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yamujiburo · 2 years ago

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✨YAMUJIBURO F.A.Q.✨

Should've made this a while ago! I'm starting to get a lot of the same questions in my inbox nowadays tho and I feel bad for clogging up y'all's timelines with the same questions haha

GENERAL QUESTIONS

Who are you?

I'm Kiana, I'm a queer, Japanese Jamaican woman, and a Director/Storyboard artist at Disney Television Animation.

What are your pronouns

I usually go by she/her but I don't really mind any pronouns~

Where did you go to school?

California College of the Arts (but I dropped out when I was hired at Disney)

How did you get hired at Disney?

My bosses found me on twitter through my Team Rocket fanart. They liked my drawing style and asked if I wanted to take a storyboard test. I did, I passed, I got interviewed and moved to LA two weeks later to start storyboarding.

Is this a repost blog??

No, you might know be better as @kianamaiart. This is just my Pokémon sideblog where I post exclusively (for the most part) Team Rocket and Pokémon art.

What does your username mean?

It's a combination of the main 4 Team Rocket members' Japanese names: Yamato (cassidy), Musashi (jessie), Kojiro (james), Kosaburo (butch)

What program and brush do you use to draw?

Default brush in Storyboard pro

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GENERAL POKEMON QUESTIONS

Who's your favorite Pokémon?

What are your favorite ships?

Any ship with Jessie. Yamushipping, Rocketshipping and Hanamusashipping are my top three!

Who do you ship Ash with?

I was a big Pokéshipper when I was younger but nowadays don't really feel strongly about any of the ships involving the kid characters. I'm also in the "Ash is aroace" camp.

Do you have any trans headcanons?

You can find em here along with other headcanons! It should be noted that I don't usually marry myself to one hc (unless it's for a specific AU I'm trying to build out) and love seeing various interpretations of a character! Trans woman Jessie, Trans woman James, Trans man James, Genderfluid Jessie, give em to me!

Do you play the games?

I've played all the mainline Pokémon games and very much enjoy them! But I am much more invested in the anime and the characters in the anime.

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HANAMUSA AU QUESTIONS

Where can I read all the comics in order?

Here! I update anytime I make a new comic and list them in chronological order (since I just draw comics at random points in the timeline as they interest me). This post also already answers some of the frequently asked questions about this AU like: How did Jessie and Delia meet? What are James and Meowth up to? How old are Jessie and Delia? etc.

What does "Hanamusa" mean?

Hanamusa is a combination of Delia and Jessie's Japanese names, Hanako and Musashi respectively.

When does this AU take place?

It takes place sometime after the Mezase Pokémon Master/To Be a Pokémon Master series. So all the events that happened in the series, unless retconned within the series, happened. Ash is 10 at the start of the comics.

What's the status between Jessie, James, Meowth and Giovanni/Team Rocket?

Not great terms since they were fired, but also not the worst terms. Giovanni just let the three of them go without any further issues. I will say that I've always loved the theory that Giovanni keeps Jessie specifically around because of her parentage and he as a soft spot for her that he keeps a secret. I feel like Matori was the one that got the three of them fired and Giovanni wasn't able to make an excuse for them this time (without showing nepotism/special treatment) so he was forced to let them go.

If you headcanon Delia as a lesbian, how did Ash come to be?

Delia was young when she had Ash and I hc that she just didn’t really explore her sexuality much! I myself didn’t realized I liked women until I was 18 and didn’t know I liked ONLY women until like 2 years ago. She got married, had a baby and realized after her husband left that she liked women (trans people exist obviously but I’m also interpreting Ash’s father as a cis man).

Who do you think Ash’s dad is?

I don’t know and I don’t really care to explore it. I’m going off of the novel interpretation that he’s just a deadbeat that left to be a trainer, failed and never came back because of the shame. He’s not important.

Isn’t Giovanni Ash’s dad?

That’s a common misconception that people remember wrong from the Pokémon Live show. Delia mentions she dated Giovanni but then left him and his gang after meeting Ash’s father. I also don’t consider the live show canon personally! I follow The Birth of Mewtwo timeline where Madame Boss founded Team Rocket.

Do you think Delia and Giovanni dated at least?

