#(edit: SHIT I FORGOT THE MILK)

[your-fave-is-being-blended]

blend the moon, the sun, the earth, and some milk to make a cosmic smoothie

The Moon, Sun, and Earth are being blended!!

You cannot save them.

#(edit: SHIT I FORGOT THE MILK) #your fave is being blended #you cannot save them #blend requests #moon #the moon #sun #the sun #earth #the earth

[darkclouud9]

strawberry milk

#I FORGOT TO EDIT THE WORDS OUT #had to remember what to caption it one way or another #shrug #anyway #raccoon MrsT 🥰 #idk why #she just gives off feral pink milk vibes #yeah she still has the antennae #idk #i dont like drawing her without them #plus it can just be a headband instead #I FORGOT THE HEARTS ON THE HEADBAND #I WAS RUSHING THE COLOUR SHIT #i swear i had more to say #but my memory is.... what was i talking abotu? you get me? #friday night stabby #mrstango

[alexfromjersey]

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 & 𝓐𝓻𝓰𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: two months go by after the premiere of Scream 6. after not speaking for a month, Jenna finds you and has some intense news to share.

warnings: mature language, angst, fluff, mentions abortion

a/n: I'M NOT SCARED OF LIONS, AND TIGERS, AND BEARS...oh and I totally forgot that the Met was May 1 sooooo pretend it was a little bit later in the month. 3.7k words

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MAY 2023

Life has certainly skyrocketed for you after you released your vlog of the Scream 6 red carpet premiere. Everyone loved the funny moments between you and Davis and the cast appearances. The fans also noticed the interaction between you and Jenna, which blew up. You gained a lot more followers, going from 16.6k to almost 50k in a couple of weeks.

It was a tad bit overwhelming, having more eyes on you but it’s what you signed up for. You just had to adjust. 

“Chat, I got word that my special package is coming soon for the stream. I’m mad excited to show y’all this shit” You beamed. 

You sat back in your gaming chair wearing black basketball shorts and a black tank top. You had your reading glasses on because you were blind as fuck. You just finished playing the new season of Call of Duty and now you were talking to your chat for the last hour of your stream. 

Lately, you’ve noticed that you've lost focus a little bit. Ever since that night with Jenna, it replayed on your mind over and over again. The way her lips felt against yours, the sounds she let out when you pleasured her, and her beautiful body. 

You hate to admit it but you were starting to feel the actress. You’ve had your fair share of women, some that were relationships and some that were just for fun. But you never felt this way about a girl before and it kinda scared you. 

“When are you releasing new music? Whenever I can find studio time. On some real shit chat, I’ve been writing a lot more lately and I really wanna hit up the studio so anyone that can squeeze me in, DM me please” You spoke to chat. 

It didn’t help that Jenna stopped contacting you after a month and some change. You haven’t gotten any DMs, texts, or FaceTime calls in weeks. At first, you figured she was busy doing her job and she didn’t have any time to talk. A quick little text would be enough though.

But you had to remember that y’all are not together. No use of crying over spilled milk. Davis was upset when you told him.

You stupid motherfucker - again his exact words.

“I haven’t looked at my Reddit in a minute, let’s see what’s happening there,” You said and clicked to Reddit.

The first thing that popped up was a picture of you and Jenna at the restaurant. The caption said, “not Jah tryna rizz up MY WIFE!?!?”

You continued to scroll through the Reddit seeing nothing but edits of you at the premiere. There were some edits and pictures of you and Jenna with outrageous captions which made you laugh. You continued scrolling through and interacting with chat for the last fifteen minutes before getting off for the night.

Now you are bored and hungry. You threw on your slides and grabbed your accessories before leaving the apartment. You were craving a baconeggandcheese on an everything bagel from the bodega around the corner. 

( your outfit ^ )

You got to the bodega and ordered your sandwich, grabbed a soda, and some snacks for the rest of the night. About five minutes later, your sandwich was done. You bid goodbye to everyone in the store including the cat at the register before heading back towards your apartment. However, the loud sound of a horn can be heard throughout the night air. You ignored it, thinking it was not for you, and kept walking. But the horn sounded again and a heavy-tinted black SUV pulled up next to you. You were on guard now, you thought you were about to either get got or robbed. You freed your left hand just in case, you had to pull out the tool. But then the back passenger side window rolled down and a familiar face was seen.

“Yo Hollywood, word to you was about to get got. Why you roll up on me like that?” You questioned as you relaxed seeing her face. 

“We beeped the horn twice to get your attention” Jenna replied. 

“This is New York, car horns are heard every second and can mean various things. We beep and shout out the window here” You joked.

A small smile appeared on her face for a second before she turned to someone in the vehicle with her. 

“I need to talk to you…it’s important” She mumbled loud enough for me to hear. 

“Nah I ain’t getting in shit. You ghost me for a month and then roll up on me like this. How did you find me anyway?” You questioned. 

“Davis…I called him. It took a while for him to tell me where you lived but after I expressed how important it was, he gave it to me. Look, I know we haven’t spoken in a month and there’s a reason for that. If you would just get in the car, I will explain everything” Jenna answered. 

You sighed, contemplating getting in the vehicle or not. But after a small inner battle, you walked to the back driver's side and got in the SUV. Inside the vehicle was the driver, an older woman in the passenger seat, Jenna, and a boy who looked around your age. You were highly confused about what was happening.

“Where are we going?” You asked anyone.

“Somewhere we can talk privately” Jenna answered when no one did. 

You hummed in response, you looked down at her and took in her appearance. She was dressed in Adidas pants and an oversized sweater. She had shades covering her eyes which you found odd since it was nighttime. She kept picking at the sleeves of her shirt and bouncing her leg nervously. 

A clear throat made you look away from Jenna to the unknown boy next to her. He was glaring at you and clenching and unclenching his fist. You raised an eyebrow at him before you snorted. Jenna turned to you at the sound but you didn’t spare her another glance. 

You took out your sandwich and began chowing down on it. It was getting cold and you didn’t know how long this talk was gonna take.

Shortly, you all arrived at a building, it looked like an office building. You finish your meal and throw away your trash before following everyone inside the building. You all walk to the back of a conference room. 

“Okay, so what’s this all about? Cause homeboy over there look like he wanna pop off” You said and pointed to the boy sitting next to Jenna. 

“Jahaziel, I’m Nancy, Jenna’s manager and that gentleman next to her is her friend Hudson Maverick. It’s to our newfound knowledge that, you and Ms. Ortega slept together two months ago right?” Nancy inquired.

“I don’t really put my business out on who I sleep and don’t sleep with, with strangers.” You gave a fake smile to the older woman. 

Nancy sighed and ran her hand through her hair, “Jahaziel I’m -.”

“For godsakes Nancy will you just spit it out already to this girl” Hudson interjected. 

“I don’t know how to come out with something like this Hudson. I told you Jenna should be the one talking” Nancy sighed frustrated. 

You looked back and forth between the two with agitated eyes. They were wasting your time. 

“Listen, if this is about you worrying about running around tell people that we slept together, I’m not that kind of person. I don’t go around telling people who I stick my dick in no matter if they famous or not. So if this is what everything is about, you could have just emailed me” You said and went to leave the room but a soft voice stopped you.

“I’m pregnant”

You stopped in your tracks, Hudson and Nancy quieted down. It was so silent in the conference that you can hear a pin drop in the next room. You turned around to face Jenna who stood up from the table and pulled off her sunglasses. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’s been crying for days and hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep. 

“What?” You whispered.

“Can I talk to her alone please?” Jenna asked quietly. 

Nancy and Hudson looked at each other for a second before nodding. The two got up and left the room, leaving only you and Jenna. 

Jenna stepped towards you, "I'm pregnant. I found out a few days ago when my period didn’t come on. It didn’t come on last month either but I thought it was due to the stress I was under cause it’s happened before. I haven't slept or eaten properly. All I've been doing is crying and crying, wondering how I'm going to tell you. Then I got the courage to finally tell you but then Hudson found the pregnancy test and they started bombarding me with questions."

You felt your heart pick up pace and your palms started to get sweaty. You felt like the oxygen in your body was leaving, you couldn’t breathe. You stumbled into a seat and that’s when Jenna noticed your state. 

“Hey Jahaziel, look at me, breathe okay,” Jenna said and kneeled in front of you. She placed her warm hands on your cheeks and forced you to look at her but you were too busy freaking out.

“I’m a fucking dumb ass bitch, I fucking got a big ass actress pregnant. An actress I barely even know. Do you understand how fucking insane this whole thing is? I just started this YouTube shit, I still live in an overpriced shitty-ass rat-infested apartment complex in a neighborhood where I don’t know if once I step outside I’ll get shot or not. How the fuck you not freaked out right now” You ranted.

“You don’t think I’m losing my mind? Ever since I found out, I have a fucking panic attack every time I wake up. I’m twenty years old, I just booked several movies. I don’t have any time to have a child.” Jenna exclaimed.

“Well, it seems like you getting an abortion is the only option then” You argued. 

“Don’t make that decision for me” Jenna boomed. 

“What the fuck! You just fucking said that you won’t have any time to have a child. What the fuck you gonna do Jenna? Are you gonna fucking wish the baby out of you and everything will fall into place in an instant? You fucking Harry Houdini now?” You yelled, your Bronx accent getting heavy as you shouted. 

“Oh you are just fucking hilarious, huh, your a fucking comedian” Jenna growled.

“You not saying what you want to do! You say you don’t have time for a child then when I say abortion is the only option, you fucking lash out at me.” You roared. 

“Because I don’t want to get an abortion, I want to keep the baby!” Jenna belted. You looked at her face properly now and saw tears were now falling freely down her face. You closed your eyes and take a deep breath in, holding it for ten seconds, before releasing it. You repeated this process a couple of times before you felt yourself calm down. It was a technique the Marines taught you while you were in service, it came in handy most times. 

“I’ve always wanted to be a mom. Being a mom was something I knew I wanted to experience. Having a little mini-me running around with my and my partner’s personality. The experience came a lot earlier than I expected and not the ideal way but I have the chance and I’m not passing it despite what I said because I’ll figure it out. I always figure it out” Jenna confessed. 

She then pulled out a folded Manila envelope and slid it toward you. 

“So if you don’t want anything to do with me and the baby, you can sign your rights away. Nancy’s number is on that business card and she’ll come pick up the papers in the morning” Jenna continued. 

She then got up and walked out of the room.

“Jenna” You called out but she was long gone out of the room with her people following her. 

You sighed and rubbed your hands down your face, extremely stressed out. 

Honestly, you didn’t know what you wanted to do. You never thought about being a parent, especially after the way your father up and left you, your Mom, and your older brother years ago. You never gave parenthood a thought. You needed a second opinion and a blunt.

🤰🏻🩵

It was now 2 in the morning, you sat on your fire escape looking down at the streets with the papers in your hand. You just finished your second blunt of the night to help with the racing thoughts but it only increased it. You kept staring at the signature on the paper, wanting to write your name but not wanting to also. 

“You stress anymore, you gon’ pop a blood vessel” Davis said as he stepped out onto your fire escape. 

Once you found a way back home, you immediately called Davis and told him everything that happened. He told you as soon as he finished with his project, he was rushing over. 

“I feel like I’m about to have an aneurysm,” You said. 

“I would be too if I was in your position. This shit is a mess” Davis stated and took the papers from your clenched hand. He looked over it and exhaled deeply. “So you sign this and all your rights are taken away. No seeing the baby. Nothing?”

“Nothing. I won’t have a say in anything, can’t see them. I’ll literally just be the sperm donor” You said. 

“Is that what you really want? To be known as the sperm donor. You realize that she’s a mega actress and once the news gets out, it ain’t gon’ be long til people figure who the other parent is” Davis stated. 

“I don’t know what I fucking want. A part of me is ecstatic that I have a child on the way.” You exclaimed. 

“What about the other part?” Davis questioned.

You sat in the chair with cloudy eyes. Once Davis got a look at your expression, he immediately realized what this was all about. 

“Your father. You don’t want to end up like him” Davis nodded. 

“It’s been six years and that motherfucker still finds a way to haunt me. It’s pathetic” You scoffed. 

“No, it's human. Jah, he is your father-”

“Was. That bitch ass motherfucker ain’t shit to me now” You seethed. 

Davis sighed, “Either way, who said you was gonna end up like him. You plan on signing those papers and ditching your child? That ain’t you.”

You looked down at your hands, finding them more interesting. 

“Look, all those feelings you feeling right now…is that how you want your child to feel about you when they grow up. That you ain’t nothing but a bitch ass motherfucker?” Davis questioned. 

You took in your best friend’s words. “Look I know this whole situation is unconventional but you have to own up to it. You and I both know for a fact that you don’t want to sign these papers. You want to be in your child’s life. So stop being a fucking idiot, rip up those papers, and apologize to Jenna.”

Suddenly, the alarm on Davis’ phone starts to blare. You checked the time and saw that it was almost 3 o’clock now. 

“I have to get some rest for tomorrow. But on some real shit Jah, really think about what you want” Davis added before disappearing inside your apartment. 

Once again, you were left alone on the fire escape with nothing but your thoughts and the occasional crackhead shouts. You looked down at the papers again before shoving them back into the envelope and heading inside for the night.

🤰🏻🩵

The next morning, you were up and ready. You only got like an hour of sleep but that hour of sleep gave you a mindset. You texted the number on the business card and finesse your way to getting information about where Jenna was going to be today. She had a fitting for her Met Gala dress at the moment at a studio Downtown, so that’s where you were. You parked your car and paid the meter before heading inside the studio where she would be.

(your outfit for today ^ )

You texted the number that you were downstairs with the papers. After waiting for about ten minutes, you expected to see Nancy but Hudson came downstairs. 

“Jahazel or whatever you name is…” Hudson greeted with no emotion. He held his hand out, waiting for the papers but you never put them in his hands.

“Firstly it’s Jahaziel and secondly, I know I’m probably the last person she wants to see right now and I don’t want to mess up anything she’s doing right now. But can I talk to her please?” You pleaded.

“Absolutely not. Not after what you said to her yesterday, I’m not letting a hoodlum like you step near her again. You ruined enough for her already” Hudson hissed. 

“Who you calling a hoodlum skinny Fred Jones” You questioned offended. Hudson attempted to grab the papers from your hand but you moved them away. The move made his whole face start to turn red from anger. 

“Give me the papers before I call the cops on you” Hudson threatened.

“Call the fucking cops pussy” You snapped and stepped towards him. Before either of you can lay a hand on one another, a brolic man stepped in between y’all. You recognized that it was Big L and he was pulling you away from Hudson while another security guard stood next to him.

“I need you to calm down” Big L’s rough voice ordered. 

“Alright, alright I’m calm” You grumbled and pulled your arm from him.

“Listen, meet in the back alley in ten minutes” Big L instructed in a tone that only you and him can hear.

“Big L…my man you attractive and all but I don’t swing that way” You joked.

Big L rolled his eyes, “I’ll take you to see Jenna.”

“Oh, that makes more sense. I thought you were about to suggest something to me” You lightly chuckled. 

Big L just looked at you with a neutral expression before walking away toward Hudson.

“Damn not even a little giggle?” You pouted as you left the building. 

You waited in your car for ten minutes before going into the back alley like Big L said. He was waiting for you at the door and motioned for you to speed up. He then took you through various rooms and floors. By the 10th floor, your legs were jelly.

“Aye yo, Black Panther why didn’t we take the elevators? I’m not that fit like you. I’m skinny fit I was born with abs I didn’t work for these like you did” You complained out of breath.

“Because Hudson told every guard in the building to have you arrested for trespassing if they spot you” Big L answered.

“Is it really that serious though, you would think I be fucking aggressively stalking Jenna” You huffed and walked up another flight of stairs.

“Hudson has always been overprotective of Jenna, ever since he started working for her last year” Big L commented.

“Overprotective? For what reason?” You asked.

“Don’t know. I don’t get paid to ask unnecessary questions” Big L replied. 

You hummed in response and walked up another two flights of stairs before Big L opened the door to the 13th floor. Big L checked to make sure no guard was in the vicinity before he motioned you to follow him. You felt like you were on a James Bond stealth mission, it was exciting. He took you to the last door on the floor before knocking. 

“Ms. Ortega, Nancy will like to come in” Big L said.

“Okay, send her in” Jenna spoke after a moment. 

That was your queue to enter the room. You closed the door behind me and took in that you were in an open floor room with racks of clothes against the windows. It smelt expensive as fuck in the room.

“What are you doing here?” Jenna’s voice brought you back to reality. She was standing in front of you with a familiar flannel on. It was buttoned to cover her chest area but unbuttoned around her stomach area. Through a tiny gap, you can see her belly protruding a little.

“I…uh wanted to talk to you” You spoke. 

Jenna scoffed, “I think you spoke enough last night.” She walked away from you and into a different room.

“Wait, look I apologize for the way I reacted last night. It’s sincere too cause people from New York don’t apologize” You stated. 

“If you came here to be a comedian, you can go Jahaziel” Jenna grumbled. 

You sighed, you have to be serious. You can see that she’s stressed and not in the mood for jokes so you had to be serious. You walked up behind her and grabbed her shoulders. At first, she shrugged you off but you placed your hands there again and more firm. You turned her around to face you.

“Real shit, I’m sorry Jenna. For everything last night, you didn’t deserve me talking to you like that. Truth be told, I was mad scared when you told me that you are pregnant. My father up and left my family when I was 15 and it left some deep wounds in me. When I was younger I aspired to grow up, get married, have a family, and have a love like my Ma and Father did but then he left without saying a word and it tainted that aspiration. I got scared because I didn’t want to be like him” You explained to the shorter girl. 

“You could have told me that. I would've understood completely” Jenna mumbled.

“I know and I should’ve but I’m not really good at explaining my feelings.” You responded. 

Jenna glanced at the envelope in your hand, “I’m guessing you made your decision.”

“Yeah, I did” You replied and ripped the envelope in half. Jenna gave you a surprised look. “Look, me and you made this baby together even though we ain’t in a relationship…yet. I don’t want to be like my father. I also don’t want you to do this by yourself. Our baby, our responsibility. I’m with you to the end Hollywood” You smiled and stuck your hand out.

She looked down and chuckled before shaking your hand. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes and never stopped. The room felt hotter and your hand was still holding hers. Suddenly, Jenna took your hand and placed it on her small belly. 

“Til the end NYC” Jenna smiled.

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[too-much-tma-stuff]

As Weak as You are Strong

Part 2 of Mutually Assured Disaster, as usual this isn’t edited so if you see any errors let me know!

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Training Danny did not go the way that Hood had expected it too. First off it started way sooner then he had expected or wanted, he had wanted Danny to rest and fully heal before they started anything, maybe settle in fully to Gotham. But by the end of the first week he had realized that keeping the boy still was a fucking impossible task, he was so fucking restless! Jason attempted it for another four days before realizing that he had to give Danny something controlled and safe to do before sitting still drove him crazy and he did something stupid.

The easiest way to do that just then was to start training Danny, he was able to put it off a few more days by telling Danny he wouldn’t start training until he was signed up for school because the teen didn’t want to go back to school. But it was only a couple days before he seemed to decide that even school would be better then nothing.

Danny accepted being given a new identity, Danny Nightingale and let Hood forge paperwork to have legal guardianship and then enroll him in a decent school. Though he wouldn’t be starting till next semester to give him a chance to settle in to his new home. Jason wasn’t entirely sure when he’d decided Danny belonged with him, but he had, and was looking into bigger apartments for him and his new ward. After all it was official now.

“Okay the first step will be for you to show me what you can do to get a baseline, so we’ll go to gym I usually use after breakfast,” Jason finally said one morning as pulled a bottle of milk out of the fridge. Usually he cooked breakfast for them but it was a bad idea to eat to heavily before a work out, he’d take Danny out for lunch afterwards instead.

He heard Danny pause from where he was digging around in the cupboard grumbling about how healthy Jason’s cereal options were, as if he wasn’t the one who’d already eaten the box of sugary shit Tim had left here. The silence went on for too long and Jason scowled, turning to put the milk down on the counter and stare ad Danny hard.

“What’s the issue Wisp?” Jason asked sounding more annoyed then he actually was.

“Well, it’s just, I’m really strong and I have, like, a lot of powers? A Lot, I don’t even remember all of them half the time! I think it might be better of we leave town for me to show you? Like, if you want to see my most powerful ability that’s my Ghostly Wail, which is a pretty powerful sonic thing I don’t have great control of and I’m worried if I tried to do it inside I might bring down the building.” Danny rambled as casually as he could while he went back to digging for cereal and brought them over to the table.

Jason blinked as he processed that and then nodded slowly. “Okay, we haven’t talked about this much, what powers do you have?”

“Well, the sonic scream I mentioned, super strength, flight, intangibility, I can make and control ice, I have enhanced senses, I can shock people though that’s a hands on attack… Oh, I can sort of hypnotize people, I can possess people as well but I don’t like doing it… I can shape shift a bit though I’m not very good at it yet.” Danny said, counting them out on his fingers and looking a bit unsure as if he might have forgotten some.

“Damn Spooks what Can’t you do?” Jason asked, making light of how genuinely shocking Danny’s power level was.

“I think eventually I’ll learn how to shoot lasers.. Oh! I forgot my ecto beams! I can shoot ecto from my hands with some force, it’s corrosive to humans. And I can’t duplicate yet, the one older member of my species I met could so I assume I’ll learn eventually? I’m not really in a rush to learn though, I already kind of scare myself,” Danny admitted, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Alright, can you show me everything accept the wail inside?” Jason asked tapping his fingers absently against the table, before Danny shoved the box of cereal across the table to him and he remembered they were supposed to be eating.

“I think so, as long as I’m careful. But if I break anything you’re paying for it,” Danny joked around a mouthful of cereal, pointing his spoon at Jason.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Jason said automatically, forcing himself to power through the realization he was fucking parenting this kid. “If I have to pay for anything you’re grounded.”

“You can’t ground me, you’re not my dad,” Danny shot back with an exaggerated pout, at least his mouth wasn’t full this time.

“So you’re not living under my roof, eating all my food, and asking me to train you?” Jason asked, raising his eyebrows, Danny stayed silent, pouting and poking at his cereal, steering the last few bits around the bowl. “If you have so little control of your power that you would break something you might seriously hurt a human in the field even if they don’t deserve it, and we don’t want that so if you break anything you’ll be grounded and it’ll be longer before you get into the field. Until we’re both confident in your control,” Jason explained firmly, he watched Danny consider that then deflate and nod.

“Fine,” He mumbled, drinking his cereal milk and bringing his bowl to the sink, washing it quickly.

Jason let it go, he knew Danny didn’t want to hurt anyone, he was a good kid, he was just disappointed. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had a shit attitude when he was Danny’s age as well. Jason finished his breakfast quickly, cleaning up before he grabbed the keys to his bike. “Alright let’s get to the gym, I already made sure it would be kept empty for the morning, so no one will see what we do.” He had been going to this place for ages and no one had found out he was Red Hood after all, in Gotham businesses that catered to vigilantes and rogues were deeply valued.

Danny nodded and grabbed the helmet Jason had bought for him in the first couple days. He left the apartment and went down the stairs ahead of Jason as he locked up. Danny bounded down, jumping a flight of stairs at the time and waiting on the landing for Jason to catch up before leaping down the next one. Jason didn’t understand why he was doing but he had learned gravity didn’t affect Danny the same way as most people did so jumping that way wouldn’t hurt the kid. And if it made him happy Jason didn’t give a shit, he just hurried to keep up.

Danny sat on the back of Jason’s bike, making him think about how he should really look into getting a sidecar or something, even though Danny seemed to enjoy riding on the back. Actually, it was the first time Jason was genuinely considering switching to a car for regular use, that would be safer right? And what if Danny wanted to have a friend over once he started school? Jason couldn’t bring both Danny And a friend home like this. Ya, he should definitely get a car.

