#also the finger on the edge of the picture in one of the gym clips

[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au ten another late birthday au (again) but hey ten time :3 find others here: johnny | haechan | taeil | taeyong | mark | jaemin | yangyang | yuta | sicheng | chenle | kun | yukhei | doyoung | jaehyun | jungwoo

not knowing what to say isn't a foreign feeling to you, yet when you come face to face with ten outside his apartment on this summer morning, you are almost too petrified to even string a sentence together

he's really just........leaving

ten shines a big smile and from the open door you hear kun's exasperated voice asking why in the world ten is packing up his entire existence for a program that's going to last two months

"you look nervous"

ten jokes first, running a hand through his dark hair which he's spent the colder months growing out

"im the one going to a different country and yet you look like you might turn green"

his laughter tickles you and you force yourself out of the weird, frozen feeling, for his sake

"im not nervous - it's just this is our first summer apart since what, highschool?"

ten leans against the frame of his door and lets kun scuttle past him with a scowl

yangyang and hendery bounce after him with ten's insane amount of luggage

"yeah but it's two months, not two decades. plus....you know how much ive always wanted to do this."

right. and here you are being selfish.

"of course, i mean it's literally the birthplace of ballet."

"technically that's italy, but france is a close second."

"i hate you"

ten pulls you into his arms before you register that this is your goodbye hug

"i'll miss you too."

kun drives everyone to the airport, he complains and cries the most.

sicheng gives you a knowing look when ten takes your wrist in his hand and tucks your arm between his.

you ignore the look, and focus on ten. on him. and then - when the switchboard pops up his flight info - he gives a bubbly and excited

"ive gotta go!"

and then summer starts, just as he's gone

"so when are you going to tell him you're in love with him."

sicheng brings the big gulp he stole from hendery up to his lips and you keep your eyes closed behind your sunglasses

"sorry, yukhei's not my type."

"you know im not talking about yukhei."

you dig your fingers into the sand beside your towel, the beach is already so noisy so you pretend you don't hear sicheng, but you still feel him looking.

you guess a part of it is true, you love ten. who doesn't?

is that the core of the issue then, that ten is so available and loveable and charming, that it makes him also unattainable?

or at least, unattainable to you.

you hear your phone buzz inside your bag and sicheng is being dragged into the water by the rowdy rest of your friend group

it could be a text from ten?

your mind excites, but you put out that fire

it's probably just spam.

ten does text and even video call the first two or so weeks while he's away

you get blurry photos of food at cafes and the eiffel tower, random fancy looking dogs being walked on the small, cramped streets

ten's connection is kind of bad - but he still gleams through the fuzzy facetime camera as he shows you around the room the dance academy has provided

pangs of his happiness and excitement seep into you

and then there's the first sign of worry comes knocking and twirling through his door

a group of other dancers, all beautiful and strong, asking ten - from the limited amount of french you catch - if he's done, they're waiting for him to go to a show with them

ten gives you a scattered, quick goodbye. he says he'll video call again.

all you get is an update text almost five days later that has no pictures attached just a;

im ok - by the way i totally miss eating hot chips with you at midnight. ive had like a banana smoothie and that's it.

sicheng and kun are the first to pick up on the shift, you are quietly withdrawing to yourself

nothing makes you laugh

ten doesn't reply to your question about what the paris metro looks like, actually he doesn't even read it

kun nearly tugs hendery's ear red when he shares a snap story of ten pressed cheek to cheek with his new dancer friends in front of the louvre when you're in the same room

the thing is you are not jealous of any of them.

you don't go around trying to find their facebooks, clicking on their instagram profiles, comparing you and them.

you are just sad to your bones that they will understand ten in such a way that no matter how long you two have been friends

you will never, truly know

"you're his best friend"

sicheng reasons on the phone as you stare up at the wall above your desk, littered in old pictures and clippings and your gaze catches on the ticket stub from ten's first-ever solo dance performance

it had been a talent show in highschool.

it had been the first time you saw ten perform outside the corner of his cramped bedroom or the glimpse you caught meeting up with him outside the dance academy

he's in paris, he's with people who love it so much more than i do - they love dancing like he loves dancing.

i cannot understand that.

"i think you were right sicheng."

"im always right."

i do love him. when am i going to tell him?

you hang up after sicheng has his i told you so moment and stare at your screen

a notification flashes across the screen and it's a text from ten

the trains here are blue. i miss you.

you want to reply right away, so you open the message and start typing

i miss you too. actually, i think i finally understand why people who are in love are so hurt when they're suddenly left without their other half and ten you are my o-

you delete the sentence and make a face

nice. i miss you too.

you don't send it - or at least you forget to because your fingers are shaking and you exit out of the messaging app before checking

abandoning your phone, you turn on your side and stretch your hand out to reach the edge of the bed

there's enough space between you and it for someone to fit, so you remember the countless times ten has laid there

smiling and laughing and tickling your face with his sleeping breath

you can't even recall a conversation because there have been hundreds

suddenly you feel a warmth creep up your skin

hundreds of opportunities to tell him - and each time i chose to be a coward.

"you should write him a letter."

"this isn't a movie, what - you think im going to write a letter and he'll jump on the first plane from france to come to my side?"

sicheng cocks an eyebrow as if to say it is a possibility

"no. im not writing a letter. i'll suck it up and confess when he comes back."

you somehow end up writing a letter.

maybe because you really do want to just send a long text spilling your mushy, soft, pink feelings

but you know that's just not what ten deserves

he deserves (and you do too, but you won't admit this) a face to face confession

so you start retelling the moments that flutter up in your heart whenever you think about him

how he makes the room brighter when he's in it, how he dances with every bone, joint, muscle in his body - how he approaches it with no inhibition and true devotion that paints its way across his face when he practices, how he fits perfectly into the hole that grows more massive every day you don't see him

standing there across the hall - coffee in hand, gym bag with his scuffed dance shoes

by the time you're finished - the letter is longer than you imagine. there are parts crossed and scribbled out, repetitive thoughts, and stupid little comments and metaphors that compare ten to flowers or clouds or anything else pretty in nature

you cringe at yourself, but you do feel better

it could be your outline for when the time to actually tell him comes.

you shove the papers into an envelope, write ten's name and the address of his parisian dance academy just for the irony

and then make the mistake of letting it sit on your desk

in a matter of days, it has been swallowed by a bunch of other papers and trinkets

and when you're rushing around your room trying to get ready for another adventure to the beach - sicheng clinks the lollipop against his teeth and fishes it out - curious at the stamp

"do you want me to mail this?"

he asks and you're trying to find those sunglasses you literally just bought and grumble that sure, whatever - you'll meet him out by kun's car.

halfway to the beach, you turn in horror from the passenger seat to look at sicheng in the back

your eyes like saucers and a tremor in a voice

"wait. what did you ask me back in my room?"

sicheng's big smile is red from the candy, "your letter to ten."

and there comes the second pang of dread and worry that takes the overwhelming shape of your summer

oh my god - oh my god - maybe the letter won't even make it. i mean it's a letter to france....it'll take at least a month to get there. wait - it probably didn't even have a stamp on it. oh god maybe the address was totally off and some poor stranger is about to be subjected to my very incoherent feelings.....

every day you look at your phone and there's no texts or emails or anything from ten

his social media has gone quiet too

you throw your dignity down a well and ask all your friends if they've heard from him and they all scratch their heads and say no, it's been maybe a week since they did

your stress then turns from your love letter to a possibility that ten is in trouble

he kind of thrives from attention so it is very weird that he's so off-grid

you decide finally, on the day that it's been exactly a month and one day since he was gone, to call

you hover over the facetime button - should i text him first?

with a yelp, you nearly drop and crack your screen when ten's name flashes across the screen

you settle your breathing and tell yourself he hasn't gotten the letter, there's no way - since when has snail mail been efficient?

you answer and are about to ask what's up when ten waves something into the camera

"i got your letter."

maybe you go into rigor. because ten's eyebrows knit and he asks if your connection is ok, you aren't saying anything

you don't know if it's just because you miss him so much that you're able to drag yourself back into consciousness or because you are curious, in the depths of your mind, what his reaction will be

"o-oh. right- i-"

ten frowns and you think it's coming. the rejection is coming.

"is that why you didn't answer my text? you sent the letter instead?"

"your text?"

"yeah, i said i missed you and you read it and never responded."

a peek of a smile stretches on his pretty, bare face

"i never thought you were so romantic to send a letter."

something burns on your skin but you just try to make sure your hand holding the phone doesn't shake

"im not - i just, it was dumb sicheng said i should write it because - i don't know. he's the romantic, blame him."

"you're the one that said i could make a shy tulip open its petals with my laughter."

"oh god"

that smile turns into a grin

"and that my dancing manages to cast a spell on you."

you hide your expression by turning your face

"are you going to re-read the whole thing to me?"

"should i, you're so poetic."

"don't make fun of me."

your voice is serious this time, small and huddled, because you mean it

worse than being told he doesn't feel the same is to be ridiculed for holding him in your heart like this for so long

"im not making fun of you, the letter is beautiful."

you still can't look at him, it's so ten to be kind before he's cruel

"i could never write something like that - so i thought i would just call you and say it."

you don't need to love song yourself into telling me you just see me as a friend

"i love you."

your head whips back so fast your phone drops and you curse and ten can't help but laugh

"sorry, sorry -what did you say?"

he runs a hand through his dark hair, the lighting in his room is dim and illuminates him perfectly

a large white t-shirt engulfs his slender shoulders as he sits up against the wall

"i love you. i know it's corny to confess over facetime, but im guessing it's more forgivable than text?"

a bubble bursts in your stomach and it makes you feel lightheaded and inhumanely blissful all at once

"i love you too."

"more then friends right, because your letter had this part about kissing im very interested in."

you bite back your lip and nod, both embarrassed that he'd bring that part up too but also seeing ten - your close friend, your secret love - talk about kissing you

makes some of the neurons in your body go haywire

"good, i seriously was scared you might have been pranking me with thi-"

"i would never. im not hendery."

"oh how are they, ive been super busy with the practice for a review so i haven't talked to anyone."

another thing you love about him, he keeps everyone in. he leaves none of his friends behind. he pretends like he couldn't have a care in the world, but he cares more than anyone else.

"he's ok, he almost crashed kun's car yesterday."

ten shrugs, "expected."

and like that - everything is still somehow the same. there is no awkward phase after you've talked about your feelings for each other at all.

because your love doesn't come as a one hit punch because ten is beautiful, although he is to an unfair degree

it comes from the experience of being around him. having so much of him. maybe even getting a little addicted.

you do talk more on the phone, no more long pauses even though ten's practices get more grueling and you tell him to take his time to rest

but he's sweaty on the practice room floor - texting you - telling you everything is sore but the thought of seeing you soon makes it all better

it's three days before ten is scheduled to fly back that he has his review and you are biting your fingernails waiting for him to tell you about it

when you get a youtube link at like three in the morning - you click it and someone has recorded ten's performance

somehow, he looks more graceful than you've ever seen him

a new text comes in when it's almost done

'i think i did well - can i get a reward?'

'you'll get a really good one when you're home'

he sends a winking emoji and you can't fall asleep after because you wonder what he's expecting, you'd meant a kiss - had he meant more?

you wouldn't mind that at all.

xiaojun is being pulled away from the conveyer belt by kun and hendery is asking sicheng for a sip of his starbucks as you all wait for ten's plane to land in the airport lobby

you two have not told anyone - mostly because you know there will be endless questions you won't have answers too and sicheng might literally never let you live it down

so you wait for ten to be here so you can suffer together

you see the gates from his flight open and sicheng mutters that you look like you're going to pop like a goddamn balloon

for once in your life, you don't snide back at him, folding your hands in front of you and tippy-toeing to see over the crowd

and then, like seeing him for the first time all the years ago when you first met, ten comes out

hendery and xiaojun try to go for a running jump, but the older members hold them back because everyone can sense whats coming

you dash toward him and ten doesn't stay still either - you two collide so hard it almost hurts, but you don't care at all

ten's duffel bag falls over his shoulder and your hands are wrapped around his neck before he can even say your name

it's a first kiss that couldn't be more characteristically fit for you

sweet, big smiles tasted on lips, and interrupted by none other than your group of friends gasping in a symphony of shock

except for sicheng - he knew

ten tastes like you imagine he would taste, maybe because in smaller ways you've already had doses of the sunshine that radiates off him before

he keeps his hands wrapped around your waist as he looks down into your eyes

"mon amour"

"is that really all you learned in france?"

"ummm yeah, i don't know how to say let's get out of here and back to my place even though im pretty sure someone said that to me at some point."

you pout, "don't try to make me jealous."

"never!"

ten chuckles as you press your face into his neck and hug him close

the only way you get pulled apart is because someone (kun) reminds you all you're still at the PUBLIC airport

the drive back is a frenzy and everyone wants to know everything and not about just you two - because you're "two" now - but about france and traveling and ten's dancing

like you'd sensed - nothing has really changed

just this time, your fingers are locked in tens. and the warmth you longed for in silence is suddenly all out in the open.

funnily enough, you and ten don't ever write letters to each other again.

ten just doesn't like writing - it takes too much sitting down

and you are horrified everytime he fishes your love confession out of the memory box and dangles it above your head as leverage

it's how he convinced you into adopting the first cat. now you two have three.

so when you and him are deciding the best way to let all your friends know about your upcoming event you cross out mailed invitations

"we can make an email list."

your legs are thrown over his thighs on the sofa and he's resting the laptop on you them

"let's just make an instagram post: wedding in our backyard on thursday - you're invited."

ten pinches his nose

"we are not having a backyard wedding. we could not fit everyone in my dance company into it anyway."

you play with your engagement band and sigh

"fine, fine. what about.....we just call everyone and tell them. if we call kun right now he'll let all of the world know by the end of the week."

ten agrees with a hum, but then starts typing and you lean over to see

"bulk wedding invites? you're giving in?"

he closes the laptop and tosses it to the side, easily and gently pushing you down onto your back to hover over you with a small content sound

"i am. but we don't even have to write the letters - some company will do it for us."

his lips are inches from yours and all of a sudden you're young again - waiting to kiss him for the first time at that airport

"you know we'll still have to write vows right."

he is about to kiss you, he's so close and your eyes are closing

"i'll just read your letter outl-"

"TEN NO!"

he laughs, laughs until he finally does kiss you and then laughs again when he pulls back - the overflowing amount of love that exists in that moment is potent

you tell him to get over that old thing, but he shakes his head

"never, when again in all the lives i live is someone going to say i could make a shy tulip open its petals with my laughter?"

#i know his bday was in february please im still working through them cries #ten au #ten imagines #ten scenarios #nct au #nct imagines #nct scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv au #wayv scenarios #sfw #nostolgic!au #ten #member: ten #im sicheng through all this

[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Five:Sensory Integration 1

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: A Friday full of teasing for Shane ends in a steak dinner with a blue-eyed beefcake. If you don’t finish this chapter hungry for one or the other, if not both, I haven’t done my job! Lol! (For inspo on Sy’s date outfit, think back to that one Men’s Health photoshoot Hen did and just imagine his hair shorter. That’s what I did. lol!) 

Click me to catch up on the story and other stuff by Hannah!

Word Count: 4k (This date got away from me! Lol! And it’s only half over!)

Warnings: Mostly this is utter fluffy fluff, but I’m gonna put the following warnings on, anyway. Language, mature themes, alcohol consumption, borderline food worship (Shane may have a problem, I definitely do! Lol!) Also, pretty much every Sy fic I’ve read says that his given name is Logan, so...should his given name be used henceforth, that’s what I’m going with because it seems the most cannon and I like it and if it’s good enough for Wolverine...