Nah, I think he’s too old for her? I always got the vibe from The Birth of Mewtwo that he was quite a bit older than Jessie and it’d be sus if he was dating Delia when she was married to, and had a child with her husband at 18/19. He’s a bad guy but not a BAD guy.

You mentioned you still ship Jessie and James. Why not make a Jessie, James, Delia polycule?

I have a few reasons I’ve mentioned before! 1. I’m in super deep with this AU already and I feel it’d be very confusing for casual viewers of my stuff if James was added into the relationship haha. 2. I’ve drawn Jessie and James together since 2011 and took this AU as an opportunity to try my hand at writing them as queer, platonic besties bc I love that interpretation of them a lot as well. 3. I’m not poly myself and the way I write this ship is largely based off of my experiences with my girlfriend. I just know I’d favor the Jessie/Delia of it all which isn’t fair and not a good interpretation of a poly relationship. All that said, I DO super enjoy seeing peoples’ poly headcanons and art!

Who does James end up with in this AU?

No one. He's aroace and is happy to be single

Do Jessie and James have all their Pokémon in this AU

I think they have all the Pokémon that they did by the end of Mezase Pokémon Master (all their Pokémon that were left at HQ). Most of their released Pokémon have stayed released and the Alola Pokémon are still in Alola. I bring back Arbok and Weezing post-Jessie and Delia getting married. I may bring back Chimecho, Growlie and Cacnea if I think of an idea I like!

What are Meowth and James up to in this AU?

Hop back to the top of this post under the "Where to Start" section. All your questions will be answered.

Does Ash travel with anyone at this point of his life?

I don't have anyone in particular in mind! I could see him making new friends (Nemona???) or traveling with different combinations of old friends. Like him, Misty and Goh, him, Dawn and Cilan, him, Serena and Lillie etc.

Will Delia ever get over her phobia of snake Pokémon

Not fully! I think overcoming fears is fine and good but I think real PHOBIAS are much harder to get past and I don't want to cheapen it. She slowly gets used to Jessie's Seviper specifically and gets to the point where she can pet it comfortably with Jessie in the room. But otherwise, still scared and would need that same amount of time per Pokémon

Is Jessie gaining weight or is it just me?

Not just you! Jessie puts on a bit of relationship weight overtime as you'll see in the later comics in the timeline. Jessie grew in poverty, never knowing when her next meal would be and that continued into her life as a Team Rocket member. Once she was able to settle down (with a woman who runs her own restaurant no less) she's able to live a healthier lifestyle with regular meals and puts on some weight because of that.

Does Jessie ever feel self conscious about gaining weight?

Nope! She feels happier and healthier and hotter. She's also unreasonably excited to clear out her old clothes and get a new wardrobe.

Would Jessie and Delia ever have kids together or adopt?

Nah, Ash is enough for them! I have come up with hypothetical kids for them but they're not canon to this AU. Just a fun little thing for me.

Will you ever put this on webtoon?

Nah. People mostly ask me this because they want to read everything in the order of the timeline but to my knowledge, you can’t reorder chapters or installments which would defeat the purpose. I also don’t think nintendo fan stuff would fly there. Also, also it’s just extra work and another place to upload and I want to keep this all fun for myself~

#frequently asked questions #faq

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stonedporcupine · 8 months ago

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Past Due

💚 First Lin Beifong x reader fic y'all !!! 🧡

Slow burn! ❤️‍🔥

All reviews and comments are appreciated;

Will eventually add on Ao3;

Warnings: Violence, little blood.

Chapter 1 Ch 2 - p.1 Ch 2 - p.2 Ch 2 - p. 3 Ch 2 - Part 4 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Y/N´s PoV

Ahhh, Republic City, first time I moved in here about 1 year ago I had a blast. I felt it was about time I got myself away from that hell hole I was supposed to call home…but we don’t talk about that. “Bills are catching up to me…and I´ve got nowhere to run.” I mumble beneath my breath, as I hold a bunch of letters on my hand. The large, thick, red letters with a prominent “Past Due” and “Final Demand” written on each one of them. I feel the unpleasant weight on the pit of my stomach and swallow dryly, shoving the letters aside with a loud exhale. Who knew it cost so much to make it to detective?! I mean, sure hands down it’s the fucking capital city of the United Republic Nations AND one of the largest and most modern cities in the world but Tui and La…ease on the prices!

