#oooh some new (ish) faces!

[crabsnpersimmons]

Dear Crabsie,

I have brought thou a gift to defend thyself against any fishy thoughts, especially those which bringeth with them sadness and disdain, have these items to fortify your mind :

Okay have a nice day 🫂✨💕💥‼️

Dearest Starrie,

I was so thrilled upon receiving your notice of such a thoughtful gift that my joy rivalled that of my passing exam mark! However, I was simply aghast to discover that your gift had fell victim to the capricious nature of my postal service! I was looking forward to disrupting the tender tranquility of my housemates with my sweet kicks, but alas, the universe deemed this gift too powerful—too dangerous on the wrong feet. I am unworthy of such a gift. I only pray that whoever has received such a paragon of personal footwear will give them the honour and care that they deserve.

Your Humble Jestie,

Crabs

meanwhile...

but where did the other shoe go?

#fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf eclipse #New Do Same You AU #Clip New Do Same You AU #Moon New Do Same You AU #Sun New Do Same You AU #oooh some new (ish) faces! #wasn't planning to introduce them so early #but the fish slippers really did fortify my mind enough for me to quickly sketch out some character designs #which are really just based off the waiters at a cafe i went to the other day #they're the Moon and Sun from an AU i've had on the backburner for a while #they're a fun bunch just maybe a little underdone right now #i promised myself i'd finish the New Do Same You fic first #and then these two will be ready to open their doors! #crab art #traditional art #bright colours

[chrollohearttags]

rich tech ceo!zeke hcs pls😫

oooh! this is a good one. 😫 Because picture him being a tech CEO with this multi-million dollar company, pursuing (y/n), the owner and founder of a new rising business and him being unable to sway her as easily as all the other women he’s pursued.

cw: black fem reader, zeke being a bit of a narcissist but reader being a badder bitch, alcohol use, sexual content, oral (f. receiving), sub (ish) zeke, hair pulling, smoking

rich tech ceo!zeke is every bit the epitome of the stereotypical CEO and ‘self made billionaire.’ Selling everyone the bootstraps, ‘dollar and a dream’, ideology when in reality, a nice little loan from daddy helped offset his business venture.

rich tech ceo!zeke began his company at only 19 years old, tinkering around with old phones and computers, curating software that would work universally on either device. Doing so while attending some upscale university and trying to figure out a way to decrease his homework load.

upon stumbling across the idea, he worked tirelessly to create programs that would help not only students but professionals as well better manage their time and resources. Instantly thrusting him into the spotlight. Putting him alongside names like Jobs, Gates and Hawking. He was well on his way to notoriety and fame.

rich tech ceo!zeke amassed over five million in his first year and went on to average ten million a year after that. He grew to be among the richest men in the world and even graced Forbes’ 30 Under 30. He was a man of much wealth and high status, believing there’s nothing money can’t buy. Flaunting it all every chance he gets. That is until he comes across (y/n) (l/n).

rich tech ceo!zeke first stumbles across your name when he sees you featured in the same issue special and learns that you’re being deemed as the woman who’s ‘changing the face of business forever’ with your all in one revolutionary app that allows people to shop black owned businesses in one place (think the Miiriya app).

zeke sees this as not only super creative but lucrative as well and wants to see what the fuss is about..he gets his moment when he gets word that you are looking for extra shareholders to invest.

“Set up a meeting with this miss (L/N). I think with the right amount of pressure and incentive, she’ll sell to us entirely.”

rich tech ceo!zeke is met with the shock of a lifetime when he sees the stunning beauty, standing at half his height in a sleek black dress and gorgeous brown skin complexion walking in with a team of lawyers, ready to discuss business. But he can’t keep his eyes off of you.

it’s during this meeting that things become intense and the two of you engage in a heated battle of negations. Throwing subtle slams at one another..

“Well Ms. (L/N), with all due respect..your profits haven’t been nearly as maximized as they could be. With our help, you could have something truly amazing on your hands.” “Well with all disrespect, Mr. Jaeger..I’ve gotten this far without you or anyone else helping me so I have to disagree.”

rich tech ceo!zeke, who’s never had anyone in his life, less known a woman, talk to him in such a way is beside himself. Not only because you matched his energy but that fiery attitude turned him on.

rich tech ceo!zeke knows that your paths have to cross again, even if it isn’t in a business setting. Asking his assistant to set up a dinner for the two of you to further discuss things for his own agenda and is feeling himself when you accept, just knowing that you’d never shoot down someone like him. Not to mention his offer of buying you out for $1.6M

“I figured you’d accept but I'm glad you’re here.” “I'm a very busy woman and my time is very precious, please don’t ever waste it with a bullshit offer like that ever again”

rich tech ceo!zeke quickly learns you’re not going to be easy to crack. But he’s so enamored with you, he keeps trying every underhanded tactic to get your attention. Not just for business but pleasure as well. Until finally, you call his bluff.

“I only deal with real men, Mr. Jaeger. Not sneaky little boys…if you want me or my business, you approach me as such.”

rich tech ceo!zeke, who finds himself in your office of the new high rise building in the city, running a hand up your thighs in a last ditch effort to sweep your innovation out from under you, realizes he’ll have to work a whole lot harder and maybe even grovel a bit. And at this point, he’s desperate because he’s never been told ‘no’ a day in his life.

“I’m sure we can work out some sort of deal, but first, there’s something I need you to do for me.”

rich tech ceo!zeke, who finds himself underneath your desk with your legs spread wide and Giuseppe heels resting on his shoulders as he flicks his tongue greedily around your clit; feasting as you guide his head along with your hand. Even snagging one of his cigarettes from his pocket; igniting it as he eats you out.

“You know, you look much cuter with your mouth shut..”

rich tech ceo! zeke, who can’t believe he’s been all hit reduced to your personal playtoy is so humiliated that he’s begging you but can’t get over how good you taste.

rich tech ceo!zeke, who’ll never be the same after running across you..his rival turned secret lover.

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #zeke yeager x black reader #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yeager #black fem reader #black reader #aot x black reader #black reader smut #black fanfiction #zeke jaeger #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke aot #zeke drabble #zeke jaeger headcanons #zeke jeager x reader #aot au #zeke jäger #black fanfic writer #zeke smut #zeke jaeger x black fem reader #ugh the thought of making him (y/n)‘s bitch is so pleasing #queued post

[luvring]

HEY HI I HOPE YOU'RE DOING GUCCI AND DRINKING WATER BUT ANYWAYS im respectfully asking,,,,,,,since u finished playing error143,,,,,,will u start writing for Micah Yujin? Im asking for a friend (im the friend)

— micah yujin boyfriend hcs

say no more. this post got Very long and i could still easily make a part 2. um. opens reqs just for micah for a while.../hj? actually /srs. gen srs. maybe just for the next 2/3 days . hit me up i guess. LOL? and i definitely suggest joining the discord server bc lots of people share stuff too!! i don't go by nia outside of tumblr but let me know if ur in there and we can find each other😘 ALSO go check out the patreon and kickstarter!!! Deserved.

first of all i just want to say i associate crush on you by soul fro and dum di dum very strongly w him (the guy Is singing at a girl though !!) it's vry cute like i just imagine him singing/singing it together. please. can anybody hear me. hello?

^ singing songs together. dancing together. come on. like. making time by rex orange county. habang buhay by zack tabudio (JENNY SAID MULTILINGUAL MICAH WHO'D CALL YOU MAHAL KO! i can't understand tagalog but pinoys...we win.)

he sings you to sleep whenever you ask and also just,, randomly. if he finds out your favourite soft-ish song he will Sing It

gets matching stuff all the time. plushies, clothes, charms,, etc etc. some of them are serious and some are done ironically (im he's / she's / they's shirts . also you know that old lockscreen thing that was like,, "what are you doing looking at his phone?" LOL.)

^ also you know those best friend necklaces. LOL

Listen to me. grabs your face. Micah making custom emojis of you/you and him. CAN YOU HEAR ME? HELLO?

would most definitely recreate Those couple photos. you know the meme ones

would do a tiktok trend if you asked (prank him w any trend you want). the one trend that isn't couple specific i can see him doing is when someone is like,, "hey, want some ___?" and person b says "no thanks." and person a turns around,, but when they turn back person b has their mouth wide open and is standing right in front of them DO YOU KNWO WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. anyways.

would send you "this could be us" "us?" memes

^ sends a meme that says "oooh you wanna kiss me so bad" from across the room and watches as you open it . when you make fun of him and (inevitably) come over he goes "Oh? did you want something, angel?" YOU ARE SO ANNOYING! KISS ME!

loves finding out new things about you every day since.. you meet so quickly... mentally checks everything he can use for gifts or something

Celebrating Micah's Birthday :) all he wants to do is spend the day with you,, doesn't matter what you do he'll be happy. share a cake with him and get a thoughtful gift and he'll get very emotional (thinks about how he cried eating his first cake on his 19th because he had no one to share his success with. my eye twitches and my fingers claw at the table)

YOUR BIRTHDAY? come on now. he's going to figure out the perfect plan based on what you want. "what? did you doubt The micah yujin would know exactly what you'd love? you wound me, angel." but he makes sure to have time set up where it's just you two so he can be all sappy and alone with you

many different scenarios with gaming. if you don't have a lot of experience micah will happily teach you and won't really make fun of you until later. if you compete he calls hacks if you beat him. would say you have to do whatever you want if he wins. it's like, a kiss or ordering food LOL?

playing minecraft with micah means finding the perfect balance. a relationship is 50/50 one person is decorating and farming and the other is mining and bringing home the goods (who's to say who's who)

if you played like, Raft with him there are So many moments where one of you threatens to leave the other on the island. the distress on his face while he's yelling about the shark please

you and skrunkly are his lockscreen/homescreen For Sure. not even a question.

if skrunkly picks you over him at any point he dramatically gasps and falls the floor clutching his heart or something . "Skrunkly...How Could You?" "This is the ultimate betrayal..."

^ considered a partial win for him if he gets to take pics of both of you

^ WILL you match outfits w skrunkly. yes. do it. family photo?

for the love of god. matching moon and star necklaces. listen to me.

wants you to show him around town !! he came all this way, won't you show him your favourite spots? :( goes around and makes "welcome to our daily vlog" jokes (said by girl who does the same thing)

if you want him to meet your friends/parents he sorta,, "wow, are we getting that serious now?" and has a teasing smile but he's sweating a little i think. he'll be Fine. seriously he's extroverted and charming in his own way but wow

would walk up and jokingly hit on you as if you don't know each other. uses the cheesiest lines he can think of obviously

^ if anybody says you two look cute together he does Not let it go. why are you grinning so big. i will cry rn

lots of pranks. they're silly pranks don't worry but there are pranks for sure

getting happy meals together for the toys. i won't apologize. (girl who has the sonic and minions happy meal toys And boxes on one of her desk)

since it's micah's first relationship he really truly wants to try so many things with you. you get to be his first kiss!! first to do cheesy couple things with!! he is so happy!! oh my god!!!!

if one of you is going somewhere alone he'll always make sure to find you to say goodbye. umm. hear me out. micah doing the thing where he places his hand at the back of your head to bring you close and kiss your forehead. can you hear me be honest

first time he sees you wearing something that's his micah's brain goes WEE OO WEE OO eyes shoot out of their sockets train whistle error screen malfunction

micah would ask you to feed him as a joke but if/when you actually do his face heats up and he gets all flustered. when he notices your hand ready to catch any food that falls and he's like oh Wow.

goes to your phone and saves himself in your contacts as something like,, "the beautiful amazing handsome perfect love of my life forever" and yours is "loser" when you manage to get his phone LIEK.

micah would do movie marathons with you. i know he'd watch all the barbie movies with me and i know he has very strong opinions about them I Know He Does LISTEN TO ME!

don't trust this guy around a shopping cart. are you going in? is he going in? you don't know.

don't make jokes about him sending you money because he most definitely can and will.

not a headcanon but thank god micah is not afraid of bugs btw. people who don't want to kill them or bring them outside,, he is here to save the day. he has to. also i did just imagine him taking a bug out then sharing facts he knows about it as if you aren't 3 strides behind him

sorry if you're short. he's putting things on high shelves and making you ask for help. if you decide to just crawl up or use a chair he panics a little What if you Fell?

micah making a playlist of songs that remind him of you

micah being like "...babe, did you get a virus on your computer?" and when you go look the screen just says I <3 U or something. Okay. Can You Relax. get away from me GET AWAY!!

i just think you should do little affectionate things like taking his hand and kissing his knuckles/fingers. then just walk away. it's delightful

this is So specific to a joke me and my irls have but micah would roll and claim characters on your mudae wishlist then hold them over you but ultimately gift them. especially if you're like US and you have PROBLEMS! (will become violent /hj i'd hit him with a pillow)

sometimes when he's awake for some reason and you're not,, he'll just watch you and maybe trace random shapes on your arm/play with your hair if he can . he loves you a lot btw did i mention that. did you know that. did yo

#error143 #micah yujin #<3 anon #🧾nia.answers #tjis will be. invisible for sure. #but its OK! #it was fun to do

[specksizedgoddess]

When I said I would "show you off to my friends," maybe you thought it would be simple; it's not everyday I see a bug-sized person, after all. We could have a little chat! Who knows, we could all hit it off, you might even make some new friends! ...what, is that so naïve?

I know, I know. More likely, you had the glimmer of hope that we would pass you around and use you until there was nothing left but an Eve-ish splatter on a lucky someone's ass, or inside their holes or between their teeth. That would be a fun game for all of us. We'd get to enjoy you, and there's so many ways that big bodies can pop little bodies. I'm sure you'd get off to it before we broke you. Freak.

There will be none of that. Instead I have a pincushion and a nice foam bed for you to relax on. I am going to pin you down, literally, and display you the way that insects are displayed. That's how I'll show you off. You will not be touched by anyone or anything but sharp, cold metal. Go on and get into position. It's better for you in the long run, I promise. This way, you'll have the honor of being on display! That, and if you try to flee, I promise I will do much, much worse.

The needle is, what, four, five, six times your height and impossibly narrow. How easily I position it over your soft flesh, push it down through you, splitting, shredding, splattering everything it touches. Your tiny body offers no resistance. Hardly a twitch of my finger to get it done. You, on the other hand, are stuck in place, left to fight for consciousness through the cold, ripping pain. Why are you squirming? Are you trying to free yourself? I suppose I should pin your arms and legs, too.

Die slow, love. You're our little exhibit now.

-🌙

AHDHSHFHDHFHD OOOH MY DHAHDHS HHI HAHSGS IM. HSHDHD MHMM <333333333

SHDH THANK YOU <33

Moaning as you coo over me, telling me how you'll show me off to your friends... admittedly, all those fantasies and more and rushing through my head, blushing as I nod eagerly, so easily scooped up in your hands and led to the foam bed...

Whimpering slightly as you tell me exactly what will happen, the sharp, cold words cutting into me as I nod and moan, barely able to stammer out an apology- face getting even redder as I see the gleam of the needle, glistening with the light... sharp and pointed right at me.

I dont fight exactly- a sort of squirm, in a mix of anxiety and exitement, trying to steady myself as it descends... nodding as you tell me what will happen, exited to be treated like any other bug~

In a flash, a needle jammed theough me easily- cold metal burning against my insides as I scream in a horrid mix of pleasure and pain~ lips trembling as I mouth something unrecognizable about bugs... blood every so gently drippig as you lift me up...

Giving a weak nod as you tell me to die slowly. I can be good entertainment. I can be an exhibit. I can be good. My squirming is just an attempt to find comfort, though by the enthusiastic moans, I'm practically begging to be pierced through my limbs so I dont move so much...

Your little specimin <3

#thanks for the ask! #🌙 #HI #ITS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN DHFHWH #crueleve

[twilightofthe]

gonna put my random liveblog reactions for Ahsoka Ep 1 here

okay so the rebels fam are literally some of my favorite star wars characters i've loved and missed them since 2018 and if anything this show will give me them

i am going with zero expectations except a plea, a plea to just not make me hate it lmao idc what happens just let me have fun

just press the start button coward ass come ON

okay i'm startiiiing Now!

oooh they didn't name it interesting

kk cool drums that's neat we like that

whoa was that sabine's helmet in the intro????

OPENING TITLE SCROLL?????

WE REALLY LIKE THAT????????

y'all the new republic's about as stable as a human jenga tower don't u have anything better to do than find thrawn i'm p sure even the imperials didn't like him THAT much they were xenophobes

former jedi knight? HMMMM

why is it always a secret map

also appreciating the OG "let's open up on big ass ship in space" makes you feel small

ok have i heard this new republic(?) captain actor before he seems familiar

bitch literally anyone could have an old jedi clearance code clearance codes were passed around like

yeah he doesn't trust it either

but i feel like he's actually dickish and we're not supposed to like him so

ah yes rebel soldiers and their stupid-ass egg helmets

wait old white bearded guy you ain't obi wan you AIN'T a jedi

his voice sounds familiar too

i have such face blindness lmao

oh whoops that's a darkside saber his friend has!

she kinda looks like Merrin from JFO

Eh probs some kinda Nightsister of sorts

I'm guessing he's some Inquisitor who got forgotten

Hmm we really paralleling ANH with darkside guy slaughtering all the egghelmet guys on a ship xD

Ok his name is Baylan

And hers is Morgan and the intro crawl mentioned her but my memory is shit so I don't quite remember what she was about except vague Thrawn-related reasons

ooooh name drop!

aaaaaAAAAA RIGHT IN THE EMOTIONS NOOO NO THE AHSOKA AND ANAKIN LEITMOTIFF TWILIGHT OF THE APPRENTICE THEME

ok i'm good lol

ohh wait so there IS a title

master and apprentice

alas it seems like the thing i didn't want is gonna happen but we are staying OPEN MINDED we are going to SEE

ok lots of tall pillars in what looks like another fuckin desert lmao

ey there's Snips

something on the ground? That kinda looks Sith-ish but also I have like no clue

hmm did they kinda fix her montrals or not i can't tell

Ehhhhh slightly

eyyyy wait are those the world-between-worlds lines

the statues kinda look like nightsisters but also like old sith statues

mmm caress the whispering pillar

ok indiana jones time to get your ass out of there before the booby trap

what am i saying she's anakin and obi wan's spawn she LIKES this shit

oh hey she made something happen

i feel like all of these pillars should have been turned at once

the force likes teamwork and that kinda thing

but it also kinda echoes maul and ezra's little teamwork exercise lifting those walls in the sith temple that one time

ope she found something

guessing it's the Magic Maul Map

ooh it's one of those bakugon balls or whatever they were we played with as a kid i had one that turned into a dragon

H U Y A N G

SHOW ME MY ROBOBITCH

armor person hello

what's the mask that's not a mando is it

nah i don't think it is

nah

is it a person in armor or a droid i can't tell

oh subs say droids they're droids

you poor bastards curbstomping droids was her high school internship job she is WAY more qualified than you

wasn't quite expecting ahsoka to play whackamole but good for her that sounds fun

oh hell yeah we stan the droids that self destruct xD

waiiiit yeah i forgot she had a B-wing they're cool!