God fucking damn it, he was a dad.

They reached the gym no problem and Jason lead the way this time, Danny hanging back just a little, clearly nervous. Jason marched on ahead, leading by example that there was nothing to be afraid of, and Danny hurried to keep up. There were a few people there still there so Jason whistled loudly and reminded the room at large the gym was privately booked out for the next couple hours and it was time to clear out. There was some grumbling but everyone went, it wasn’t exactly the first time this had happened.

“Okay the first thing is a test of strength, help me move all this shit out of the way,” Jason said, he was joking really but Danny didn’t seem to notice. He nodded firmly and went and grabbed one of the pieces of exercise equipment, lifting it and all the weights attached with no trouble at all. Jason had to pause to process that, watching as Danny moved it off to the side. “How much exactly can you lift?”

“I don’t know, I lifted a bus once and it wasn’t to hard,” Danny told Jason casually, as if that was fucking normal! Jason really had his work cut out for him with this kid. He sighed at Danny and then went to grab some targets since Danny had mentioned some sort of blast.

“Alright now that we have a clear patch show me what else you can do,” Jason said once he’d set up the targets. Danny nodded with a determined set to his jaw and in a flash of light that made Jason blink Danny had changed, his hair turning white and his eyes a green that would have made Jason’s stomach turn if he wasn’t already half used to Danny’s eyes flashing that colour randomly.

Over the next hour he watched as Danny blasted the targets with green beams that seemed to melt through what they hit and then eat through the rest, shock, freeze, and fight. When Jason told him to hit a punching bag as hard as he could Danny fucking broke it! The chain snapped and the bag flew across the room.

“I’m so sorry!” Danny yelped as soon as he realized what he’d done, before Jason had fully processed it. “You told me to hit as hard as I could! I should have known to hold back a bit but-“ Danny cut off on his justifications, ducking his head and biting his lip.

Jason took a deep breath, watching the sand that spilled from the split in the punching bag and trying not to think about what that force could do to a human body. “It’s alright, I did say to hit it as hard as you could. Now I need to see if you can punch just hard enough to drop a person without hurting them badly,” he said, ushering Danny over to a bag that wasn’t broken. He wanted to spar with Danny but he needed to make sure it wasn’t overly dangerous to his health first.

“I can do it in my human form,” Danny offered, eager to be helpful. “I have some access to my powers when I am but they’re much weaker when I am so it might be safer.”

“Safer for others but what about for you? You’re more vulnerable when you’re in your human form right?” Jason demanded and Danny winced, nodding reluctantly. “Alright then we’re going to work on you being able to control and restrain your strength in this form. You should be able to do that anyway, pulling a punch takes just as much strength as following it through and the control is even more impressive.”

“This is going to take forever,” Danny groaned.

“Well then we’d better get started then shouldn’t we?” Jason said, repressing his smile in case Danny thought he was making fun of him.

Danny groaned dramatically again, wallowing but only for a moment before the determined set to his jaw returned and he nodded. “Good, do you think you can spar with me without throwing me into a wall?” Jason joked, Danny wouldn’t want to hurt Jason so it really was the best way to help him practice.

Danny barked a startled laugh and grinned. “Oh ya! Don’t worry I’ll go easy on you~” Danny teased making Jason laugh in return, the kid really liked to banter.

“Don’t hold back to much, I’m plenty strong,” Jason shot back as he lead the way to the mat. “After this though I’m taking you to the shooting range. A gun with rubber bullets will be a good way for you to have a ranged attack without shooting fucking acid, and it’s a lot gentler then you can hit. The last thing we need is for you to get worked up or spooked in the field and really hurting someone by accident.”

“Turns out I’m not a gun, I’m much, much worse,” Danny joked and Jason rolled his eyes at the movie reference.

He dropped into a fighting stance once he reached the mat. “I’m on the attack now, I just want you to show me how well you can dodge and block Without using your powers.” Once he had Danny’s confirmation and the younger man was in his stance Jason lunged without a count in.

Danny wasn’t bad for someone who didn’t have any actual training, he was quick and his reflexes were good but he was clearly used to relying more heavily on his powers and took a couple pretty hard hits. Just as importantly though he took those hits, stumbled, recovered, and kept going. They could never avoid every hit, being able to keep going in spite of it was a crucial skill in this line of work.

Jason pushed it until he could see Danny starting to get frustrated so Jason had a good measure of both his abilities and his capacity and then backed off. “Alright we need to work on that, and your patience,” Jason said as he left the mat for a moment to grab their water bottles.

“Why?” Danny asked, maybe a little petulantly, he was eager to get out on patrol and he had always been able to rely on his powers before. Still Jason chose to answer the question in good faith.

“What if your attacked as a civilian and need to hide your powers? What if some day you’re up against something who Can actually hurt and hit you? They obviously exist given how you found me. What if some day you lose your abilities?” Jason pointed out. “Your life is the most important thing so if you have to use them so be it but we need to make sure you can handle yourself decently without them.” He handed Danny his water bottle and they both drank while Danny processed and valiantly attempted not to sulk, he was still a teenager after all and a bit immature.

“As for your patience, you don’t have anger issues like mine but if you lost your temper you could do a lot more damage.” Jason noted the way that made Danny flinch, he’s ask about that later.

“Alright now your turn to attack, show me how you fight without those powers of yours. You can turn back now if you want to, though I think you should patrol in this form so you should learn to control your strength like this. It’ll help keep your identity secret too. Though if the people in this city haven’t figured out who Nightwing is their obviously fucking idiots,” Jason told Danny as he put down his bottle and returned to the mat.

“I don’t have a lot of practice fighting humans, just other ghosts, so until I get a better feel for that I think I’d rather spar as a human as well. I mean, I’m still strong like this,” the same flash of white light around Danny and he once again had black hair and blue eyes. “But not as strong so it’ll be a good way to ease into it right?”

“Sure that makes sense, come on,” Jason said beckoning for Danny to come at him. Which he did, sloppily. He was fast, but he was untrained, his strikes were wide and telegraphed, Jason dodged and grabbed Danny’s arm, flipping him and putting his back on the ground before letting him up. Danny stood up again, looking a little more wary this time, he took a moment to consider Jason before attacking again, his attacks a little more considered and precise, but still pretty damn obvious.

Jason blocked and dodged mostly, letting Danny land at least one hit to see how hard it would be, he pulled it pretty well actually, it might leave a bit of a bruise but it didn’t even knock Jason over. Jason took Danny’s moment of triumph for landing a hit as an opening to put Danny on the ground again with a chuckle, he had to keep the kid humble after all right? He offered Danny his hand to help the boy up giving him a warm smile.

“Alright, not bad but there’s a lot you could learn. I think we’ve got a good baseline of what your capable of, and I’ll start training you in MMA and other fighting styles tomorrow, and shooting lessons this afternoon. First lunch, what do you want to eat?”

#jason todd #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #Danny never learned to fight like a human #humans are very squishy #op danny phantom #red hood #This is not my best work but I still think it's funny #fanfiction #unedited

[mirakurutaimu]

have you ever talked about the origins of your sona/her design inspirations before? ive always really loved her design and i like hearing about how nice character designs come to be

here is the full tale

she started off as a mere picrew years ago

and then people drew fanart of that design whenever i started streaming (like this retro mimi model @catastrothy made)

and then at some point i thought "hm wouldn't it be cool if i paid an artist to make her design better" and then i approached noted good local artist @cnmchn and we went back and forth on some stuff and She were born proper

here is some other behind the scenez

hair accessories were considered at one point but then we thought of the ミ earrings and i just colored in one of her streaks black lmao

final design ended up using a combination of outfit elements from our two examples, rip to alt universe skirt spats and kneesocks short braid loose hoodie long shirt ribs mimi (she will be missed) (i should draw that sometime)

anyways thats all. thats da mimi roundup. sure hope read mores function on this site

edit: i forgot to mention design inspirations.

uh. riamu failgirl, kumbhira granblue, we almost stole astolfo's haircut sans hair vents (though I think it was actually edward elric who made me think 'braid'), vampy granblue. as for the tenets of her design i just wanted a cute, colorful, energetic, annoying, smug, punchable little beast to match my vibe. her fashion sense is like the complete opposite of mine tho lmao this little freak dresses in this skimpy summery crop top and short shorts getup and shit meanwhile i'm a jeans-all-year and longsleeves/hoodie at all times kinda bitch. at least she still melts in the heat like i do

anyways i figure i may as well dump some silly canon stuff here too:

she's a being from what she says is 'the hell that froze over' (because it sounds cool), in actuality it's probably something more like a frozen-over planet with some level of aquatic life under the ice.

at a base level, she's kinda like... if a slimegirl was a crab? like, she's not made out of slime it's still Meat Stuff but it's definitely amorphous and should usually be contained within a thick carapace on the exterior (so when fully shelled, lookin like some kinda scary lookin pointy bone demon). she claims to have lost hers or that it hasn't grown in yet or some such (hence she only has the horn covering)

anyways. her inside meat being amorphous = limited shapeshifting ability, so she somehow ended up on Earth and is posing as a humanoid and having a ton of fun eating and smoking and breaking stuff. but she still fuckin' hates the sun and heat

other fun facts:

loves meat, milk, sweet stuff, clothes, sleeping, swimming, video james (bad at them), money

hates spicy stuff, hot weather, working, people as stubborn as she is, waiting

i'm torn on when her birthday should be. officially it's technically 5/21, but 3/3 would be cute...

believes drinking milk will help grow her shell in

has a strong sixth sense due to having similar organic function to ampullae of lorenzini

durable. if you punch her it caves in like some monkey d luffy shit

#askmi #impicture #vtuber

[this-aint-massachusetts]

FNaF movie hcs pt 1!

here’s some hcs I made :)

-Abby would be a gacha kid if it was around at the time

-Vanessa has anemia and she gets dizzy every time she stands up, and the first time she passed out in front of Mike he just thought she died

-William is obsessed with robotics and if you ask him about it he won’t stop talking about it for the next 4 hours (autistic William Afton real)

-Abby is terrified of something js crawling out of her closet while she sleeps and can’t sleep without a nightlight because of it (and the fear only got worse after Freddy’s)

-When Vanessa was a kid William sometimes just forgot to feed her so she would just eat literally anything she could find, editable or not. and she had to go to the hospital because of this multiple times 

-Mike hates olives and is so dramatic about it when he has to eat one, Ness will tell him that he should just eat it but Ness will eventually just eat it for him bcuz of Mikes dramatic ass

-When William came home after kidnapping Garret he was like “Vanessa I have a surprise for you” and he just showed her Garret in his car trunk and thought it was the funniest thing ever

-Abby chews on plastic 

-William told Vanessa when she was like really young all the gross details of his murders and she’d just sit there scribbling it all down like: “Then his brother ran after the car while yelling carrot, why would you name a kid carrot” 

-Mike and Abby once spent like 30 hours building a big Lego thing but Abby accidentally knocked it over and it shattered into a million pieces and then Mike cried 

-When they came home from the pizzeria aunt jane was just still dead in their living room and so Mike had to explain that she was in fact not sleeping

-The walls in Abby and Mikes house are really thin so Mike would just be crying himself to sleep and Abby would just be trying to sleep in the other room like: 😥

-Mike will tell Abby about some badshit older sibling lore and she just look at him like: 😰

-Mike uses 17 in 1 body wash, shampoo, conditioner, tooth paste, shaving cream, olive oil, brake fluid, lotion, lube, mouthwash, deodorant, milk, dental wax, eye drops, baby oil, lighter fluid, banana pudding 

-Aunt Jane tried to use the fact Mike uses 17 in one body wash against him in court

-Max used to take Abby to do teenage hooligan shit with her friends and they’d all have so much fun

-Abby would tell her bully’s that Mike and Vanessa both use weapons at their jobs and they will beat them up and no one believed her until they picked her up from school in uniform.

-The main four animatronics still try to play in the pizzeria like when they were alive but they can only play in the ball pit, Bonnie got stuck in the slide once and it was a whole ordeal.

k that’s all for now I’ll post more later because I literally have a whole ass Google doc so okay byye 😘😘😘

#ness fnaf #securitywaiter #mike fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf #headcanon #my headcanons #pt 1 #vanessa afton #william afton #autistic #queer #trans

[goldenlol]

also this is sword anon again and honestly your cookie run art is partially why i wanna get back into it after a long time but i remember some drama circulating around that darkmilk has a significant age gap n stuff and in extension so does yammilk (ik your pinned post doesnt include them I just added that since that was part of the discussion) so whats your take on their age thing cuz idk what type of shipper you are lol

HII AGAIN LFMAOO BUT OKFG RLLYYY?? YAYYY

I don’t talk about milkyam cause I just don’t like the ship, or most of its shippers. I don’t like a lot of choco ships tbh..but all I will say, is milk would protect choco from yam BUT THATS IT. THATS ALL.

for me, I hc young prince as 15 and milk around the same age, idk maybe 13? I cant see how people think young prince choco was an adult...?? Yes she went out to find a sword by herself but I think she was only allowed that because she is a good fighter and can survive on her own, it’s obvious cacao had trust that choco will return safely.

She just looks tall or mature for her age ig?? I think it’s because how she was raised, never allowed to be a child and trained to be better but yea no, I fr can’t see her as an adult here

edit: I forgot to add but she still kind of had that “oblivious” mindset I guess? Believing she can save her kingdom and could change her fathers mind even tho he’s so stubborn and that mentality of being “a hero just like his father”, I’m sure thats associated w younger people because “ur just a child you don’t know any better”

after she comes back she sees what her father rlly is and basically calls him a coward. It’s fr someone maturing and seeing someone for what they rlly are, not blinded by the child mentality anymore and only seeing someone as perfect when they’re not at all (not saying cacao is a coward mb minty, but bro wasn’t the best father 🙏😔 I love cacao) but also choco is manipulated easily because of her weak mentality.. my girl.

I know a lot of people are iffy or just hate chocomilk and that’s alr ig but god pls enough w tagging the ship and making threads telling people to hate it.

I know someone whose too afraid to draw it because of what people say and I’m like !! I got you bro I’ll draw it for us!!

Also I don’t think devsis would even allow such a ship to exist if it was wrong?? (it’s funny cause they make art of it n even make captions like that one where choco and lico go to an amusement park together, w “don’t tell milk” )

also I just hate how mischaracterized milk is w choco... my god y’all are weird as fuck w him. Milk wouldn’t harass choco or stalk him pls stop that, it’s uncomfortable..

he respects his space and choco’s life. When he met choco in that cutscene, people took choco being “uncomfortable” around milk, he wasn’t? He was just shocked or just “?? Rlly??” Kind of reaction because this man hasn’t been told anything nice after he became “bad” or whatever, so having someone tell him that he was the reason they became stronger and “want to be just like him” is obviously shocking to her, she wouldn’t believe that she made someone life better because she thought she only hurt people and deserved to be hated and treated in any way.

Anyway yea, they def both met as teens, didn’t see eachother til adults and it’s obvious milk is in love w choco idc (me too bro)

this is long as fuck sorry but GOD I NEEDED TO SAY SHIT!!

Take the cute art tho I love them sm (I think choco just has the mentality that no one could love him after what he’s done so he doesn’t understand why milk faints all flustered n shit but the idea of her being oblivious is cute too 😭 fuck it shes both!!)

also what type of shipper I am?? Wym

#dark choco cookie #milk cookie #darkmilk #chocomilk #God bless goodnight

[acronampy]

Chifuyu x reader

You want to thank chifuyu your savior more properly so you ask your friend about him, to find out more about the chifuyu guy

(Forgot to mention but spoilers for 'letter from baji keisuke')

Tw swearing, mention of hitting animals

Part 1

"Chifuyu matsuno"

Chifuyu matsuno.. He's the rumored delinquent in your school, the undefeated lonewolf.' But maybe he's a nice guy since he just saved you?..

You decided to research and find matsuno chifuyu only cause you want to repay your thanks to him again! It's not like you find him kinda cool. you decided to ask your friend hana, who knows all the rumors at school about chifuyu matsuno. "Hmm.. chifuyu matsuno? Why are you asking about him, dont get yourself involved with him (reader)!!" Hana said while munching on her bread. "Hanaaa, tell me please?? what is he like?" You pout."ugh fine I'll tell you! You have to buy me the new limited edition strawberry milk at the snack shop next time!" Hana said while finishing her last piece of bread. "Yes!" You say with happiness in your voice.

"Okay, Chifuyu matsuno is rumored to be the undefeated lonewolf who never lost a fight, he's the most fearsome delinquent out there! I heard him and his little minions he calls underlings beat up little animals and leave them there ugh their just so terrible! And and he treat teachers like shit too! (Reader) never EVER get near that matsuno bastard, okay?!" "O-okay.. what class is he in so I can avoid him?" You ask again,"Ha..Hes in class 1" hana sighs."You better not get anywhere near him. Im worried for you." Hana said with worry in her voice."dont worry, i only asked cause i was curious." You feel bad lying to hana but you want to thank chifuyu matsuno again no matter what!

But hearing how hana talks about chifuyu matsuno got you kind of scared.. what happens if yesterday's incident was just because he felt like beating someone up, you sigh, but as you were getting ready to go home. Putting your shoes on, you heard some sounds and went to investigate. "Give me 10,000 yen." This big looking delinquent guy asked a 1st year, pinning him on the wall."I-i..dont have any money today.." the 1st year says with fear in his voice. "Huh? Stop lying, Boys check his pockets and bag, " the big delinquent yelled, and before you could intrubt them and call the teachers, a familiar bleached blonde mohwak stepped in. "Hey, do you think what you're doing right now is making you look cool?" It was Chifuyu matsuno! Why is he stepping up to stop the big delinquent..? "Huh, how should I car -" huh..HUH? The matsuno guy just put the big delinquent on the floor with one punch! Just one punch!! "Heres your money back, next time be more careful." The blonde mohawk said,"a-ah thank you!" The timid 1st year said still in fear and confused at what happened.

You knew it! Chifuyu matsuno isn't a bad guy at all. The rumors of him are just exaggerated! I'll say thanks to him tomorrow during lunch.

#chifuyu matsuno #matsuno chifuyu #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #chifuyu x reader #tokyo rev x reader #baji keisuke #chifuyu x you #chifuyu matsuno x reader #matsuno chifuyu x reader

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

BL Wishes

My List of things and Plots that I Would Like to See In BL

FIRST: Rapid Fire Specific Drama Edition:

Big Dragon S2: I need it, I need it now and I need at least one kinky scene with MossBank because I have not forgotten about the lack of kinky sex in s1. I know it's going to focus on a new couple but I need at least one sexy kinky time with them please and thank you.

I need Minato Coin Laundry s2 not to break them up, or have stupid cheating plots. (The bar is in hell)

I need both Domundi (The Next Prince, Naughty Babe, Love Upon a Time, Middleman) and Taiwan (I forgot the names of announced shows but it's in my blog somewhere) Line Ups to come to me and I need it now. Especially Taiwan.

I need Make A Wish to be more available, I could only find it with Italian Subs, I didn't watch it yet, but the ending seems to be hinting at a season 2 and at the possiblity of a poly ending (or at least a love triangle) so I need other people to be able to watch it as well.

The HIstory franchise needs to get its shit together and start producing more and better shows. Like for all of it's fault I did like History 4 and History 5 was fine. But I need more, I need them to do 2 shows again, I don't want them to "fine" I want them to go all out. Go Crazy. Just don't kill gays again.

Now More Generic BL Wishes:

VAMPIRES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just give me vampires, maybe even some werewolves. I need it, I know that we have Mafia BLs but I want Vampire BL god damn it!!!! The main four actors of Cutie Pie would be great a Vampire-Werewolf BL. And I know Fluke Natouch would be great as a Vampire as well (he was in 2015 movie playing a human to vampire co-lead). I also think Earth Cooheart would be great as a Vampire. And MossBank, they would be great in a werewolves pair.

Speaking of Fluke Natouch and Earth Cooheart I need both of them to get more adult and darker roles. I need Cooheart to be allowed to be a little sexy, and I know Fluke would do a darker powerful role justice, I want him to be in a role where he bringes "bigger" man to their knees. I want to see him covered in blood (I say this with love)

POLYCULE with the main four actors of Cutie Pie. This is entairly @respectthepetty's fault. I saw the MaxZee posts on her blog and and It send me down a rabbit hole. By the way did you know there are no true polycule fanfic of the four of them, there is something, but not true polycule and never with Lian and Yi as a pair. Truly no one knows these characters they way @respectthepetty knows them.

Also @respectthepetty's fault for putting this in my head: Domundi Line Up Mash Up. Bad Friend and Middleman Ship meet Cutie Pie and Naughty Babe's ships. In one big BL. The idea is now in my head and it's glorious. Let's Do It!!

Choco Milk Shake Thair Remake but Poly this time. Not sure what trio could do this, but I need it.

LET GUN KISS SOMEONE WHO IS NOT OFF. Listen I realize that OffGun are probably GMMTV best pair branding, and I know that both Off and Gun are going to bank on this pair and be settled for life. I don't even need Gun to be in an endgame ship with another actor, I just need him to kiss another male actor. Not Me would have been the best scenario because of the twins situation. But they didn't go there, and I will never forgive them for that.

Related to Number 5, I had this idea for a plot with an OffGun endgame ship, that started with Gun's character being in a relationship with Sing (because I am still mad about ToddBlack - Listen they have baited us twice with GunSing kiss I need this now) who cheats on him and Gun has to move out and finds an appartmant with Off's character and maybe another roomate played by Tay because I love the Tay/Off dynamic. We would get scenes with Gun and Sing together, showings us flashbacks and stuff but also an OffGun endgame. WIN WIN!!

I need more shows with parents that are in the murky gray area between full acceptance and abusive, I need them not to change their mind at the end and I need a realistic exploration of what it means for a queer person to have parents in that gray area, I want them to question if it's worth it to have to be one that is keeping that realtionship alive. I am also loving the trend of dramas dealing with homophobia and I need to see more of it. I don't want it in all my BLs far from it, but I do like when BL goes there.

More disable characters in BL, preferably by disable actor's but this is a streach so, I just need more disability in BL.

And more actually fat characters, not like Jao in SCOY (which I Love, but calling him fat, felt like a bit of a strech)

And Obviously more GLs and more masc women in GL

I think that's it. Those are the major ones. Feel free to share your thoughts on your own wishes or if you agree or disagree with any of my ideas.

#bl wishes #bl series #bl actors

[nebulousfishgills]

OC x Canon Asks for Emily and... y'know what, Emily and whoever the hell you want!

3, 6, 7, 9, 11, 15, and 20 please!

...you don't know the power you've just given me bestie. You already know I'm gonna milk this ask for everything it has.

So you're getting both hypothetical sets of answers to these questions. Prepare for shitposts and shoddy edits.

God why do I sound like the fucking Bridgekeeper from Monty Python.

Emily and Henry

3 - What would their song to the other be?

Henry to Emily, you know it's "Dream a Little Dream of Me." It's a song Henry grew up listening to and nine times out of ten it's playing on the radio in his fantasies and dreams of them having better lives away from Hawkins Lab. You literally can't beat the visual of them just slowdancing in the Creel House while this song plays in that alternate reality where they were happy and 'normal.' Or, even better, Emily dancing with Vecna in the Upside-Down while the song plays.

Emily's relationship with music is unfortunately limited. But since she learns more about music in the 80s, that's mostly what she listens to. If I had to pick, it'd probably be "Lost in Your Eyes" by Debbie Gibson. Her favorite feature of Henry is his eyes, probably indicated in my playlist for her with songs talking about eyes. In every reality when they meet, his eyes are the first thing she notices. If you google the lyrics and imagine they're from Emily's perspective, it makes complete sense.