Author’s Note: So, guys, this is crazy. First off, the reaction and love Sy and Shane’s story has been getting has taken me completely off guard and utterly made my day/week. (I’m serious. Every note makes my heart do a happy dance. A like, a reblog, a comment. It all means the world to me. Thank you for your feedback and for sharing this story.) Second, YOUR FEEDBACK MATTERS TO ME! Because initially, idk what I was thinking. I was going to skim over their first date and like…not write it…and I kept getting notes as I worked on further chapters to the tune of “can’t wait for this date!” and I thought…hmm…well, the date must be written! So, here it is, the first half-ish, of Shane and Sy’s first date. I hope it’s all you were expecting…or at least half of all you were expecting! Lol! More to come in part two of Sens Integ! (BTW, fun fact, these chapter titles are all named after treatments that therapists actually use on their patients sometimes! Lol!)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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Friday morning. She was up with the sun. And a bit before, really. Today was the day. Her first date with Sy. She’d taken extra care in the shower, less clumsy, thank God! She shaved her legs because she had chosen to wear a knee-length blue dress with a scoop neck and cap sleeves in wrinkle-proof Jersey knit since it would be in her tote bag all day. She was not shaving because she thought anything would happen tonight with Sy. She didn’t think she was ready.

That is, she was ready, but, only physically. Emotionally, mentally, she would need to prepare for him a bit longer before taking him as a lover. She hoped he was on the same page.

He had an appointment in the early afternoon. He greeted her with his warm “Hello, sunshine.” Following it up by telling her how pretty she looked today, causing blush to burn in her cheeks. She’d reciprocated, even though he was in his typical tee and shorts look. It was still true. They got on their usual bikes to warm up for about 15 minutes, and then took to the leg press to try to advance his strengthening.

“I’m really proud of your progress! You wouldn’t have been able to do this much weight two weeks ago!” She encouraged him.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Now, we are going to do some drills next. Simple ones, but they aren’t going to be fun for you. I’ve chosen to do them on your last day of the week for a reason. You may be sore. Ice and whatever you take OTC if you must. Ibuprofen or acetaminophen. But try the ice first. It shouldn’t be too bad.”

“Okay.” He conceded, dejected.

“Stretching afterward.” She promised.

“Okay!” He pepped up. She knew he just loved an excuse to have her hands on him.

Later, as he lay on the mat, sweaty from the exertion of the drills, with her up there with him having to use her whole body to leverage the proper stretch out of his hip flexors, she felt the heavy weight of his gaze. She tried to look anywhere but those sapphire eyes below her. They were too vulnerable. She couldn’t handle that right now. Not here.

“Shane?” Dammit, he was gonna make her.

“Hmm?” She looked down at him, smile meeting smile.

“I just…” he couldn’t seem to get out the words. But she thought she understood what he was feeling.

“I know, Sy. I know.” She gently patted his outer thigh where she had been bracing her hand for the stretch, and let his leg back down, while dismounting the mat, as well.

“Well, that’s about the hour. Any questions before I let you go?”

“Are you as excited for tonight as I am?” He asked. She chuckled. She couldn’t imagine him being more excited than she was!

“Yes! Hehe! But I still kinda meant about therapy, Sy.”

“Oh, right. Are you excited to finish up with your therapy patients at therapy today so I can pick you up from the therapy clinic and take you on our date?”

“Just because you say therapy 20 times doesn’t make it about therapy.” She laughed.

“Okay, I do have a question for you, since I’m here.”

“Shoot.” She encouraged.

He stood and held her face, taking it into a kiss so devastatingly and painfully tender, she could not process what to do next. She was leaning toward fainting. But then tackling him onto the mat again seemed an attractive option. She settled for placing her hands on his waist, ready to control the situation as need arose. But after a brief moment of slight deepening, he broke away, still holding her face in his large strong hands.

“Ahem. That’s a good question. Why don’t I have you a reply later this evening?”

“Sounds good to me, sunshine.” He grinned widely, and waved a quiet goodby to her.

She walked to the doorway of the small room to watch him walk out…his gait still uneven from his injury but improving enough that she could tell he once took very…confident strides. She could almost picture it. She sighed, forgetting herself for a moment until Anita came up behind her walking her elderly patient with a gait belt and front wheeled walker.

"Is that a bit of drool on your chin, Shane?" she said quietly, but still startling the younger therapist from her reverie.

"Oh, uh, hey." she checked her chin, absentmindedly, late in getting the joke, and rolled her eyes. "Funny, Nita. Do you need anything?"

"Nope, Gladys and I are just headed to the gym for a few minutes on the NuStep to round out her treatment." Nita grinned at Shane.

"Who was that handsome young man that just left, Shane?" Gladys asked her, as women of her…demographic tended to do.

"He's just one of our patient's Miss Gladys. But I can't tell you his name. It's against the privacy policy." She explained.

"Oh, okay. Well, if I was a few years younger, I'd let ya give him MY name…and my telephone number." she smirked with pride in herself. All three ladies giggled.

"I'm pretty sure he's spoken for, Gladys." Anita broke the news to her randy patient, smirking at her coworker.

"Shame! Well, that's one lucky young lady!" Gladys hobbled on with the walker as Anita cued her not to let the device get too far ahead of her feet. Shane was beet red from the whole interaction. At least she wouldn't have to wear blush tonight.

Her day finally finished, notes done, and final communications sent,  the most important (in her opinion, probably not her employer's) message of them all was next. The text to Sy that he could head toward the clinic to pick her up.

She touched up her eye makeup, applied another coat of mascara, and dabbed on some of her favorite lipstick in a deep red that complimented her skin tone. She also spritzed on a bit of her favorite Armani perfume before slipping on her dress and black ballet flats and sliding on a pair of simple hoop earrings. She'd had her hair pulled up all day in a clip, so it should be pleasantly wavy when she took it down…and with a bit of flipping, shaking out, and finger diffusing, it was.

She looked in the mirror. She was ready.

Was she ready? She examined herself in the full length mirror in the empty locker room at the clinic. The dress and the shoes suddenly seemed all wrong, both together and as individual pieces for the occasion. She looked great, it wasn't that…but…was it right for tonight? Should she cancel? Was she being ridiculous? Clearly she was, as she'd already sent the message telling Sy he could come get her. But the closer she got to being ready to go, the less ready she felt. Those butterflies were suddenly clawing at her esophagus, disrupting the bile in her stomach, and threatening to choke off her air supply. They were no longer pleasantly fluttering. She felt like she had a boot against her windpipe.

She was snapped out of the panic attack when she heard her phone go off. A message from Sy.

Your chariot, m'lady. Should I come in and get ya?

She grinned like a lunatic. How could she have considered calling tonight off?

Nay, m'lord, verily the gates be locked. I shall use the rear exit and meet thee around yonder forsooth.

Wow, you ran with that one. *laughing in tears emoji*

I have that tendency. Lol. *monocle wearing emoji*

She grabbed her bags, walked out the back door, and tossed the one that wasn't her purse into her vehicle, which was parked nearby and walked around to the front. He was standing on the sidewalk near that edge of the building.

The sun was just setting, and the light from it hit him so bewitchingly that it took away her breath. Not in the frightening way of the panic attack she'd just had, but in the nice way, like right before you surface from a deep dive and you know the sweet relief of oxygen is imminent. She assessed his ensemble with approval. Black books, sleek dark blue jeans, and a sapphire v-neck polo that even in the low light of near dusk made his blue eyes dance with vibrant intensity against his fading tan. His hair was starting to grow out ever so slightly, but it was still very close cropped. His beard, she could tell, had been finely groomed, combed, and styled. He looked…well, she'd never looked up the word "handsome" in the dictionary, but she imagined it would describe the image before her quite succinctly. And alternatively, Sy's image could be used as an illustration in the reference book, itself.

The best part, though, was the look on his face when he saw her.

She felt like he'd never properly looked at her, perhaps. Maybe he wasn't expecting a dress, or loose hair, or red lips. Or maybe it was a combo of the whole Date Shane package he was seeing before him. As his eyes beheld her, he almost looked confused. As if she was a stand-in. Or maybe an alien. Some body-snatcher. Only he wasn't frightened. She was having a hard time working out his expression as she'd really never seen it before, and particularly, never aimed in her direction. He said one word.

"Wow." It was reverent. Not a whisper. But barely a decibel above.

Again, her cheeks required no artificial pigmentation.

"Hey. You look…you certainly scrub up good, mister." she giggled nervously, feeling immensely awkward at her inability to properly compliment the chiseled image of Adonis before her. His every muscle hugged to perfection by the fabric covering it. How did you even begin to tell such perfection how perfect it was?

"You…Shane, I don't remember the last time I saw anyone look so beautiful." he frowned, as if trying to recall, then giving up with a smile, and leaning in to kiss her cheek. He lingered a moment to hug her, hold her as the day faded, breathe her in. She did the same. He was freshly showered and wearing cologne, as he often did, but it rarely hit her so solidly as it did tonight. She loved this scent. Woody, but earthy, with notes of bergamot, a kind of musky scent similar to amber, but more masculine, and something spicy that she loved. The combination exploded like an olfactory fireworks display.

The shirt was an unthinkably soft cotton (blended she thought perhaps with kitten, she could not stop touching it.) and the warmth of him radiated into her as his chest rose and fell over the course of his numerous breaths as they stood there holding each other and enjoying this feast for the senses.

"You ready for supper?" he asked, a faint but distinct rumble from his abdomen indicating that he most certainly was.

"Yes." she smiled up at him as he took her hand in his and led her to his truck. A Ford F150, the same sapphire blue as his shirt and his eyes. She was sensing a pattern, here. It wasn't the newest vehicle, but he had taken immaculate care of it. She felt shame for her own treatment of her Explorer, Bessie, which often functioned as storage shed, trash can, and sometimes, hotel, when she felt like a road trip on a shoestring budget. He walked her to the passenger side, opened the door for her, and helped her in, as the truck sat a bit higher than what she was used to.

"So, I have us a table saved at this great steakhouse just down the road. And then, it's supposed to be a nice night, I thought we could take a walk by the lake?"

It sounded perfect to her. Quiet and simple.

"Amazing. As long as your knee is up for a walk?"

"I've got all weekend to rest before getting tortured again." he smirked at her as he pulled the truck out of the parking lot and on the main road toward the interstate. "B'sides, who better to have with me if I start hurtin' than my PT?"

The emphasis he placed on the possessive pronoun, claiming her as HIS PT sent a delighted shiver through her that she blamed on the AC, which he promptly turned down.

He had his Spotify shuffling Kings of Leon at a low volume as they conversed lightly and pleasantly. Since it was an earlier model, even well equipped as it was, it wasn't quite ready for auxiliary or Bluetooth sound, so he'd bought one of those radio receivers that tune into an unused frequency and connect to your phone or iPod. She'd retrofitted her 2003 Ford Explorer in a similar fashion.

They were both caught a bit off guard when "Sex on Fire" came on, and tried valiantly to keep talking. But it was hard to hear anything but those lyrics. Singing of exhibitionism and dangerous sex acts that were definitely moving violations…and simply the sex being on fire. She was thankful, for once, that this song that she'd always found catchy without paying much attention to the actual lyrics, was now fading into the night as they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

She remembered to wait for him to get the door for her, even though it had been ages since she'd been on a date or had any kind of romance whatsoever. He helped her down from her perch, giving her a gentlemanly moment to adjust her skirt before taking her hand and leading her into the building.

He opened the door and led her in by that lumbar lordosis that made everyone tremble and swoon. She was no exception just because she knew that part of your back was not actually called "the small" and she got perturbed when she heard it referred to as such.

"Welcome to Mark's, how can we help you?" the host greeted warmly.

"Reservation for Syverson." Sy piped up. She was used to being the voice in these situations. She was thankful not to have to for once. It was a small thing, but it was still nice.

"Right this way, folks." he grabbed two large menus, a mid sized one, and a small one, and led them to a cozy but still spacious two-top in a quiet corner of the dining area. The warm light was low and ambient, and there were real kerosene lamps on the tables, which she loved. It had the rustic ambiance of a cabin with all the refinement of any four+ star restaurant she'd ever been to. Not that she'd been to many.

"Here you are, the table you requested, and your menus. Have a look at them, and Katie will be out soon to answer questions and take your orders."

As he walked away, Sy pulled her chair out for her, and aided her sitting. His gentility was so refreshing to her, because it was so sincere and kind, and in no way oppressive or domineering, as some men seemed to use such gestures. Wielding them like a club rather than a feather. She was just used to seeing a certain side of him, teasing and silly as he was in therapy that this side of Captain Syverson, or as she may end up calling him one day, Logan, his given first name, if it pleased him, had taken her off guard.

"Nice place." she approved, looking around at he exposed beams of the ceiling and the iron and copper chandeliers and light fixtures on the wall. She also noticed quite curiously a copy of American Gothic by Grant Wood on one wall and The Kiss by Gustav Klimt on another. Such different styles to be displayed in one room. She really liked it though.

"It's one of my favorites. I try to come in every couple weeks or so." The fact that he liked steak on the regular was definitely a point in his favor. She loved it but rarely went out for it on her own. Eating out alone wasn't so bad, but it was hard to enjoy a steak dinner by one's self.

"What's your favorite cut?"

"Oh, I've tried most of them, and you can't go wrong." He assured her.

They had a crazy selection. Ribeyes, filets, sirloins, prime rib, all seasoned, smoked, topped and wrapped in every way you could imagine…it was like staring at the Netflix menu of steak. And much like she tended to do with Netflix, she relied on a classic favorite. After all, who goes for an obscure choice their first time at a new steak house?

"I'm keeping it simple and going for their prime rib and a baked potato."

"Ah, that's a perfect choice. We're getting some of their lobster mac and cheese to start, though. Unless you're allergic or something?" he added the disclaimer when he saw her eyes widen.

"Not at all, that sounds…"she was thinking "sexual," but decided instead on "heavenly."

Soon, Katie, a peppy, slender young redhead in black jeans she'd been poured into and a white T-shirt she had outgrown some time ago, descended upon their table with gusto.

"Howdy, I'm Katie and I get to take care of you fine folks this evening. What drinks and appetizers can I start y'all off with?"

Sy looked at Shane to prompt her to start.

"Sweet tea?" she half stated, half inquired. Katie nodded and jotted.

"Sure thing! Sir?" she thought her eyes sparkled when she looked at Sy…she couldn't blame her. But…she thought she could take her if she tried anything. She was certain there was a very sharp knife in the black napkin set-up at her right hand.

"Same for me, Katie. And we are also gonna need an order of your lobster mac to start and a bottle of your house cab."

"Fantastic. I'll be right back with the teas and wine after I put in for the lobster mac for ya, and then I'll take your meal order." she smiled brightly. Sy looked at Shane, though, as he replied "Wonderful."

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Her instincts about the lobster mac and cheese had been spot on. She couldn’t contain her yummy noises of enjoyment which amused Sy to no end. She couldn’t imagine the steak any better.

About that, she had been completely wrong. It was so succulent, tender, and flavorful, she debated on whether or not the provided au jus and horseradish were even needed. They were also too good to resist, though.

Her potato, twice baked to the perfect tenderness had a salt brined skin, and a garlicky butter that just sung with the sour cream and chives. She was in food heaven, and even if that meant she was dead, it was fine.

He’d ordered the same entrée as she had, but took his baked potato…a bit differently.

“You don’t like sour cream?” She asked, nonplussed.

“Nah, I mean, I can eat it, but…it feels weird in my mouth. I prefer the au jus and butter, instead. It’s much more tasty.” He said, waggling his eyebrows.

“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” She laughed.

“You’re welcome to try mine when I get it all doctored you how I like it!”

She did, right from his fork. And he was right about it being so flavorful, but she preferred the mild, creamier texture of her own side with the savory notes of her steak.

They ate and enjoyed each other’s company and conversation.

“Ya know, Sy, I totally had you pegged as a beer man, instead of a wine guy.” She said, as she brought her own glass of the deep red liquid to her mouth and nose, inhaling the bouquet before she took her sip.

“Normally, you’d be right. With a burger, pizza, sometimes tacos or what not, definitely. But I can’t do beer with steak. It’s gotta be wine. Red. And full-bodied.” He held her gaze as he drank from his own glass. Why did he have to look at her like that when he said those kinds of words? Her cheeks were warm from more than the booze.

For desert, they shared a decadent marbled brownie/blondie a la mode. He’d had the idea to slide his chair so he was sharing a corner of the table with her, rather than looking across it at her. Purely so they didn’t have to keep sliding the dessert…not so their knees would brush against one another now and then, or so they could feel the heat radiating from one another’s bodies…but actually, exactly for those reasons.