STILL LOVE ME HUYANG

ahsoka there was NO way you didn't wait till the last moment to jump away from that explosion except to be dramatic

"the order doesn't exist anymore" you shush missy we KNOW you know who luke is he's trying his best

ahsoka lbr do you even know what standard jedi protocol is

Fulcruuuuum

DAMN FUCKING RIGHT HUYANG IS FULCRUM HE DESERVES IT

also he looks so good in live action i forgot to mention that!!!!! <3

"T-6" girl u need to name your SHIP anakin would be APPALLED

well if that's the same ship with the darksiders on at least

h3ERA

HERA

HERA HERA HERA

HERA MY BELOVED

wHERES CHOPPER

WHERES CJASON JACEN WHATEVERTHE FUCK

H E RA

oh right this is mary elizabeth winstead oh boy i hope she does well!

i wonder if ewan was there

aNYWAY HERA

ok unpausing sorry had a Moment

General

Ok so the voices aren't quite matching but we'll see

ooooh hera has a patch on her jacket let's go back to that later

"abilities like you" hera kanan told you what darksiders were like inquisitors tried to kill y'all

she has sabines firebird on her jacket

don't mention thrawn around hera she'll just think of ezra ;_;

oh so morgan was thrawn's

EZRA NAME MENTION

GONNA DIE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ok this is nothing on mary's performance she's doing fine but hera's dialogue doesn't quiiiite seem her? we'll see

oh yeah and rosario's doing better this time more natural

IT’S LOTHAL LOTHAL LIVE ACTION LOTHAAAAAAAAL

ITS BEAUTIFUL SO SO BEAUTIFUL

wait who's speaking

THEY SAID EZRA AGAI

THAT'S FUCKING RYDER

RYDER AZADI HELLO YOU WONDERFUL BASTARD YOU LOOK GREAT

Hi Clancy Brown good to see you do you know you have an evil Devaronian twin who's running around bothering Din Djarin as we speak

well at least sabine still hates politics

my dude ryder you know her tf did she say to make you think she was coming at all lol

WAIT JAI

JAI KELL HELLO EZRA'S EX BOYFRIEND

YOU'RE SO HANDSOME MY BOY ALL GROWN UP WONDERFUL

wait ryderrrr c'mon don't be a dick again you were so well

OH HELLO GWEN STACY SPIDERVERSE VIBES

not quiiiiite liking how sabine grew her gay haircut out in this but still digging the bike fit

also hello Natasha good luck pls treat my dear well i love her greatly!!!

hmmm not sure how much i like other non-OG ghost crew giving themselves Spectre callsigns yes i AM being gatekeepy fuck off

good sabine is running from authorities we do love that

hey her voice kinda matches that's great!

oh i'm liking her acting already

i think

SHE HAS A LOTH CAT ON HER HELMET

that's my GIRL

also it's very interesting how the pilots call each other by their spectre callsigns but address sabine--an ORIGINAL spectre--exclusively by name

lothkitty LOTHCAT

LITHCAT WITH THE FOOOOOFYTAIL AND LITTLE SPINDLE LEGS

im gonna DIE

it's so cute i can't even

also getting Emotions(TM) at ezra's old tower

hmm you think sabine has depression

FUCK OFF WITH THAT SABINE SEES EZRA MUSICAL CALLBACK

oh hey hey it's his original message to theeeeem

wait shit yeah it's the new one just to her

ooh it's eman! i can't see his faaaaace expressions but the voice sounds similar? like it seems like he's tryna match taylor's way of speaking good for him

ok yes but ezra is a jedi show pretty please for me don't go there with sabine

ok ok that's enough complaining from me lmao

ACTUALLY NO WAIT ONE MORE *inhales*

i would prefer sabine and ezra to stay platonic friends. no hate to shippers but i just personally would like them to be friends/siblings, that's what would make me happiest because i like to imagine sabine as a lesbian and also their dynamic as friends/siblings just makes me happy

but shippers are of course still welcome here and if they do become a couple i won't begrudge you your fun :')

ok ok ok ok ok NOW i'm done lmao

back to Best Boy sorry bby you were speaking and i interrupted you <3

oh hey hey he did say sister! i'd like that!!!

but also ezra when tf did you have the time to record those both weren't u a bit busy planning the attack on lothal

oh it's darkside goth girl

nice smoky eye

oh wait fuck she's got a PADAWAN BRAID

heyyyyyy i was RIGHT about the temple statues looking like nightsisters!

but wrong about darkside goth girl being one then tho

well masked emo fucker following bryan or whatever his name is is probs an inquisitor

wait wait wait does MORGAN have gold eyes?

ooooooo

oh no wait darkside apprentice has gold eyes again

ugh okay so we ARE getting force sensitive sabine then

alright fine i'll make my peace with it this episode

even though it makes no SENSE

no no pe not going there we are going to have FUN

aaaaa repeating ezra's final dialogue from the rebels finale ;_;

love the mirroring shots to rebels ep 1 RIGHT DOWN TO SABINE WEARING EZRA'S ORANGE

ahsoka and anakin leitmotiff coming back hmmm

oh wait fuck i think ezra drew those lothcats oof ;_;

ok good good we going back to sabine being the rightful art expert in the gffa take second place and DUNK urself thrawn

ok i get they're tryna make them ex master and apprentice but imma say it. imma SAY IT

ahsoka and sabine give awkward exes vibes

BIG awkward exes vibes

m a s t e r

you both know damn well she's gonna take it anyway or at least try who are y'all even kidding urselves

oooh surprise surprise the darksider are former jedi-associated

oh right his name's baylan not bryan

WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED

oh there's goth darkside girl

if anyone hurts sabine's cat i will kill the entire world and then myself

i swEAR TO GOD

WHY DOES THE SHOW KEEP MAKING AHSOKA AND SABINE SEEM LIKE ANGRY EXES LMAOOOO

COME ON

ahsoka ur being emo so hera is allowed to make a dig at anakin

hera you're trying your best girl lmao

it's always rule of three it seems

kinda gives me that mortis trinity vibe

this reminds me of the time i got one of those 3D puzzles from barnes and noble and i was supposed to take it apart and put it back together and failed utterly

ope she did it!

again if someone even TOUCHES that fucking cat wrong i go full john wick

bitch NO SHOOTING NEAR THE CAT

ope they smashed the map

ahsoka my dude i'm guessing you know where sabine lives why didn't u just go find her lmao

wait does sabine have ezra's green lightsaber i can't tell from the hilt because i'm shit at recognizing hilts

i can't even appreciate the duel because i am admittedly pouting but they are both very pretty at least

sabine how r u not getting ur hair chopped off

oh fuck she got stabbed?

maybe shoulda worn ur mando armor

oh and she's still MOVING

oh nope there she goes

oh wait who's Ray? :(

okay

okay okay okay

dave my dude.........

okay so i am going to take some time like a few minutes or so

and process this sabine thing

like if i cannot find a way to come to fucking terms with it i will not be able to enjoy this series

ik ik that sounds dramatic i'm just

hmm ok five minutes

#sw the ahsoka show #ahsoka #sw ahsoka #ahsoka show #liveblogging the ahsoka show #star wars #ahsoka tano #sabine wren #sw spoilers #ezra bridger #ahsoka spoilers

[edgecfeden]

"oooh, is this our potential new roomie?" domenica grins as she walks through the living room, spotting some paperwork between addison and someone she didn't know. "did you ask her the fun question yet, addison?" the brunette can't resist dropping down on the couch by the stranger, sizing them up a little with a smirk. dom knows they wouldn't be here if they didn't know the basics of the deal, so she asks them, "how comfortable are you taking really big c.ocks, like, every day?"

open to: subby f/femme faces plot: it’s another roommates verse starter ! all my hung college-ish age girls live together, and your muse might be joining them as their shared full-time f.ucktoy kinks: free use, size kink, exhibition, objectification, double penetration, etc. all the tions

#indie smut rp #indie kink rp #[open.] #[verse / roommates.] #(no dubcon vibes plz)

[vigsilantes]

did you find it hard to get started writing for him since the show is between seasons? i know fics for him were crazy popular a few months ago while the show was on but it's cooled a bit since it's not on right now. obviously there's still a fandom for him and your fics are doing really well! how did you jump in? i wanna write for him but i'm intimidated and worried about fics flopping lol.

oooh that’s a good question, this is gonna be a long answer haha. so yes and no, it is hard but it also isn’t? first of all, i’ve been writing fics since i was a teen, so i’m kinda-ish used to how to write. i haven’t written in years but idk recently i just got inspired bc of adrian so i started writing again and i’m having soooo much fun. but okay, yes, so since we only have so much material to work with from s1 it is kinda hard, there is such a limited amount of content so a lot of it is just up to imagination. also i’ve rewatched the show like too many times, an embarrassing amount of times, so i have a fairly decent understanding of his character and it’s kinda easy for me to picture things i’d like to see of him.

but if you want to start writing i say do it!! it’s so much fun to get your ideas out and create stuff about adrian. let’s face it, he’s such a fun, complex character, so there’s a lot of things that can be written about him! and who cares if you flop, you get into a groove of how to write / what to write about and you’ll grow as you keep writing!! don’t get me wrong i was worried about the same thing when i started, flopping sucks, and sometimes it can bog you down, but as long as you write something and had fun with it, who cares?! some of my own favorite fics that i wrote aren’t as popular as others, so it just depends on the stuff you write and you’ll get a handle on what people want to see as you continue writing. but to me, i love seeing the growth in my own writing, like from my first adrian fic to my newest i can already see improvements in the way that i write for him, and even for the rest of the peacemaker crew, so that’s what i’m mostly happy about!!

now as far as jumping into writing for him, when i first started, i just opened a doc and wrote down little ideas of things i would want to see with adrian/see him do with the reader, and it’s helpful to watch the show sometimes while you write too, just so you really can get a grasp on who you’re writing for! but you’ll see how as you write those ideas down, more ideas pop into your head and it just snowballs into something you can eventually write about.

whew, anon, this was fucking long, but i hope this was kind of helpful in some way?!?? and i hope you start writing!! i’m loving how close the vigilante fandom is right now and i would def love to see new writers for him :)

#adrian chase #vigilante

[cryptidofthekeys]

Team Hell No graduating from Anger Management gfkdjgfdls cute

Dr. Marion Shelby ...i didnt know he legit had a full name hgjkfljgfdls new doctor lore oooh

...okay listen I KNOW its supposed to be one of them graduate dresses but fucking hell, Kane n Daniel look kiiiiinda cult-ish rn and the fire background does NOT help matters hjkghlfjfkgdls;

i can imagine THN running something like the MoD but it’d be less scary evil and more so just a nuisance jkgflkfgld mostly bc Kane n Daniel couldnt fucking agree on shit as leaders and I KNOW they couldnt, it’s be insufferable to even be in a faction but i imagine despite being EXTREMELY dysfunctional... Somehow if they had something like the MoD it would still be destructive and a dominant force ngl, they’d find a way

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Dr. Shelby: “Kane, when we first started, you were a maniacal mask wearing monster who preferred hurting over hugging” ...hes fucking smiling at that bc he knows damn well he STILL prefers hurting over hugging- only one he wont necessarily hurt now is Daniel p much-

SOMEONE IN THE FUCKING CROWD SAYING ‘SET HIM ON FIRE’ BKGJFLKJGFD N O!!! HE WOULD N E VE  R DO THAT TO DR. SHELBY ... well, in the Team Hell No era anyway- uhh but now listen, if Dr. Shelby was around when Unmasked Kane was kickin ....there’d be problems ...and y’all holy shit now im thinking about Dr. Shelby being around then-

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Shelbs: “Daniel, when we first started, you were a tightly wound little man child” GOD D A M N- you fuckin killed him dude hjgkfljgfd c h i l l ...but also he do uh kinda be deservin that for some of the shit he did ngl- “And you would snap at anyone who said anything about your goat face, or about the fact that your beard looks like a hotel for rats” ...Dr. Shelby can be fucking savage sometimes j f c- like stop man you ALREADY killed him in the first half

Kane just looking also kinda offended like okay man,, dont talk about him that way- only I can do that,, him whispering in Daniel’s ear and getting him to calm down was sweet tho

“But look at you now, calm, peaceful, and ready to graduate”

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vjkgfdl god dammit now their arguing over who should be the valedictorian- they want to pick each other SO badly but its better than the other fights,, “I’m pretty sure Kane would like to talk about his feelings” ...I can imagine bc the first time he came around to the anger management it was just ok *traumadumps* ... lmao he gon traumadump again like since Daniel said so JGKHLFKHJGFKLD-

“Daniel has never had a problem shutting his mouth in the past, why stop now?” ... o h- oh no,, come on now- p l E A SE JUST,, GET ALONG- YOU’VE BEEN DOING SO GOOD DAMMIT-

Dr. Shelby: What if everyone everywhere hugged at the same time?

Daniel, suddenly hopeful ...and probs only for mischievous reasons: Everyone...?!

lmao jokes on them bitch,, i aint got nobody to hug, i am alone- ...I can virtual hug but thats not the same

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Kane and Daniel trying to get e v e r y o n e to hug jkfdlfkgjd they really do be wantin everyone to hug tho

#Chase watches old wrestlin #im hella thinking about Shelbs in the Unmasked Kane timeline tho

[twiceasfrustrating]

Oooh a request!! I know you did a poly sick!fic recently, but now that I’m sick I could really use some Levi doting on a feverish MC and not letting any of the other brothers near them because he can take care of them himself “I know what to do I’ve seen this plenty of times in anime” . Kinda jealous/possessive, but not yandere-ish if that makes sense!! Love you hun and thank you for the amazing content you continue to provide!!

-Devildomsexting

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Relationship: Main Character/Leviathan

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Leviathan, Main Character, every other brother makes a small appearance but they are not the focus

Additional Tags: GN!MC (you/your), fluff, sick!fic

Summary: You have gotten ill around a bunch of demons who don't have the first clue how to take care of you. Well, that's not exactly true; one brother consumes enough human media to understand the basics. The anime basics, anyway...

A/N: I saw your update about you getting ill. Please take care and get better soon, hun! In the meantime, enjoy some fluff. Get plenty of rest and take it easy.

This would have been up sooner for you, but it. Just. kept. Getting. longer.

Word Count: 2198

102.8°F. It was official. You were sick as a dog and the cough coming out of your throat sounded like the bark to match. Taking care of one sick human shouldn’t be so hard, but they quickly realized just how different a sick human was from a sick demon. At least you weren’t sweating blood… but they needed to figure out what to do.

“Well, someone is going to have to take care of them,” even if none of them quite knew what to do about a sick human of all things. It didn’t seem to be quite the same as the illnesses they were accustomed to, “I wonder if there are any texts on human illne-”

“I’ll do it!”

Lucifer was pulled from his thoughts as he looked up at Levi, who was raising a shaky hand and looking toward the ground as if afraid to make eye contact. He sighed, “I appreciate your enthusiasm but we need someone that actually knows what they-”

“I know what to do.” The words came out louder than he intended, so he quickly quieted down, “I’ve seen this before. In anime.” Every romance has an episode where one of the love interests takes care of the other. It’s part of the buildup to get them together.

Not that he was thinking about that! He just knew what to do!

“As long as it isn’t my job.” Belphie yawned before dozing off again, content that responsibility had been foisted onto someone other than him.

Mammon cleared his throat, “Oi! Ya should leave that kind of work to yer big brother. I gotta show my responsibility somehow.”

"I don't need your help, Mammon..." he nearly growled under his breath.

There was an eerie silence around the room before Beel addressed the obvious, “Do you know anything about taking care of sick humans?” That was the only reason he hadn’t volunteered himself. As much as he wanted to be with you and make sure you were alright, he didn’t know the first thing that may help.

“It can’t be that hard.” After all, if Levi could do it…

“The answer is no, Mammon.” Lucifer bit back, “I’m not risking you somehow killing our exchange student. Or worse. Levi at least has some level of understanding, so we will leave this to him.”

Satan shook his head, “Although I wonder how much understanding one can have from watching cartoons.”

“It’s anime and it’s a form of art so powerful that it can capture the complicated emotions people feel, both in stories that mimic our real lives and in ones that show us new realities.”

“That sounds like a fancy way of saying yer a nerd,” Mammon scoffed.

"You're not going to touch them!"

