to a place of hurting, opening old wounds that she helplessly hoped would have healed. Her own couldn't even heal, why should his? Hearing his words practically spit at her face caused that same old ache to return to her heart, the feeling as if she was shrinking in front of him consuming her entirely. This wasn't him being an asshole, this was him being honest and that hurt more than any terrible joke he could make at her expense. "Pete.." Her voice broke, something it practically never did due to how strong she kept it, but this pain was something else. It's like she could feel Pete's pain just from how heavy it was on him. With shaky hands, Ariana began to lift them to press to his cheeks but they hesitated, knowing they had no right to touch. "I know what I am.. I am cruel," with eyes shiny from watering up, Ariana's throat grew tighter as she tried finding the words to say, "I know I am, 'cause if I wouldn't, I would be doing everything I could to make you forget about me. I just can't forget about you. I can't forget about how in love I was with you. How hard it hit so fast.." Ariana looked down for a brief moment to let her tears fall when it became too much to hold back, wiping them away quickly before looking at him again. "I don't have a reason that could justify doing this to you again, Pete. It's selfish, that's all it is. I've been cruel, I've been selfish, and I've been missing you and the way it was to be near you. Being in the same room as you again gives me more of a high than anything you have in this place. I should have helped it and stayed away, but I.. I just couldn't. I'm sorry, Pete. I'm so fucking sorry for all of it. For this. For your sake, I wish you never had to meet me either."

Pete: It took only moments after his rant for Pete to regret every single word of it - the front that he’d spent so long putting up in order to seem completely fine without her in his life had massive gaping holes in it now, and it only took a matter of a few seconds. But mainly, he hated seeing her cry. He’d seen far too much of it in the last few weeks than he’d ever wanted to, and this time it’d been him that caused them. “Fuck…” he let out, dropping the joint that had long gone out to the ground as he ran his hands over his face in exasperation. “No. No, that wasn’t fair of me, I didn’t mean it-“ he backtracked, though she had to have known deep down he kind of did. “Well, fuck it, I did. But I’m just as selfish as you. We /both/ knew nothing good could come from this, and we both wanted it anyway. I’d be completely embarrassed by it if I didn’t think we were in the exact same position right now..” he admitted, gaze practically burning a hole into her as he dipped his head to her level, adrenaline coursing through his veins the closer he got. “I just fucking miss you, and I’d take anything at this point…”. He spoke lowly, giving into every urge in his entire body right now by letting his lips catch her bottom one as he enunciated each word with a slow, tentative lingering kiss, each one feeling like an ex junkie taking another hit after years of abstaining. “I miss you so…” there was one hit. “Fucking” and another. “Much”.

Ariana: Ariana wouldn't have allowed Pete to take back what he had said. Of course she wouldn't hold it against him because she knew it to be true, but she certainly didn't want Pete to feel like he had to take it back for her own sake. She deserved to hear it and she was glad when Pete confirmed that he meant to say it. They needed to say this to each other, clearly pushing it back was the worst thing they could do. With the singer's head tilted back so she could look up at him in the eyes, any tears left pooled to the outer corners of her eyes and slowly streamed down while she tried to collect her mind and thoughts together. "I didn't want the way things ended to be the last time I was near you.. it still feels too open, too raw..-" her voice slowly cut off as she noticed exactly how Pete was now looking at her, his words causing her heart to beat faster, the pounding practically settling in her throat until the tension finally broke and she felt his lips on her own. Unlike before, her hands came up without any hesitation to hold onto his jaw while kissing him back, the small space between them now becoming as little as possible. "Pete," Ariana muttered against her ex-fiance's lips before becoming caught up in each kiss over and over. "I don't want," her hands slipped to hold the back of his neck to keep him there, "just don't want to miss you anymore."

Pete: Even as he pulled partially away from each kiss, Petes eyes remained shut, afraid to meet her own and face the reality that he’d fucked up by taking the plunge and misjudging the situation, but with each new time their lips met, it struck him over and over again that she was /actually/ kissing him back. Once again, his impulsive thoughts were not just his own, yet he still couldn’t help apologising for them. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, hands going into the back of her hair as they both held onto eachother like something that could easily be pried away. “I just can’t…be around you and not…” want to kiss her, obviously. But he wasn’t about to even get started on the encyclopaedia of other things he’d do to her right now if she just said the word. Shaking his head in frustration, their foreheads balancing against one another’s, he tried to consider a time where they could be in eachothers lives without him wanting to be hers, but it seemed impossible at this moment in time, when there was so much built up tension from over the years just ready to burst. “I cant bare it”.