6 - What small quirks do they love about each other?

I forgot to mention this in a previous ask about ways to calm the other down, but Henry tends to fidget and play with Emily's fingers when he's nervous or worried. I think it's something Emily thinks is extremely cute and heartwarming to a certain degree. I think this extends to the idea that Henry always takes extreme care with her as opposed to the harsh treatment they experience otherwise.

This one may be born of that fear of Brenner and needing to be presentable, but clearly Henry takes great care of his hair and I think Emily loves how he always curls the front of it, it gives him a very almost boy-ish demeanor. When they get the chance to be alone I think Emily likes to flick it. And then she musses it up to comb it back with her fingers a-la the contrast between Nina Project Henry and Massacre at Hawkins Lab Henry since it's one of several of their private moments of rebelliousness.

Honestly to a certain degree I think every small thing Emily does is something Henry loves. The way she runs her tongue over her canines when she's thinking, the way she tries to make her curly hair somewhat presentable but it always ends up a little unruly, and how easily she flushes.

His favorite, though, is when Emily's just unapologetically herself in the best and worst ways. This moreso comes post-banishment where they have more autonomy, but Emily seems to enjoy going to the surface world to do the little things that bring her joy. Does Henry really understand Dungeons and Dragons, no but he likes hearing Emily talk about sessions and the latest bullshit she tried. She gets her tattoos and Henry thinks it's just the cutest thing that she likes expressing herself in this way that's an incredibly subtle nod to him and their pasts.

7 - Who makes the other laugh more?

Okay, here's an answer: Emily says and does more funny things, but she's the one who laughs more. I think their senses of humor are a bit different since I can think of several things that would make Emily laugh off the top of my head, but not so much for Henry. But other than the screams and wails of the damned, I think Henry's laugh is one of Emily's favorite sounds since they both had incredibly shit lives and it makes her happy to see him find something funny to bring him some kind of joy.

I think Henry has more of a dry sense of humor and is perfect with comedically timed deadpans and sarcastic comments, but only around Emily. I see it as something like "the real Henry" showing through the stonefaced front he puts up with everyone else. Maybe it comes from that desire he has to make her happy since it's one of his greatest wishes to be able to see her smile.

Henry's humor is based on timing for quips and Emily is the kind of person who laughs at boob jokes, basically... Eddie's her best friend, he absolutely makes lewd jokes all the time.

9 - How did they know they were right for each other?

I see this will be an interesting question to answer for my second go-around.....

My default answer usually boils down to trauma bonding and that mutual desire to reshape the world, but that could also be the answer for siblings or business partners.

I think it's a combination of things. First, to them there's simply nobody else they feel is right for them. They feel like they're honest to god soulmates and, in essence, they were forged and created for each other both to complete their mission, but also for that companionship. Each other's perfect companion...

...We're not gonna address the elephant in the room yet.

Another facet I think that plays into it is something they realized right around when they first got together officially. Maybe the same night they had their first kiss, even, but at the end of the day, they have this almost innate desire to make each other happy, to support each other, to comfort each other, etc. Seeing the other hurt is devastating, seeing the other happy is uplifting.

Really, I think they just... knew. Being together just felt like the most natural thing for them and the love they have for each other is one of the very few things in their lives that they really, truly cherish.

11 - Who gets adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable?

Again, here's a bit of a strange answer: usually they both get grumpy when they're tired, but they both think the other being grumpy is adorable. Neither of them are gonna turn into sleepy, rubbing eyes, yawning angels when their tired, not by a long shot.

Emily's already thin filter becomes non-existent so if it's late and she still has work to do in the lab, she will be swearing and ranting the entire time. Her nose scrunches and she has this deep set scowl on her face that Henry just can't help but think is just the most adorable thing.

Likewise, Henry's temper gets much shorter when he's tired which either manifests into just ignoring people trying to talk to him or looking at people with that expression on his face:

And I think Emily finds it funny how he's usually so softspoken with this Friendly Orderly persona he's adopted, but when he's tired or irritated his more natural self pokes through. That side of him that's never directed at her but is at the lesser humans they're forced to surround themselves with. Besides, why do they need something so human and inconvenient as sleep? Aren't they above becoming tired?

Nope.

And for the record, when they get the rare chance to sleep in the same room in the same bed they like to snuggle close with each other and they both think the other's sleeping face is cute.

If Henry finds Emily asleep, usually she's either curled up in the fetal position under her sheets like a child with her hair sticking out everywhere in a curly auburn lump or she's completely splayed out. One's more adorable than the other since a splayed out Emily involves snores, twitches, and drooling. Henry sleeps on his side or his stomach, but if he's alone that night he hugs a towel instead of a pillow since he only has the one for his head, pretending it's her.

When alone, Emily wakes up looking like an angry Merida and Henry's hair is sticking in every direction and his eye bags are the absolute worst... but they sleep better and wake up better when they're with each other, which reduces later grumpyness.

15 - Who has a hobby only the other knows about?

Can I say murder? Since that's something only both of them know about for a while?

No, but in all seriousness... I don't know if it's really a "hobby" per se, but I like to headcanon that Henry has a proficiency when it comes to doing someone's hair. Braiding in particular and I think it's just something he picked up from his sister. He'd never let anyone know about it, the all powerful and intimidating Vecna, ruler of the Upside Down... likes to braid his girlfriend's hair.

It's a methodical movement that just helps calm himself down while also keeping Emily's hair tamed. And we all know Emily's thing is that she likes it when someone plays with her hair.

Please, I just want you to visualize Vecna with his mismatched hands and grotesque appearance sitting behind Emily on their bed while he braids and then unbraids her hair, repeat ad infinitum.

20 - Who infodumps and who listens with heart eyes?

I feel like this is a bit obvious, but clearly Henry knows a lot about spiders. Emily doesn't like them, but she'll listen to Henry talk about them for hours. He was demonized for his fascination with them and Emily's not gonna be someone to add to that. Do spiders give her the willies, yes. Will she fall asleep on Henry's chest as he lulls her to sleep with as many silly little facts as he can remember? Absolutely.

I feel like, again as I said previously, Henry also likes hearing Emily talk about her Dungeons and Dragons sessions since it's something she clearly finds joy in despite the less than honest intentions she has.

Although, let's be honest, everything they do makes the other go heart eyes. Henry literally had an Anakin Order 66 Younglings moment and Emily genuinely saw this as Peak Rizz. Emily could literally disembowel someone with her bare hands and Henry's gonna be seeing rose petals and cheap heart filters.

***

Anyways, let's move on!

Emily and Caius

(Thank you Deadline Magazine for the new HotD cast photoshoot, it's perfect for a fresh off the burner edit 🙏🙏)

3 - What would their song to the other be?

...Again, see, it's hard because I don't see either of them having the greatest taste in music that's good for this question. I should be able to answer it so easily since I have a playlist for them lmao.

Okay, here's my halfway cop-out answer: obviously Caius likes sharing things from his homeland with Emily, and I think he'd teach her songs from that time in his life. I kind of skitter around names and the like but I made this hypothetical homeland into Old Valyria from A Song of Ice and Fire, just turning it into a long forgotten Greek island. In House of the Dragon, Daemon sings this to the dragons in their little dragon pit and it's just... so, so thematically appropriate:

Because Caius does see Emily as this powerful and even otherworldly being, especially with the spitfire personality to boot. It's recited like a lullaby and even if they don't sleep, the sentiment is there.

Again, Emily's relationship with music is strained so it's hard to pick any one specific song she'd "assign" to Caius... that and love songs outside of Disney are just not something I'm familiar with.

You know what, to be funny, I'll say in the 90s she hears "Beauty and the Beast" and likes how they can both be The Beauty and they can both be The Beast. I'll go with that.

6 - What small quirks do they love about each other?

Again, an easy and kind of cliche answer, but Caius loves all of Emily's little 'human' quirks that carried over after she changed. Her nose scrunch when she's annoyed, her smirks, the aforementioned tongue on her canines when she's thinking. Also her general restlessness. Emily's always moving, always doing something and vampires usually find comfort in stillness. She does, too, but the majority of the time Emily's never gonna be still for very long.

In tandem, I think Emily finds Caius'... we'll call it enthusiasm endearing. That, and while it's usually played off as a joke, Caius' fascination with fire takes on a new meaning when you understand that fire is really the only thing that can truly harm vampires. It's actually a loose yet interesting parallel on Emily's feeling about the Upside Down once upon a time: finding beauty in something so destructive.

Kind of like them, really.

7 - Who makes the other laugh more?

Emily makes Caius laugh more. She kind of adopts Henry's more deadpan sense of humor while combining it with her own lewd sense of humor. She can call Aro a moron in quips he doesn't understand yet she and Caius do and she can tell Caius to, quote, "cover his tits" for the sake of a modesty neither of them care about. Both of these are things Caius laughs at.

Again, I think it partially comes from the vastly different times they come from that have similarities that trancend time. The Ancient Greeks made jokes about taking it up the ass, Shakespeare genuinely made Your Mom jokes, and so much more. I think Caius has an appreciation for Emily's lewd humor in a way that Henry didn't for any number of reasons. Plus, Emily's a woman of her era and people in the 40s-50s etc just weren't as brash as she is.

It's really a combination of things, Emily's just better at quipping. To most vampires, Caius is the angry, no-nonsense arbiter of justice, but behind closed doors he and Emily are making constant sex jokes and other inappropriate things.

9 - How did they know they were right for each other?

...oh boy, isn't this the question of the hour?

I mean, it's such a complex question with all the context. I can't exactly hide completely behind the "Mating Bond" excuse even if that's a good portion of the reason why. Again, I think it's a vast combination of things. The general compatability, the filling of holes neither of them realized they had, all that.

It's very hard to go into specifics beyond that without doing an extreme deconstruction. Normally I might but... dude it's currently about 2:25 as I'm writing this answer.

In a simplified answer, Emily saw someone who a) seemed completely enamored with her who seemed like he would always put her first, b) gave her a large family that she didn't realize she'd been silently longing for, and c) matched her chaotic energy since Henry was by far the calmer one between them.

When he first saw Emily, Caius saw a woman who had a very strong personality that he instantly felt like he clicked with. It's a little talked about yet very important scene, but I don't think Caius was expecting for Emily to seek him out for sex that night, which then came with the realization that they felt this innate trust in each other that quickly bloomed into something even further.

It was a vast amount of things that happened that led to the realization, really.

11 - Who gets adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable?

...so they don't sleep.

But for the sake of the question, let's have a little fun. Again, I feel like the same rules apply. Emily gets grumpy when she's tired and Caius finds her fatigued irritation to be the strangely cutest thing. She gets snippy and then very aggressively just wants to be close with him. I call it Angst Cuddles since just calling it cuddles seems incorrect for these two.

Caius' default setting is Angy, so if he got tired you bet the same thing would happen. I see him getting more sluggish when he's tired, dragging his feet to his and Emily's room before just picking up Emily from whatever she was doing and just holding her in bed for those Angst Cuddles he's forcibly giving her. Not that she minds of course.

15 - Who has a hobby only the other knows about?

I don't know how easily secret hobbies could be hidden given the circumstances of somebody knowing everything about everyone's memories.

I think everyone at least knows of Caius' painting hobby, but I feel like the exact range is something only Emily can attest to. People probably would think Caius paints scenes of war and portraits when he feels so inclined, but maybe not serene landscapes.

Likewise, I think Emily's little drawing hobby is only expanded. I think she likes drawing the people around her without them really knowing. So she has sketchbooks and spare papers around with candid sketches of Jane or Felix for example just around doing their things. I think it's another thing of hers that Caius finds cute. Emily's someone who likes to appreciate moments in time and capture them. Even if she has perfect recall, I think she partially sketches these moments to share them with Caius. It helps him appreciate her outlook on life and in a sense how much she really actually cares about those in the coven to the point that she'd choose to save their split second moments in her sketches.

20 - Who infodumps and who listens with heart eyes?

Caius loves to just tell Emily about history and she's always an eager listener. Emily wants to know more about the world she was largely locked away from her entire life and hearing Caius talk about history satiates that need.

Though, of course, it's Emily so sometimes she's not paying as much attention to what Caius is saying compared to paying attention to him specifically. She just holds a lot of love for him and sometimes that manifests in Emily tuning everything out to just look at and admire him. Usually I think it'd bother Caius that she wasn't paying attention to what she was supposed to, but it comes with satisfaction in knowing that she has that affection for him. It makes him feel lucky to have her.

***

...you said to not apologize so I'm not gonna, but I'm gonna instead apologize to my tomorrow self when I bitch about being too tired for work.

Anyways, always happy to answer these questions! It gives me a lot of joy to just talk about my characters and writing.

#i'm answering this ask with two essays and a nat geo documentary as if it's not like three am and i know i have to work tomorrow #fishgills speaks #writing asks #oc asks #fishgills ocs #stranger things oc #twilight oc #oc shipping asks #beloved mutuals #my inbox is open

[team-heavenly]

A Comprehensive List of Potential Chapter Titles Provided by Me

Thought up at 11 PM. For funsies. This list will be much safer in terms of thematic material (refer to this post and this post). Rated T for swearing, references to (mild) drugs, alcohol.

Are the vast majority of these memes and references? Yes, yes they are. (Bonus points if you can identify where they come from!) But it’s less about creativity than comedic value. So... take this as you will.

There is no official total btw, I’m just listing as many as I can!

Y yo a ti

Do not pass GO, do not collect $200

I won't hesitate, Bitch

IT LOOKS LIKE YOU FUCKERS HAVE COME TO A STANDSTILL AT FOGBOUND LAKE

i Amn just....... a little creachure

None pizza with left beef

lol Get stickbugged

Is this Loss?

Goddammit where's Lucky Luciano?

It's the Great Pumpkin!

Snoopy and the Red Baron

Luke, I am your father

Make it so

Flim-flam shabam

What is love?

Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more

HEY NOW, HEEEEY NOW

How can a river catch on fire 12 goddamn times?

*Pink panther theme*

Let's-a go!

LET'S GO LESBIANS LET'S GO!

Let's GO GAMERS!

Why are you like this

Honey You Got A Big Storm Coming

I'm THE KING OF THE WORLD!!

you and what army?

Let's see how far we've come

Have some choccy milk

No, this is Patrick

Carmen Sandiego?

NOOOO MY COOKIE!

To die. To sleep, no more.

What an absolute mad-lad

Looks like you're going to the Shadow Realm, Jimbo

MY EYES!!

mY LEG! MY LEGGGG!

*Roblox death sound*

*Lego Star Wars Death sound*

*Wilhelm Scream*

Some-

-BODY ONCE TOLD ME-

You wanna be sleeping with the fishes, kid?

The U.S.S. Enterprise

Never mind that

And to your left you can see me, ruining everything

If you forgot, then it wasn't important

Calvin and Hobbes

Elmo and friends

Marty! Marty, we have to go back!

I challenge you to a duel!

Pokemon! Gotta catch em all!

It's you and meeee. I know it's my destiny!

Team Rocket is blasting off againnnn!

Ha! You better have burn heal!

I like shorts! They're comfy and easy to wear!

The Top Percentage of Rattata

Take the breadsticks and run

November 5: Destiel Election edition

The 21st Night of September

bRING OUT THE CRABS!

It's over Grovyle, I have the high ground!

69? Nice

Let's have a champion time! *gets pummeled to death*

Falling from cloud 9

The River Styx

Nooo, don't steal the Time Gears, you're so sexy aha

mrow? Mrrrp?

Corphish, those pincers are HUGE

Yeah can I get uhhhh-

White Mocha latte frapiatto espresso triple shot

Good tea. Nice house.

It's Pon Farr night at the Vulcan Nightclub

YOUNG MAN. THERE'S NO NEED TO FEEL DOWN

Back at it again at the Krispy Kreme

Look at this photograph

Cuz Everytime We Touch, I get this feeling

*Cinemasins ding*

I was there, Gandalf...

Do Not Cite the Deep Magic to me Witch

WELCOME TO MOE’SSSS!

Hey this isn't a leaf stone

Are you high?

What in tarnation-

Been up since 2 am

When in Rome...

Do you know what you've just done?

Where's Waldo?

Allergic to sunlight

The imposter......

The Great Glacier

Sky Tower

The Voidlands

Once upon a dream

Holy shit that's so many deer-

LOCUUUUSTS!!

It started to rain!

You! What year is it

*Lightsaber noise*

*Darth Vader breathing noises*

The Riker Maneuver

Now close your eyes...

For my next trick, I'll need a volunteer

What's 8 ÷ 4 + (7 - 2)?

Country roaaaads

Take me home, to the place I belong

WEST VIRGINIAAAAA!

Welcome to the 74th annual Hunger Games!

My name is Jared, 19

YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY, SIR!

Miracle whip

Alcremie

Pecan soup

Operation Yellow

"Do you remember?" "REMEMBER WHAT?!"

I hope you die. I hope we both die.

Hand in unlovable hand

Annnnd there she goes

Now go see a Star War

Cat no banana

Leg-bouncer

42

Are you fucking possessed?!

Japan is a small island nation with limited natural resources

Crazy frog

Episode IV: A New Hope

hsSSSSSS-

Dat you?

Surf's up, dude!

NFTs crashed lol

Shhhh! Quiet! We're in a library

I Will Never Again Be Human (And That's Okay)

Hi my name is Hero and I'm an alcoholic

Pull the lever, Kronk!

WRONG LEVERRR!

Oh, yeah. It's all coming together.

The Macy's Day parade

*Calls Dusknoir babygirl*

Dig it in there, Mr. Spock-

There's coffee in that nebula

ACAB

Save the bees, plant more trees

Pokerus? Haven't heard of her

The Secret to End All Secrets

Fucking hell, dude

IT'S FUCKEN WIMDY!!

Tell me what you want, what you really really want

Level 7

World 5-8

OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

Arson

I have a Bad Feeling about this

Trust no one, not even yourself

And I'm all out of gum

Shall we dance?

Can't have shit in Apple Woods

Gengar hates u

Dorothy, Sophia, Blanche, and Rose

Let me call an Uber

Warp core breach in 3 minutes

‘Tis but a scratch!

A scratch? Your arm’s off!

The government owes me money

Crying and screaming and throwing up

Comrades!

Take a shot every time someone says "the planet's paralysis"

The Three Sacred Treasures

Lake Bikal

In Soviet Russia-

Capitalism

Communism

Adele's "Hello"

Spyro: Year of the Dragon

Another soulless Marvel film

I Have No Memory (of this place)

The Return of the King

Road work ahead? Uh yeah, I sure hope so

Four Score and Seven Years ago

Y E E T

Sacrificing your rival to the rain gods

Bede is a lil' bitch

BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU-

you're an idiot <3

Bitch u thought

no <3

Top Ten Greatest Hits

Just keep swimming

HERE'SSSSS BRUCYYYY

Are we.... You know.....

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

AGH!

XXXXXX

y = mx + b

Pangea

The sacred texts!!

smh

Under the sea

The GAY CAR!!

Father, I Crave Violence

*coughs*

WATCHOO!

Gesundheit

Pass me the aux

Guzma and the real Team Skull

*dies*

Facing God and Walking Backwards into Hell

Sitting on a throne of lies

Aren't you a wiseguy!

The Future Trio is GAAAAAY!!

Drop the Mic!

Wherefore art thou Dusknoir?

TFW Decoy Orb gets reflected onto you

Blorbo from my shows

Dugtrio's a terrible dad

Developing PTSD

You know! For kids!

This is so sad, Chatot play Despacito

Unown J

Bro I just Live Here

CITIZENS ARREST! CITIZENS ARREST!

Throwing Gravelerocks in glass houses

It is..... Green

Wonder Gummis galore!

For every Roselia, there is an Iron Thorn

Ingo?!

Garlic. Butter, even.

Space. The Final Frontier.

IT BURNSSSS

Not in front of the Klingons

*points at Dusknoir* GAY

Qwerty

uwu

Apocalypse Now

Lemon-lime soda

The Dimensional Scream Strikes Again

It's Drifloon Friday!

Apricorn Balls

War is War and Hell is Hell

Out of Touch Thursday

Jesse. Jesse we have to-

Mecha Tyranitar

You Get Framed in a Witch Hunt

The Gang Goes to Therapy

Freudian slip

Occam's razor

Murphy's Law

Do Androids dream of electric Mareep?

Sleep deprivation

Well... Wynaut?

The Deplorable Word

Turkish Delight

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me

Ah Shit, Here We Go Again

Into the Woods (2015)

Zero Isle West, 72F

The wildest Crossover AU

Lemonade IS NOT SPRITE, DAMMIT!

ROYGBIV

ERROR 404

Volo Breaks the Dimensions (because he can)

Q

Remember to take your meds

Hydrate or diedrate

Super Smash Bros. for the Wii U

Leroy Jenkinsssss

Fuck this, I'm outta here

We don't get paid enough for this

SHOOP DA WHOOP!!

Fuck it, Nyan Cat in 2020

I’MMA FIRING MY LAZOR!

Au revoir!

Spinda's cafe gets robbed

Boop! Got your nose!

Time Gears? In my possession?

Fire types rule, water types drool

Let's take ibuprofen together

Gouger

This is Not a Place of Honor

Arceus yeets you into Hisui

These Ginsengs don’t do shit

I AM THE SAND GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE SAND

Texas

Florida man

Jake, from State Farm

Never Eat Soggy Waffles

Can we be honest?

Oops! I did it again

Kilograms of glitter

Lil Nas X

Getting Friendzoned

LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG?!

7-11

And there is no Queen of England

Make sure to like and subscribe!

The Down with Cis bus

*ploink*

It’s puce

Am I alive or barely breathing?

Just so you know...

Primal Dialga tramples you to death

*Minecraft villager noise*

The Llevan Polka

Futurama

I’d have two nickels

Salt n’ Vinegar

*distant screaming*

Everybody dance now!

E = Mc^2

Spooky scary skellingtons

But y tho?

Fist bump!

The Hindenberg

Did you know? A Wailord is less dense than air!

I am a Gummy Bear

...To be continued...

Go Imagine those Dragons

Don’t forget to floss!

Just take the L, dude

Trans your gender

Uhhhhh...

Shoving your sins under the rug

Going to Purgatory

Lemme think about it- NO

The One With the Whales

Fallout: New Vegas

Annnnd that’s all, folks.