Lucifer could already feel the headache they were all giving him, “Go, Levi.” He didn’t have to be told twice to follow that direction, so he turned about-face and tried to hide his inner excitement as he made his way toward your room. Meanwhile, “Mammon, since you want to help so badly, you can help me find if there are any books on human-safe remedies.”

“Eh?!” He went slack-jawed while his other brother’s laughed at his stupidity.

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Should he knock? It was your room, but you were sick so you weren’t going to open the door for him. Wait! That was perfect. He would knock on your door, confused when you didn’t answer, then come in and find you sick! That was a great setup!

So he knocked and waited, wondering how long he was supposed to stand outside your door before going in. It was probably long enough already, so he turned the handle of your door and peered inside. Just as he suspected, you were lying on your bed, curled under what looked like an avalanche of blankets as you napped. He swallowed the lump in his throat before slipping in.

This is the part where he was supposed to be shocked at your current state and check your temperature, so he walked toward your bed slowly and placed his forehead against your own. It was strange being so close to you, but this was always how he’d seen it done. Now he understood why the leads always blushed when they did this.

On a more serious note: yeah, you were definitely burning up and you were much sweatier than he expected.

“Hmh?” A small whine came from beneath the pile of blankets, causing him to jump back. You opened your eyes and turned your head toward him, clearly unfocused, ��Levi? When did you get here?” Your voice was faint and your tone trailed every which way as you spoke.

“I, uhh, just got here.”

“Oh… Sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.” You attempted to sit up but felt your head swim as soon as you did and went spiraling back toward the pillow below.

“You don’t have to get up.” In fact, you really shouldn’t, considering your current state, “I’m here since you’re sick and all…”

You hummed in understanding, only barely understanding what he was saying, “Thanks.” You flipped on your side and closed your eyes again, “I’m gonna sleep.”

Okay, yeah, that made sense. You were probably really tired. Although, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself while you slept. He had to recall all of his anime knowledge and training. When the love interest was sick, what would the male lead do?

Make them something to eat to keep up their strength and then the episode would usually end with a k-ki-kiss… That first thing! He could do that!

All he needed to do was make rice porridge… which he immediately started looking up while walking toward the kitchen. It seemed simple enough, but he wasn't sure if Devildom rice would work the same as human realm rice. The rice you were used to looked so white and soft and fluffy. The rice he usually ate was more grey and rough as sandpaper. At least it was still fluffy. And it would hopefully still make a good porridge.

He grabbed the rice and salt and began to fill a pot with water. He placed it on the stove and waited while it heated up, feeling impatient as he watched for any sign of bubbles and finally dumping in the rice. This always looked so much faster in anime.

"What are you doing?"

Levi practically jumped out of his skin at the voice suddenly speaking from behind him. His head whipped around to see Asmo practically leaning against the counter, hand halfway into a box of cookies that Beel somehow hadn't managed to completely devour yet.

"Food," he stammered out, "This is supposed to be good for them."

The younger demon looked at the slowly simmering pot and slipped the cookie into his mouth, "It looks so bland. Shouldn't you make them something better?"

"This is what you're supposed to do." He wasn't exactly sure why he was supposed to do it, but he trusted what he'd been taught.

There was a brief pause, “And who’s watching our cute little human while you’re here?” Asmo asked, trying to hide the fact that he'd taken a second cookie.

“Umm, well, I mean…”

“Ohhh~ Does that mean they’re all by themselves? Maybe I should go take a peek and see how they’re doing since you seem to be bu-”

“No!” He shouted without thinking, “I can take care of them by myself!” As if he would allow Asmo of all people to interfere with this very important job. He wasn’t trying to set up a love triangle.

Not that he was thinking about that!

“Oh, don’t let me stop you then~” Asmo giggled, before skipping off with another stolen cookie. This was too delicious of a development and he didn’t want to interfere. Spreading a few rumors though? He could definitely do that.

Now Levi was even more embarrassed than he already was.

Ugggg! Whatever.

He just needed to finish making this porridge and then get back to you. Although, he wondered if it was supposed to look so much like frozen broth that hadn’t quite melted all the way… But he followed the recipe, so this had to be it.

So he dished the slop into a bowl and stared in wonder at his hard work. This was bound to make you feel better. Now he just had to get it to you and wake you up so you could eat. Then you would be healthy again.

He only realized how he had overfilled the bowl once he started walking and had to carefully keep the contents from slashing over the brim. Opening your door was a complete another task, since every time he tried to shift the bowl into a single hand the porridge would threaten to tip the entire thing. Eventually, once frustration had set in, he remembered that he had a tail that he could use to help him out and shifted into his demon form. Hopefully, no one noticed that embarrassing little moment…

Now that his brain was working again, he opened your door and walked inside. He was completely taken aback when he saw you lying in bed, clearly watching something on your DDD based on the music coming from it.

“You’re awake?” Now he felt bad that he’d left you alone for so long.

You looked over at him, giving a small smile, “Sorry. I’ve been in and out of it all day. Being sick sucks, y’know?” If it was anything like his sick days you would be floating face down in a tank of water, so he actually really didn’t know. You looked at the bowl in his hands and raised a brow, “What’s that?”

“Oh, I made you some food.” He stepped closer and held it out to you, “If you’re hungry.”

“Oh?” You turned off the video and set your DDD to the side, “You didn’t have to do that.”

Maybe not, but he definitely wanted to.

You took the bowl from his outstretched hands, grateful for any kind of food, even if it looked like swamp mud. It at least tasted good and it went down easy, although it was very gritty. It was embarrassing how he watched you eat though.

As soon as you were down to only a small puddle of porridge in the bowl, you set it aside, "Thank you."

“You’re welcome.” As long as you liked it, he was happy.

“Soooooo, is this the part where you kiss me?” The words slipped out so easily with your head overheating and your judgment was lacking.

“Huh?”

“Well, you're following anime tropes, right? That’s why you made me porridge and did that ‘pressing your forehead against mine’ thing?” You laughed softly, which soon turned into coughing. Once you stopped, you cleared your throat, "Sorry. It was a joke "

But it was too late. Levi’s face had turned bright pink at the thought of kissing you and he couldn’t hide his joy at the possibility, “I- I couldn’t. I’m not, I mean, you’re-”

Bvcfhnkkcfhj. YOU WERE SO DUMB AND HE WAS SO CUTE AND YOUR JUDGEMENT AND USUAL FILTER WERE CURRENTLY BROKEN!

You cleared your throat, trying to hide your own blush (not that it was difficult given how red you already were due to your fever), “You’re right. I’m sick. We should save it for when I’m better.” If you did it now he might get sick too. Could demons even catch human viruses? You weren’t risking finding out, “But, umm, you might have to remind me. Remembering things is kind of hard right now.”

"Are you sure?" It had to be your fever talking. There was no way you would ever want to really kiss him. He was just some disgusting loser and you were... you.

You pulled the blanket over your nose, "Well, waiting is kind of hard. I wouldn't mind one on the forehead just for now." Your large, watery eyes looked up at him with a silent plea. You were sick and dumb and you wanted him to kiss you.

Levi was nearly paralyzed, his heart hammering in his chest as he stared back into your eyes. This couldn't really be happening? To him of all people? He must have been dreaming! But if this was a dream, then there was no reason he couldn't indulge.

So he grabbed your hand in his own, trying to keep from letting his nerves cause him to shake any more than he already was, and leaned forward slowly as he waited for you to tell him again that you were joking. That moment never came though.

As soon as he pressed his lips against your forehead, he quickly backed away, "Sorry! I shouldn't have done that." How could he have done that? He must have been crazy!

"No. That was," wonderful? Fantastic? Sending your heart into orbit? "It was nice." And you couldn't wait to get better so you could try it again. You were positive that, despite how hard it was to think at the moment, you wouldn't forget to ask for a real one when the time came.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me fanfic #obey me mc #obey me main character #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #mine #request

[simplee-dreaming]

Your New Colleague

A/N: This was something I basically dreamed about the other night and I had to write it. I decided to use Sebastian Stan because I always think he'd be a good ler. But, in this fic, he's not a celebrity, just a normal(ish) human. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1339

Summary: Your new job is making you stresed so Seb helps you unwind.

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It was finally the end of a really long week. This was your second week of your brand new job. The first week was okay, it was just training and it seemed simple enough. But this week was a lot more hard work, it was emotionally draining. You hardly knew anyone yet, except for the one guy you met on your first day, Sebastian. He kept checking up on you to make sure you were settling in okay.

“Sooo, you’ve made it to the end of week two. How was it?” Seb asked, approaching your desk.

“Awful. I feel like I’ve messed up so much. I can't seem to get the hang of it,” you said, hanging your head.

“Hey now, it’s only your second week. You’ve literally just finished training so you’re not going to be perfect,” he said, comforting you.

“I’m just so stressed right now, I feel like screaming,” you replied, forcing back the tears that were trying to form in your eyes. He thought for a moment.

“Tell you what, I know the perfect place to unwind after a harsh day of work. Do you fancy joining me?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, sure. Where is it?”

“It’s not that far, but it’s a secret. Come on, I’ll drive us both.”

You followed him out to the carpark, got into the passenger seat of his car and he started to drive off. You sat in silence for a few minutes, whilst the radio played, before you piped up.

“So, uh, where exactly are you taking me?” You asked.

“Can’t tell you, it’s a secret place,” he responded.

“Oh god you’re not some sort of serial killer are you?” you asked, he chuckled.

“I promise you I’m not,”

“Are you sure you won’t torture me or something?”

“Hm, now that would be telling,” he said, winking at you.

“How would you kill me? Axe off all my limbs? Drown me? Sacrifice me to the devil?” you asked, he laughed louder this time.

“Nah, they’re too harsh. I wouldn’t want to hurt you someone as sweet as you...I’d probably tickle you to death or something,” he responded. You felt your face flush but thankfully it was too dark for him to see.

“Oh?” You responded.

“Yeah, you’re far too sweet for me to actually hurt so I’d rather just hear you giggle and squeal,”

You blushed harder.

“But what if I’m not ticklish?” You asked, confidently.

“I highly doubt that somehow,” he said, smirking.

“But what if I’m not? Then your plan is foiled,” you said, pushing your luck.

He scoffed and reached over with one hand to gently tickle your tummy. You squealed and twisted your body as much as the seat belt would let you. He laughed.

“Knew it,” he said, turning to you.

“No, you just caught me off guard and made me jump,” you said, blushing again.

“Okay. Well, I’ll give you warning this time. I’m going to tickle you in 3...2…”

“Wait no that’s not…”

“1…”

Seb reached over and squeezed your side this time. You squealed loudly and tried to twist away again. He stopped and laughed.

“Still not ticklish?” he asked.

“No. No I’m not,” you said.

“Yeah yeah,” he teased.

He suddenly pulled up in the middle of an empty field.

“Here we are,” he said, turning off the engine.

“Oh god you really are going to kill me,” you said, he laughed again.

He got out of the car and you followed him a bit further into the field.

“This is what I call the field of screams,” he said. You looked at him, eyebrow raised.

“No, I’m not going to hurt you. I tend to come here by myself sometimes. No one is ever around so it’s a great place just to stand and scream until you feel better.” he informed.

“Ohhhhh,” you said, scanning the empty field. You jumped when he suddenly belted out a scream.

“That’s a bit better. Now you try,” he said, gesturing at you. You took in a deep breath but let out a faint scream.

“Oh come on, I bet you can do better than that,” he said. You breathed in again but the scream wasn’t much louder.

“Here, like this,” he said before letting out a really loud scream.

“Sorry, guess I’m just paranoid of someone hearing,” you said.

“Nah, I can assure you there’s no one around,” he said before yelling again.

You drew in a deeper breath and screamed a bit louder.

“That’s better! Now keep building on that,” he said. You tried again and failed.

“Tell you what, let’s try this,” he said. He positioned himself behind you. “I’m just gonna help you with your posture so you can let out a louder scream,” he said. You nodded.

He placed his hands on your stomach.

“Breathe in,” he instructed. You obeyed.

“And….tickletickletickle!” He said, suddenly clawing at your stomach. In fairness, it did make you scream, but you also fell back onto him in a fit of giggles.

“WAHAIT NOHO!” You cried, he started gently squeezing your stomach. “THIS ISN’T FAHAHAIR!”

“It’s helping though isn’t it?” He asked, his hand now moving up to your ribs. You slowly sank to the ground in a fit of laughter.

“NOHOHOHO!”

“No?! Guess I’ll have to try harder,” he said, following you to the ground. He knelt down next to you and shoved his hands under your arms. You slammed them down to your sides.

“AHAHAHA NOHOHOT THERE!!” You shrieked, kicking your legs out.

“Awww, poor Y/N. I thought you weren’t ticklish?” He teased. You cackled as he sped up his wiggling fingers.

“Is this a bad spot?” He asked, though he clearly knew the answer.

“YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEASE!”

“Please what?”

“PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!”

“Please stop what?”

“THIHIHIHS!” You screamed.

“And what exactly is this?”

You were too flustered to say “tickling” so you just lay there and kept laughing. He had gone back to tickling your tummy with both hands and you shrieked loudly.

“Oooh, this is a very ticklish tummy,” he cooed. He bent down and blew a big raspberry which made you scream.

“Cootchie cootchie coo,” he teased, his fingers spidering up and down and across your tummy.

“STOHOHOHOP PLEASE!” You cried, clutching onto his arms. He laughed with you but eased his attack.

“Got you to scream,” he sang, winking at you. You gently kicked him but kept giggling.

“You’re so mean,” you said, catching your breath.

“And you’re so ticklish, what’s your point?” He asked. You accidentally let out another giggle.

“Aww, you’re cute when you’re flustered,” he teased. You blushed again.

“So why didn’t you properly ask me to stop?” He asked. Your face was almost scarlet at this point.

“Ohh, you can’t say it, can you? You can’t say tickle?” He caught on. You gently shook your head.

“I can, just not when I’m really flustered,” you said, quietly. He awed at you and you kicked him...again.

“You do realise I’m going to be taking full advantage of this at work now, right?”

“No, please don’t, it’s embarrassing!”

“Alright, I’ll be sneaky about it. No one will know...unless you want them too?” He asked, a puzzled look on his face.

“No!” You responded, quickly. He laughed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say a word. But it’s not my fault if they do end up finding out though..” he said. You sighed.

“Alright tickle bug, let’s get you home before it gets too late,” he said, offering you a hand up.

“Don’t call me that,” you said, blushing once again.

“Fine. How about giggles?” He asked, you glared at him. “What? It’s either that or tickle bug.” He said, shrugging,

“FIne, giggles it is,” you said. He chuckled and pulled you in for a hug.

“Anyway, did I succeed in making you feel better?” He asked. You nodded, smiling.

“Good.”

You walked back to his car and he dropped you home. But that certainly wasn’t the last of his tickle attacks.

#tickle fic #ler!sebastian stan #lee!reader

[connorandersons-blog]

Oooh…how about…

Connor/Markus in the key of Angst No. 10:

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”

So this ended up longer than I meant it to be, but honestly I’m loving it. I’m so sorry to those that love Simon (I do too but I needed someone to be the “bad guy” ish) And don’t worry it has a happy ending! Enjoy!

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Markus was… stunning. That was an understatement of the century, but Connor didn’t have the right words to say just how magnificent the man was. Everything he did was truly wonderful, and Connor just loves to watch him.

The way his eyes fluttered underneath his lids as he kept his eyes closed while he painted, his hand holding the brush like it was an extension of himself. He bared his soul with each painting and whenever he’d play the piano. His fingers are always so sure of themselves, never missing a key or pressing the wrong note.

Connor loved to watch him as he spoke to people whether it be to the millions around the world or just someone who needed a friend. Both were always so thoughtful, and Markus puts his full attention into it.

Even when Markus was just sitting and reading, he did it perfectly. Connor was addicted to watching his hand as it flipped the delicate page to reveal the new words for Markus to soak in. The way his face would change as he read, from surprise to annoyance, to absolute joy. He was always so very expressive.

Connor adored him, saw how inspiring he was to others, to Connor too, and knew whoever could call him a friend or even lover would be incredibly lucky. It’s why he was so very shocked when Markus confessed his love for Connor.

The first thing Connor had said was why? Why him out of everyone he could choose from? Markus's answer had made him gasp in understanding. He had said ’it wasn’t a choice, but if I could I wouldn’t change a thing.’

After that, it was just… perfect. Markus was the perfect lover, so caring and understanding, he was incredibly patient and adoring. When they made love, it was mind-blowing and left both sated and exhausted. Connor clung to him after those moments, knowing it was just for him. He could cuddle against him, Markus’s hand on the small of his back as his fingers danced over his skin slightly. It made Connor shiver and press closer, smiling against Markus’s skin as he kissed wherever he could.

He never really let himself worry because Markus would never do anything to hurt him, not when they loved each other. Sometimes those thoughts would creep up, but then Markus would turn to smile at him, or their hands would brush together and it would all be ok.

Markus and he ended up living together, and it gave them more time together than before. It was absolutely wonderful, those moments together that he wanted more and more of. He wanted to spend his entire existence with him and now he was finally going to ask.

Marriage had been a low priority given everything else they needed to cover. It had taken years until they pushed for marriage, but now it was official. Androids could marry whoever they wanted, human or android.

Most people would expect Markus to be the one to propose, but Connor had wanted to. Markus was always initiating and now it was Connor’s turn. He held the banquet of red roses in one hand, the velvet box in his pocket feeling incredibly heavy.

He could do this; they’ve been together for so long and it was the next logical step. He just really hoped Markus would say yes.

He knew Markus didn’t have a meeting, it was lunch break for everyone in the building and Markus took this time to relax some. Everything should be perfect, but when he opened the door, it absolutely was not.

There was Markus, standing in front of his desk, but Connor couldn’t really see him because Simon was in front, and Connor knew what was happening. It felt like his life stopped, everything turning ice-cold frozen around him as his eyes widened.

