#you need to to chose that type of field! and that's once again what makes you interesting tbh

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I honestly think ballet and history (especially medieval history) fill the same niche in my head/heart/soul because people who devote their life to it are incredibly passionate and at least a little bit crazy and that's what make them interesting tbh

#you need to to chose that type of field! and that's once again what makes you interesting tbh #i'm a bit too attached to my material comfort to be 100% one of them tbh #but i get it and i love it #but yeah my current history professors and my old ballet teachers are super different #but they somehow gives me the same vibe it makes me a bit nostalgic lmao #i'm a bit drunk feel free to ignore me lol #i'm not wrong tho

[beginningofwonderland]

Stay Focused - San

Pairing: university student y/n x office worker San

Genre: smut with plot (MINORS DNI!)

Word Count: 12.5k (I don't know what happened)

Summary: Your mother insists on getting you a tutor for your studies. You want to resist until you meet Choi San, your tutor. His sweet talk and good looks make you focus on anything but your studies and you do everything to finally catch his attention in the same way.

Warnings: San is a few years older (5 to be exact), some nipple play, fingering, some orgasm denial, lots of dirty talk, blowjob (face-fucking leaning), protected sex, mirror sex

The reader in this is so horny omg. Just straight up trash for San (relatable). Also very long build-up.

"Good is not enough in this family," your mother repeats to you for what feels like the 100th time. „Your grades have to be exceptional if you want to work in my business."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you change your phone to the other hand to stir your pasta around. You just told her about your recent test results which of course are not satisfactory to her.

The problem is that you are actually doing pretty good. You never missed or failed a class, you passed all your courses with at least a good score and you had even fulfilled additional classes to broaden the spectrum of your studies. But just like she said: Good is not enough for her. She won't shut up about your grades until you reach 100% in all of your classes - which is basically impossible, especially in your field of study.

"Do you even still want to work in the family business?" your mother asks you provokingly. And the problem is, you do. You really do. Your mother is the CEO of a big pharmacy company and ever since you were a kid you followed her interest in chemistry. You even chose your pharmacy major without her influence. But now that you are taking the same path as her, she is all in your business about being the perfect little mini-her.

"I do, mom. I'm working hard on it, I promise. The next exam is in four weeks and I already started studying."

She makes a huffing sound before answering you: "You said that the last three times as well and still didn't get a full score. You should really get a tutor."

"Mom! I'm the best in my class. Why should I get a tutor? I'm doing great!" You are glad you're only talking to her on the phone so that she doesn't see the way your hands clasps over your face. She can't be serious with you. Getting a tutor with your grades is just embarrassing.

"But not great enough. You know what? The son of a close business partner recently started working at the company. He graduated a few years ago with an honour's degree and seems to be a very promising young man. I'll ask him to tutor you."

Your cheeks start to heat up just at the thought of how embarrassing the whole thing will be for you. Getting a tutor that worked for your mother is literally the worst case scenario. You feel like a high school student that doesn't pay attention in school and now gets scolded for it.

"I do not need a tutor, mom." You state once again but her mind is already made up.

"I'll give him your number and he will contact you. And don't you dare be rude to him, his father is very important for our business!"

You can't believe her words. Since when have you ever been rude to anyone she introduced you to? Your mother ends the call before you can protest any more.

Angrily, you fish a single spaghetti out of your pot to taste it. It's perfectly cooked when you munch on it in annoyance.

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This is Choi San.

Your mother told me you needed tutoring on your pharmacy classes and gave me your schedule.

I can teach you Tuesday and Thursday afternoon from 6PM. Would that work for you?

You fall back onto bed with a frustrated groan as you read the messages. She really asked him. Now you have no choice but agree to him tutoring you because your mother would kill you otherwise.

Typing a reply you take a deep breath. This will be such a waste of time for the both of you.

Hello! Tuesdays and Thursdays are good. Thank you so much.

You hate how pathetic you sound. What are you even thanking him for? You don't want him to tutor you and he was definitely forced by your mother so why even play pretend?

No problem. We can use meeting room 117 at the company since I reserved it for us. I'll see you on Tuesday.

You dread Tuesday every single day from now on. When it finally arrives you feel ridiculous as you enter the large building of your mother's company. You have been here countless times but you never thought you would get tutor lessons here.

Even worse is that your mother made you go greet her beforehand. She specifically texted you to visit her office before the appointment with Mr. Choi. You walk past her assistant with a polite greeting and finally enter her office.

The luxurious room sat at the top floor of the building with a nice view over the city. Sometimes you forget how successful her company actually is. It can be quiet intimidating.

"There you are," she greets you with a mere look up from a bunch of files on her desk. "I hope you prepared well for your tutoring session. Please don't embarrass yourself in front of Mr. Choi. His father is an important business partner of mine and he himself seems to be a very promising employee. I don't want my own daughter to make him think worse of the company."

Of course she only worries about the company. The idea that this is incredibly humiliating for her own daughter does not even cross her mind.

"Hello, mom. Of course I prepared well, I always do. I won't disappoint you."

She nods at you, satisfied with your answer before looking at her watch. "Then you should head to the meeting room. He is always ridiculously early for meetings so he's probably waiting for you already."

Great, you think to yourself. You hoped you would be able to grab a coffee beforehand.

"I'll go right away. Bye, mom."

You walk to the elevator with heavy steps and check your own watch. It's still fifteen minutes until 6PM so there's plenty of time to grab a coffee before, no matter what your mother might say.

Entering the elevator you select the floor of the meeting room with the plan to walk to the coffee pantry first. Half-way down, the elevator stops on a different floor. When the doors open you almost choke on your polite "Hello" as your eyes take in the person in front of you.

Walking into the elevator is easily the most attractive man you have ever seen in your life. Dressed in a tight pair of dark pants and a perfectly fitted dress-shirt the handsome stranger repeats your greeting with a small bow and a mind-numbingly attractive smile. His eyes carry a little glimmer even behind the round pair of glasses he wears and as he pushes back his black hair you feel like swooning.

You have to keep yourself from staring when he takes his place in the elevator and both of you wait for it to move. Just now you realize he hasn't pushed a button, which means he is heading to the same floor as you. Out of the corner of your eyes you can't help but watch him.

He is a few inches taller than you but appears even bigger due to his broad frame. You wonder where that man even finds clothes that fit his stature with his broad shoulders and tiny waist. He checks his most definitely expensive wrist watch before looking at the display counting down the floors.

When the elevator doors open with a ding, you almost jolt. You were so caught up in thinking about how good he looks that you didn't even notice arriving on your floor. The handsome man gestures for you to step out first with another deadly smile in your direction.

"Thank you," you barely breath out as you step out of the elevator in front of him. It feels like the air outside is ten degrees colder. Without looking back you head to the pantry of the floor. You need a coffee even more than before now that you can only think of that guy from the elevator. There is no way you can concentrate on tutoring now without some caffeine.

The benefit of being the CEO's daughter is having a card with unlimited access to the coffee machines so you happily press the button for a black coffee. At the familiar buzzing sound you can finally relax and take a deep breath. No man has ever made you so flustered before just by existing. Maybe you should visit the office more often if that was the kind of employees your mother hired.

Taking your coffee into one hand and your study bag into the other you turn around to head to the meeting room. Caught up deeply in your thoughts you almost run head first into the person behind you.

"Woah, careful there. You don't want to spill that coffee do you?" his voice is smooth like honey, with a joking tone to it. You blink up at him a few times before you find your words.

"I'm sorry. I was distracted."

The man from the elevator smiles at you and you feel your body warming up from the inside out.

"Don't worry, nothing happened." He looks you up and down quickly before holding eye contact once again.

"Excuse the question, but do you happen to be director Kim's daughter?"

You stare at him in confusion. "Yes. Yes, I am. How did you know?"

He moves past you, grabbing a cup from the pantry himself and turning on the coffee machine before he answers:

"You share her eyes. But more importantly, your bag has a pin of the pharmacy faculty of the university and because I'm supposed to meet her daughter for tutoring on this floor in - " he checks his watch again: "exactly 12 minutes, I figured it might be you."

You are impressed. His looks are already enough to have your eyes turn into hearts but there is probably nothing that makes a man more attractive to you than his wit. But what hits you even more than that is the fact that THIS was your tutor.

I take everything back mom, I love tutoring. Sign me up for another year.

"Well, you figured correctly," you reply weakly, at a loss for words. "Nice to meet you Mr. Choi."

You put your cup on the pantry table to reach your hand out to him. He takes it with a smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Miss Kim. I was going to get the two of us some coffee but as I can see you already helped yourself."

Oh, so he's a gentleman as well.

"Next time you should let me take care of that," you said showing him your free access card. "I happen to own the key to infinite coffee."

"Does the caffeine addiction come for free with that as well?" You chuckle at his joke.

"I think it's the requirement to get it in the first place."

"Well then I will happily let you get us coffee next time."

Next time, you think. The reality that you will be seeing this man on a regular basis hits you.

For a second the two of you just smile at each other. Then Mr. Choi notices that his coffee is done and he grabs the cup.

"Let's head to the meeting room then. I wouldn't want to waste your time."

You sir, can waste my time any day of the week, you think to yourself but obviously keep silent as you follow him to the room.

He holds the door open for you and you settle down onto one of the meeting chairs. You always hated these things. They are designed to make you sit upright and therefore terribly uncomfortable. You desperately want to fold one of your legs under yourself like you always do at home but you have a good image to keep. After taking a seat across from you he puts his bag onto the table and looks at you expectantly.

"So what topics exactly are you struggling with? It's been a while for me but I'm sure I can help."

"To be honest with you, I don't really need help on anything."

San raises his eyebrows behind the round glasses on his nose. "What do you mean?"

You sigh, not knowing how to explain this dilemma best. "My mother made me get a tutor because she believes I need better grades. In fact I'm the best of my year with perfect attendance and an average of 95%. She says that everything under 100% is not enough which is why she must have thought of you as a tutor."

San just stares at you with a peculiar look on his face. He looks almost impressed from your words.

"I knew director Kim could be quite strict but I had never imagined that extent. I'm sorry she made you do this, a 95% average is very impressive in the pharmacy field."

"Says someone with a perfect 100% graduation," you snap back, a little more spiteful than you want to. But San doesn't seem to take it the wrong way. Instead he chuckles in response. The sound sends shivers down your spine, his voice dipping way lower than you had expected it could.

"Trust me, that wasn't all brains. I only know my way around people." You don't doubt that last statement for even a second.

"Maybe instead of teaching I can give you some tips around the university. That would probably help you more."

Now you are interested.

"What kind of tips for example?" You lean forward resting an elbow on the table as you pick your cup of coffee up for a sip. It's still burning hot but you pretend you didn't just burn your tongue as you set it back down.

"Does Mr. Han still do the medicine lectures? He's been using the same exam template for years. Pharmacy students are just to selfish to share the results with the younger students. I'll look for my old exams later to give them to you."

Your mouth opens in awe. Everyone from the year above had told you Mr Han's exams were the hardest and it turns out they were just lying to intimidate you. The competition was real.

"These fuckers," you mumble beneath your breath but judging by his chuckle, San heard you just fine.

"Sorry," you excuse your language immediately with a small nod. He is still an employee under your mother and she told you explicitly to act well around him. Hiding your uneasiness you go for another scolding sip of coffee.

"Don't worry, darling. I won't go complaining to your mother about your language. You don't need to be her perfect little girl for me."

You almost choke on your coffee and have to force the liquid down your throat with an effort. You really wish they didn't but his words made your insides squirm. The amount of money you'd pay him to call you 'darling' again is surely an embarrassing amount. But good little girl also didn't sound too bad from his mouth.

"Thanks," you mumble, not knowing what else to say and stare onto the table to hide your flushing face. If you look at him with those slutty, round glasses right now, you're sure you'll combust.

You don't notice, but Mr. Choi eyes you up and down carefully before he resumes speaking. He smiles at your flustered state that obviously doesn't escape his sharp senses. Seeing your pretty face flush from only these few words, satisfies him deeply.

"Then how about that toxicology class? If Mr. Lim still teaches it, I know a few ways to get on his good side. He always picks favourites and it shows in the grades."

Mr. Choi continues listing off ways to better your grades around your professors. You can't help but be impressed. Not only is he obviously very intelligent but also great with people. Maybe what kept you from exceeding in your studies was your rather reserved nature in class.

"How about this," Mr. Choi finally proposes after teaching you some of his ways. "I'll get you my old notes and exams and with that you will surely ace all your tests. Then we can meet up for these tutoring sessions and while you study in peace I can get some work done. This way your mother is happy and we both profit from the situation."

You nod without hesitation. "That sounds like a great idea. Thank you so much, Mr. Choi."

He groans at your words, a sound that makes you react in a way you don't even want to put into words.

"Please don't call me Mr. Choi when we're alone that makes me feel terribly old. My name is San."

"Aren't you older than me though?" you ask back carefully. It doesn't feel right to call him by his first name.

"If 5 years are old to you?" he inquires with a slight teasing edge to his voice. You don't know if he's flirting with you or if you are just becoming a witness to this man's effortless social skills.

Truthfully, you are 22 and 5 years more don't seem that much to you. Still his way with words and the confident aura around him make him seem more mature.

"I didn't say old. Just older."

He rolls his eyes at your stubbornness, leisurely resting one of his elbows on the backrest behind him. "Just call me San, darling."

There it is again. That word single-handedly turns you into a blushing mess within seconds and you find yourself agreeing without another thought.

"Okay, San."

A satisfied smile spreads on his face and you marvel at the dimples that form on his cheeks. "Much better. Than how about you do some studying and I'll get some work done now?"

"Sounds good," you reply and start taking out your classwork. He could've told you to start stripping right now and you would've agreed without question. Damn you are down bad for him already...

It is a weird situation at first. You are used to studying around strangers in the library, but sitting alone in a room with San makes it hard to focus on your upcoming test. His eyes keep flicking from his work laptop across to you and you don't know if he's interest in the topic you're studying or you.

You yourself on the other hand are surely interested in him and you can't help but steal a few glances at him working diligently at his laptop every now and then. Even typing on his keyboard looks ridiculously hot on him with the way his slender fingers run over the keys.

After about two hours of you trying to keep your eyes on your notes San finally closes his laptop and stares at you until you reciprocate his look.

"I guess two hours is enough to make your mother think you studied, right?" he asks with one corner of his mouth slightly lifted.

"Sure," you respond weakly.

"I'll look for my old tests and will bring them on Thursday," he goes on as he stands up to pack up his laptop and bag. You also start gathering your study books.

"Thank you again," you answer lamely. But the promise of already seeing him again on Thursday excites you.

When you proceed to grab your now empty coffee cup his hands react quickly as he snatches it from you.

"Don't worry about that, I'll put those away," he's leaning over the table now, smiling at you through slightly closed eyes and you can't help but be entranced by his looks. "You should make sure to get home before it's dark outside. Want you to get home safely."

"Don't worry about me, I'll manage."

"Oh but I won't if something happens to you and your mother finds out you were last seen with me," he replies cockily as you two finally go to the door.

You have to chuckle at his remark. "Good to know I'm not the only one terrified of her."

"Everyone is terrified of her," he mumbles under his breath but you are already reaching the coffee pantry - aka your cue to go home.

"Can we use the same room on Thursday?" you ask as you stop in front of him. You make sure to brush your hair behind your ear in a nonchalant manner, knowing it shows your good angles.

"Yeah, I already booked it," San replies easily, eyes fixing yours from above. "But let's meet at the coffee machine here. I want to at least take advantage of that free coffee if I give you all my study secrets."

He winks at you at the last part of the sentence and it makes your insides twirl like on a rollercoaster. You give him a small smile through fluttering lashes. "So that's what you meant with a win-win situation: Endless coffee. Well it looks like I don't have a choice but to be your personal coffee machine."

You want to punch yourself right after that sentence leaves your mouth. How much more stupid could you possibly sound? Personal coffee machine. Saying you wanted to be his personal slut would have been less embarrassing.

But San doesn't seem to mind your awkward response. "Sounds good to me," he replies smoothly. "Then have a good ride home and I'll see you on Thursday."

"Until Thursday," you reply before you can say something stupid again and stroll off to the elevator with a small wave.

As soon as the doors close behind you, your head thumps against the steel wall. There is no way you will get any studying done with that man in the same room as you.

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Your next few meetings with San go on smoothly. You are always on time but he is still earlier than you, waiting for you at the coffee machine. You get both of you a coffee - sometimes two if you feel like it - and you two get to work in a comfortable silence sitting opposite to each other in the meeting room.

After San brought you his old exams you can now prepare exactly what you need to know for your next tests. But no matter how hard you try to focus on your studies, your eyes keep wandering from your books up to the handsome man working on his laptop.

You soon notice his seemingly endless closet full of tailored dressing shirts and perfectly matching pants. He always looks immaculate, not a single wrinkle on his shirt and his hair always neatly combed back. Even his skin is flawless to the point that you start questioning if Choi San might be a figment of your imagination.

Just like his outer appearance, his manners are immaculate. Like you already noticed on your first meeting, he is a sweet talker. Always knowing the right thing to say and never letting your conversation end in awkwardness.

Whenever he feels like taking a break you notice him starting to talk to you. At first he asks how your studies are going. Then he wanders off to the professors you two shared and how he managed to ace all his classes.

Your whole attention is glued to his lips. For one thing because the information he can provide you with is crucial to your academic development but much more importantly because his lips are the prettiest thing you have ever seen. They look so plump and smooth while he's talking that your mind can't help but wander to the other things he might be able to do with them besides talking.

If at your first meeting you were down bad for Choi San, one month later you felt like you were drowning and he was the last bit of oxygen left on earth. You wanted him with a passion that you didn't even know you were capable of.

But you couldn't have him. There was too much at stake. He still worked for your mother and if you made a move on him that he wouldn't reciprocate you would risk the eternal hate of the only woman that still held control over your life. And so far San hadn't shown any sign of feeling the same way about you that you did for him.

„You're stuck on that?" San suddenly asks you over the page of biochemistry that you've been staring at for a solid five minutes. You haven't spared a single thought on the topic in front of you. Your mind is only occupied by the thought of San leaning over you on the meeting chair, your chin in between his slender fingers as he smirks down at you. You hate him for having this effect on you when you so desperately need to focus on your studies.

You really need to get your thoughts together.

„Oh no I was just getting carried away," you answer, looking at him pointedly with a sly smile.

You tried little attacks like this on him before. A casual pull down of your shirt, stretching your arms to make it ride up over your stomach or even looking directly at his lips as he spoke. But no matter how daring you get you can never catch San slipping.

His eyes stay on yours only whenever he looks at you, his tone is always polite and never goes farther than a casual joke. You simply can't draw a single reaction from him and it drives you insane.

„Do you need a small break? We could get another coffee," he offers helpfully.

I don't want a damn coffee I want you to fuck me on this meeting table.

"I'd love to, but I'm already way too warm today. I fear the AC can't fight against the heat anymore."

It has gotten exponentially hotter over the past days and you can feel it even inside the modern building.

"You're right, it's quite hot in here," San says with a disappointed face. "What a shame we don't have iced coffee. We should get some on Tuesday!"

His eyes light up in excitement and this little sliver of pure happiness doesn't escape you. It's surprising how cute he can be with that shamelessly hot body of his.

"Do you know a place near?" You ask to drag on the conversation. You yourself know at least 3 cafés in the area that sell iced coffee but you want San to tell you a place. Maybe his favourite. So that you can go and think of him.

"Yes, I can show you!" he answers proudly.

"I'd love to." You send him a gentle smile with long eye contact before both of you look back at your work.

But your concentration withers away like the dying plant in the corner of the room when Choi San begins undoing the buttons of his shirt sleeves.

You know you shouldn't but your eyes immediately watch as his slender fingers start neatly folding up his sleeves. The muscles in his underarms dance beneath his skin as inch after inch of skin gets revealed.

You feel like a medieval man salivating over exposed ankles as you stare at San's arms. The veins are protruding in the heat and his honey skin is glistening under the bland neon lights.

Your heartbeat quickens and it's mostly because it feels like you finally found San slipping. Him rolling up his sleeves is like a crack in his perfect mask and you are certain that he wouldn't do it anywhere else in the company. He only does this because he is with you.

"Shoot," he suddenly exclaims and draws your attention up to his face. You catch the small pout that appears on his lips before he looks back at you.

"What is it?" you ask him.

"I forgot to book the meeting room for Tuesday and now everything is blocked. There is a work event next week. I should've booked it earlier."

"Oh," you simply reply. This is even more confusing. You don't believe that San would ever forget such an important event. Is he trying to get rid of you?

"Don't worry about it, darling." His smirk and the nickname has you fighting for air. "I'll find us something else."

You can only nod at him with a smile. Maybe he isn't trying to get rid of you.

The rest of your study/work time flies by as your mind thinks of all the possible meeting places you and San could have for Tuesday. You feel like a highschool girl dreaming about dates with your crush but you don't care. The man that is supposed to be tutoring you just makes your heart speed up in a way that you haven't experienced ever before.

When your meeting time comes to an end and San starts packing up his stuff he simply says: "How about we meet at my place next time? I don't like working in cafés it's always so crowded and noisy. And I have coffee too."

You snap up at him in surprise at the proposal. "Sure," you reply as nonchalantly as you can at the prospect of going to Choi San's apartment. Alone. With him.

"I can pick you up here with my car after work. So you don't have any extra way."

"That sounds good," you reply with a small smile, trying not to sound too excited.

"Then until next week," he says with one of his handsome smiles and you say your goodbyes before you can turn even redder in his presence.

When you walk onto the elevator this time and the door closes behind you, your heart is pounding into your throat. As the realization sets in that you will be alone with Choi San in his apartment a satisfied smile set over your face. Oh you will use that chance for sure.

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You spend the entire day preparing for your tutor appointment with San. Something deep inside you tells you that this behaviour is ridiculous but you push this inner voice back down as you play your favourite music and get ready.

You wear your hair in light waves and put on makeup to bring out your eyes but not look overly done up. Your outfit was a tricky matter but you settled on a classic pleated skirt and a tight long-sleeve. Everything about your appearance today lands on the thin line between innocent and suggestive and you are satisfied when you twirl around in front of the mirror.

All you want is one small reaction out of the man that you have thirsted for over the past weeks. If Choi San even so much as lets his eyes scan you up and down, your mission would be successful. Lost in your task of getting ready you almost forget to actually pack your study books before heading to your mothers company.

You two agreed on San picking you up at the company's garage. So you are taking down the elevator to the parking floor and checking yourself one last time in your phone camera before stepping into the parking lot.

Having no idea how his car looks like you pull up your chat with San, wanting to ask him where to go. But before you can type your message a calm voice calls you over from across the parking lot.

"Y/n!"

You turn around to a sight that makes your heart flutter. San is leaning onto his car, a chic black Mercedes. His white dress shirt has one button unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up again. His feet are crossed over each other leisurely as he waits for you to come over.

Walking up to him you have to try real hard to look casual and not like your nerves are taking over you with the impending situation of being in the same car as San for an undefined amount of time. Your heart is beating already and he hasn't even called you any nicknames yet.

"Hello, San. You're not wearing glasses today?" you notice in surprise and hope it doesn't come off as too attentive.