#ok that's all I got. my brain is tired. #mod post #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #explorers of sky #randomizer #sillies

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Spooky Halloween Two-Shot Edition, part 1

“Well, if we don’t get the money the bank is going to foreclose on the orphanage and sell it to Old Man Keraptis! Who wants to turn it into a haunted amusement park!” "Rhett Surt, professional insurance instigator.” “I’m sure he’s just deeply misunderstood.” "I'm pretty sure he's a lich.” "We gotta do this tonight. In the event I'm right and he IS a lich, word has it he's gonna be out in the marshes, screaming at the moon with the Wizards of Whatley place. That gives us a window, assuming Mr. Johnson hasn't screwed us.” "Wait, Jotunsdotter. Are you related to a giant?” Janna shrugs. “Mom never really talked about dad much. Said he was slippery, silvertongued and tied up somewhere these days.” Shank nods: "Ah yes... those types often end up like that when they get into trouble they can't talk their way out of.” “This place is… unclean. I mean, it’s filthy, but it’s also unholy.” "Don't be silly, there are plenty of holes.” "Never split up in a spooky place that a religious person says is unholy!” "Ah, a wine cellar. Good vintage. Peanut of the Night.” From the pit, four large man sized mushrooms with long tendrils emerge. "I've read enough Tijagnoman Bibles to know where this is going!” Suddenly there is a gnome among you, in a long elven cloak clasped with the symbol of Poom, God of Suddenly Being There. Will: "Sorry I'm late: had to make sure the Truck wasn't following me.” You dodge the first tendril, but the other two grab your wrists. You slip out easily, but where the fungi touched you your skin bubbles and sloughs away. "Gah! I hate mushrooms so much.” "But they are tasty sautéed with wine.” The fungi are fun died. "Well done! That was unpleasant. What on the planes are they? and why are they here?” "Someone forgot to clean the basement for a decade or two?” "Time to head upstairs, no way I'm going to the Underdark: I've got enemies down there.” “And they have sexy spider ladies! I mean, regular spider ladies!” "I don’t see any journals, or strange discs. Or unmelted hands.” All these spirits are long since spoiled, or infected with fungi and mold. They might make serviceable vinegar, or give you a really bad trip before eating through your small intestine. The freezer opens with some effort. Its very dark and cold inside, several large sides of beef hang inside. The closest one is covered with what appears to be maggots. "That does not look like it is well-aged beef.” "We got a skitterer!” “This place has problems. We need a property flipper.” ”Rot grubs. Jeebus H Koala, this is no milk run.” “...This place is in dire need of an exterminator... or some arson.” "Yeah, let’s save the murderbasement for the return trip.” “Oh, hello, Mr. Squeekers!” "Probably stole some cheese from the larder.” “I think anything from this house's Larder more likely to eat the rat.” "Alright. This. Nobody said anything about running into this twisted nature and abominations. Did I miss a note that was passed around? Am I the only one out of the loop on this one?” "We're robbing a lich. What, you think this is Gravesoil parish with the chainsaw ponies?” “Those ponies are surprisingly polite.” "It'd take some omniphobic weirdo with too light a constitution for math to make that up.” "I found the door guys, let’s...Oh score that's a Pickman original.” "Is that a Owlplatypus?” "Okay, standard rules, grab anything that—the FUCK is that?” [insert Great Race of Yith picture] "Some kind of sea life, maybe?” “Fuck this shit with a dragon dildo. Let’s get the fuck out of this fucking fuck.” "It's like one of them mind-flayers banged a roper…" "Shank, you back in there?” “Yes. Now excuse me I need to stab a bitch in a glass case.” "Well, he's not smiling, so that's a maybe?” And as for you goblin. You should feel honored one of your kin was chosen to host one of the Great Race of Yith. “Wow. You are super racist. We don’t go for that kind of thing around here! Anymore!” I am not racist. All races are equally inferior to the Great Race. “Yes. That’s being racist!” "Yeah, but we weren't the ones with so much cotton stuffed up the ass that I expect you to cough up sheep.” "And Jeebus did say FORK YOU!” We have enemies. The flying Polyps. “If you’re over 40 you’re supposed to test for those every few years.” It sounds like a cat having angry sex with an accordion. OOC: So voiced by Gilbert Godfrey. Gotcha. Stop. Stabbing me. You. Stupid. Subcreature. “We aren’t subs! Well, I’m usually not, and I just me they rest so… you shouldn’t make assumptions!” Will looks down (well, sideways) at the dead alien. "So we're all agreed? We get out, torch the place, and tell the Goonion we found it like that?” "Is it the Truck, man? Is the truck coming for us?” GM: No, Truck-Kun is on another job today. "Okay. I know we said everything goes into the bag... But put the windows back.” "Mr Van Ghoul!?”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #halloween #all rogues #all short races #lovecraft #lovecraft mockery

[melonsuhda]

NOW PLAYING: Harry’s House

First of the NOW PLAYING series by melonsuhda Summary: Art director Y/N gets to work with a gorgeous photographer named Johnny.

The spins and turn of events between them is inspired from the lyrics of Harry Styles’ third album, Harry’s House, from which lyrics you can find below italicized in bold. I do not claim the following texts to be of my own writing so I marked them specifically for this reason. Pairing: Johnny x Reader, Kun x Reader Characters: NCT Johnny, Reader, NCT Jaehyun, RV Yeri (Katy), Stephanie (SNSD Tiffany), NCT Mark, NCT Jisung (Andy), RV Irene, RV Wendy, WAYV Kun

Genre: Alternate Universe. Slice of Life. Professional Work Life. Adult Romance. Fluff. Slight Angst (?) Smut.

Warning: Strictly for adult consumption. Minors scroll past please. Contains graphic descriptions and expletives, which others might possibly find offensive. Read at your own risk.                 

Notes: This is my first AU so I might consider doing minor edits in the future, including tags, better warnings, the works. Enjoy! And I may have dropped a hint of what album my next story will be inspired of ;)

1. The needle of the record player screeched into a static for a while, and then grooved smoothly playing music. Night time. Rainstorm heavily hitting the glass window. In the midst of the bustle of the city where you live, in the heart of the metro, you enjoy the lone quiet nights in your studio apartment. A cozy Friday night with lights dim low. A kettle in the kitchen starts whistling for your tea.

Except…you’re not a tea drinker. And you are not alone. Sprawled in the sofa you just bought from IKEA a week ago, your back grates roughly against the fabric. A strange man cozies up above you. It’s too dark to recognize his face. He smells like tobacco, tea and jasmine, very sexy. His big hands are entangled in yours against the couch, squeezing it a little too hard as his lips trace your jaw. Maybe you’re liking where this is going, except that you couldn’t quite figure out who this man is. The last time you blacked out drunk was way back your college days, and you haven’t slept your way around? He was nibbling your neck now when you clumsily reached for the light switch of the lamp above you to get a look on his face—

—when your alarm goes off. God how you hate that iPhone alarm so much, even so when your phone screen says that it’s 9:00 AM on a Saturday and the alarm has been ringing since an hour ago alongside missed calls from Stephanie, your brand manager.

Shit. You’re late for the Saturday shoot!

“Fuck! Fuck!” You jolted out of bed and haphazardly prepared to leave in five…ten?! minutes for work. Call time is at 9. Steph’s in the location now, and calling you again.

You swung open the shower curtains after a few seconds to pick the call up. “Y/N. Where are you darling?”

“Hi. Small problem…I just got a ride, I’m sorry, nobody has been picking up my booking since 8:30!” You walked towards the window to pick up some external sounds, hoping she doesn’t notice that you’re nowhere near inside a car.

“The model’s here. And the photographer just started setting up. Hurry!”

“On my way. Do we have coffee?”

“Ordered for you. Latte with non-fat milk? See you!”

Just as you hang up, you hit your toe on the side table as you were putting on your black trousers. It was so painful that you kicked the table accidentally and the bulbless IKEA lamp on it fell with you. A great way to start your day. 

“Good-fucking-morning.”

Beside the table is a wide space you intended for a sofa that you have yet to get on your next paycheck. The lamp was the only thing you could afford then and you even forgot the bulbs that come with it. The sofa was so real in your dream—and even breaking it in with a stranger. Embarrassing. Even you are embarrassed with yourself. Maybe it’s time to dust off the cobwebs after five years of not dating. Wet dreams are kind of lonely at 27.

Your phone lit up again. A text message from Steph.

“The new studio is a bit farther than our last one :(“ She sent a map link. 

You sigh as you wear a black knit sleeveless top, clumsily put on socks and your white work sneakers before heading out. 

2. You flicked an eyeliner wing on your right eye just before the driver speeds up again as the traffic light turns green. You hope you looked decent today, given you’re meeting fellow professionals in the field. As an art director, you tell everyone what to do on set, and to nudge a bit of seniority, you have to look the part. Who would want to listen to someone who only took half a bath this morning? Disgusting.

“Wait, WHO are you getting intimate with?” A text message from Katy, your former business partner and friend. After a failed online fashion business five years ago, you remained friends buried in surplus stocks and dirty secrets. Yes, even the pathetic ones.

Bouncing a blush tint on your cheeks, you texted a reply. “No idea. I woke up when I was about to look at his face.”

Your phone lit up again. “Y/N, idk, maybe it’s time to get laid or something.” 

“Wow, you didn't need to remind me that. Catch you later, I have work :*” 

5 minutes away from the new studio after a swipe of peach-pink lipstick. A spritz of your signature perfume finishes your look—iris floral, powdery and aromatic. This routine sets you into “director mode”. You put a bit of hand cream for handshakes, and set your hair tangle-free on a sleek bun. You’re ready to work. The driver arrived at the studio compound, a vast complex of studio rooms with a common area on the first floor, and you ran out as soon as you could to look for the room for today’s shoot. 

“Studio 127 is it?” You asked yourself as you stopped at the studio door named Studio 127 to check Steph’s text message earlier. The door suddenly opened.

“Good morning!”

A tall figure looms from the door. Dressed in a crisp gray shirt, the first three buttons undone revealing his white undershirt inside. His dark washed jeans go for miles with his impossibly long legs. He greeted you with a knowing & sly smile, the corners of his lips curving upward as his cheeks pushed the comma of a strand of hair falling from his brushed up bob. What a beautiful man. You probably were out of it for a bit.

“Y/N? Right?”

You tried to open your mouth to reply, but barely anything came out.

“Hi! Uh…yeah?”

“Miss Stephanie is waiting for you inside.” He did that little smile again, almost mischievous. His nose scrunching up a little as he motioned inside the room before he headed out of the door.

What in the world? That was gorgeous. Confused and overwhelmed, you went inside and found Steph, tending to emails on her laptop. You approached her quietly and apologized.

“Steph, sorry I’m late.”

“No worries darling. We are just about to start. Check if the set is okay?” She hands you your latte and goes back to her emails.

You head over to the tables with props for the day after setting your bags down. A selection of flowers, fruit slices, and leaves. You’re directing materials for a skin care brand today—something fresh and bubbly. The model’s having her make-up done. And the backdrop and lights are all on stand by. Just as much as you love to catch your Saturday sleep in your apartment right now, you equally love playing at work. You make beautiful images, the possibilities are endless.

“After make-up, we can start right away. Will shoot the model first and the flatlays later.” Steph creeped on your side, probably done with half of her emails. 

“Sounds good to me.” You quickly scanned the studio. There was only Stephanie, the model and make up artist, and two guys prepping up reflectors and extra lights. “Where is the photographer though?” 

You turned your back to get your files when you bumped from a towering figure and almost fell. Something, someone, caught you on your back to stable you. To your surprise, it's the gray shirt, dark-washed jeans, long legs, slicked back hair-guy. From the door way earlier. 

“Oh there he is. John, this is Y/N. Our art director for today. Y/N, John, our photographer.” 

The tall guy gestured his hand for a handshake after Steph introduced you to each other. “Careful,” he said, as he slowly let go of your back, “and you can just call me Johnny.” He smiled, nose scrunching, smile reaching his eyes, hand still waiting for a handshake.

You swear that moment you might have seen a light coming from the sky and hear the choir angels sing. 

3. The assistant photographer, whom Johnny called Mark, accidentally switched the lights that blinded you crazy. Johnny motioned for them to readjust it as he went back to you to finish the awkward hand shake.

You shook his hand firmly. “Y/N. This is a nice studio” 

You could tell your dating game is rusting when all you could say to a handsome stranger is “This is nice studio.” No salt. No spice. Might as well say, and the weather is nice today.

“Oh thank you. It took a while.” He chuckled and humbly shrugged off his shoulders. He took his camera and prepped to start. “We should start in a while.” 

While waiting, you set up your things on the table overlooking the set where Steph is back again with her emails, fingers quick on keys after keys. It’s gonna be a long day. You took a sip of your latte and checked the photoshoot pegs on your tablet, looking forward to a drink tonight with Katy. You sure hope that this handsome photographer is as good as how he looks, checking his visuals again in disbelief.

He turned around and is heading to your table now, shit. Can he read minds?

Johnny approaches and leans towards you on the table. “We’re testing the lights, mind if you can sit in for us for a while?”

Sigh. Can’t he just let this Mark kid sit in for the light test? What’s taking for this makeup artist to finish so long anyway?! You would be so much happier with your coffee and emails but there’s something in his eyes that urges you to say yes.

“Oh. Okay.”

Didn’t even take him to ask twice. Y/N Weak-for-Attractive-Strangers Era.

You went straight in the middle of the set, an obnoxious Barbie pink backdrop, and sat on the stool in the middle. Your sharp black outfit is a striking contrast against the bubbly set of the teenage skin care brand. Johnny counted to three in every light adjustment and camera click. The lights make your face hot and you can hardly see anything. You were surprised to see the tall photographer looming over you again amidst the blinding lights and hunches over you.

“Just relax okay?” he chuckles coolly and adjusts a light on your side. You’re embarrassingly extra awkward in front of attractive people, at 27. He was about to go back to his position when he stopped across you and lowered towards you again, raising his hand over your face to fix a stray hair scuffling out of your sleek bun.

Closer, you could see a better picture of his handsomeness. The bright lights bring out his pool of honey brown eyes that look deeper when focusing, his jawline runs a perfect line. His nose flared up a little, giving an edgy touch despite his sunny smile. His shoulders are squared and broad, and his cuffed shirt sleeves show his toned up arms. Holding the camera makes him 10x more attractive, handling the gears and all, and it’s crazy. He smells good too, a perfume you are particularly fond of, like—tobacco, tea and…jasmine. 

Yup. Something as familiar as the scent of the stranger from your dream. The thought makes you start to sweat nervously.

“We’re ready!” the make up artist signals as you broke out of your trance. Johnny took his test shots, and looks happy with his set up. He lets you check if the test shots are well and you proceed to direct the shoot as soon as you give it a go.

——

“8 at the pub near your place!” Katy’s text message reads, as you put away discarded lemon slices from a flatlay. You love shooting stuff like these but the amount of garbage to put away is exhausting. Piles of wet backdrops are all over the place, from a series of product shots sprayed with droplets of water for that “fresh look”. You’re very much looking forward to a drink with Katy later when you get home.

“Need help with that?” Johnny approaches as you bunched up wet colored papers to put in the garbage bag. You urged him to go ahead. Now that he’s inches from you again, you remember how good-looking he is. You hope you’re not too obvious catching second looks at him throughout the day. He’s just so gorgeous.

The two of you discussed the shoot, output files, some minor corrections you needed, the works—while bagging wet backdrops and browning flowers. You close the last of the garbage bags and hand them to Johnny to bring it outside.

Your stomach is grumbling. Dinner and drinks with Katy sounds really good right now.

“Say, do you mind going for dinner after? It’s been a long day of work.” 

You are famished. But, suddenly? Although, you wouldn’t want to say no, for sure you’re working with them again in the future. Also no, especially not to a new supplier—with beautiful honey-glazed eyes.

“Sure. I guess Steph and I will wait for you guys downstairs.”

“Yeah. Let me lock the studio up and get the car.”

You were motioning to get your stuff when suddenly,

“Oh, and by the way, Steph headed out already and my assistants wanted to call it a night. So it’s just us two, if you don’t mind?”

4. “…if you don’t mind?”

Absolutely NOT, no—you do not mind being with a handsome acquaintance, but also, where the heck did Steph go without saying a word. Not to mention you were supposed to meet Katy. Better tell her now.

“Couldn’t make it tonight, sorry :(“

“NOOOOO. Why???” “You’ll understand me if you were in my shoes ;)”

You locked your phone with a smile. Katy would be dying to know what is up. At the same time, you received a text from Steph: “Sorry I have to run dear. Mommy duties.”

Putting your phone on your bag, a black SUV car pulled over the compound lobby. The passenger window pulled down and Johnny’s handsome face peeked out the window as he urged you to come in.

You settled on the passenger seat, trying to be your best normal self. You’re a confident woman—just not brazen enough—but definitely not the one to coyly act like a thirteen year old girl. It’s just that you’ve never been beside such a gorgeous man before and you quit on dating after a really bad breakup. Perhaps, you’ve also grown accustomed to the fact that men this good-looking pass you by—the football team star from your high school corridors, the president of your college org, the dream boy endorser from your photo shoots—you’ve never given them much thought because they simply do not catch your wave. So this is an uncharted territory. It’s embarrassing that you have to think of things like these in your late twenties.

“Does all-day breakfast sound good to you?” He asked, breaking the monotony of the sound of the car engine.

“How nice of you, I haven’t broken the fast yet!” You exclaimed, sarcastically, pointing out you being late earlier as your eyes narrowed playfully at him.

Johnny let out a throaty laugh, “That’s what you get for being late!”

That made the atmosphere less awkward. It seemed that his place in mind is a long drive, as Johnny put on some music from his phone. Late Night Talking by Harry Styles starts playing on the speakers.

No shit. Harry Styles is your jam. “Best album of 2022, in my opinion.” You proudly exclaimed. As a Harry Styles fangirl.

“Up for debate, but, taste.” His eyebrows arched in agreement.

The drive wasn’t as awkward as you expected it to be. Perhaps Johnny is a natural people-person—his forwardness balances out your stiff, introverted self. You don’t like talking that much, but you love conversations. Like this one you are having now, over chocolate-chip pancakes, sunny side up and sausages.

“I mean, at the end of the day, my goal is always to be happy.” He explained, maybe a bit too seriously as he rested his forearm on the table.

You just noticed a delicate sunflower tattoo etched on his fair skin. You didn’t expect him to go deep on your first proper conversation but you’re not complaining. You found out he doesn’t like complicating things. Life is simple and people just complicate it, he explains, his honey-brown eyes, decisive and deep into the conversation.

He pours creamer over your coffee with the sunflowered arm. You beg to disagree. “But don’t you think things aren’t always black and white?” He handed you a teaspoon as he pondered on a thought.

“Under certain circumstances, yes, but even if you drive mindlessly, don’t you always arrive at a destination?”

You jokingly heaved a heavy sigh and both of you bursted into laughter.

——

If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you You'd be the spoon Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you.

“Still the best album of 2022, so far.” You scrunch your nose to Johnny, Daylight playing on the same album, as he pulls over at the lobby of your apartment building. 

Johnny scrunches his nose back “Good night, Y/N.” He bid as he smiled softly.

“Will let you know when I’m having the files sent to your office next week.” He added before you hop out of his car.

“Thanks Johnny.” You nodded and flashed him a smile before you hopped out of his car and he drove past the lobby driveway.

You were too preoccupied to notice that your soles are throbbing now in every step even in your work sneakers after a long Saturday work day. You dragged yourself out of the elevator, into your apartment and into a well-deserved hot shower to end the long work week.

5.  9:00 AM. Monday. Latte on your hand and face to face with your work station—which you did not miss. You just plopped in your chair in your cubicle when an equally not-able-to-Monday face appeared above you from the cubicle across. “What the fuck is a ‘millenial-core’???”

Jae, your best friend, sighed so impossibly like it’s the middle of the week. On one hand is a crumpled print-out of a job order. 

“Well, good morning Jae.” You handed him your latte. He’ll be needing it.

“Y/N, I thought we’ve seen the last of ‘millenials’ and ‘start-up cores’ in every client-briefing but they’re just evolving. They’re like Pokémons. Fucking fascinating.” Jae’s face disappeared from the divider between you two as he sips his second-hand latte. 

You laughed at his high-strung disposition. Some days, you two just switch places. Jae is like a male version of you. Stiff, sharp on the edges and is incredibly tired of work. You build walls around yourselves. It makes life and your job easier. You met five years ago in this office and people are convinced you’re twins separated at birth. Your friendship is cemented by sleepless nights, anger issues and crumpled job orders. 

“Same shit, different day Jae.” You quipped as you turned on your computer when your phone chimes. A text from Stephanie. “Darling, I’m out of a client meeting, could you kindly receive the files from last Saturday? Johnny’s assistant is sending them later today. Gave him your contact details. “Yup! No worries Steph.” You texted back as you plopped in your chair, breathing deeply as you went through the day’s tasks. —— There’s not much work for the week so you dressed prettily—beige linen square neck top and pants coords, pointed high heel slip-ons, hair tied in a loose bun. You plan to clock-out at exactly 5 to meet Katy for her gown fitting, before any last minute emails reach your inbox. Heading out, you skipped your steps out the elevator, onto Steph’s little errand and to get yourself a cup of coffee for an afternoon picker-upper. 

You arrived at the office building lobby scanning the area to meet the studio assistant who will hand you the files from the photoshoot when you sighted a tall figure busy on his phone. Black crew neck t-shirt tucked in his classic blue jeans. One watched hand, resting on his pocket. You know exactly who by the looks of those mile long legs—your heart doing somersaults like you just downed espresso shots. He lifted his gaze and his face lit up the moment your heels tapped closer to his direction.

He flashes you his signature sly smile as he meets you mid-walk. “Delivery for Y/N.” 

“I thought I’m meeting your assistant!” You smiled coyly as you remember how hard you’re crushing on him last weekend. Still so gorgeous. Since you’re in such a good mood today, maybe flirting a little wouldn’t hurt.

“I am supposed to be in this area today so I thought I’d bring it myself.” He handed you the hard drive. Beaming still, his hooded brown eyes were on you as you tried to act coy—turning your head into a certain angle like this or was it supposed to be the other way? No. Okay, stop. You look like you have an impending stiff neck.

“Are you alright?” He closed in on you, looking a little concerned—his eyebrows furrowing below the stray strand of his brushed-up hair. You were trying your charms on him and he thought you’re not feeling well. What charms exactly are we referring to? This is embarrassing.

“Yeah. I just needed to stretch.” You blurted out, hand on your neck heaving a sigh—maybe too much for someone fake hitting the keyboard keys pretending to be working in front of her computer all day. You wanted to lure him to be the one stretching you but we are lacking ability at the ‘getting laid department’ so you just gave up.“Where are you headed now?”

He tensed a little after your failed stretching stint. “Ahhh I’m done now. Done. For the day. I’m just, uhmm.” He fumbled his words for a while. Why was he suddenly so perplexed?

“You’re…just?” You looked at him, eyes rounded and earnest, waiting for his reply. Unbelievable. This is starting to feel funny now. You were trying your best to control a giggle.

“Coffee. I’m just, getting coffee. After...” He vaguely pointed out of the door of the building lobby. “Do you want to get coffee with me?” He nonchalantly finished his struggle with words. Like nothing happened.

You let out a laugh at this confusing encounter. Or sexual tension. Or whatever you two have at this moment. But you’re already there and into it. “I thought you’ll never asked.”

6.  Probably your favorite part of your office’s commercial complex is the quaint café just outside your building—The Daily Grind. It doubles as a specialty shop of vinyl records, film cameras and other analog hobbies. Records both old and new play in rotation everyday. The hardwood and metal furnishings give it a classic, homey touch. Some days, you and Jae would get work down here when the office is too toxic. It has been a witness of both of your professional breakdowns and angst. Nothing that coffee and good music couldn’t take care of.

This afternoon, Harry’s House album is playing. The baristas acknowledge the presence of a Harry stan.

I've never been a fan of change But I'd follow you to any place If it's Hollywood or Bishopsgate I'm coming too 

“One iced americano and one iced cafe latte for John!” The barista, Wendy, yelled out, breaking your trance from browsing crates and crates of vinyl records. Your happy place.

The two of you settled on a small table by the cafe window, just beside a rackful of films. Johnny took a sip of his americano, eyes fixated on the racks.

“Do you shoot film?” you asked as you sipped your latte, taking in his beauty up close again, music on the background and sunlight glowing from the window on his back. He is truly a very fine specimen.

“Sometimes yes, on special occasions. But I’ve been too busy lately.” His eyes crinkled as he took a sip. The music swells all over the café. You caught a faint whiff of his perfume as you sat across from him. Over your little chit chat, you found out that he’s just started his studio three years ago after quitting on his five years of advertising stint, his portfolio consisting of both conceptual and portrait shoots and he’s fond of street photography too. Steph found him through referrals, as your agency will be needing new suppliers. He has been taking pictures since high school—a school paper photojournalist. What a cute dork.