I look up at the old clock, on the small entry hall of my apartment. “Fuck fuck, shit shit shit!!” I gasp, I am so going to be late to practice. I grab my black jacket, with the fire nation insignia on its back, and my dark matte helmet as I run out the door, down the old elevator, towards the garage. The loud and stressful squeaking of the elevator only heightens my already high cortisol levels. I swear to Raava, one day this shit is going to break down and take the building down with it! Once the old, loud, rusty metal doors of the elevator open I barge right out heading for my perfectly parked satocycle on its assigned place. A gift from Asami and Mr Sato for my hard work for the company. Shoving the helmet in my head, part of my dark messy curled hair hangs out on the bottom. I speed out of the garage, the bike taking off the ground slightly as I go over the bump on the entrance of the parking space, joining the satomobiles on the road with a loud squeak from the wheels of the bike, as I drift to the right.

I can´t be late again! Officer Wang will kill me and probably pull me out of the program, which is a big ass no no. I haven’t come this far just to fuck things up all over again.

Chief Beifong´s PoV

“Officer Song, didn´t I JUST tell you to take the route to Northern Avenue?!” I grumble between gritted teeth at the officer who´s driving. Guess I know who´s driving next time. I mean how much of an imbecile do you have to be to not follow simple orders?! Orders I JUST GAVE!!?? I look at the terrified officer, gripping the wheel of the satomobile as he mumbles and gags on his words. “I- uh- Ch-Chief I just I- I´m sorry I wasn´t paying attention.” He swallows. I remain unimpressed with the attempt of a shitty excuse that was made. “Well focus and listen. You´re not getting paid to sit around, mouth agape listening to the spirits.” I groan loudly at him.

Fear in his eyes officer Song nods his head up and down quickly and practically yells “Yes Chief!”. Just as I was about to tell him to tone it down the loud screech of wheels catches me off guard. Just as I look to my side, a black satocycle with a few red highlights speeds right past us. What the flame-o was that?! Swiftly making its way past traffic the motorcycle speeds away. “Officer Song, catch up to that satocycle, now!!” I practically scream at the officer as he presses the clutch, changes to 4th and speeds up.

Y/N´s PoV

Did I just fucking see what my eyes saw. Did I just speed through a police patrol satomobile?! The loud sirens catching up behind me answer my fears. Well, that´s it. I´m officially fucked. I´m done for life. I´m left with two choices, obey, pull over, pray it´s not the fucking Chief of Police, flirt my way out of this and definitely arrive late for class…or drop it, speed off like a demon, hopefully not get caught or die on the way and…still arrive a little late to class. I groan as my head drops in defeat.

I´m so done with my life.

I signal to the right as I slow down, pulling over. The blaring sirens emitting a last Woop before silencing, as the satomobile pulls right behind me. I turn the motor of the bike off, getting off and standing up, as I hear the doors of the car shutting behind me before a deep female voice sends a shiver down my spine. No, it can´t be. You can´t be serious right now. My eyes wide in fear as I slowly turn around to be met with the most beautiful yet lethal jade eyes I´d ever seen my entire life. Damn, hearing her voice back in headquarters from far away was already…something, but seeing her up close?! Not even The Avatar ,wherever they're at, can save me from this one. It´s the first time I get to see the Chief of Police personally. Sure I´m in the Detective´s Program but we rarely stay in the headquarters where she seemingly lives at. I am snapped back from my thoughts when her striking voice booms through my eardrums. Wait, was she talking? Shit I didn’t hear anything…

“I am talking to you. Take off your helmet, now! I asked you a question, better start speaking.” she says. I didn’t even realise my helmet was still on. I carefully take it off, still in shock at seeing THE Chief Lin Beifong in front of me. My messy, dark hair falls to my shoulders. The, once bright, blood red highlights shining on the sun. “I- uh” I try to speak but nothing comes out. My mouth feels dry, as I lick my lips. I look at the other officer behind her, he seems to be putting a strong façade, but I can see the nervousness behind his eyes. “Don’t stare at my officer! I asked you a question.”