"Sometimes I wear contacts," he replies smoothly. "It's a styling decision."

While you love the glasses on San seeing him without has a different charm to it. Almost like he is showing you a different side of him.

"Ready to go?" you ask him to keep the conversation going and you're almost proud of your nonchalant tone.

"Ready when you are," he replies with a light smile and walks around the car to open the door for you.

Of course he opens the door for me.

Before you can get in he also takes your bag from you to store it in the back. You want to refuse but one of his smiles finally makes you give in and you hand him the bag. Finally, you thank him and sit down in the passenger seat. The car looks even nicer on the inside: leather seats and perfectly clean. Something inside you starts questioning where this man hides his flaws since noone can possibly be this perfect at all times.

"It's only a 20 minute drive," San explains as he gets into the driver's seat and turns on the engine. You can't help but watch his hands as he manages the gearshift. But as he turns around to look for obstacles his eyes get stuck on you. For a second you think you got him. That his eyes linger on you for a little too long because you finally pulled a reaction out of him.

"You haven't even put your seatbelt on, darling."

And with that your mind is blank. Simple emptiness.

Before you can react, his hand reaches past you, grabbing the seatbelt and plugging it in. His hand doesn't so much as grace your shoulder for a millisecond but you feel like your lungs are constricting.

"Thanks," you breath out before he finally pulls out of the parking spot. He does that wildly attractive thing where he put his hand on the back of the passenger's seat while driving backwards and you feel like losing it already. How will you survive being in the same apartment with this man. San however seems his usual chatty self.

"I'm sorry again for not booking the meeting room in time. I already reserved it for the weeks to come," he starts talking to you.

"Don't worry. I totally don't mind," you answer and regret it immediately. Did that sound too eager? Something about Sam's presence makes you overthink every single word you say.

"I have a fancy coffee machine at home so I can at least return the favour of you getting me coffee all the time."

You smile at that. It feels like this little inside thing between you two how you always use your company privileges to pay for both of your coffee. San thanks you every single time, bringing up how much you save his day.

"I never thought you were that much of a coffee guy at home too," you say trying to get him to tell you more about himself.

"You're acting like I didn't go through pharmacy as well!" He replies with a slightly sulky tone. "No way to survive that major without getting addicted to coffee."

You chuckle at his response. "That's true unfortunately. So you just carried the addiction into your job?"

"You could state it like that but by buying a fancy machine you can just say that coffee is your hobby instead."

Whenever you two talk about mundane topics like this you can't help but be glued to his lips. To get a glimpse of the Choi San that isn't working over-hours all the time and kept up his perfect image at all costs. You want to find out the details about him. Like how he enjoys his coffee or what colour he might like best.

You continue the drive in casual chatter like this before finally reaching your destination. As San pulls into an underground parking lot of an apartment building your heart rate quickens again. Something about seeing his apartment makes you incredibly nervous.

He tells you to wait inside the car after he lets the motor die down so that he can open the door for you again. Even this small gesture has you wrapped around his finger and you smile as you try to step out of the car as gracefully as you can.

San leads you into an elevator and as soon as the doors close you feel reminded of your first meeting. Of how he took your breath away just by standing next to you in such a small space. And now there isn't much difference. He still makes you just as nervous. But at least you can talk to him now.

"How is studying for your exams going so far?" He asks casually.

"It's okay," you reply lamely. "I'm trying my best."

"You know if you actually do need my help you can obviously ask me," he offers alluding to your deal of him basically just getting his own work done instead of tutoring you.

"You've already helped me so much. All I need to do now is actually study," you say turning down his argument.

You idiot, you think to yourself. You could've at least pretended to need his help.

You wait in silence as the remaining floors rush past you. You're surprised with every passing number, wondering what floor San might be living on. But the elevator doesn't stop until the highest floor.

San let's you exit first which makes no sense to you since you don't know where to go. So you wait for him to show you the way to his apartment.

As soon as he unlocks the door and leads you two inside you curiously scan his place. On a first glance it looks almost exactly like you expected: it's very clean and tidy, the furniture is modern and rather minimalistic and the whole place carries a simple colour theme of black and chrome with only hints of colour. The entrance leads straight into an open living room that connects to the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home at the dinner table," San offers while gesturing at the big, black table that looks like straight out of a design magazine.

You both place your shoes neatly at the entrance of his apartment before you take your bag to the table. As you choose a seat from which you can look outside the gigantic window front, San heads over to the kitchen, getting something from a cupboard.

"Can I get you a glass of water before I make some coffee?" He asks you with a kind smile.

"That would be nice," you answer even though water was not what you were craving right now.

He filled one for you and brought it over before returning to the kitchen. "You want your coffee hot or iced?"

"Iced? This is better service than at the company. You should forget to book the meeting room more often." It's a weak attempt at flirting with him but he laughs non the less.

"So iced it is?" He confirms with you again and turns on his electric coffee grinder after you nod approvingly.

It shouldn't captivate you that much, looking at him while he was performing such a basic task as making coffee. But you could watch him for hours, the way his broad back stretches out his dress shirt. The way he moves around so smoothly. The way the muscles in his arms flex as he handles his espresso machine.

You turn towards your study materials just in time before he faces you again, two iced coffees in his hands. He places one gently in front of you before he sits down opposite of you.

"Thank you," you smile at him extra sweetly.

"Anything you want, darling."

You swear to yourself that if he calls you darling one more time you will throw all rational thoughts out of the window and straddle him right here in his stupid designer living room chair. But for now you settle for a coy smile as you feel your cheeks heat up.

To add to your demise, as San drags his chair closer to the table both of your knees touch for a brief second before he casually changes his seating position. The table is narrower than the one in the meeting room and knowing that your legs are mere inches from another makes you even more delusional. What if he did that on purpose?

After that, all concentration for your studies is far gone. It doesn't help at all that the iced coffee he made you was the best you had in ages and with every sip you keep wondering what Choi San isn't good at.

I just know he fucks good there's no other way, you think to yourself but get interrupted in your thoughts.

"Are you stuck on something?" San asks you and you almost don't even dare to raise your eyes to look at him. A kind of shame overcomes you as you realize what you have been thinking about while he worries about your studies.

You sigh to buy yourself time to find an answer that doesn't include: Yes, I'm stuck because I can't think of anything but your body on top of mine.

"Yeah, I just can't seem to concentrate well lately. Maybe I'm stressed out because of my finals."

It isn't fully a lie. Your finals are approaching steadily and with you thirsting over your tutor instead of studying you are indeed starting to worry.

"I would love to tell you that grades don't matter too much but I know your mother won't agree and I will probably face her anger too if you fail," he laughs at the end of his sentence to lighten the mood but quickly notices he only stressed you more by saying that.

"I'm sorry," he quickly retracts. It feels like the first time you caught him messing up his smooth way of talking which in return makes you smile.

"No, you're right. I just never thought about the fact that she will hate both of us if I mess up. What a way to relax."

"I shouldn't have said that," San again apologizes. "I'm sure you will do amazing though. After all you studied so much."

He finishes his sentence with a wink and you must stare at him for a second like an idiot. Did you just imagine that? Or is he alluding to something? Does Choi San know that you thirsted for him this entire fucking time?

But his further actions don't allow you to think much more.

"You look quite tense actually," he continues. "You know it's not good for your back to sit stiff like this for a prolonged amount of time. Your neck must be hurting?"

You have no idea what he is talking about. And your confusion only grows as San gets up from his chair heading in your direction. Every step he comes closer to you has your heart pumping erratically. Even though you dreamed about him being closer to you and finally paying you more attention you are now paralysed at the situation unfolding. Simply being close to him renders your entire body useless.

San steps behind you and, to your absolute shock and amazement, his hands gently grasp your shoulders.

"To compensate the stress from university I took a physiology course that taught us how to massage tense muscles."

As if to proof his words his thumbs gently start rubbing circles into your neck. The warmth of his fingers seeps through your thin shirt and fills your entire body. It feels like he set you on fire with this simple touch.

All of this cannot be real. This must be a figment of your imagination or you actually fell asleep on your study notes while dreaming about San. But his voice sounds very much real when he resumes:

"You have to relax, otherwise I'll hurt you." His voice drops lower than usual and as he gently drapes your hair over one shoulder to get it out of his way you can feel his breath fanning over your neck. Goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

But amid the fire burning in your veins and your clouded mind you actually manage to ease into his fingers and allow him to loosen up your muscles.

"That's a good girl," he rasps behind you and you know you tipped over the edge now. There is no going back from this. You feel like a doll in his hands. His words are electrifying, leaving you unable to utter a single word, to make a single sound. Your mind is running on a state of emergency. Nothing seems to get to you but the fact that San is touching you.

And oh is he good at it. His hands are pressing into all the right places relieving all the pent up tension you built ever since getting ready for this meeting today. If his fingers are already this good at massaging out your stress you can't help but think about what else they can do.

"How do you feel?" He asks. His voice is still low and his tone taunting, as if he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"Better," you answer. Your voice is merely a whisper. You sound weak, even in your own ears, and wonder if he even heard you.

"Yeah? Then how is this?" With his question his thumbs dip beneath the collar of your shirt and massage your upper back a little lower.

You can't help but close your eyes. The low tone of his voice, his fingers on your skin and the playfulness of his words. All of this is so overwhelming you can only lean back and revel in his touch.

"It feels so good," you manage to breath out when you realize he asked you a question.

He bends down a little, his mouth now right next to your ear. "Should I make you feel even better?"

He is quite literally the devil on your shoulder. Everything in your body screams for you to say yes immediately. The unspoken promise has your entire body on fire and you almost give in to your desire. But a tiny speck of reasonable thinking pulls you back into the dangerous territories you are moving in right now.

"What do you mean?" you ask carefully. You know that this is everything you wanted for the past few weeks but still you can't help being confused about his sudden change.

His left hand wanders from your back to your chin, tilting it to the side so you can look at him. The look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine. His pupils are dilated and he is looking at you like he is preying on you. The intensity is something you have never seen in him before.

"You are far too smart to be asking that question, darling," he replies smugly.

"But you were never interested in me?" You ask back and want to hit yourself on the spot. Why are you even asking questions when the man you've desired for weeks finally seems to be making a move on you? But after all he is acting very out of character.

San chuckles, never taking his eyes off of you. "You're so cute. All these weeks that you've been wanting me and now you ask what I'm doing?"

Your mouth opens in shock. So he did in fact know all this time that you were interested in him.

"Don't act all surprised now, darling. You really thought I didn't see the way you looked at me ever since we first met? How your eyes keep focusing on my arms in my tight shirts. How you steal glances at me when you think I'm not looking? I wanted to see how long I could leave you thirsting like this before you would break."

His confession has you gasping as you realize you weren't even faintly as indiscreet as you thought you were. Instead San was playing with you the entire time. Watching your every move.

"Desperation looks so cute on you," he adds with another devilish smile. His fingers continue drawing circles into your back as his burning eyes keep you fixed in your spot. You feel bewitched by his entire presence, like he has cast a spell on you.

"I made all this effort to get you into my apartment so we both don't have to risk our lives by having me ruin you on the meeting table and still you didn't even have a clue. I'm almost disappointed if you weren't so cute when you are surprised like this." A satisfied grin plays around his plump lips, as if he revelling in the taste of this sweet opportunity in his hands. "Now be a good girl for me and finally do what you've been wanting to do for weeks. Tell me you want me."

You haven't taken a single breath since he started talking and as a result your head feels dizzy. It takes a short moment before you can finally form the words that your head is screaming at you.

"Please," you whisper pathetically.

"Please what, darling?" San revels in the way you can barely speak.

"Please ruin me."

You can basically see the fire behind his eyes ignite as you speak those three words. His hand wanders to your cheek, grabbing it firmly. He takes his sweet time to let his thumb run over your bottom lip, eyes trailing after his own movement.

"With pleasure."

Finally, his lips press onto yours in a desperate kiss. They feel just as soft as they always looked to you, but he kisses you with a roughness that is almost contradictory. The combination is intoxicating. As you reciprocate the kiss, heat runs through your limbs in shockwaves.

Suddenly impatient, San interrupts the kiss to pull you up and out of the chair by your arms. Grabbing your waist he manhandles you onto the dinner table instead, lifting you onto the ledge as if it was nothing.

Your hands bury in his hair as both your lips meet again in a rushed embrace. In return, San wedges one of his legs between yours and spreads your knees so he can stand between them. The way he handles you makes heat pool in your core. San has a determination to his every move that makes you want to do whatever he could want from you.

One of his hands still tightly grasping your waist, the other winds in your hair as he deepens the kiss. When his tongue enters your mouth you arch your back wanting to diminish every centimetre between you two. Your head is dizzy, completely overwhelmed by his every touch.

San's firm hands are restless on your heated body. His fingers quickly find a way to shift under your shirt and his thumb draws circles into the bare skin of your stomach. Choi San feels like a drug. His touch just as intoxicating as you always dreamed it to be.

He removes his mouth from your lips only to latch onto the fragile skin behind your ears, kissing his way around your neck. You let your head fall back to give him better access and when he starts sucking on your skin you relieve a small whimper.

You can feel San smirking into your skin as he sucks even more. It's like he has found your weakness and is now shamelessly using it to make you melt beneath his fingers. And it's working so well. Your hands lose grip on his hair as you lose your ability to focus on anything but San's lips on your neck.

"Don't tap out on me already, darling. I'm only getting started," he rasps into your ear in between kisses. You draw in a shaky breath at his words. Your legs feel like jelly even as your sitting down and you just know you won't be able to walk after San is finished with you.

He finally withdraws his lips and for a second just revels in your already dishevelled form: hair messy, red flush to your cheeks and lips glossy from kissing him.

"I'd love to have you on my dinner table but let's take this somewhere more comfortable for now," he says in a soft voice.

Hooking his hands under your thighs he picks you up from the table, carrying you towards his bedroom. Woken up from your trance by the change of motion you suddenly gain back some of your bite. While San is busied with carrying you, your fingers rush to the collar of his dress shirt. Oh how often you have dreamed of popping open those buttons one by one. And finally you have the pleasure to do so. A soft chuckle makes his chest move in front of you as San looks down on your actions.

"You couldn't wait, could you?"

"Why would I?" you reply cheekily as your hand smooths over his now exposed skin. He feels so soft and hot under your fingertips that you don't think you'll ever be able to detach.

San throws open his bedroom door with his shoulder and before you have a chance to take in the room you are thrown onto the plush bed. He follows behind immediately, hovering over you with both hands propped up next to your head. He lets his eyes run over your figure lazily, up and down.

"Don't even know where to start with you," he mumbles half to himself and half to you as he watches your chest rise and fall in heavy breaths. He decides to put on a show, sitting back on his heels and slowly continuing your work in unbuttoning his shirt.

Apart from his skin being exposed the simple act of opening some buttons shouldn't drive you as crazy as it does right now. It's simply the sexiest thing you have ever seen in your life. The way his hooded eyes stay on yours the entire time while one button after another falls open under his practiced movements.

You are moving on autopilot when you also sit up to take off your own shirt. You simply can't delay this any further. As your shirt lands somewhere beside the bed, San lets out a small groan, surprising you. He stopped in the middle of folding down his sleeves.

"How did you know that purple was my favourite colour?" He asks in a raspy voice. His eyes are raking over your deep purple bra with a desire in them that lets shivers run over your skin.

You can't imagine a better way to find out his favourite colour. You only chose it because it accentuates your skin tone but now it feels like fate to you. Finally, you are getting to the edges of Choi San. Getting to know him on a level that you were craving like the air you needed to breath.

"Good intuition," you reply. Your confidence surges under his heavy glances. Maybe a little too much. "Need help with that?" you ask him teasingly with a nod towards his shirt, which hangs open around his toned torso.

As soon as you speak those words you are getting pinned back to the bed, San's hand suddenly wrapped around your neck. He isn't putting any pressure on it yet but you can feel his strength pulsating around your neck. His broad shoulders are taking up most of your vision and with the way he glares at you you just know that you are soaked.

"Don't get too bold with me, darling," he says in a warning tone. "I'm the one in charge."

You look up at him through big, round eyes, lashes fluttering because you have a feeling that it will push just the right buttons in him.

"Go ahead then," you reply firmly. "Do whatever you want to me."

San sits up again and roughly tugs on his sleeves, finally discarding his shirt fully. Then his lips are on yours again in a heartbeat.

You greedily let your hands wander over his now fully exposed upper body. The muscles playing under his skin feel so good as he buries his hands in your hair. His biceps is so big that your fingers can barely wrap around it halfway. You can't get enough of touching his body which so far you only admired in fitted dressing shirts.

San kisses his way down from your lips again but this time he doesn't stop at your neck. Continuing down your chest he kisses the tender skin between your breasts. When he takes both hands to squish your breasts together, burying his face in between, you lose your last bit of composure.

"Please, San. Please just fuck me."

He lifts his head to smile at you devilishly. The fire behind his eyes seems so bright that you're scared it will never burn down again.

"Already begging for me? You're still half dressed and I'm only starting. Have a little patience."

As he finishes his words, his hand snakes behind your back to open your bra in a swift motion. He peels the straps off of you with a new found patience that makes you feel like you are suffocating.

When the piece of clothing lands on the floor, San's eyes are glued to your chest. Slowly, he lowers himself down again, gently taking on of your nipples into his mouth. As soon as his tongue starts lapping at you a string of moans escape you. He just feels so good.

Without ever losing focus on kissing and nipping on your chest, one of his hands wanders to your skirt. He finds the zipper so easily it feels like he has studied undressing you. He pushes it down your legs quickly, leaving you only in your underwear.

As his hand starts stroking your inner thighs, your eyes roll to the back of your head. He feels like a dream.

"Please San. Please touch me," the words leave your mouth in whispers. Silent pleas for him to finally give you what you want.

"Is my darling so stressed from studying that she needs her mind taken off of things?" His fingers trail over your clothed heat as he asks you in a sickly sweet voice. His eyes are focussed on your face, taking in how you crumble beneath his touch.

"Yes. Yes, please," you whimper desperately. Every touch feels like electricity on your skin.

"Want me to stuff you full so you can forget everything you've studied for for weeks?" He pushes your panties to the side, his fingers toying at your entrance.

"Please San..." you repeat yourself weakly. Finally he gives into your pleading and sinks two of his fingers into you. You are so wet that they glide in with ease. You suck in a harsh breath as he begins pumping them in and out of you.

"God you feel so good. Can't wait to fuck you, my darling. Bury my cock so deep into you you forget your own name."

His words make you shake beneath him. You had a lot of suspicions about San in the bedroom due to your extensive daydreaming about him. But never did you expect him to be so vocal and downright dirty with his words. It catches you off-guard and only heightens your pleasure.

San scoots up on the bed a little so his face is hovering over yours again, while he slips a third finger into your heat. "How do I feel?" he asks with a raspy tone to his voice.

"You feel so fucking good, San," you moan in answer. His fingers stretch you out so deliciously and he reaches this spot deep inside you that makes you arch your back with every thrust.

"Yeah, you wanna come on my fingers?" he rasps into your ear now, lips again attaching to your neck, sucking deep marks into your skin.

"Please, San." You feel like a broken record that's repeating the same thing over and over. You grow closer and closer to an orgasm with every motion of his fingers inside you. But San has other plans for you. And when he feels you desperately clenching around his fingers, he pulls them out of you.

"I'm sorry darling," he says immediately, even though his face doesn't display any regret. "But you look so pretty when you're desperate. And I want you to come on my cock when I make you fall apart for the first time."

You feel like crying. You want nothing more but to come and yet him taking it from you only makes you want him more. You would do anything for Choi San.

He stands up from the bed and opens his belt. But before he can take of his pants, he orders you over with a motion of his finger. You sit on your knees at the edge of the bed in seconds, looking up at him expectantly.

He doesn't say a word and only gestures for his painfully strained pants. You don't need any more hints to start opening his pants and pulling them down his legs desperately. You hook your fingers into his boxers too but look up at him once more before continuing. When he nods at you you finally pull them down as well.

You can't help but stare at San's length. He's big, just like you had always imagined and he was rock-hard. When San takes himself into his hand and gives himself a few strokes you open your mouth on your own, sticking out your tongue in anticipation of tasting him.

San starts gently. His other hand weaves into your hair and he pulls you onto his length slowly. You are able to take a good amount of him before his tip hits the back of your throat and you release a surprised moan. San closes his eyes momentarily as he relishes in the feeling of your hot mouth around him.

"Shit, you feel so good," he rasps out before he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. Your hands seek hold on his muscular thighs and you look up at San through big and pleading eyes. Even though he isn't pleasuring you, this almost feels as good as having him bury his fingers inside you. All you ever dreamed about was him using you just like this and the feeling of it happening is so intoxicating you feel like you might pass out any second.

"Look at you enjoying my cock so damn much, that your eyes are losing focus," San chuckles. He looks down at you in disbelief as you mindlessly swirl your tongue around his cock. "You love being ruined by me, don't you?"

You can only manage a desperate nod and approving grunt as you continue sucking him of. No man has ever made you this desperate. As you look at him from beneath you feel like you have accomplished everything you ever wanted: his hair was dishevelled, his breaths uneven and a red tint painted his cheeks. All in all, Choi San lost his perfectly maintained appearance as you sucked on his cock and to you he looked 100 times prettier this way.

When his thrusts go sloppy, he pulls out of your mouth in a haste before he can come. "You're driving me crazy, darling," he grunts as he catches his breath for a second. In a more gentle tone he resumes: "Lay back on the bed for me, ok?"

You do as he says, laying down on your back in the middle of the bed, your body buzzing with the anticipation of what is to come. San goes to his dresser, opening a drawer to get a condom. 

When he climbs over you he looks at you intensely. But at the same time his eyes hold a softness that makes you feel secure.

"Are you sure about going on, y/n?" he asks warmly. No petnames this time. He wants a clear answer.

"Never been so sure in my life," you reply with a smile and his lips mirror yours as he beams down at you.

Quickly he sits up to open the condom and roll it onto his member. Opening your legs with his knee he situates himself between you and positions his cock at your entrance. One hand on your hip and the other holding his cock, he slowly sinks himself into you while carefully observing your face.

Your eyes flutter when he is fully inside of you and you moan at the feeling. San releases a grunt as well and waits a few seconds deep inside of you.

"Fuck, you're so tight for me, my darling. Don't worry I won't stop this time until you come." And with that he starts thrusting into you. He begins with slow and deep thrusts but as soon as you get used to his size he speeds up rapidly. 

His abs are flexing underneath is skin as he grabs onto your hip and pistons himself into you. With every thrust you can feel him hit this spongy part deep inside of you that makes heat build in your core with a throbbing intensity. Meanwhile you revel in the sight above you: San looks like a god. His muscular body moving above you is almost enough to push you over the edge but what's even more entrancing is his face. His expressions seem almost possessed. Like a demon took over him as soon as he started fucking you, he fixes his eyes onto yours.

"Am I fucking you good? Making you forget all your precious studies?" There they are again. His filthy words driving you down a one-way-road to insanity. "I hope you forget everything so you have to see me even more, darling. Then I can keep on fucking this tight little cunt over and over again."

"Fuck, San!" you moan out, being shocked by his words. His control over you is baffling and you can't help but grow closer and closer to your orgasm with every word.