Ariana: Maybe these feelings that consumed every inch of her body while kissing Pete were a reminder that they never had closure like this. For a relationship that ended as quickly as it had began, Ariana didn't end things the way she would have truly wanted. The way that would have kept the both of them from hurting so much, but everything felt impossible back then. Now that she was kissing and feeling him again and being held by his hands, everything that she had missed with him, maybe it wouldn't have to be as painful the next day. "Then don't, Pete.." She instinctively went back in for another kiss despite trying to talk to him, her arms dropping down to hold onto his slim torso, hands pressed to his back to keep him from pulling off. "Don't stop yourself from doing what you want.. I'm here.. I want it." With their foreheads together, Ariana took the moment to bask in the air they were currently sharing as they breathed. "I want what you want."

Pete: With the verbal confirmation that he needed coming from Ariana, Pete smiled the first genuine smile that he’d actually cracked in her presence in a matter of years, an exhale of disbelief passing through his lips before he rapidly pressed them back to hers, scooping her petite frame off the floor and spinning them so she was propped up against the balcony railing. The whole thing would’ve felt pretty precarious yet there was no way Ariana’s body would’ve gone anywhere with how tightly he clung onto it, his hands winding her legs around his slim frame as if he’d happily be crushed between her thighs like the victim of a boa constrictor. And besides, nothing could’ve been more dangerous than getting involved with her again, but he’d risk it all in that moment. “God I’ve never been so grateful for your stubborn ass for bringing you round here-“ he added breathlessly, apparently neither of them knowing whether they wanted to make up for lost time through kissing or voicing the thoughts that were racing through his mind at a million miles a minute.

Ariana: No feeling could ever compare to the one that consumed Ariana the very second she saw the one person smile because of her that she feared she'd never make smile again. Especially when his smile had always been one of her favorites. With her arms and legs quickly wrapping around his body as if nothing else could ever make her feel as steady, Ariana let a soft gasp leave her lips at how quick he was to handle her like that. And there it was. The kind of comment that would make Ariana laugh, primarily shown through videos uploaded to Instagram. The airy giggle that he would do easily pull out of her now leaving her lips again. "So convinced this couldn't be a good idea, but had to do it anyway." With her arms letting go, but legs remaining tight around him, Ariana brought her hands up to comb through his hair and make a grip in order to pull him in more determinedly, putting pure energy into their kiss as if they'd only see another day on this earth as long as they kept their lips together like this. "Needed to do it.. now I just.. I need you."

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Help spread the Lingthusiasm in the leadup to our first anniversary  🎧💚🌱

November is the 1-year anniversary episode of Lingthusiasm! 

This time last year, we were a top-secret project that no one had listened to yet (though we had actually already recorded two of the three episodes we launched with!) 

Now, we’re a full-fledged podcast that people have described as "incredibly well-researched and fun” and "like I’m listening in on a conversation between two of my most interesting friends.” Here’s a list of episodes so far:  

Speaking a single language won’t bring about world peace

Pronouns: little words, big jobs

Arrival of the Linguists: Review of the Alien linguistics film

Inside the Word of the Year vote

Colour words around the world and inside your brain

All the sounds in all the languages - the International Phonetic Alphabet

Kids these days aren’t ruining language

People Who Make Dictionaries - Review of WORD BY WORD by Kory Stamper

The bridge between words and sentences - Constituency

Learning languages linguistically

Layers of meaning - Cooperation, humour, and Gricean maxims

Sounds you can’t hear - Babies, accents, and phonemes

What Does it Mean to Sound Black? Intonation and Identity Interview with Nicole Holliday 

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Swearing

How to get even more linguistics: our favourite books and other resources 

How to sell your linguistics skills to employers

Behind the scenes on doggo linguistics

You and me and octopodes: hypercorrection

ig-Pay atin-Lay and more language play

How to become the go-to person among your friends for language questions: doing linguistics research

So, like, what’s up with, um, discourse markers? Hark, a liveshow!