“Last bite is to you, Sy.” She set her fork down, full to bursting.

“Are you kiddin’? My mama’d tan my hide if she knew I took the last bite from my date.”

“You’re being gallant, actually! Rescuing me from a certain belly ache.” She patted her small but slightly rounded tummy. She did like her food, and was no gym rat, after all. He didn't seemed to mind. Yet.

“How 'bout we share the last bite?” He suggested.

“Technically that’s not physically possible. Becau…”

He interrupted what was going to be an intellectual explanation of why no matter how small you cut up a bite, the remaining bit was still technically one bite, and couldn’t be shared.

“No. Shh. I know you’re smart. You got nothin’ to prove here. I’m gonna cut what’s left in half until I get a bite you’re willing to take. Okay?” She nodded.

He only had to take the fork to it twice before she conceded, also letting him feed her, feigning paralysis from the food coma. She held the fork tightly between her lips, making him work to pull it from her mouth. She looked innocent, but she was an intentional little shit.

“You're so cute when you eat.”

“Said no one ever!” She held her hand over her face.

“You are, though. You enjoy the food. Experience it. It’s like you’re…getting a story from it, or something. Like it’s…almost like it’s entertaining you, I don’t know. It’s just…beautiful.” He leaned his elbow onto the table, supporting his head in his hand as he looked at her.

"Well, sometimes I think I like food a little TOO much for my own good." she lamented, reaching for the cabernet only to have it snatched by her date. He uncorked it and dispensed a generous pour for her, and topped off his own glass, killing the bottle.

"No such thing. Like I said about the wine, full bodied is the way to go. Nothin' wrong with a little cushion." he winked at her. She could not resist finishing a rhyme she'd always heard about the desirability of curvy girls…for the pushin,' and hoped the flush in her cheeks from the wine was enough to disguise the deepening color from the current blush she was feeling thinking of Sy…pushin' her cushions…but something tipped him off to her distraction.

"What's on yer mind, sunshine?"

"I'm wondering if you're prepared to carry me on this walk we're planning, actually." It was possible to think more than one thing, after all. "I don't know how I'll ever even walk again."

"Ah, give it fifteen minutes. Finish up your sweet tea, and by the time we're done with our walk, you'll want an ice cream cone."

"Ha, doubtful." But she was ashamed to admit, ice cream already didn't sound bad. Vanilla…maybe pistachio….no, coffee! In a waffle cone…with fudge drizzle…and almonds…maybe she had a problem.

"You ready to go?" he asked.

She nodded. He flagged down Katie and gave her cash, and what one might call a benevolent tip. They left the warm steakhouse, and entered the breezy late summer evening, the humid air seeming thick with promises.

Up Next: Chapter Six-Sensory Integration 2

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Skyla’s Biggest Fan

CHAPTER 1

             It was a bright clear crisp morning in Mistralton City. “Today is the day,” I murmured to myself as I stepped out my front door. I had been training for two months to try to raise my Ducklett so that I could have a test battle with Skyla to see if I qualified to become one of her gym trainers.

           Skyla was my icon. She was everything I wished I could be and more. She was smart, talented, strong, not to mention beautiful… with her striking red hair and stylish clothes. Every night I pictured her large boots stepping on me. And that adorable little flower hair clip just made my heart flutter like a Butterfree. The fact that I even had this opportunity to be in the same room with her was enough to make me nervous. But there was a lot riding on today. Everyone in my whole family had been pilots in this small airport town, this was my only chance to be something more.

           I looked down at Ducklett and she looked up at me as if to say “you can do this!” With that, and my bag packed, I set off for her gym.

             The building that housed Skyla’s gym was like a large airplane hangar that had been repurposed. The siding had been painted a bright baby pink and the awning was neon yellow. It was cheerful and energetic, just like Skyla’s personality. When I stepped inside, I felt the blast of three enormous fans generating enough wind to knock a person over. “This is an OSHA violation waiting to happen,” I thought to myself, peering over the edge of the metal walkway to a dark floor far below. I checked to see if there were crash pads to catch any trainers sent flying by the strong winds, and saw none. I gulped.

           Just then, the large fans whirred to a halt and the air became still. A little twinkling laugh reached my ears. I turned around and there she was, giggling at me. “Your hair got a little messy, sorry about that,” she chuckled.

           “N-no! It’s f-fine!” I stammered, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. I had never been this close to her before. She was even cuter up close!

           “Are you Flo? I’m supposed to be doing a test battle with someone today for a gym trainer position.”

           I cleared my throat and tried to sound confident. “Yes, that’s me. It’s going to be a one on one battle, is that correct?”

           “Good! You’ve done your homework!” she beamed. “If you’re ready, follow me to the back and we’ll get started!”

           I followed Skyla through the labyrinthian maze of platforms and chest high walls and small trenches. As we walked through the gym I found myself trying to solve the gym puzzle in my head. “I can’t get distracted…” I shook myself back to reality. But it was hard not to drift off gazing at Skyla’s lovely ponytail bobbing with each bouncy step she took.

             At last the moment I had been dreaming of was before me. As we reached the red platform where she normally battled gym challengers, she looked over her shoulder at me. “It’s okay, don’t be nervous!” she said sweetly. But this only flustered me more. She noticed I was anxious! She probably thought I was such a dweeb.

           From her hip she pulled out a Pokeball and tossed it into the air. “Go, Swoobat!”

           “G-go! Ducklett!” I also called out my Pokemon. “This is it buddy, do your best.”

Ducklett gracefully soared out of its ball and onto the battlefield to meet Swoobat. I was extremely intimidated, but determined to use what I had been learning in my last two months of training. We opened up with a Tailwind, which got the air in the gym moving again, but this time to my advantage. My strategy was all about speed and staying out of her way, because I knew her Swoobat was strong. We had to play smarter, not harder.

           Swoobat let rip with a powerful Energy Ball, but Ducklett was too fast. The tailwind had caught the fans in the back of the gym and they started spinning again, letting loose a torrent of air. This caught Swoobat off guard as the strong gust smacked it into the partition that shields trainers from the fans. It was going well so far, but our luck wouldn’t last long.

           Skyla looked amused and unbothered, as she called out “Swoobat, use Attract!” Suddenly the heart on Swoobat’s nose started glowing and Ducklett stopped in its tracks, transfixed by Swoobat’s attack. She landed and waddled up to Swoobat, looking for affection. But Swoobat only met it with a Psychic attack, sending it tumbling into the same partition that Swoobat had crashed into moments earlier. Ducklett looked rough after just one blow. I was looking rougher. Suddenly my dream was fading before my eyes AND I was being humiliated in front of the cutest girl in all of Mistralton… or maybe even the world.

           “Ducklett! Snap out of it!” I cried! But it was no use. Again and again Ducklett took the abuse and came back to Swoobat as if nothing had happened, totally head over heels in love. The battle was over almost as soon as it had begun, and I knew I had failed.

           “Great job!” Skyla called out to me from across the battle field, calling back her Pokemon. Ducklett immediately snapped back to reality after Swoobat disappeared into a ball of red light and was sucked into its Pokeball. It swiveled its head left to right in confusion, trying to figure out what had happened. I was trying to accept that I had lost, was making plans to return to training and try again next year.

             “I think you’ll be a great trainer here at Mistralton Gym!” Skyla cheered as she held out her hand for me to shake. I nearly jumped out of my skin in surprise. “What!? But I lost!” I said in disbelief.

           “Oh, none of my gym trainers can beat me silly! That’s not what the test battle is about! I only need to see that you’re smart and can think on your toes. You definitely demonstrated that with your little fan trick. I’m excited to have you at the gym.” she explained, smiling at my bewildered expression.

           “Say, you’re pretty cute.” she said as I stood there, hair frizzed out from the wind, mouth agape, unable to speak. “Do you wanna join the gym?” she asked again, reminding me she was holding her hand out.

           Shaking myself into action, I grasped her lovely gloved hand with both of mine and nearly cried “Thank you! I won’t let you down! W-wait, did you say I was c-cute?”

           She giggled and blushed. “You’re pretty adorable. I’m going flying later if you wanna join me. I’ll even show you the cockpit!”

           “Y-yes! I’d love to!” I turned bright red but nodded enthusiastically. My nerves were going to be a big problem if we were going to work together. It would be good to get used to being around her. Maybe in the cramped quarters of the cockpit there won’t be room for any awkwardness.

           We agreed to meet after lunch and she saw me to the door. “Oh, and make sure you don’t fix your hair. I like it messy.” she said as we parted ways, reaching out and tucking a strand gently behind my ear. Her fingers in my hair sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

             I stumbled back to my house in a daze, still not fully processing what had happened. Me, a real gym trainer just like I dreamed of, AND I was going to hang out with the girl of my dreams later. It seemed too good to be true. “Pinch me Ducklett,” I sighed as we entered the front door. Ducklett gave me a quick peck. Ouch! I was awake alright. And I couldn’t touch my lunch. I was too excited to see her again.

CHAPTER 2

             My family were all pilots. There wasn’t much else in the way of making a living in Mistralton. You could be a pilot, or a mail clerk or commute to Driftveil. But I actually had never set foot in a plane before. I always wanted to be a trainer and go on an adventure, and I thought planes were silly and boring. Who needs to fly when you can get yourself some running shoes and head out into the tall grass?

             But for Skyla, I would do anything. So when she invited me to go flying with her I instantly agreed. The problem was that I was pretty sure she expected me to be able to fly a plane, based on my family. So when we met up again and got ready to board her biplane, I sheepishly had to confess the truth to her.

           “I know this is going to sound really lame,” I began, “but I… don’t know how to fly. I never learned.” I braced myself for her judgement.

           Surprisingly, none came. Instead she just smiled at me and said “It’s never too late to learn something new! I didn’t learn how to ride a bike until this year. Isn’t that funny?”

           She was so sweet, making me feel comfortable instantly. I smiled back. “Does this mean you’re gonna teach me to fly?” And then it dawned on me. “You’re going to teach me to fly YOUR plane!?”

           “Sure!” she said, taking my hand and pulling me up into the plane.

             It was quite small inside, barely big enough to stand up. We crawled up to the cockpit. I hesitated, unsure which seat I should take.

           “Here, you sit in this chair.” She put a hand in the small of my back to guide me to my seat and I jumped in surprise. She giggled again as I blushed and tucked my skirt to my legs to sit down. Skyla took the seat next to me. I noticed both chairs had a set of controls and a steering wheel…

           “I’ve never been in a cockpit before.” I said sheepishly, my face red. “What is the steering wheel called?”

           Skyla grinned, apparently enjoying my embarrassment. “It’s called a yoke! There’s also the tiller, you’ll use that to steer it on the ground before we get into the air.”

           I awkwardly fumbled my hands toward the controls, and then realized I didn’t know which was the yoke and which was the tiller.

           “Oh, let me help you, it’s this one.” Suddenly, Skyla reached over and put her hands on mine, wrapping them around a small device that looked like a bike handle. I was worried she’d notice how sweaty my hands were, but thankfully she was still wearing those big blue gloves. When I looked over at her face, it was very close to mine, and I noticed she looked a little flushed too. She looked over at me and caught me staring. We both quickly looked away, blushing harder.

           She cleared her throat and took her seat next to me. “First, you turn that key there and turn the electronic system on. Then you turn engine one on by flipping this switch here, and then engine two.”

           I followed her instructions up until the moment I had to turn the second engine on. Then I froze, unsure where to find the right switch on this huge panel of switches and dials before me. Skyla stood up and leaned over me, pointing out which switch it was on my far left. Her whole body was stretched over me in this tiny cockpit. I flipped the lever automatically, and then the plane lurched forwards, moving down the runway. Skyla lost her balance and fell into my lap. The plane picked up speed, and the force pushed her down, unable to get up. I went nearly catatonic with surprise. Her shiny smooth red hair was right in my face, and we were barreling down the runway. Her small body fit perfectly against mine as we inadvertently shared a seat.

           We were reaching the end of the runway and Skyla took the controls. We lifted off the ground, soaring through the air.

           “Sorry I gotta do this, but you might not be ready to fly” she chuckled at me. “Safety first!” She took the seatbelt and fastened it around both of us, pinning her against me as she steered the plane.

           “Watch this!” she called as she jerked the controls to the left. The plane took a sharp turn and began spinning in the air. I shrieked in terror and without thinking grabbed onto Skyla and clung there for dear life, shutting my eyes tight. When we pulled out of the spin I opened them, realizing I had accidentally grabbed her in a rather awkward way. “WAH! Sorry!” I yelled as I jerked my hands away. Skyla said nothing, but looked embarrassed. Then she laughed. “Awfully bold for your first time in the air huh?”

           Skyla gently turned the plane around and began lowering it back down onto the tarmac. When we landed, a rush of g-force thrust us forward in the seat. Skyla cheered and hollered, enjoying the ride. The craft lurched forward as it finally came to a halt, and then she relaxed and laughed. She unbuckled the seat and stood up, crawling out the plane. I followed.

             “Not bad for your first flight. I did end up doing most of the work though.” she laughed and teased cheerfully. I wouldn’t mind giving you another lesson. You’re awfully cute when you’re scared.”

           I blushed, and before I could say anything, she leaned over and planted a kiss right on my cheek.

[talkfastromance4]

I Wanna Know (a.i oneshot)

the picture doesn’t really go with the fic but look at that smile. we need more candid photos of ashton man, NO SHAME.

The title and fic is based on Alesso’s song ‘I Wanna Know’ which i have been obsessed with and it spurred this on. Give it a listen!

Word count:1373

Warnings: angst, jealousy, pining for relation and of course, smut ;) (i can’t help myself i’m sorry)

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You caught Ashton’s attention immediately when you met at a yoga class. He could tell it was your first time because you fell over for nearly every pose but you kept trying and he liked that. Perseverance is a good characteristic to have and your laugh was also very adorable and very infectious. 

When the class was over, he introduced himself and complimented you on not giving up. 

“I know I looked ridiculous,” you giggled but he shook his head.

“Did you like it?” he asked and you nodded. “Then that’s all that matters. Would you want to get a coffee with me? There’s a good shop just down the block.”

That became your ritual. Every Thursday and Saturday morning you’d do yoga then go for coffee, iced for him and a mocha for you.

You became close, you confided in each other and it wasn’t long after that you became friends with the rest of the band. You’d confessed you loved their music and it only made Ashton like you more. 

When he’d be awake into the late hours of the night, he’d text you and you’d be over in minutes with a box of brownies to make. His attitude shifted as soon as you entered the house, you are the light in his dark.

As your relationship progressed, so did the affections. You’d cuddle on the couch while watching movies and one drunken night you’d kissed him. You were telling him a funny story about something you did and he was standing so close with his cute giggle, you stared at him for a second admiring him then kissed him unexpectedly.

“I’m sorry, I uh…”

“Don’t be,” he told you and pulled you back in. He couldn’t believe how soft your lips were and he never wanted to stop kissing you. 

Regrettably that was the only time he got to kiss you but your flirtationship continued. He’d send you suggestive texts which you’d reply back with just as much fervor. You both tiptoed on the line of something more and Ashton didn’t quite know how to cross it. 

Where did he go from here?

When he’s writing, his mind wanders to you and how he pictures waking up next to you. You act like a couple without the stamp of approval of that status and he hopes you picture him the same way too. You’re constantly on his mind.

One night, you’re all out at a club and he can’t wait to see you. He and the guys have been gone for a week doing interviews and rehearsals. Your texts hung with flirtation and with a promise of a hello kiss which kept him on his toes and even more excited to see you. 

When he does spot you in the club, you’re chatting with Harry Styles. Big smiles apparent on both of your faces, you say something and he laughs in response. Your hand is on his forearm, a signature move Ashton knows all too well as a sign of flirting on your end. His stomach drops. 

Harry is receiving the exact type of signs that Ashton gets from you and he wonders if your relationship with Harry is the same. Ashton turns away and orders two shots.