"I know you like me like that, darling. Do me a favour and come on my cock so I can finally see you lose yourself will you?"

You can't form an answer. Endless moans tumble out of your mouth in increasing volume and San knows he has you exactly where he wants. 

"Come for me."

Your orgasm hits you with an explosive intensity. Faintly, you notice yourself moan at a concerning volume as your high washes over your body. But San doesn't seem to mind. Your legs are shaking and he helps you ride out the feeling with slower strokes. He waits for your breath to slow down again before he leans down to you and places a gentle kiss onto your lips.

"I want you on your knees in front of me," he says sweetly as soon as your lips separate and your head is spinning. Still you manage to get up with the help of his arm beneath your waist and you let yourself be positioned in front of San, your back to him.

Since you didn't have the opportunity to examine his bedroom earlier you only now notice the big mirror on his wardrobe next to his bed. Looking ahead, you can now see yourself on your knees, sitting in front of San.

You look even more dishevelled than you feel: Your hair is all over the place and some of your eyeliner smudged and a handful of dark purple marks littering your neck. Also, a red tint covers your skin, making you look flushed. San behind you smirks as you examine your own figure.

"You look so pretty all messed up like this for me, don't you think?"

His arm wraps around your waist as he leans your body back onto his broad chest. You look tiny in front of his build.

"I'll make you look even prettier," he promises as he sinks himself back into you.

He picks up his intense pace from before and you already feel dizzy again. With his arm holding you tight he is basically lifting you up and down his cock. At this angle he is hitting you deeper than before and you are sure you won't last very long until your next high.

But nothing could've prepared you for the feeling of San winding his other arm around you too, his fingers gently starting to stroke your clit. Your head falls back onto San's shoulder as you give in to the mind-numbing pleasure that starts buzzing through your body.

"Keep your eyes on me, darling. I want to watch you fall apart."

His voice sounds sulky, almost cute. It doesn't match his relentless thrusts and his fingers pleasuring you. It takes all your strength to lift your head again and look at San through the mirror. His eyes are hooded now, a shin layer of sweat making his flawless skin shine in the evening light.

"You make me feel so good," you manage to say as San keeps on pounding into you. You want him to know how he makes you feel. How good he is being to you.

"Am I?" He smiles in satisfaction as he watches your brows draw together with a particularly deep thrust. "You too, darling. You feel so good around me I don't think I can last much longer. But you'll come one more time for me, right?"

His voice sounds so deep and sultry in your ears. "Of course, Sannie," you mumble absent-mindedly. You don't even notice the nickname until he chuckles behind you.

"How can you be so cute and so sexy at the same time? You'll be the death of me, my good little girl."

He places a kiss onto your cheek and that is what finally drives you over the edge.

"Fuck, San. I'm coming," you moan out before your high crashes over you. If he wasn't holding you, you would fall to the ground. You try to hold eye contact with San through the reflection but your eyes keep on shutting as waves of pleasure roll over you. You have never felt such an intensity before.

But San's thrust don't slow down this time. He keeps on rutting into you relentlessly, driving you to insanity. You feel like you're swimming in a pool of pleasure.

"I'm close, darling. Just a little longer," San's voice is pitched higher than before, sounding just as desperate as you feel. You want nothing more but for him to come.

"Please, Sannie. I want you to come so bad."

Your desperate pleas are San's final straw. Clutching your body tight to his own, he finishes with his cock buried deep inside you. You can feel him pulsating in your heat and your moans mix into his grunts as you milk him for every last drop of his cum.

As you both slowly recover San pulls out of you and gently lays you back onto the bed. You can't do anything but catch your breath while he gets up to rid himself of the condom and return to you with a glass of water.

"Drink something," he urges you on and you take the glass from him. He watches you with a tinge of worry in his eyes. After taking a few sips you offer the glass back to him.

"You should drink some too, I'm sure you worked your body more than I did."

He smiles at your words and takes some water too before returning the glass to his bedside table. When he looks back at you there is a heaviness to his gaze that worries you.

"What is it?" you ask.

San takes a deep breath before answering you. "No matter what I said to you before, I actually didn't expect us to tumble into this as quickly as we did right now. And I want you to know that I didn't do this to use you or take any advantage of you."

His hand nervously grabs for the back of his neck. "Actually, I've been interested in you ever since we first met but I fear the tension between us was quicker than both of us."

You try to process his words even in your hazy state of mind. A spark of excitement surges through your body as you realize what he is saying.

"I feel the same, San," you reply truthfully. "I like you. And not just because you're insanely handsome."

You are glad when he laughs shyly at your words.

"So maybe I can take you out on a date that doesn't involve work or pharmacy studies sometime?"

"I hope sometime means this week, because I waited long enough for you already."

After everything that happened this evening, this moment when he smiles at you might be what makes your heart beat the fastest. You can't believe your luck as you look Choi San into the eyes and he leans in for a kiss.

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"This was a stupid idea," you say to San but maybe more to yourself. "I should tell her alone."

"How will she ever respect me again if I let you do this alone?" San replies worriedly. "She told me to tutor you and now here we are. I will look terrible either way."

You have never seen him this nervous. But after all, your mother has the ability to make everybody scared for their life. You two pass her assistant's desk with a polite greeting as you head straight for your mother's office. She knows you are coming but she doesn't know you're bringing company.

You knock carefully on the door until her voice calls you in. Your mother stays seated as you two enter the room. She doesn't look surprised or confused about San's appearance but rather intrigued.

"Why are you visiting me today, y/n?" she asks simply.

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you prepare for answering.

"I have something to announce to you," you start off as confident as you can. 

Your mother's eyes flick between you and San. "Go on."

"San- ... Mr. Choi and I, we are..." your voice is shaking. Why is this so hard for you?

But San grabs for your hand, linking his fingers with yours as he confidently finishes your sentence: "We are in a relationship, director Kim."

His boldness strikes you as admiring. Maybe he was right about accompanying you.

A silence that draws out unbearably long fills the room. You feel like your lungs are being compressed with every passing second.

Then your mother smiles. It's not exactly a smile of happiness. It speaks more of victory.

"Finally," she announced. "It took you two longer than I expected."

Now it's your turn to be silent. Both you and San are stunned in your places.

Finally you find your voice to ask: "What do you mean, mom?"

She smiles at you in satisfaction.

"You see: Mr. Choi is a good man. He's a gentleman, treats his colleagues with the utmost respect, excels at his job and is handsome too. How could I find a better match for my beloved daughter? But I know you wouldn't be interested if I were to formerly introduce you two so I thought I'd help you in a different way."

Your mouth falls open in shock. Out of all things, your mother purposefully setting you up with San has never even crossed your mind. Your boyfriend seems even more shocked at the revelation than you, his face reddened and a stunned expression on his face.

"So you set us two up?" You finally ask your mother.

"Of course I did! And it worked out brilliantly, don't you think? I'm glad you both came to tell me. Mr. Choi?"

San perks up at her words. "Yes?"

"I assume you will take good care of my daughter?"

"Of course I will," he replies sternly, voice full of sincerity. "I will do everything care for y/n." His words make you feel warm and fuzzy.

Your mother nods approvingly. "Then you two may leave. I still have work to do."

You both nod hastily and thank your mother before turning back for the door.

"Oh, before I forget. Y/n?" your mother asks one last time.

"Yes?"

"I received your test results that you sent me. They look very promising."

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Tags: @voicesinmyhead-rc

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[augustvandyne]

ohhhhmy god addison asking for you to be specifically on a case because it’s like a medical marvel type once in a career case and she wants to teach you a technique and she puts her hands on yours and you share A Look!!!

you get flustered and drop instruments

flustered

You’ve never thought of Addison in this way until this week.

Addison requested you be on her service all week, and you couldn’t fathom why. Until now.

She had a medical miracle - someone she’d worked on in the past had returned - and she wanted you on it.

Not Alex. Not Meredith. Not even Cristina. She wanted you.

And you were experiencing very bad anxiety. You felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest, and it was kind of hard to breathe.

“Calm down, Dr. L/n,” Addison places a gentle hand on your back, leading you into the scrub room. “You’re going to do great.”

“You think so?” Your brows are drawn together with worry.

This was your first huge surgery. With Addison, or anyone else. Every other surgery you’d sat in on had been routine or something like a c-section. But this surgery was going to be huge.

“I know,” Addison stands confidently. “I’ll help you every step of the way.”

“Why did you choose me?” You begin to scrub in alongside Addison. “I mean.. there’s six of us. And you chose me. Why?”

“You show the most potential,” She simply states. “Not only in fetal, but also in the surgical field.”

You look down into the sink, focusing on what she was doing, and you realize she’s right. Everyone has picked their specialties for the most part. You in fetal, Meredith in neuro, Alex in plastics, George in trauma, Cristina in cardio, and Izzie in general. You were thinking of maybe even being double board certified - but you weren’t sure. If Addison were to leave, you wouldn’t have the best to study under, and then you wouldn’t be the best. Which was what you wanted.

“Thank you,” You clear your throat, turning the water off and letting the droplets drip down your hands.

“There’s no need to thank me,” Addison smirks, leaning her hip against the large sink. “It’s true.”

You nod, your eyes drifting up to hers due to the height difference.

You’re about to speak what Addison says, “We should go in. We don’t want to leave the patient waiting, do we?”

“Oh— uh, no,” You shake your head.

“Okay then,” Addison gives you a nod, and heads into the O.R., leaving you in the scrub room with your thoughts.

You watch as she sweetly assures the mother-to-be, a small smile on her lips, and you can’t help but smile yourself.

You hold your arms up and walk into the O.R. to get gloved and get your gown on.

“We’re going to put you under now,” Addison spoke softly to the woman. “Dr. L/n and I are going to take good care of you and your baby.”

“Thank you, Dr. Montgomery. I trust you.”

“Good,” Addison smiles once again.

The nurses put her down, and the anesthesiologist make sure she won’t wake back up before you start the surgery.

Addison makes the incision, and makes sure everything is okay before handing the instruments off to you. Her skin brushes against you, and your hands are shaking by now. You’ve half-forgotten what you even needed to do.

“Relax,” Addison says.

You try to roll your shoulders, and get back to work.

“Here,” Addison speaks after a second.

You think you’re about to hand the instruments back, but she stops you when she comes behind you. Your breath catches in your throat when she presses her body against yours.

She wraps her hands around yours so she’s holding the instruments with you.

Her head is beside yours, her lips by your ears so she can tell you what to do.

“Like this,” She guides your hands with grace. “I messed up on my first big surgery too, don’t worry.”

“I— Uh,” You stutter nervously. Your cheeks were on fire, and you’re glad you have a mask on or it would be really awkward trying to explain. “Mm. Thank you.”

“Stop thanking me,” Addison whispers.

You let out a shaky breath, “Yeah. Okay. Got it.”

“There you go,” Addison is barely touching you now. You’re doing it all on your own. “You’re a natural. What did I tell you?”

“I have potential,” You recited her words from earlier.

You turn your head so that you could see her eyes, and the two of you share a look. Your cheeks are still red and you see a glint of curiosity in her eyes. The instruments begin to drop out of your hand and you have to snap yourself out of it.

Addison catches the instruments, her hand wrapping around yours again, and says, “I’ll take it from here, Dr. L/n. Move to the side so you can still watch.”

“Yes ma’am,” You nod.

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[seenoversundown]

Sparrow Of The Dawn : Chapter Seven

Sam x Willa (Fem OC)

Warnings: Anxiety (Normal and Flying related) Mentions of Plane Crashes (all in panicked thoughts) Lost Luggage (it can be a rough time for some people) Angry Sam (if you squint) , and Fluff (but like..if you get Sam Feels, you chose this)

Word Count: 7.1k

Summary: Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor.

Author's Note: I hope you're ready 🤭

Stuck In the Middle With You - Stealers Wheel "Well, I don't know why I came here tonight, I got the feeling that something aint right, I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs."

“Alright, repeat after me.” Quinn says after placing their car in park. They turn to me, hands extended as they explain. “No annoying man is worth your shot at this job.” 

“No annoying man is worth my shot at this job.” I repeat, also turning to face them for the pep talk they're giving me. 

“Good. Just.. don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do out of state. Most things I wouldn't do out of state are felonies, there’s a lot of red tape with crossing state lines.. so, assault is off the table.” Their nonchalant attitude about committing crimes will always make me laugh. The thing is, Quinn doesn’t look like the type of person who would commit a crime, but also definitely looks like the type of person who would commit a crime. I don’t put anything past them because I’m sure whatever they’ve done if they’ve done it, they’ve one hundred percent gotten away with it. 

“Assault is off the table.” 

“Right. My knitting needles are still available if they’re needed when you’re HOME.” a definite emphasis on home.

I take a deep breath, centering myself for the morning, trip, and week ahead. Oh, it’s going to be a long one.

“You got this, don’t you stress that pretty little head. Just text me if you’re feeling particularly violent.” 

“Okay, okay. You’re right.” I pull them in for a hug. “I got this.” Once again repeating their words back to myself. 

I hop out of their car and tug my definitely overpacked luggage from the back seat. 

“I’ll text you when I land, okay?” I call back to them and shut the door, and turn toward the entrance to the airport.

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After I checked my luggage, I went searching for the gate. I find a seat, sit down, and wait. Albeit very early, but you can never be too sure with flights. It could be busy, or they could have changed the gate; there are too many variables to things going wrong. I decided to send Sam a text to gauge when to expect him while I sit here. 

Willa: What’s your ETA?

I try to keep it simple enough, but as the minutes tick by I start to get more anxious. Why are men so terrible at texting? I wait another few minutes and text him again.

Willa: Are you on your way?

Could I be any more like an annoying girlfriend? God. Ew, don’t think about Sam and Girlfriend in the same sentence. 

I check my phone for what feels like the millionth time this morning. Where the hell is he? Scrolling through my apps trying to distract myself to no avail. I close out and open my text thread with Sam, which only consists of me texting him. He still hasn’t answered my last one, and his read receipts aren’t on so I don’t know if he’s ignoring me or just hasn’t bothered to look at his phone. Which, why would he not check his phone? We’re seated together, we’re flying together; why would he not bother to communicate with me? Unless..

No. 

No way? 

He wouldn’t bail, would he? 

I mean, I don’t exactly know him super well but.. He wouldn’t.

Right?

My heart starts to race in my chest as I begin to panic. I stand up and look around, trying to see if I can spot him through the crowd of people walking down the hallway. I stand on my tiptoes, trying to gain the tiniest bit more field of view when I see him. Casually walking down the aisle, breakfast sandwich in hand, headphones on, paying nobody any mind. 

I seethe.

He smiles at me when he catches my eye. I swear it takes an age for him to finally meet me with how slow he’s walking. Like he has all the time in the world.

“Morning, Birdie.” He says cheerfully, taking another bite of his sandwich. It astounds me how little regard he has for other people. Just living life flying by the seat of his pants, not worrying about the time or anyone else involved. Especially not if that anyone is me. 

“Where the hell have you been, Sam? We board in–” I double-check the time. “Ten minutes!” I say exasperatedly. 

“I know.” He looks confused. How could he be confused about this? The email stated explicitly boarding begins at 5:50am. Oh, it's too early in the morning for me to be dealing with this. “That’s why I’m here? Why on earth are you irritated before 6 in the morning?” 

“Why do you always show up at the last minute?” I snap back.

“I’m still early, they haven’t started boarding yet. Jesus, calm down, okay. It’s gonna be fine.” He takes the last bite of his sandwich and throws the wrapper in the nearby trash, wiping his hands on the front of his gray sweatpants. God, his gray sweatpants. I shake my head of the thought, remembering I’m angry at him and refusing to let the thought of his ass in tight tapered gray sweatpants distract me.

Oh, I could hit him, I am that mad. Get it together. You will not let this man ruin this experience for you just because he wants to be a bonehead first thing in the morning. What was it that Quinn said again?

I take a long breath in, hold it–

“He’s not worth my job. No across-state line crimes. Assault is off the table. Knitting needles in case of emergency.”

– and release. 

I choose silence instead of violence. 

The attendant comes over the speaker and starts announcing boarding schedules. We have pre-selected seats and are, thankfully, sitting on the side with only two. We at least won’t have to deal with any strangers for this leg; PMW is a small airport, so of course, we have a layover to get to the West Coast. I hope I can convince Sam to let me have the window seat. Naturally, we’re one of the last groups to board. I’m just happy I checked my suitcase and just brought my backpack for the flights so I don’t have to worry about the overhead bins. Can’t say the same for Sam though, as he stands next to me with his backpack on and duffle bag gripped in his hand. 

When our group gets called, Sam heads over first; I sort of just cower behind him like a small child. Annoyingly latching onto the back of his cream-colored henley. We take awkward baby steps through the aisle as people file into their seats. I give Sam a gentle reminder of our seat numbers, 11A, and B, in front of the wings where it's quieter but not the emergency exit.

He pops the overhead compartment open and shoves his duffle bag inside then he slides in, right to the window seat.

“Uhm. Can I..” I start nervously. “Can I actually take the window seat?”

He stares up at me. His mouth hung open, clearly confused. “Why?” he asks.

I roll my eyes, irritated that we’re holding up the line to some degree, as people mumble and push past me. “Seeing out the window.. Helps.” trying my best to tiptoe around the elephant in the room.

“Helps?” He parrots me. 

“I hate flying, Sam. Okay? Can I please just sit in the window?” I rush out under my breath, finally spilling the beans. If he had just an ounce of intuition about him. Nevermind. 

“Ohhhhh.” He says, standing up, well, standing as best he can under the overhead bin. “That’s why you were being so psychotic this morning.”

He stands up straight in front of me in the middle of the aisle, waving me in with his hand. 

“It’s not psychotic to want someone to show up on time.” I slip past him and slide into the window seat. Shoving my bag under the seat in front of me. He follows, plopping down next to me and doing the same with his bag.

“I was on time, just not early. I’m actually always on time, you’ll find.” He leans an arm against the armrest between us, placing an inquisitive finger to his chin. “I’ve not once been late since you’ve known me, have I?”

I decline to answer, and instead raise the shade on the window and pull out my headphones, ready to drown him out once the flight attendants are finished with their instructions. Because, yes I do pay attention to those. You can never be too careful. 

The plane starts to move, and instantly my heart is beating like a drum in my throat. I wring my fingers together, focusing on the friction of my hands. The heat of my palms only soothes me so much. 

Sam leans over the armrest again and whispers, “You can hold my hand if you’re scared, it’s okay.” I look down to see his palm staring right back at me. I glance up to his face trying to determine if the smile he wears is genuine or if he’s being a dick. 

My pride won’t allow me to accept the former, so I reply, “I’d rather eat dirt, actually. Thanks for making fun of me.” Then I cross my arms and stare out the window. 

“I wasn’t – Nevermind.” He adjusts in his seat and puts his own headphones back on his ears. 

The relief I feel knowing this first flight is a short one is minimal at best. Just when I get used to being in the air, we’ll have to touch back down and then I’m waiting in the airport to do it all over again. 

I pull my headphones over my ears and choose a playlist I specifically curated to be relaxing for the flight. I tilt my head back and focus on anything but the low hum of the engine. Just as I start to forget, I’m thousands of feet in the air..

Turbulence. Fuck.

I jolt upright and clasp my hands together, squeezing them together so tightly I’m on the verge of breaking a finger. I feel a hand touch my forearm. I peek open one eye, despite knowing that the only person that could be touching me right now is Sam. I look up at him, and he gestures for me to remove my headphones. 

“It’s a short flight, so they won’t go up as high. Meaning there will be more turbulence than normal as we fly through the clouds.” 

Great.

Wonderful. 

Amazing.

That makes me soooooo happy, actually. My breathing picks up, and I trying to calm my nerves and focus on my breathing. In through my nose, and out through my mouth. Sam sneaks into my line of sight again.

“Hey.” He gives me a gentle smile and I might find it sweet if I wasn’t losing my mind at the moment. “We’ll only be up here for ten minutes tops, then we descend. You have nothing to worry about.”

Easy for you to say. I resist the urge to snap at him and go back to my breathing techniques.

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I have never in my life been more thrilled to touch solid ground. Every time the plane shook, I squeezed my eyes and hands tighter. I’m surprised I made it out unscathed. Well, relatively unscathed. The skin around my thumbs bore the brunt of my anxiety when I wasn’t trying to be as still as possible. Somehow, my logic was if I can stay still, we won’t plummet to the ground to our untimely deaths. At one point, we dipped what I’m sure was a normal amount, and I swore that was the end of me. 

“I’m hungry.” Sam says to me as we walk through the tunnel to the airport. “Think I’m gonna roam around to find some.”

I stop midstep. “No. I don’t trust you. We’re going to find the gate.” I say.

A statement, not a question. 

“But Birdie, I’m hungry.” He complains, like a five-year-old. Jesus, if I wanted to tote around an annoying child, I would have had one by now. 

“We’re going to go and find the gate, Sam.” I don’t let him argue with me. “Please, don’t do this to me. I’m already stressed, and I don’t trust you not to make it worse by showing up at the last minute again.” We finally step into the gate. Airports always smell so bad, and the Newark airport is no different. No matter what time of year, they always smell like sweaty socks. Gross.

“How about this,” he counters, and I wait for his terrible idea. “We go find the gate–”

“Yes! Thank you!” I exclaim triumphantly. I honestly thought I’d have to fight him harder on that. He throws me a pointed look as we walk side by side.

“How about we go find the gate, we see it exists, and then we go get food. Together.”

I contemplate his words, mulling them over in my head. I’m not usually one to eat while flying. Due to all the nerves and stress that I’ll miss a flight or get lost. I don’t fly much for this reason.

“Come on, Bird. We have a two-hour layover, and if I don’t eat, I’ll be cranky, and there’s no vacancy in the cranky department because we both know that spot is taken by you.”   

“Hey!” I protest. He’s.. not exactly wrong, though. Am I cranky? Yes. Do I have a reason to be cranky? Yes. Come to think of it.. I don’t think I’ve actually seen Sam cranky. I’ve seen him surprised, like when I yelled at him at the farmers market. I’ve seen him happy, like when we won the contest. I’ve seen him sassy, because yes sassy is the word I’d use to describe when he bickers with me. But I’ve never seen him cranky or mad even. He always matches my snarkiness tit for tat, but he never seems irritated by it. It’s one of the reasons I don’t fully mind having to do this project with him. He’s talented, which makes the work part easier. And he’s a total pain in my ass. Mostly because I just.. Don’t understand him.

“So…” He waits with anticipation. 

“Okay.” I give in; I feel like I’m always giving in to him. “We’ll see where the gate is, and then we’ll go get food.”

We make our way through the crowd. Luckily, the gate we have to be at is just at the next terminal over, so we don’t have to walk very far. Sam, however, is a very tall man, and I find myself struggling to match his stride, even at a casual walking speed. Or what I’m sure is casual for him. I wrap my hand around his elbow and give him a gentle squeeze as if to remind him of my presence. Just another example of Sam acting like he’s the center of the universe. He does, at the very least, slow down a little after that, but I don’t let go of his arm. Just in case. 

“There’s our gate, Birdie.” He looks at it lovingly and slips his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. “Isn’t she pretty?” he lets out a dramatic sigh. 