Chief Beifong´s PoV

Oh for fuck sake, she´s slow…is she go- why is her hair painted? It´s not exactly unlikable. I think I´ve seen her, but I can´t recall where from. Why am I staring? WHY IS SHE STARING? “Don’t stare at my officer! I asked you a question.” Her mouth agape, my already visible frown deepens. She has three seconds to answer. 1…2..- “I- uh I´m sorry ma´am- uh Chief. Sorry, could you repeat the question? The uh…helmet was- I don’t think I heard.” I groan rather loudly as I exhale. I clench my jaw, as I breath in. “I asked. Do. You. Know how fast you were going?” I speak slowly and clearly as I cross my arms.

Y/N´s PoV

Spirits…and I thought I was stressed, this woman is going to explode! “I asked. Do. You. Know how fast you were going?” I hear her say loud and clear. So that´s the Beifong scowl people talk about. It´s cute. A little unnerving for those who can´t handle it. “Uh…not fast enough clearly!” I joke to get some tension off the air, but as I look at the Officer behind her, I only see his eyes widen beyond possible. I look back at the Chief and if looks could kill… “Is this a joke to you?! Is endangering other citizens lives a hobby for your entertainment? Clearly you seem to be asking for your license to be revoked.” Her stern voice makes straighten my back. It´s not that I´m afraid of her, but if I want my way out of this I might as well show some class. I clear my throat as I say “I apologize Chief, that was never my intention. I am pretty secure on my driving skills, and I am fully aware of the dangerous action I was doing. In my defence I am in a huge hurry. I´m in the Detective´s Program and I´m just trying to not get kicked out of there, this is my last chance…” I mumble that last part as I rub the back of my neck. Fuck it´s weird to be so verbally polite. I look back up at her to see what kind of reaction I got off of her only to be met with the exact same Beifong scowl as before. Well, that was worth shit. Her gaze is penetrating mine, almost as if she´s analysing me.

Chief Beifong´s PoV

That´s where I know her from. She´s in the Detective´s Program and sometimes wonders in the headquarters, she must be the firebender that Officer Wang told me. What was her name? Just as I am about to ask her, I am interrupted by the blaring sound coming off my radio. “Chief, come in. Over.” I groan in annoyance. Spirits, when do I ever catch a break? “I´m busy, what is it?” my stern and strong voice talks back to the radio. “Chief, we´ve got a Triple Threat Triad attack going on, over at the Eastern Market. We need your assistance. Over.” I look back at the young cadet with a scowl as she smiles back at me. Ugh, why is she smiling?

Y/N´s PoV

I just might make it out of here. I look at the Chief with a smile on my face as she stares back at me, the same Beifong scowl on her face but this time thicker, more prominent. I hear her exhale. “I catch you driving that thing over the speed one more time and I revoke your license and you better not drive it on my watch if you ever make it to detective, which hopefully, you won´t!” I hear her yell at me. Before I can even say anything back, she turns back around heading for the police satomobile. Well, isn´t she charming? Hot…and charming. “Song, move it! I drive.” I hear her yell at the officer. Poor guy, spirits. Though he is lucky he gets to be by her side. Hm, maybe I´ll be lucky enough for that once I´m a detective, which I want more than anything now that she seemed so annoyed by it. I smirk to myself as I think how it would be like to be next to this very angry yet stunning woman all day. Pushing her buttons does seem fun.

I put my helmet back on as I drive away towards the officers’ training site. I do my best to keep the speed on limit but as I look at the time on the satocycle I almost pass out. I am already 10 minutes late. FUCK. I groan loudly as I check my surroundings for any secret police satomobiles as I speed away. The faster I get there, the faster this is all over.

.- Later during practice -.