It isn’t until much later when you find Ashton and attack him in a hug. He’s stiff and nods curtly at your sentiments.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Came here with Harry then?” he asks tersely. 

“He gave me a ride,” you shrug. “Why? I figured we’d both be drunk and order an Uber back to your place.”

Ashton saw diamonds in your eyes but he could see right through your lies. It panged him. 

“Why don’t you just ride back with him and I’ll leave.”

“You want to leave alone?” you frown not understanding his hostility.

“You came here with another guy and expect to leave with me? Do you kiss and cuddle him, too?”

“Ashton, what--”

“I want to know where we go from here. I like you and I think you like me too, but if you’ve got both me and Harry in your palm, I don’t want to be a part of it. Do you want to be with me? Is it a yes or no?”

“Ashton, I don’t--”

“Got it,” he nods. He downs the rest of his drink and turns away, leaving you by the bar alone.

*****

Ashton hasn’t gone to yoga in a week and ignores all of your texts and phone calls. He’s trying to heal his heart and get you out of his mind. Neither is working. 

He decides to use his gym at home when Calum texts him saying he’ll be stopping by in a half hour to go over some riffs. Ashton does light cardio and punches the bags he has a few times just to get his heart rate up and to let out his frustration. 

As soon as he turns his music off to head upstairs and take a shower, he hears his doorbell ringing incessantly. It’s not like Calum to ring the doorbell, he knows to just walk in.

Ashton takes the steps two at a time, his skin flushed and warm from his workout. With a sigh he opens the door ready to make fun of Calum when he sees you standing there. Before he can react you duck under his arm into his house.

“What are you doing here?” his voice is clipped as he slams the door.

“It’s a yes,” you blurt out. “I was confused and wasn’t sure if you felt the same way I did and yes, I was flirting with Harry but I don’t feel the way I do with him as I do with you. I want to be with you, Ashton and I was an idiot for not saying anything at the club. You caught me off guard and I thought it was the alcohol talking.”

He stares at you for a beat. You want to be with him, too?

��You want to be with me?”

“Yes. I want you so bad, Ash.”

With a huff Ashton pushes you against the wall with such force, the decorative bowl that holds his keys falls to the floor. His lips are hot and needy on yours, the one taste he had from so long ago faded and he’s been deprived of you. 

Your fingers tangle his hair as you moan against his mouth. He cups your sex over your shorts.

“Off. Take them off,” you pant impatiently.

He yanks your bottoms off as you pull his shorts down. Ashton lifts you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. He kisses you again, his breath hot and his tongue explores your mouth. You moan when he slips his finger between your folds, gathering your slick. 

“Please, Ashton, need you,” you beg mirthlessly.

He removes his finger, watching you as he licks up your taste then he grabs the head of his cock bumping it against your entrance. You squeak out at the contact and then he pushes into you. Your mouth opens in a wordless moan at the thickness of him. 

He lifts you higher against the wall and you sink all the way down on him. You let out a loud moan feeling every ridge of him inside you. 

“Fuck, so tight,” he groans then bucks his hips against you. You feel the loss of pleasure when he pulls out then feel euphoric as he pumps back inside. 

He fucks you hard and fast against the wall creating the perfect rhythm with your orgasm fastly approaching. You’re a moaning mess on top of him as he pounds relentlessly, his own satisfied groans are music to your ears. 

“Come for me, baby. Wanna see you,” he pants in time with his thrusts. 

When his thumb rubs harshly at your clit you’re taken over the edge, clinging to him as you finally come. You’re spent when he pulls out of you and you notice he didn’t come. He kisses you deeply, hands tight on your waist. 

“I’ve wanted to be with you since I first saw you at yoga,” he says. 

You smile against his lips, your fingers rubbing his sideburns. 

“Where do we go from here?”

“The bedroom,” he grins cockily, “then out to dinner for a proper first date.”

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Remember your past life - Prince! Harry x Chosen Knight! Reader - part 13 - the sheikah slate

thanks to @musicarose​ for commissioning me to continue this story! 2 more parts to come up! ill try to upload 1 part of every other story  everyday until the commissioned parts are completed! so that leaves 8 parts for encore, 5 parts for dotht, and two parts for remember! 

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you hadn’t been able to stop thinking, the high technology tablet resting in your hands, the black screen staring at you. how had it gotten into the tower? when you left the plateau you had dropped it on one of the pillars at the edge.

unless the old man found it but it had dropped to a steep cliff, the only way to get to it was to either climb (which the old man was too old to do so) or fly, which was impossible in a place like this with no planes or drones.

“(y/n)?” you sat up and turned, seeing Harriet walking toward you “yeh good? ya have been starin’ at tha’ thing for the last hour?”

you shrugged, turning back to the tablet. the tall dark-haired pirate sat next to you, looking down at the tablet in your hands.

“so wha’ does it do?” she asked, reaching out and tapping the screen, the eye of the shekia appearing and the tablet screen turning on, the map of the plateau setting on the screen.

“a map” she mumbled, reaching out and gently taking the tablet from you, turning it over in her hands “tha’s it, a map”

she finger clicked against the button in the upper corner, a set of pictures appearing.

you...you’ve seen these pictures before, the places they were taken, but why? the only memory you had of Saorsa was the plateau.

...and those random memory like dreams and blackouts, but in all those...episodes, the land of Saorsa was thriving and peaceful.

nothing like it was today, so they had to be dreams.

“huh,” Harriet muttered, staring at the screen and then flipping over the tablet “so there’s a camera on this thing?”

you hummed out ‘i don’t know’ and took the tablet back, messing around with the buttons in the corners.

the tablet made a sound, a screen popping up and showing the ground below it, your feet just grazing the edge of the screen.

“wow” Harriet whistled “clearer than most of those pricey cameras” you nodded, turning on your leg and pointing the tablet at her, she laughed and hid her face, her ember eyes peeking out between her fingers.

you pressed the button near your thumb, and the screen closed in for a moment, the usual sound of a camera echoing and a picture of Harriet appeared before shrinking into the edge of the screen and into the set of pictures.

you clicked back to the photos and smiled, showing Harriet, who snorted and pushed the tablet down “wha’ else does it do?”

you shrugged, you hadn’t explored the abilities of the tablet from when you first got it from the shrine of resurrection. 

so Harriet shrugged and took the tablet once more, standing and walking over to the group who were chilling in the forest.

“hey harry!” he looked up, his ocean blue eyes staring confused at the tablet. “say cheese~” Harriet pressed the button and the tablet clicked, a crystal clear picture of a confused harry now on the screen.

Harry didn’t respond, he could only stare at the tablet, a nagging feeling at the back of his head. he let out a light ground, falling into a crouch as a headache made itself known.

“Harry!” Harriet dropped the tablet, laving for Carlos to catch it, she knelt next to her brother, cupping his face in her hands and making him face her “what the hell is going on!?”

“he might be allergic to something on the plateau?” jane offered, walking forward and muttering something under her breath, her mother had finally caved and taught her magic, but the most she knew was scanning spells and healing.

“well… it’s not anything bad? he’ll, be okay though” Harriet nodded and sighed as harry grabbed her hands and pulled them up to the top of his head.

“cold” he muttered, the headache subsiding slightly, he opened his eyes, drifting to the tablet again, the eye on the back staring right at him.

he couldn’t explain it, but hes seen that tablet before...the sheikah slate it was called, and he didn’t know how he knew its name.

the headache went away soon after and he stood to his full height once more, avoiding the tablet now, every time he looked at it the headache returned.

he walked away from the group, climbing up a tall tree trunk and standing on the flat top, looking around the tops of the trees, raising his brows at the large castle.

he whispered, sitting down and closing his eyes.

=

“what’s it called again?” CJ’s voice called out, pouting down at the tablet in his hands.

“its called the sheikah slate CJ, it’s an ancient technology that could help us win the fight against the dark one” he smiled, fingers brushing gently against the screen.

“whatever, what can ya do with it?”

“well I can take pictures, there’s a couple of runes that allow some magic type stuff like stopping time”

“so just a magic tablet? borin’” CJ walked off, climbing on the statue like (y/n), who simply glanced at her and let her climb up her side.

harry rolled his eyes “why do yeh let her do tha’?” (y/n) shrugged and moved her arm, allowing CJ to cling onto it and hook her legs around her waist.

“she may be your person knight but shes my jungle gym!” CJ laughed, whining as Harriet entered the room and glared at CJ.

“get off of her CJ, you know dad doesn’t want her interrupted”

“Why does she even need ta be here!” harry yelled, suddenly standing, glaring at his stone-faced knight “I can protect myself! I know how to fight! why-”

“you know why Harry!” Harriet interrupted his angry rant “you have mom’s magic! and with it people-the clan!- will want to hurt you, kill you even! and you aren’t allowed to carry your sword with you remember?! she’s there to make sure NOTHING happens to you! you are our crown prince! im sure if either I or CJ had moms magic we would also have her!”

harry screamed, picking up his chair and chucking it across the room, CJ letting out a shriek and (y/n) looked blankly to the broken chair, stepping forward to follow after him as he stormed out of the room.

he heard her footfalls and he turned, “STOP FOLLOWING ME!” he screamed, he turned and ran off.

not seeing the single tear trail down his knight’s cheek and drip off her chin

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Harry’s eyes snapped open, that was the clearest memory like dream he had ever had, he could smell the candles that burned on his desk, the wood of the chair he sat it, the leather of the female knight’s jacket.

the anger he felt at the red-coated knight, who looked a lot like (y/n), which didn’t make sense, as when he looked at (y/n) now he felt-

…

he-he wasn’t ready to admit those feelings to himself yet.

=

you went through the photos, smiling at the newest set of the others making faces at the screen, Mal and Uma levitating the tablet and getting a group photo.

you paused in your swiping...there was a photo, of you in a long red coat, not matching Harry's but was very similar, armor resting on your shoulders, elbows, and knees, a sword strapped to your back.

you had no emotion on your face as you looked at the camera.

you gasped as you locked eyes with Harry's, though he didn’t look like the harry you knew.

his hair was brushed and his eyes were clean of eyeliner, a clean red coat with gold and black detailing on his form, black pants, and detailed boots on his feet.

the emblem of Saorsa on his shoulder.

you tapped on the picture, standing abruptly as you saw the date of the photo taken.

(5/7/1520) Saorsa - the western gardens, prince harry and his knight (y/n)

those dreams you kept having….the blackouts, the headaches, the flashes of people.

the voices.

it-it was real, had to a’ve been, there was no other explanation.

….

you had to find the old man.

you clipped the sheikah slate to your hip, grabbing your sword and strapping it to your back.

you ran off, ignoring the calls of the group.

you hoped the old man would tell you everything this time.

--end of part 13--

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[diegoh4rgreeves]

The Polaroid

Story Summary: Diego Hargreeves has a new girlfriend who he just recently made love to. She tries to surprise him with a nude Polaroid which ends up getting lost. They spend their afternoon looking for it. They find it at Griddy’s Doughnuts with Diego’s brother, Five, after spotting Klaus with it because Klaus thought it was a joint paper. The couple gets the Polaroid back, and it prompts Diego and reader to have sex at an unlikely place… After sex, the couple cuddle at the academy and fall asleep together.

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female Reader

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 2,447 words

Warning: Fluff, smut, swearing

A/N: I originally wrote this as an imagine where reader simply gives him the Polaroid and he keeps it. Then I thought this would make a cute dilemma and wanted to make them a realistic couple who love each other and still bicker over things. I hope you all enjoy this. I’m passionate about photography and about Diego, so I wanted to put 2 things I love in a story!

I walk into the bathroom of the gym to check myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a yellow-and-white checkered dress, clipped my bangs to one side, applied red lipstick, and I make sure that my winged black eyeliner was set properly. I give one big smile to the mirror and feel confident in approaching my boyfriend, Diego Hargreeves. He’s going to love this outfit! I usually wear all-black clothing which he also loves. I just thought I’d change it up for today.

I walk out of the bathroom and see him fighting at the boxing rink. Diego Hargreeves is Number 2 of the superhero league, the Umbrella Academy. He’s known as The Kraken. His speciality is in throwing knives. I met him at a punk show when his sister Vanya (Number 7, The White Violin) and he were briefly in a band. I didn’t see him for almost a year after that night. Vanya and I kept in touch and she told me that Diego had an urgent mission the last night of their show. She spent her time learning to play the violin and later teaching it to kids.

I’m a music photographer and took their photos the show before they disbanded. I sent the prints of the photos to Vanya by mail, and we’ve gotten coffee together occasionally. Vanya is cool with her frail looks, and dress shirts and jeans. She’s a nervous person. One time she accidentally poured salt in her coffee. She dared me to drink it. I did. It was nasty. It was that same day she took me over to the academy and introduced me to her siblings. That was how I met Diego again. There was an instant spark. We flirted like it was no one’s business. We talked on the phone for weeks. I came to the gym to watch him and took photos of him in action. Then that evolved to taking photos of each other on unintentional dates. This went on for a few months. Finally, he’s my boyfriend, and I am so happy.

I watch him throw punches and put a guy in a headlock. They’re both groaning as they fight. In between all that, he beams up when he sees me and holds up his hand to indicate a wave at me. I grin at him as acknowledgement to the wave.

I’m especially excited to see Diego today because we made love together for the first time a few nights ago. I took a nude Polaroid of myself and decorated the edges of it with lipstick marks, glued-on rose petals, and an ‘i love u’ written from a red Sharpie. I left it underneath the pillow of his bed in the boiler room of the gym, where he lives.

“Winner!” The ref holds up my boyfriend’s arm. Diego heavily breathes as he holds still with his arm up. There’s slow and light clapping for him. It’s only 11am, so not many people are at the gym right now.

He comes down and immediately walks over to me. He’s sweating and he puts his arm around me. “Hey,” he pecks my cheek. “How was that? Did you like the fight?”

I grin and turn slightly towards him. I place the tips of my fingers on his chest. “Why yes, I did. I think you’ll really know my reaction if you check underneath your pillow soon enough…”

He cocks his eyebrow at me.

“You’ll see what I mean.” I giggle.

He smirks and nods. “Okay then. I guess I’ll check this right now!”

I smirk back and grab his arm to lead the way to his bedroom.

He follows suit. I can feel his pulse still going fast. “You don’t mind if I don’t shower first? I mean…” We’re outside his room now. He leans and whispers, “…You look hella good today. Let me look just as presentable for you.”

I blow raspberries and bend my wrist. “You always look good, Diego. In fact…” I hold the knob to the boiler room. I eye him up and down. “You’re not gonna need your clothes soon anyway.”

“Y/N,” he laughs. “Seriously, what’s underneath my pillow?”

“Just wait for it!” I laugh. “I love leaving you in suspense.”

He growls and twists the doorknob. “It better be your panties…” That actually would have been a great idea… I just show up to the gym in a dress and no underwear on. He would have loved that.

“Well, no,” I respond as we walk into the room. “Just check, Diego!” I stop myself a few steps into the room while he walks over to the bed with curiosity.

He lifts his pillow up. “Hmm.”

I furrow my brows. “What is it?”

“I don’t see anything…” He turns around to me and smirks. “Is it invisible?”

I walk over to his bed and check for the spot I left the Polaroid myself. It’s not there.

“Maybe it fell behind my bed.”

I nod. “Okay. You lift the mattress and I’ll check underneath.” He does as he’s told. I check underneath, and on the floor. Nothing. “What the hell…” I whisper.

“Y/N, just tell me what it was, and we’ll go look for it.” Diego looks at me with concern.

I sigh. “It was… a nude Polaroid… of me.” I look at the ground in shame. Maybe this was a bad idea. Fuck knows where it is now and if some pervert beat Diego to it…

He looks at me in bewilderment. “Oh…” he looks to the side.

I nod. “Mmmhm.”

“Okay… Well… I have no idea where it went!” Diego smirks.

“Neither do I!” I retort. “What the fuck do we do about this, Diego!? You can’t just ask the guys if they saw a nude photo of your girlfriend. They already know what I look like, so it’d be awkward as hell.”

“Why did you even have to take a picture!?” Diego argues. “You’re already in my wank bank.”

“Wank bank!? Who says that anymore?”