Is X a sandwich? Solving the word-meaning argument 

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Fire

The Man From U.N.C.L.E. One Shot

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Napoleon Solo

Warnings: violence, theft, swearing

Request: “Napoleon Solo x reader, they are forced to work together for UNCLE but there is this tension between them because of what they heard from one another. They have a thing for each-other tho” - anonymous

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A/N: so i know this is a one shot because you asked for one in another message but next time please specify what kind of request you want, or i’ll automatically make it a gif imagine. i hope i interpreted this correctly, and sorry for all the jumps/fragmented style, i procrastinated so badly with this piece

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“What’s this about, Waverly?” you asked, annoyance evident in your voice as you stormed into the room, dumping your bag on a nearby chair. “I was in the middle of something-”

“Don’t tell me you were interrogating someone.” a voice cut you off, and you looked up, knowing the voice didn’t belong to Waverly. An attractive man with dark hair was sitting at the desk in the middle of the room, a file in his hand which he swiftly closed and dropped onto the table. “I just read your file, and you are pretty terrifying, y/n -- especially your interrogation methods.”

Folding your arms, you looked past the stranger to where Waverly was standing, a smirk on his face. “And who the hell of this?”

“Agent y/n,” Waverly gestured to the stranger. “Meet Napoleon Solo.”

Napoleon shot you a tense smile, which you didn’t return as you approached the table and snatched his file. You flipped the papers, your eyes scanning through the neatly printed words, before placing it back on the table and folding your arms.

“You used to be a thief.” you raised an eyebrow, and Napoleon shrugged. “And now you’re CIA’s most effective agent. I don’t know what to make of that.”

“One of CIA’s youngest agents.” Napoleon recited from your file, his eyes locked onto yours. “And one of the more… violent ones, shall I say.”

You gave Napoleon a small smirk, and Waverly finally cleared his throat, distracting the two of you.

“Well,” he stepped forward, his hands behind his back. “Shall we prepare for this mission, or are we going to marvel over one another’s achievements all day?”

“We’re going to work together?” you asked, incredulous. You usually worked with a small group of other agents whom you trusted deeply, if not alone.

“I think your skill sets combined with Solo’s would be an excellent pairing.” Waverly replied innocently, and you frowned. Reluctantly sitting opposite Napoleon at the desk, you looked up at Waverly expectantly as he projected an image onto the screen in front of you. “This is the mission…”

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Napoleon raised his eyebrows as you in the rearview mirror as he watched you put together a assault rifle in the back of the car. As he turned the car around a corner, he finally spoke, “That’s a rather large gun for a covert operation.”

“If we get caught, I don’t want to be defenseless.” you retorted, not bothering to look up. Napoleon nervously gripped the steering wheel as he parked the car, shutting off all the lights and zipping up his black hoodie. “Besides, you’re the one who needs to steal the data drives. I’m only here to protect you, basically. Don’t screw up, no one will know we’re here, and I won’t need to shoot.”

“You couldn’t just use a pistol or something?” Napoleon asked, and you finally looked up and leaned forward.

“Look, Solo,” you snapped. “You do your job, and I’ll do mine. Don’t tell me how to do things I’ve been doing for years.”

You leaned back and jerked the car door open, slinging a small bag of ammo and grenades over your shoulder as you headed for the building. Sighing, Napoleon quickly followed after you. He handed you an earpiece, which you reluctantly took and put on.

“Try not to light this place up too bad.” Napoleon muttered as he began picking the lock to the door. “We want to be discreet.”

You hand tightened around your gun, and you could see Napoleon flinch. “Something the matter?”

“Just don’t point that at me.” Napoleon jerked his chin towards your gun as he pulled the lock loose and tossed it into the corner. You sniffed, as Napoleon quietly opened the door and stepped inside, you following close behind.

The two of you were sent to steal intel on a dangerous organization. Napoleon would erase and steal the information from their computers while you would stand guard, and engage if needed.

You tugged Napoleon’s shirt and pulled him into the shadows as you watched a guard pass, and Napoleon jerked himself away from you. The two of you peeked from behind the wall, and quickly jogged down the hallway. There were two more guards standing guard outside a door at the end of the hall, and you looked at Napoleon expectantly. He had a walkie-talkie which he somehow programmed to be on the same frequency as the guard’s walkie-talkies, and he held it up to his mouth as he began to speak. You didn’t know what language Napoleon was speaking, but it clearly stirred a reaction as the guards looked at each other in alarm before sprinting down the hallway, guns aimed. You and Napoleon quickly ducked into the hallway and you turned around to make sure no one was behind as Napoleon quickly punched in the passcode. You heard the door hiss open, and the two of you ducked inside.