Y/N´s PoV

Fuck, I´m beat. Wang sure is getting his revenge for my late arrival. We are not many in the Detective´s Training Program and we´ll be even less given there are only two spots available. The majority of the class is all earthbenders, me being the only firebender. Which should make me feel perhaps uneasy or maybe a little scared, but honestly it just makes me feel like a total badass. I mean, hear me out, the only firebender in the troop and I get one of the Detective spots?! How crazy would that be? I´m quickly pulled from my thoughts when I hear that annoying voice once again. “So, Y/L/N, seems like you can give up already and give me my position as Detective.” The man says with a pleased smug on his face. “Why don’t you go bother someone else, Kang?” I groan annoyed as I take a sip from my water. “I´m just saying, as the only firebender you should at least make an effort to arrive in time don’t you think?” He scoffs loudly. I ignore his little stunts as I smirk to myself. “And you should make an effort on brushing your teeth. You got a little something there.” I scoff as I point to my own teeth with a disgusted face. I can visibly see him get red as a smirk makes its way on my lips.

“What´s going on over here? Y/L/N, Kang break is over. Get over here you two.” I hear Officer Wang´s voice yell from the other side of the field. Over? Spirits, I didn’t even have time to piss! I groan as I look at Kang´s smug little face. “Quit your whining and come prove your worth, princess.” I hear him chuckle. Did this cunt just call me, princess?! Now he better pray to Raava I won´t kill him. My blood boiling at the nickname I groan angrily. I have nothing to prove to you, cunt.

“Alright cadets, Y/L/N and Kang you two seemed to be having a nice chat back there. Get sparring, the others watch.” Wang´s voice echoes through the dusty field as I walk towards the centre, Kang right in front of me with that smug still plastered on his face. I scoff to myself.

I am going to wipe the fucking floor with you.

Once I see Officer Wang´s hand signal us to begin Kang wastes no time and throws a large piece of boulder at me, I swiftly avoid it, turning my body sideways and leaning slightly backwards. Just as quick as that boulder came at me I 360º my body, lowering myself to the dusty floor my right leg pushes forwards as a small wave of fire strikes all the dust away and forces Kang backwards. Before he can react, I get back up and briskly uppercut him in the jaw getting a loud grunt from him. How ´ s that for a princess? I don’t let my guard down knowing this isn´t over until Officer Wang decides. My arms close to my ribs and fists closed tightly near my face I watch Kang´s movements attentively, guessing his next move as he cracks his neck and smugly says “That all you got?” I roll my eyes as I stare at him through my eyebrows. Kang´s right leg rises and hits the ground, making it shake in an attempt to shake me off my feet. I use my fire propulsion to elevate myself from the ground slightly to lower the impact, flying over him and landing on the ground behind him. Before he has even time to acknowledge where I went, I lower kick his leg, spinning my body after the hit to gain power and land a higher kick to his arm which was protecting his ribs. I hear him grunt and groan in discomfort and anger as he throws a punch to my face. I quickly dodge downwards, pulling the same first move by pushing my leg outwards and kicking Kang´s body to the ground. He hits the ground with a loud thud, dust setting in the air around us, I look over at Office Wang to know if it was over yet, but Kang takes my short distraction as a chance. His body still on the floor, he raises his arm and the piece of boulder I was standing on goes flying with me in it. Throwing me through the air and across the field as I land on the ground, rolling over due to the speed I was thrown, getting a few scratches and dirt all over me. I breath loudly as the dust covers my sight, relying on my hearing I hear the rumbling sound of the earth beneath me as I look ahead and see a wave coming from the ground. I barely have time to react, my eyes widening, as I dodge to the right but not fast enough. My left shoulder caught on the edge of the rock-wave as I stumble backwards. I don’t fall, my feet sliding backwards with the dust as I grip my shoulder and wince in pain. Fuck! This bastard almost dislocated my shoulder. I sway my arms in the air and push them outwards as a thin wave of flames pushes the dust away, finally allowing me to see Kang. Does he ever stop smirking? I run towards him as he sends two fat boulders my way, I lower myself, dragging my body through the ground as I avoid the boulders. I get back up quickly and jump, using my fire propulsion to help me gain height. I see Kang´s eyes widen as I stretch my leg down, my foot coming at high speed in contact with his face. He barely has time to register what happened before his body jerks downwards with the force of the hit. Faceplanting on the floor with a loud thud and grunt he stays there, the dust on the ground escaping sideways from us. “Who´s the princess now Kang?” I whisper smugly on his ear as I stand up and hear Officer Wang´s annoyed voice “Alright that´s enough of it. Get here you two.” Is he mad that Kang didn’t beat my ass? Why is it that nobody wants me to succeed?! “You fucking bitch…” I hear Kang grunt between gritted teeth as he gets up. I smirk proudly to myself, “What´s wrong? Hurts much?”. I hear Kang scoff loudly, “Barely feel it.”, pfff yeah right.