He sighs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to blame you for this problem. We will find the picture, okay?” He puts a hand on my shoulder. I look away from him out of embarrassment. “Okay, Y/N?”

I reluctantly nod. I don’t really believe that we will. I just hope that it’s in the trash by now and grinded up by a truck.

Diego and split up to go and look for the Polaroid. We checked the rest of the room. We checked the bathroom. We checked the boxing rink. He lied to his boss that he might have left some papers in his office, so he checked there.

“When did you leave the Polaroid?” Diego whispers to me when we’re by the entrance of the gym.

“I came in after a show I did a photo gig for at like 3am. I told your boss I had to leave something for you, so he opened the boiler room for me.”

Diego nods. “Okay… It should have stayed put then.”

I throw my hands out in frustration. “You think!?”

“We should just take a break trying to find this,” Diego sighs. “Tell you what, why don’t I go shower and we can go to Griddy’s for some coffee and doughnuts?”

I sigh. “I am getting pretty hungry, so we may as well do that…”

He puts his arm around me. “We will find it.” He kisses my temple. “I promise.” He heads on over to the changing room of the gym and takes his shower.

—

Over at Griddy’s, we see Diego’s brother Number Five all by his lonesome. The thing about Number Five is that he was born the same year as all of Diego and his siblings were, but he grew old from time-travelling. He’s a 60-year-old-man in the body of a 13-year-old boy wearing the uniform for The Umbrella Academy. He’s at the wooden counter and having a cup of black coffee. Five isn’t the most social person. Diego still leads me to him as we hold hands and approach him.

Five gives us a look. Even for him, it’s a strange look. “Y/N… Diego…” He gulps. “This is going to be… very awkward, but I have something that belongs to the both of you.” Diego and I give each other a look. Five pulls out a square white sheet of plastic paper. Both Diego and I gasp. Thankfully, Five keeps the Polaroid face-down.

I snatch it away from Five. “How do you have this, and why!?”

“I’m sorry!” Five holds up his hands. “I truly am! I told Klaus that I wasn’t going to give him money for drugs. The others must have said the same thing because he came home bragging to me about finding joint papers in Diego’s room. When he held it up, I saw a breast and I asked Klaus how he found a printed joint… and that was when we both looked at it more carefully and…” Five clears his throat. “Did I tell you how sorry I am?”

I sigh. “It’s okay. You did the right thing giving it back to me. Thank you, Five.”

He nods. “Now you and my brother go get freaky, whatever it is you kids do these days.”

Diego guffaws. “Oh, we will!”

“Diego.” I clench my teeth and nudge him.

“Later, Five!” Diego calls out and leads us out of Griddy’s.

Diego and I stand by the entry of the doughnut shop. “So, we’re not getting doughnuts and coffee anymore?” I point out.

Diego only exclaims over finally having the Polaroid. “Now come on. Let me see it, let me see it!”

“What happened to the wank bank?” I retort.

His excitement goes down to a sigh. “Y/N, did I tell you how sorry I am earlier? I don’t think I did… I’m sorry I was such an asshole over it. I really do appreciate you spicing things up…” He raises his eyebrows at me and smiles. “You were so shy when we first met…” He takes my hand and pecks it, and then he kisses down my arm.

I laugh wholeheartedly. “You are so lame. But I love you.” I smile.

He smiles back at me. He whispers in my ear with a hot breath. “Now let me see it and we can head to the back of Griddy’s.”

I give him a scandalised look. “Diego! That sweet lady who runs the shop will come out here.”

He shrugs. “Isn’t it exciting when it’s forbidden?”

I hesitate before giggling. “I do like that.” I place the tips of my finger to his chest like I did earlier at the gym. He holds up both my hands and kisses them again.

Diego and I walk on over to the back of Griddy’s. His mouth hangs when he looks at the Polaroid and he tells me how much of a dirty little slut I am for going through all this trouble for him.

He stuffs the Polaroid into the pocket of his black pants before he presses our lips hard together. His mouth is cold not long after his shower. I can smell his aftershave and his cologne which he seemed to have sprayed on excessively after his fight. He is so built that I let my hands roam his chest as we passionately kiss. Suddenly he lifts me up and pins me against the brick walls. I wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls down the top of my dress to massage my breasts and licks and sucks them; then he lifts the skirt of my dress up to my stomach. He grinds on my clit outside my panties and he looks at me. “You like that?”

“Mhmm…” I blush and nod.

He smirks. Then he unbuckles his belt and zips down the fly of his pants. He keeps me up and pulls my panties down to one of my ankles. He puts me back in position and slides on the condom he pulled out from his pocket. “Ready?” he checks with me.

I nod.

He stares me down as he slowly and teasingly slides inside me. He’s so big that the first time we made love, I bled. He seems to wanna be careful of that this time. He manages to still make this sexy. I want him to go at least a little faster. Suddenly he does, and I hump back. He smiles as he takes notice of this. I dig my nails to his back and call out his name. I forget where I am suddenly, and I start chasing my high. He’s so big yet I feel like I’ve adjusted to him already. He groans and tilts his head back as he thrusts faster and harder. He calls out my name as quietly as he can in this public area. I feel like we’re provoking each other, and it feels so good.

I got so into this that I suddenly tense up inside him and squirt. I tilt my head and moan as I let this feeling last. I hear him groan and then he pulls out. He kneels me down by him and tells me to open my mouth. I do as he says, and I shove him in. I move my mouth up and down him and moan. He calls out yes and lets out some groans before he lets out a big load which I struggle on swallowing all of. “Yes, princess. Thank you, princess,” he sighs.

Then he looks down at me. I look up at him. And we giggle profusely.

—

Diego and I spend the rest of the day at the academy. We are in his childhood bedroom. It’s small and dingy inside the old mansion. The walls are painted an army green colour and all his posters cover up some of the cracks on the wall. The floors are dark brown and wooden. His bed is plushy, and the fan in his room gets us to snuggle underneath his covers.

He is so warm. I try to avoid falling asleep on him. He points out me being sleepy and that it’s late anyway. “Would you like to stay over?”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “Are you not going back to the gym?”

He blows raspberries. “Not that dump. I wanna spend time with my girlfriend tonight… if she would like to spend time with me.”

“Awww,” I giggle. I kiss the tip of his nose. “It would be my pleasure.”

He grins. “Great.” He pulls me back into his chest. I hold him back and close my eyes with the comfort of getting to spend even more time with him.

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[the-scirocco]

anonymous asked:

👻(for Verity, Carine, or Ranulf )

the-scirocco asked: 🕯️ to have the lights suddenly go out with my muse. Verity had had every intention of going home after her classes. That was until the darkening clouds overhead let of a hearty rumble. Adjusting the strap on her shoulder the woman glimpsed up to appraise the risk of continuing on her way. Catching sight of a curtain of rain worked its way through the gardens of the campus Verity took to running for the nearest building. Not quite making it before the downpour managed to overtake her, the woman heaved the door of the field house open, letting it slam shut behind her. Leaning her hips back to the wall she took a moment to breathe. With fall came cooler rain despite the drops remaining heavy. Collecting herself eye-liner lightly smudged, curls slicked to her brows as she took in the open space. It had been over a while since she’d ventured in to deliver the picture with the tin of cookies. Breathing in the smell of coffee she was beginning to wonder if it was a scent that most field houses came with or just this on. Making her way across, hair still dripping and clothes covered in seeping speckles, Verity eyed the coffee, rather than simply help herself she moved towards the office door. Wrapping at the door frame, figuring she’d at least announce her presence before she dared indulge in the warm drink. “Can a mouse have a cof…ffee?” A sudden crack of thunder wrang out from a nearby lightning strike, any power or candles that had been relayed to the building cut off, leaving the pair briefly blind in the dark. ———————————————————————————————————–