“So…” he pursed his lips, eyeing you cunningly, like there’s an impending joke somewhere, “...you are this kind of girl huh?” he quipped as he looked around the café.

“And what exactly does ‘this kind of girl' mean?” You asked sharply, eyes narrowing on him.

He shrugged his shoulders as he answered “You know, full-time agency girl but 2009 Tumblr girl inside, old soul, loves records—maybe a little too much…”

“Reads Sylvia Plath,” you interrupted him mid-sentence, and continued “drowning in existentialism. Makes playlists like it’s her job and romanticizes every bit of her life.”

Johnny’s eyes widened and raised his hands like he’s under arrest. “Hey, you said it yourself, not me.”

That threw both of you into a fit of laughter—your cheeks started to hurt. Johnny’s phone rang and excused himself for a moment to answer it, while you took a sip of your coffee and noticed a ghost-like presence by the window.

It was Jae walking from outside of the café witnessing you acting cute and funny with a guy. Oh god, no.

He froze by the window and mouthed his words to you. “What. The. Fuck?” Eyes wide. Mouth as round as the letter “O”. 

You, equally surprised and caught off guard, mouthed back your reply. “No. Go away.” as subtle as you can, hoping Johnny did not notice.

Jae’s lips pursed together, trying to hold back his laughter. He grabbed his phone, fumbled a message and hit send as he entered the café, to your dismay.

Your phone lit up and saw the notification. “In office hours? Really???” Idiot. You eyed him as he passed by your table quietly while raising his eyebrows as he proceeded to the counter to order.

“Hi. I’m a desert, idiot.” You texted him swiftly.

And he replied right away, “Hello. And I’m reporting you to our human resources department. *kisses emoji*” You could feel your friend creeping from behind you now again, this jackass knows the right time to pull his tricks on you. Please can he just leave you alone.

The idiot, with iced coffee on his hand slowly walked towards the door, taking big, noisy sips as he eyes you and Johnny. He smiles deviously, trying to hold back his laughter as he exits the cafe. This made you hold back a laugh too, biting your cheek as Jae walks back to the office, disappearing from your view.

Johnny just finished his call and looked at you. You flashed him a smile. He smiled back. Why does he have to be this handsome?

“I’m gonna ask you something,” he rested his chin on his hands, his brown eyes gazing at you. God this is making you sweat nervously again.

“Yes?” you asked, taking the last sip of your latte.

He locked his eyes on you, decisive and sure. “Do you want to go on a date?” 7.  “So is it a date, date?” Katy asked as she struggled in a gown that looks like a wedding cake from the 90s.

“You think so?” You asked in confusion while sprawled lazily on the bridal shop sofa. You cringed at the sight of the kitschy gown.

“No, not this. Can I try that one?” Katy pointed the sales assistant to a beautiful off-white organza gown with a v-neckline and flowy skirt. “You know you gotta stop with the self-love shit you’ve been doing for the past five years now, you’re growing cobwebs down under there. Stop being in denial.”

“I’m trying, okay? I like him a lot. It’s just, I have never been asked to go out with someone for a long time. So I was kind of caught off guard.” You were so into him until the moment he offered you to come to that art exhibit, now you’re just not sure.

“Your dating game is seriously rusty as fuck.” Katy muttered as she tried on the second dress. “What’s the problem? You were dazzled a week ago. He’s gorgeous, is making a living, seems interested in asking you for a coffee AND dinner—which you bailed me at, by the way. I think it's a date, DATE. And I think you should go!” she squeezed in on the organza dress and checked herself on the mirror.

“What if he’s just, you know, trying to make connections?” You asked as a matter of factly. Katy sighed heavily at you, fumbling the sleeves of the dress. You pointed at the dress she’s wearing. “That’s not it. Maybe the bridesmaid better wear it.”

“Maybe something this light but with a longer trail?” She squeezed out of the second dress again, rummaging on racks of white dresses. “Could be. Could be not. Y/N, you wouldn’t know why he invited you if you wouldn’t meet him and mingle, to see for yourself.”

Katy sounded serious now. You have never fully opened up yourself for someone since your last relationship. You broke down in front of her too many times because of your ex, she wished she saw the last of it. In her heart, she would love for you to find someone who will never let you go through the same misery again. And she was right that things are worth the try, and you would love to try. It’s just too many giving, too much asking for taking, and lots of losses when things don’t work out

“And for what it’s worth, you can just enjoy your little art exhibit thing, date or not.” Katy urged the sales assistant to zip her closed. She was right, again.

“Hand me that bridesmaid dress.” You extended your arms and opened your hand for the off-white organza gown your friend tried earlier. 

Katy hesitated, clad only with her girdle and underwear, she walked towards you and cupped your cheek, “Yours, but it comes as a set, ma’am. Only if you take it with a tall, gorgeous man.”

8. You and Johnny shared champagne glasses, laughs and a good time in every foyer of the art exhibit. It was a magnificent curation of botanical art both traditional and contemporary. You wish you had a photographic memory to capture all the beautiful work. You come across an oil painting of modern red poppies against an off-white field—that would look very pretty on the bare walls of your apartment. The red orange hue evokes so much energy and happiness. You check every new foyer of work skipping with so much delight, sometimes forgetting it’s a formal event. Your slip dress with a cowl neckline is the same color as champagne, hugging you in just the right places, falling just a few inches below your knee. You tied your loose curls together with a gold clip, strands falling along your cheeks. You finished your look with a pair of nude stilettos. Johnny looks nothing less fancy as well. He walks along the gallery floor in his rust-colored silk shirt tucked in this tailored black slacks. The sleeves of his shirt are a bit oversized, hanging loosely from his shoulders. He looks as smooth as a shot of whiskey, the soft fabric mirroring his every move. His hair sleekly brushed up like on your first meeting, a few strands falling down his face, of course. He looked magnificent as the artworks around you, sculpted by the gods.

People are discreetly throwing him second looks earlier when he passes by. “Y/N, here!” You heard Johnny and turned your back. His phone camera clicked as you turned around. He laughed at his candid creation. “Hey!” You reached out for his phone. He took a snapshot of you in front of a gold-colored sculpture of a rose in bloom standing in all its glory in the middle of the last foyer. As an art director, you hate uncurated photos of you. But Johnny won’t let you see his phone. “Hey!” he said playfully, trying to change the subject. “It feels stuffy in here, do you want to go to the studio for a little bite and a few drinks? I’ll order something, my treat!”

—— If the stars were edible And our hearts were never full Could we live with just a taste? Just a taste

Somehow, after all the champagne, you found yourself steadying on a stool placed in the middle of a black backdrop. The two of you decided to take a breather from the formal event and continue the drinks in his studio. Johnny was too enthusiastic to take photographs, tonight of all days.

“Alright, you ready?”

“Yeah, whatever Johnny, just,” You couldn’t think straight. Your champagne dress is all creased now. The gold clip barely holds your hair together. Nowhere near looking well at getting your photograph taken. But Johnny insists.

Johnny starts clicking away, as you candidly do random poses. Whatever feels natural, he says. He took a few more shots, sometimes letting out exaggerated praises a photographer would say—and it made you laugh. He took the iris flower you snitched from the exhibit centerpieces earlier and asked you to improvise with it. A few more clicks, and you rested the flower in between your nose and lips as you closed your eyes. The drinks are really starting to get on you too fast and the lights on your face start to get hotter than it is. The studio grew silent between you two. You open your eyes to see Johnny putting down his gear and walking towards you.

“Let me fix your hair.” Johnny walked towards you, trying to tuck the strands from your messy bun back. Perhaps he was a little bit too close, but you caught a whiff of his perfume again—tobacco,tea, and jasmine, and the scent fills you up. He caught your eyes, misty from all the drinking, but looking straight into his. You tensed, and maybe held the iris on your hands too tightly than you should, crushing the stem on your palm.

Johnny held your gaze, only the iris flower in between your faces. His eyes linger on your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand gently travels on the crook of your neck. With unsure fingers hovering on your nape, he untied your hair, your dark brown locks falling down in waves.

Something in his gesture made you unclench the iris flower, the white blossoms falling on the ground. The air between you two fills with the scent of your perfume—iris, powdery and sensual. Eyes still locked with Johnny, you could see his gaze trail down your lips as his hands caressed your neck. His eyes tender, glimmers faintly as you hear each other’s breaths. He inches closer, careful but certain, and you stood up to meet his forwardness. You wrapped your hands on his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

His soft, warm lips sent you into a spiral. You laced your hands on his broad shoulders, and his hands, both of them now, clutched gently your neck. You were overwhelmed with desire, your fingers dug deep into the collars of his shirt, prying the buttons open. His silk sleeves slid off his left shoulder revealing a beautiful lavender tattoo on his left chest. 

His hands crawl at the curves of your waist, sliding through the silk fabric of your dress as he gently pulls you closer. They brought tingles in your spine. Chest to chest, he kisses with intent—taking quick pauses to gasp for air and takes you in again. You melted into him, you are crazy, crazy about this guy.

After a long breathless kiss, he pulls away from you, his soft eyes clear as day, as he says “Y/N, I—”

His phone buzzes from the table across the set. And it buzzed. And buzzed again. Johnny ignores it and leans towards you again to kiss, hands tensing on your neck. You would like to continue this respectfully but his phone won’t stop buzzing. You pulled away from his moist lips and smiled at him with hazy eyes “I think you better take that call, Johnny.” Johnny furrowed his brows and sighed, as he rested his forehead on yours for a while and eventually excused himself to take the call.

9. “Ouch!” you yelled to Jae, who was sprawled on your newly bought sofa—laptop resting on your coffee table. You picked up the bag of chips he threw towards you that landed straight to your head. “The heck is wrong with you!”

“I did not want to intrude on your sticky thoughts but you’ve been zoning out while smiling for the past half hour.” he mimicked you for a while and chuckled as he went back to his business on his laptop. “Sorry, I was a bit distracted.” You told him shyly and scrunched your nose. He was aiming at you with a piece of cookie now, “Okay, okay I’m gonna stop now. Going back to work now. Relax. And that sofa is new!”

Jae threw the cookie on the table and took off his silver round glasses. The two of you have been working straight for twelve hours now, preparing a creative presentation for an upcoming shoot. “That’s exactly how you looked when I caught you red-handed in The Grind. Disgusting.” he laughed again as he stood up to get this fourth cup of coffee for the day. You flashed him a sour look. “It’s the first time I’ve dated again after a long time, geez why can’t you just be supportive.” Not a single romantic bone in his body. You rolled your eyes on him as you threw your hoodie on your head and worked on your presentation again. “I’m supportive!” He approached you across the dining table where you’re working and put down a cup of coffee for you. He threw back the hood of your hoodie. “Happy for you, really. I’m just not used to it. We’re so used to being miserable together it felt weird seeing you all smiley and shit.” He took a sip.

You punched him on the arm as you took the coffee cup and took a swig. Jae continues, “You lucky idiot. Y/N finding an attractive, self-sufficient and single guy, in these trying times? A once in a lifetime event. A character development.” Your best friend messed up your hair and flashed you a genuine happy smile like he just sent his daughter to graduation. You smiled at him back and meant to reply. “Aww thanks Jae. Really he’s…” you stopped at your thought. Wait, you haven’t thought of this so much because things went by so fast. But Jae’s words made you think, thoughts, and have been thinking. But holy crap. “...he’s single, right?”

——

A small concern with how the engine sounds We held darkness in withheld clouds I would ask, "Should we just keep driving?"

Even the music in the studio couldn’t calm down your nerves. Your nervousness is off the roof, and you feel like your big breakfast is making a comeback. Johnny’s assistants, the kid named Mark and another trainee called Andy, were setting up and the brand manager of today’s clients are seated on the table with Stephanie. A model was getting her hair and make-up done at the other side of the studio. You were pacing back and forth by the studio couch where Jae was sitting down, scrolling on his phone.

He looked up to you and he silently mumbled as your eyes met “Y/N, sit the fuck down. Jesus Christ.” Soon as you sat beside him, you started restlessly shaking your right leg. 

Jae put down his phone and rested a hand over your right leg and whispered “I get that you’re incredibly nervous if you’ve hooked up with an un-single man, but…” he brings his face closer to you “...we have a client on site today so calm yourself down.”

He was right. It’s a big project for a high-profile client. You can’t mess this shoot up, not with Jae and Steph, and especially not because you were sucking faces with the photographer in charge. Jae’s hand still rests above your leg, tapping you to calm you down.

Speaking of the photographer, Johnny was nowhere to be seen. You haven’t seen him since you arrived. You haven’t talked so much as well after the night at this studio, only a few short exchanges slightly better than saying today’s weather is fine. Nothing clarifying what you two are or where you are at. This made you more nervous if you unceremoniously invited yourself in the side-chick department. Your short summary of the tragedies of your ex-lovers, or the lack thereof, ran briefly in your mind like an after credits scene.

Was he really just busy or not much of a texting type of person? Wouldn’t he invite you to the exhibit if he has someone else in mind? Or was he really just looking for a side fling? As Jae would have said, “Men are trash, and I am apologizing for their behalf.”

“Sorry! I’m here now!” Johnny entered the studio clad in his usual work get-up—a white shirt cuffed at the sleeves, three buttons undone, his dark washed jeans. His hair, fresh and brushed up as always. To your surprise, an equally attractive woman arrives with him, dressed in a beige jumpsuit with a stylish neckerchief, her brown stiletto heels clicking on the studio floor. Her long shiny hair falls past beyond her tiny waist.  She and Johnny walked towards Steph and the client as he introduced her to them, “This is our stylist for today, Irene.” 10. “Just wanted to let you know…” Jae mumbled beside you, his white cheeks full like a white peach after biting a mouthful of pizza, “you are absolutely no match, visuals wise, but I’m still on your team.”

You furiously hit his face with an open palm, causing him to choke on a bite. You poured him a soda on a plastic cup and handed it to him, “I know and you don’t need to rub it in my face idiot.” 

Jae cleared his throat after washing it with soda. “Why are you so pressed at me?” He explained with a slice of pizza on hand, “I just told the truth but I’m still on your team.”

You rolled your eyes on him and put the paper plate with a pizza slice on the armchair. Your stomach is still doing cartwheels, so you don’t have an appetite at all. You and Jae are squeezed on the studio couch as you are trying to avoid any interaction with Johnny and the ghost of Audrey Hepburn—who’s eating lunch in front of Johnny’s computer browsing at photos and sharing a few laughs. You don’t know the deal with them yet, but they are a sight to see. 

You heaved a deep sigh and turned to Jae, “I feel so ugly and fucking stupid Jae.”

“Okay, sorry, but stupid for getting messy with someone you work with? Uh-huh.” he nibbles on a pizza crust, and continued “But seriously, Y/N, you don’t know what they are yet. So maybe, unclench a little.” He stood up to put his trash away.

Your mood has been rock bottom since this morning, and you are certainly not yourself at all. Your stomach is still churning from all the stress of work and this Johnny situation. It’s a good thing Jae is co-directing you today, he compensates for the things you miss for being so out of focus. And he interacts with Johnny today instead of you.

You heaved a sigh and motioned to stand up when suddenly Johnny sat on the now empty space beside you. “Hey, you.” His mouth curled into a smile. “Are you okay?”

It was a busy day and this is the first time he approached you directly. He’s probably seen you sighing since morning. “Hey.” You answered him forcing a smile. He held your arm gently and was going to say something when the stylist, Irene, approached you two.

“Y/N is it?” the ghost of Audrey Hepburn asked, her smile lighting up her whole face. You nodded in reply. “Johnny told me a lot about working with you.”

She was so pretty, straight from a classic Hollywood movie kind, and pleasant, it’s hard to hate her at all. The goddess continues, “I hope you enjoyed the exhibit, couldn’t make it that day so I told him to bring another friend instead.”

The exhibit? You turned your head to Johnny, and he is just smiling at you as Irene keeps on talking. You turned your head to Irene again, but you couldn’t hear a thing. You are putting the pieces together on the spot, faster than you would put up a creative mood board. All you can think about is the “you”, enjoying the exhibit as the “friend brought instead”. 

——

“Hmmm, no. The posture is off and the lighting changed a bit harsher? Please check.”

Jae was art directing Johnny at lightning speed, onto their 10th and last lay-out for the day. You crept on Jae’s side and whispered to him, “Hey.”

“Hey, what?” he responded, eyes fixed on the monitor updating with photographs everytime Johnny clicks the camera. He was single-handedly directing the shoot now, after telling him the exhibit story. Jae was kind enough to let you rest, despite the petty reason for your mini-mental breakdown. But you were feeling really sick now, and you needed Jae to SOS. 

“I’m not feeling so good.” you whispered to Jae, that made him look at your pale face in panic right away. Perhaps that was a little loud for a whisper, because Johnny was eyeing you now, in between clicks as Irene fixes the model’s outfit. Jae held your left arm steadily, “I told you to sit down, why are you stand—“

You saw light flash before your eyes before Jae could finish his sentence, and everything turned into black.

——

You opened your eyes, greeted by the cityscape from your apartment window. You adjusted in your bed and noticed Jae sitting on your sofa from across. He dozed off already, you checked the time on your phone: 2:00AM. The last sane memory you had was collapsing in the studio, Jae catching you just in time. And maybe gaining consciousness in the ER only to drift away again.

“Hey, Jae.” Jae was on his toes right away, as soon as he realized you woke up, he walked towards your bed, yawning. “It’s late, go home.”

Jae nodded, and with half-closed eyes he briefly gave you a refresher of your blackout that landed you to the ER. Apparently, you were having a really bad case of acid reflux hence the extreme weakness and stomach churning—the sleepless nights and endless stressing out got in you. Jae knew of your slight anxiety, undiagnosed and not quite there yet but the doctor said it must have triggered that too.

“No coffee for your tummy and anxiety,” Jae messed up your already messy hair, “and no stress. I’ll take care of today’s work and Steph will take care of your days off. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks Jae.” You were a bit stronger now so you squeezed him in a hug. 

He patted your back. “Wash up and take a rest.” You nodded at him and accompanied him to the door. 

Jae turned back from the doorstep, “And Y/N?” he held on to the knob of your door’s apartment, and continued “He was worried as hell, for you. Contact him soon.”

“Huh?” Jae winked at you and smiled as he quickly left the door before you could even ask any more questions. Was he referring to Johnny? Did they talk?

So many questions in your head as you took a quick shower before heading to bed. The warm water on your skin relaxed you and melted today’s restless thoughts. You bathed with your calming lavender gel, which you love using on stressful days. You were looking forward to snuggling in your blankets after putting on a pink silk camisole and shorts.

The doorbell ringing startled you amidst the loud noise of your hairdryer. Did Jae leave something? His keys perhaps? You hurriedly threw a white oversized hoodie over your camisole to answer him. 

Johnny’s tall figure surprised you outside your doorway. “Y/N, hey, uhm…” he greeted you clumsily, in a hurry to explain, “Jae helped me pass by the lobby, I just, can we talk?”

Jae did what? You will need him to give you an explanation. And really, at 2 in the morning?

“Okay I guess, uhm, come in, it’s cold.” He looked restless and cold, his hair undone and fluffy—different from when you would see him at work. He was wearing just a pair of thin black lounge pants and slip ons, his hoodie the only thick clothing keeping him warm. “Want me to make you a cup of coffee?”

You went straight to the pantry of your studio apartment, Johnny following you inside. You meant to offer him to sit down but he was already at you in the pantry before you even got to grind the beans. He held you gently on your right arm as your back rested on the counter.

“Look, I wanted to say sorry Y/N.” Johnny looked at you with pleading eyes.

This is a lot to take at 2am so you tried to recollect your thoughts of what happened today as quickly as possible—alright, blurred lines, arriving with an insanely gorgeous lady, you incessantly overthinking the real deal between you two. If things didn’t bother you a lot, and if the kiss you two shared was really nothing but just a kiss, then maybe you needed to unclench and just call it a day. People hook up. Be an adult about it. Your fainting episode gave you a lot of headspace to clear things out.

“But Johnny…” You seriously thought he had nothing to be sorry about.

“No, I mean, I was never clear from the start.” He continued. “I might have confused you a lot, when I took shortcuts—“ his eyes are on the floor.

What is he talking about now? This is making you sweat under your oversized hoodie.

“I never made my intentions clear. So let me fill up the gaps—“ he is absolutely acting strange.

His eyes are fixated on you now, two honey-brown circles looking through you amidst your apartment’s dim lights. “I thought maybe I liked you when we first met. That afternoon, I just wanted to see you. I wanted to take you to coffee. And I want to take you on a date. But that one night I might have blurred the lines, might have thought to take it slow and test the waters, but earlier today—yesterday, I thought, yes, maybe I like you a lot more than I thought I did. Maybe, when I saw you in the same room with me, talking to someone else, maybe I would like to talk with you too, everyday. When you do not feel well, maybe I want you to tell me right away. Maybe I wanted to take things slow, but I was wrong, and I’ll go crazy if I don’t do this now—in fact, you know, fuck maybes. Because I’m sure, I’m sure I like you a lot and more Y/N. I just get sidetracked sometimes because God, you’re so beautiful. Even I, am confused with myself. Shit.” 

Johnny was trying to catch his breath as he bared his most vulnerable side to you yet, all his cards on the table. Under the dim lights he was searching for an answer on your face. 

You didn’t hesitate to let him wait, you held his hand and leaned closer, “But Johnny, I like you a lot, and more, too.”

11.  Do you think I'm cool, too? Or am I too into you? Tell me what you want and you got it, love I want all of you, gimme all you got

Johnny’s eyes lit up and his lips curved into a smile as he leaned closer for a kiss. He was flushed after his confession, his lips felt warm as he tasted you biting your tender lips, his tongue gently discovering your mouth. 

You like him a lot. You want him. Fuck it! You pulled away from the kiss and put all your cards on the table “Please stay over?” 

Him kissing you back will suffice for a reply, his weight pushes you against the counter as his hands travel your hips, slowly crawling your back, and down again to the slopes beneath your satin shorts. In an instant, his strong hands lifted you up the kitchen counter, letting you wrap your legs onto him tightly.

Your skin against his skin sends electric shocks all over your body. You thought, this must be how fireworks feel. Your heart pounds quickly as your eyelashes brushed together, hearing each other’s breath—the only sound in your dead quiet apartment. He smelled like soap, but you caught a faint whiff of tobacco and jasmine—his perfume that you love. You laced your hands at the crook of his neck to bring him closer again, kissing his lips a bit harder this time, clutching the fabric of his hoodie tighter—wanting to relish the moment but wanting to discover some uncharted parts of his body, right away, at the same time.

Johnny broke from your tight, breathless kiss to plant warm quick kisses on your chin, tracing your jaw, giving him soft and gentle moans as his lips met parts of you he never met before. He smells the lavender on your skin. His hands searched the hem of your oversized hoodie and took it off as he found it, revealing the silk pink camisole, the only thing you are wearing underneath. He sighs and marvels at the sight of you, “So beautiful”, the soft dim light falls gracefully at your flushed face—your breasts rising up and down in every deep breath, nipples hardened against the silk. Your loose curls fall at the bare skin of your shoulders, a strap of the camisole sliding off from one shoulder.

His lips continue from where he left and freely traces your neck, slowly kissing down until he reaches the slopes of your breasts. You let out a soft moan again as he mouthed a nipple, toying it with his tongue against the silk, his hands gripping tightly your waist and the other one softly massaging your other breast.

“Johnny, I…” You buried your head in his thick jet black hair, letting out gentle little cries as he took turns playing with the twins of your nipples, tasting the bare one where the strap slid off. He licked and sucked, throaty moans escaping his lips.