“Yeah, okay. I get it. Let's get you some food before you wither away and die.”

Choosing a place to eat goes swimmingly when I point out somewhere, and he turns it down. Stupid vegetarian. Finally, we end up at one of those marketplaces that’s more like a rest stop than an actual place to eat. 

Sam buys half the store worth of snacks, and I stick to just a bag of goldfish and a coke until he yells over to me. “Hey, can you grab me sushi if there’s some over there?” He points to the cooler. 

Does he really think he’s going to find sushi here? In the airport? I look anyway just to appease him, and when I find none, I check out. I grab my two items and meet him in the hallway, and we head back to the gate to sit until we board. Thankfully.

We find a couple seats next to an outlet and put all our belongings on the seat between us. 

“There was no sushi?” He looks over at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes I’ve ever seen. Jesus. Have his eyes always been that pretty?

“No, Sam. There was no sushi.” I say, hardly wanting to disappoint him. 

“Damn.” he mutters, shoving a couple chips into his mouth. 

“This is Newark. Did you honestly expect there would be sushi?” I ask, opening my bag of goldfish. 

He shrugs, “I dunno. Ya never know.” 

“I thought you couldn’t eat sushi, being a vegetarian and all.” I question skeptically, popping a few crackers into my mouth and opening my bottle of coke. 

“Sushi is my one exception.” He whispers to me like it’s a dirty secret. “Don’t tell Daniel.”  He says as if Daniel and I are in cahoots with each other to conspire against him. I’ve never even met the man. Not officially, anyway. I’ve seen him at the bar a few times, but we've only exchanged a handful of words as he’s checked my ID a time or two. 

“My lips are sealed.” I pretend to lock my mouth and throw away the key. He smiles at me, and it reaches his eyes. Bright and happy. How he manages to be in such good spirits traveling is beyond me. 

I reach between us, setting aside my goldfish, and dig through my bag for a charger. I spent so long checking my phone and staring at my empty texts from him that the battery is getting low, and the next flight is the longer one. I feel through every corner of my bag; I swore I packed it in and I don’t feel it. I open another compartment and feel around there, nothing. Another, and nothing. God damnit. 

“What’s wrong?” Sam asks, setting his food down next to him. 

“Can you just–” I start pulling out items from my bag and setting them in his hands. His eyes are wide with confusion, but I don’t care. I need to find my charger. 

In what feels like Aggie Cromwell’s endless purse of goodies, I stare down at my now empty camera bag. All the contents strewn between mine and Sam’s laps, his arms overflowing. 

“Uh.. Bird?”

“Ugh! I can’t find my charger.” I lean back in my chair, annoyed, and he laughs. He LAUGHS. The nerve of him.

“I have an extra.” he attempts to hand me some of my things back. I stare at him slack jawed. Okay?

“Well good for you!” I snap back. Mr. Overprepared Kiszka has an extra charger while I’m going to have to buy a new one. He laughs again, his eyes squinting as he does. 

“I mean I have an extra you can borrow. Hold on.” He starts to successfully hand me back my things and I crowd them around my lap. 

“Here you go.” He gives me a small smile, and I grab the charger from him. 

“Uhh, thanks.” I unravel the cord from where it's tucked around itself and plug it into the wall socket next to me. I pause just before I stick the cord into the lightning port on my phone. Why does he have an extra?

“Sam.”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading. 

“Why do you have an extra charger?” 

“Just in case.” He shrugs, still not making eye contact with me. I have a feeling of what he’s going to say if I press the issue, and I better be wrong. 

“Why?” I push his book out of his view. And he sighs. Oh here it comes.

“Because Birdie.” He adjusts in his seat, putting his bookmark in between the pages and looking me directly in the eye. “Clumsy and forgetful usually go together, and you’re definitely clumsy. Is that what you wanted me to say?”

I’m not forgetful. I’m prepared–I’m overprepared, really. I overpack. I plan, and I plan, and I plan. I am not forgetful. Sufficiently annoyed and again choosing not to argue with him, I start to place my things one by one back in the pockets of my bag. 

With his eyes still watching me, he says, “So.. Do you like the camera bag?” a wide smile spreads across his lips. God damnit. I knew he was going to be like this and still bought one anyway. But to be fair, it was the first bag that popped up in my Google search for ‘camera bags’. He totes his around everywhere he goes, so clearly he thinks it's a good choice. 

“I do. It has lots of pockets for all of my things.” I say.

“Like your rocks.” He holds up a black tourmaline raw chunk, and I pluck it from his fingers and tuck it securely in one of the pockets. 

“Yes, like my rocks. That one is good for travel.” I say matter of factly. My phone buzzes against my leg, drawing my attention away from him.

Quinn: Birdieeeeee, you got some splanin to dooooo

Willa: Not you too 🤦🏻‍♀️

Quinn: Hey! You’re not allowed to protest when I was just trying to be a good, dutiful, stay at home roommate and do your laundry while you’re away. HOWEVER I found these in your hamper

Quinn: [ picture ]

Quinn: I was just wondering, if your ratty old sweatpants are here.. What you’re planning on wearing there?

I groan at their text, earning a curious side-eye from Sam. When we won the competition, an email was sent out informing us that we would be sharing a double room. Despite knowing we’d be in two separate beds I still wanted to seem like I have my shit together. Ratty sweatpants do not say ‘I have my life together.’ They say I’ve worn these through every breakup I’ve ever had and are stained with no less than four different kinds of comfort meals and chocolate syrup from the ice cream I've consumed in them, too. Resulting in the conclusion that my life IS, in fact, a mess. Sue me for cryin’ out loud. My phone buzzes again.

Quinn: Are you wearing your sexy pjs?

Quinn: for HIM?

Quinn: A MAN?!

Quinn: You only wear them for me? ☹️

That causes me to laugh, out loud. 

“Everything okay?” Sam asks, concern written on his features.

“Oh, HA, yeah. Everything is fine. Just roommate stuff.” I explain awkwardly.

Willa: They are not sexy pjs just because they match. I was trying to seem like I have my life together okay. People with matching pjs have their lives together.

Quinn: [ picture ]

Quinn: That’s cold, Wallaby.

Jesus Christ. I stare at a photo of Quinn’s pouting face and promptly redirect my attention to Sam. He’s just been in his henley this whole time. No jacket, no coat, no scarf, and he usually always wears a scarf. 

“Are you not cold?” I let my impulsive thought escape my lips. 

“No.” He says plainly, turning the page to his book. 

“Did you even bring a jacket?” I can’t help myself but ask.

“I packed a jacket, yeah.” He pats his own camera bag. 

“Oh.” Well damn. How am I supposed to respond to that? He shuts his book with his finger still keeping his place.

“Are you cold?” He asks.

“I’m always cold, remember?” I say absentmindedly. 

I always come prepared for traveling because airports are cold, planes are cold, and, in my unfortunate turn of luck, it's cold where we’re going. I get a free vacation to an equally cold place. Not how I pictured California. I wore a black long-sleeve under my cream-colored Patagonia pullover to keep warm. I figured a small coat would be enough, with the beginning of April around the corner. 

“Did you want to borrow it?” He interrupts my thoughts.

“What?”

“My jacket. You said you’re cold. Did you want to borrow it?” 

My eyes go wide at his suggestion, and I can’t seem to make my mouth move in protest. I just sit there with my mouth hanging open like a weirdo, and because I’ve taken too long to answer, he already starts to pull his jacket out of his bag. Oh god.

“Here.” He says, giving me a small smile. I take the jacket from him and straighten it out. Oh. It's the rust-colored jacket he was wearing the first day I saw him at the Farmer’s Market. I slide it around my shoulders and slip my arms through each sleeve, staring down at the ties in lieu of buttons. Sam laughs as I stand there.

“It just ties, Birdie. Here,” His hands, oh god, his hands, work the delicate strings at the front. Tying them in tiny little bows. I’m exactly the same height as him as he stays seated in front of me. When he’s finished, he’s still smiling. “There you go. Perfect.” And I really look at him for what seems like the first time. Oh, this is going to be bad.

“Now Boarding Flight 2637 to San Francisco.” They announce over the intercom. Thank god.

 We’re not the last boarding group this go around so it should go a little easier. We stand slightly out of the way until it's our turn to go; this time, Sam lets me lead. Similar to the last flight, we’re in front of the wings, and he allows me the window seat. It works out better that way because he spent so long trying to fidget with the overhead compartment before sitting down next to me. 

Much like the previous flight, I fight with my nerves. I’m just hoping there isn’t turbulence. We’re in the air for almost seven hours; I don’t think I could handle turbulence for that long. I run through my routine. Taking my headphones out and wrapping them around my neck, double-checking my playlist, slipping my Kindle into an easy-to-grab area just in case I am calm enough to read. Doubtful, but we can hope. 

I clasp my hands together and wait as the plane navigates the runway. The flight attendants start their safety presentation and as always, I pay attention. I think I catch a slight giggle from Sam as I crane my neck to be able to see over the seat in front of me. Then we take off. 

I stare out the window as the ground shrinks beneath us, the wheels folding up under the aircraft. I make myself small and still, paying attention to my breathing and the speedy thrum of my heart in my chest. In through my nose, pausing, and breathing out through my mouth. My head starts to get fuzzy as I take in the smell of Sam’s cologne still lingering on his jacket. The woody notes of cedarwood, balsam, and amber calm me down a little. Has he always smelled this good? Why have I never noticed that before?

My eyes wander to Sam, curious to see how a normal person handles a flight. Secretly stealing a glance at him, I take in the profile of his face backlit by the sun from the opposite window. He really does have good genes; all of them do. It’s kind of rude, actually. His hair waves slightly, resting against his shoulders. He runs a hand through it as he casually scrolls through his phone. I lean my head against the back of my seat, feeling myself start to relax a little with each deep breath I take. 

He meets my gaze and holds his hand out to me, offering me the same comfort I previously denied him on the last flight. Again, I decline with a small wave of my own hand. I should be okay, I think to myself.  

After a bit, I’m jolted from my calm demeanor when more turbulence hits. I sit up straight and resume my position of small and still, nervously wringing my hands together.

Sam grabs my hands with both of his and squeezes gently. I look over at him and he looks so worried about me. Why does he look so worried?

“Come here,” I think is what his mouth says to me. I can’t hear anything over the rapid beating of my heart in my ears. Everything else is muffled.

He breaks apart my hands and laces his fingers with my right one, my left one having no choice but to wrap around the back of his. He tugs me a little, pulling me closer to him and I lean my head against his arm. I inhale deeply, searching for the scent that calmed me earlier. In through my nose, pause, out through my mouth.

Again and again, until I feel my heart slow, even if just by a small amount. His thumb gently rubs against the back of my hand. 

“Hey, look at me.” He says softly, as my ears start to clear up. I tilt my head up, never leaving his arm, and stare directly into his warm brown eyes. “You ever heard of the jello theory?” I shake my head no. 

“The theory is that when a plane experiences turbulence, it's kinda like a stapler trapped in jello. The stapler wiggles around but doesn’t suddenly land on the floor. So the plane isn’t going to tumble out of the sky because of a little turbulence; it’s just gonna wiggle around a bit.” 

Huh, I never knew that. I can feel my muscles start to loosen where they’re half wrapped around him. 

“Better?” He asks.

“Better.” I say. Which is the truth. I do feel better after hearing that. 

“Want to watch a movie? Help distract you a little more?” He bends down slightly, unzipping his bag and pulling out his laptop, all one-handed, as he never lets go of mine. 

“How?” Obviously confused by the mechanics, we both have over-the-ear headphones, which puts sharing out the question. And Sam doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy to listen to a movie with the sound on blast in public.

“I have one of those splitter things. Borrowed it from my brother, actually. Ya know.. Just in case.” He says, and the smallest tint of pink washes over his cheeks. He pulls down the tray and sets his laptop on top of it, again reaching into a pocket and pulling out the splitter, and clicking it into place. He wiggles his fingers at me to give him my headphone jack, and then he plugs that into place right next to his. 

“I have Zootopia, The Godfather, and uhh,” he pauses looking down at me. “Twilight.” he mumbles.

“I thought you said you’ve never seen Twilight?” I question skeptically.

“I haven’t.” and I’m almost positive he’s lying. “I uploaded it ya know.. Just in case.” he repeats for the third time today. Samuel ‘just in case’ Kiszka.

“Twilight it is.. Everyone should see it at least once.” I give him a bit of a side-eye. My belly does a flip, and I squeeze his hand tighter when another jolt of turbulence hits. He squeezes my hand back, letting me know its going to be okay. 

“Twilight it is then.” and he clicks play on the movie.

My eyes start to flutter close sometime around ‘Hold on tight spider monkey’, but before I fall asleep, I could swear I see Sam quoting the movie under his breath. I tuck that nugget away for another time.

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When I wake up, I’m still curled up to his arm, our fingers still clasped together, his head gently resting against mine. I raise my head a little, careful not to disturb him, and notice the spot of drool I’ve left there. Oh god. I sit up straight, scaring him in the process, and begin furiously wiping at my mouth. He looks at me wide-eyed, then down at his arm, back up to me, and turns back to his movie. He doesn’t say anything nor does he look upset. My face heats with embarrassment, and I scoot as far away from him as I possibly can. 

He disconnects our headphones and starts to pack up his laptop when the pilot informs us of our descent. I feel like I’ve been on a plane for ages today. Somehow, despite my nap, I still feel unrested. Must be all the anxiety. 

When the plane finally touches down, Sam is quick to get up and stretch. I can’t blame him; he’s nearly six feet tall. I can't imagine that’s comfortable. Especially with my clinging to him like a koala the whole flight. I stand as tall as I can in the cramped space and set my bag on his seat waiting to exit. I feel around my pockets, double-checking that I have everything. Where is my phone? I bend down to feel around the floor, looking to see if it has fallen between the cracks, and notice it under Sam’s seat. I grab it and pocket it. I stand up and get about halfway, only to come eye-to-eye with Sam’s bare belly button. I peer up, and he’s on his tiptoes in the overhead compartment, trying to wriggle out his duffle bag. 

Sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. With each stretch and pull of him trying to get his bag out, his sweatpants shift further and further down, exposing the band of his Hanes boxers. Fuck off. Honestly. What have I done to deserve this torture? 

I stand as tall as I can and stare right at the bottom of the overhead compartment just as he gets his bag free. God, I need a fucking nap.

“We have to stop at baggage claim.” I remind him as we start to walk single file down the aircraft. 

“Right.” 

We both say goodbye to the stewardesses, both of whom bid Sam a warm farewell and don’t bother to look at me. Lovely.

“I think it's this way.” He says, pointing at the signs. I let him lead the way; if he wants to captain our way through the airport, so be it. My brain is fried, and I don’t even want to be here anyway. We walk down two flights of stairs to a carpeted area at ground level, nine carousels lined up next to each other. He takes a left to one-half of them and points. 

“They said this one.” 

So we wait. And we wait. And we wait some more. 

Bag after bag comes out, none of which are mine. I start to get restless. Stepping from foot to foot. 

“Sam.” I look over at him. I tuck my hair behind my ears and then begin wringing my hands together. “My bag isn’t here.” 

“What do you mean your bag isn’t here?” He drops his duffle off his shoulder with a loud thud.

“I mean, none of these bags are my luggage.” My eyes are wide, and my pulse picks up. “Oh god.” I run my hands over my face and start to pace back and forth in front of him. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He calls to me. “Birdie!” finally grabbing a hold of my shoulders and stopping me. “We will go check with the baggage claim office and figure it out. It’ll be fine. Please calm down.”

“Calm down? You want me to CALM DOWN?” I start to raise my voice a bit too loudly for where we are. Even though it’s nearly a ghost town down here for it still being in the middle of the day, I know I’m embarrassing him, but I can’t stop myself in the heat of the moment.

“We're in another state. This is for WORK, and my luggage is gone. I will have nothing to wear to anything they need us to do. I can’t even brush my teeth! And you want me to be CALM?” my chest rises and falls with my rapid breaths. He reaches out and snatches one of my hands and cradles it between both of his. 

“I just meant we’ll figure it out, okay?” 

A frown makes its way to my face, and I just wave him onward to whatever plan he’s internally concocted. He leans down and grabs his duffle bag, and heads off to his destination. 

When he finally reaches the desk for our airline, no one will pay him any attention. All trying to get their own affairs in order before glancing over at him. 

 “Excuse me.” he says and waits. No one looks. “Excuse me.” he tries again, and nothing. Finally, seeing a side of Sam I’ve never seen before, he raises his voice and yells, “Who the hell do I need to talk to to get my girlfriend’s luggage?” and I nearly choke on my own saliva. 

“Sorry sir, what can I do for you.” a petite young woman says to him.

“My girlfriend checked a bag, and it wasn’t at baggage claim. We’re in town for a business trip, and it’s important that she has her luggage. How can we figure out where it is?” My eyes gloss over and my ears start to play static noise at the second mention of ‘girlfriend’. I don’t even hear the rest of the conversation when he shakes me back to reality. 

“They sent it down the wrong track. She said it should be on number 2 instead of 7.” When I fail to move my feet, he questions me. 

“I’m your what now?” I ask him. Girlfriend.

“I just thought they’d take me more seriously if I said that. ‘Coworker who usually hates me and bickers with me all the time’ doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.” he says casually, putting an arm around me and leading me in the direction the receptionist sent him. “Why? Do you think I should have said something else? Fiancee? Wife?” 

“Oh, Sam, for the love of God, please shut up.” I rub my fingers over my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. Yep, I definitely need a nap.

“Damn, okay..” he laughs.

We finally make it to the right carousel and I grab my luggage. Crisis averted. I give him a small thank you, knowing he made it happen but also still being incredibly annoyed by this process. And maybeeee taking it out on him a little bit. Just a little..

We make it to the front entrance, where a man in a suit and cute little hat has a sign that says “Sam Kiszka and Willa Clarke”. He introduces himself as Christian, takes my bag and leads us to his vehicle. I hop into the backseat as Sam and Christian put the luggage in the trunk. When Sam joins me in the backseat, I don’t even bother to open my eyes. 

“He said the hotel is like a half an hour’s drive with the traffic.” He whispers to me. The faint click of his seatbelt follows. I hold up my hand, give him a thumbs up, and try to nap the rest of the way there. 

The ride feels much longer than it actually is, given its bumper-to-bumper traffic. The roads are terrible and bumpy, and he zigzags through the cars, but I try not to pay attention. I wish I had some melatonin so I could just conk out when we get there. Every curve, bump, and honk of the horn grate on my last nerve as I’m pulled from my nap and further thrust into insanity. 

I feel myself barely keeping it together by the time that we get to the hotel. Longing for my PJs, I meet the boys at the trunk to get my luggage. I say thank you to Christian and watch as Sam shakes his hand and stealthily hands him a tip. Even in my half-asleep brain fog, that still makes my stomach flip. Why was that kinda.. Nope, not even going there.

I follow behind Sam, and he opens the door for me. At least he has manners. And we wait our turn to talk to the receptionist at the front desk.

“What name is the reservation under?” He asks. I pull my phone out of my pocket and go searching for the email in my inbox. 

“Says both of us.” I pocket my phone again. 

We step up to the counter, and the young man greets us with a pleasant smile. “Welcome to the Hyatt, I’m Dustin. How can I help you?” His curly hair bounces as he talks. 

“We have a reservation under Sam Kiszka or Willa Clarke,” Sam replies. 

“You’re with the newspapers, right?” 

He shakes his head. 

“You’re in room 422. You’ll head down this way to the elevators, and you’re on floor four.” Dustin says as he slides us our room keys. Sam grabs them, handing me the extra. 

“We have continental breakfast every morning starting at 6 and going until 9 in the morning. We have plenty of amenities, like a pool and fitness center you’re free to use, just use your key to access the rooms. If you need anything else, call down to us from the phone in your room.”

We thank yet another person and make our way to the elevator. Sam presses the correct floor button and I lean against the back wall.

“The home-iest home stretch of all home stretches.” He says to me, and I just glare at him, having depleted my energy for the day. God, I’ve lost the will to bicker with him. 

The elevator dings, and I nearly hear the chorus of angels singing in the distance. My bed is calling me. Well, a bed is calling me. I tote behind Sam like the sleepy toddler I’ve become as he twists and turns his way down the appropriate hallways until he reaches room 422. The golden room. Finally. 

He places the key against the pad, the light turns green, and the sound of it unlocking is music to my ears. He steps inside flicks on the light, and starts hysterically laughing. I’m not even sure I want to know what’s so funny when I ask him, but I do anyway. 

“Why are you laughing?” his tall frame blocking my view of anything as I try to get my suitcase in the door. I shut the door when I’m finally successful, and he’s wiping the tears from his eyes as he continues to roar with laughter. I let go of my luggage handle and step into the light.

“Oh. My. God.” 

Of fucking course, there’s only one bed.

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[angel-eyes05]

bite the hand (chapter 3)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

pairing: spider-woman!oc x miguel o’hara 

summary: lorena's whole world was taken away from her in the blink of an eye, after she accidentally broke a canon event. lucky for her though, she was able to find a portal watch in her dimension and used it to get out before she glitched out of existence. unfortunately though, running from dimension to dimension, she's been named as an anomaly by the spider society. now, she's constantly on the run from them, their leader in particular. when she eventually gets caught though, she's recruited onto a mission to catch another anomaly who might be from her past. to her dismay though, her partner on this mission is her very captor. will she be able to stop arguing with him for long enough to get the job done?

info: enemies to lovers, maybe a slow burn depending on chapter count, oc is 24 and miguel is 27, both oc and miguel are super sad lmao, they're also both super violent so, they also hate each other what a slay, in regards to my oc you can read her character sheet right here

warnings: there might be spoilers for atsv in this so watch the movie before reading this, cursing, blood description, violence and gore, suggestive at the end but i wouldnt count it as nsfw, fang stuff lol

word count: 2.3k

notes: this chapter took me SO LONG to write for no reason, but i was also super busy this past week so sorry for the absence. i wasn't even planning to write the last little bit but once it came to me i couldnt stop writing it lmao. again, if you see me use "you" instead of "she/her" just ignore it i probably missed it while proofreading and it's instinct lol.

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The forcefield handcuffs almost seemed like they were tightening themself onto Lorena’s fists every time she would wiggle around in them. Her hands had been pressed into fists when they were put on, so her nails were currently digging into her palms. She was alone in the office for now, Miguel had stepped out for a moment to talk to Jess about something. She had been scoping the area for some type of escape. Her hands were currently out of commission for the moment, and she didn’t want to try out her acid webs to break the field, afraid it won’t be strong enough and her hands will be flooded and burning in acid until Miguel eventually takes the cuffs off. The room was surrounded in windows, so she could possibly make her escape by jumping out of one of them. But she was most likely too high in the air to survive (for Miguel would probably bind her legs as well if not). Or maybe she could try to make a run for the door? No, that was just stupid. She seemed to be out of options. 

Her train of thought was run off course when Miguel walked into the room, practically fuming. He sat down behind his desk, wiping a hand across his face. His drowsiness hadn’t been helping is annoyed attitude much. Neither was Lorena’s constant squirming in her seat, even if it was right in front of his face. He sat at his desk, flipping through his digital files of Earth-86’s Venom, the constant clacking of her metal chair against the floor invading into his ears. 