The sudden stark drop of light, and the wind arcing through the field house. The sudden disparity in the room as Farad’s chair made an audible screech across the floor with his push to stand. His fight or flight kicking in and then slowly subsided as he realized it was just the storm. A shake of his head and the room was once more in focus. Taking his seat once more as he reached to pour out two cups of coffee, setting down the mug to the other side of the desk. His mind slightly ringing from the singular instant of darkness, but it was brought back to a much calmer sense as the brunette was in front of him. His voice sat low as he spoke. “It’s good to see you again, I’d actually had planned on dropping by to see if you wanted  to grab a drink at the dead end one of these nights, your recommendation was appreciated.” There was something about Verity that seemed to calm the Elonian, maybe the wry humor, or the way she moved. It was quite easy to tell he was enamored with the woman. Yet this…something was different. He waited for a long moment to see if she would answer his offer of a second outing from school grounds, at first the pause felt as if it was heavily considered no, or a sheer discomfort… yet an answer never came. Her eyes were glassy, and didn’t carry the depth he’d seen within her before, worried for her state, maybe the chill and rain had simply taken to much of a toll on her. His hand reached out across the desk to jostle her own. “Verity?” As his concern for the woman began to take even further forefront of his mind, there was a soft wrapping to his door frame behind him. His eyes scanning from the unmoving face of the artist towards the door. The voice came before he saw the guests face. “Can a mouse have a cof…ffee?” His mind raced to process that no…he was just here, talking to Verity… how was she now at his door. a loud ripple of thunder sent a shock through building, a heavy burst of wind blew out the candles and lights, leaving the pair in the utter dark. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A long form continuation of the previous Ask! Thank you @verity-daine  V-Verity F-Farad V Hearing her name had piqued her curiosity as she hadn't cleared the door for the coach to know it had been her. Catching the glimpse of curly hair sitting across from him just as the lights went out, left the woman blinking several times. Turning left then right as she herself tried to let her eyes adjust. "I'm.. sorry. I can come back later." As the shadows began to take shape she was able to note the pair of coffee mugs on the desk. "I didn't mean to interrupt." Stepping to the side to the middle of the door, Verity looked about the office. A puzzled expression claimed her features as she stepped back into the larger gym space, hazel hues drifting through the dark as she wandered where whomever had just been there had gone. Clapping her hand on the door she shook her head, "Sorry..." She echoed stepping back once more as she pulled a handkerchief from her satchel to wipe any rain left on her face and correct her liner while she considered where to wait out the rain. F It was clear that Farad was just as puzzled, there was a the sound of his chair pushing back. The slow flashes of lightning illuminating the room lightly, the glow of moonlight spilling through the clouds in a temporary reprieve. The seat across from Farad was vacant, just the warm coffee remained at the edge of the desk. Farad forced his fingers against his eyes for a moment, either delirium or sheer dementia finally taking the man early.Struggling to put the sequence of events in order...they'd happened...more than once. In perfect harmony leading to one another. His words were slow for a moment through a visible startle. "No...please, Verity come in... I must have just nodded off." He looked towards the still steaming cup in the soft blueish light of the moon coming through the window, dampening with clouds once more. "I...I have a towel around here somewhere, it's probably a lot better than your handkerchief." He looked across his desk for the pipe matches he kept on hand, flicking the stick to his boot as it provided on a small semblance of clarity to them, a singular vocal point in the spanning dark. V Her retreat slowed, though the puzzled features that were eventually illuminated. "You don't need to go digging for a towel. It's just a little rain." She tried to reassure and downplay how wet she'd gotten despite it being obvious. Stepping back near the door, her hazel hues took in the contents of the office once more. Turning at her hips left then right as if to find someone besides himself. "There wasn't a woman sitting just there?" She pointed to the empty chair and steaming coffee. Lips parting and closing then shaking her head, "I thought you had someone in for a meeting." Lilting her gaze up to the taller figure she offered a softened smile. Tucking a stray curl behind her ear, "I suppose your chair is a better place for a nap than under the bleachers. You were having a pleasant dream I hope?" F giving a small chuckle, finally managing to settle his heartbeat, but not exactly his mind. He was also somewhat listlessly searching about the room for it's missing third guest as well. A clean white towel was offered to her out of the dark of the slow burning match before the Elonian moved to light his small desk candle. "It's no bother at all Verity." Subtle things about the room did seem a bit off, a trio of ink quills lay in a star like pattern on the desk, even all of his mugs upon the book shelf were separated, stacked three high, then three high, then three high once more. He tried to take in the information as he sat down. Lifting his own coffee for a long sip to try and clear through the mental fog. The ordeal causing him to speak without thought. "No...I guess there wasn't.." He looked up towards the sopping wet artist for a moment, his brows lightly scowled in thought. "I thought I was in here talking to you." he spoke plainly, no inhibition to stop him as he pieced through his own mind. V Accepting the towel, Verity dipped her head in thanks. Stepping further to the room she fell still eyeing the pattern on the desk and the peculiar way she'd assumed he'd stacked the books. Not one to judge people's preferences she turned back and eased her satchel to the floor next to the desk. Opening the towel and opening the clip that had held her hair back, careful hands began to work at scrunching the water from her hair. Noting the scowl her features softened from their curiosity to one more of concern. Canting her gaze, "You're alright? I had heard you talking. When you said my name I thought you'd seen me come in." Her hands slowed drawing the towel in front of her, still appearing well wet but less of a mess than when she'd entered. F Running his hands through his hair, pushing the graying locks from his face as he managed to take a moment to assess himself, he must have simply daydreamed the woman joining him. There were similarities yes, but ones brain can do such.He shook his head lightly as she spoke. "Yeah... I think I'm alright now." A long sip of his coffee as he reclined lightly in the chair. "Sounds like both of us just need some damn sleep. Glad I got a second chair." He mustered through a laugh to cut his own tension.He looked up towards the Chronometer on the wall, measuring the time but missing the fact that the mechanism hand stopped counting forward. "Lose track of time in the studio or simply taking in the glorious weather? I can imagine hiking back to your cabin in all of this would be shit start to finish." V Eyes narrowed on his as he claimed to be alright. Lips pulled back in a warming grin. "I hadn't thought it was so late. I wasn't expecting it to rain either. Usually I've got a nose for those things." She explained sinking down into the seat  that was now empty, but not before spreading the towel out over it, not wanting to wet it too much. Her gaze followed his own up to note the time. Brows bounced at the thought of the trek home. The dogs were going to be pleased. "The dogs are going to hate me in the morning." Her gaze falling to the odd placement of the pencils. "My own thoughts have been drifting. Getting distracted has been far easier than even I like to be." Came her confession as she looked back to Farad."The season got you up late?" F He gave a slight nod towards her, kicking one leg over the other, attempting his best to let the evenings oddities slip away from him. mostly keeping his sight towards Verity, the longer he looked elsewhere the more it became.He almost half expected her to walk in the door a third time but a hand to his chin, running his fingers across the late five o'clock shadow brought him a tactile way of not losing his thoughts."Well I could always send you with more rawhides, there are still plenty more after last I stopped by, Just in case I bring Samarah with me." He gave a pause as she spoke about the season and it's pull upon the mind."Fall is not usually a pleasant time for me, but this is my first in Kryta, so I hope to make the most out of it, even spending time with Mr Darrow recently." he gave a small laugh towards the raucous issues the bar likely caused on a nightly basis.The moon once more began to fade behind the clouds, leaving just the single candle to blow in the field house' own breeze. Illuminating mostly just their features as they spoke. The chill in the autumn air creeping as the night was truly taking hold. V "Again?" The woman's grin slipped further. "So that's how you got passed to leave the mug." The pieces of the past week slowly coming together. "Here I thought they were just bad guard dogs, find out they're mercenaries." The woman laughed and leaned back  to the seat. While she'd in part been avoiding another visit until she'd gotten her thoughts straight, she found herself falling back into the easy conversation. There was a knowing nod that came in answer to his mention of the fall. "Same for me, not the first time in Kryta business, but..." She started to ramble, tucking a fallen curl back once more. Brows rose hearing he'd crossed paths with Finn, "There's never a dull moment about Finn. That's for certain. I still need to harass him into doing a tattoo for me. If I can work up the courage." A hesitant hand reached for the mug of cooling coffee that had been poured. It felt odd reaching for a cup that had been poured for someone else or herself, she hadn't been quite sure. With the chill of the rain and to cool of the evening in the building she welcomed the warmth that seeped from the mug. F he gave a softer chuckle. His sandy eyes closing lightly. "No, I know my mercenaries well, I should get them some Duskfall bandanna to wear by the end of the week." He shook his head once more, a soft creaking sound fell from his chair as he leaned back.He'd started to get used to how the woman moved from tough subjects, letting her blather on and indulging her escape route. "A tattoo? I've a few myself, but I didn't know they were that common until I saw Darrow.... for the minutes that I did before racial epithets and narrowly missing a giant of a man get beaten up by nobles." It took a few minutes, but the bright candle light let the corners of the room fade into blackness. The dark consuming details of the room as they spoke. It grew colder with another strong wind through the rafters. "I've got a few blankets if you'd like, I doubt either of us will be comfortable, but you can at least be warm." V Verity's gaze fell to the coffee in hand, "They might actually enjoy that. Danny more than Spud." She chuckled lifting her gaze as she took a sip. Setting the mug back to her lap there was a bob of her head in a nod. "There were a good many who had them in Lion's Arch. Still are I'd imagine. I never really considered one till recently. Still not really sure where I'd put one." She hummed in soft thought. Lips pursing in hearing of the trouble at the Dead-end. As the edges of the room darkened and the room chilled further, the woman had a shiver travel down her spine. "I wouldn't take your blankets. It's my own fault venturing out with not more than this." A hand freed from the mug giving a tug at the light sweater she wore. Canting her gaze on the man across from her, "Does it often get this cold in here?" F "I'll requisition a few of them from the board commissary then." He chuckled lightly and contemplated "I supposed that is all really based on what you would have inked to flesh." It was late and cold, reaching back he picked a thick wool blanket off the side table near his desk and passed it over towards her. "Come now, you cant always be -this- accommodating mouse. Please warm up, it will make me feel better knowing I didn't let you freeze." He took a moment to look around the room. "No.. it usually doesn't, but the summer heat was usually insulated well." The sound of a basketballs loud pang of dribble, then a series of more of them bouncing along the hard wood floor beyond the door of the office. It was hard to see into the yawning black past his door as he turned quickly.He debated simply closing the door to seal them in against the rest of the building. But he took to standing to peer out into the room... V There was a reluctance in accepting the blanket but in the end with his added persistence she did. Setting the coffee to the table she gladly unfurled the blanket and tugged it about her shoulders and about her smaller frame. "No I'm not always this accommodating. Though my pride tends to get in the way." A pointed look had fallen towards him but was quickly drawn towards the door and beyond into the eerie darkness of the field house. It hadn't been nearly as dark when she'd come in nor had it been as ominous. "Are you sure I didn't interrupt?" she asked again, rising to her feet and stepped along side Farad and the door. Her gaze likewise lingering out before up. While she wanted to trust him at his word, she couldn't shake the feeling of having seen someone sitting in his office and now the drifting shadow she could have swore was another within the building. F He felted the pointed stare for a moment from his peripheral vision but the pressing concern of who was with them in the building set his instincts kicking in. Beside her his left arm slipped under the back of his jacket, clutching something steel and leather clad that was hidden beneath his uniform. A brief flash of lighting showed a shape emerging from the darkness far inside of the court, one of the basketballs rolling nearby. A slightly brown figure, nude, and with very tall hair went running through the darkness and out into the rainy weather through the main doors, a lithe blonde woman with a pile of clothes in her arms went after him from beneath the bleachers, her voice calling out in frustration as she had to climb over the knocked over crate of balls that had just been spilled. "Omar!" She called before darting of into the night.Farads grip settle, the clench to his jaw fading as he released the scabbard at the small of his back. Relief setting upon his face.He turned towards her, having only released how close the blanket covered woman was to him. He saw the suspicion hanging in her question."Verity, I don't know who was in my office... or if I was dreaming, but I was talking to you, I'd just asked you if you would have a drink with me, and then...the lights went out." He knew she was incredulous about him, guarded often since they met. "Only you." V With her gaze held on Farad, the distant figure went unseen. Upon hearing the youths bolt and catching the glimpse of them streaking off and out into the rain had the woman bringing a blanket covered hand to cover a laugh. The laugh faded, however, once she heard and further yet saw the insistence on his own features. Lips pursed as she nodded. "I believe you. Well that you believe that. It's just...You're probably right in regards to the sleep." She tried to shrug the oddities off once more. Leaning back against the opposite side of the door. "You want a drink with me enough to dream about it then?" A confusion filled her eyes but for different reasons than when she had arrived. Surely he'd heard rumors in working with the elite students. She weighed the odds but the thought interrupted with the hairs rising along her spine with another chill. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't imply or make it seem that I thought you were lying." F His hand slipped behind, taking a hold of the door to his office, closing behind him as he began to settle into the cold air once more. Hoping the candle gave some warmth.His own features fell after her laughter struck his ear. "I get a bit on edge at night is all, forgive me." He admitted, letting his heart slow from its racing beat. Years as a soldier had affected heavily how his body handled stress, rarely in a healthy fashion.If he had heard rumor about it, it was never mentioned and it didn't seem to hold any weight upon his speech. Giving a moment for the tension to settle. "You are likely right Verity if it's the season or the hour simply playing tricks on us." He asked finally for a moment. "It would seem that I do, if that isn't the oddest thing I've admitted to a woman before." Either it was a real Verity or simply a figment of his mind it is likely that his own desires colored the vision of it. "Still sure you made a better choice joining me instead of Omar under there?" V "You don't need to apologize." She eased from the door after he chose to close it. "It took me a while to get used to staying in the cottage alone. I understand some." She tried to assuage his concern. Twisting as she moved closer to the desk she glimpsed to the door as if she could see beyond it and the youths running off. When she twisted back, she managed to nod. "I'm sure. I really did only want a nap that morning. I'm sure you saved my clothes with that coffee. No if I wanted what the lot of the others want under there, I'm a little more creative than that." She offered the last with a quick lightness to her tone letting him take the information how he would. "Alright. I'll have a drink with you. But if it's to be a proper drink I might suggest a setting that's not the Dead End." The words came almost casual as the woman returned to her seat and silently hoped that the color that touched her cheeks wasn't given away in the candle light. F while dark beyond the door, the moon had settled past the clouds once more, illuminating the building in a soft lunar bask. For now even the chill had passed as if it came in waves with the darkness.The admission hit closer to home than he let on. Transition to a life far different then before was something they shared. His sage and somber visage upturned into a quiet laugh as he sat down through her separation from the rampantly hormonal youth's. "Artful even I imagine." He chuckle with a slight chiding turn of phrase.Hard to tell if the soft change to her complex was caught, but Farads near sand colored eyes were always analytically locked upon her face when they spoke. Heavy kidded as they may be from a lack of sleep."If it is for you to say yes, I'll oblige any suggestion." His smile showed the whites of his teeth as he covered his mouth with a hand.The soft ticking of his clock had begun once more, clicking finally past the hour where it had frozen. Farad leaning back and fighting the sleep that was gripping for him in the haunting night. V Adjusting her blanket as she settled into the chair. "Artful... you might be surprised I've not ventured that route." brows knit as she considered it briefly. Her own chuckle mingling with his own until she felt the weight of his gaze on her own. "It doesn't have to be anything extravagant. But a date among addicts and potential of a bar fight, either run the risk of dampening the mood." She teased lightly. Bringing her legs up to cross at the edges of the chair, it was her turn to return the appraising look. though her features remained softened if not a touch nervous at accepting the invitation. "Worse case you find out I'm not what you thought." There was a roll of her shoulder. The hand that cupped about the mug slipped a finger to pick at the edge of the handle. "If it's keeping you up, it's the least I can do." When the nervous gaze lifted from the coffee it was a more sincere smile that found the Coach. F The subtle look of consideration gave an even deeper heft to his laugh, she did continue to surprise him, whether it was a pointedly sharp jab, or an off the cuff weird aunt comment.His face had softened, his stony jaw relaxing from the stern look many of the students had come to expect of him over the past month he had been on the staff.He looked down for a moment, turning his ow half drunk mug around handle away. "Would you like mine instead?" He offered."I've a few ideas that wont involve either, but I like to remain a man of mystery, it little what I have left." His body leaning back to comfortably place a foot halfway up his desk. "You've the right of it, the only weight placed on it is what we put there. I said before, you'll always be welcome for coffee." It was as if the witching hour has passed. The oddities and subtle changes had subsided for now, perhaps it was all simply consequence of the storm, or the years catching them both on edge. V Brows knit briefly as he offered his coffee instead and was quickly followed by a shake of her head, “oh no, this is fine.” She chuckled. Further confirming with lifting it for a sip. “I’m that case I won’t pry. I’m rather fond of surprises. The good ones at least.” Watching him ease into his seat her figure seemed to follow suit as she pulled the blanket further around.“I feel like I should apologize for falling distant. I know you said there was no need to. It’s not that my interest wasn’t there. But as you said this time of year is difficult.” Came her own confession. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I was asked for a date either. You rather caught me off guard.” The last came with a quiet laugh as if any louder and she’d disturb someone sleeping. F He followed suit with the quiet tone of her voice. Giving an understanding smile, assurance of his words as they came. "I simply assume you a busy student, we've all got our histories to content with Verity. Having one is no reason to apologize to me." He spoke as he lifted his jacket from his torso, turning it over to lay across his crossed arms. The heavy leather making a comfortable blanket.His eyes lightly closing as they upturned to the ceiling as he admitted to her comfortably. "Its been years since I've done so myself. I would hope a younger self was far more suave about such, but I doubt such is true." The comfortable pose gave him an air of peace that was rare, it was likely that sleeping was one of the few reprieves he had. V "That's true." she quietly noted in regards to histories. Running her thumb over the handle of the mug, eventually lifting it to take a pair of drinks before setting it off to the desk.Running a hand through her hair, brushing the drying curls back from her face. As he settled into his seat with the jacket for cover, her own gaze lifted considering the hour and if the storm had passed along with the image of a younger Farad and potentially suave attempts at wooing another. Lips curled with a quietly breathed laugh. "I'm sure you managed well enough. Not that I know you well enough to say. Given what I do know it's hard to imagine otherwise." F He motioned with his hands along his head,and running down to the middle of his back. "Gods I had such long ebony hair, even in those awful sulfur pits, I kept it immaculate.." He chuckled softly "I had my moments, only very few of which I should probably say I am proud of." He gave as a complete admission that he was likely not much better in his youth than the basketbrawl team. While the storm had lifted, the groan was still simply a soupy mess, trek-able if one wished, a bath was likely all that would be needed after it's long trek."You laugh, but I thought I was incredibly serious and full of mystery." He gave a soft self introspective laugh at his personal dig.He kept his eyes closed, adjusting to the dark. Sleep wouldn't be far behind, and he made no push to remove the woman, or to stop her if she chose to take leave. V "I think those moments are more like a right of passage." A canted gaze lingered across the desk towards her company before glimpsing up towards the time. She'd seen plenty of moments where men had fallen asleep in their chairs, often regretting it come morning. Rising then to her feet, "I'm not sure I'd call those bad attributes. So long as there's a humor there too." The blanket was pulled from her shoulders and folded to rest over her arm with a hand resting on top. "I should let you go get some rest. It sounds like the rain's stopped, I can be on my way." Turning the blanket was returned to the table from where she'd seen it collected, Verity followed suit with the towel she'd been allowed to borrow. It was a deepened inward breath and a glance towards the door that she prepared herself for the journey home. Months of living in the middle of no where had taken some getting used to, there weren't many things she feared as they often had explanations, but the quite that came with night occasionally mingled with a tinge of unease. Collecting up her satchel, any thought gone awry  pressed to the back of her thoughts, leaving a pleasant smile to find the Coach. "Thank you for the blanket and the coffee." F As she began to clean up around the office, placing away all of items as she prepared. His eyes fluttered open. Slowly placing his foot down and coming to stand before her. He was relaxed and comfortable, heavy lidded but sure of himself.He didn't move to stop her, but meet her by the door, cracking it for her for when she chose to take it. His prosthetic hand, reached out to give a surprisingly gentle and dexterous hold to her own. A small squeeze of appreciation to her. "If you want to head home, stay safe. if anything happens I'll be right here." He simply seemed reassuring, and generally supportive of her process, her choices, having many of them similar. Neurotic focused energy from loss and life. "Ask the dogs when they'd be willing to let you out for an evening." V Verity went still when his hand collected her own. She didn't withdraw, instead returned a squeeze of her own. It wasn't until after that she realized that he might not feel it. Lifting her gaze to meet his own. "I will. So long as you don't let yourself fall asleep in the chair." she countered. "Feel free to surprise us. They're pretty understanding, especially if you keep paying them off." lips pulled back in a tired but affectionate smile. There was a reluctance to free her hand from his hold, when she did it moved to slide over the side of his waist, "Good night, Farad." With a dip of her head the woman started for the open door and make her way home. F turning back into his office lightly. "I promise." He smiled, looking back in hopes that his military cot was still in here somewhere in one of his trunks. While he truly couldn't feel the squeeze, the movement of the asura tech was precise, he knew something moved. And the reluctance to let go made him smile slightly." I'll make sure to keep my bribe on me." Moving back to remove himself from her path, he was watch until she exited the building. His voice was enough to be heard across the court with it's near silent dark. "Good night Verity." He moved back into the his office and shut the door, an ever present smile simply stapled to his face before finding something other than his chair to sleep on.It was only in the middle of the night, once all had slipped from consciousness, would the clock stop once more. Three A.M. it remained for only a quarter of a bell, the spirits one by one rising from his office and slipping back out into the night. Only one remained, cold and focused on the Elonian, watching in her frigid violent envy. It's allowance of spirits through the aged ancient halls was over...

#RP #Farad #verity #as tyria turns

[kademaki]

Pepper Spray

Hux x Reader 

based off the AU   “I was trying to ask for directions and you accidentally pepper sprayed me cause you thought I was your stalker.”

“I should have left earlier.”You thought to yourself as you walked through the now dark parking lot on the edge of campus.  You had spent the last few hours studying in the library and hadn’t noticed as the sun started to dip in the sky.  That’s how you found yourself walking alone through campus late at night.  Though your campus was located in a big city, this was the more peaceful residential side of the city.  There were few people walking around and even though there were many street lights lighting your way, it still gave you nerves to walk around alone at night.  Not to mention that for the past few months you felt like you had been followed by one of your classmates.  He was in one of your classes last semester and had barely spoken to you all even when you were assigned to a group project together.  But when the semester had ended, you started running into him everywhere.  The library, the gym where you swore he watched you on the treadmill while he lifted dumbbells, the university coffee shop where he ordered water and sat at the table next to you when the shop always had plenty of seats open away from you.  You weren’t sure if he could be considered a stalker or not until you were walking home to your off-campus apartment and saw him standing outside across the street. You knew it was your apartment because your apartment was actually a house you rented a room in with other students and the only other neighbor on that side was a small family. You had walked back to campus and asked your roommate to text you when he left.  Since then, you didn't want to walk home alone at night no matter how short the walk was.

“Good thing pepper spray is only a misdemeanor if I use it in self-defense.” You joked to yourself as you pulled the cylinder from your pocket as you neared the gate signifying an entrance to the university. You bundled yourself tighter as a gust of wind reminded you that it was barely thirty degrees outside tonight.  You had surely picked the best night to make the walk home alone.  You stopped as you got close to the gate to put on your headphones and play some music on your phone to distract you and help motivate you to rush home away from the cold.  With your headphones on, you pushed through the turnstile.  It was cold as ice and you put your hands on it to push it, yet another reason you wished you had left earlier.  When it was this late, the main entrances to campus were closed and you could only exit or enter through the turnstiles activated by your student identification card.  You swore as you blew on your fingers trying to warm them.   If you hadn’t been trying to warm your fingers you would have noticed the tall dark figure coming towards you from across the street. 

“I hope Jenna turned the heat up when she got home.  There’s no way my room isn’t freezing in this weather…” you pulled out your phone to text your roommate as you started down the street.  You didn’t hear the voice saying ‘excuse me’ over your music. Just as you passed under a street lamp, you felt a hand on your shoulder and whirled around to see a tall dark figure obscured in the glare from the streetlamp holding a cloth in their outstretched hand.  “Oh shit, it's Kylo! Is that chloroform?  This is how I die isn’t it?” was your first reaction.  Your second reaction was to slide the safety off of your pepper spray and spray it directly into the stranger’s face.  You watched, now spraying pepper spray wildly in the stranger’s direction as he took a few steps back. 