He went back to give you a kiss again after your camisole was drenched, and you held his hoodie tightly to take it off, too, pulling the thin undershirt beneath it as well. The lights in the kitchen make his fair skin glisten, highlighting the bumps and edges of his sculpted pecs and abs. You held his neck tightly, crushing your lips into his, his hands traveling from your waist, back and forth your legs, pulling them apart a little. Your kisses become rapid and short, as his right hand crawls beneath your silk shorts to feel the bare skin underneath, and into your pussy, dripping in desire.

Johnny looked at you with eyes dark and deeper now, “Tell me when it feels good, dear.” He watches your face as his fingers caress your wet clit, touching them first tenderly and slowly building up, going harder and then gentle again.

You closed your eyes as he hit a sensitive spot, “That—that feels good, Johnny,” and he noticed how you shifted and curled up as he played with the same spot. “Like this?” he whispered softly as he pecked your ears, his fingers still discovering you under , “Yes, please—“ you answered as he fingers you in a precise motion, suddenly quickening the phase as he watches you let out little cries, eyes watering as you held steady on his sculpted chest.

Johnny quickly dug his fingers inside you deeper, and you felt close to coming when he pulled you in again on passionate kiss, his core hardened against your drenched gem. He lifted you from the kitchen counter in one swift motion, and brought you to your bed, putting you down gently like a rare artifact. His big hands caught the garter of your silk shorts and slid it down slowly from your legs. 

Beads of sweat start to form and stream on his temples now, as well as his bare neck and chest. He pecked you on the lips and whispered again, “Now let me know where to kiss, dear.” he smiled and went down at your feet, kissing and tracing your left leg. He planted quick kisses on your inner thighs too, and then jumped just beneath your navel. His hands are tracing lines on your inner thighs, as he slowly descends to your wet, and waiting pussy. He kissed and licked the outer folds gently. In between his flat tongue brushing your folds, he would give you a little suck. You might have let out a loud whimper when he hit a sweet spot during his ordeal.

He paused and asked you in his shallow breathing, “Are your walls soundproof?”

“Uhmm, no.” Both of you laughed as you rose to give him a kiss, his lips still wet from his kisses down low.

He pulled you closer, his hands gentle on your neck “I’ll keep it easy then.” he smiles and gives you a peck, his hands fondling you inside your camisole again.

“I’ll keep quiet.” As you kissed him back. Towering over him, you put your arms on his shoulders as your hands swam his thick black hair. His lips traced your shoulder blades and into the curve of your shoulder. Your hands traveled the highway of his back, your nails slightly scratching on his skin as you struggled to reach for the waist of his lounge pants. Johnny stood up in an instant and swiftly kicked it off.

He knelt on the edge of your bed frame and positioned you on top of him, your hands curling on his nape for support. In the darkness of your apartment with only the kitchen light on, you could only make out a faint image of his face, but you could hear his deep erratic breaths and you could feel his manhood getting harder as you sat atop of him. His honey eyes glimmer faintly in the dim light, his hands with a life of their own under your camisole as he kisses you deeply, lips red and swollen. You gently rocked atop of him as you kissed, and Johnny let out a sharp deep moan as you bit his lower lip. You could feel yourself wetting him and soiling the bed sheets. But that is the least of your concern now.

“Johnny, I—” your lips parted moistly, you called for him as you gasped for air. “Yes, love?” he eyes you, brown eyes hooded in lust as you rock him back and forth. His hands are playing your breasts, squeezing it hard when you rock into him harder. “I—I need you to make me come, Johnny.” you struggle to say your words. It might have been the bed rocking or your limbs might be shaking now. Riding him made you weak on your knees, the pleasure pulsating all over your body.

Johnny moaned beautifully at your request. “I will, love.” he lifted you a little as his hands traveled down your dripping folds, “Already so fucking wet.”

You squirmed at hearing him talk dirtily. He hasn't done a lot yet but you want to break down the walls of your apartment. He briefly played your folds and planted a kiss on your nose as he whispered “No yelling.”

He lifted you closer to his body as he angled his tip on your dripping, womanly mess. He gently entered your folds as you let out a subdued moan, trying to keep quiet, panting as he entered you inch by inch. Johnny let out a deep throaty sigh as you tightened around his shaft. He lifted you up and down with him inside of you, urging you to follow suit. When you got a hold of it, quick, erratic moans in between, he held one hand on your hips, and one gripping your neck.

Your mind is all over the place. Your hands frantically trying to hold on to his broad shoulders, your right hand gripping the dark rose flower tattoo on his bicep. In a pleasurable agony, you tried your best to stop from your sudden whimpers as Johnny pushes you in deeper. When you push, Johnny pushes harder. Back and forth, you can feel him growing inside longer as he hits your spot.

“Johnny, fucking hell!” you yelped in surprise. He covered a strong hand over your mouth, “Fuck,” he whispered with a smile “baby...don’t yell.”

Shaking and panting as you feel closer to your climax, Johnny laid you down on your back, teasing you with his tip, in and out, only to go deep into you again on one precise thrust. He moves in and out of you in a steady phase. His hands still covering your mouth, faint whimpers escaping in his every push. His deep panting and your little cries fills the silence of the room. You two smell of sweat and each other’s perfume. He leaned on your face, the pupils of his brown eyes dilated and sweat trickling from his forehead, he whispered “Are you coming now, baby?”

He takes his right hand off your mouth, intertwining his fingers to yours as he pins your hand against the mattress, his phase now going fast in irregular beats. “I’m yes… baby go faster…please!” you can barely answer him back, you’re starting to see light flashing before your eyes as he continuously thrusts back and forth. Your free hand is holding tightly to the bed sheet.

He held your neck gently as he looked straight into your eyes, “Now…baby?” he asks, eyes fluttering in pleasure as the two of you let out feral, beastly moans.

“Yes Johnny, I’m coming, I’m—” there were stars in your eyes before you finished, Johnny thrusting one last, strong push. 

Johnny moaned under his breath, his eyes shut tightly in pleasure on his release. You could feel your insides squirming, your toes curling against your bed sheets which you are certain you soiled greatly—it felt like there’s a sea down there. He collapsed at the crook of your neck, panting like mad. You could feel yourself still pulsating after he pulled out from you. Your insides felt bare and raw.

It was like this for a few minutes, both of your panting in a chorus. You left hand still pinned in his, you brought your right hand on his back and gently ran fingers through his sweaty skin. He lifted his face above to see yours—flushed and sweat glistening under the dim light. He tucked strands of your hair sticking on your face beneath your ear and smiled at you softly.  

Johnny kissed your forehead and said with eyes, half-closed in exhaustion, “So pretty…my little freak.” 

12. You woke up with a headache, and Johnny, curled up beside you in your bed. You dozed off like a baby against his broad chest. The sun lit your apartment from the window. It must be 8:00 AM now or so.

You buried your face against his chest with a smile. He was softly snoring on your pillow. You wished you could wake up like this everyday. Not minding the time and the achy sores the day after. Okay, maybe not the walls-banging, passionate sex everyday, you thought, as you decide to climb out of bed, knees weak like jelly.

You found your discarded silk shorts at the foot of your bed and picked them up to wear as you walked half-asleep towards your pantry to grind beans. The headache is killing you. You roasted the coffee on autopilot—like how you would everyday. The delicious smell climbed up your nose. You were yawning as you poured yourself a cup, just as you heard movements from the direction of your bed.

“Doctor said no coffee.” Johnny said from the edge of your bed, putting on his lounge pants eyes half closed. 

Oh right, you remembered Jae’s long list of do’s and don’ts from the doctor. You almost forgot yesterday’s ER episode. 

Johnny walked towards you at the counter, “Morning, babe.” he pecked you on the lips, “Sorry I kept you up last night.” he smiled and collapsed in you clumsily still half-asleep.

“Good morning Johnny.” You wrapped your arms around him, still sleepy as well. Johnny took the cup of coffee you placed on the counter and took a drink. He exhaled deeply and untangled from your embrace to get a glass to fill with water from your refrigerator. “No coffee, tea or any drinks that will cause you flare ups.” he said as he handed you the glass of water.

You took a drink. So he was with Jae at the ER last night, but you didn’t see him when you gained consciousness. He probably went home only to go back again to confess. Your stomach flutters as you remember the things that happened after, last night.

“I’ll make you breakfast, you can go and wash up while I do.” Johnny said, his eyes checking the food supply in your refrigerator.

—— The 9am sunlight hits your dining table beautifully. Johnny sat beside you after a quick shower, strands of his hair occasionally dripping, wearing his oversized hoodie. You shared a plate of veggie omelette. The warmth of the morning sun is comforting. Time seems slower when you don’t have to rush to work on a weekday.

You take a minute to see if this moment is real. It’s been a long time since you’ve been this calm and quiet. Let alone with a man you’re crazy about who’s equally crazy about you too. You pinched Johnny on the leg and he surprisingly winced in pain, the omelette in his fork came shooting in the air. Yup, definitely not another dream.

“Ah! Baby, it’s too early.” He playfully said as his broad arms tried to cover his chest coyly. You bursted into laughter.

“Ah this guy!” finally recovering, you continued, “I’m just checking.”

“Checking what?” he suddenly looks at you with a serious face, his honey-glazed eyes with a hint of concern.

“Checking to see if this is real. If you ARE real.” you stared at him with calm eyes, your fingers combing his air up so the water won’t drench his clothes.

Hearing this, Johnny leans into you closer and gives you a quick kiss. He asks you with searching eyes right after, “Does it feel real now?”

You gave him a sly smile, “I’m not sure, I think I need to check again.” your eyebrows feigning uncertainty. 

He was quick to catch you, planting countless kisses on your lips, and asked “Not real yet?” trying to look a little disappointed.

“Nooooo, not yet.” You frowned on him playfully. Growing impatient, he leaned again closer, his left hand gently touching your neck as he closed his eyes and kissed you softly.

He parted from your lips and stared at you with his clear honey eyes, “It’s real. You and I make it real.”

——

You asked for a three day leave at work to rest. On the second day, Johnny had a scheduled photoshoot and couldn’t come to your place so you played records and napped like a baby all day. On the third day, you felt like a plant growing roots on your bed. You tried calling Jae to let you in on what he's doing in the office but he hung up on you and insisted you rest today and think of nothing. 

Johnny wanted to restock your fridge “with actual food that's not egg or bread,” so he took you to the market after a morning schedule. He was filling the grocery cart full and you needed to stop him because you barely eat at home on work days. He insisted he’s going to be around a lot and if you’re not cooking, he would.

He threw a chocolate-chip pancake mix on the cart, “Let’s eat this tonight.” and rolled over to the next aisle to get a bottle of syrup.

“Johnny, it’s 6PM.” you confusingly inform him, as you try to catch his big strides. 

You caught up to him rolling over the freezers of frozen goods, serious as hell trying to find what he’s looking for, “Baby, help me find the sausages.” 

Now searching a freezer full of varieties of frozen meat doing as he says, you poked at him “we’re eating breakfast tonight I see.”

He threw a bag of breakfast sausages on the cart and closed the freezer as he tapped your cheeks, urging you to follow him. “Yeah, like what we had on our first date.”

You stopped on your tracks, surprised and confused. The all-day breakfast was the day you two first met. “The art exhibit was our FIRST date.” You told him, like how you would correct someone wrong, Miss I’m-Never-Wrong.

Johnny turned around to walk back to you, eyes dead serious, the heels of his boots making sounds on the cereal aisle. “The art exhibit was the THIRD. Your favorite coffee shop is the second.”

“The breakfast dinner was the day we first met!” you said in a matter-of-factly way, as you get a box of Fruit Loops and place it neatly on the cart. 

“I know. And I also asked you out to dinner.” he quipped back, checking out the cereal boxes on the shelf. 

Your mouth was agape in surprise, “Whoa, Johnny Suh, ain’t that too fast?” you playfully punched his chest.

He smiled at you. “It was an instinct. I thought, ‘Hey, I might like this girl.’ and a dinner and a whole album later, I was right. Told you, I’m decisive and I don’t like complicating things. I just got distracted a little.”

And you remembered that. Johnny winked at you and placed a box of Frosted Flakes on the cart. The tiger character at the box giving you a thumbs up.

——

Johnny was snoring softly beside you, as you scroll through your phone in the dark. You wanted to make the most of your last day before going back to work and he wanted to sleepover. You adjusted your phone’s light so you won’t wake him up.

You had a lovely day. The two of you had breakfast for dinner, talking over some things you haven’t talked about yet—like him being the only child and his parents staying abroad, him finishing a degree in advertising, and Irene, the ghost of Audrey Hepburn, being almost like an older sister who guided him as he started out his studio. She knew Johnny wanted to take “a girl named Y/N” on a date so she got Johnny the exhibit invites.

You now cringe at the thought of having a mental breakdown because of Irene. You continued scrolling to ease the embarrassment away, as Johnny in his sleep, wrapped an arm around you. 

It hasn’t fully sunk in yet that you have a gorgeous, kind, and talented man as your boyfriend. You remembered the snapshot of you he sent earlier, from the art gallery. He perfectly captured you turning after he called your name—the moment your lips were forming into a smile as your eyes caught a glimpse of him. Your back curved in motion, the strands of your hair gracefully flying mid-air. Your dress sheened like champagne, and the magnificent gold rose sculpture seemingly blooms from you at the back. Undoubtedly, you are Johnny Suh’s muse.

You’re happy in this photograph—a core memory. You immediately opened Instagram to compose a post. This deserved a square on your curated grid. And maybe, subtly introduce Johnny to your small, humble world.

You captioned the photo with a camera and heart emoji and tagged Johnny, and pressed post. In a minute, your nosy friends flocked on your notifications. The ones who get it, get it.

You pulled a blanket on top of you and Johnny, and checked the notifications before finally tucking in. 

Irene liked your post. Katy liked your post and left an eye and heart emoji. Steph left a like too. 

Jae was having a field day in the comments section: “Wait a minnet *eyes emoji*”, five clapping emojis, and finally “Happy for you, bestie. *smile and heart emoji*

You were about to put your phone down to sleep when a red bubble notification with a heart and “1” appeared. You checked to see who was happy to hear the news.

“Kun Qian liked your post.” You froze, and pins and needles started running through your body.

12. Your phone’s display lit up as you raised it to check the time. 8:25 AM. The digits sit on the foreground of your wallpaper: Johnny sitting by your dining table with a coffee mug on hand and the morning sun hitting his face, one of his eyes closed and one honey-brown eye smiling at the person taking the photo.

There’s enough time to get coffee at The Grind. “Johnny?” You figured he’d love to get breakfast to eat later when he arrived at his studio. “Getting coffee at the Grind. Want anything? Breakfast?”

“No I’m good, I already ate.” He replied, eyes fixed on the road. But he did not, he stood up from your bed 15 minutes before the two of you left for work.

“No you didn’t?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I did. I ate you.” He said with a poker face.

You let out a yell and Johnny burst out laughing. You pinched his right leg as he winced in pain, still laughing, and stopping you diligently as he was driving. “So sleazy at 8:30 in the morning!” you scolded him.

“But we even went earlier than that.” Johnny laughed again, avoiding another pinch as he held your left hand and his other hand rested on the steering wheel, continuing to drive. In a few minutes, you arrived at your office complex, Johnny parked the car and the two of you went to The Grind for a quick coffee—a routine every time he would spend the night at your place.

“Morning, lovers!” the barista, Wendy, shouted as you two entered the café. You give her a warm smile and wave. They have gotten used to Johnny as well, ever since you two have been together. “What can I get you, Y/N?”

“I’ll get an iced americano, iced latte, and two BLTs. To go please.” you scanned the qr code to pay, as Wendy tapped your orders in and proceeded to prepare them.

Shortly, after a quick skim through your morning emails, your orders arrived. Wendy handed a thin kraft paper bag to Johnny as you carried the takeaways. Johnny took the sandwich bags as he walked you out and into your office building.

“Yo, John!” Jae entered the glass doors and greeted Johnny with a secret bro handshake. After a while of you and Johnny being together, Jae seemed to have gained himself a new best friend. The two of them can’t get enough of each other, it’s starting to get annoying.

“Why don’t the two of you just date each other instead then.” You two brought them back from their conversation. Jae finally acknowledged your presence.

“Oh yeah, hey Y/N.” He chuckled, “Sorry but I see your face five times a week so I need a breather.” Johnny laughed.

“Idiot. Go away!” you shooed Jae away as he bid Johnny goodbye to head in first.

Johnny turned to you and smiled, “Jealous much?” he said, as he handed you the thin paper bag from the cafe earlier.

“What’s this?” you asked, as you took a peek inside and saw a sealed Folklore vinyl. “Johnny?! What for?” was all you can say as you held to the record tightly in your chest, you loved this album so much.

“Nothing. Can’t I get gifts for my girlfriend?” he said as you planted a kiss on his cheek. Johnny continued, “Okay, if you want, let’s just say, ‘Happy 209 days with you’.” as he kissed you on the cheek too. You smiled at him before he went, iced coffee and breakfast in hand, and made sure you said it back, clear as his honey-glazed eyes, “Happy 209 days baby.” 13. Conference rooms and Mondays don’t do well together, you know just by the look of Jae sitting across from you—eyes half-closed, hands resting on his chin, his silver glasses misaligned. Not a word from Stephanie’s presentation has registered. Sorry Steph.

As soon as your creative director adjourned the meeting, the two of you scampered to get out of the room quickly. 

“Move!” Jae sped up past you to get the food you had delivered. In a hot minute, he’s running back at the pantry where you’re waiting for him, or the fried rice rather. Lunch breaks are BFF hours. It’s one opportunity in the day where you and Jae are as far away from your workstations as possible and almost no one, no one would dare to talk to the two busiest art directors in the office at this hour. It’s like an unwritten rule.

A dumpling made its way to your mouth as Steph walked towards you and Jae in the pantry, a jug of protein shake on one hand. She obviously hasn’t received the “No-Talking-During-Lunch” memo.

“Darling, will John be available for the shoot next, next week?” Steph asked as she chugged the protein-shake.

“Oh Steph,” you answered, as soon as you’re done chewing, “he’s already in Singapore by that time.”

Steph clicked her tongue. “Ahhh. Too bad, now I need to find another photographer who works as fast and as good as him.” She tapped your shoulder and reminded Jae of their project before she left, “Send me the PDF later.” 

Jae rolled his eyes and looked at you as he answered her back, “No talking about work during lunch hours!” He threw his chopsticks on the now empty take-out box.

He opened one can of sparkling cider and handed it to you, “Why aren't you coming to Singapore?” Jae asked, as he opened a can for himself.

“Johnny mentioned it. Not that I didn’t thought about it, but during these months there’s just so much work. I couldn’t possibly be gone for three whole weeks,” and it’s true, Steph would’ve handed out the job orders before you can even file for days off.

“Let Stephanie solve the problem of art directors not being available because they’re trying to live their lives,” Jae said with so much conviction, “and besides, what do you think I’m doing here?”

“Well yeah, but, Steph said this is one of the biggest projects this year and they needed two of us to take the load of it together.” you told Jae as you took a sip of the sparkling cider.

Jae blew out raspberries, annoyed and not having any of it, “Load of crap.”

—— Livin' in a daydream She said, "Love me like you paid me" You know I'll be gone for so long So give me all of your love, give me something to dream about

An open suitcase lies on the floor, half-full. There’s a pile of clothing on the bed and a couple of shoes to be put on the suitcase. An opened black bag of toiletries sits on the suitcase, missing an electric shaver and after-shave.

At the foot of Johnny’s bathroom door lies a pair of discarded black jogging pants, a black workout shorts, and boxers. The noise coming from the other side of the door is muted by the loud speaker blasting his morning playlist.

The bathroom door is fighting for its life, you held your left hand on the doorknob and your right clasped the towel hook beside his sink. Johnny holds your waists tightly as you sit on the sink, back arched and your leg wrapped around him as he thrusts into you swiftly and precisely. Your underwear hangs at your right leg, didn’t even make it past your feet. His electric shaver and after-shave landed on the bathroom floor instead of his half-packed toiletry bag.

“Yes, make noise for me baby.” Johnny moans at your ear in between pants as he comes back kissing your neck. He was sucking on it too hard, the islands his lips made now turning into a faint purple color.

“JOHNNY!” was all you can properly say, or yell, amidst your loud whimpers and cries, your back painfully hitting against the cold marble of his bathroom counter. But you couldn’t care less because it felt so good to have him thrusting his fullness on you as you tightened around him, trying to see until when your pleasure will last. You might have broken the doorknob, now with a screw loose, after Johnny thrusted too hard. You mustered all the energy left in you to plead your last request, “PLEASE…fuck me like you want to ruin this fucking sink.”

Your fucking language. Your grandmother would have smacked you with her cane by how dirty your mouth sounds at the moment.

Johnny paused, sighed heavily, couldn’t believe he could possibly be any more turned on but he is. His eyes grew deeper and lusty, his right hand lifted your chin to meet his eyes, “Little freak, I’ll fuck your brains out.”

His phone’s alarm chimes from outside, amidst the loud music. He should be in the airport in two hours. Johnny doesn’t seem to hear a thing. 

He watches you pleading with eyes closed and your head resting on the mirror of his sink. He now enters you, slowly, inch by inch, in and out, with the fullness of him. Your insides squirms every time he’ll push inside of you. “Open your eyes baby.” he commanded. 

You did as he pushed into you again, this time hitting your sweet spot. Seeing this, he pushed as deeply as possible, repeatedly, your cries and his moans in unison, with expletives you wouldn't have thought you'd hear from such a sweet-looking couple.

You could feel yourself reaching your climax, your eyes watery and flashing, and your pussy drenched as hell. You held tightly on the doorknob, now loose from its screw as your other hand curled tightly on Johnny’s shoulders. In the midst of a disgraceful moan, you managed to let out, “John, baby, I’m coming, I’m coming…”

“Shit, come for me, baby, yes!” was all he could say, his eyes tightly shut, his shoulders shaking as he released.

Exhausted, he looked at you to see your face and was surprised to see tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. In panic, he held your face gently “Baby why? Did I hurt you?” he asked as he clumsily checked you for wounds or bruises. But there’s nothing to see now except a sore back and neck full of hickeys.

You collapsed on the base of his neck and cried like a baby, “I’m gonna miss you a lot.” was all you can say, still sobbing on his sweat-drenched gray t-shirt, tired for being so horny and hormonal today. You wished you bought a damn plane ticket. 

Johnny sighed and held you for a good minute, pulled back to look at your face, and kissed your forehead, “I love you. I’ll be back before you know it.”

14. It's unfortunate, just coordinates.

You were sitting by a long work table in the studio as you reviewed the day’s agenda. Jae is beside you, doing last minute notes on a powerpoint on his tablet. A message pops up on your phone screen: “Johnny - Text message”. You opened it immediately. “I’ll take you here someday!” his text message reads. Another one popped up on the thread, 

a wide angled photo of Singapore’s Flower Dome, the largest glass greenhouse of the world. Johnny photographed the vast center of the conservatory—trees, topiaries and a myriad of flowers arranged beautifully in the area. There’s a wooden lighthouse in one area and in another, a wooden windmill. The photo looked like a little flower town.

“I should’ve gone with you :(“ you texted a reply, as sullen as your mood for the past few days after his flight. “Will always make a next time :)” Johnny replied. Another photo popped on the message thread. A photo of an area full of hydrangea flowers in different colors—pink, purple, blue and green. It’s one of your favorite blooms, the flower buds look like pastel-colored popcorns. He sent another text, “So pretty, but you’re prettier.”

Seven months ago this would’ve made you cringe. The wonders of being madly in love are really incredible. You couldn’t wait for him to come home.