We walk backwards towards Officer Wang and the rest of the trainees. “Alright, as you know our program is coming to an end. We have two detective positions open and there are ten of you. Being Detective is no easy job, that is why there is a final exam in five days. Me and Chief Beifong will be deciding on who gets the job positions and who goes out.” No. Fucking. Way. Now I know for sure I won´t make it to Detective! Beifong and I were already off to a bad start this morning! She said it herself; she doesn’t want me to make it to Detective! “…Final Exam will be set in two parts. In the morning you will have the written exam, to make sure you actually listened to what was taught these past few months, and, in the afternoon, it will be a competitive sparring. Just like Kang and Y/L/N did, except the first one to fall is automatically disqualified.” Written exam? What is this, fucking high school?! Ugh, I better not be paired with Kang. “That´s it for today cadets, see you tomorrow at 9am sharp.” Officer Wang glances at me sideways as I mouth a ´sorry` silently. “Y/L/N, hit the showers in the headquarters, your shoulder is bleeding.” Officer Wang says with a hint of despise on his tone. Spirits, sorry I´m not made of fucking metal. I didn’t even notice I was bleeding. I look at my shoulder and notice the few reddened scratches and a small trickle of blood coming out. I hear Kang snicker next to me. The fuck are you smirking about? “Your nose also looks like shit Kang, but I guess a shower can´t fix that for you.” I smirk as I grab my towel, shoving it over my shoulder and heading back inside the headquarters before he can say anything.

My body is covered in dust and sweat; my defined muscular arms filled with small little scratches from rolling on the ground. My once black tank top also covered in a light brownish dusty substance. Gosh do I need a shower…My body is killing me. I pass through the Officer I saw with the Chief in the morning. Shit, she´s probably close by. I rush my way to the showers as to avoid her. It´s not that I don’t want to see her. Spirits know how much I´d pay to see those penetrating jade eyes of hers. But I don’t want her to see me while I look like shit…and probably smell like one too.

Chief Beifong´s PoV

As I am filing down some more reports and going over them, I hear grunts and noises from outside. Annoyed at the disturbance I get up from my chair with a sigh as I look over the window. Must be Wang training the cadets. Seeing the training field, I stare at one of the male cadets throwing boulders and another one dodging them out. Trying to figure who the other one is, I squint my eyes. The amount of dust surrounding them makes it hard, but the worn-out red highlights and the distinctive fire coming from the body allows me to figure out who it is already. It´s that speeding satocycle cadet I caught this morning. I observe them as I see the male cadet shake the ground, a wave heading towards her. But there´s too much dust for her to see anything at all. Fuck even I am struggling to keep up with what is going on. She dodges it but seemingly not totally. “That’s a nasty hit…” I mumble to myself. But she does seem to handle it��quite nicely I must say. Spirits, I´m staring again. I shake my head and groan in annoyance but am quickly distracted by the fire coming off her feet. Fire propulsion, that’s useful. I stare as she lands a powerful hit on the male cadets’ face. That´s going to leave a mark. I guess…she´s not that…bad. Whatever. If she´s to make it to Detective she´s supposed to be, at least, useful. I turn away and decide to head downstairs to check how Song is getting along with the other files. He´s not in the Detective´s Program, but he has some…potential, I cannot deny that.