“Would you stop that?” he finally asked. She stopped squirming, and slouched back in her chair. “So by your upbeat attitude about this, I can assume that I wasn’t your first choice for a mission partner, right?” she asked. “Wow, look at that, the anomaly knows how to read between the lines,” he replied sarcastically, not even looking up at her. “Would you stop calling me that? You know my name. I don’t even know yours.” That was a lie, she did know his name, but she wanted to hear it come from his mouth. “Why though? It’s what you are. An anomaly. And you don’t need to know my name. Just call me O’Hara,” he said, still not looking up at her. His last name was at least a start. It still pissed her off.

Being known as nothing more than “an anomaly” to him. To anyone at this place for that matter. It wasn’t like she chose for her world to collapse. After sitting in silence again, the only noise being the digital swipe of the pages in the files, Lorena cleared her throat. “So…do you feel like filling me in on the notes of the mission?” Silence. Then words. Just a simple, but stern “No.” Lorena rolled her head back behind the seat. “So when I mess up during the mission on accident because I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing, you won’t get mad and start yelling at me?” “You won’t mess up. You’ll learn the details when you need to know them,” he said. 

Miguel found himself a little bewildered when he found Lorena’s foot up on top of the desk. “¿Qué mierda haces?” he asked. A smirk formed on Lorena’s face when she realized he was finally looking at her. “Dejaré de molestarte si me dices lo que está pasando,” she responded. He groaned. He shouldn’t be doing this. It was a really stupid move. But he knew he wasn’t going to be able to focus with Lorena bothering the whole time. So he got up, locked the door, and went behind her to uncuff her from the chair. 

She had been close to him many times before this, but this was the first time she was able to take in his scent. It was a mixture of a lot of products at once at first. His hair gel and his aftershave were most prominent, but were quickly overpowered by the smell of his pungent cologne. He walks away almost as fast as he appeared. “Ven aquí,” he said, sitting down, allowing her to walk over. Lorena got up from her chair, her hands still tied behind her back but free from the seat. She hovered over him looking down at the files, trying to keep her eyes away from Eddie’s picture. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing to a list of numbers on the file. “His current dimension location. Right now he’s on Earth-526,” he said, eyes still on the file. “So why don’t we just go get him now?” she asked. Miguel looked up from the folder with an annoyed face. “Do you happen to have a secret plan you’d like to share about how we would catch him once we get there?” he asked, rhetorically. She returned the look. “That’s what I thought.” She rolled her eyes as he looked back at the digital papers.

“We’ll head out tomorrow morning. I need to gather a plan of action, and you need to at least partially heal your rib,” he said, getting up and holding her by her arm again to escort her out to the medbay to finally receive medical attention. “All a sudden concerned for my well-being? Why the sudden change of heart, O’Hara?” she quipped. “I couldn’t give two shits about how hurt you are. I just don’t want you being weak to end up getting me killed for one reason or another,” he said, dragging her out of the room. “Oh, how sweet of you.”

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A bigger version of Lyla was in the medbay with Lorena, giving her a variety of futuristic treatments for her ribs. The one she was currently performing was a slew of shots into her side, that according to her would act as a cast on the bones. “Are you sure there isn’t another way to get you guys off my ass that doesn’t involve being around him?” Lorena asked to Lyla. “Trust me, if there was, I think Miguel would’ve let you know by now,” she responded. “How does anyone here deal with him?” she continued to ask, wincing from the needle entering her side. “Because most people here didn’t start out on his bad side. You got unlucky.” “Tell me about it.”

“Listen, once you’re on his bad side, it’s almost impossible to get off of it. So if I had any advice to give to you, just keep annoying the shit out of him. If he’s gonna be a dick to you, you should be one back,” Lyla said. Lorena chuckled. “Thanks, I guess.” “No problem, it’s what I’m here for.”

Once she finished with the final needle, Lyla went back to her smaller form. “Alright, that should do enough for now. Let me show you to your quarters.” Lorena stood up, barely feeling any pain in her side at this point. She followed Lyla out into the hallway, through the elevator, and into her room. It was a small dorm, a cot tucked into the corner of the room with a small blanket on top of it. A sink and a toilet was also included in the back corner. The only good part of the room was the view. The back wall was an enormous window, outlooking the rest of the city. The bright lights of Nueva York was enough to light up the entire room. “I’ll be back to get you up in the morning. For now, just try to recharge,” Lyla said before her avatar popped out of the air. Lorena took a deep sigh and looked around her temporary home for however long this mission would take.

She enjoyed looking outside the window to see the bustling night life going on below her. She could hear flying cars honking at each other, and see strobe lights blinking in distant night clubs. It all reminded her of her own home. She yearned for the days when she used to go out into the city with her friends and just be teenagers. No weird spider-powers, no dead uncle or boyfriend yet, nothing to hold her back. But, such was life. She just had a hard time accepting this is what it meant for her now. The thoughts ran through her mind as her eyes fluttered closed as she put her head to the pillow on the cot.

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Fuck, not again. A frequent nightmare that would return every couple of weeks. Lorena would be sitting down in a field of grass, Eddie’s head resting atop her lap while the rest of his body would be laying in the grass. She would stroke her fingers through his hair while he would plant kisses into her thighs. The daffodils blooming next to her legs. The leaves on the willow trees in the distance blowing in the wind. The sky would be an orangish-pink, cirrocumulus clouds floating through it. She would take in three deep breaths. Then the wind would pick up its speed, whipping her maroon hair across her face. Almost like it was supposed to be covering her eyes for a switch-out trick. Once she would be able to get her hair out of her face, the weight in her lap would suddenly change. It would feel heavier.

Then she would look down. Then she would see it.

Eddie’s severed head, with its crimson liquid seeping into Lorena’s pants.

In her dream, Lorena would be unable to move, causing her to be only able to sit there in horror until the head would roll off of her lap. Liquid would continue to pour out of it, but its color would change from its ruby red to a pitch black. Then it’s consistency would change into some sort of sticky goop, and begin creeping closer to her. Once her conscious would gift her back her movement, it would no longer be of use to her, as the goop would begin to trap her to the ground as soon as it touched her. Her struggling to break free would only cause her to become more entangled in it as it pulled her further down into the dirt. Then, the goop coming out of his head would transform itself slowly into a body. The same alien body that she killed that day. Once the massive body was complete, and the only thing left of Eddie was his head, the goop around Lorena would slowly start consuming her, wrapping up all of her. The last thing she would see as she desperately tried, but failed, to keep the substance from covering her face, was the material covering Eddie’s mouth, and crawling into that sinister, white, toothy, smile that would send shivers down her spine.

Then, pitch black. 

Lorena shot up from the cot in a cold sweat, but resisted the scream itching at her throat from the fear of waking up anyone else who might be around her room, as it was still night. She wiped her face of its salt and patted around her cot to make sure this wasn’t a dream. She was caught off guard when her hands suddenly phased through the material. Was she dreaming inside her dream? This hadn’t happened to her before. 

A cold, sharp, feeling suddenly rushed through her neck. She slowly turned her head to the left, to find a pair of fangs in her neck. They were his. His body stood behind her bed, shadowing over hers. This time with his fangs was different though. Instead of of venom seeping into her neck, she could feel blood being pulled out of it. Almost as if he was some kind of vampire, sucking on her neck for nutrients. Her hands shot into his hair, pulling down on strands for support as his teeth sank deeper into her neck. His strong hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her closer up closer to him. Butterflies filled her stomach and small sighs escaped her mouth as his sucking would get more intense and his fingers pressed into her skin. Lorena was unable to see his face, only a couple of strand of hair that would peek through her peripherals. She found herself almost addicted to the feeling his hands on her brought to her, this time moaning when his hands roamed from her hips to her breasts under her shirt. 

But just as fast as his fangs went into her, they were soon ripped out, blood trickling down her neck. She was gently placed back to lay down, his hands leaving a lingering trace after he removed them from her body. She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them to find his face, upside down over hers. Her own blood dripped down from his chin onto her nose. He slowly lowered down closer to her face, until Lorena sped it up by grabbing his face and pulling his lips onto hers. His kiss was ferocious, hers equally passionate. She couldn’t tell if her kiss was filled more with lust or hate for him. His warm tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring it with its own will. 

While they were making out though, Lorena could feel the light slowly slipping from her. Right, he took her blood for himself. As she struggled to keep consciousness, she put all of the energy she had into kissing him, as he groaned into her mouth when she bit down onto his lip. No, no, no, not now, not yet, she thought to herself as she continued to slip away, begging herself to stay alive for one more second to be able to taste more of him. 

As the her soul finally left her body, the last thing she could sense was the taste of his spit, as his tongue slathered it over the inside of her cheeks.

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After she woke up from whatever this dream was, she could still feel the lingering butterflies swarming in her stomach as Lyla popped into her room to wake her up for the day and mission ahead.

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NEXT CHAPTER

a/n: i watched spiderverse for a 3rd time and miguel is still so fine idc

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[wilbursdad-tomselleck]

Wilbur during school field trip headcanons

Okay this one has been in my inbox forever now but I've so desperately wanted to answer it so here we go!

First things first: Neil is the type of dad that makes sure his son his hyper-prepared for any occasion. School field trips? He's got stuff prepared for Wil well in advance. The entire Robinson family chips in. They all have ideas of what Wilbur needs to bring along with him

Gaston: I always wear my helmet. Always be prepared

Wilbur: I don't think I need a helmet. We're just going to a museum

On top of that C4R1 definitely makes sure he has a first aid kit on hand. That boy is bound to find a way to get himself hurt no matter what. Needless to say, Wilbur is embarrassed to be carrying all that around and leaves over half of his packed items on a bus.

One time he accidentally left his lunch behind in all of the clutter. Never let that happen again.

As one can imagine, Wilbur finds a way to get himself into trouble every single time. It's not unusual for him to get stuck with a teacher as his buddy during a trip because of it

Wil also has a tendency to wander off during group activities. He likes to explore at his own pace, and everyone else is too slow.

One time they took a trip to his dad's lab, and Wilbur took it upon himself to be his classmates' escort. "I've been coming here since I was in diapers. I know this place like the back of my hand.

He sneaks his friends into a restricted area

They damage Cornelius' latest invention

Wilbur spent the rest of the day sitting in his dad's office. He was grounded when they got home

In elementary school (like Kindergarten/First Grade) he got lost halfway through the trip and they had to cut the fun short so they could start a whole search party just to find him

They found little Wilbur napping in a little nook right before they had to leave to catch the busses

Overnight trips are a whole other beast! Wilbur Robinson will get the whole hotel calling in noise complaints to the front desk because he chose to hoverboard up and down all the halls instead of sleeping at an ungodly hour of the night.

He once got the entire class kicked out of a hotel. They spent the night on the bus.

Everyone who's trying to have a peaceful day dreads field trips with Wilbur unless they're in a place where they're free to wander about separately

Wilbur loves field trips. He looks forward to every single one. He promises to be on his best behavior everytime. He gets in trouble everytime.

The school once had a meeting to discuss the potential of excluding Wil from future trips. They understood it was unjust and unfair. Particularly after Franny caught wind of the discussions happening on the school board. They decided it was in Wilbur's right to have these opportunities like the other students.

That's all I have so far. In conclusion: Wilbur's a little shit on field trips and you should always expect the unexpected with him around

#meet the robinsons #mtr #disney #ask tag #answered #toonsartist #wilbur robinson

[cf56]

My thoughts on episode 4

SPOILERS for season 3, episode 4 of the Animaniacs reboot

This review will have less substance than the last one because I just don't have as much to say. You can skip the next paragraph if you just want to hear my thoughts on the episode.

It's only been four days, and I've already gone insane. It's killing me to be separated from the fandom. I see the snippets of discussions and the filtered posts I can't view and I just desperately want to be a part of it all. Participate in the discussion, share in the same emotions. If that wasn't a factor, I'd have absolutely no regrets about watching one episode a day. Especially after typing up my reviews, I find that one day is the perfect amount of time to thoroughly digest each episode and prepare myself to watch the next one. I don't feel myself chomping at the bit to watch two or three episodes a day. I don't even think I have the time to do that and also keep doing these reviews. The only reason I want to go faster is so that I can return to the fandom sooner. There's six more days and six more episodes. The emotions are super mixed, though, because while I desperately want to exit my self-imposed prison, every day that passes is also another day closer to the end of Animaniacs for me. Do I go faster and get back to the fandom, but risk less thoroughly enjoying the last season of Animaniacs? Or do I keep watching slowly but risk missing the most active period this fandom will likely ever have again? THIS is why shows need to be released weekly. It's a dilemma I can't solve, and it leaves me feeling anxious and detached all day, thinking about absolutely nothing else than all of this.

What? The episode? Oh, it was decent.

Here's a closer look at the three abominations:

Could these be the animals the Warners are based on? I think a gold earring suits Yakko well.

"Do they watch us when we go to the bathroom?"

Only once, Wakko.

I loved Yakko's expressions and animation here.

I found it cute to see Dot looking at her spider with such love. An underrated, consistent part of her character through the original and the reboot is her fascination with keeping creepy little horrors as pets.

POOR BABY! Can't you see he needs his chicken tendies?!

I just got this joke. There were actually three spiders, Dot already lost one, and Andrew Garfield was forgotten.

Sad to see how far seniority gets you in this field, because lord knows Dr. Scratchansniff has never helped a single patient.

Like I said about the previews, Yakko is super cute in this segment!

The ambulance driver said they were going to make another stop, and Wakko's daily activity was never followed up with like Yakko's and Dot's. Is this implying Wakko ate so much at the hot dog eating contest that he had to get an ambulance?

It was a pretty funny segment that felt like the classic Scratchansniff-Warner cartoons you'd see in the first half of the original series.

It still confuses me, though, how they said they were listening to fan feedback for season 3, but they still didn't bother to make Scratchy more fatherly like literally every single fan wanted. We went from Scratchansniff willingly taking the Warners in his car on trips to being upset that they happened to join him in an Uber because he chose the wrong option in the app. At least give us a few moments that show he has some care for the Warners- like when Wakko starts to cry, have him feel bad and willingly give in to going back to the restaurant instead of the Uber driver doing it. During the best parts of their relationships in the original series, he was considerate towards the Warners' feelings and asked about their hobbies. Have him show some interest in Dot's pets or Yakko's passion for yodeling. The segment doesn't have to go any differently overall. Just a few caring moments would make all the difference. The decision to revert Scratchansniff to being a typical cartoon antagonist for the Warners was universally panned in the original and it baffles me that they still carry it forward to this day. No one wants to see that.

The Pinky and the Brain segment was good but nothing special. I'm getting a little sick of the same old formula for the reboot. Why not start a couple episodes off with Pinky and the Brain and end with the Warners? Or any other combination of segment order you could do. The formula in the reboot has always been either Warners-PATB-Warners or Warners-(sometimes some other segment)-PATB.

I find it interesting that this is their normal cruising attire:

I thought this part was an interesting symbolism for the two conflicting human ideas on climate change. Do we stick around and try to salvage what's left of our original home, or do we just try to bail Earth and start over in the stars?

My favorite part of this segment was how it all instantly devolved into total nonsensical chaos in about one second.

Poor guy will never get his revenge :(

It was a decently funny segment. Not much more to say about it.

The episode was good. It didn't stand up to the last one, but I didn't have any major complaints that ruined the whole thing for me. There wasn't really a major musical number in the entire episode. I think they've been too light on the music so far this season. The Warners have only had two songs in six segments, and only one of them was super great in my opinion. Take advantage of these characters and legendary voices while you have them.

This episode was definitely worse than episode 3, but it's hard for me to decide between this one and episode 2. Episode 2 had a better PATB segment but a Warner segment that didn't do much for me like this one did. By virtue of me being a Warner fan first and this episode having some very cute moments with them, I think I have to put episode 4 above episode 2. Despite the lack at even an attempt at a song.

My current ranking of season 3 episodes:

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 2

Episode 1

I encourage you to participate in the discussion on this post if you have anything to say about episode 4 or those that came before it, but don't say anything about the episodes that come after. Pretend like you haven't even seen them. I have to thank my friends in the replies who humor me every day and discuss each episode without spoilers. You two are the only reason I'm still semi-sane. Without you, I'd feel completely isolated.

I don't know if I'll cave and start doing multiple episodes per day. This takes a lot of willpower, but for now I'm still tentatively planning to tough it out.

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#animaniacs #animaniacs reboot #animaniacs 2020 #animaniacs season 3 #animaniacs screenshots #animaniacs analysis #animaniacs spoilers #animaniacs episode 4 #cfposts

[jadespeedster17]

Repaid Kindness

Warning: Mind Control, Stockholm Syndrome, Darkish themes, Mild Swearing, and very slight Body Horror.

POV: Second (You/Your)

Note: this idea has got me on a hyper fixation again, which is great because I’ve been on low inspiration for 3 months now (Curse you ADHD). Plus I’m posting my own Submas AU idea later, just still drawing the character designs for Emmet and Ingo. Tagging @peachsodamaa again as this is her idea (If ever in the future you want me to not tag you in these stories just let me know :D also if anyone wants to be tagged if I make more, also leave me a comment or reblog) **Please Read Notes At The Very End** (It’ll be bold)

Summary: You give an act of kindness and you supposedly receive it back in good karma. Though, this guys ‘repayment’ isn’t refundable, and you’re his newest edition.

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You looked at your phone, having about 45 minuets before your train gets here to take you to your university. Today was supposedly a field trip day, going out to help people in need and pokemon also. Training to be a Nurse was not easy, especially for one learning to care for both Pokemon and People. Yet despite it, you loved to help people. taking the hard work in strides and stress slowly being dealt with.

This was your last year, and then you’ll be certified fully, already looking for jobs to apply to once you get it. A whole life planned ahead, you were looking forward to it. You parents would have been proud of you, a bitter sweet smile at that thought. You didn’t have many friends to celebrate with, between Work Study to make ends meet and tests, you never had time to head out often.

Hopefully, that’ll change with time, maybe a month to yourself after getting your credentials would be nice? You flick through the pictures of pokemon, today your professor said you’d chose a partner to work with you. Chansy, Blessy, Wigglytuff, Slyveon, Clefable, a few others too. You were to choose based upon what type of Nurse you’d be that day. You were lost in thought for a while just scrolling through your phone when you paused hearing something.

Looking up and around you noted the source of the noise. A woman was yelling at one of the Depot Agents. She looked very angry at something, though through the chatter of people around you, you could make out something about a refund. You also noted some people were filming this Entitled Woman’s outrage. Why do people like to me a septically of themselves? Acting more like toddlers than grown ass adults.

Top it off why was it always the one with the nasal tones and fake ass looking faces. Sheesh, most of the agents here has comedically large smiles or frowns, and still this woman’s makeup caked face looked faker. ‘Karen’s’ were always amusing to watch, thinking if they tantrum enough they’d get what they want. 

You watched the woman she was talking to still keep her friendly smile on, now that was a ‘I’m dead inside’ look only one working with the public could do. Trying to calm her down, and explain things. The other with the frown just passively watched with lost in thought eyes. Dissociating possibly, You’ve done that before when you worked in retail. Easier way to drown out the screeches of a bitch.

However you blinked in shock when suddenly the Karen slapped the worker. Some didn’t notice, but others did gapping in shock at that. The Karen looked very pleased with herself, as the female agent looked shocked as did her coworker. Her hand touched her face, and even from this area you could see tears. 

You didn’t hear what the worker said, only that her smile returned full force, and the woman went to smack her again. 

Her hand was caught though, and Karen look red and anger, “Just who do you think you are!?” she asked turning to you, as you held her wrist easily between your thumb, middle, and pointer finger. Despite her yanking, she couldn’t get free of your grip, something you picked up in self defense class. Gym credit was mandatory in college. 

“Hitting people doesn’t even get you what you want.” You said in a deadpanned tone, before pushing her wrist down and pushed back. The Karen stumbled a bit, and looked beyond livid. “I’d suggest an apology, but I think you’d choke on your own tongue if your tried.” you looked at her with a neutral expression.

Her eyes were cold, “How dare you assault me! I’ll have you sued and put in jail.” she screeched like a Whismur. What a noising adult toddler this was.

Amusement danced in your eyes as you shrugged, “I’m sure you could ma’am. But remember cameras are just about everywhere,” you tapped your chin in mock though with a passive expression, “Come to think of it I think I saw at least 4 people filming your little tantrum too.”

This was enough to make the red turn a bit pale as you saw her eyes dart around to see the people filming. You look at her, putting a hand in our side pocket and tilting your head. “Suppose you’ll end up front page on Pok Tok.” you commented, the look of fear and some anger on her face was priceless.

The Karen looked at you then to the Depot Agents behind you, and scowled. “I will be calling the higher ups about this!” she said, no doubt trying to get the last say in. Before she stormed off, her gaudy high heels clicking as she did. 

You tsk lightly when she’s gone and sigh rubbing your left temple, “You’d think people weren’t raised on the rule of ‘Tantrums get you no where’.” you commented out loud, then turned back to the girl with a kinder smile. “Are you alright?” you asked in your softer tone, something you’ve found you picked up at school when working with people.

she stared at you, smile still there, “yes I think so.” she told you, as you motioned for her to move her head. She slowly did so as you looked at the red mark with some blood from the woman’s nails. 

You wrinkle your nose a bit, “Well that’s not good, grosser yet, people have bacteria under their nails.” you huff a bit then looked at her, “If you’ll allow me, I come with fire aid all the time.” you offered.

The agent looked at her partner before agreeing softly, you got your side bag out and a small case. “It’ll sting a bit, but have to clean it so it doesn't get infected.” you explained in a gentle tone, before going to work. Using a saline wipe to get the blood off, then another to clean it. After that, you take out a small tube that read ‘Blissy Egg Salve’ and carefully put it over the three small marks. 

Once done, you dispose of the blood wipes, and put a few small bandages over it. “There.” you said with a bright smile, “Good news is the human face doesn't scar as easy as games like you to think.” you press the small tube in her hands, “Put this on every 4 hours, and it should heal up by tomorrow.”

You close your case and put away your things, “As for the bruising that might happen, that’ll heal up on it’s own in a few days.” you promise as she smiles at you back. “Don’t worry about the salve, my professor hands them out like candy.” you look sheepish with a small chuckle. 

“Thank you.” She said quietly to you, possibly because she was still reeling over the whole thing.

“Professor?’ the male worker asks with a head tilt to you.

You nod to that, “I’m a Nurse Student, hence why I even carry this kit, kind of force of habit by now.” you shrug to him, before the chime was heard over head.

“all boarding for Castelia City please head to Platform 2.” 

You hum lightly, “That’s mine.” you give them one more soft smile, “It was nice to meet you both, if your boss needs me to give a statement I’ll be happy too.” you said giving your name to them and college you go to. Before turning with a wave, “See ya.”

You didn’t notice how the two watched you very closely before you vanished into the crowd. 

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The next day was the second part of the felid trip, you were actually at Gear Station this time, helping with pokemon during the Battle Carts. People were excited at the idea of possibly meeting Ingo or Emmet, the ones who ran the place and who were some very strong trainers. 