“I love you. Enjoy your day :*” you hit send, just in time as Steph and the clients from today’s high profile brand arrived. She strutted towards your direction to introduce them. You and Jae stood up to meet them. Steph pointed towards you and Jae, “These are Y/N and Jae, they will be directing this campaign shoot.” You held your hand out to the two younger brand managers, who according to her, are being trained by their senior manager who just entered the studio.

You wished your eyes were fooling you. But they’re not. As he walked towards you, Steph thought he needed an introduction. “Oh, and here’s our senior brand manager, Kun.”

Jae, who sat beside you, held his hand out to greet him. But Kun, dressed in a spotless dress shirt, black tailored pants and leather dress shoes swaggered passed Jae, straight to you, and met your otherwise limp hand for a handshake. His eyes, brooding and sharp, lingered on you for a while. “Long time no see, Y/N.”

——

“Did you even love me for real?” you asked Kun, as the two of you talked on the stairwell of his apartment. It wasn’t even talking, it was just you talking him back into your relationship which he ended a month ago after going home from Bangkok.

Kun sighed, held his temples and was growing impatient with you asking the same questions all over again despite your break-up. “Y/N, look, okay, I did. I loved you.”

Alright. The way he emphasized the past tense of “love” was enough to open the floodgate of tears flowing. You started sobbing as Kun continued talking, “It’s just, Y/N, honey, I’m not my best self, okay? It’s not you. I want to be my best self first.”

That was a lie. If there is something Kun is good at, it’s believing in himself. Always. That’s why when he got a promotion, he had no second thoughts but to fly to Bangkok to seize the opportunity. “But I love you now, and I will love you even if you want to find your best self.”

Kun can’t find the right words anymore. He just repeated what he had said, eyes on the floor “Now, I just want to be my best self, Y/N.” And you understood what he meant, he just wanted to continue finding the best in him, even if it costs your relationship.

You feel pathetic. You are pathetic. But you’re already there. You dared to ask him, “Was it Kannika?” Kun raised his head at the sound of that name. That was the name of the girl he was with on his Instagram stories, the week he was in Bangkok to visit the regional office of his agency. Kannika was a fellow brand manager in the regional office, and he was bound to be relocated in Bangkok in a week.

The mention of her name in the messy conversation riled Kun, “Aaaah. Y/N, you went all the way here this early just for this.” his tone obviously annoyed, the efforts of him not raising his voice on you all in vain.

You are a crying mess now, sobbing like a toddler in the stairwell leading to Kun’s unit. He didn’t even invite you in. You held tightly on the railings, bargaining, desperate to bring back a hopeless relationship. Kun held your shoulders to steady you, persistent to end this now, “Y/N, go home and rest, I’ll get you a ride so you can go home comfortably.”

There wasn’t a proper closure for this relationship. Kun saw an opportunity for himself and seized it. He said maybe it’s time for both of you to part ways. Suddenly, he talked about growth. But you two were growing together. It just doesn’t make sense.

The car came and Kun opened the doors for you, “Take care, Y/N.” he said, as he kissed your nose.

And just like that, Kun Qian conveniently took you out of his apartment and his life. That day, you lost both your best friend and the love of your life.

A month after, he fled to Bangkok to pursue his regional brand manager career and his best life—all of which you can only see via his Instagram.

One afternoon, with no one to talk to and while breaking down from the burnout of your new job, a failed online business and a month-old breakup, you checked his Instagram account because you missed him terribly. On his curated feed, you can see a new update on the top most left part of the grid—you tapped to view his new life update. It’s a photograph of Kun and the beautiful Thai girl in Phuket, smiling happily in a setting sunset. The caption reads, “My beautiful flower, Kannika.” 15. The Daily Grind evolves at night from a café into an intimate speakeasy bar serving locally-brewed beer. They turned the lights dim and low, and jazz started playing on the turntable by 7:00 PM. Jae invited you for a few drinks and a short bestie time after finishing the 4-day shoot of Kun’s brand. Wendy served your drinks as the two of you sat on the barstool overlooking the window. Jae took a piece of sweet potato chip and threw it into his mouth. “This guy Kun, a complete psycho.” “Ugh, do we have to talk about him Jae, I had enough of him for the last four days.” you told Jae after a swig of beer. Jae was quiet. He didn’t know about him much, but he knew enough from the crying fits in front of your office computer on the small work table you two used to share. “We’re basically twins separated from birth but I haven’t asked about him since then ‘cause all I know is the breakup was so bad you needed to befriend a seatmate with extreme anger management issues to get on with everyday life.” That joke was half-meant.

You sighed, tired from work and tired of the thought of Kun. You realized you haven’t unloaded to Jae about this. It was five years in the making. You kept it short and simple. “We have been together since college. He was my best friend and boyfriend. In a short visit to Bangkok years ago, he realized there’s a brighter life ahead of him, without me in it.” “That’s fucked up.” Jae shook his head, as he took another swig of his beer. “Falling out of love and growing apart happens, I guess.” You grabbed a chip. “And he also met a girl?” Jae asked.

“Yeah” you answered, as you crunched on the chip. “Naturally. Predictable.” Jae sighed as he put down his bottle. “That time, I just thought the longer years you are together, the more impossible you’ll fall out of it.” Jae is just listening intently. You continued, “You give so much, without asking for something in return and suddenly, there’s nothing left in him to give to you.” Jae zoned out in your question. There was silence for a while. He motioned to Wendy for another bottle of beer and answered you finally, “You can love for ten years and you can love for 10 days, both need work just the same,” he paused, chugging the last of his local-brew, “When one of you stops working to keep that love. It's as good as over. That’s love for you.” —— Katy found you in your apartment lying in your bed in the pajamas you were wearing last Friday night. Your unresponsive ass since yesterday sent her into a panic. It’s Sunday afternoon now. You slept your weekend away, waking up in unusual hours to pee and have something to eat. There’s a half-eaten ramen cup on the coffee table that doubles as your dining table in your small apartment. Katy stepped on an opened bag of chips, the contents all over the unpolished wooden floor. Katy shrugged you on your small bed, motionless like a rock, “Y/N, hey.” You woke up and thought twice if you should pretend you’re just sleeping. But Katy went out of her way to check on you. On cue, you opened your eyes, Katy letting out a small sigh. “There you go. Step one is waking up.” You rose from your bed as Katy scoured for clothes on your clothes rack. She took a clean university shirt and house shorts. “Step two is taking a bath so you can smell like a human again.” she handed you the clothes. You sat at your bed, trying to hold an impending cryfest, again. Katy saw this and mumbled under her breath, “Shit. You really loved that ass do you?” You nodded as you wiped the tears overflowing from your eyes. You wiped and held your eyelids to stop them from coming out. These stupid, useless things won’t stop watering. When you felt like your throat relaxed a bit, you answered Katy, “I DID.” “DID.” Katy repeated the word with so much conviction. DID. You used to. Yes, you used to love Kun. It’s done now. Katy went on, “Step 4 is acknowledging the truth of the past.”

That day, Katy urged you to take four steps out of your bed, into the bathroom, and away from Kun Qian. When the feelings get worse, repeat from step 1. As simple as shampooing your smelly hair.

This went on for days. A month later, you made another step. Step 5, make new memories. Everything that reminds you of him, you’ll make new memories. You held out a vintage vinyl record you stacked at your table, amidst bags of bread and instant ramen. It was from your seatmate Jae, after finding out about your break up. There is a short note pasted on the sleeve, and it reads “Stay Angry, Not Foolish.” you laughed as you took the record out of the aging sleeve and played it on your second hand turntable. That day, Jae helped you create your first fresh memories of things that remind you of Kun. Afternoon bubble teas, new memories. Stairwells, new memories. Vintage records that you two used to listen to all day, new memories. Bit by bit you get used to him not being around anymore, with help from your friends, and onto discovering your best life yet. 16. Kun Qian made sure to make these days miserable, even before waking up. You woke up breathless from a recount of the stairwell break-up in your dream. It was horrible. You thought Kun liking your instagram post months ago was merely a ghost you could contain in the four corners of your phone screen. It was harmless, you’ve moved on from him, and you are absolutely happy with Johnny. But perhaps, heartbreaks, and loss in general take too long or don’t heal at all. You just get used to them. When you get broken in a million pieces, you lose bits of you you can’t pick up again and you do your best to hold on with the remaining pieces you can keep in your hand—holding on to them carefully, hoping the bits and pieces of you won’t get lost any further. In that four-day photoshoot, he made it a point to invite himself in your life again. He would get you coffee, sit beside you on break times, and initiate small talks—so easy for him, like he has not forcefully pulled you out of his life then. You would interact with him for courtesy, he is after all, a client. The last thing you want is office drama in the middle of a high-profile project. But every client meeting, every email received, every mention of his name—your hands would tremble holding the remaining bits and pieces of you together, the parts of you that you worked hard for to make you whole again. Kun Qian started making your world and his smaller, and it’s suffocating the heck out of you. ——

As soon as 5:00 PM  strikes, you grab your stuff and jolt out of the office. Johnny is returning today and was supposed to fetch you from work. Jae promised to vouch for you when the meeting with Kun’s brand is finished. It could have been an email, but Kun was hyper active to align with Steph and the team from time to time. You ran out of the elevator and into the building lobby to see Johnny in the waiting area. His face lit up at the sight of you, his arms opened wide as you approached for an embrace. Your face fell right above his chest, his heartbeat beating against your ear. His scent brings you a certain calm, something you never had for the past days. “How are you, little freak?” his hands gently caressed your nape. “I missed you a lot, Y/N.” You nestled into his chest and lifted your face up, “I missed you too! Dinner? We don’t have food at home yet.” “I expected it to happen.” Johnny laughed as he held your hand and walked with you to The Grind.

——

“I’ll serve your meal in 15 minutes!” Wendy said, as she serves your iced coffees ahead. You and Johnny settled at your favorite spot, side by side at the small table from across the cafe window.

Your phone lit up with a message from Jae, “The devil has left the building.” accompanied by a throwing up emoji. Jae shared with you the same disdain for Kun now, apart from your long history, he couldn’t handle his arrogance ever since the first day he met him.

Putting your phone down, you faced Johnny and asked about Singapore. He marveled about the Flower Dome and how you would love it there, the new acquaintances he met, and the conference he was so honored to attend. The trip opened up opportunities for him, and you couldn’t be any happier.

“By the way, I have something for you.” A present? Again? Johnny took out a small velvet box he rested on a table. “Open it.” The box reveals an intricate gold ring, in the shape of an iris flower. The gold band looked like a rounded stem, the iris blooming at one end. It was beautifully detailed, it looked like a small flower gilded in gold. The gift and the gesture shocked you speechless, “Johnny, it’s...it’s beautiful.” was all you can say.

Johnny took the ring and placed it in your finger. “The auntie said Iris means promise and hope, but I bought it because it reminded me of you.” Iris is the scent of your perfume he loved so much, and the flower from the night where both of you opened up to each other. The ring fits perfectly in your left ring finger, glimmering in the yellow lights of the cafe.

“I love it. Thank you Johnny.” You planted a kiss on his cheek when a familiar voice calls you from across the cafe. “Y/N!” It was Kun. The sight of him made you warm and suddenly the café felt stuffy. He walked towards your table and invited himself to sit. “I was looking for you after the meeting.”

Suddenly, you felt a lump on your throat and couldn’t say a thing. As usual, he introduced himself to Johnny. “I’m Kun, I’ve been working with their agency since last month.” he held out a hand at Johnny, who pleasantly shook it, not knowing anything.

Kun would have had a clue that Johnny and you are together, just by the body language he witnessed. And as sharp as he is, he would know, from the instagram post he liked months ago. With what’s little left of you and your anxiety that’s starting to flare up, you briefly explained to Johnny the brand, and how he must have been given the project if he wasn’t in Singapore.

“Ah! You’re a photographer I see. Y/N and I, we used to be interested in it too in college.” Kun was running his mouth a little too fast to your dismay. “We go way back.” he emphasized. “College friends. It’s a shame I couldn’t make it to shoot for you.” Johnny said enthusiastically, still without a clue. You’re starting to feel wobbly, fidgeting with your hands and the fabric of your skirt. You clasped your hands tightly together, holding on to the bits and pieces.

“College friends,” Kun chuckled menacingly as he adjusted the watch on his wrist. “Or more than that.” Kun shot you a gaze that lingers, “This cafe, god, we would love to hang out in this cafe back in those days.” from you, his eyes scanned the vicinity of The Grind, his pronouns always referring to the both of you. Johnny glanced at you, catching up already. Kun wouldn’t stop, he pointed to one of the vintage vinyl records hanging on the wall, “I gifted her with a thrifted album on her birthday, and we’d play it every afternoon with a secondhand turntable. You must’ve known she loves music since then.” Kun directed the question to Johnny, making it a point to let him know that he knew you well. His lips formed into a smile, his dimples that you used to love, now two craters of chaos and menace.

Your discomfort must have been apparent in your face now. Johnny replied, “Well, I know Y/N loves music and records a lot, but I didn’t know how her favorite hobby started.” He smiled nonchalantly at Kun. He also noticed your hands clasping tightly on your lap, holding on to the bits and pieces. Johnny continued,  “But it’s okay, I have a lot of time ahead to get to know her better.” he rested a hand on your fidgeting hands, already red and throbbing. Wendy dashes into your table to serve your food. Kun nodded to Johnny and eyed you two intently. He ended his intrusion and stood up from the table, “Well, that’s my cue,” he fixed his shirt and grabbed his coffee cup, “I’ll see you two around.”

15 minutes. It took Kun Qian less than 15-fucking-minutes to single-handedly shook out the bits and pieces of you that you tried so hard to protect all these years. 17. Hand in hand, you and Kun ran to your university’s football field after your 2:00 PM class. It was a warm and sunny day, so people would play along the grass to kill time. You settled on a patch of grass away from the students playing ball, the discarded white curtain from your theater class as a makeshift mat.

Kun opened the suitcase record player he thrifted after giving you your first vinyl record. You placed the overplayed record on the spindle and positioned the stylus on the first track. The old thing started humming into life, its speakers gargling the song out.

Most of your university life is a variant of this moment—you and Kun, sweaty college students on a budget while enjoying a simple afternoon, bubble tea in hand, listening to your overplayed vintage record despite the vintage speakers seeing better days. Some days, the two of you would nap throughout the afternoon, until your next class. A football would hit you two occasionally, in between conversations about your dreams. This afternoon, perhaps the sun is just right and the wind blows softly, so you lie down on Kun’s lap and close your eyes as he reads a book. You wish you could live in this moment forever—warm sun, cool wind and Kun by your side. His gentle eyes grow brooding and sharp when he focuses on a book. A wind softly blew and he planted a kiss on your nose before he goes back to reading. You know for sure, nothing matters but this very, present moment.

——

The drive home was quiet. Johnny’s eyes are fixed on the road, the car lights reflecting on his deep and focused gaze. You fingered the iris ring he gave you earlier, staring at the window. Nobody said a single word. You never hated Kun so much as now.

When he pulled up at your apartment lobby, he finally said, “I would have appreciated it if you told me that you've been uncomfortable working with him for the past few days.”

Here it goes now. “I didn’t think it mattered, the project would have ended eventually, anyway.” You thought you’ll close this project and never see him again, but Kun was persistent.

“But he looked like he had other plans.” Johnny tapped the steering wheel, head shaking. He added, “And you look like fainting any moment, and you plan to just get it over with?” his voice rising up a little.

“Look, It's not like I want this to happen!” you snapped at him. “Everytime I see him, I get reminded of how bad it felt to be at my rock bottom state and it's suffocating Johnny.“

Suddenly, the bad feelings are back. You clenched your hands again—holding the bits and pieces of you together. Your throat is lumpy. Your eyes, an overflowing mess. Your mind, all over the place. 

Johnny wanted to hold and comfort you but he was also caught and confused at the moment. “I just want you to know that I don’t give a shit about him. I’m just worried about you.” He didn’t know exactly what happened between you and Kun, and he wishes he knows more than his girlfriend currently spiraling into a mental breakdown.

He tried to hold your shaking shoulders, “I’ll bring you upstairs so you can take a—“

You cut him off. “Break. I, I, need to take a break Johnny.”

Johnny pulled back, startled, and couldn’t say a word.

You went on, “This is too much for me right now. And maybe, maybe I’m not yet ready for this, I’m sorry.” you opened the car door and started running into your apartment building.

“Hey, Y/N, hey wait!” Johnny scrambled to get out of the car, but he was quick and was suddenly at his feet, stopping you in your tracks. “Why?”

You looked at him with red and tired eyes, “What, why?”

“Seven whole ass months and you’re not ready? Why cut me off? Why don’t you want me to help?” His eyes now merely holes of confusion, mouth open in surprise, hands tightened on your elbows.

You simply couldn’t answer him right now. You want to be as far away as possible, from anything, from anyone.

“I’m sorry. Please—“ you shook out of his grip violently and ran away from him.

18. Jae carried the box of your bridesmaids gown as you walked across the streets to his car. “Seriously, Y/N.” he continued scolding you, like the hour he’s running his mouth on you in the bridal shop isn’t yet enough, “Johnny just wants the best for you, why do you need to cut him off?”

“I didn’t cut him off, I just said, I needed a break!” you made your steps bigger so you can catch up on Jae. “You didn’t, but you haven’t talked for the past three weeks?” He was squeezing the box with his hands, the beautifully done bow now a mess. You hit his hand and took the box to carry yourself.

“Well Jae, I definitely needed more than a day to think over a relationship trauma?” you calmly explained, as the two of you stopped where his car was parked. “Kun wasn’t just an ex, I was with him for years before I even knew what I wanted or wanted to be.He’s a part of what makes me, me, now.”

Jae heaved a sigh and eyed the floor. He does this when you make a point, and both of you hate it when the other person is right. You continued, “I just wanted to clean up the mess that he carelessly swept off under the rug for the past five years.”

“Is that necessary, Y/N? And how are you going to do that?” Jae took out the keys to his car. “I’ll have to figure it out yet,” you started walking past Jae’s car, “and I’m going home by myself.” “Hey, hey.” Jae caught up to you and took the box from you forcefully. “Quit it! So dramatic, god, I’m taking you home!” he said, rolling his eyes as he pressed the keys to his car. ——

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in I can see you're lonely down there Don't you know that I am right here? Johnny called it a day early from work, not even in the mood for drinks with Mark and Andy after a hard day’s work.

For the past seven months, he would fetch you from work and stay over. Sometimes a movie sounds like a good idea until he falls asleep on the couch, hand buried deep in a popcorn bowl. Sometimes, in true Johnny and Y/N fashion, you would get breakfasts for dinner. It has been three weeks of unlearning this routine for Johnny. Or maybe not unlearn, he’s not really sure. You asked for a break to think things over, and he gave it to you. He’s really not the gray area kind of person, always decisive and straightforward, but this is him meeting you halfway.

Johnny opened the door to his apartment and threw his things on his almost empty couch, your white oversized hoodie sprawled on one of the couch arms. He unbuttoned his shirt and headed to the bathroom to wash up—the loose door knob he thought of having repaired after flying back from Singapore, reminding him of you yet again. Everywhere he looks in his apartment, he sees you.

“Fucking crazy.” Johnny chuckled sarcastically. After washing up, he opened his closet to get changed and saw the gray tuxedo suit and grayish blue necktie he prepared with you for Katy’s wedding, which by the way, is happening tomorrow. 

Right, the wedding. Johnny forgot to change into fresh clothes. He sat on his bed instead, the city lights from outside his window reflecting on his bare upper body.

The suit gave him a thought. He pondered sending you a message. He grabbed his phone but before he could write anything, he remembered how Jae briefly recounted the deal between you and Kun over a few drinks—how Kun was your partner since college. Literally the person you build dreams with, and one day, he decided he’s better off finding his best self, without you. He at least understood a fraction of why you felt shook to the core on his return, so he just kept on waiting, and waiting, for three weeks now.

He started off his message with a nonchalant greeting, but he deleted it right away. It’s not as if these are normal times. He thought hard again, and knew exactly what he had to say, straightforward and simple.

—— “Do you want me to come with you on Katy’s wedding?” your phone lit up with Johnny’s message while binging a series, which you really couldn’t follow anymore because you are incredibly distracted.

Right, the wedding. You felt a little guilty almost forgetting Katy’s wedding. She sent you a bridesmaid’s package earlier, which is sitting unopened with your gown on the dining table.

It’s been three weeks thinking if a closure was necessary, but you haven’t spoken to Kun ever since the incident at The Grind. You just couldn’t bring yourself lifting a single finger again for him.

You abandoned your tv series completely and walked to your dining table. You opened the box of your dress first—the v-neckline organza gown that Katy fitted on the dress shop. But this one is in an ash gray color, and when the light hits, it turns into a subtle shade of blue. The bodice of the gown is peppered with silver rhinestones, the gems emitting tiny sparkles in between layers of organza. You remembered Johnny bought a suit to match your dress for Katy’s wedding day, slightly darker gray pair, and a light blue tie to match.

Opening up Katy’s gift next, the silver box tied with a powder blue ribbon had a Bluebell flower scented candle, tiny black sesame and blueberry flavored French macarons, and a tin of Earl Grey tea. You would know exactly what’s inside because Katy asked you to curate the things yourself being the “more visionary” between the two of you. In the bottom of the box, buried in shredded silver paper, is a note. You broke the wax seal with Katy’s initials on it and read the letter:

“My dear, Y/N. For formality, I’ve sent you a box of the gifts you so tastefully curated yourself.

Thank you, ever since the beginning. This is my gift for you.

STEP 6: Be happy.

I love you and I got you forever.

Katy”

19.  You walked down the aisle in the arms of Katy’s younger brother, the skirt of your gown flowing gracefully, not a fabric sliding in between the heels of your silver shoes. A thin, rhinestone headband holds the tastefully undone strands of your twisted chignon hairstyle.

The whole entourage is a sight to see—the ladies in dove gray gowns, holding bouquets of beautiful blue peonies. The gentlemen, dashing in navy blue suits and gray bow ties. The glass ballroom, which sits in the middle of a vast courtyard with wonderful flora and foliage, is dressed with blue hydrangeas, hyacinths and baby’s breath.

You sat among the rows of bridesmaids. Amidst the tower of flowers and attendees, you were looking around if Johnny decided to show up. Not that you are expecting him to, especially after refusing to communicate for the past three weeks. You checked your text message thread, the last message is what you sent him last night, “Only if you want to. I’d love for you to come.”

Maybe talking to him last night instead of fake-binge-watching a tv series would have been a better idea if you had the audacity to say “I’d love for you to come.” But you really would love to. The past weeks have just been really exhausting for you mentally. 

You never talked to Kun again, even out of courtesy, when he would visit the office. There’s not even a hint of hatred. There’s just—nothing. You thought about it over and over again. What would you need a closure for? The feelings you’ve felt before are the worst, yes, but there’s no no need to clean the mess up, because there is just nothing left now. He seems to already get the message anyway and from then on, his visits become less frequent, later on just condensed into twenty-word emails. Warm regards.

Katy walked down the aisle as the classical music swells—her eyes fixed on the man on the other side of the room, the love of her life. It was a golden moment, the present, promising a future. Seeing Katy this happy makes you happy as well.

“Step 6: Be happy.” she wrote in her letter. And yes, you have thought about it. You are now choosing to be happy. You have come a long way since step 5. The only way is one step forward.

You seem to take the vow alongside Katy and her husband to be, yes you are choosing happiness—from this day forward.

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Yesterday, it finally came, a sunny afternoon I was on my way to buy some flowers for you Thought that we could hide away in a corner of the heath There's never been someone who's so perfect for me Katy, in high spirits from her marriage and champagne, is calling out names of her bachelorette friends for the bouquet throw. You hated these things. You casually headed towards the sliding doors of the hall to escape, but Katy caught your eyes and was on the verge of calling you. She flashed you a smile and nodded instead, letting you go.