As he stepped back into the light from the street lamp, you realized, “Kylo doesn’t have red hair? Shit. Oh no, did I just pepper spray the wrong guy?!” You pulled your headphones out and quickly ran over to the red-headed stranger.  Without your headphones, you could hear his groans as he rubbed his eyes trying to wipe the spray away.

“Are you okay?! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to pepper spray you- well I did but that’s because I thought you were this guy who’s been stalking me because he found out where I live even though I’ve never told him-”  The man groaned and you decided you should probably stop talking. He didn’t need to hear about your problems after you had just pepper sprayed him.  You stared at him for a moment before remembering you had your water bottle.  “Hey, I have my water bottle. My mouth has been on it but-” 

“That would have been great five minutes ago.” The stranger said with a clipped accent, pulling the water bottle from your hand and tilting his head the side and pouring it over his eyes, letting the water fall across his face to the ground.  After a few moments, he straightened and handed you the bottle. You finally got a good look at him.  His eyes were almost as red as his hair from the pepper spray.  He was tall like Kylo, but maybe an inch or two shy of Kylo’s height, his frame was thin and muscular not like Kylo’s thick and bulging frame.  He also had an accent, he wasn’t from the area… you had really messed this one up.

“To think, my intentions were to ask you for directions since the campus map was useless and you pepper spray me.” He gestured to the crumpled paper on the ground. 

“The campus map?” you replayed the event back in your head, that must have been the cloth you thought you saw in his hand. You questioned why he needed a map when your university campus wasn’t that large to begin with, after a few days, it's impossible to get lost.  “Why did you need a map this late at night?” 

“I needed to go the Public Safety office for a new I.D. card since I just transferred from another campus.  They sent  me the map for the campus upstate but not the city’s campus by mistake so I was hoping to get directions from another student but I don’t think Public Safety will let me take my photo like this.”  He said gesturing to his irritated red eyes and splotchy face.  

“I’m so sorry, I know they’ll let you get a new I.D. card but you might have to retake it when you haven’t…” you trailed off,“when you haven’t just been pepper sprayed by another student. Good job, Jenna will never let me live this down.”  

“Well I need to get my picture taken either way, do you think you could give me directions to Public Safety? Everything is still a little blurry but I think I can make it there.”  

“I can take you, it’s the least I can do after...you know, pepper spraying you.  Worst case scenario I can explain what happened and maybe they’ll go easy on you. They can be kind of rude if they think you injured yourself messing around. I’m Y/N.”  You said offering your hand to him. 

“ I’m Armitage.” He shook your hand and the two of you set off towards Public Safety.

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                    Seven Months Later

“I’m going to die, I don’t think I can do this.  This is too much.” you cried into your pillow.

“You’re not going to die Y/N.  You’ve been preparing for a while, it’s just final exams.” Armitage said rolling his eyes.  “You’ve studied every day for the past two weeks. You’ll do fine.”

You rolled over at stared at him from your spot on your bed. The bags under his eyes seemed larger than normal as you watched him typing away on his laptop seated at the desk across the room.  It was finals week and the two of you had spent nearly every waking moment writing papers and studying for exams together.  “I know but I don’t feel ready. Remind again why I thought it was a good idea to take this many classes at once? Three of my finals are back to back. I don’t get a break to rest in between them.”  You huffed. 

Armitage looked up from his laptop, “One of those finals is simply turning in a paper you’ve already written,  you only need to study for two finals that day.”  You groaned and shoved your face into your pillow.  You sighed as you heard the wheels to the chair squeak as Armitage got up from the desk and cross the room to you before you felt his fingers running through your hair.  

“You’ve come this far.  You’ve put in time and effort into studying, you’re going to do fine.” You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head before walking back to the desk.  “Just trust your instincts while taking the exam.  Your instincts haven't failed you yet have they?” 

“ ‘Trust my instincts.’ You say that like my instincts didn’t tell me to pepper spray you when we first met.” You groaned, hearing Armitage’s small laugh from across the room. 

“Yes, but look where we are now.  If it hadn’t been for your instincts, we might have a had a normal first meeting and you wouldn’t have felt compelled to treat me to coffee every day for a month to make up for it. You would have just pointed me in the right direction and never spoken to me again.” 

You closed your eyes and thought about how you made yourself treat Armitage to coffee at the university coffee shop and how your friendship had started before morphing into your current relationship.  You ended up spending so much time together at the coffee shop, studying together and complaining about your professors that you couldn’t have predicted how your relationship would turn out.  Thinking about the coffee shop made you think about finals week and rolled face down.  You groaned internally when you heard Armitage let out a deep sigh, great now you were stressing him out too.

You felt the space on the bed next you to sink under Armitage’s weight before his arms wrapped around your frame.  “Let’s make a deal.  As much as we should be studying, let’s build one of the blanket forts you love so much, watch a few episodes of whatever your favorite show is and forget about class for a little bit. After that, we’ll start writing our final papers together. How does that sound?” 

You nodded and watched him slide off the bed and struggle to start constructing your blanket fort.  At first, he had been reluctant to make one with you since he considered a waste of time but he came around to making them with you ever since he saw how happy making them made you.  Who knew that pepper spraying the wrong person by mistake would have led you finding happiness months later.

#star wars #the force awakens #hux #general hux #hux x reader #general hux x reader #armitage hux #the last jedi #star wars: the last jedi #star wars: the force awakens #i should be studying #general hux fanfiction #hux fanfiction #armitage hux fanfiction #pepper spray #i actually pepper sprayed my roommate once by accident #but it was really her fault #no one died #star wars fanfiction

[clonesonly]

Very Short Selfcest Story

Note: This very short story is written as if it was a transcript from a  VLOG/video diary. You're meant to imagine what it would look like if you were watching it. I got inspired to write this after seeing the photo below. (Also if you’re looking for an intense sex scene, sorry I don’t really write those.)

A man walks into camera (Note: See picture for looks) wearing nothing but an reddish-orange tank top and tight red boxer briefs (See this picture). He sits down on a chair in a kitchen and faces the camera."Hey everyone. Uh, I'm Sam. And... I have clones. Well I might be a clone too, I don't remember... but there are eight... yeah eight of us." (Quick cut.) 

"Story goes... uh, I was offered $200,000 if I took part in some experiment. Turned out to be a cloning experiment. At first they made one clone of me and that was cool. But some incident occurred and they made eight so... To hush me they gave me eight times the original amount of money." (Quick cut.)

 "With $1,600,000, turns out you don't really have to work, so none of us have jobs. We kinda just, uh, lounge around, have some fun. (He chuckles) That's kinda the reason we don't own any pants." (Quick cut.)

"So with that, uh, I guess I'll show you around my house so you all can meet my clones." The cameraman following him, Sam first walks into the adjacent living room. Three Sams in the same attire are sitting on a couch. Two are playing video games, the third is watching.

"Hey guys I'm making the VLOG. Say hi to the camera." All three look up and wave. "Hey world" they all exclaim in a monotone voice. 

"Do you guys wanna say anything to the viewers?" the first Sam asks. "Uh yeah" the two playing say. "Uh, you go first" "No you." "Dude stop it." They playfully push each other while giggling. The third Sam then speaks up "Uh yeah. Living with clones is cool, gives you an equal to play with in video games I guess. We always tie, but uh, what can you do?" 

"Alright thanks Sam." Sam says as he walks to the stairs, two of the couch Sams still chatting in the background, while the third Sam nods goodbye.

On the way up the stairs, Sam passes another Sam. "Uh hey dude, any Sams up there?" He snickers. "Yeah dude check the bedroom."

Sam looks back to the camera confused as the other Sam continues downstairs. "What's he laughing about?" (Quick cut.)

Now in the upstairs hallway, Sam yells out "Sam? Sam? Where you guys at?" He enters a bedroom, where there are four mattresses laid across the floor and connected together with blankets. "So, uh, yeah this is where we sleep. We, uh, like to cuddle when we sleep, so we combined our beds-" He looks to the edge and sees a moving bump from under some covers. Sam puts his finger to his mouth and shushes the camera while tiptoeing towards the bump. He jerks the blanket off the bed to reveal two Sams intensely making out under the covers. "Hey guyyyyys" Sam taunts them. 

"Oh hey Sam" they both look up. "Care to join?" 

"Uh" Sam chuckles "I'd love to but I'm doing that VLOG thingy. Say hi to the camera." They both respond with a "Hey world" before resuming their loving. 

Sam starts walking back out "Yeah that's just something we Sams like to do here. Can't really do much with eight of us so it's a nice time waster. Feels good too..."

Upon reaching the downstairs hallway, Sam sees the two video game playing Sams from earlier kissing against a wall and points his thumb at them. "And hey, can you blame me?" He spins around to showcase his body before heading down to the basement. 

Downstairs there are three doors. Sam showcases the right one first. "This is our exercise room. We exercise as a group a few times a week. Sometimes we do a bit of modeling to make some kind of money, so we gotta, uh keep your bodies strong." The next room resembles a gym shower with four faucets. "This is where we shower. There are only four so sometimes we have to share. We don't mind though. We usually have fun while showering, playing games, other stuff, you know..." The last room he showed off was a home theater. "This is where we binge watch shows and movies together. We don't have much to do here so this is how we spend a lot of our time. We watch at set schedules-" Sam looks at the clock. "Hey, looks like its almost time" he says as he hears footsteps approaching. 

Six Sams walk downstairs chatting and pile onto the curved, spacious couch in front of the large screen. "Hey Sam put that camera away its time to watch!" Three Sams exclaim. The cameraman turns the camera around revealing it to be the eight Sam "Alright guys hold up." He places the Camera on a nearby shelf so that the entire couch is in view and the two filming Sams join the other six on the couch. "You guys ready?" four Sams say. "Yeah dude" the other four respond. All eight Sams sit so that their legs are spread out and graze one another's legs. Some have their arms wrapped around another's shoulders. 

Throughout the shows and movies, all eight Sams react the same way to the same scenes. A montage of them laughing, cheering, exclaiming surprise, and groaning at the same time in the same exact way ensues. 

Once their binge watching is over, four Sams exclaim while stretching "I don't feel like getting up." The other four Sams roll over so that they are sitting over another Sam, facing their counterpart. "There's stuff we can do right here on this couch, Sam." All eight Sams smile and each pair share a warm kiss. 

"Wait. Uh, should we be filming this? This is for YouTube right?" "Eh, we can edit out anything too... risque." "This is meant to showcase our daily life." The eight Sams shrug and resume. After some edited footage of different make out poses, such as four-way and eight-way kissing, moaning of the word "Sam", groping of each other's butts, and a little dry humping, seven of the Sams pass out on the couch, all cuddling in a long row. The eight Sam walks up to the camera. 

"Well guys that was a pretty good summary of my daily routine, uh, as you can see life with clones isn't the most exciting thing, but it sure is... uh (chuckles) enjoyable. So, um, see you guys whenever, and oh, don't forget to like and subscribe from more. See ya!"

The credits roll over a short clip of the eight Sams proactively dancing with each other.

#clone #clones #cloning #cloned #selfcest #clonecest #gay #white male #duplicate #replicate #copy #double #eight of him #clone machine #Sam Callahan #hot #sexy #boxer briefs

[ensigntilly]

the puddle; a malec fanfic

hello i’m back on my bullshit again

Summary: He was tired, alone, and tethered to reality by a broken heart.  Word Count: 1,881  Genre: Angst   

Read on Ao3 

If there was one thing that Alec Lightwood knew as he lay sprawled out on the floor of his bedroom, was that Magnus Bane was a diamond. Diamonds were precious and valuable, constantly demanded by the rich and famous, and awed upon by the poor and unworthy. They danced upon beams of light filtering through windows as they sat on a bedside table in a royal bedroom. There was no real colour to a diamond; it was partially transparent and sometimes a hint of light blue would rise to the surface and stain the diamond. Perhaps there were diamonds with a splash of purple, or blue, or green, or pink. But Magnus Bane was not one of them.

Diamonds had been created immaculately, each edge was carefully pointed and the sides were smooth- they were the perfect embodiment of human want and enjoyment. Diamonds were cut with a crisp knife to make them more desirable, and small glistening pieces were sold off the market of hungry wolves. If the diamond was cut correctly, then the pieces would be miniature versions of the original, with each edge as pristine as the next. Precision was key. If the knife was to slip, or lean to one side, then the entire diamond would shatter beneath the cutter’s hands. It would ruin years of work and care and the cutter’s career would be ruined. It was like walking on a tightrope and beneath you was a pool of bubbling hot lava. There was violence in the art of cutting and loving diamond. And Alec had caught himself in the crossfire of the most dangerous one.  

When Alec had first met Magnus, a fire had sparked it’s way into Alec's brain. It had burnt down any sense of reasoning Alec had left and raged on until he’d kissed Magnus, and his entire brain froze when Magnus leant into Alec's body, and cupped his face with both hands, and skimmed Alec's jaw line with the cold harsh metal of his rings. It has been electrifying being touched like that. Every nerve on his body jolted into life and buzzed whenever Magnus bushed his cheek, or dug his painted fingernails into Alec’s bare shoulder, or when he scraped them down Alec’s back and left deep red marks. That’s when Alec felt the most alive.  

Magnus' hands had grounded Alec when he was at his lowest. Like when Alec had slumped on the bathroom floor in his student accommodation and hurled toothbrushes, and toilet paper, and anything he could reach, at the tiled wall and cried over his grades and his shitty life and his parents. Magnus had walked in on him curled up on the floor and scooped him up and ran his fingers through Alec's disturbed hair and took him out for dinner. He'd helped Alec when Robert cheated on Maryse. Alec had locked himself away for a week after he'd found out and he let cans and bottles pile up around his bed and across his desk, until they obscured the blotchy carpet below. At some point, Isabelle told Magnus, and Alec remembered pulling himself out of a drunken haze as he heard a key turn in the lock and the door crept open. Alec regretted giving Magnus a key when he slipped into Alec's apartment. But Magnus had held him as he sobbed in his arms and he had danced his fingers across Alec's back for hours.

Alec allowed himself to smile at the memory. He'd thought about it many times over the past week. Mostly when he was eating breakfast, or before he was about to sleep, or when he was getting dressed, or when he was hunched over a text book. The memories of Magnus dragging him to party's and both of them getting horribly, embarrassingly drunk and stumbling up the rickety wooden staircase to Magnus' apartment, with Alec clinging onto Magnus by his ruined shirt, and occasionally slamming the older man into the stairwell wall and kissing him. He was high on the ecstasy of love and the spikes in his heart rate.

Maybe it was his naivety that got him in this situation.

This was all Alec's fault anyway. He was the one that convinced Magnus to go out- even when their relationship was cracked and damaged by loud voices and smashed glass. He was the one that watched silently as a girl flirted with Magnus. He was too far drunk to notice Magnus pushing the girl away and how he attempted to stand up before he was shoved back down again. He was also the one that cried and screamed at Magnus when they got home and ruined the picture frame when he threw the photo at the wall. He was the one that pushed Magnus out his apartment with a bag of his clothes and their engagement rings.

Alec wished he had that ring now. So he could twit it around his finger until there was a red circle and it bruised so he could feel something that wasn’t a sickly ache in his chest. The ring was made of silver, with small fake diamonds lining the visible side, with a larger gem stone taking centre stage, attracting the most attention. And Alec loved putting it on before he went to class and touching it subconsciously while his professor was speaking. When Magnus first gave it to him, he’d sat in his room alone for an hour, holding it up to the light and spinning it around, and smiling as the lamp caught it and spilled a rainbow across the carpet. The ring was ethereal, and everything Alec wanted in a hunk of metal.

But he’d sent that ring packing in a suitcase carried by angel wearing it’s clipped wings on its shoulders.  