The room was dark, the only lights emitted were from the laptops. They flickered sporadically, and you could see Napoleon’s shadow look around before scrambling to the nearest laptop. You saw him reach for a USB in his pocket and plug it in, and he began typing away as you paced around him, making sure the room was empty.

“How much longer?” you asked, an uneasy feeling swelling in your chest as you stared into the darkness.

“Sweetheart, I just started.” Napoleon chuckled, and you whipped around. You could hear a clatter as Napoleon accidentally knocked something off the desk in surprise. “Hey, easy.”

“Don’t call me ‘sweetheart’ then.” you retorted, and you heard Napoleon sigh softly as he continued typing away.

“It’s quiet.” you shook your head. “Too quiet.”

“You’re just being paranoid.” Napoleon responded, but you could hear the uncertainty in his voice. The sounds of typing filled the room before Napoleon finally spoke. “I think I’ve got it.”

You turned to look over your shoulder at the screen, which was lit up with files. Napoleon looked up at you, and you could see his smirk in the glow of the screen. He turned around to hit the enter key, and nothing happened.

Then, the screen lit up red, and alarms began to blare.

“Shit!” you exclaimed as Napoleon leapt out of his chair, looking around in confusion.

“I don’t understand.” Napoleon looked around. “Everything was-”

“Doesn’t matter.” you reached into your bag and grabbed a gun, tossing it to him. You could hear the footsteps of men outside, and the door busted open. You and Napoleon didn’t hesitate to fire, as the both of you turned over the desks to hide behind. You reached into your bag and grabbed a grenade, and pulled out the pin as you tossed it at the enemy. There was a brief explosion, before more men flooded into the room.

“There’s too many.” Napoleon yelled over the gunfire. “We’ve got to go.”

“Where?” you snarled. “In case you haven’t noticed, our only exit is blocked.”

Both you and Napoleon seemed to come to the same conclusion simultaneously, and turned to look at the window at the end of the room. You and Napoleon looked back at each other, and you shrugged.

“I’ve jumped from higher.” you said as you zipped up your bag. “Start running, I’ll cover you and catch up.”

Napoleon nodded, not bothering to question you. He took off, heading for the window as you fired a few shots at the enemy. Finally, you sprinted after Napoleon, and tossed your bag of grenades over your shoulder. You fired a shot at the bag as you managed to grab the back of Napoleon’s shirt before the explosion.

You felt yourself being blasted forward as you and Napoleon smashed through the window before tumbling onto the pavement. You groaned loudly as the pain of the landing coursed through your body, and you could see Napoleon’s face scrunched up in agony as he tried to sit up. You looked up to see the building on fire, flames protruding from the windows.

“Quick,” Napoleon managed to get onto his knees as he reached over to grab your arm. “We’ve got to move.”

He helped you to your feet and the two of you hobbled over to the car, which was thankfully not hit by any rubble. The two of you collapsed into the front seats, breathing heavy.

“That was crazy.” Napoleon managed to wheeze through coughs. “But then again, after reading your file, what was I expecting?”

“I’m not as scary as my file says I am, you know.” you said quietly. Napoleon looked up at you in surprise. “I can tell you were put off by what you read about me. You were so jumpy every time I waved a gun near you.”

“Sorry about that.” Napoleon chuckled. “In all honesty though, not that many people can scare me.”

You shot him a look in disbelief, before the two of you laughed lightly. “Sure thing, Solo.”

“I actually kinda like the fire.” Napoleon shrugged, and you looked at him in confusion. “Not the explosion you just made, although that was impressive. I meant… your fire. You’re intimidating as hell, but I like it.”

“You’d be one of the first.” you smiled, and Napoleon smiled back. “I guess you’re not too bad yourself, Solo.”

“You going soft on me, sweetheart?” Napoleon chuckled as he buckled on his seatbelt and ignited the engine, and you snorted.

“You’re still not allowed to call me sweetheart.”  

tags: @doctorwhoandrory​