He couldn’t breathe, everything was stuck, not even the tears seemed to be able to break free to run down his cheeks. He should have known; they were always so close, but Connor had trusted them. Simon was their friend, had encouraged them to get together, and seemed happy for them.

He dropped the flowers and ran, not knowing where he was going but he just… he just had to go. He had to disappear.

He heard someone calling his name, probably Markus but he wouldn’t stop. How could he?! Why would Markus do this, why would Simon? Why did he let himself believe he deserved anything different?

He could barely even see, and he let out a scream as arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him back. He flailed his arms and legs as his chest hit something warm and solid.

“Connor! It wasn’t what it looked like! Please, please just let me speak.” Markus said, his breath coming out fast against Connor’s neck.

“No!” He wouldn’t let Markus talk; he knew how well he could talk people into things and Connor knew what he saw. “Fuck off,” he snarled. He wouldn’t hurt Markus no matter how much Markus was hurting him, no matter how much he wanted him to feel that pain.

Markus held tighter and thankfully didn’t try to kiss over Connor’s neck like he usually did when he’d hold him from behind. “No, Connor. I’m not going to let you go until you agree to listen.”

Connor grit his teeth, the tears hot on his cheeks. “How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?” He should have known better. It was all a lie, a very well-constructed one, he’d give him that. All those times Markus said leading kept him busy, was he really with Simon?

“I do, I love you more than anything. I didn’t kiss him, he kissed me.” Markus squeezed him tighter against his chest and Connor almost wanted to elbow him to be let go.

More than anything he wanted to believe him, but it was just so hard. “Fine. Talk.” He wished he didn’t love Markus so much, if he didn’t then he would never agree to listen.

Markus let out a sigh, loosening his grip but not letting go. “Simon came in and asked to talk. I had no reason to deny him, and so I said yes. He told me that he’s in love with me and then he kissed me. He had said he just wanted it once and I tried to deny him, I don’t want him, but he kissed me anyway. I pushed him off right after, but you walked in right as he did it.”

Connor panted; his vision still blurry but now from the tears that he couldn’t stop. He hated how much it made sense, but it was hard to believe Simon would do that. Why would he kiss Markus when he had said no? Maybe it was just a kiss to do it once and then move on. He hoped that was it, but it hurt so much to have seen.

“I can interface, I’ll show you if you don’t believe me. But Connor, I love you, I’d never cheat.” Markus lets him go fully and Connor staggers forward. He wraps his arms around himself, turning slowly to see Markus staring at him with tears streaked down his face too. He held out his hand, the skin having receded.

Connor hugged himself even tighter, staring at the offered hand. All those times he interfaced with Markus there was never one lie. He didn’t think androids could change memories with an interface but what if he did?

He reached out and clasped their hands together feeling that connection form between them that became so natural for them. The memories fill his mind, and he is so used to this that he doesn’t stop his own memories from flowing to Markus.

He watched as it played out just as Markus said, and he felt the devastation and pure panic that washed over him as he watched Connor run off. He felt everything and then he was back in his own mind, the interface cut off. He was… telling the truth?

“You were… you were coming to propose to me?” Markus whispered, staring at Connor with wide eyes. Oh, shit.

His hand went down to his pocket where the box still was. “I was.” It was hard to tell what his emotions were, all of them were so overwhelming and confusing.

Markus chokes back a sob, covering his mouth with his hand. “Darling, shit. I’m, I'm so sorry, I promise you I’d never do anything to hurt you. I’m so in love with you.”

He pulls the box out, rubbing his fingers against the black velvet. “I know that you do, I’m still just, I don’t know. This went all wrong.”

“I know, I know and I’m sorry. If you still wanted to ask, and you don’t have to, but if you asked, I’d say yes.”

Connor sucked in a breath, gaping at the words. Markus would say yes, he’d marry Connor if he asked. “I, I don’t know, but do you want to see it?”

“Yes! I’d love to, I’m sure it’s gorgeous.”

Connor held out the box, opening it carefully. The ring was simple walnut wood, a small inlaid line around the middle of glittering diamond flakes. He thought it was very pretty and would suit Markus well… if he accepted. If he had proposed.

Markus smiled so bright that Connor almost felt the need to look away. “It’s perfect. I’d be honored to wear it but I understand if you don’t want to anymore. I’ll wait forever for you, I’ll do anything, but if… if you don’t even want to be with me that’s ok too. I’ll respect whatever you decide.”

He would, Connor knew he would. That was just the way Markus was, so giving and loving. He’d agree to whatever Connor decided on without making it a huge mess. It’s part of why he loves him so much. Why he still wants to marry him.

“Yes,” he breathes out and he watches Markus’s face crumple before he realized what that sounded like. “Yes, I still want to marry you.”

Markus’s face quickly shifts to pure joy as he reaches forward and yanks him into a crushing hug. He almost drops the ring at the suddenness, but he wraps his arms around him too.

They are both crying now but no longer from sadness, instead it’s exciting and filled with so much happiness neither can contain it.

They pull back and Connor pulls the ring out of the box and slides it onto Markus’s awaiting finger. It looks perfect there and then they are kissing, pushing all their love through the interface they started without realizing. It’s not how Connor thought it would go but still, it happened, and Connor couldn’t ask for anything more.

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[hwangsies]

LIMERENCE

(n) the state of becoming infatuated with another person

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

summary: you haven’t spoken a word to hyunjin since he ghosted you after a fun new years eve together, so what’s the worst that could happen when fate (or chaeryong,...well, same thing) pairs you up for a road trip across the country?

warnings: e2l (ish), university student!au, non idol!au ,a lot of swearing. alcohol consumption,long flashback, mentions of infidelity, hyunjin is a giggly sweetheart, smut as in: dom!hyunjin, unprotected sex (wrap it up luvs),fingering, oral (f recieving), slight choking, praise kink, hand & strenght kink (manhandleing oopsie), slight overstimulation, hyunjin is really enthusiastic about consent (as you should be, periodt), reader is nervous and scared of hyunjins big pickle (ew i hate myself), motel sex (but it’s not trashy i promise!)

8.6 k words ,meaning grab a snack and a drink,

and enjoy!<3

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"alright everyone" your professor rubs his hands together "that was it for today... i hope you all have a great break and i'm very exited to see all of you again next semester. hopefully in person again" he chuckles.

You and your classmates exchange goodbyes with him before one after the other exits the zoom call.

"fuck" you sigh after closing your laptop and lean back on your bed.

"you did it girl" your dormmate chaeryong claps, at which you giggle before shifting your eyes to her on the other side of the room.

She's sitting on her bed, folding her clothes before putting it in her suitcase thats placed in front of her.

"finally" you sit up and watch her roll up a pair of socks.

"my last class was yesterday and mrs kim teared up" she giggles "it was kinda cute not gonna lie"

"oh god" you snicker.

"hey did you find someone to take to yongin?" you ask, remebering chearyong talking about wanting to find someone to share gas expenses with in exchange for a ride to her hometown.

"oh yea, i did" she turn to you "i think you know him, seo changbin?"

You furrow your brows in thought, you feel like you've heard of the name.

"he's a music major, one year above us, hes also from yongin" she continues folding a pair of jeans "funny you'd ask actually cause he told me one of his friends was looking for a ride to seoul, isn't that where you're going?"

"Yea i was thinking about finding someone honestly because gas is really fucking expensive if you aint rich" you say, placing your laptop onto your nightstand.

"Mm you aint gotta tell me girl" chaeryong mumbles, folding a sweatshirt.

"so who's that friend?" you ask, stretching out on your bed.

"he's in his grade, hyunjin"

Your neck almost cracks from how fats you whip your head “hwang hyunjin?”

"Oh yea" she points at you "you know him?"

"unfortunately" you huff.

"o-oh, what"s the tea?" your roommate wiggles her brows at which you shake your head.

"nothing much really" you sigh, leaning back again "he's just like the most arrogant and stuck up fuckboy ever"

"wow, well thats not nothing" chaeryong laughs "any reason as to why you think that?"

"you could probably ask any girl on campus and she'll tell you the same" you scoff.

"really girl?" chaeryong squints an eye at you playfully "cause i've only heard of him being hot but never of him being a hoe. And you know i'm the first to know the hot gossip" she winks.

Laughing defeatedly, running your hand through your hair.

"it's just- we hit it off at the campus' new years eve party, like really hit it off- at least thats what i thought"

"oooh spill it spill it" chaeryong leaps over to your bed to sit at the end of it.

"well there's really not much to spill, i gave him my number and he was talking all that smack about taking me out and stuff aaand to make a long story short i never heard from him again"

"well" chaeryong speaks slowly, biting her lip guiltily "i dont think you'll be very happy about me giving changbin your number for him, then?"

"you did what???" your eyes almost pop out of your head.

"sooorryy" she jumps up from your bed, clutching her hands apologetically "i didnt know"

"aaaaarghh" you whine, burying your face in your pillow.

"maybe he won't even text you though" chaeryong tries to console you, but the damage is already done...

-

unknown number - hey i got this number from changbin, i heard you're driving up to seoul, i'd love to tag along if you're looking for someone to share expenses with -recieved at 9:12 am

You huff looking at the message on your phone.

After chaeryong had left last night you really convinced yourself that he couldn't possibly dare to reach out to you.

But here you are reading his message after just waking up, and your day is already ruined.

you - who is this? - sent at 9:56 am

You know who it is, but you're not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that you do.

Scoffing when he answers almost immediately.

unknown number - this is hyunjin, did i reach the right person? - recieved at 9:57 am

You have two choices at this point.

1. be petty and bitter about a boy who probably doesn't even remember you.

Or 2. move on and help someone who is also just trying to get home and also maybe get some closure.

So you curse your mother for rasing you so well and suck it up.

you - yea sure, i planned on leaving tomorrow at around 6 pm - sent at 10:02 am

Damn you and your common human decency.

he sus - oh okay great :) i only have one suitcase and a backpack btw so i wont take up alot of space or anything - recieved at 10:05 am

he sus - also i feel weird bc i dont know ur name or anything changbin literally just sent me the number and nothing else lol, also 6 sounds good should we meet at the main building then? -sent at 10:06 am

You're quite honestly not shocked that he seems nice over text because he was the same when you met on new years eve.

you - sure lets meet at the main building, my car is white and my name is y/n - sent at 10:09 am

Cringing as you press the send button because you are 99% certain he won't answer anymore; not that you'd care, obviously.

he sus - alright y/n see you tomorrow at 6 then :) - recieved at 10:14 am

You raise your brows when your phone lights up with his message, does he really not remember you?

Was he that drunk?

Well, it doesnt matter because you don't want to pay for all this gas alone and he seems to be the next best option to fix that.

So you shrug it off and get out off bed to run some last errands and start packing.

-

Your heart is beating unreasonably fast when you take a turn towards the main building at 5:55 pm the next day.

Calm down y/n it’ll just be 5 hours and who says you have to talk to him?

However you do know deep in your heart that you only wanted to arrive just a little early so you could complain about him being late.

That plan got cut short because your eyes fall on him as you pull up to the main building.

He’s- oh my god he’s blonde. You stop your car and he looks up at you.

“it is you!” hyunjin smiles at you when you step out of the car.

“who else would it be?” you ask, a little irritated at his reaction.

His face drops a bit when he sees you clearly annoyed by him, but the doesn’t blame you; he’d be mad too.

You open your trunk for him to put his weirdly small suitcase into, looking him up and down as he lifts it inside.

He’s wearing dark baggy pants and a windbreaker jacket, the top part of his chin-length blonde hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail.

He seemed to have bulked up as well, shoulders looking broader than what you remember.

The hair is different than the jet black hair that you remember on him, but it suits him very well; to be honest he would look good in any hair colour, not that you’d care though.

The first thirty minutes of the ride go by agonizingly slow and in complete silence.

When you drive onto the freeway you can’t take it anymore and mumble something among the lines of ‘wanna listen to some music?’.

You don’t wait for an answer, pressing the radio button right as you finish your sentence.

“uh, actually” hyunjin starts, his hand lifting to turn the radio back off, your eyes snap towards him, is he serious? Turning off your radio in your car?

“I wanted to address this situation” he says rather quietly.

You scoff “what? You realized that this is awkward just now?”

“no- I mean- yes I understand why you would think that but I just really want a chance to explain myself” he stutters.

“explain yourself” you repeat after him before mumbling “sure because there’s so much to explain”

“listen, I know you think I’m an asshole who just ghosted you b-“

“listen, I can handle rejection, you could’ve just said that you weren’t looking for something serious and I would’ve accepted that. The thing I’m mad about though is you literally making false promises and shit” 

Hyunjin blinks at you “can I please just explain to you what happened?”

You let out a long huff “sure” you wave your hand “go ahead”

“when you and your friends left at around 4, you wrote your number on my arm with your eyeliner, correct?” he asks.

Glancing over at him, you nod.

“after you where gone, I was already pretty drunk but then my friends decided to drag me with them to a different party that was still going” you see him fiddling with his hands in your peripheral “well I got super fucking shitfaced at that party and ended up puking on this one guys shoes”

You raise your eyebrows and hold back a laugh, which he notices.

“its okay you can laugh” he chuckles as well.

“anyways that guy was not very happy about it and busted my lip before kicking me and my friends out, so then back in the dorm my roommate sat me in the shower because I was full of alcohol, blood and puke”

“ew” you chime in.

“and when I woke up the next morning your number was gone” hyunjin looks over at you “we don’t have any mutual friends, I didn’t know what your major is so I couldn’t even asks for you in the administrating office, and then the covid lockdown happened and here we are”

“you called the administrating office?” you look over at him, he nods a little smile on his stupid pretty lips.

“yep, so, sorry to tell you but your eyeliner is not waterproof” he jokes at which you playfully knit your brows at him.

“believe me, I wanted to text you. I really wanted to take you out; and when you sent me your name yesterday I didn’t know if this was a lucky coincidence or if you’re a different y/n, that’s why I didn’t say anything” he explains.

You take a deep breath as you realize you have to apologize for going off on him just now, you believe him but you hate apologizing.

“well, I feel like an ass for going off on you like that after hearing all this” you chuckle “I’m sorry” you eye him shortly before looking back on the road.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize I get how it looked, very much sus” he laughs with you.

-

Coming back to your car after you took a bathroom break on a highway rest-stop, you see hyunjin sitting in the drivers seat.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you smile as you sit down on the passenger seat.

“I thought maybe you’d like to sleep since its dark already and you’ve been driving for almost 3 hours” he suggests while putting on his seatbelt.

“well, I wont say no to that” you shrug and put your seatbelt on as well.

“so when did you go blonde?” you ask curiously.

“uh- around end of june” hyunjin chuckles “it was a dare if I’m being honest but I ended up liking it and got it redone”

“oh okay” you check out his profile once more and follow his hair with your eyes “I like it”

“yea?”

“yea, which is weird cause I’m usually not into blondes at all” you wonder.

“hm” he grins “must be me then” he says before winking at you.

“pfff, in your dreams” you rebuttal playfully, at which he laughs and mumbles a ‘true’.

You don’t react to it because you think your ears are playing tricks on you.

“hey I have a question too” hyunjin says.

“what’s up” you lean your arm against the window as you look over at him.

His face is slightly lit by the lights of the other cars, no seriously, how can a side profile be so perfect?

“why did you even agree to take me with you if you thought I ghosted you?” he grins.

You laugh “well, I’m a nice person and I know not a lot of people there are from seoul and my mom raised me right, okay?”

“okay okay” he giggles, the way his eyes crinkle when he does makes you smile everytime.

“or…did you have such a good time with me on new years that you just had to jump on this opportunity?” he quips, carefully stealing a peek at you.

“sure, why do you think I was so upset when you didn’t text” you feign sadness.

The both of you laugh before falling into comfortable silence.

When looking outside your window, you think back to said new years eve.

-(flashback)

“oh my god” you said, stepping into the big hall that usually is the universities gym. But whoever planned this outdid themselves.

A dj was placed on one of the tribunes and a whole buffet of drinks and punches on the other, as well as a big disco ball hanging from the ceiling, making the room shimmery and shiny.

You could see people coming out of the doors that connected into the universities hall on one side and into the locker rooms on the others, as if it wasn’t already packed.

“this is fucking insane” lia, your roommate from last semester, squeaked while grabbing your arm and jumping a little, her voice overpowering the blasting music..

“I wanna get fucking hammered tonight” you turned to her.

“oh babe don’t worry,  we didn’t come here to drink soda” she laughed before spotting some of your other friends.

About five minutes before midnight you and some more girls gathered at the buffet of drinks and started doing shots.

You all had decided that instead of kissing someone at 12 o’clock you’d ring in 2020 with a shot, because alcohol can’t cheat on you.

You were laughing at something when some people started the countdown.

10!

9!

8!

7!

6!

5!

4!

3!

2!

1!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Every one shouted and celebrated in union as you downed your shot.

“happy new year babe” lia hugged you after downing hers.

“happy new year!” you shouted into her ear, full of relief that this stressful year was over.

“lets do another one” she grinned widely after your whole friend group had shared their wishes with each other.

A girl you didn’t know very well handed you another shot, just as you emptied your glass you heard a guy yell something before stumbling into your back.

“jesus” you stumbled forward a bit before turning around, ready to throw someone a dirty look.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” in front of you suddenly stood a tall dark haired young man with almost too perfect facial features, frowning a little out of concern.

“nothing happened” you smiled, taking a step towards him so he’d hear you better.

“I’m glad” he replied, a grin slowly stretched across his handsome face

“I’m y/n” you giggled as you held out your hand.

His eyes crinkled with his smile as he took your hand in his “I’m hyunjin” he said before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“okay guys let her have her fun lets go over there” you hear lia usher your friends away from behind you.