Today you’d be working without a partner, as one of them was hurt by someone’s pokemon. But it’s alright, you just hope Blissy would be okay. You were standing by now with others, making small talk as their professor went around telling people the carts and trains they’d be stationed in. 

Some would be getting early carts, which were the Honors students, other getting simpler ones as they were starting out. Some were groaning at what they got, others very excited. Until your teacher came up to you.

“You’ll be stationed in the Multi Carts on number 50.” he told you, you blinked in disbelief, cart 50 was the ones Ingo and Emmet supposedly worked in. “Apparently they asked for you by name.” he shrugged, possibly not questioning it. “Do well and consider this your passing project grade.” You could only gap a bit, “Uh... yes sir.” you stuttered out, okay this was... a bit jarring. But, you could do it. Not many got that far up, so it should be simple, but you’d be also working with stronger pokemon. No pressure or anything, and you could feel your classmates envy, just great.

Taking a breath, you steel your nerves, you can do this. Getting your nursing bag and hat on before nodding to yourself. Everything would be okay. Before you headed to your stationed cart to get set up. See there were carts that had nurses in them, slightly smaller, and then ones with the battle area. So that you were out of the line of fire. 

Entering in the area you set down your bag, finding yourself alone for now. You start to get things out and let your mind wander. you’ve never actually met Ingo or Emmet before. Only just seen News articles on them, and heard about people who faced them and got their asses handed. It’s not like you really cared, you never were one for pokemon battles, Trainers were in a league all their own as far as you’re concerned.  Though aware of their status, they were people like anyone else. Guess that’s why the professor had no problems with you being here. You’re not a gushing fan, just a person doing their job. You at least hoped they were snobbish or uptight. 

By the time you finished the cart door opened and you looked over to see thw brothers walking in. A smile and a frown on their faces, it’s no wonder they were called the Muppet Men. You gave a polite smile, “Hello sirs,” you said in a formal tone to them. Ingo, who you knew the be the one in black, tipped his hat to you, “No need for that, just Ingo is fine. Glad you were actually here for this.” he told you dull eyes looking at you.

You just nod, “This counts for a big part of my grade, missing it means failing, which I’m not too inclined for.” You joke lightly earning a chuckle from Emmet. You were curious as to why they asked for you, but you decided not to ask, might come off as rude. However it seems you didn’t need to ask as Emmet smile grew, “I am Emmet. Heard about what you did for one of our agents yesterday.” he commented as who looked flustered at that, wondering if he was upset. Instead he ruffled your hair, “I wanted to thank you, they work for me personally, hadn’t appreciated what that woman did to her. I am verrry happy” his eyes grew dark though when he talked about the Karen, even if the small stayed.

You gelt your cheeks grow warm, “Oh it’s no trouble, I mean what kind of nurse would I be if I didn’t help people.” you said rubbing the back of your head feeling a little embarrassed by the high praise.  Ingo hummed in agreement, “The woman was delt with for her assault on our workers, so don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.” that did get some of the load off of you.

After that Emmet grinned widely, “Well, we’ll be waiting a while for people to get up here, takes a good hour.” he sat down dramatically on the seats as Ingo rolled his eyes at how the man sprawled out like a Starmie.  “You just like to make things difficult for me.” Ingo said as he sat at the very edge in a tight spot as Emmet looked pleased with himself. They truly did act like brothers. Emmet pressed forward to try and push against Ingo. “I’m not moving.” Ingo said stubbornly as Emmet pouted before laying his head on his brother’s leg. 

“You know I like the seat to myself.” Emmet whined to him, as Ingo looked unimpressed at him, with a neutral face and eyebrow raise. You snicker to yourself taking a seat across from them as Emmet just stared at his brother in silent annoyance.

Ingo looked away opting now to ignore him, which had Emmet make an indignant noise. He looked at you instead, “Have any rotten siblings of your own?” he asked as Emmet looked offended by such a term. “I am not rotten, if anything you’re the ones who causes the most problems.” he ‘maturely’ stuck out his tongue.

You find yourself smiling at how easy going they were right now, “No, I’m an only child luckily.” you tell them as Ingo tilts his head. “Parents didn’t want anymore kids?” he asks you as he did start messing with his brother’s hair. Which seemed to work in making him stop pouting. 

You shake your head, “My parents died when I was 14, so they never got the chance. Sickness.” you said calmly, it was fine now, you were older, so you didn’t mind sharing. Ingo’s eyes looked softer at you, “I’m sorry.” he said in a quieter tone, you shake your head again with a small smile.

“It’s fine, it’s been years, and I’ve gotten only better. I lived with my aunt until I turned 18 then headed straight for college.” you shrug, he nods along with your statement. Emmet speaks up then with a smile at you, “I am Emmet, and at least you might have found verrry good friends, right?” he asked curiously.

You look away from him with a sheepish laugh, “yeah... friends.” you said, even though you were lying, you had no friends. The twins shared a look between each other, and you found yourself lost in thought. Maybe someday you would make friends.

you blinked out of them when the bell chimed, Emmet got up at inhuman speeds enough to pop his back. You were kind of shocked he didn’t get a headrush, “Alright! Someone got here early!” he said in a chipper tone. “Time to make them cry!”

Ingo groaned from the statement, “Emmet, that’s not the idea to go for.” he says getting up with more grace than his more energetic brother. Pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a breath, but you did see his lips quirk slightly from amusement at the other antics.  Turning to you he tips his had again, “we’ll be back shortly.” he promises before following Emmet out the cart.

time passed on after that, you’d heal their pokemon when they came back, and made a bit more conversation with them. Finding out interesting things. Emmet, despite how chipper he was, liked bitter and sour things mostly. While Ingo preferred sweet things and spice. You also found out that Emmet was a well of knowledge in pokemon facts, which you quickly were able to keep up with. Ingo also liked to talk about trains quiet alot, and though you couldn’t make conversation, he seemed all too happy to just talk and you listen.

In return you told them a bit about yourself, things you liked, books you’ve read, movies you’ve watched, and what you wanted to do once you graduated. Even a bit on your life with your aunt... it was just easy to open up to them. You felt like you could trust them, they made you feel at ease.  They would nod along, and pitch in with their own stories if something you said sparked a memory for them. They were very kind and made for great companions on this long train ride.

Eventually you find yourself sitting between them as you talked, they both were pressed up against you, but you didn’t seem to mind. It had gotten a bit colder as the day progressed, and soon you’d be needing to leave. You mentioned as much, passively that you’d have to get back to your class, and felt them sightly tense for a moment... or you could have been imagining it.

The brothers stared at each other, as if having a conversation with their minds, staring each other down. You weren't sure for what, and honestly if twins really did have telepathy, you didn’t care. You were also worn out from the day, and couldn’t wait to get home.

**Emmet’s Ending**

Ingo then sighed and stood up as he popped his body, “Think I'll go find us some snacks, you haven’t ate in a while.” he said to you, and you blinked... come to think of it yeah, you had been so lost in talking with them you forgot about lunch.

“er... thanks.” You said looking a little flustered again at how easily you forgot a meal. Emmet waved to his brother as he left before smiling at you brightly.

“I am Emmet, and I have a question for you!” he said in his chipper tone, you smile, starting to think his first part when speaking a ‘verrrry’ was a tik of his.  Not that you were judging, but that was the best explanations you got, “What is it?” you asked curiously.

The smile grew a bit, as his eyes closed up due to it, “I was wondering if you’d be interested in working for me.” 

You stared at him, the world blanking for a second as the question sank in your head. Emmet stared at you, waiting for you to respond. Though he did speak up, “Please? I’d be verrrrrry happy if you did.” he pleaded with you a tilt of his head.

Finally you blinked and gapped, “W-Well... this is unexpected.” you admitted, you were looking for a job after school. “I don’t even have my degree yet though so you’d have to wai-”

“I am Emmet! I’d be more than willing too, so would my brother. We think you’re a perfect fit to be one of the stationed nurses here.” he tells you hand gripping your own, he had a very tight grip also. You look bewildered by how insistent he was, but... a chance like this wouldn’t come again anytime soon. You heard Depot Agents were paid well and loved their jobs. Not just anyone was chosen for them, as it’s said Emmet and Ingo were very picky.

After a moment you give a smile of your own, “I.. I guess I could, if you both really do want me.” you told him, a pleased look came across his face. Something in your stomach churned at how... not human the smile now looked. But Emmet wouldn’t hurt you, right? What reason would he have too, he’s had more than enough time now..

“Great!” Emmet told you, hand reaching up slightly as you look confused. “Just need to do one small thing for this to be official.” he tells you, something about his tone make your hairs stand on end. But you felt a bit numb and stiff as he placed a hand on the nape of your neck.

You give a small, little nervous laugh at how close to your personal space he was. Nose to nose, ghost of breath on your chin, and void eyes staring int your own. Emmet beamed, “Call it... initiation. So just hold still my newest play-thing.” he near purrs, you opened your mouth to ask what the fuck was up with that nickname.

Only to let out a squeak instead as something gripped the back of your neck, sharp claws digging into your flesh. What the- Something pushed it’s way into your head, you could feel it sliding up from your neck to the base of your skull. Your body was stiff, and eyes wide as you stared at Emmet’s smile that almost held all sharp teeth in the low lights... how had you not noticed before?

A smooth gloved hand touched your cheek as Emmet cooed, “That’s it, just give in my human.” he told you as it felt like something gripped your body. It hurt for a moment, you tried to look around, but you body just wouldn’t listen.  Emmet was smiling still, “I’m verrry pleased, you’re doing so good. I knew you’d be a good play-thing.” he said in a happy, excited tone. 

What was happening? It hurt to move, so you have no choice but to stay lax. Emmet put his arms around you and hummed against you skin as he hugged you. ‘Good... this is nice... Just obey, and everything will be okay.’ a voice that sounded like his purred in your head.  Hands carded through your hair, ‘I’m verrry pleased you helped one of my other play-things. I knew then I had to have you as one of them. You’d fit in so nicely, and be so happy.’ he told you in your head as you could feel others around you. Some were sad, others were impassive, and some were just numb. 

You felt calm and comfort from them though, it was okay, despite your racing heart and unable to move... you felt so happy. A smile formed on your face against your will. Emmet beamed at it when he saw it. “Remember to smile!” he teased you poking your nose. “And I’ll take good care of you my human.” he giggles lightly. ‘And all that matters is me.’ a darker voice of his said in your head. “You’re mine, and that’s all that matters.’

And despite the tears that he brushed away you found yourself nodding and parroting, “I’m yours, and that’s all that matters.” your voice said back and the dread sank to your very core..

It was very warm here.

**Ingo’s Ending**

A beat of a breath then Emmet groaned a bit and sat up, “Fine fine, I’ll go get some snacks then brother.” he grumbled, as if the two just got done silently arguing on who’d get what. You looked at Emmet as he smiled back at you and booped your nose.

“Be back with something to eat soon, you need to eat something.” he teased, you stared back at him. Oh right... you forgot all about getting some food. You flushed a bit, “Oh uh... right right.” You echoed making him smile brighter before waving to Ingo and heading out.

As the door closed behind Emmet, Ingo shifted his gaze back to you. Eyes blank and seemed to glow with how white they were. He stared at you looking you up and down, and you just gave a weak smile back.  “I wanted to also thank you for your help from yesterday.” he told you after a long moment. “Not many would have stepped up for another.”

You just stare dumbly for a moment, then shrugged, “It’s no problem like I said, I enjoy helping people.” you tell him, and that was the honest truth, you thought you needed no reward for just being kind.

Ingo’s face didn’t change, but his eyes did seem to light up a bit more in amusement. “My brother you see cares deeply for those who work for him. He’s very attached to them, guess you could say because of how strict we are on who gets employed, we grow close to them.” a tilt of his head and a relaxed sigh.

A nod is all you can give, they seemed nice enough, and none of the Depot Agents ever seemed like they hated it here. And despite how loud Ingo could be, You felt calmed by his deep tones. They were steady and strong when he spoke, easy to see how people could listen to him with the authority he held. There was a pause between you two, that felt comfortable as Ingo seemed to be thinking on something. He hummed as you watched him turn to fully face you on the seat. ��Which is why I wish to offer you a position here.” he finally said.

“W-What?’ was the only thing you could say back the look of chock on your face made him chuckle.

“Yes,” Ingo began again, “I wanted to offer you a job, you’ve proven yourself capable today to my brother and I. He quite likes you, but has agreed that me being your Boss would be better given your personality and history.” he explained eyes staring into yours.

You gap at the offer, and seemed to be in shock for at moment, before clearing your head. “I uh... still am in school though, I’d have to-”

Ingo cuts you off by a shake of his head, “We know, I know... and we will be willing to work with you until you get your license. And take care of any legal problems there is. Start you off easy, then once we’re fully ready, you can work full time at a nurse here at the station, we are in need of another.” he explained very thoroughly.  But given the guy was rambling just earlier about safety checks and such, was it any wonder he would be the one to cover all his bases? 

Your eyes met his again, the frowned stayed on Ingo’s face, but it felt like a more neutral expression as he waited for your reply. You hadn’t noticed his hands gripping your fingers. His stare was a bit unnerving with how he didn’t seem to blink, how had you missed that? Come to think of it, something about his face seemed off in this light the longer you stared. But as you blinked, it vanished... Ingo didn’t interrupted your thoughts as you bounced the idea in your head for a moment.

This was a big offer, one you knew they didn’t make lightly. How in the actually fuck had you managed to endear yourself that quickly to them!? You weren’t even trying, and hadn’t even thought about working for them. But... your professor always said opportunities were like Drifloons, one wind and they were gone.

“S-Sure.” You finally managed out to Ingo, “I’d love to work for you Ingo.” you finally managed out with a small smile.  Ingo’s eyes brighten, even his frown went to more straight than before. One of the hands moved from yours to your shoulder. A friendly gesture, “That’s great! I was hoping it’d be easy.” he said, you looked bemused at that statement.

Something brushed against the back of your neck, “Most of my Guests are a little harder than this.” you here him say, guests? That was an odd- You yelp a bit like a Yamper who was bit by a Joltik, something just cut into your neck! You went to move your hand to see what it was, but found it stayed still on your lap. You mouth stayed slightly open as Ingo watched you, “Just relax, the process is a bit uncomfortable at first, but so longa s you don’t struggle, it won’t hurt that bad.” his voice boomed out as you could only stare.

Your body felt weird and wrong all over, something something was gripping your joints, your very nerves, and stringing them up. Despite the fact you stayed perfectly still, you were told to stay still. But why did that  matter? Why did you have to do as your told? Your heart started to race, you wanted to move, but that thought and effort make you whimper... it hurt, like you nerves were being electrified when you went to move against... whatever was holding you.

Ingo was gripping your hands again and shook his head firmly, “Don’t move.” he said again, “Please, it’ll hurt worse if you try. Just give in... just obey me.” that statement rang in your head, like you were hearing both from his mouth and inside your mind. When had you started crying? Overwhelmed possibly as your body was being hijacked by, whatever Ingo had put on your neck! What the fuck was he even doing!?

“Language, but I’m just connecting you to me and the others, no need to be afraid.” Ingo told you brushing away the tears on your face. your mind was forced to open up, you could... feel others, but not see them. But the most overwhelming one was Ingo, pressing on your thoughts with his own will. 

‘Good my Guest, very good... I’ll be a wonderful Host to you. The processes will take a bit longer, but with time you’ll know each of your workers and me well.’ Ingo’s voice in your head promised. You felt like he was smiling at you, as your shocked turned to a soft frown like his, and your eyes dulled over. ‘I’ll take care of you, you won’t feel unsure or scared anymore with me... you just have to..’

Ingo was hugging you, you could feel him as much as he felt you... it was so strange, calming, so very calming. Your heart stopped racing and the tension left you limp against the strings.

‘Trust me.’

With those words, you mouth moved without you telling it too. You heard your voice, but couldn’t control what you said. You felt yourself nod, “I trust you Host.” was what you said next. 

You felt his happiness at the words...

And you couldn’t even feel terror, as it was just so calm here.

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End Notes: So yeah, to explain it bit to you guys, as some of this was Peach’s AU, but some was my headcanons for it.

1. I picture Ingo and Emmet are different to people they er... ‘help’ ? . . .  Ingo is very calming, his presence in your head forces you to not feel terror or uncertainty. As a Guest, you feel secure in everything you do, say, and move. He basically eliminates fear from you, because why would you need to fear when he’s always with you? Just trust him, and all will be well. Emmet however is possessive as fuck, you are his, no one else... well besides his brother, he doesn’t mind sharing sometimes with people who are family. Everyone else can fuck right off. You feel warmth with him, coldness isn’t a factor to you, you always feel like he’s mentally holding you. Why would you need to be shivering when Emmet’s always here? You’re his, that’s all that matters.

2. Ingo dislikes people who swear and reprimands you for it. Emmet is mildly okay with it, but they are not sailors, they work in a Train Station.

3. With each twin it’s different what happens when you do just.. give up.  For both it doesn't hurt as much anymore, sure you can still feel the strings on your body, but they don’t hurt as you’re not tugging against them. This makes it easier on them, as you move less robotically and more like a human. (You can always tell who has been there the longest by how they move.) Ingo, after you stop resisting him, it feel like you’re just sitting there. You watch the world go by like a movie, and everything is silent and still. You can sense everyone, their feelings and thoughts, you’re all connected. Sometimes, if you close your eyes, you can see through their eyes... if only in brief moments. And by this point, you feel happy to be so connected. Emmet however is different, you are watching yourself move. But you always feel arms around you in your head. Sometimes someone is messing with your hair. You don’t feel unloved, because you can feel the others around you. You sometimes will shiver when new people come in, because they are just so cold. But you fully believe with Emmet they will be fine, after all you’re fine.

4. Both twins have an easy time getting people to trust them, with their status in Unova, it’s not that hard. But they got about it in separate ways. Ingo might use his Guests to talk to you first, mans is shy at times coming face to face with people without Emmet. Only after learning about you through them, will he approach you himself. Despite being a good Host, he does have uncertainty in his own booming tones, afraid he’ll scare off any potential new guests. Yet is always happy to find that his voice is what actually sooths people the most. Emmet is very straight forward of the two, sometimes ‘personal space’ doesn't click with him. He wants to be close to you, he wants to know what you smell like, what you sound like, and how your skin feels. it’s taken him a while, and Ingo to explain, that humans like their ‘bubble’ unlike their species. He’ll approach you fast, and it can be draining to talk to him, but you can’t help but like his personality all the same. But that’s also how he lures in new Play-things. Both firmly believe the ‘Hive Mind’ is the best thing for their puppets. Eventually you’ll see that too, all new times puppets have a hard time adjusting, but their here, and they’ll love and cherish you till the end.

and 5. My idea, the twins are very much immortal... well fuck.

Finally, if you’ve ever followed me in the past for me Sander Sides content you’ll know I can write more... ah... intimate things. Given most of you still to really be into Mind Control, if ever you guys want me to do something more for Submas and Mind Control, just let me know.  Send an ask or leave a comment and I’ll see what I can give you. :)

that is all, hope you enjoyed Reading!

#hivemind au #submas #subway master ingo #subway master emmet #tw mind control #tw body horror #tw dark themes #tw stockholm syndrome #fanfic #second person pov #based on another post #hope you guys like this #I love this idea too much #ah adhd a blessing a curse for writers #gonna be working on my ao3 idea next #so I don't leave it unfinished like all my other words #please read the notes #please read warnings people

[sapphyreopal5]

Are you really royalty of The Fey, or just a really cool human being?

Hello Anon, thank you for stopping by to send in this ask. It happens to actually be the former. I've made some posts pertaining to some unique experiences I've had, such as "meeting" the Faye king in a field when I was about 17 years old ♥, crossing over off of Earth to Vanalfheim aka the Faye realm around when I was almost 5 years old and coming back a year later, etc. To answer this in short terms on how I learned this about me, when I first began delving into divination my twin sister also got started on it not long after I did. It was actually her who introduced me to using a printable abc chart with my pendulum! One day when I had visited her a couple summers ago in part because I was going to a friend's wedding. She was asking her guides some things using her chart, and I was asking my guides some things without my chart.

My sister was asking about things like past lives and stuff. I asked my guides if I ever created animals at any point (stuff like this was discussed in Dr. Michael Newton's books regarding what people do between lives) and was told yes. I was guessing numbers like did I create 2, 3, 7 animals, all of which were yes. A deity named Ba'alat said to my sister "more like at least 2 of every species minus creepy crawlers". Not long after this deity said this to her, they also said to her "Ellie's birth brought all dead planets that were once teeming with life back to life". I just looked over at her and had absolutely no idea how to respond to this. I sat in dead silence wondering what the hell to make of that.

I eventually asked my guides if this is really true and Hades Odin said "yes, we chose your sister Erica to tell these things to first instead of you because we knew she wasn't going to expect this, let alone believe it". I really learned about being their Queen when I was learning who my guides are and discovered all elemental types are guides of mine. I was informed by Hades Odin that only the Queen has all elemental types as guides, let alone as many as I do overall. It was Hermes who several months later told me one day my sister has a tumor that needs to be addressed. I panicked and said "omg please tell me you can help her!" I said nothing to my sister about this reading but I said to Hermes "Please bring my sister to the Faye realm and treat her". I am not kidding you when I say this but the very next day my sister said she woke up and realized her varicose veins on her legs are all gone and have not returned.

So, to answer your question in short yes I am their Queen. Thank you again for your question!

#divination #queen of faye #fairies #faerie #fairy #psychic #vanalfheim #faye realm #faye king #the khala #deities #sapphyreopal5

[anxiouslyfred]

Connections - Moceit

Summary: A world of various soulmate connections forming at different ages, The sides need to navigate each having multiple types of soulmate connections and finding each other.

Patton gives a talk at the reptile exhibit of the zoo with his soulmate creature wrapped around his leg. Janus is rather curious to know if the serpent on the floor is simply tame or actually the other creature in his soulmate connection.

Eventual DRLAMP, ongoing story with daily parts relating to specific ships

/\/\

Janus wondered how they'd feel if when they had first seen their frog their parents had simply explained that it could be a soulmate connection. Their mother had asked after their 3rd soulmate connection formed if they still saw the frog they'd spent a few months trying to point out to her and had admitted to worrying if that was what Janus was talking about since she hadn't been ready to admit she wasn't her husband's soulmate, not to their child.

They had denied it, already resolved to never trust their parents with their soulmates if at all possible, and then questioned why she used that excuse when she hadn't explained their lack of soulmate connection when Janus turned 6 so it definitely wouldn't have need to be brought up before then. They hadn't gotten an answer for it, their mother instead declaring it time for presents.

Occasionally they thought about the animal, about getting into a field working with them. It was, after all, what society expected of people with these connections as an easier way to find their soulmate. The issue was it held none of their interest like other subjects did.

They'd be far more interested in laws, politics and management, especially the ways to stop it from screwing workers over. Breaking expectations wasn't difficult to do either, with the lie provided to them from their parents never acknowledging the frog could be a soulmate connection for years, there was nobody to push them towards aquariums.

/\/\

Patton was raised on Disney films, had known about soulmates and the various connections that could form simply because they'd been included in the fairytales. He'd spent the entirety of his 4th birthday insisting on watching Snow White on repeat because he had a serpent now, just like her dog, ready to lead him to his soulmate.