It was stupid how Alec didn’t foresee this coming. From when they’d first met and Magnus had whispered something in Alec's ear, and made his face crimson red. The bar was completely full, and Alec had no intention of running out into an alley with Magnus, or dragging the older man to his accommodation. But the air was thick in the bar and Magnus was sitting only a bar stool away from Alec, so he ended up pulling the graduate into the middle of the dance floor and making an absolute idiot of himself for the sake a of a phone number. It worked and Magnus had given Alec his phone number before he left the bar, and Alec called it the next day.  

He can remember the soft baritones of Magnus' voice and how it echoed through his phone speaker and into Alec’s ear. It reached his ear like light melting into someone’s eyes and it made Alec’s heart flutter dangerously whenever the older man spoke. He’d shut his phone off after they’d said their goodbyes and lay down on his mattress, his phone pressed against his chest and his eyes closed and muted. He lay in the dark for a while, the grabbing hands of sleep not yet pinning him down, and thought endlessly of the Magnus sitting in his apartment, with his phone pressed against his ear and his elbows leaning on his desk.

That's when he fell in love with Magnus Bane.

With his crooked smile that was too endearing to ignore. And his gentle eyes that Alec was so fond of. And his utterly blessed out face whenever they kissed. And his scent of aftershave and sweat in the afterglow that drifted off him when he collapsed next to Alec. Alec shuddered at the memory and picked himself up into a sitting position when the carpet scratching against his back became too irritating to ignore. He scrambled for his phone in the darkness to check the time, and he attempted to overlook the photo of him and Magnus in Paris as his lockscreen. 1:42am. Alec signed and haphazardly threw it phone against the wall and flopped back onto the floor, letting his eyes slip shut again, and tired to force the thought of Magnus out of his mind, and instead wanted to think about all the papers he had due, or going out with Isabelle next week, or training at the gym with Simon tomorrow. All those plans seemed like chores now and he was tempered to cancel, and instead spend his evening staring at the wall and smashing bottles so he could have some form of stimulation other than Magnus.

But his mind wondered to the day they were tourists in the city of culture, and they raced each other to the top of the Eiffel Tower and kissed while people roamed beneath them, bustling about with their bags and yelling down their phones in French. They locked themselves away in their hotel room on the far side of the city. Two hours. Two hours spent touching each other beneath sparkling hotel bedsheets, familiarizing themselves with each other’s body, finding out what buttons to press to make the other jerk, and sigh, and moan, and squirm. Alec mentally slapped himself when he thought about how he felt when he caught Magnus staring at his naked back, then when Magnus traced patterns over the pale skin with the tips of his fingers. Magnus had pulled Alec towards him, and mumbled some declaration of love against his lips and kissed him softly, before they both fell asleep.

He dragged himself out of his thoughts to notice his phone vibrating violently against the floor, and crawled like a young child across his floor to grab it.

Magnus

That’s what his caller ID said. He accepted the call immediately, and with shaking hands, lifted the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey. I know  I'm  probably the last person you  want to speak to right now but...” 

Magnus went silent, and Alec imagined him pinching the skin between his eyebrows together between his fingers and scrunching up his face as he fumbled for the words.

“I don't even know why I called you.  I guess I just wanted to hear your voice. It feels like forever since I’ve heard it.”  

Alec’s throat went dry; Magnus missed him too. Maybe Magnus was lying on his bedroom floor too, a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass next to him, and one ear pressed to the ground as shouts from the couple below him echoed upwards. Maybe Magnus wished that they were that couple, so at least they were together and could stare into each other’s eyes.

“I’m sorry this was stupid and too soon.”  

Alec jerked at little and blinked rapidly.  

“Trust me, it’s fine Magnus. I’m just tired.”

“No I need to go anyway , I’ve got an early start at work tomorrow. I'll see you around Alec.”  

Alec tried to speak, but Magnus had already hung up. The room turned deadly silent and Alec could hear is own breath bouncing off the walls. Tears stung against his eyes and threatened to over-spill so Alec grabbed the bottle off the floor, and drank a mouthful straight out of it.

Because when it came to Magnus Bane, Alec was just the stranger that always gets hits by a puddle splashing up to the pavement as a car drove through it. And Magnus was always that car.

#shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanfic #malec #malec fanfiction #alec lightwood x magnus bane #malec fanfic #angst #me #writing #the puddle #nowhere but here #YEET #magnus bane #alec lightwood

[felicia-cat-hardy]

15 Sexting Lines To Initiate A Sexy Conversation

Sexting can be a lot of fun. In fact, sometimes it feels like half the thrill of a hookup is all the flirting that happens beforehand. Anticipation is hot, after all! But when it comes time to think up sexting lines, it’s so easy to get tongue-tied — or, rather, finger-tied.

If you can’t figure out how to start sexting it’s probably because your nerves are getting in the way. “Sexting can be awkward,” Susan Trombetti, a matchmaker and CEO of Exclusive Matchmaking, tells Bustle. Not only is there a lot of pressure to say the “right” thing, but it’s also tough to be the one to kick things off. What if the other person isn’t in the mood? What if they don’t say anything back?

It helps to have an open conversation, too, says Caitlin V. Neal, MPH, clinical sexologist and sexpert for Royal. For instance, some people get nervous about sexting because they don't know what to say. If that's a concern for you, be honest and let your partner know. "Perhaps they'll be willing to take the lead, to reassure you of how attractive you are, or they might have some naughty ideas and inspiration that you can run with," Neal says.

This should go without saying, but you should only send these kinds of messages to someone you have an established relationship with and know would enjoy them. And it’s best to start with a pre-sexting consent text, especially if the other person is new to your life. By making sure they’re fully on board it’ll take the edge off. From there, you can volley back and forth knowing the messages are being well-received. "You don't want to initiate only to find out that they're not in the right headspace for it — that could be a big turn-off," Neal says. Be sure to read the situation as best as you can to see if they're in the mood and available for it. If you’re not sure, try asking if sexting is something they’d be into before thrusting it on them (no pun intended).

“Mindset in this is everything since you will have to be using your imagination a bit,” Trombetti says. So above everything else, remember to have fun. The more you allow yourself to let go and enjoy, the hotter your sexting conversation will be. If you need some inspiration, read on below for a few tips on how to start sexting.

1. "I’ve been thinking dirty thoughts about you. Want to hear?"

Whether you’re sexting with a potential hookup, or want to get a longer-term partner in the mood, go ahead and start off with this message. It’ll help you test the waters to see if they’re on board before your start sending a bunch of risqué texts their way.

2. “Hey, are you busy? Can I tell you about a fantasy I’ve been thinking about recently?”

As relationship expert Sophie Mona Pagès tells Bustle, you could also say something like this to check their mood for a spicy convo. That way you’ll know you have their full attention and that they’re equally ready to sext.

3. “I just got back from the gym and I’m about to hop in the shower. What are you doing?”

Help them form a picture in their head. “The best flirty questions to ask via text usually provide a visual,” Amber Kelleher-Andrews, a relationship expert and CEO of the matchmaking site Kelleher International, tells Bustle. Tell them you just slipped into a bathing suit, reclined onto your bed, or stepped out of the shower, and just like that you’ll have inserted a sexy image into their mind.

4. "It’s been too long since we’ve hooked up ;)"

Know someone who would like to know how much they’re missed? Be bold and send this flirty message their way. Even if you don’t hook up IRL, it could lead to a fun night of sexting.

5. "I miss your hands on my body...”

To do one better, describe in detail what you miss about them. “Maybe it is their lips, hands, legs, etc.,” Trombetti says. “Getting specific is flirty and clear in your intentions.” Also, there’s something about the wording here that reads like a steamy romance novel — in a totally good way.

6. "I just touched myself while thinking about last night.”

Make them think of a recent sexy time. This gives them a nice image to meditate on until you can meet again. Follow up with “I want you to make me feel like that again,” and you’ll be off to the races.

7. "Do you want to try something new in bed tonight ;)”

Trombetti says this one ticks all the sexting boxes: It’s flirty, it shows your intentions, and it sets them up to respond, which is exactly what you want when initiating sexting. Get ready to share your fantasy and encourage them to do the same.

8. "What would you do if you were with me right now?”

Make them do some of the work. “If your partner receives this text, their mind is going to start wandering in all the right directions,” Trombetti says. “Again, now it’s their turn to respond!” If they aren’t saying much back, try asking them to go into more detail to help your imagination.

9. "I Can’t Stop Staring At Photos Of You."

This one can be as sexual as you want it to be, and lets your partner know you have them on your mind. Try it and see where it takes the convo.

10. "This playlist is so sexy. It made me think of you.”

According to Pagès, sexting can include more than just words. Music, for example, has a way of setting the scene. Send a sultry Spotify playlist their way and see what happens. You could also exchange sultry gifs, movie clips, sexy nudes — the possibilities are endless.

11. "I dreamed about you last night...”

This message is arguably one of the easiest ways to start sexting. “It's about them, allows you to share what's on your mind, and opens the door to mutual fantasies,” Pagès says. “Perfect combination! Also, it's not graphic, so you can gradually build up the sexual tension.”

12. "Omg, I’m so horny over here...”

There’s no shame in straight-up admitting that you’re horny, especially if you’re sexting a partner who you see all the time. Once this message pops up on their phone, it’ll be tough for them to ignore.

13. "I just got into bed and wish you were here with me.”

This is a subtle way to hint that you want them without actually saying it. “The goal is to set a scene where the other person would like to join you,” Kelleher-Andrews says.

Are you in bed? Drinking wine alone on the couch? Admit that it’d be 100 times better if they were next to you and see what they say.

14. "I can’t wait to get home and have you all to myself."

Send this message earlier in the day to build anticipation for later on. Follow up by describing what you’re going to do, in explicit detail.

15. "Tell me how you like to touch yourself.”

If you’re feeling extra — and have an established connection — dive right in with something over-the-top like this. Imagine the look on their face when they glance down at their phone and see this. With the right person, confident, bold statements like this one can be so hot.

Experts:

Caitlin V. Neal, MPH, clinical sexologist and sexpert for Royal

Susan Trombetti, matchmaker

Sophie Mona Pagès, relationship expert

Amber Kelleher-Andrews, relationship expert

Get Relationship Advice Here

[hoynovoy]

15 Sexting Lines To Initiate A Sexy Conversation

Sexting can be a lot of fun. In fact, sometimes it feels like half the thrill of a hookup is all the flirting that happens beforehand. Anticipation is hot, after all! But when it comes time to think up sexting lines, it’s so easy to get tongue-tied — or, rather, finger-tied.

If you can’t figure out how to start sexting it’s probably because your nerves are getting in the way. “Sexting can be awkward,” Susan Trombetti, a matchmaker and CEO of Exclusive Matchmaking, tells Bustle. Not only is there a lot of pressure to say the “right” thing, but it’s also tough to be the one to kick things off. What if the other person isn’t in the mood? What if they don’t say anything back?

It helps to have an open conversation, too, says Caitlin V. Neal, MPH, clinical sexologist and sexpert for Royal. For instance, some people get nervous about sexting because they don't know what to say. If that's a concern for you, be honest and let your partner know. "Perhaps they'll be willing to take the lead, to reassure you of how attractive you are, or they might have some naughty ideas and inspiration that you can run with," Neal says.

This should go without saying, but you should only send these kinds of messages to someone you have an established relationship with and know would enjoy them. And it’s best to start with a pre-sexting consent text, especially if the other person is new to your life. By making sure they’re fully on board it’ll take the edge off. From there, you can volley back and forth knowing the messages are being well-received. "You don't want to initiate only to find out that they're not in the right headspace for it — that could be a big turn-off," Neal says. Be sure to read the situation as best as you can to see if they're in the mood and available for it. If you’re not sure, try asking if sexting is something they’d be into before thrusting it on them (no pun intended).

“Mindset in this is everything since you will have to be using your imagination a bit,” Trombetti says. So above everything else, remember to have fun. The more you allow yourself to let go and enjoy, the hotter your sexting conversation will be. If you need some inspiration, read on below for a few tips on how to start sexting.

1. "I’ve been thinking dirty thoughts about you. Want to hear?"

Whether you’re sexting with a potential hookup, or want to get a longer-term partner in the mood, go ahead and start off with this message. It’ll help you test the waters to see if they’re on board before your start sending a bunch of risqué texts their way.

2. “Hey, are you busy? Can I tell you about a fantasy I’ve been thinking about recently?”

As relationship expert Sophie Mona Pagès tells Bustle, you could also say something like this to check their mood for a spicy convo. That way you’ll know you have their full attention and that they’re equally ready to sext.

3. “I just got back from the gym and I’m about to hop in the shower. What are you doing?”

Help them form a picture in their head. “The best flirty questions to ask via text usually provide a visual,” Amber Kelleher-Andrews, a relationship expert and CEO of the matchmaking site Kelleher International, tells Bustle. Tell them you just slipped into a bathing suit, reclined onto your bed, or stepped out of the shower, and just like that you’ll have inserted a sexy image into their mind.

4. "It’s been too long since we’ve hooked up ;)"

Know someone who would like to know how much they’re missed? Be bold and send this flirty message their way. Even if you don’t hook up IRL, it could lead to a fun night of sexting.

5. "I miss your hands on my body...”

To do one better, describe in detail what you miss about them. “Maybe it is their lips, hands, legs, etc.,” Trombetti says. “Getting specific is flirty and clear in your intentions.” Also, there’s something about the wording here that reads like a steamy romance novel — in a totally good way.

6. "I just touched myself while thinking about last night.”

Make them think of a recent sexy time. This gives them a nice image to meditate on until you can meet again. Follow up with “I want you to make me feel like that again,” and you’ll be off to the races.

7. "Do you want to try something new in bed tonight ;)”

Trombetti says this one ticks all the sexting boxes: It’s flirty, it shows your intentions, and it sets them up to respond, which is exactly what you want when initiating sexting. Get ready to share your fantasy and encourage them to do the same.

8. "What would you do if you were with me right now?”

Make them do some of the work. “If your partner receives this text, their mind is going to start wandering in all the right directions,” Trombetti says. “Again, now it’s their turn to respond!” If they aren’t saying much back, try asking them to go into more detail to help your imagination.

9. "I Can’t Stop Staring At Photos Of You."

This one can be as sexual as you want it to be, and lets your partner know you have them on your mind. Try it and see where it takes the convo.

10. "This playlist is so sexy. It made me think of you.”

According to Pagès, sexting can include more than just words. Music, for example, has a way of setting the scene. Send a sultry Spotify playlist their way and see what happens. You could also exchange sultry gifs, movie clips, sexy nudes — the possibilities are endless.

11. "I dreamed about you last night...”

This message is arguably one of the easiest ways to start sexting. “It's about them, allows you to share what's on your mind, and opens the door to mutual fantasies,” Pagès says. “Perfect combination! Also, it's not graphic, so you can gradually build up the sexual tension.”

12. "Omg, I’m so horny over here...”

There’s no shame in straight-up admitting that you’re horny, especially if you’re sexting a partner who you see all the time. Once this message pops up on their phone, it’ll be tough for them to ignore.

13. "I just got into bed and wish you were here with me.”

This is a subtle way to hint that you want them without actually saying it. “The goal is to set a scene where the other person would like to join you,” Kelleher-Andrews says.

Are you in bed? Drinking wine alone on the couch? Admit that it’d be 100 times better if they were next to you and see what they say.

14. "I can’t wait to get home and have you all to myself."

Send this message earlier in the day to build anticipation for later on. Follow up by describing what you’re going to do, in explicit detail.

15. "Tell me how you like to touch yourself.”

If you’re feeling extra — and have an established connection — dive right in with something over-the-top like this. Imagine the look on their face when they glance down at their phone and see this. With the right person, confident, bold statements like this one can be so hot.

Experts:

Caitlin V. Neal, MPH, clinical sexologist and sexpert for Royal

Susan Trombetti, matchmaker

Sophie Mona Pagès, relationship expert

Amber Kelleher-Andrews, relationship expert

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The narrator is cringey but this is about Macy's injuries. I didn't know she lost her sight!

#macy toronjo #ucla #really the narrator needs work #also the finger on the edge of the picture in one of the gym clips