“happy new year y/n” he said before instinctively pulling you a little closer to him when a group of people passed behind you.

“happy new year hyunjin” you replied, a slow blush creeping on your face from how intensely he was taking in your appearance.

“well yea happy fucking new years to me for running into you” he joked before taking a sip, your brain wasn’t able to function anymore so you just giggled and nervously pushed your hair behind your ear.

It had been way too long since you’d talked to a guy, especially someone as attractive as him

“you’re fucking stunning” hyunjin complimented you and lifted your hand with his to make you spin for him, to which you complied because you took a long time getting ready and always appreciate being appreciated.

“thank you” you were crimson red by now but hoped he wouldn’t see because of the dimmed lights.

“how come I’ve never seen you around? I would’ve remembered you” he tilted his head.

“oh this was my first year here and I live on the other side of campus so…” you nodded slowly “but yea I would’ve remembered you too”

He grinned before downing his drink and putting on the table next to the both of you.

“wanna dance?”

That’s how you found yourself on the dance floor with hyunjin pressed against your back.

Slowly but surely the alcohol made you braver; and it didn’t take long for the dj to play perfect songs to grind yourself against his toned body to.

His reaction was instant, hands gripping even harder at your waist and his own movements matching your own.

You looked back at him just to have the air knocked out of your lungs, a barely there sheen of sweat was covering his forehead; his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted before his tongue swiftly swept over his lower lip.

He looked like sex on legs and moved like it too.

His plump lips formed into a grin when he noticed you staring, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol running through your system but you so desperately wanted to kiss him.

“can’t stop looking at you either, pretty” he lowered his head to mumble against your cheek before pressing a kiss there.

“you’re so goddamn sexy” you blurted out as you turned around to face him, running one of your hands through his dark hair before positioning them on his firm chest.

He threw back his head as his chest vibrated with laughter.

“don’t laugh at me” you laughed as you locked eyes again.

“you’re cute when you’re drunk” hyunjin brought one hand to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you dont even know me sober” you giggle “also i’m not drunk!” you protested playfully, his hands found your waist in the meantime to pull you flush to his body; at which you gasped almost inaudibly.

“oh really?” he looked down at you, clearly amused “didn’t you drink like 5 shots half an hour ago?”

“well well well, I didn’t know I had an audience” you countered, looping your arms around his neck.

Hyunjin prodded at the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking away for a swift second, slightly embarrassed because he just exposed himself.

You felt yourself gush a little when he licked his lips again after bringing his gaze back to you.

“so you almost knocked me over on purpose?” you grinned even bigger when he shook his head laughingly.

“listen” he chuckled, leaning down unnecessarily close because you could hear him perfectly fine but you weren’t going to complain.

“I actually didn’t run into you on purpose, that was my friends doing after he saw me notice you” he said.

You mouthed an ‘ahh’ while nodding, feigning disbelief.

“I’m serious” hyunjin laughed “I still have to thank him later; I would’ve probably chickened out”

He got quieter at the end of his sentence, his eyes jumping to your lips when you wet your lower lip with your tongue quickly.

“i-m glad he pushed you then” you replied, trying to hide the fact that your heart was pumping your blood in record time.

“yea” he inched his face closer to yours as you tilted your chin up to meet him in the middle “me too”

His eyes switched from your lips to your eyes one more time before closing the gap between the both of you.

His lips were firm but soft at the same time in the way they moulded against yours, you swore you could hear lia squealing from somewhere but maybe you were just hearing things.

But when his tongue touched yours in the most tentative way you lost contact to what was going on around you, slinging your arms tighter around his neck and deepening the kiss.

A tiny groan escaped hyunjins throat when you carded your fingers through his hair to tug on it and release some of the adrenalin that rushed through you.

He was slow and explorative and let you take control from time to time before sucking on your lower lip and making you loose it.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed; to be honest you didn’t even remember what song was playing when you started kissing.

All you knew in that moment was hyunjins lightly flushed cheeks, swollen lips and dark glistening eyes.

“let’s go somewhere else?” he questioned in a whisper when you bit your lip, nodding at his question.

He grabbed your hand in his before manoeuvring the both of you through the dancing and celebrating crowd.

Before you knew it, hyunjin pulled you into the entrance hall of the university where multiple people had the same idea as you.

Couples scattered across the big room, some just talking, most of them however making out heavily.

“come on” he softly tugged at your hand, smiling when your gaze falls on him.

He lead you up the big flight of stairs onto a floor of the building you’ve never been to, stopping in front of a random room before pulling a small set of keys out of his back pocket.

After unlocking the door, he opened it to let you step inside.

It was a dance studio, the wall right across from you was just one huge mirror through which you could see the big couch in the back of the room and the water dispensers next to it.

“why do you have the keys for this room?” you asked, giggling.

Hyunjin grinned as he closed the door “I’m a dance major, we all have keys for the practice rooms”

“that’s so cool” you beamed “I wish I could dance” you looked around the room, walking towards the mirrored wall a little bit.

“you were moving just fine earlier” hyunjin came up behind you, nimble hands finding your waist as he looked you up and down through the mirror intensely, now that you were under the bright lights of the room.

You couldn’t help but to smile a little at that, the tight little glitter dress that you had chosen really did accentuate your curves in the best way possible, paired with the cute black heels which made your legs look way longer than they actually are.

“but that was like club sexy dancing, you know?” you elaborated.

“hm” he hummed amusedly “whats wrong with sexy club dancing?” you turned around to him.

He didn’t look to shabby himself, all in black, a chic button up with some jeans and a belt; accessorized with rings on his pretty fingers, a  dainty silver necklace and some small earrings.

Some might say he was underdressed, but the way he carried himself with such confidence, and that face of his must for sure be a panty dropper, you thought.

“nothing but… I don’t know, teach me something” you pleaded.

“what do you want me to teach you?” he laughed.

“I don’t know a pirouette or something” you suggested, laughing as well.

“okay” he grinned “this is like the base stance” he positioned himself correctly before looking at you to see if you were following his instructions.

“mhm” you hummed, replicating what he was doing.

“and then you get momentum with one leg to be able to swing yourself around, like this” hyunjin explained before executing a perfect pirouette and ending it back in the base stance.

“that was fast” you chuckled.

“your turn” he grins before moving behind you “try to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror otherwise you’ll loose balance”

“okay” you said unsurely.

“I’ll catch you if you fall” he winked at you, at which you scoff playfully before carefully swinging yourself into a pirouette.

You landed on wobbly legs but before you could tip over hyunjin stabilized you with a firm grip on your hips.

“you’re a natural” he grinned at you through the mirror.

“well thank you” you playfully feigned cockiness before he spun you around himself.

A few seconds pass of the both of you taking in each others features in silence, the only thing you could hear was the faint music of the party downstairs, before hyunjin spoke up.

“can I kiss you?”

You fell into giggles again as you let your forehead rest against his collarbone before looking up again “we’ve kissed before”

“yea but that was like a moment and I don’t want to catch you off guard or anything” he mumbles cutely.

“mm” you nod “ you can kiss me”

And with a smile, he does.

You weren’t surprised when his first gentle ministrations turned into more desperate ones rather quickly because you could feel the warmth spread in your lower regions as well.

He walked the both of you over to the couch, only parting from your lips when he sat down on the black leather material of the couch.

“come here, pretty girl” he took your hand to help you straddle him, your dress riding up but you couldn’t care less if he saw your safety shorts, and he didn’t seem to care either by the way he feverishly connected your lips again.

His hands travelled down to squeeze at your waist before smoothing over your ass and grabbing a handful of each cheek, you moaned into the kiss when you realized how big his hands were.

Your own hands were squeezing at his shoulders before one moved into his soft hair while the other softly rested on his cheek.

The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clinking together and tongues licking at each other.

The things that riled you up the most however were his groans and praises.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he groaned before moving down to kiss at your jaw and down your neck.

A needy whimper escaped from your throat when he started suckling the sensitive skin at the base of your throat.

“fuck-hyunjin” you moaned when his teeth grazed over your clavicle.

Your hands fumbled before landing on his belt, at which he pulled away from your skin, gently taking your hands off of his belt.

“I’d love to take you out first, actually” his pretty kiss swollen lips twitched up into a shy smile as he pants.

“oh” you were taken aback, you were almost certain that this was something regular for him “I thought-“

“I mean if you just want to fuck we can fuck of course” he chuckled “but- I actually think you’re really cute and fun and I’d love to get to know you better”

Your mouth stood a little agape “uh- I mean-I” you stuttered, your brain not functioning properly because of the alcohol running through your veins but also him!

“its okay if you just want, you know-“

“no!” you blurted out all over sudden, making him flinch a little “sorry, uhm- its just been a while since I had a date” you smile apologetically.

His expression visibly brightens “that’s okay” he giggled “so is that a yes?”

You grinned, leaning in to just barely brush your lips with his, his head twitching upwards in an attempt to connect them fully.

“yes” you whispered, at which he smiled brightly before pulling your in for a kiss by your neck.

-(flashback end)

“y/n”

“hey, y/n” you grumble when you feel someone gently rocking your shulder.

“mmm-what?” you peek your eyes open just to see hyunjin smile at you.

“good morning sunshine” he teases as you sit up in your seat when you realize you aren’t driving anymore.

“just kidding its not morning” he says as you look around your car, realizing your on a parking lot.

“where the fuck are we?” you whip your head towards him “did you bring me here to kill me? kidnap me?”

“wha?- no” he laughs “no, I’m sorry. Right after you fell asleep there was this huge traffic jam because of an accident and we stood there for almost 3 hours so I drove off and found this” he points out the rear window, where you see a small motel building.

You look back at him before checking the time on your phone, seeing it was indeed almost midnight.

“fuck” you swear to yourself.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to keep driving because I was getting tired so I thought maybe-“ hyunjin starts rambling guiltily, not wanting you to thing that this was an attempt to get in your pants.

“hey” you put your hand on his shoulder after taking off your seatbelt “this is good, you made the right decision I think we both could use some sleep” you say.

You each take your suitcases and walk inside, it’s an old building but it looks pretty clean for a motel off of the highway.

“good evening you two” an old lady sits behind the, probably just as old, reception.

“good evening, could we get 2 single rooms, please” hyunjin speaks up politely.

“I’m afraid we only have 2 double bed rooms available, if you’d like to take them, they will however be more expensive than the rooms for one” she explains politely.

“its okay, we’ll take one of those, please” you decide, hyunjins head snapping towards you.

“is that okay?” you ask him.

“yea- sure” he nods.

“alright, room 301 it is” she hands you the key before stating that you’ll have to checkout before 12 pm and what the room costs.

“do you accept card?” hyunjin asks at which the friendly old lady nods before taking his card and swiping it through her little machine.

“I’ll venmo you half of what you paid” you say after unlocking room 301.

He tsk’s at you before shaking his head “don’t, it was my idea so I’ll pay”

“are you sure?” you ask closing the door behind you when he turns on the lights.

“yup-oh” he exclaims.

“this room is cute” you say, it’s small but the walls are a soft sunflower yellow, decorated with paintings of autumn leaves .

The bed looks clean, and when you smell the mouse gray blankets and pillows, they smell fresh as well.

“stop smelling the pillows” hyunjin laughs.

“I’ve never been to a motel, I thought everything would be dirty or ancient” you confess comically.

He chuckles as he comes out of the small bathroom “the bathroom is clean too, don’t worry” he says when you look at him expectantly.

“I’ll sleep on the floor if you want” he offers as you open your suitcase to get out your toothbrush and pj’s.

“it’s fine, hyunjin I’ve slept in the same bed as a male before” you joke.

“well how am I supposed to know that?” he counters, at which you throw your pj shorts at him out of reflex.

When you realize what you had done it was too late, he was already holding them out in front of him before giggling.

“very cute choice” he mocks the small white shorts with red hearts all over it.

“stoop” you whine, trying to fish it out of his hands but he holds them over his head like a kindergartener.

“I remember why I don’t like you” you pout, crossing your arms.

His face drops alongside with his arms “I thought we were past that”

You use his moment of weakness to snatch your shorts out of his hands “gotcha”

-

“see I told you I was gonna take you out” hyunjin beams at you before looking down at the various snacks he took from the motels vending machine, which were laying in between the both of you on the bed.

“and so luxurious too” you joke, crossing your legs.

“only the best for you” he grins when you open a pack of fruit jellies.

“you know, I was thinking about new years” you say “ and I realized that it was your fault!”

Hyunjin throws his head back as he groans playfully “why?”

“if you hadn’t lost your phone when we got back downstairs, I wouldn’t have had to write my number on your arm; or you could’ve just given me your number and I could’ve text you. But you didn’t even know your own number!” you laugh in reminiscence.

“listen” he laughs “I was drunk and you’re hot! I couldn’t think” he defends himself before taking a bite off a chocolate bar.

You blush a little but play it off with a laugh.

“but yes, I admit, it was indeed my fault” he dramatically holds his hand in front of his eyes.

“yeeees!” you exclaim victoriously.

“I’m kidding though” you pat his knee “I forgive you”

“I’m glad” he smiles.

After the both of you are done eating way too many sweets, you find yourself being really comfortable when talking to hyunjin.

He’s funny, doesn’t seem like he’s full of himself and just in general seems like a very kind person.

“I thought you were a fuckboy when me met” you confess, looking at him.

Propped on one elbow looking down at you, while you lay on your side towards him, his face illuminated only by the little lights on each of your nightstands.

“you did?” he asks confusedly.

“yea” you chuckle “you were so confident and…sexy I don’t know” you place your hand over your face in embarrassment.

“oh that was the liquid courage talking, I’m usually pretty shy” he shakes his head smilingly when you peek through your fingers.

“don’t lie” you push his shoulder softly.

“I’m serious!” he laughs.

“you were the first guy to approach me at a party” you pause “like ever”

“no way, you’re lying now” he furrows his brows.

“nope” you shake your head.

“but I was really close to not talking to you as well, I’m sure there were many guys before me that just didn’t have the liquid courage, like I did” he speculates.

“maybe” you say.

“have any exes?” he asks after a few seconds.

“yea, one”

“well how did you meet him?”

“he showed me around on my first day of freshman year, I transferred like in the middle of the first semester so I wasn’t with any other freshmen” you tell him.

“why’d you break up if I may ask?” hyunjin asks carefully.

“oh we were only together for like three weeks, you can’t even call I relationship. He used me to make his hot ex jealous and cheated on me with her” you say “but hey they’re back together at least” you scoff.

“i’m sorry” he mumbles at which you look up at him.

“it’s not your fault” you chuckle.

“well, still no one should feel that way” he says “you know that you were way too good for him right?”

You nod.

“what about you? Have any exes?” you ask back.

He snickers “only one in seoul”

“why didn’t you last?”

“it was a long distance situation, she was super jealous and couldn’t trust me. which I can understand to a certain degree but everytime I went out she wanted me to facetime her and show her what kinds of people were there with me. That was just too much” he explains.

“wow” you chuckle “that doesn’t sound fun either”

Hyunjin shakes his head “nope, but hey we got rid of ‘em, didn’t we?”

“yea” you giggle “plus if I hadn’t broken up with him I would’ve probably never gone to the new years eve party”

“I guess I owe him something then” he grins as you scooch up on the bed.

“can I kiss you?” you ask after a few seconds of silence.

“hm?” hyunjins eyes almost spring out of his head.

“I don’t want to catch you off guard” you grin as you repeat his words from the night you met, sitting up.

He licks his lower lip as a grin stretches over his face as he sits up as well “do your worst”

You get up on your knees to shuffle over to him, when you get close enough hyunjin grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his legs so you’re straddling him.

Once you sit down on his lap, your eyes lock again and you’re once again baffled as to how someone can be so god damn attractive.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, a shaky breath leaving his lips when you lean in.

Your lips connect and it feels like all the pent up energy of liking him since that night finally gets set free, sparks glowing behind your lit and his hands leaving a trail of fire where ever they go.

They squeeze at your thighs and waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

A whimper tears from your throat when his tongue licks at yours, he tastes like chocolate and what could only be described as him.

He moans into the kiss when you tug at the blonde locks that weren’t pulled back into the ponytail; before pulling the hair tie out of his hair to free it and finally card your fingers through all of the blonde glory.

Before you realize what’s going on, hyunjin lifts the both of you before dropping you on your back and crawling above you.

The fact that he just lifted the both of you from a sitting position as if you weigh nothing makes you feel all types of hot.

“you’re so hot holy shit” you pant as you push his long hair out of his face.

“ditto” he only grins before attaching his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucking a bruise into the skin.

“take it off” you moan as you tug on the dark blue calvin klein shirt he’s wearing.

His lips release the skin of your collarbone before sitting up to pull the shirt over his head.

If your mouth wasn’t already open from your heavy breathing, you would’ve opened it now because his body is more sculpted and toned than you had expected.

Your hand lifts to smooth over his abs, muscles flexing as he connects your lips again.

His one hand slides from your waist up to cup one of your breasts, gently palming the soft flesh.

“I know I said I wanted to take you out first but-“ he mumbles against your lips.

“you bought me a lovely dinner” you interrupt him, threading your fingers through the hair that’s falling down into his vision.

He grins, dropping a short peck to your lips before his the grin gets wiped off his face “I don’t have a condom with me”

“I’m on the pill” you let him know “I got tested before the lockdown and I haven’t been with anyone since soo…”

“yea, me too, I was tested a few months ago” he nods.

You nod back, biting your lip as you absently play with his hair.

“do you trust me?” hyunjin asks, observing your demeanour.

“yea- yea I do I’m just nervous” you smile awkwardly.

“no” he coos before kissing you “why are you nervous?”

“just haven’t been with anyone for a while” you confess.

Hyunjin nods understandingly “if you don’t want to do this we’ll stop”

“no I really want to” you look into his eyes as confidently as you can.