It was why he chose to study zoology and get summer apprenticeship's at the city zoo. He could look after animals more solid than the soulmate one usually wrapped around his shoulders and even was allowed to lead the talks in the reptile house.

He wasn't expecting to realise, during one of his talks, someone staring not at the snake he'd brought out to begin the talk, but at the serpent wound around his leg since it's customary spot on his shoulders was taken. Patton blinked away from them soon enough, silently wondering how Roman had managed on stage to not miss a line when he'd momentarily lost everything he needed to say for the talk from his mind and had to make a pun or two to refocus on the children wanting to learn about snakes.

As the talk ended, Patton looked around once more for the person who'd been looking at his soulmate creature but now couldn't see anyone in a dark hat, let alone a bowler. He just carried on putting the last lizard brought out into her travel box and pausing while bent just long enough for the serpent to return to his shoulder's. There were creatures to return to their enclosure's and other animals to be fed. He could keep an eye out for the person in a bowler hat while going through the public areas.

/\/\

“I was wondering if the beauty on your neck was tamer than the rest or if she's actually a soulmate creature. Can I assume by her presence even when there's no talk or display on that she's the latter?” Patton heard asked from behind him. The zoo was closing in an hour and he hadn't spotted the bowler hat again, but apparently they'd found him instead.

He smiled, turning to them. “Yes, this is my Sunbeam. I can't see any soulmate animal on you however. Have you figured out some hidden way to leave yours behind or are they small enough to hide?” He asked, looking over and around them curiously.

“He's under here. Mr Houdini given the ways out of any carrier he's had. I'm Janus, by the way. They/Them pronouns.” Janus had tipped his hat back just enough for Patton to see a frog quite happily nestled into his hair.

“Well since you were at my talk, you know I'm Patton, He/Him pronouns. I've met one other soulmate and know I've got 2 more than that. Do you have multiple?” He asked, curious about that and knowing there was nothing he had to rush off to do until the zoo was actually shut.

Janus grinned, “Exactly the same actually. I have to ask though, are you as impulsive and curious as the frog is? The little I've read on soulmate creatures suggests they have some similarities with the person they connect to.”

“I guess I can do.” He shrugged. “It's just how I am. My next day off is on Tuesday. Maybe we could meet for lunch then and get to know each other better?” Patton offered as they heard the zoo closing soon announcement go off.

They nodded. “It would be my pleasure. I'll wait at the clock tower in town at half 12 on Tuesday then.”

#moceit #patton sanders #Janus Sanders #soulmate au #soulmate animals #zoologist Patton

[cuombajj-glitches]

Gods vs Dragons Custom Plane & Set

Because I'm a fool I decided that I'd try getting into custom set design again. The plan is to do multiple sets depending on how this goes, all of which would be in unique planes and ignore the actual canon mtg story and characters for the most part, and this is post is an introduction to the first one of those I'm working on. Also please note this is all subject to change. I don't even have a name for the plane yet, so a lot of this may shift over time as I work.

Concept- A plane where early in its history there was a massive plane-wide war between a pantheon of ten gods, and ten elder dragons. Five of each died, leaving the allied color pair gods, and the enemy color pair dragons. Now thousands of years later the remaining god and dragons feel a pull towards war just as a mortal body is pulled downward towards the earth.

Plot- A courier is dispatched by the WG aligned god to tell the other gods and their servants that one of the elder dragons in amassing an army and he can resist the mysterious compulsion no longer. He will take to the field of battle once more, and the plane will know war for the first time in five thousand years. On his journey the courier will meet a variety of companions from all walks of life, and see the tragedy of a conflict none of them can truly understand.

Mechanics- One of the major ideas in the plot is that everything has been shaped by the past, so I naturally decided a graveyard matters theme fit. I didn't want to really do recursion or casting from the graveyard though since that felt like it wouldn't work thematically with the characters being unable to change the past or go back to it. So instead, I chose mechanics which put cards in the graveyard, and then made a new one that's essentially a variant of Threshold or Delirium type effects. Actual mechanics are Cycling, Exploit, Explore, and Legacy (new).

Status- 85/101 common cards have a first draft at the moment. My plan is to finish those then do a round of commons only playtesting to see if things are actually fun. Depending on how that goes I'll adjust mechanics, specific cards, etc then make some of the uncommons before doing another playtest and adjustment.

For info like specifics on the gods and dragons, new planeswalkers, and planned draft archetypes, check below the cut!

The Gods- Right now I don't have actual names for them, just concepts for their personality, domains, roles.

WU Goddess of the Moon, Reflection, and the Past. She was the twin sister of the sun god (similar to Artemis and Apollo), but he died in the first war. Key traits are pensive, slow to act, solitary. I thought the color scheme and general symbolism of time and phases of the moon would be a good fit for the WU goddess I knew I needed.

UB God of Knowledge, Subterfuge, Strategy. A trickster figure who barely survived the first war. Key traits are mysterious, subtle, jovial. This is the one I'm most unsure of. Canon magic has had both Phenax who shares the exact same color identity, and Valki, both of which are similar conceptually. I think the more benevolent angle differentiates them, but it's still a concern

BR Goddess of the Forge, Fire, and Independence. She's very much themed around the idea of forging (pun intended) your own way in life, making things the way you want them to be, and refusing to back down. Key traits are gruff, unflappable, focused on the future. Black and red are both colors that focus on the individual and living the life you want regardless of the cost, and the forge seemed to work thematically since you are literally reshaping the metal, and creating something unique and personal from it.

RG Goddess of Fertility, Love, and Family. The most reluctant to go to war, she does not want to risk losing her remaining siblings. She's also the first god I came up with, before I even knew what I wanted the set to be about. Key traits are maternal, wise, protective. Normally because mtg is so combat focused Red's focus on emotion takes the form of anger, but it's also the color of love and excitement, which combines with Green's sense of community to make for a figure dedicated to familial relationships, and nurturing the world

WG God of Law, Structure, and Tradition. He's the deity most involved in mortal affairs, literally acting as the god king of a country, and also the one who has prepared the most for the possibility of war. White and Green both care about order, whether it's the natural order, or laws and taboos set by society, so a god who represents that seemed like a cool idea and something I don't think we've seen before in mtg.

The Elder Dragons- Similar to the gods, I don't have names for them yet, but do have an idea of what their broods and followers are like, and their role in the story.

WB Dragon, a schemer, and social Darwinist. He believes that the right of the powerful to rule over the weak ought not be impugned. Key traits are ruthless, manipulative, opulent. White is obviously the color of structure and rules, while black is the color that subverts those the most, so a system where the WB Dragon lords over its subjects with strict rules while it, its brood, and its favorite servants are protected but not bound by those laws is a natural fit.

BG Dragon, an explorer and isolationist. He travels the world in mortal form, living the simple life he wants while attracting a group of devoted disciples. He just wants to appreciate the beauty of the natural world, and be left alone by the gods and other dragons so he can do his own thing without interruption. Key traits are meditative, detached, and the black sheep. Here the focus on nature and community we see in green mixes with the seemingly contradictory part of Black that cares about itself above all other. Together they result in someone who cares deeply about their in-group, and their personal relationship to the world but ignores what happens to outsiders.

UG Dragon, a philosopher and polymath. He seeks to understand the world above all else, and to that end takes on apprentices to study and research under him, but now finds himself compelled by a force he can't explain to once again go to war. Key traits are curious, intelligent, and conflicted. Blue cares about knowledge and self mastery, and Green cares about the natural world so I ended up going with the familiar idea of him seeking to understand and iterate upon nature. In this case though I've leaned more towards making them a sage, and philosopher instead of going with the more explicitly science-y theme we see in Simic and Quandrix.

UR Dragon, a collector and aesthete. She wants it all. Everything is so endlessly beautiful and fascinating that she wants to own it all. She maintains a massive hoard, and even "collects" other living beings including humans to become part of her menagerie of creatures. Crucially, she's not malicious, and just sees mortals as akin to particularly interesting pets. Key traits are obsessive, condescending, and artistic. The central conflict between Blue and Red is that of knowledge versus impulse. This dragon resolves that conflict by being endlessly fascinated by things, but lacking focus, flitting from interest to interest like a humming bird to flowers.

WR Dragon, a zealot and general. She believes that the pull towards war they all feel is yet more evidence that the dragons in some sense have a sacred duty to kill the gods or die in battle trying. For thousands of years she has prepared her forces to seek vengeance for her dead siblings, and it seems as though the time is finally right. Key traits are faithful, furious, and glory seeking. White and Red are the military colors most of the time so this isn't a surprise and I honestly don't have a ton to say about the decision to lean into that direction since it's the most obvious one.

Planeswalkers- Like I mentioned in the first paragraph, I wanted to avoid using canon mtg characters so I knew I'd need new planeswalkers. In the end I decided to follow in the foot steps of Lorwyn and introduce five monocolor walkers who play relatively minor roles in the story of the set. In WUBRG order they are:

Trivain Lecot- A human knight whose magic is focused on increasing his and his allies' effectiveness in battle, enchanting weapons and armor, rallying forces, etc. He has an ucompromising sense of right and wrong like you might expect which can make him dangerous to those who fall outside of his understanding of morality.

Gr'Liz- A homonculus who has no magic on their own, but is an expert at stealing and copying the spells of others, adding them to their own collection for later. This plane is the first they've planeswalked to, and they're filled with wonder and curiosity. However, they are not always aware of the consequences their quest for spells and other knowledge may cause.

Neris Autor- A vampire naturally specializing in blood magic, and mind manipulation. He's a hedonist who cares only about doing whatever he thinks might be pleasurable and unique on new plane, fully embracing the philosophy of "eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you may die" regardless of the problems that causes for other.

Iggda Shieldbreaker- A human warrior with a hulk-like berserker state. She's very in touch with her emotions by necessity, and devoted to the cause of rebelling against tyranny across the multiverse. Her whole life she's been forced to be violent and strong to survive. Though she wishes she could be something like an artist living a simple life she knows she can never give up fighting for her ideals.

Erelli Cantorwill- A human noble whose powers make her the archetypal Disney princess capable of calling wild animals to come serve her. She cares a lot about tradition and preserving the natural world, but frequently comes off as haughty because of this. She currently travels from plane to plane gathering the local beasts and monsters for an as of yet unknown purpose.

Planned Draft Archetypes- Okay so for those of you who may not know, each set is built to support different strategies in draft formats, normally one for each two color pair. In this set at the moment they are

White/Blue Legacy control

Blue/Black Exploit aristocrats

Black/Red Artifact/equipment

Red/Green Legacy ramp

White/Green Go wide tempo

White/Black Legacy aggro

Black/Green Explore go wide

Blue/Green Explore midrange

Blue/Red Cycling artifacts

White/Red Cycling aggro

That's all I have for now! If you actually read this far thank you so much, please feel free to leave questions, suggestions, etc. I plan to make another post talking more about the first short story/chapter of the actual story I'm working on for the plan, so that'll be fun.

#gods vs dragons set #mtg custom cards #mtg custom set #magic the gathering

[affiliatesiddiqua]

Get Paid To Do Simple Writing Jobs Online

There are a thousand and one ways to make money by writing. The most important thing will then be to choose your path and the direction of your career as a new web editor.

Writing for a living has a ton of benefits. Yes clearly. You gain a certain online reputation in your field, as long as you choose a specific area of ​​expertise such as travel.

1. Write articles for blogs or magazines

Even if we talk about the crisis of the press or the death of the blog, know one thing: there will always be articles published. At least, in our lifetime, anyway.

A good advice that I would give you is also to specialize as soon as possible. For example, if you want to write about travel exclusively, focus on travel-related blogs and magazines first.

Although writing articles for popular blogs (like writing guest posts) is still generally unpaid, with most new authors trading their content for exposure (via a byline or author bio).

But, again, quickly switch to “paid” mode. Contact magazines and bloggers very quickly and expose your price, without detour.

2. Become a web writer for different writing agencies

Over the past five years, content marketing — that concept of creating great content to attract customers and build credibility and trust — has become in high demand.

The result? More and more companies are getting into content marketing. They are looking for content. Of course, they delegate this part. Typically, editorial agencies do this work.

And, so here is very clearly the second method: contact and work to work with editorial agencies that will outsource the ordering of articles to you.

No cycle, no manual search, everything is made easier in this sense. Some have a clear strategy, while others are just jumping on the bandwagon hoping it will pay off.

There are plenty of web editor jobs, you can go to indeed or Jobsora and type in “web editor”. You will certainly find a job as an editor.

3. Get paid to write by becoming a Kindle Bestselling Author

Well, it’s certainly more doable than it was back then, anyway. A decade ago, writing a bestseller was a distant dream for most writers, and self-publishing on Kindle was often seen as an exercise in vanity. Yes, almost narcissism.

But today, thanks in large part to Amazon and Kindle, the market for self-published books is gigantic and it is much more profitable to earn money by writing books on these platforms than by going through houses. classic editions. Unless of course you are an unrecognized genius writer.

One thing to remember in your quest to live from your pen. Remember that to publish and sell on Amazon, you will need to have an entrepreneurial mindset.

4 — Earn Money as a Luxury Copywriter: Being a Copywriter

In summary, the writing was designed for readers to take specific action.

Sales letters, video scripts, even product descriptions — they all need to be written by someone. We agree so far.

Copywriting may not seem fundamentally different from other forms of writing, but in practice it is a discipline of its own.

When writing is specifically related to sales, it is roughly called copywriting.

For example, there are marketers who manage to sell hundreds of training courses simply because they have killer sales pages.

The words are so well used that the guy who reads ends up buying the product half the time.

5. Write your own articles for your (niche) blog and make a living from affiliation

Ah! This is my favorite way! If you don’t know my story, then I’ll summarize it for you in a few words: I was a freelance writer for about 4 years before I started creating my blogs. So, I chose option 1 and 5 and I know what I’m talking about (without arrogance, eh).

I will be honest right away: it is difficult to create a blog that is popular. Really hard. It’s doable, sure, but difficult.

And once you have created your blog and it will have some success, you will certainly be surprised how little time you will actually spend doing what you love the most: writing.

What I mean is that in the beginning, when you start your blog and if you start it with the goal of making (lots) of money with it, then you will really only be an editor.

A blog has become a real business. So, creating a blog is really creating a business with different things to consider, other than writing.

[jocampo2]

Module 8 Assignment: Your Musical Theme

Theme: Heartbreaks

why?

So why do sad breakup songs exist? When I initially began working on this assignment, I wanted to examine the deeper meanings of things. I chose melodies as my first subject, examining pop music before getting the notion to look at other music with a similar meaning, which is why I selected sad breakup songs. Having to go through difficult times right now in relationships, I thought this would be the perfect theme to write on. There is both music to males from females and music to females from males, to put it another way. Therefore, it all depends on your perspective. It was a little challenging to locate tunes for this, but I did manage to find one or two. Bruno Mars writes a significant number of songs aimed at women. When I began to look at him, I discovered "When I Was Your Man" and "Grenade," which are also there but approached differently. 

Song: Happier

By: Ed Sheeran

I adore Ed's ability to create everlasting songs. This guy is on another level when it comes to tunes that are absolutely pure. He is not required to keep up with trends or work particularly hard. He's simply being who he is. We require more of this type of music and musicians.

Song: When I Was Your Man

By: Bruno Mars

Although he is singing about a failed romance, I believe the idea underlying the music can be applied to any connection in your own, including romantic relationships as well as those with friends and acquaintances. Everyone occasionally feels sadness, sorrow, or guilt toward both persons who have passed away and others who are still in their lives.

Song: Grenade

By: Bruno Mars

Even though my choice of music has altered, you can't match the old favourites that you never realized would entail something. I never comprehended this lyric adequately when I was youthful, but now that I'm an adult and even though I shouldn't even know what love is, there's this one girl that I'd do anything for and she knows it too, this song has a deeper meaning for me.

Song: Never love again

By: Enimen

I'm progressively more confident that this song is unquestionably among the finest songs ever written the further I hear to it and the more I consider it. The chorus, rhythm, and transition between the hook and the lyrics are all excellently produced. Anyone may freak out over the lyrics in this song simply because it is a double entendre from beginning to conclusion. Furthermore, the song's topic and moral are strong and moving, and finally, musically speaking, the song is incredibly enjoyable to listen to. Nothing is lacking in this song; it is fantastic.

Song: Enchanted

By: Taylor Shift

I promise that every single one of Taylor Swift's songs is a classic. She has a ton of underappreciated songs that should be more known since they are all genuinely excellent from the melody, the lyrics, the feels, her voice, and everything.  There are almost any skips when listening to her albums from the earliest one to the most recent. It disheartens me how many people have only recognized this music once it rose to fame on tiktok. This single is one of those overlooked tunes. This song feels like it would be appropriate to listen to while you are with the person you want to spend the rest of your life with in a flower-filled field at twilight, with fireflies illuminating the evening, and the moonlight hovering over you. Kissing while linking arms as soon as the chorus begins.

Song: All I Want

By: Kodaline

This song gives off the impression that even those who put up a tough front while being alone need a shoulder to weep on. To accomplish everything by yourself is difficult. even if we are all humans. For our lives to be whole, we need to engage with others. That is why there are families, friends, and connections. but how do others feel when we prioritize them in our lives? It makes us seem bad.

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I was unsure if I wanted to share this story, but I think it’s worth it. Anyone who wants to become an exterminator should know the sort of trouble that you might get yourself into. The last thing I want is someone being enamored with the thought of bagging man-eating cryptids and managing to get themselves seriously hurt, or worse. This is not a safe sort of job.

A few pieces of advice before we continue, in case you really do plan on becoming an exterminator—though, these are more field tips than anything.

Diesel is better than gas for setting things on fire, if you’re worried about the flames surging up too fast or reaching up to you.

Fire can spread between joined structures with extreme ease. Please make sure that the area around your firesite is clear before lighting the flame, and that you know how to contact the relevant authorities in case something goes amiss.

With explosions, even the shockwave—the air that gets shoved out of the way by the violent combustion of whatever fuel you chose—can be deadly, nevermind shrapnel and the accompanying heat and fire.

Do not, under any circumstances, try to replicate anything that I’m about to tell you. The Bureau managed to cover it for me, but to say they weren’t pleased would be doing a disservice to how pissed an entire governmental branch can get.

But, on to the story. I’m sure you’re more than ready to hear it.

We left off with, assuming you read the last post I made, the man that had just saved me, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t about to buy him a beer. We had wound up at the local dive—I think it was named the Y-Bar, or something similar—and we were maybe a few drinks in when we started talking about more than just what jobs we’d worked before. When we started talking about what he was.

It was his smile that gave him away. Every single tooth sharpened to a point, like he’d taken a file to them. Whenever he grinned, it made me think of a shark circling in the depths, waiting for the right time to try and take a bite. Waiting for just the perfect moment to lunge up . . .

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s with the teeth?” I said, sipping on the most piss-poor glass of beer I’d ever had.

“My teeth?” He said, staring at me like I was crazy, before grinning again, laughing at the expression that no doubt washed over my face. “My teeth, right. I’m a vampire—I’m sure you know the type.”

Of course I did. Vampires were outside of any regular exterminator’s wheelhouse—that was something you called in to the guys over in the BoSS’s black book, but exterminator’s knew all the signs in case we ever stumbled upon them. I said as much, and started to say something about how anyone knew what a vampire was before he raised his hand.

“I wasn’t done.” He said, grinning that damn shark-toothed grin. “Regular vamps are like . . . cottonmouths. Deadly, sure. A real threat to the regular prey—humans. I’m more of a . . . kingsnake.”

That was when I thought about calling the Bureau. It was strange—he was strange—but more importantly, it was way out of my league. Exterminators aren’t the ones that have to deal with these kinds of threats—we’re supposed to be for the pests. I can assure you that if you pursue this line of work, you won’t be encountering situations like this unless you are very, very unlucky.

I hadn’t really moved—I was about to stand up, to walk away, but his hand was already on my shoulder, pushing me back down into the seat.

“Woah now, there’s no need for you to be rushin’ off like that.” He said, voice colder than steel even as he smiled at me. He drained the rest of his glass before he spoke again, taking his hand off my shoulder once he did. It left a pretty nasty bruise—his grip wasn’t gentle. And he said, “Look, jackass, I eat other vampires. I didn’t lure you here just to try to drain you or convert you or some bullshit—and I certainly didn’t bring you here for you to turn me into the BoSS. And, I can you tell you right now, you ain’t takin’ that job in Mississippi.”

There was a job I had intended to take after the gig here—the one that this man saved me during. How he knew about it, I didn’t know exactly, but I could pretty well guess. Exterminators have to phone in the locations of jobs that they work to the Bureau of Supernatural Services, mainly for record keeping, but also to help identify any problematic areas that’ll require more experienced exterminators. Apparently, he had someone on the inside.

Or the Bureau was helping him willingly. I don’t know which would be scarier.

“You weren’t down at the graveyard because of a friend, were you?” I asked. The man only smiled, offering his hand. I shook it warily.

“Call me King. I’ll tell you what the problem is on the drive over.”

“Over where?” I asked, following him as he walked outside. This was all, in hindsight, the craziest goddamn thing I’d ever gotten myself into, but it seemed like the normal brand of supernatural weird at the time. That was until he told me what the problem he needed so much help with was.

We both tuned in to a CB radio channel, and I followed him out the parking lot. It wasn’t too long until he gave me the rundown—a vampire nest, a big one, set in the middle of New Orleans. They’d been running a pretty tight operation for a few months now—maybe even a full year—just by sticking to taking homeless people off the street, people passing through town, no one who would be missed by the locals. Or, more importantly, no one who’d really be missed by the local police department.

At some point they got greedy. Blood-drunk, as King put it. There was a spike in missing person’s cases around the area, an increase in the stories about kidnappings and gangs roaming the streets. Their big mistake, I remember him saying, was when they tried to convert someone, and she ran out screaming into the street. Somehow, the poor woman managed to outrun them—and the story got back to King. And, I reckoned, the BoSS, if no stories about it ever surfaced.

That was all just the backstory—what he really needed me for, was taking them down. He’d managed to get in good with the vampires actually running the show—they based it out of a bar in the area, and held a “feast” for all the members of their group every month or so. King reckoned this would be the perfect opportunity to burn them all to ash, considering there was no way we’d be able to take care of them traditionally.

So we were going to burn it down, he said. The bar had a kitchen that used gas stoves. He planned on sabotaging the propane tanks to fill up the kitchen before starting a fire in the adjacent room to burn through the wall and blow the place up. It sounded stupid, and I said as much, but he only asked if I had any better plans. Really, besides torching the place, there was no better alternative, but that didn’t make me feel any better about the plan—especially considering that I was going to have to act as a willing “convert” for them to not be suspicious of me.

There wasn’t much to talk about after that, and there was still plenty of road to cover, so I turned off the CB radio and made a call to the Bureau.

“Hey—this is need_a_nightlight, calling in about a suspicious figure in the Central Louisiana area. I believe him to be a type of vampire—please advise.” There was silence at the other end for a few moments before the person at the other end spoke.

“You are to help King with his plan. Orders from the top. Will you two be needing assistance?”