You slid the glass doors open and were startled to see Johnny, who was meaning to enter the hall just as you were about to get out.

“Johnny.” it was the first time you saw him after wanting to take a break from your seven-months long relationship. 

“Sorry, I’m late.” Johnny smiled at you softly. You stepped out of the porch and slid the doors closed behind you. “Katy?” he asked.

“Drunk and hitting people with her bouquet.” You and Johnny chuckled as you saw Katy accidentally hitting a bridesmaid’s face with her bouquet. There was a short silence after, “Can we talk?”

He nodded and led you down the steps of the porch. You briefly walked along the cobblestone steps of a pathway in the courtyard sandwiched between rows of trees, leading to a small pond with floating candles and water lilies. Bushes of various flowers are planted around the area. Vintage iron lamp posts lit the pond beautifully at night. Johnny stood still across the edge of the pond and faced you.

“I think I overdressed for the occasion.” you laughed as he adjusted his powder blue necktie. He was wearing the crisp gray suit he bought with you before leaving for Singapore, purposely matching your ash gray gown. He brushed his hair up again, as usual, a comma of a strand, falling on his forehead.

“Didn’t want them to think you’re the groom do you?” You fixed the necktie he adjusted and put it in place, and swiped a loose thread away from his shoulders. Johnny’s eyes lingered at your face as you do this, noticing again the things he haven’t seen for a while—your lips slightly pouting when fixing something, your eyelashes thick and curled up gracefully, your eyes, how he loved your eyes, when it gazes on him and the light makes them look soft and gentle. He goddamn missed you a lot but he kept quiet and let you talk first.

“I’m sorry for shutting you out, that was careless of me.” You fiddled with your hands, already sweaty. 

“Kun was a thing of the past.” A monumental one at that, a lesson learned. Just a bad memory. But Johnny is here and now, “I’m just afraid of the slightest possibility of the bad things happening again to perfectly good things.” 

Johnny is still quiet. Waiting for the next words you’ll say, his brown eyes fixed on yours. You clenched your hands tightly in fists. “But if you will let me be more careful AND braver now, I’d love for us to work it out, day and night, tirelessly. I’ll work it out for you, Johnny.”

He held your anxious hands to stop them from shaking. “Y/N, when you get anxious, let me calm you down.” he squeezed your hands gently. You can feel the edges of your eyes getting watery. “I’ll make new memories with you with the things you used to love.”

He continues, “I want to be there in your good days, your bad days, your okay days and the days in between.” his right hand found its place in your neck, gently lifting your face up so your eyes can meet. “I can’t promise it will always be great days, but I’ll try my best.”

You’re goddamn crazy Johnny Suh. He wiped a tear silently escaping your glittered eye. “When we’re together, there’s fucking music playing,” he took out a stray eye lash on your cheek, “You are the record I’d love to listen to until it’s last spin, and I hope I am the same for you, too.”

Johnny Suh is the record you’ll wear out and try to find again soon if it gets broken. “You are absolutely it, Johnny. And I fucking love you.”

He caressed your hand and thought of something for a moment. He walked towards the flower bushes along the pond and plucked a lone blue iris flower by the stem. Johnny clumsily wrapped the stem of it on your ring finger and tied it in place—iris is the flower of promise and faith. The little bloom would take the place of the ring he gifted you for the meantime.

“I fucking love you too, Y/N.” Johnny laced his hands gently on your neck and lifted your face for a passionate kiss under the patio lights. 20. Johnny zips you off your gown and throws his suit jacket away. His brown eyes lingered on you as you slid off your organza dress while he unbuttoned his dress shirt. There are pairs of shoes and a necktie trailing from his apartment door. What’s left is your delicate lace lingerie pair and his suit pants.

His hands crawl from the palms of your hands, trailing your arms and into the crooks of your neck. He lifts your chin and leans in for a kiss—gentle but deep and passionate.

He caught a faint scent of your perfume as his soft and plump lips trails the curves of your neck, your breaths going deeper as he continues to the smoothness of your bare shoulders, his teeth unhooking your bra strap. Tonight, you can feel him wanting to go gentle and slow—retracing the edges of his and your desire in the midst of absence.

Johnny held the back of your head as he lay you down on his bed, taking a good look at your face before he dived into another kiss. In a minute, his lips flutter down your neck, and down to the slopes of your laced breasts. Your hands begin to rediscover the cuts of his body, which you loved to kiss, and the miles and miles curve of his back. Your nails dug deep into his skin when he would swirl his tongue against a nipple—the lace multiplying the sensations a thousand times.

You thought this could go on forever—his hands taking over the job of his tongue now as he starts leaving butterfly kisses on your tummy, onto your navel and pelvis, before sliding your lace panties off your legs. His hands still busy fondling your breasts, you open your legs for him as he starts wetting your folds repeatedly with a flat tongue. He didn’t need to do much but it was setting you into a spin already.

“Ugh, John…” you gently groaned, your hands slowly curling its way through his hair. He didn’t answer, but he swirled his tongue exactly where you wanted him to. “Yes, yes…”

You closed your eyes shut and arched your back as he ate you down to his liking, your muffled cries filling the silence of the room. He stopped at one point, and you opened your eyes to see him bringing his face closer to you. You almost feel disappointed until he smiles at you slyly and brings two fingers to tease your clit.

“Does this feel good?” he asked, eyes hooded and face flushed, as he massaged your sweet spot in a circular motion. 

“Yes, that feels so good,” you answered him, eyes closed, feeling his fingers’ every movement. “Just keep going.” and you found your hands reaching for the buckle of his belt.

Just as you undone his buckle, you opened your eyes to see him watching you easing into your high as he simultaneously rubs you to your most sensitive spot. “John, please, I—“ was all you could say when he stopped what he was doing, your pussy robbed and throbbing.

“Beautiful. Show me that beautiful face.” Johnny whispered with his deep, throaty voice as held your chin up and kissed you briefly. He stood up in a hurry to undo his dress pants. You can make him out despite the dark—he was as angry and aroused as you are and you're already dripping folds.

He leaned on you as he brought his tip to your entrance and closed his eyes shut as he pushed inside you tightly, getting a soft, muffled moan from you. Johnny would thrust with just the right force so you could feel him pushing in and pulling out, over and over. His left hand held to your cheek, to watch your face crying in pleasure, your breasts holding on to your bra, bouncing in every move. After one thrust, you found his mouth on your left breast fighting the lace fabric of your lingerie.

You held his face for a while to ask. “Can I ride you tonight, baby?” he nodded, his face now brooding and his brown eyes deep. With him still inside you, you rose slowly into a sitting position on top of and with him, your hands holding on his strong shoulders. His hands slowly travel the curve of your back as he unclasps your bra. Johnny sensually rubs his face on your neck, ot breaths and groans in between, as you slowly start to rock back and forth from him.

Your breasts move up and down and your loose curls gently fall on your shoulder as you push yourself in and out from him in rhythmic beats. Johnny held to your breasts and squeezed them tightly as you exchanged moans in every movement. “Harder, baby.” he asked you with misty eyes as you hammered into him harder. 

You threw your head back and rammed harder with each and every moan when you started to feel the sensation moving in and out of your body. Johnny held his hands tight to your hips, throaty whimpers coming from him. Beads of sweat slid down on his temples and chest. You could feel yourself climaxing at any moment but you would squeeze into him tightly and rock slower to retain the momentum.

“So fucking tight, love.” he whispered to your ear yet again, his breath hot against your neck. You could feel your insides throbbing and pulsating from the delayed pleasure. Johnny reached for a deep passionate kiss, his tongue working its way on your mouth. You could feel him growing inside of you. If you could push into him and deeper, you would, continuously, only for him.

You broke the otherwise delicious kiss because the pleasure is overwhelming your senses. “Johnny, fuck, I can’t take it anymore.” you whimpered as you rocked him gently again feeling yourself on the edge, “Come with me baby.”

Eyes fixed on your face in blissful agony, Johnny tightened his hands onto your waist to help you hammer into him. Muffled cries of pleasure escape your lips in every thrust and he would groan deeply in chorus. His length crushes against your sweet spot, “Shit. That feels so good.”

Johnny heaved a deep sigh and held your neck as he inched his face into yours closer, foreheads now resting on each other. “Don’t close your eyes and come with me love.” Your arms tightened on his shoulders, the two of you now chest to chest as well. You hammered into him with what’s left of your frail energy, bodies coiling upward in unison, skins raw and red in friction. Little muffled moans condensed into a hiccup, you and Johnny’s eyes locked together riding each others’ waves and pleasure blinding you both into oblivion.

You can feel his release, warm and dripping from your already wet womanhood as your shaking body collapses into his weight. You rest your head at the base of his neck, swooning, as you feel yourself throb continuously. Johnny’s weight falls on you too, his panting quick and his broad shoulders rising up and down. Your bodies entangled together, moist in sweat.

He pulled back to plant a kiss on your forehead, your nose, and your lips. As he look into your face, his honey brown eyes clear as water gazing into you, your feelings overflow. “God, I love you Johnny Suh.” 21. Afternoon. The soft sunlight of the golden hour emanates from your apartment window.

Johnny placed your Harry’s House record on your turntable and lowered down the stylus at the second track, the lemon-yellow record started spinning your most favorite song: When nothin' really goes to plan You stub your toe or break your camera I'll do everythin' I can To help you through He lay down on your couch as you placed a cup of coffee beside a tiny vase with a single yellow tulip, by the coffee table. You nestled yourself with him for an afternoon nap, and Johnny wrapped his left hand on your back as you buried your face on his oversized hoodie. You caught a whiff of his perfume—tobacco, tea, and jasmine, a scent familiar to you now.  You looked at him for a while and found comfort at his familiar face as well.

You made a whole new lot of familiar moments and memories. Bubble tea runs and grocery shopping, breakfasts for dinner, dirty jokes whispered while running down stairwells, vinyl records gifted in both special and ordinary days, and the list goes on. But afternoons like this are the moments you love so much—to lie still in silence, doing absolutely nothing but still look forward and reach for such familiar moments in the days to come.

You wouldn’t mind repeating these afternoons over and over again, like a record spinning continuously with your favorite song.

The golden hour sunlight hits your still, sleeping faces as the record reaches its last track, the needle mindlessly spinning continuously in the quiet.

[mcalhenwrites]

Trigger warning for people being dumb shits about animals they claim to love!!!

Me: "Never tell me about your fucked up family, they're awful" My mom: *ignores this EVERY FUCKING TIME* My mom: *tells me about a stray dog that was cute while she was at her mom's, tells me they gave it water and called animal control* My mom: "But my sister wanted to give it stuffing as food, I stopped her! So she gave it tuna noodle she'd made for lunch instead. That's not so bad!" Me: "Did that tuna noodle have cream of mushroom in it? Because high salt content just like the stuffing, flour just like the stuffing, and mushrooms are toxic to dogs." My mom: "Oh no!" Me: "She literally could have given it some of the cat's food and it would've been better off." My mom: "I was just trying to tell you about a cute dog and now you're upset." YES?! OF COURSE I AM?! YOU HAVE GOOGLE ON YOUR PHONE HOLY FUCK WHY ARE YOU "DOG" PEOPLE WHO FEED DOGS PEOPLE FOOD!!!! FUCK YOU!!! Same family where my fortunately-fucking-dead-as-shit grandfather fed his dog grapes, when told they were toxic, mocked the idea and kept feeding his dog grapes btw stuffing also has onions, so you have flour, onions, salt or flour, mushrooms, salt (edit: also added cow's milk, which is not appropriate for pets!) My mom has been around when I've specifically tried to keep my cats away from my plates bc I eat mushrooms and I've SAID mushrooms are toxic. She says she forgot it had cream of mushroom in there to stop her sister, but like??? I DON'T CARE??? I mean, I do, but I don't care that you think people food is a solution bc that's NOT GOOD EVER FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK AHHHHH also it was friendly enough to approach, why didn't you try to contain it, it ran off so who knows if animal control will reach it... or pump the poor baby's stomach in time, tbh EDIT: I trained my dog not to approach me when I'm even eating people food. I trained my dog to leave people food alone, but even with him never going after that bag of chips I accidentally left on the table or whatever, I still don't RELY on that. (That was an accident and I'm still beating myself up for leaving them, and ETERNALLY grateful he ignored them. But it could've spelt his death.) I give Alvin (dog) bits of watermelon or canteloupe in TINY portions, sometimes even banana. I have also given him a little nibble of lean steak or chicken without seasonings, at a separate time from when I'm eating. I've given Mercedes bits of chicken and tiny nibbles of tuna or shrimp. (I bake unseasoned chicken breast and fed that to all the animals sometimes over a couple of days, just given them a few little shreds depending on their size.) But those are things DOGS AND CATS CAN EAT AND I TELL MY VET ABOUT IT TOO

#mcalhen personal

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

Pooperz

every song i listen 2 from now ONN / mo0bin forwarDDt HAZ to hav the redbone tune underneath it (song can b layered a bunch) n Thtz w NO eggceptions n settling . :-] N if u fuk me thru a soundcloud ad Thts how I kno u love me <3 .!!! i wrote a lil poetry zine on “on loving a trans boy” Cuz. like. idk. Not 2 get 222 personal but (Also if 222 is ur angel number i HATE U AND fuck U!!!!) it diff to experience as a queer person whut it lik to giv someone they T shot n lik actually see them grow n change thru it .!

Part of the poem i wrote (it on my poetry Ig account and tumblR) :

“the first time u intertwine ur body with him u will feel the pain it took for him to get here. yet all the strength. the battle the bruises the scars. u change ur semantics. and pay attention to his movements. resonate with the feeling of familiarity in a body torn open but completely soft. and the clothes are off. and we are both nude. but the vagina still remains an open wound. something u can not bandage. only describe as something reclaimed.”

Deezz NUTZ jk i mean Dis Week ish has been sad n i hav been doin 2 much blow n spiraling upwards Alwayzz n finding out u kan txt tha Suicide hotline now instead of Kall <3 *_* :-D !!!!! Also b4 they connect u with somEoNe they Ask if Ur Gay lmao cuz there a specialist Gay Person who knowz how to talk to u in a better way.?! i Tink watching Ded Poet Society triggered meH LOl. wellbutt anywayZzz.!!!! Nyfw w is overrrrr n I had nothing 2 do wiff it :/] but moi bestie dante Had a styling gig n wuz AMWZINGGGGGG.!!! :3 we went to a fashion show n Skipt line while he farted rly loud < im sry im puttin u on blast rn Babezz. > then blamed iT on Meh which bc of swiss army man A24 movie i WilL take tha blame cuz intimacy exists rly in Flatchulance n also sharing toilet 2gether in the backstage models bathroom of tha Fashion show resNorting old K we find our nostrils then Mixing rando drinkz we find on the makeup tablezz n bein surprised Dere r keBoobZ there n Pb n J sammyz. liK oK go OFF n actually b a professhh Fashion Show…!!!! den we fake watched tha superbowl at Hush in midtown N almost lost Praying”Gods FavZ” purse n i was caught littering my almond chocolate soy Milk on a stripper stage . Run!!!!! also dat E pill wuz rly cute it wuz pink n crown shaped but Wuz everything kinda not as happy and super blurry..!!! ?

Dissh week i also Swuirted to clairo nitecore edition :-]] n h8 havin adhd but at least im kNo how 2 eat salami by the Chub. (thts whut google calls it.) Hehehhehehehehe. gettin moi diagnosis finalized Tmrw hopefully n Gettin on Summ medicinez. im v adhd hyper fixated Rn on ice spice who Wuz also suppoSt 2 pull up 2 dat fashion show we were at butt didn’t. 4 now , everything Reminds meh of her</3 ….. Orange cones on tha st , pepper grinderzz/ shakers (spice) , 5 chinese spice , my friends dog “lunch” boXxx cuz his name rhymes w munch n n n n n Yah lik honestly Everything . ?!.?!

WakiNg Up w Negativez in my account cuz my Boss not bossa Nova forgot 2 paY meH ovEr thA course of Tha Last month N i didn’t even kno til i wuz in my Sexy crushes bed listening 2 Imogen heAp N In Tha Clurbb mixx by Sandalz n they wrote poetry 4 ffivee hours straight n My tummy hurteD fuz i was drinkin truffle SoY saUce from the bottle and i wuz manically checking my Bank statements 2 submit to Snapp HRA crackle Pop Rice Krispieeezzz. Also all of dis happened w a singulaR Vegan Taiwanese green onion pAnc@Ke on the floor on a chacoochie board with bulgolgi and kimchi n more truffle soy sauce . Untouched .

alSo found Untouched by the Veronicas on soundcloud but lik sped up n Holy shit i hav loved this song forever but literally lik YO diss is my heart..?!!!!!! “And I don't give a damn what they say, or what they think, think

'Cause you're the only one who's on my mind

I'll never, ever let you leave me

I'll try to stop time forever

Never wanna hear you say goodbye

I feel so untouched and I want you so much

That I just can't resist you

It's not enough to say that I miss you

And I need you so much

See you, breathe you

I want to be you

You can take, take, t-take, take, time, time

To live, live the way you gotta, gotta live your life

Give me, give me, give me all of you, you

Don't be scared, of seeing through the loneliness

I want it more, more, more

Don't even think about what's right or wrong, or wrong or right

'Cause in the end it's only you and me

And no one else is going to be around

To answer all the questions left behind

And you and I are meant to be

So even if the world falls down today

You've still got me to hold you up, up

And I will never let you down, down”

<33333

Y does it feel like moi crush doesnT like me rn. :-[ N Y do lesbians Always hav the MOST unstable Housing situationZ??? then either wanna UHaul with U or move to ASTORIA .?!? Also i hope all of u make assumptions about my sexuality bcuz i Rly rly rly like whipt cream from the Can , and raw . Emphasis on whiPped. n Cream. n RAWr xD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MEOW MEOW RAWR RAWR GRERRR!!!!!!!!!!!!1 i kant keep rereading the msg i didn’t Send i ended up calling n yelling n Thts whut got meh bLocked. :-[[ Rugratzs .!!! i luv staying up watching movies w my friends ex’s Im tryna get wiff and Accidwntally thinking K is coke and feeling lik SHIT butt watchin every1 giv intense eye contact n cleanin da house n then losing tha dog Lik WHTFFF.?! Then All of a sudden that plug pulls up N everyone is confused N also randomly the guy living upstairs has my iPhone location N pulls downstairs 2 hangs:-]]] i always wonder if I’m popular but in reality i am just breaking oUt on my ForeheAd cuz all i eat is fried Chiggen N moi green haired browneyedd luver looks like invader zimm sometimezz alotta Da time n i think they r SKUTE.!! n i lik their lisp! im SAD sad my 2/2 cis male friend is gOnna print out a sign on his door Dat Says “blood OathinG” with a Red Circle around it n a Line around it basically sayin NOOOOOoooOoOoOoT allowed.!! butt ima blood oath wiffhh invader Jim dish nxt week n it is a PLANZZ.!!

i wrote a poem ab our phone Kall tht has impacted meh m my heart n also this is a snippet of 1 of my poems in my new book i still writing Kalled STRAWBERRY DELIRIUM :-}}”my friends don’t wanna die anymore they wanna live . they don’t wanna slip away to shreds with fentanyl test strips. they still wanna snort k n apologize for being gay but we all r human longing for all of this…” N another poem tht explainzz this blog title. Cuz i luv my fwendz n shared a moment in which we found popperz.

“Felt that rush on my head

as i laid in ur bed

and found a vile hidden

under ur pillow

u laugh and i manically panic

turning bright lite crimson red

And when it spills all over ur arms

drip dropping like tap water

i snort it all off ur arms

and i h a t e the way it makes me feel

similar to the feeling like ill fall

when im in my platform shoes

going up n down ur spiral stair case that looks like slices of cheesecakes

and u sigh scream cuz u never liked them at all

and hate is a strong word but so is love

And i hate the way the poppers make me feel

but i do love you “

okIkkkKkkkKkk i kinda hate that poem but whatever. sooo Vday wuz cute it is n0T only single awareness day but reflecting on ur situationsjips day n feeling sad ab it day but whatev. NormalZe watching cHaterbAte on the subWay n mindIng ur FooOoking Business?..!! my Friends say if i were a sammicH i wuld b a caprese. butt i feel like a ruben. #misunderstood <\3 i hav been watching SM hellokitty n Fwendzz n realized am kuromi and hello kitty is my friend .!!! N i listen to metal N rock w my headphonezz Real Hi n Loud n mak moi own clothes .! N i hav a crush on badtzmaru cuz they look like a penguin dyke n their gender is X.!! <3 <3 🐧 🫶🏻👩🏻‍❤️‍👩🏻 they r epitome of sapphic Desirezz n untoxic uhaul luv<3 :-]

tIL nxt week.?? Carl wheezer luver n Cali King bed listener on Max volume on subway N my big three is adderal sun , ketamine moon , cocaine rising <3 Also no i did NOT clog tha toilet at a house party after party this week N no i did not need help unclogging it N no i don’t even poop or do popperz cuz i’m PERFECT…!!!!!!!<333

Xoxo,

Rennybabycutebabyangel plz buy my clothes n ask ab my story sale / failed depop. :-]

#blog

[suunnysyde]

Incorrect x reader Haikyuu quotes

Part 3, Karasuno edition !

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Hello! So, hi. This is the main team, Karasuno. So, i actually want to start writing things the intro other than if anyone knows the credits to tell and I’ll add them but yeah. Enjoy!


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Nishinoya: Did you know that one in 5 people are gay? That means someone in our group is gay!

(Y/N): I hope it’s Kiyoko, she’s really cute

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Nishinoya: are you a dom or a sub

(Y/N): I love dominos and subway but it really depends on the night and what I’m feeling

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(Y/N): are you talking to yourself?

Tsukki: it’s the only way I can have an intelligent conversation

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Daichi: listen up you little shits.

Daichi: not you (Y/N), you’re an angel.

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(Y/N): are you religious?

(Y/N): id like to introduce you to my religion

Nishinoya: what is it?

(Y/N): Asahi.

Nishinoya: I’m interested.

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Tanaka: hey babe I got something to show you.

(Y/N): you hit send on that mike wazowski picture and I hit end on our relationship

Tanaka: I have nothing to show you

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Tsukki: I have sharpest memory! Name one thing I forgot

(Y/N): you left Hinata in the parking lot, like three weeks ago.

Tsukki: I did that on purpose, try again.

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(Y/N): life is so meaningless, why am I alive?

Sugawara: what happened

Daichi: we didn’t stop at McDonald’s

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Kageyama: I guess what they say it’s true

Kageyama: the one we love the most hurts us the most

(Y/N), sighing: I’m sorry I drank the last milk box from the vending machine

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(Aged up)

(Y/N): what’s the worst decision you’ve made while drunk

Hinata: not to brag but I don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions

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(Y/N): YEAH? I STILL HAVE YOUR UNDERWEAR

Tsukki: WELL I STILL HAVE YOUR VIRGINITY

Sugawara, choking: NOT IN FRONT OF THE KIDS

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Yamaguchi: HAS ANYONE SEEN MY GIRLFRIEND, I LOST HER-

Sugawara: What do they look like

Yamaguchi, crying: beautiful

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Sugawara : [ answering phone ] hello?

(Y/N): it’s (y/n)

Sugawara: what did she do, is she okay?

(Y/N): no, it’s me, (y/n)

Sugawara: what did you do sweetheart, are you okay?

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Hinata: what does take out mean?

Kiyoko: food

Tanaka: Dating

Tsukki: murder.

Hinata:

(Y/N): all three of you want to have fun.

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Nishinoya: do you think I can fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Tsukki: you’re a hazard to society

(Y/N): and a coward, do twenty.

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Part 4 ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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