“okay” he smiles, planting his lips on yours again.

“can i?” his voice gives you goosebumps when he mumbles against the sensitive skin under your ear, his fingers slowy undoing the loose knot of your heart shorts.

“yes” you say when he locks eyes with you.

“I love these shorts” he softly presses a kiss to your knee, trying to calm your nerves a little, before he gently rocks your hips to pull them off of you.

You blush a little out of embarrassment but smile when you lift your hips to help him.

“cute” he whispers when he see’s your panties have a little bow on the front.

He chuckles when you hide your face in embarrassment, pulling you closer to him again by your thighs before you let him kiss you again.

“can I take this off too?” hyunjin whispers, softly pulling at the fabric of the tank top you’re wearing, at which you nod.

You are still wearing a bra when he pulls it off so you take it into your own hands and unclasp your bra.

Your nipples stiffen a little at the sudden exposure to air, as well as to hyunjin’s admiring gaze.

“fuck” he muses when palming your breasts in his big hands, gently pushing them together an running his thumbs over your nipples.

A whimper involuntarily leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around one of the perked up nubs and sucks gently.

“so fucking pretty, princess” you feel yourself pathetically clench around nothing at his praise.

You feel one of his hands wander downwards to provide some friction for you, he slots his lips against yours when you tentatively roll your hips against his hand.

Hyunjin feels his cock get even harder when an almost desperate moan tumbles from your lips against his. So he ads a little more pressure and starts circling your clit with two fingers, your sighs of pleasure mixing into the kiss.

“you’re so sensitive baby” he whispers as he parts his lips from yours “can I go down on you?” he grazes his lips over your chest, looking up at you seductively.

You nod as you bite your lip, hyunjin placing a few kisses on your tummy before shortly sitting up to also free you from your soaked panties.

The first stripe he licks up your slit, and how he swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit expertly sends you to heaven.

His hands are gripping your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs, your hands are tangled in his hair and the sheets.

“hyunj-fuck” you cry out when his tongue enters you.

He carefully prods one finger at your entrance “is that okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust.

“yea” you sigh.

Once you adjust to one finger, he adds a second one, curling them upwards to search for that specific patch inside of you.

“yes-fuck right there” you moan when his fingers press onto the sweetest spot inside of you, tugging at his hair a little harshly. But you feel him moan against you, getting lost in your taste as he sucks your clit in between his soft lips.

Your hips buckle against his mouth as your eyes roll backwards, feeling the warmth of your orgasm approach rapidly.

“fuck fuck yes-hyunjin” you cry out just before he tipped you over the edge with his skillful ministration, your orgasm rushing up your spine and into your head, endorphins spreading everywhere.

A cry of pleasure fills the room as your thighs starts trembling with the aftershocks, clamping around his head when he drives you into overstimulation.

“oh-shit-“ you pant as you softly pushed on his forehead to get him away from your clit, his fingers still inside you, guiding you through your high.

He nibbles on your inner thigh apologetically. You can still hear your heartbeat in your ears after hyunjin removes his fingers from you and sits up, gently holding your legs together to help you calm down.

“fuck” you mewl, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

He’s wanted to do this for so long and there you are, with all of your naked glory in front of him.

While he’s daydreaming about you, you sit up and start fiddling with his sweatpants.

“you want more?” he quips, once he realises what you’re doing, leaning in to kiss you.

“mhm” you humm into the kiss affirmitavely when his hand holds you close to him by your jaw.

With a quick last peck to your lips he simultaneously shimmies the soft black sweats and his boxers off of himself.

You apparently visibly gulp at the sight of his cock because hyunjin smirks cockily “like what you see?” as he crawls above you again, his lips finding yours again and not waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit” you mumble when he suckles at the soft nook of skin under your ear.

“we can stop here” he offers softly before locking eyes again.

You shake your head as you reach down to fist his length, slowly pumping it and smearing the few drops of precum around.

“no, you’re just really big” you huff with a shy smile on your lips at which hyunjin groans.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know?” he mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply, his hand smoothing over the slope of your waist before coming up to gently pinch at one of your nipples.

Eliciting a soft high pitched moan from you, this only spurs him on.

Rolling his tongue against yours desperately and making you taste yourself before sinfully sucking at the wet muscle.

All the while you’re stroking him with your small hand before cupping his balls, as if he didn’t already feel like he’s gonna blow his load way too early.

“please” you whine, guiding his reddened tip towards your entrance.

Hyunjin releases a shaky breath before replacing your hand with his, rutting his hips against yours a few times, coating his length in your wetness.

This already had your toes curling, suppressing a whine as you lock your legs around his waist.

“tell me if it hurts, yea?” he breathes, only pressing inside you after you nod, dropping a kiss to your swollen lips.

“fuck” he swears softly, tucking his face in the crook of your neck when he breaches your tight walls for the first time.

Your fingers tighten in his hair at the back of his neck when a subtle sting flares up inside of you.

“ah-“ your body flinches a little when he presses further inside, hyunjin notices, observing your expression before kissing your cheek and sitting up slowly.

“you’re doing so good, baby” he lifts his thumb to his lips, swiftly kitten-licking the digit before bringing it to where your bodies join.

Gently rolling your clit under his thumb to distract you from the pain.

“you look so perfect like this” his other hand travels over your stomach to gently squeeze at your breasts “all spread out for me”

You whimper, arching your back when hyunjin thrusts into you carefully; the pain slowly subsiding and the ache to be fully filled up by him growing exponentially when his cock rubs against your g spot.

“hyunjin” you moan, gripping onto his hand, which is resting atop your breast.

“yes baby, I’m here” he groans at how tight you feel once he’s balls deep inside of you, abandoning your clit to grab you by the hips for leverage.

His other hand resting on your cheek now, after a few trusts you moan “harder, please”

Hyunjin groans and fulfils your wish, at one particularly harsh thrust, you latch your lips around his pointer and middle finger, sucking at them.

“oh my god-that’s so fucking hot” he grunts through clenched teeth.

His cock dragging along your walls deliciously, filling you up to the brim as you hum around his slender fingers in pleasure.

“you like my hands that much baby?” his jaw is clenched and the grip on your waist is rough , the contrast to how sweet he was just a few minutes earlier had you clench around him furiously.

“fuck-“ he breathes when you nod to the best of your abilities, eyes wide open and holding his gaze.

You only release his fingers from in between your lips in favour for a loud high pitched moan when his other hand finds your clit again, rubbing harsh circles into the bud.

“-gonna cum-huynjin” you dig your nails into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.

“yea?” he grits through his teeth the fingers that were previously trapped in your mouth now wrapping around your bared throat.

Not squeezing tightly, just resting there as if to show you that you’re his now.

Your thought gets confirmed when he rasps “you’re gonna date me after this, right pretty girl?”

You do look so pretty right now, tits bouncing and skin slapping because of the fast rhythm that he’s snapping his hips into yours, not to mention the subtle sheen of sweat that’s coating the both of you.

A desperate breathy chuckle tumbles from your lips “ yes-yes fuck” you feel your second orgasm creeping up on you.

“cum for me princess, all over my cock” he urges you on, his tip hammering into the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly before you crash into your second high of the night.

Your body convulses in pleasure as you call out his name mixed with profanities, your toes curling so hard you’re not sure if you can ever uncurl them again, and your nails probably leaving painful indents in his skin.

His thumb on your clit slows down until you grab his hand for him to stop, his hand around your neck grabs your free one, holding both of your hands over your head now.

“so good, baby” he mumbles, kissing your lips; mostly just breathing into each other as he rocks you through every wave of your orgasm.

Hyunjin looses himself in you not long after with a guttural moan and his eyes squeezing shut.

You coax him through it when he rests his face against your neck again, running your fingertips through his damp hair and over his broad back, muscles tensing under your gentle touch.

i“don’t fall asleep on me” you whisper sneakily, grinning when he chuckles against your neck, tickling the soft skin there.

He props himself up again to scan over your features, pushing some hair out of your face before kissing you tenderly.

“you okay?” his hand resting at your temple as he gently runs his thumb over your hairline.

“more than” you assure him, cupping his cheeks to pull his lips onto yours again.You think you can never get enough of his lips, anything about him for that matter; not when he makes you feel so cared about and safe.

“so does this mean we’re dating now?” he whispers after he has cleaned you up and tucked the both of you in bed.

“hmh” you nod your head sleepily, positioned on his bare chest.

“so I can spoon you once we fall asleep?” he asks, grin evident in his voice.

“you can spoon me but you can’t wake me up in the middle of the night if you get horny” you mumble jokingly, enjoying his fingers running down your spine as your eyelids get heavier.

“okay” he giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before you whisper your good nights to each other.

And as promised, he doesn’t wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny.

It’s you who wakes him, because after 10 months of wasted time, you have a lot of catching up to do.

-

a/n: oml this is my first ever long fic so pls pls pls give me feedback, i had so much fun writing his even though it made me feel even more single but hey :))))

allsooo i waited til after work to publish this and i just saw i hit 500 followers?!?!?! thats crazy to me omg i started this like 2 months ago and so many ppl liked my stuff so much that they decided to follow me?? so i just wanna say thank u thank u thank u for hitting the follow button even though im very unorganized and everything i do is spontaneaous and not thought out well. but hey i guess there is a reason that u followed me so thank u!

(i’d love if u sent me an ask with the first one of my writings that u stumbled across, and how <3 ...only if u want tho no pressure) 

anyways thank u so much for reading if you’ve made it this far! i hope you have a great day/ night! much love

-aj

(this is a work of fiction and does not represent the real actions of stray kids or hwang hyunjin)

#omgaaaaa im finally done writing this oof it took forever but it was so much fun #thank u for reading my loves #and dont forget ur beautiful and loved and drink water #ily #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin oneshot #straykids smut #stray kids #stray kids hyunjin #hyunjin e2l #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin college!au #big dick hyunjin #skskksks im sorry #i guess this is my 500 followers special lol #idk ahh ill add more tags later my brain be empty its late okay hahajajss

[bex-la-get]

Hi! I'm new to tumblr and... can I request a fic where Ethan is the one who ask questions to Nat to test the new fMRI scan, but it is set on book 2 instead. Thank you and I admire your writings!

NONNY!!! I absolutely love this!!! I'm gonna say this takes place in mid-Book 2-ish.

K, before we start, I just wanna throw a disclaimer out there: my memory of Book 2 is fuzzy which means mistakes are likely. Sorry in advance if I get something wrong. Also, I'm not a medical professional, so any mistakes made are my own. Thank you.

Okay, let's go!!

Nat sat on the couch of the Diagnostics Office, absent-mindedly staring out the window and chewing on her lower lip. The last few weeks had been exhausting. Between the news that Edenbrook had lost its funding, Kyra's diagnosis, and the stress of being a Junior Fellow on the DT, it was all beginning to feel like it was too much. She wasn't sure how much more she could take at this point.

"Hey, you okay?" a voice asked.

She turned to the source and found Ethan looking at her, eyebrows furrowed in concern. She hadn't even heard him come in. She sat up straight. "Yeah, sorry; just needed to take a break."

"Nat," he said, coming to sit next to her. "It's okay if you're not. You don't have to be 'okay' all the time."

She sighed. "I know."

"What's going on?"

Nat shook her head. "Just... feeling a little overwhelmed is all. With everything going on as it is, it just kind of feels like a little too much."

Ethan nodded sympathetically. "I understand. The last few weeks have been... challenging, to say the least." Nat nodded in agreement and he gently ran his fingers along the back of her hand. "I wish I could offer you words of wisdom or at least better advice." He said, smiling sheepishly.

She gave him a small smile. "Just being here for me is enough. Thank you."

He returned her smile and linked his pinky with hers, giving it a tight squeeze. "I don't know if it will provide the distraction you need, but I could use your help with something if you have a few minutes?" Nat nodded. "The fMRI machine went on the fritz about a week ago and I was just told that it's back in working order. I'd like to test it out and make sure that it really is working normally. Care to help me out?"

"Sure," Nat said, "but only if you ask the questions this time. It's only fair since I did it last time."

Ethan chuckled and nodded. "Deal."

The two of them made their way to the imaging lab, set Nat up within the machine, then Ethan made his way into the control room. "Can you hear me?" he asked.

"Loud and clear, boss," Nat replied.

"Good. I presume you remember the drill from last year. I'll ask you some questions and see how your brain responds as you answer."

"Sounds good."

"All right. First question: What is your middle name?"

Nat scoffed over the speakers. "That's your first question?"

"What's wrong with the question?"

"It's boring. I distinctly remember asking you some scandalous questions."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Just answer the question, Rookie."

"Fine. Paige."

Ethan pursed his lips. Natalie Paige Cusack. Very pretty. Very her. Tucking this new knowledge into the back of his head he nodded as the scanner showing her brain lit up.

"All right. Next question: do you have any siblings?"

"Ethan, these are questions you can ask me in casual conversation," Nat protested. "Ask me something fun! I thought the point of this was to provide me a distraction, after all."

Ethan chuckled and shook his head. "Fine, answer this question while I think of something fun to ask you."

"Deal! In answer to your question, yes. I have an older brother named Victor but everyone calls him Vic. The only time I call him Victor is when he's in trouble."

"And just how often is he in trouble?" Ethan asked, amused. Nat's hippocampus lit up as she thought of her answer and he raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"When we were kids? All the time," she answered, giggling. "As an adult, less often. Though it still happens."

Ethan chuckled and nodded. "All right. Per your request, here's a fun question. What's an embarrassing story from your childhood?"

"Oooh, you went right for the jugular. Respect. I like it. Okay, um... have I ever told you the goblin story?"

"The goblin story?"

She laughed. "Oh, man! You're gonna love this. Okay, so when I was little, I had a pretty big nose. I grew into it as I got older, but when I was little, it wasn't proportional to my face at all." Ethan listened to the story with an amused smile on his face as the scan showed her pregenual anterior cingulate cortex light up during her story.

"One night," she continued, "I stupidly fell asleep with gum in my mouth and woke up with it all in my hair. It was a nightmare."

"Oh no," Ethan said.

"Yep," Nat confirmed. "It was so bad that the only thing we could do was cut as much out of it as possible, which left me with this terrible haircut that, low-key, had me looking like I had been electrified.

"Anyway, Vic's knee-jerk response at seeing me with my short hair and big nose was to promptly call me goblin. And the stupid nickname stuck! He still calls me it even though it was over twenty years ago!" She paused in her storytelling, expecting to hear a response but heard nothing instead. "Ethan? Are you there? You better not have left!"

The speakers turned on and all she heard was his laughter. "Are you laughing?! Ethan!"

Ethan tried to speak through his laughter. "I'm sorry, I sympathize, really." He laughed again and Nat rolled her eyes.

"You are the worst, you know that?" she told him.

"Sorry Nat," he said, finally getting his laughter under control. "I'm sure you made a very cute goblin."

Nat rolled her eyes. "Ugh, just ask your next question, Ramsey."

He chuckled again and thought for a moment when a question appeared in the back of his mind. Rationally, he knew he shouldn't ask it. It wasn't exactly professional and went against the reset rule he initiated.

But he had enjoyed getting to know more about Nat and he was curious. “Tell me about your first kiss.”

“Trying to figure out how I got such high standards?” she joked.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to trigger an emotional response in your brain. Go.”

She giggled. “Hmm.. first kiss. Um, it was my first boyfriend, Matt. I was a Freshman in high school and he kissed me during the slow dance at our Homecoming dance.”

Her limbic system lit up on the scanner. “Sounds romantic,” he mused, pushing down the surge of jealousy he felt at the thought Nat kissing another man, even if it had been when she was significantly younger.

“Mm, not really. He wasn’t really good at it. He was kind of slobbery, if I’m being honest.”

Ethan scrunched up his face. “Gross.”

“Very,” she confirmed.

“Last question,” he said. He knew this was approaching risky territory but damn it, if Nat didn’t make him want to throw every one of his morals and rules right out the window. And, if he were honest... he really wanted to hear the answer to this question. “What was the best kiss you’ve ever had?”

“Hmm...” she hummed in thought for a long moment, Ethan’s heart pounding as he waited for her reply. Finally, she spoke. “New Year’s Eve, 2017.”

Ethan’s heart sunk. “Oh? Why then?”

“My ex-boyfriend was moving. He had accepted a position at one of the National Labs in New Mexico and I knew I was staying on the East Coast so we split. When the Ball dropped at midnight, he gave me a goodbye kiss. Then he got in a moving van the next day and moved across the country.”

Her amygdala lit up like a Christmas Tree and Ethan frowned. Clearly that memory was still fresh for her. “That’s enough questions, Nat. I think we’ve done our job here.” 

Ethan stopped the machine and met Nat back in the lab as she stood up. Ethan had been prepared for Nat to be sad after that last story but instead, he found her smiling up at him. “That was fun. I needed that.”

“You needed to be put into a giant metal machine and have your brain looked at?” Ethan asked.

She lightly hit his shoulder. “You know that’s not what I mean.” Her smile grew, making Ethan’s heart skip a beat. “Thank you, Ethan. I appreciate the distraction.”

“I’m glad it helped,” he said, returning her smile.

“Well, I better go make my rounds,” she said as she began to make her way out of the lab. 

“Hey, Nat,” Ethan called. In a flash, he grabbed her hand, pulled her back to him, and cupped her face with his hands, giving her a searing kiss. Nat made a quiet noise of surprise at Ethan’s gesture but quickly melted into the kiss, her lips matching his fervor. His hands moved from her face to her waist as he pulled her impossibly closer, her arms circling around his neck as if to hold him in place. 

Neither knew how long they stood there. It could have been hours, days, even years. It didn’t matter; they didn’t care. In that moment, all they cared about was each other and they both hoped that the moment, however long it may have been, never ended.