I sighed before relying with, “No backup needed,” and ending the call. It was a damn rare sight to see a vamp nest this big go undetected for so long, and I wasn’t completely surprised to learn that they were fully aware of what was going on. It’d be more surprising if King had managed to actually infiltrate the Bureau, more so than just enlisting their help. It was a testament to what he told me, too—the BoSS takes no chances with entities that could turn against humans. The fact he was working with them meant that they had no doubt he was safe, even if inhuman.

What it meant for me to be assigned as the helper, I have no clue. Maybe it was just by chance, but looking back, I’m not so sure. The caller for that ghoul-case gone wrong hadn’t been the most urgent sounding, nor even particularly worried. Given everything that’s happened since then, it certainly could have been staged—but at the time, I didn’t consider any of that. Just turned the radio back on just to tune into King’s awful rendition of Highway to Hell. Nothing much happened till we actually got to New Orleans.

We parked a good few blocks away, me having changed out of my duds while King kept his jean-and-trench-coat look. (as a man who had no sense of style—it was bad. Pretty damn bad.) It was around 10 PM, I believe—a full two hours before the party started. Enough time to actually put the plan into action.

It was maybe a fifteen minute walk there. I think we just shot the shit, King making sure his pistols weren’t showing out the side of his coat. I did the same—it’s a prerequisite to have a concealed carry permit, the BoSS just happens to have a special one for exterminators. I don’t generally like handguns, but for a stupid plan like this? We’d need all the help we could get without putting more people in danger.

I figure that was my biggest problem with what we were about to do. Blowing the place up would take care of the vamps, sure—burning them to ash was a sure fire way to keep them from hurting others, but explosions and flames don’t exactly discriminate between human and non-human. It wasn’t as if we really had a better choice—at this time of day, everyone should be home, away from the particular part of the French Quarter that we planned to reduce to ash—which would mean we’d be saving more people by eliminating the nest than we’d be endangering with the propane tanks.

That still didn’t make it sit any better with me.

The bar was across the street from us whenever King spoke again, saying, “Alright, fresh meat. You ready? You’re really gonna have to lay on the eager wannabe schtick thick, here.”

“Yeah, yeah. I got it.” I said, despite the fact that acting was probably my worst skill—right next to lying.

“Bullshit you do, but we don’t have time for that.” King said, patting my shoulder like we were old friends. “Look, just keep it cool, go along with whatever they do. As long as you don’t stir up a fuss, I’ll have time to take care of everything else. Just. Play. Along.”

I’d wager that it’s much easier to talk about playing along with vampires whenever you aren’t the type that they like to sink their fangs into, but I kept quiet. I knew damn well we’d only get one shot at this—any sort of slip-up, and we could kiss the chance to nip this in the bud goodbye. There’s no telling how many more they’d kill or turn before the Bureau would ever get a chance to root out the infestation again. Vampirism is, quite literally, a virus, just more on a macro-scale than anything else.

“Alright.” I said, after a second. Not like I really had much choice in the matter. Save lives, or, what, go and get drunk in some other shitty country dive?

“Thatta boy. I might actually start to like you, at this rate.”

“Don’t consider it mutual.”

King just laughed as we walked across the street. He waved at the vamp on duty outside of the bar, said something about how he was starving, how he couldn’t wait to get a bite to eat. Probably the most on the nose joke I’ve ever heard, even from him, but the guard just laughed and waved us in.

Now, I can’t exactly tell you what I expected from a vamp’s feast, but what was going on inside that bar was most definitely not it. Think a rave of a hundred crammed into a space maybe big enough for fifty. I don’t even know how we made it into the crowd, much less found ourselves in the middle of it, but I do remember King shaking hands with some mob-boss looking vamp and looking back at me.

There was no way I could possibly hear him over the music. They had speakers (almost as big as I was) set up towards the bar, absolutely blasting. Someone must have been bribed to ensure there were no sound complaints—but I digress.

I could have sworn he said “here’s the food.” while pointing directly towards me.

The mobby grinned, shook King’s hand a little harder, and finally let him go. King slunk off to somewhere unseen, obscured by the bodies clogging the bar, but the boss headed straight towards me. There was hardly room to breathe, but the vamps around him still managed to scoot out of the way, leaving a bubble of space between me and him as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

“I hear,” he said, “that you’re looking to become one of us.”

I looked into his eyes. He was perfectly passable as a human—no sickly sheen to his skin, his fangs barely more pronounced than regular incisors, overall looking the very epitome of health. Except for those damn eyes. They were slimy, almost glazed over, like a fish which had been dead for much too long.

I smiled. “Yes sir. I’ve been tired of living from paycheck to paycheck for too long. I just . . . I just want to have some fun.” I really couldn’t see anyone turning to these things out of anything other than desperation. Maybe to escape the law, or their family, or their own problems, but always to run away. I needed to tell him something—copying those reasons seemed my best shot. I thought it worked; the boss smiled, even nodded gently, and then took his arm away.

“Tie him up.” He said, those fish eyes staring me down.

I tried to fight back, but it was never a fair match up to begin with. Six or so vampires against one human? I might as well have been a mouse up against lions. A few moments of struggling later and they had me down against the bar, rope digging into my wrists. Someone had killed the music, an eerie silence already filling up the room. There was only the boss walking towards me, the tap of his shoes against the floors.

Just the boss, and the fact that King had left me for dead. Kingsnake my ass, he’d brought me here just to feed the rest of his friends. I don’t know how he’d managed to convince the Bureau he was harmless, but that didn’t change the fact I was as good as helpless against an entire vampire nest.

I was able to turn my head enough to watch the vamp boss step closer, taking his sweet time in reaching me. “We’re getting real tired of you Bureau fucks trying to ruin our fun, y’know? Asshats like you thinking they can walk into our homes and take us out like trash. But you ain’t even one of the big guys, are you? You one of those regular exterminators. Probably only bagged a few spirits, too. The hell’s one of you pitiful bastards doing down here? I can’t believe you even tried taking care of this alone. Probably thought King was one of you, too?”

I stayed quiet. I was trying to give them less of a reason to speed up my most likely inevitable death, but it only seemed to make him even more mad. “Oh, you’re a pretentious little fuck, ain’t you? Probably some redneck piece of shit who’s only been in a city twice in his life. Yeah, alright buddy. Play the strong silent type with your throat ripped out.”

He gave some signal to the vampires around him. I barely caught it, just a flick of his hand, and the ranks advanced towards me. Just a few more steps and they’d be on me. I’m not a religious man, never was, but I tried my hand at praying then. Just in case. I tried thinking more of absolution than the hundred-something pairs of teeth about to dig in, no doubt all of them vying for their own special drop of my blood. I still get chills thinking about the look in their eyes. At that moment, I wasn’t a person. I was cattle.

And then the back of the bar exploded. Relative to the entrance, I was on the left, and the entire back wall went up in a flash of flames and sound. I don’t even think the vamps next to it had any time to react, speared through with flaming hunks of wood and stone as they were.

King was there, untying my hands a second later. I wanted to thank him, but it came out as more of a, “You’re an absolutely despicable motherfucker.”

“Woulda done that sooner, but I forgot we were going to have to block off the entrance. Had to circle back around to park some asshole truck in front of the doors.” He said, cussing as the ropes put up for a few more moments before finally falling away.

The confusion only lasted for about that long. The main body of vampires were still picking themselves or their friends up off the ground, but the explosion hadn’t touched me, or the boss, or his cronies. Too much of a buffer. It didn’t quite make sense–propane tanks, large enough to run two different industrial gas stoves, and they hadn’t blown the entire place skyhigh?

Probably not the smartest thing to think about while running from a literal bloodthirsty horde, but King was laying down cover fire as we ran back into the smoldering wreckage of the kitchen so I had a bit of room to breathe. (Bullets can’t kill vampires, but they still feel pain and their bodies take a minute to adjust to the shock of getting shot.) Clearly, King hadn’t completely emptied the tanks before starting the fire—presumably to save my sorry ass from becoming vampire-dinner—but as it was, the current fire wasn’t going to be enough to take care of the rest of the nest by a long shot. They’d escape through some way or another before the fire spread enough to do its job—which would mean that we completely blew our chance at this.

Unless we set off the rest of the propane.

“I’ve got a really stupid plan.” I called back. It was a longshot, but some of these restaurants didn’t have their own propane tanks. I wasn’t sure if that applied in New Orleans, much less to this bar in particular, but if we could find access to the pipeline on the street, we’d be able to take out a lot more than just the bar. Maybe even the entire block. Hell if I knew if there was even enough gas in those pipes to cause an explosion that big without letting it build up first, but it was our only shot. “Should be a natural gas pipe running under the street—if we can find the sewers, we can probably find the pipeline too. Take that out, and . . .”

“Boom. Yeah, alright, exterminator.” We just ran at that point, but not before King slammed the backdoor shut, pulling a nearby dumpster in front of it like it was no big deal. Normal vampires were a bit stronger than humans, but King? He must’ve been in a whole ‘nother league, just from that. Didn’t really think much of it at the time, though. I was too busy prying the manhole cover out of the ground with a piece of scrap for an improvised hook. It came up with a good bit of force, but King stopped me before I could climb down.

“This is where your job ends, I’m afraid.” It was the least pretentious thing he said to me since we’d met, which was more worrying than I’d like to admit.

“The hell do you mean? We still have half of a nest to take care of.” I’d shoved his hand off my arm. He just grinned back, smiling that same damn sharktooth smile as he did when we met. Same smile as whenever he held me down in that seat.

There was no humor in it. There never was. Just that sense of waiting for the right time to move in. The right time to corner his prey.

I didn’t think there could be a better moment than now. An entire nest, ripe for the taking. “I think you misunderstand. I have a nest to take care of. You were just helping. And you’d damn well get your ass out of here before this place goes up in flames, or the Bureau will be on my ass for months.”

“You better be damn sure you know what you’re doing.” I said, even as I moved out the way. King just laughed.

“How hard can it be? I break any pipes I see, wait a minute, and light a match. You just worry about getting far enough away, exterminator. Vampires are my area of expertise.”

I be damned if I didn’t feel sorry for the blood-drunk fuckers for it, too.

I was still running a few minutes later whenever the explosion shook the ground. It lit up the city like the world’s largest bonfire for a few moments, before it dimmed down into an angry glow on the horizon. Smoke filled the sky like thunderclouds, and it was only a few moments later whenever fire truck sirens started blaring. It took them half a day to stop the fires that broke out after the explosion, I heard. Burned down half the French Quarter, too.

King took his sweet goddamned time lighting up that match, but it was enough for the natural gas to fill the area. I still don’t want to think about how much that must have cost the Bureau in damages to the city, but the accounting part of the operation was never my problem. I do know that they printed something in the papers about a catastrophic failure with the city’s natural gas lines, but it never even made it to the news stations, much less the internet.

I know that blast didn’t take care of all of the vampires. There was no way that a few of them didn’t manage to weasel out of the building before the flames took it, and I wasn’t too surprised whenever I heard a few exterminators in the area talking about having cases taken over by the feds in New Orleans—but even that was pretty quick to stop. King worked fast, I’d give him that.

I was out of the city pretty damn fast, but I was expecting it whenever I woke up to a silver truck idling in my driveway. Took my time getting ready, too, just to pay him back for my almost-death, but I knew I owed the man a beer.

And that time, we didn’t go to some shitty honky tonk—I got to choose.

That was that, for the most part. We kept in contact, and every now and then King would call about some other nest popping up in my area, but they were much smaller, much more manageable without the use of blowing up entire city-blocks.

I think this just about wraps up this story, but again, comment if you have any more questions about the work, or how to become an exterminator. It’ll be a lot more tame for you, I bet, but you can count on some nice paydays if stuff like this ever does turn your way, and you have the stomach for it.

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Little tease | Riven smut

Summary: You tease Riven during training, he shows you what happens to little teases.

A/N: I do not own the gif but I thought it would fit! This is just smut, but we need more Riven smut out there. It’s a little filthier than I have written so far so I hope it isn’t too bad. 

WARNING: SMUT read at your own discretion, Daddy kink (because come on, Riven totally has one) teasing, dirty talk (a little degrading),  little rough but nothing too crazy.

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You had never had an attraction to someone like this, you couldn’t explain what it was. Riven just made you feel some type of way. He could give you one look  and set your body on fire, it didn’t help that he was the worlds biggest flirt and liked to show off. Luckily for you, the feeling was mutual and Riven focused his attention on you.

Riven and you had been together for a while now, you knew all his quirks and habits, and you also knew what really got him going. You were in a mood, there was a training scheduled and you did not want to go. You wanted to spend your day in bed with Riven. So to say you were a little annoyed was an understatement. The only good thing about this training was that the second year specialists were assisting, so you did get to see your boyfriend, just not in the situation you had hoped for. 

The training was in full swing and you were getting frustrated, sexually. Riven was looking way too hot for a normal training day. All sweaty, flexing his muscles and being in charge? Yeah that definitely got you going. You huffed in annoyance, you knew that training would at least be another hour. 

Silva asked Riven to demonstrate a new move and asked for a volunteer, you had never been this eager to help out, you wanted to get pinned against the floor by Riven and you were getting more desperate with the minute. Luckily Silva chose you, Riven raised his eyebrow, you never volunteered to help demonstrate. You were one of the types that liked to learn quietly to themselves. You got in position and launched at Riven, he blocked your attack and pinned you to the floor in one swift move. Silva explained the mechanics of the move as Riven was still pinning you down, you decided to tease him a little and whispered ‘’Sorry babe, needed an excuse to be underneath you again’’ He gulped and you grinned, liking the effect you had on him. The two of you rose and you knew exactly how to make this training more fun.

It was your personal mission to get a rise out of Riven. You took every oppurtunity to practice with him. Pressing your body against him, whispering things to him whenever you had the chance and making other innuendos. You could see that it was getting to him, he got a little snappy towards the other first years and looked increasingly more frustrated.

Riven had no idea what had gotten into you, but it had him going crazy. The way you moved made it more difficult to focus, especially when you kept touching him and giving him sly looks. It was killing him, Silva had asked him to help because of his improvement and he didn’t want to mess up. But god did you make it hard, pun intended. You were drinking from your water bottle when Riven stalked over to you ‘’What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’’ he hissed at you. You smiled innocently ‘’I have no idea what you’re talking about’’ Riven looked at you, clearly irritated ‘’Knock. it. off’’ He walked away, huffing loudly. You had definitely gotten to him.

You were sparring with Dane when you called Riven over, you were going in for the final move. ‘’Riv, can I try this move on you? Dane was asking about it’’ You smiled sweetly, he already knew it was a trap but he couldn’t say no to you with all the others around you, so he nodded. He launched at you and this time you had him quickly to the ground. You were sitting on top of him and stretched out your whole body over his to ‘lock him down’ you leaned down and whispered innocently ‘’Am I doing it right daddy?’’ He could feel himself twitch in his pants, you had really done it now. You slowly got off of him, brushing past his growing problem. Riven was pissed to say the least, you were actually kind of nervous when you saw the bitter expression on his face. But training was finally over and before you could do anything, Riven had grabbed your arm and dragged you off of the training fields. 

‘‘You fucking tease’‘ You were barely in his room when he had pinned you against the wall. ‘‘Trying to distract and tempt me the entire training session’‘ He smirked, his pupils full blown and dark ‘’Want me to show you what I do to a needy little tease?’’ He forced your legs open with his thigh and roughly pushed it against your heat. You let out a small noise at the contact, making him grin bigger. ‘’Not so bold now huh?’’ He pushed his thigh closer against you, making you moan. He chuckled ‘’You’re so fucking desperate’’ You tried to move against his thigh, needing any sort of friction but he held you still, breath ghosting over your neck but not doing anything. You let out a whine, you were indeed desperate and needed him to do anything ‘’Come on baby, use your words’’ You had difficulty making up a coherent sentence, especially when his lips started to lightly touch your neck before pulling away from you completely. The loss of contact made you whimper ‘’I-I need you to fucking touch me, please’’ Riven cupped your cheek ‘’Please what?’’ ‘’Please daddy’’

That was it, he was on you in a second. Attacking your mouth with his own. His hands were groping your ass, your legs around his waist and your hands in his hair as you moaned into the kiss. He carried you over to the bed and roughly dropped you. He wasted no time, taking of his shirt and your sports bra before getting on top of you again. Kissing you once again, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You could feel his growing errection being pushed into you, you were soaked at this point. He bit on your lip before assaulting your neck, he was marking you. Normally you’d mind because people were going to see but you were so lost in all of it that you didn’t care at that moment. Your hands were in his hair as you moaned, you wrapped your legs around him again to push him closer into you, earning a groan from him. You loved it when he made his little noises, and you’d do anything to hear them over and over. 

He was leaving marks all over your body taking his sweet time, way too long in your opinion. You loved his mouth on you but you needed something else more. You started grinding against him making him chuckle ‘’God you really are desperate today huh?’’ He leaned in closer to you ‘’Does baby need to be filled?’’ You nodded. He grinned while he looked at you, you already fucked out and he had barely touched you. ‘’Do you deserve it?’’ Your eyes widened ‘’Cause only good girls get filled up’’ His thumb traced over your lip ‘’Please’’ you croaked ‘’I need you so bad’’ He pulled you into a surprisingly sweet kiss ‘’Alright baby, you get off this time, but don’t pull that stunt on me again’’ you nodded, you’d do anything at this point. 

Suddenly he tore down your leggings. He whistled when he saw your panties, they were red and lacy just as he liked. ‘’You planned this all along huh? my naughty little girl’’ He nudged your legs open and touched you over your underwear, they were completely soaked and you knew it. The little friction was appreciated but it was not nearly enough ‘’Riven... please’’ He pressed a little harder ‘’Tell me what you want’’ He pushed your underwear to the side and raked his finger over your slit making you gasp ‘’I want you to fuck me daddy’’ He grinned ‘’Anything for you baby’’ He plunged two fingers into your heat and kept a rapid pace making you throw your head back and moan loudly. You didn’t even care who heard anymore. He pulled away from you after a few minutes and licked his fingers clean ‘’You taste so fucking good’’ You whined at the loss of contact but saw that he was removing his pants and boxers and licked your lips when you saw his already leaking dick. He pumped it a few times before getting back to you.

He pushed your legs apart even more and took your legs and rested them over his shoulders giving him an interesting angle. He pushed at you all at once drawing out a long moan from the both of you. He didn’t give you any time to adjust before slowly pulling out and pushing back in again. He groaned ‘’You’re so tight, I love being inside of you’’ his hips snapped deliciously into you and you let out a few breathy moans when he started picking up his pace. It didn’t take long before you felt the familiair coil burning inside your stomach. Riven noticed too ‘’Come for me babygirl’’ He thrusted a few more times and you came undone, seeing stars. Your orgasm washed over you and that was all it took for Riven to snap as well, coming inside of you. 

The two of you were breathing heavily next to each other. ‘’That was mindblowing’’ you rested your head on his chest and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer ‘’Damn right it was, but please don’t ever tease me again during training’’ you giggled ‘’Well I might have to if you fuck me this good afterwards’’ Riven laughed he pulled you in for a slow kiss making you melt  ‘’I can fuck you good anytime babe’’

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[bye-bye-sunbird]

Offering | Yan!Xiao x Reader

Summary: In the middle of Liyue's darkest period of terror, the legend of a bloodthirsty Yaksha terrorizes the land. The little village you grew up in is growing weaker as raids continue, and you become the victim of their despair and superstition. So they offer you as a sacrifice for the Yaksha to take.

CW: Stalking, General yandere behavior, mentions of violence.

“The one who makes blood pour like rain over the fields”. That is what you and everyone you knew called him.

You were taught to believe that even speaking his name out loud was the same as wishing death upon your people. That he was a bloodthirsty demon, that he was death incarnate, the product of sin and everything evil.

But no one told you how beautiful he was, not one tale mentioned his eyes that gleamed like yellow stars haunting the night.

Had you known the fate your so-called people chose for you, you would have whispered his name and let the most beautiful being in the world bring its carnage upon them.

You smile bitterly at the darkness of your own thoughts, maybe you deserved this fate after all.

Your people feared you too, deemed you a curse long ago when you had your first encounter with the Wind Yaksha. "You were marked!", they said as you were being tied down, "He chose you back then, and by denying him you will end up dooming us all!". Your pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as they dragged you outside your house. You promised to leave the village and begged to be given the chance to survive on your own. They were condemning you, you screamed, amidst chants of "Get her out of here!" and "Cursed child!". The faces of all the people who knew you since you were born twisted into demonic disfigurements as your tears clouded your vision and you lost consciousness. By the time you had woken up, he was there. Staring right into your soul.

No fair trial for the wicked, it seems.

Your lips tremble as a few more tears stream down your face. Right, I am about to die. How awful would it be that your last thoughts are of the traitors you once called friends and neighbors. You force your eyes open once more, looking directly at the monster in front of you, the moon shining on his back as your sole, silent witness. If you were to die now, you wanted the last thing you see on this wretched, cursed land to be beautiful.

"I guess this is it." you mutter, incapable of stopping your voice from breaking "It's been weeks now, I think."

His eyes travel towards the ropes that painfully tie your wrists. You must be imagining things, as you almost see anger and pity swirl in his eyes. You hold your breath as he steps towards you, and flinch as he nails his bloodied weapon on the wood floor.

He approaches carefully as if you were some type of wounded animal. You were, deeply. The unfairness of it all made your blood boil.

"I remember when I first saw you." your voice stops him in his tracks as words blur out of your mouth. You didn't know if you were trying to distract him to stay alive, or just wanted to speak your mind before you were gone. "I went beyond the gates to pick mushrooms. I had never done that, you see. I knew the rules, I knew there were too many dangers beyond the village's borders, I knew that I was too weak... And I can stand hunger, but not children's tears. And the little boy two houses next to me cried of hunger, and no one else seemed to do anything about it."

Tears build up until you have no choice but to close your lids, you couldn't speak more, and you didn't need to. He knew the story very well. Saving you from the attacks of monsters and delivering you to the village's entrance had not gone well for you.

Of course, things could have been better for you had he not made his presence around the village known. After that little incident, sightings of him became more and more frequent, as if he was, somehow, waiting for you to come out again. You learned of the gifts left on the village's entrance, which often remained untouched out of fear. Sometimes the gifts were comprised of food and medicinal plants. Other times, corpses of beasts that used to terrorize the village.

But you didn't leave the village again... Until now that is, but that was not voluntarily.

When you open your eyes, you find the Yaskha untying the ropes off your wrists, without touching your reddened skin. You notice that the gloves on his hands had small, scattered marks that gave them a slightly rough appearance. They were the hands of someone used to wielding a weapon, no doubt. You think about the lives that he has ended with them, and how easy it would be for him to tear you apart, should he want to.

You dare not to move as you watch him looking at the dents left on your skin. Almost imperceptibly, his thumb slides over the red mark on your wrists, and the other fingers follow the same motion. The sensation was the same as if a bird's wing gently brushed your skin. His eyes travel back up, seemingly unable to hide how elated he is to have you this close. His gaze shines as he studies your face up to its last detail. A sick feeling stirs on your stomach at the eerieness of being watched so thoroughly.

"You won't hurt me," you realize out loud in a sad tone, "but you won't let me leave either, isn't that right?"

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