But alas, eventually they broke apart at the sound of Nat’s pager beeping. Their lips separated, but neither moved very far apart, as they both fought to catch their breath. Ethan’s eyes were still closed, his forehead resting against hers as Nat opened her eyes. She nuzzled her nose against his and sucked in a breath when his blue eyes opened, locking with hers.

“What was all that for?” she asked in a whisper. 

He smiled sheepishly. “I may have taken slight offence as not being your best kiss ever.”

She pulled away slightly to look at him better, a giggle on her lips. “Did you get jealous after hearing about my ex?”

“No,” he retorted, defensively.

This time, she laughed. “You did! I can’t believe it, Ethan Ramsey got jealous. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” she confirmed. She leaned in close again and placed another chaste kiss on his lips. “But don’t worry, Ethan. You have nothing to worry about.” She pulled out of their embrace as her pager beeped again (thankfully it was just a notification that her latest lab test results were in and not an emergency). “I’ve had some much better kisses since then. One of them, in this very room.”

Ethan smirked. “Glad to hear I made the running.”

She returned his smirk. “You also might be interested to know, I was lying. That New Year’s kiss was best kiss I’ve ever had. But it was beat by a mysterious tall doctor on a balcony in Miami last year. You might remember him; he was a bit of a risk taker, that one.”

He chuckled. “He sounds familiar, I admit.”

“I hope he comes back,” she said as she made her way out of the room. “His kisses are mind-blowing.” She winked at him as she finished her statement then sauntered out of the room, leaving a smirking Ethan, shaking his head, behind.

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[justnerdthings]

New Beginnings Ch. 3

Female reader x Liu Kang/Kung Lao (Not sure which yet)

Wow, guys. Thanks so much for all your kind words, favorites, reblogs, and follows! I didn't think this fic would do well. But I'm glad I was wrong!

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Without further ado, here's the much requested chapter 3!

You didn't sleep worth a damn that night. Not only was your anxiety running wild, but it gave you nightmares of being killed in fights your subconscious conjured up by remembering what Raiden told you about Mortal Kombat.

That… And this wasn't your bed.

You managed to fall asleep early into the morning.

A harsh knock banged on your door. You nearly jumped out of your skin as it woke you. Wide-eyed, you sat straight up in your bed and watched the door as if it was about to attack you.

Another harsh knock startled you. Quickly you got to your feet and answered the door. Kung Lao stood in front of you, an impatient look on his face. A large black, brimmed hat was on his head… was it made of metal? "Put on a gi," he ordered.

Your brows bunched.

One of his brows rose quizzically.

"What?" You said. You could feel how dry your throat was. God, you needed a drink.

Lao inhaled sharply. With a nod he gestured vaguely for you to step back. You did, and he stepped past you to the wooden chest at the foot of your bed. With a swift kick the top swung open. You stepped over to look inside and saw a small selection of clothes, very plain, but similar to Lao's and Liu's that you remembered. There was also a long, simple gown that you guessed was for sleeping. That would have been nice to know about last night. Lao reached in and pulled out a gi. He tossed it on your bed. "That is a gi," he told you, turning his attention back to you. "Put this on, then step outside into the hall. I'm training you this morning."

You brushed a hand through your hair and realized it was a mess. Bed head. Your fingers tried combing out the knots as you looked at him. "When's breakfast?" You asked. Really. Food sounded good. You hardly ate last night.

"After your morning training," Lao said.

"Why after?"

"Because it is. Wake up. Train first. Then breakfast. Then train again. Lunch. Train. Dinner," he listed off. "After dinner you can do whatever you like, but you'd be wise to rest up. You're going to be sore."

Your jaw hurt as it clenched. "Everyday?"

"Everyday."

"Even weekends?"

"Everyday," he repeated sternly.

You almost groaned.

"Unless you'd rather give up and go home?" He mocked.

God, would you. Home sounded great.

But you were needed here. Raiden needed your help to fight Shang Tsung. Sure, you were useless right now. And sure, he gave you a choice to not be involved, but Raiden had been able to paint a very real picture of what Earth would be like if Shang won Mortal Kombat just one more time… Earth would be destroyed. Everything gone. You. Your home. Everyone.

"No," you said. "No, Raiden wants my help… Can't exactly tell a god ‘no.’" Was that defeat in your tone?

"Good. Now change," Lao said as he turned and stepped out of your room, closing the door behind him.

It only took you a minute to get changed. The gi felt strange. You weren’t used to such loose clothing, but you did like that it let your body breathe. Stepping out into the hall, you saw Lao leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked you up and down, then nodded in approval before turning and walking down the hall. You followed, but kept your distance.

“Can I get something to drink?” You decided to ask after a moment of silence.

“We’ll have water there,” He said, glancing back at you.

“Is Liu going to be there?” You asked.

“Already don’t like me?” Lao asked.

“He’s just not an asshole to me,” you quipped, and immediately regretted it as Lao stopped in his tracks. Goosebumps covered your arms and neck.

“I’ve been called worse,” He simply said and continued walking.

A relieved breath escaped you. You saw that going differently in your head. You expected some shouting. But he just… accepted it.

The rest of the walk was in silence as he led you to an open area, sand covering the ground, pillars to the left and right. An array of training dummies and tools were placed around the sand. This was a fighting arena, you realized. And it had a view...

You slowed your pace. Oh no. Not a view. And this one didn’t have any sort of railing. It just dropped off! Oooh fuck this, you thought and stepped back even though the ledge was about a hundred feet away.

“Come here!” Lao called over as he stood in the center of the arena.

You didn’t move. Moving to him would put you closer to the ledge. No way.

But he grew impatient again. His voice raised and it echoed through the ravine. "COME. HERE!"

Those goosebumps came back. Hesitating, you slowly made your way over to him.

"Good. Sit."

You did. Right in the sand. Lao took his hat off and swung it down. You jumped as he made a deep line in the sand not even an inch from you. The sound of metal grating the sand sent a shiver through you.

"This is Lord Raiden’s arena. Each day you will step closer to that ledge," he said, not having to point to it. "You will learn to meditate and control your fear until you can sit on that edge comfortably."

Oh no.

"Are you ready?” He asked.

“No…”

“Good.” It was like he heard you say ‘yes’ instead. You groaned and he slipped his hat back on his head and secured the strap under his chin. “Sit with your legs crossed. Like Buddah.”

You moved your legs, sitting as you knew ‘criss-cross applesauce,’ but Buddah style did sound more mature.

“Close your eyes, straighten your back, and rest your hands on your knees.”

You did, but felt him close in on you, then his hand on your shoulder. Goosebumps again. A knot in your stomach. Grip firm, he pulled you back slightly, straightening you out more. You opened one eye to glance up at him, seeing a focused look to his eyes as he critiqued your posture silently. His eyes then shifted to your open one.

“Close your eyes,” he repeated. That impatient tone returned.

You did. You felt him step away.

“What do you see?”

“What?” Your eyes were closed. You saw nothing! What kind of question was—

“What do you see?”

“Nothing,” You said in annoyance.

“Do you see the ledge?”

You hesitated. “No.”

“It’s about seventy feet away from you.”

Your jaw stiffened.

“The drop is miles deep.”

Your fingers curled into your knees.

“If you'd fall off, you’d die.”

You took a shaky breath as panic began building in the pit of your stomach. That’s when you remembered you didn’t have your anxiety medication here… wherever here was.

“These are facts. There is nothing you can do about them.”

Now came that helpless feeling.

“Relax.”

You couldn’t. The images of the ravine, the ledge, and you falling to your death were flashing in your mind.

“Relax,” Lao repeated and you could feel him come closer again.

“I can’t,” You admitted.

“You can.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Stop thinking about it.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

“I can’t.” Your tone became defiant. You could feel a presence circle you slowly.

“Focus on the sand under you. The wind as it blows around you. My voice. You are not falling. You are sitting on the ground. Safe.”

You tried. You really did. But the ledge had its grip on your attention.

“What are you doing?”

“Freaking out…”

“What are you doing?”

You hesitated. “Sitting in the sand.”

“Are you falling?”

“No.”

“Are you going to fall?”

“No.”

“Breathe.”

You took a hard, deep breath.

“Feel the air fill your lungs then leave as you slowly exhale. Feel your chest expand and contract. Focus on what’s real.”

You took another breath, and did your best to breathe out slowly. It still shook.

“Keep going until I tell you to stop.”

You took another breath. You kept taking breaths. You kept trying to focus on the air and your chest, and not the death trap this arena was with an open ledge into the ravine. Would you even feel it when you hit the bottom? Or would you die in mid-fall?

Lao tapped your shoulder. “Focus.” He must have noticed. You weren’t sure how long it’d been. You’d gotten tapped, reminded, and straightened several times. But by now, your breath wasn’t shaking anymore. You could swear your lungs had grown. Your breaths were deeper as you fought to focus. You could even feel the heat of the rising sun kiss your face and arms. Eventually, the ledge faded away from your mind and Kung Lao told you to stop.

“Open your eyes.”

You did. A blue-ish hue tinted the world as your eyes adjusted to the light.

“Relax.”

You let your back slouch again and stretched your fingers out.

“How do you feel?”

“Stiff.” You cracked your knuckles and rolled your shoulders and neck.

“Get up. Stretch.”

You rose to your feet and rubbed your face. Turning around to face him, you stretched your arms behind your head. He was sitting on the steps leading to the sand pit, leaning back against a pillar, very much relaxed as he watched you. You had been out here in the middle of the arena all by yourself. For how long, you weren’t sure. Turning back around, you looked out at the ravine.

“Scared?” Lao asked, not moving from the steps.

Weirdly, not so much. “Not as much…”

“Good. Tomorrow morning you will be a step closer. We’ll do this again.”

“Until I’m out there…” You looked at the very edge and imagined sitting there, knees almost hanging off the ledge, alone… What if a strong wind blew you over? What if he tried to straighten you up but accidentally pushed you? Oh, there was that panic again. You turned away, breath starting to shake again as you hurried towards the safety of the steps.

Lao had watched you. He noticed your breath shake again even from several feet away. You’d almost thrown yourself into another panic. “Breathe,” he coached. “You got a while before you’re there.”

You nodded. He was right. He’d said you were about seventy feet from the edge. If you only took a step closer each day, that meant it was about sixty days away. Give or take. Okay. Two months. Two months sounded do-able. You pulled your shoulders back tight. Your upper spine cracked and popped with tension. You’d feel better once you got away from here.

“Thirsty?”

You looked over to him and he pointed up the stairs. Following his gesture, you found a clay pitcher and cups on a table. You’d forgotten just how thirsty you were, and now your throat felt sore.

After climbing the steps, you poured yourself some water and felt it rush all the way down to your empty stomach.

“You’re horrible at meditation,” Lao said, breaking the silence.

You looked back at him.

He just grinned at you.

You rolled your eyes and turned away. Of course you were horrible at it. It was your first time and you were in the middle of a panic attack. Breakfast. Finally. Lao sat in his usual spot at the table. You sat across from him and looked at the array of food already set out. It was mostly vegetables and proteins… though no actual meat. Right, you thought. Monks. Monks were vegetarians weren’t they? Well… At least there were some eggs. You reached for the simple white rice to start off your plate.

“Take it easy on the rice,” Lao ordered, which made you look up to him with confusion. “Focus on vegetables and protein. You need to get into shape.”

Did he just call you fat? You glared at him, but it did nothing to move the critical look from his face. With an annoyed sigh, you slid some of the rice off your plate and back into the bowl. You looked back to him, as if to ask for some much unwanted approval. He nodded. You then filled your plate with vegetables and poached eggs. You didn’t care much for tofu or beans, so you ignored them.

“I’d kill for some pancakes,” you unknowingly whispered under your breath.

“If you kill Shang Tsung, I’ll get you all the pancakes you want,” Lao said, jarring you.

“Oh... Didn’t mean to say that out loud,” You admitted sheepishly.

“Offer still stands.”

You glanced to him and couldn’t help the grin that pulled your lips. Hearing the door open, your smile faded and you turned to look behind you. Liu Kang had walked in, flushed, face and arms glistening with sweat. He offered you a smile before sitting next to you.

“Good morning,” He said, not wasting time in filling his plate.

“‘Morning,” You greeted and watched him fill his plate with rice and beans. A bit of vegetables.

You looked back to Lao with furrowed brows. How come Liu could eat all the carbs?

Lao noticed your fuss. He pointed his chopsticks at Liu, but looked at you. “He needs the energy.”

Liu, lost, looked up, then to you, then back to Lao.

“I told her to take it easy on the rice,” Lao explained.

“Ah,” Liu nodded. The gentleman that he was, he didn’t comment on your weight, but you felt it. Okay, you weren’t in the best shape. You didn’t have the six or eight packs you figured they had. But you weren’t fat… Right?

You looked down at your stomach, hidden under the baggy gi, and folded an arm over it tightly in a futile effort to hide it.

“Being a nurse, I’d think you’d know about nutrition,” Lao judged, mouth full.

You huffed. You got it. You were fat. Okay. Shut up, Lao. “Being a nurse, I hardly have the time to cook for myself,” You defended.

“Lucky for you, you don’t have to cook here. The monks will. Shouldn’t be an issue anymore. No excuses,” Lao said.

“Yeah… Lucky me,” You said, still annoyed. You began to eat, starting with the vegetables.

Liu, again being the saint he was, had decided to change the subject. “How was morning meditation?”

When you didn’t say anything, Lao answered for you. “Fine.”

That caught you off guard. Fine? He told you you were horrible!

“Really?” Liu’s interest was piqued.

“Her posture needs work, and her mind isn’t yet disciplined enough. But she did fine.”

“That’s great.” Liu looked to you.

You bit your tongue, but couldn’t hold it. “You said I was horrible,” you said to Lao.

Lao grinned and filled his mouth with food.

What was this? A give and take? Or take and give? Tell you you’re horrible, then say you were fine?

“I’m sure he was only kidding,” Liu suggested.

“Was I?” Lao questioned with an inflection, which earned him a stern look from Liu. Lao’s grin only grew.

Liu sighed in accepted defeat. “How did you sleep, Y/N?”

“Awful,” you answered quickly.

“Oh?” Liu frowned.

“Yeah.”

“Anxiety?” Liu asked.

You nodded. “And nightmares. And it wasn’t my bed. Always takes me a while to get used to a new bed.”

“Well, yesterday must have been stressful enough,” Liu reasoned.

“Bit of an understatement,” You mumbled before filling your mouth.

“Did you decide if you were going to stay?”

Lao answered before you could swallow. “She’s staying.”

Liu looked so relieved to hear that, but looked back to you for confirmation. “Is that true?”

You nodded.

A smile came to his face, the smile you liked. So sincere. So real. “Thank you.”

You looked to your food. You didn't feel much like talking anymore as thoughts raced through your mind. Now it was concrete. You were staying. You were crazy, but you were staying. Liu was training you now. This was a different arena. It had a view, but the walls were high enough that you didn’t mind. Still sand on the ground, it looked like a smaller version of the colosseum… but without the thousands of seats surrounding you, and more oblong. A huge statue of Raiden sat off to the side, just outside the arena, in a fighting stance seeming to watch your every move. On the other side, some other statue, ready to fight Raiden. You quickly realised they were two parts of a monument. Some fight that had happened. Who won, you wondered.

“Time to test your might,” Liu said.

“What?” you turned away from the statues to look at him.

“Have you ever had lessons in self defense?”

“Uh. No. Not really. Remember? No experience.”

He nodded and walked over to you. So you were starting at square one. He could handle that. “Try and hit me,” He told you.

“What? No.” You stared at him as if he was crazy.

“The best way to learn is to practice. And the best way for me to gauge just what you can do is for you to try and hit me.”

“I’m not going to hit you, Liu.”

“And what do you intend to do when Mortal Kombat begins?”

Okay. You had to admit. He had you there. You wouldn’t be much use if you couldn’t fight. You sighed in your defeat and looked him over. He took no particular stance. He just stood there, eyes locked on you.

Okay. You could do this. Not like you could hurt him. You doubted you could hit that hard anyway. Without much warning, you swung a fist. Unsurprising, he dodged it easily. You swung again. He dodged. You tried a kick. He blocked. You still weren’t surprised, but after a few more attempts, you were getting annoyed.

“I can’t hit you if you keep moving,” You hissed.

“Do you expect Shang Tsung’s fighters to just stand still and let you hit them?”

Again, he had a point. You kept trying. You kept failing.

“Keep going,” Liu coached gently as he gracefully dodged your futile attacks.

You took turns pushing each other across the sand pit. You would push him to one end, then he would take the offensive, and you would dodge, backing you up to the other end. You knew he wasn’t really trying, he hadn’t even broken a sweat while you were sure you dripping. Eventually you stopped. You walked away and gave him a ‘time-out’ sign as you leaned back against a wall. Heavy breath after heavy breath came out of you. You really were out of shape. Fuck it. You gestured your forfeit vaguely as Liu walked towards you.

“Not bad,” He offered.

A single, exhausted, “Ha!” escaped you. Yeah right. You were awful.

“You’ll get better.”

“Maybe in a hundred years,” you only half joked.

“If you stay determined,” He joked back. It earned him another laugh from you and he smiled in that small victory. “Between myself and Lao, you’ll be in shape within a few months.”

“If you two don’t kill me in the process.” Again, only a half joke.

“I assure you, we will not kill you,” He said, that sincerity in his voice. “However, you may feel as though we have.” That wasn’t a joke.

You groaned. You already felt that. “Can I just go back to meditating? I can handle that.”

“I think you deserve a small rest. We can meditate until your breathing comes down,” He’d accepted and gracefully fell to the sand. His legs went into the Buddah-like position, but instead of his hands on his knees, he held one up as if to pray and the other gripped the prayer beads that hung from his wrist.

You slid down the wall and positioned your legs. Your hands went to your knees, and you leaned on them. Liu didn’t seem to mind that your posture wasn’t correct, and you were thankful for it. You just allowed yourself to relax and closed your eyes.

Alright, you thought. You remembered what Lao had told you only a few hours earlier. Focus on what’s real. The sand. The wind. The air in your lungs. Breathe. And you did. You focused on all of it… Which quickly backfired.

Okay. Focus on one thing. You focused on the air. It was so dry. It was dry earlier too, but you’d forgotten during breakfast. Were you in a desert? The Sahara? Would explain the quietness of the place. And come to think of it, you hadn’t even seen a plane in the sky since you got here. Where did the water you’d been drinking come from? It had to come from somewhere. The ground? Maybe there was a well here. Where? But wait, you had a bathroom in your room. It didn’t have a tub or shower, but the toilet and sink did work. Was there plumbing? There had to be if the sink and toilet worked.

“Your mind is wandering,” Liu said softly, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah,” You answered, keeping your eyes closed. You straightened up. “Sorry.”

“What were you thinking about?” He asked curiously.

“Nothing. It’s fine. Sorry.”

“Tell me,” he pushed gently.

You breathed a laugh nervously. Well, if he insisted... “Just wondering if there was plumbing in this place.”

Liu didn’t say anything for a good minute, which prompted a knot to build in your stomach. God, you were stupid.

Then you heard a soft laugh. You opened your eyes to see Liu chuckling to himself. That knot melted away along with some tension in your shoulders. You smiled, then shared in the laugh. @miss-nori85

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[cobywritesfics]

The Best Medicine

*PUTTING OTHERS FIRST SPOILERS*

This is the hurt/comfort idea I got whilst in the middle of my retail shift today. I’m very glad I didn’t forget it lmao

Characters: Roman, Remus, Patton, Janus (is mentioned)

Sympathetic-ish everyone. Angst. Remus is gross but he’s Remus and I love him. Just let me have the angsty creativitwins bonding okay I need this right now.

Roman was, to put it lightly, a mess. He collapsed onto his bed and sobbed. That kind of sobbing where your entire body is burning hot out of anger and shame and sadness. That kind of sobbing where your throat hurts and there aren’t really a lot of tears until there’s way too many and your pillow is soaking wet.

The kind of sobbing that’s really hard to ignore from the other side of the room.

“Hey uh… Broski?”

Ugh, great. Of course Remus was here instead of wherever he was most other times. Sure. Why not? Just what Roman needed right now.

“Hey!” A pillow smacked onto Roman’s back and he gasped, sitting up furiously to glare at Remus, who froze uncertainly. “Uh… okay, sorry. Um. What’s going on?”

“Wh- did you just throw a pillow at me?” Roman asked in disbelief, staring at the stained green pillowcase that definitely wasn’t his. “What the fuck, Remus?”

“You weren’t responding! And it's not like throwing knives ended well last time.” Remus pouted, skipping over and plopping onto Roman’s bed. “What is going on with you? You aren’t even pretty-crying?”

“Ugh, go away.” Roman curled up on the bed again, too tired to resume crying. 

“Not happening.” Remus jabbed his fingers into Roman’s side and Roman yelped, wiggling away and glaring. “C’mon, Ro. I wanna see you smile!”

“No.” Roman threw the pillow at Remus’s face and Remus cackled lightly.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t deserve it, that’s why!” Roman snapped, kicking Remus in the back and sending him off the edge of the bed.

 Remus grunted as he hit the floor, but sat up again and looked at Roman with a quizzical expression on his face.

“You don’t deserve to smile?” he scoffed. “Why not?”

“Because I…” Roman grabbed one of his own pillows and hugged it to his chest, heart sinking even further than before. “I’m… evil.”

Now, Roman was used to not being taken seriously. Especially by Remus, who found him immature and childish. But he didn’t expect Remus to throw his head back and laugh hysterically for two whole minutes.

“Wh- shut up you jerk!” Roman yelled at last, feeling close to tears once more. “Shut up and go away!”

“Who said you were evil?” Remus giggled, lounging on Roman’s bed again. “Vee? Patton? Oooh, was it Thomas?”

“It was De- Janus.” Roman made a face at the name and Remus let out a shriek of laughter again.

“Oh, he told you his name! Isn’t that something? Janus? What a dork! Not to mention he sounds like he wants to talk to a manager, amiright?”

“Ugh.” Roman held back a snicker at the comparison, feeling worse than ever.

“And he really said you were evil?” Remus asked with a grin. Roman glared at him.

“I don’t think it’s very funny.”

“Why not?” Remus chuckled. “It’s completely ridiculous. You aren’t evil, RoRo. How the fuck would you be evil? All you ever want to do is make people happy.”

“I…” Roman frowned, eyes narrowed. “What?”

“You don’t even try to be evil!” Remus continued, still holding back laughs. “As if you could ever be evil without even trying! Heck, you actively try not to be evil! What the hell? J.D. gone crazy!”

“Wh- wait, what are you-”

“Oh no, Roman accidentally made someone feel bad!” Remus mimed a crying clown. “Guess that means he’s as awful as the guy who shoved teeth up Logan’s nose!”

“Pff-” Roman stifled the chuckle and shoved Remus away from him again. “You’re insane.”

“Of course I am! But so’s Janus, if he thinks you could ever be as bad as me!” Remus laughed again, falling off the bed on his own this time. Roman rolled over, peering over the edge at his brother.

“I made fun of his name, Ree.”

“So? You made fun of Virgil's name too, y’know. And he didn’t even string you up like a puppet and dance you around on a stage!” Remus shrugged. “I make fun of people all the time, and it’s not like no-one made fun of you before.”

“That’s true.” Roman sighed. “I just… I know he wants to help. But he… he used me - not that way, you sicko. He made me hate myself, and as soon as I thought I knew how to like myself again… everything’s falling apart.”

“Whoa now!” Remus sat up, grabbing Roman’s face with both hands. Roman frowned, but Remus just smushed his cheeks together a few times before Roman snorted. “Hating yourself isn’t very fun, Bro!”

“No, really?” Roman grabbed Remus’s face and shoved him away. Remus laughed loudly again. “I had no fucking idea, Remus.”

“Well, you learn something new every day.” Remus smiled lazily up from the floor and Roman managed one in return. “Hey, there it is! Y’know the best cure for an identity crisis?”

“Pretend this never happened?” Roman suggested hopefully.

“Nope!” Remus jumped up, pulling the blankets - and Roman - off the bed. “Building a giant pillow fort! Get on your feet, lazybones! We’ve got stuff to do!”

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Patton hesitated outside Roman’s room, listening to try and gauge the situation. He expected… well, something else. Maybe silence, or crying, or Roman talking to himself.

He didn’t expect laughter.

He didn’t expect to hear Remus making weird jokes and he didn’t expect Roman to be laughing at them. But, he’d said he was going to check on Roman. So that’s what he was going to do.

“Roman? Kiddo?” He knocked lightly. “You okay buddy?”

The laughter fell silent, and he heard muffled whispers from within. Then a few stifled giggles, before the door opened and Remus poked his head out.

“Uh, yeah, Roman’s dead. I killed him. Come back tomorrow.”

“Wh-” the door was closed before Patton could get a word out. A burst of laughter - Roman’s laughter - echoed from inside.

“You fucker! That’s not what you said you were gonna-”

“Shh, Roman, dead bodies don’t talk!” 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Patton frowned worriedly at the door.

“He’s dead, and you’re next if you don’t bugger off!” Remus yelled. A soft thump hit the door and Patton sighed, turning away. It seemed that Roman didn’t need him after all.

He was… with Remus. Odd. Especially considering what Janus had snapped at him earlier. But he sounded… happy. And he hadn’t gotten along that well with Remus for awhile. Patton felt bad enough about today as it was… and he didn’t trust Remus to not follow through with that death threat. So he made his way toward Logan’s room, intending to check in on him.

He still couldn't shake the strange feeling he had when he heard the twins laughter from behind that door.

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“D’you ever think about what would’ve happened if Thomas only had one?” Roman asked, staring up at the ceiling from the floor - where he and Remus were lying in the midst of every pillow and blanket they could get their hands on.

“He’d probably explode.” Remus reasoned. “Or die. Or-”

“Dude, that’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Not as stupid as you.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“Shut up.” Roman slammed a pillow down at his brother and Remus laughed, elbowing him in the side. “I mean it, though. What if there wasn’t two of us?”

“Uh, that’d be boring.” Remus made a face. “Let’s think of hypothetical situations that are more fun, yeah? Like what if we could crawl out of Thomas’s ears and hang out in the real world?”

“Wh- that doesn’t make any sense!”

“So? It’s not my job to make sense! Do I look like Logan to you?”

“Now that you mention it…”

“Fuck you.”

“Ew, gross. No thanks.”

“See? You could never be as gross as me.” Remus grinned over at him and Roman sighed.

“I guess. But I’m still not…. Good.”

“So? You try your best, that’s more than I’ve ever done!”

“You do try your best.” Roman protested. “You try your best to be gross.”

“Ya got me there.”

“D’you think he’ll ever forgive me?”

“Who, Janus?” Remus hummed, kicking his feet up in the air a few times. “I feel like the most important question is if he’s apologized to you.”

“Wh-”

“Like I said earlier, he made a puppet outta you and it got your strings all tangled.” Remus rolled over, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at his brother. “Then when him and Patton tried to untangle them, they just ended up cutting them instead. Now you’re falling through the void forever screaming and-”

“Okay, stop.” Roman covered his brothers mouth only to shriek in disbelief when Remus licked him. “GROSS!”

“Told ya.”

“Well believe it or not, I don’t wanna be gross.” Roman wiped his hand off with a grimace.

“I know, dumb dumb.” Remus sighed. “But he’s not allowed to forgive you until he gets it through his head that he has some stuff to apologize for before he earned your trust. Heck, the only reason Patton trusts him is because he’s done some free-falling of his own.”

“This conversation is getting way too serious.” Roman smacked Remus in the face with a pillow. “I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

“Then why don’t we talk about an idea I had for a new prank to pull on Virgil…” Remus said with a grin, summoning a stained and crumbled notebook. Roman sighed, sitting up and brushing hair from his face.

“I don’t see why not.”

#ts spoilers #sanders sides #Roman #Remus #Creativitwins #Patton #Janus #angst #spoilers #Yee #just let me have this okay #My writing #here ya go fuckers #enjoy it while you can #Love ya #stay safe #<3

[greyias]

Oooh can we get the backstory to the dualsaber thing? Sorry if I've just missed the story before </3

Certainly! If you prefer backstory in fic form, it's delved into a little bit here and here, buuuut the simpler version is:

The out-of-game explanation is I'd had these items equipped for a while when I started seeing connections between them and the story, especially as I was going through Shadow of Revan and the first half of KotFE.

Items in question: Twin Satel Shan dualing sabers paired with purple-black striated crystals

In-universe expalnation, I kind of have a thing for weird connections in the Force and them weaving their way into characters' lives in subtle ways. And there's two explanations that sort of go together.

First off, the hilts (which is why I have such a mighty need for the dualsaber version)!

We see Satele's original dualsaber broken in the "Hope" trailer when she and Jace face off with Malgus during the Battle of Alderaan. This battle is what leads Satele and Jace to having the affair that produces Theron. In my headcanon, she keeps the ruins of the hilt*. Vague handwavey “the Force said so” (or the fact that she does seem to be a bit of a packrat when you poke around her camp on Odessen. Her mother’s journals, mementos of Ngani Zho, mysterious childrens’ toys, pictures of beautiful mountains, a locket with a picture of teenage Theron she in theory shouldn’t have, etc)

* -- this may actually be quasi-canon(ish)? If you're a Force Sensitive character and run through Chapter 12 of KotFE, look very closely at the hilt that Satele gives you in the cutscene. While there's a bit of a gilded color to part of the hilt, the swirls are the exact same on the above. Ergo, Satele does give you her hilts at some point... (at least as force sensitive baby, I'm sure the gun/cannon/etc you get are equally pretty. But obviously that kind of throws the "gives you her old lightsaber" bit out of the water if you're not actually building a lightsaber)

When Grey is forced into being a thrall for Vitiate at the end of Chapter 2, it’s implied by the game that the Knight, or rather, the Knight’s body was forced to do something very bad, as indicated by Orgus’s dialogue when he helps breaks Vitiate’s hold over them. (Not to mention the whole Orgus sidequest on Rishi). After escaping the fortress, Grey keeps trying to clean her original lightsabers, but she can never seem to get the bloodstains out (even though they’ve been scrubbed clean).

She can’t even wear them or look at them anymore, something that Satele picks up on during the debriefing with Scourge and the Council regarding Vitaite’s “NomNom the Galaxy” Plan**.  Before Grey and company depart for Belsavis, Voss, and beyond, Satele takes her aside and helps her craft new blades, helping providing the hilts as well as offering some calm/meditation help. The idea being that what was once broken can still be mended into something new, something stronger.

(** - That’s the canon name for it, I’m sure. No need to look it up on Wookieepedia).

And because I’m a bit of a sap, it has this roundabout way of connecting her to Theron, as the action of the blade being broken led Jace to make his mad dash, suicidal charge with a grenade to save the woman he loved, and ultimately led to Theron being born. And Grey’s love for Theron is part of what leads her into darkness, but also what pulls her out of it again and again.

SO.

If Grey is to have a dualsaber when the game lets me add a secondary combat style (which is definitely going to be Shadow, because I need stealth like burning on her when running dailies. Seriously it would make my life so much easier) -- then she needs to be able to attach her current two lightsabers back into the original dualsaber form. It just makes sense, yannow?

Now the crystals... that’s a bit more complicated and I haven’t quite explained it in full. But it’s a mix of a bunch of headcanon and lightsaber crystal lore from old and new canon. 300 years prior, perhaps riiiight about the time a certain Pureblood Sith literally stabs Meetra Surik in the back and turns on Revan, a twin pair of lightsaber crystals begin to grow on Ilum, facet by facet. Huh. Weird.

A few years prior to the Treaty of Coruscant, a little baby, pre-Padawan Grey starts having nightmares and visions of something calling to her in the dark. The Force being, well, the Force, is murky and not super clear in all of this, and eventually her guardian figures out that the Force is calling her to Ilum to claim her lightsaber crystals. This opens up a can of worms for him unrelated to this story, but she enters the crystal caves and follows the crystal’s songs to what look like ordinary, clear crystals.

The moment she touches them and pulls them from their resting place, they turn a deep, dark purple hue with black streaks running through it. Naturally, as a child that’s already been a bit traumatized by an encounter with the Sith, she freaks out and begs her guardian to hide them away, as she thinks it means she’s somehow tainted and dark. She puts them to the back of her mind, and almost forgets about them. And I mean, Orgus Din gifts her all of the components she needs to make the pair of sabers on Tython, so no one has to know about those dark crystals she’s got hidden away.

Until years later, she’s put under the thrall of the SIth Emperor. And those colors the crystals took on seem almost familiar:

Almost fated to be. Don’t they?

But yeah, not sure if the devs meant for the purple-striated crystals to resemble ValkyVitiateTenepants creepy dark-side power so much, but since they do (especially if you use his teleport ability in Chapter 9 of KOTET, the smoke is almost the exact same color), but since it does? In a way, for my little headcanon verse anyway, the crystals sort of represent that connection between Grey and Vitiate in the Force. That future that Scourge forced by grabbing onto one vision in a thousand and deciding to make it happen.

It’s not all him of course, she has her own issues, beyond him and even Theron, the color is also a reflection of her own inner demons. She still has lingering issues from losing her parents and with her family. At some point, I’m thinking possibly after whatever Legacy of the Sith throws at her (I haz fears after that Dantooine Flashpoint), she is reunited with both of her brothers, and all three of them eventually wind up confronting the man that murdered their parents. It’s all very dramatic, in typical Highwind fashion.

When Grey killed Vinn Atrius after he stabs Theron, the guilt almost drove her to the breaking point, and it took her a very long time to work her way through it. When the confrontation with their parents’ murderer happens, the man is unarmed, and she sees that Draike is about to drive himself off that same edge, she basically steps in to deliver the killing blow on Draike’s behalf, intending to spare him from that. It’s what finally breaks through her brother’s bloodlust, and other than Draike maybe, er, kneecapping the guy, he decides that his love for his estranged sister is stronger than his need for revenge.

(Meanwhile, this is like the second or third time their poor baby brother Ben has met his older siblings and he’s just all “?????” over the whole ordeal. )

TL;DR -- this incident is what finally mends the fence between Grey and Draike, and they develop a much healthier sibling relationship after it. It also allows them both to close the door on what happened to their parents and move on. The next time Grey is taking apart/maintaining her sabers, she meditates on the crystals, and the change from the deep, dark purple hue to a soft, purpleish gray that is almost white***.

*** - This is similar to what happens to the crystals that Ahsoka obtains from the Inquisitors hunting her. Meditating and healing the crystals that had reflected the darkness of their owner.

So uh... that might have been a more in-depth explanation than you were hoping for? 😅 Apparently even when I’m trying to write short, I can’t help but create super lengthy explanations.

#lmao sorry this is somehow longer than the linked fics #my bad #i apparently can talk forever about my headcanons #grey's stupid angsty backstory on everything #not because i love angst #but apparently i do love overly complicated backstories #...on everything #including crystals and lightsabers #thank you for the ask! #(probably more than you ever wanted to know about lightsabers and crystals) #i swear my headcanons are like time travel in doctor who #wibbly wobbly timey wimey #also fwiw in my head kira is absolutely the one who teaches grey how properly wield the dualsaber version #which kira gets no small kick out of getting to play the role of teacher