“Officer Song, how are those files coming along?” I see him tremble underneath his armour. “Uh- well, Chief. It seems that the Triple Threat Triads crimes are lowering in amount…” I scoff. Sure, but they are not getting any easier to deal with. Song continues talking but I barely catch what he is saying as I look over his shoulder and notice the firebender cadet. She´s all dirty. Bunch of scratches in her shoulder too…bummer. She can deal with it. I think to myself, but yet, I can´t seem to find an explanation as to why I feel so drawn towards her. I shake these thoughts away and refocus on Officer Song. “…So, I guess that is pretty good right, Chief?” What´s pretty good? Shit, I didn’t hear. “Uhm yes, yes, it is. Now, get back to work Officer.” I clear my throat as I make my way back to my office. Sitting down on my chair I exhale, looking up at the pile of files and papers to read and fill in. Spirits I´m exhausted. I get started against my will. It´s going to be a long night, I might as well get it over with. After some time of insufferable writing, scribbling, and scratching I hear a knock on the door. I look up from the papers as I catch a glimpse of the clock and then stare at the door. It´s 10pm who the fuck is still in here?

“Uh, Chief, can I come in?" Is that- What is she doing here?

#lin beifong #lin beifong x reader #avatar the last airbender #legend of korra #fanfic

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tuberchelsea · 2 years ago

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Come Out to LA

Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader

Summary: What was supposed to be a simple trip to LA to visit your childhood friend turns into a weekend of a life time

Genre: idol au, smut, fluff, strangers to lovers

CW: sexual content (grinding (we in da club), oral, fingering, exhibitionism (if you squint), dom!Yoongi, sub!reader, p in v), unwarranted Kiss Cam, Yoongi is just too fuckin cute. Also, we may have some sad girl times.

A/N: I have not been in the basketball circle for a while, so my knowledge is meh (also am not a Lakers fan). Also, for somebody (me) having a JK bias, Yoongi’s been on the (my) mind lately 🥴

Title inspiration: Come Out to LA - Don Broco

“Question - how would you feel about seeing a Lakers game while you’re here?” Your friend, Becca asks over the phone.

“I mean I’m not the biggest lakers fan, but it’s been a while since I’ve watched a game - I’m down!” Why not? You’d never been to Los Angeles, so it’d be a good idea to do as much as you can in the 4 days you’re there.

“Awesome! The game is tomorrow evening! Did you want to borrow a jersey? I have plenty hanging around!” Becca asked, knowing full well what your response was going to be.

“…I’ll just wear something nice.” There’s no was you’d be caught dead wearing a Lakers jersey.

“Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon then!! Love you!!” As Becca hangs up the phone, you glance over at your half packed suitcase and the pile of rejected outfits sighing - packing shouldn’t be this hard. Looking over at your closet, you eye the new lavender pantsuit you’d bought months ago - might be time to put it to good use.

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

“Why do I keep punishing myself with bum-fuck early flights?” You curse to yourself as you off board your last connecting flight to LAX. You needed to find Becca - thankfully she was waiting by baggage claim.

“Girl, you look like you need caffeine.” Becca stated as she gave you a giant hug. You nodded in agreement - 4 am flights aren’t exactly your jam. Grabbing your bag off the carousel, you follow her out to the car. Not even buckled in, Becca started rambling off the schedule for the day - something that didn’t surprise you.

“So, I’m thinking we drop stuff off at the house, you can change, then we do brunch? Get coffee and eat - kill two birds with one stone.” You nodded, sending the necessary texts to your family.

“What else do we have today? Better question, when is the basketball game?” You inquired - she hadn’t really disclosed that to you.

“Oh! That’s tonight! We need to be there at least an hour before tip off, it’ll be a bit easier to get to the seats courtside, plus I-“

“Did you say courtside?” You interrupted her, looking up from your phone. She nodded, smiling mischievously. “How did you land courtside? HOW MUCH DO I OWE YOU??” You KNOW you couldn’t afford the ticket at this point, even if you didn’t go shopping.

She shakes her head and laughs, “you don’t owe me anything, hun! Besides, I got them for free bec-“

“Did you win a contest??” You interrupted again.

“No, I got them fr-“

“Oh! Gifted from work?” You interrupted once more. Becca then glared at you, reaching for her flip flop.

“Well! I! Could! Tell! You! If! You’d! Stop! Interrupting! Me!” She yelled, striking you on the thigh with each word. “Now hush!” She tossed her flip flop at you. Your eyes the size of dinner plates, you nodded obediently, rubbing your thigh to help with the sting. “Oh I didn’t hit you that hard. AS I WAS SAYING, I got the tickets because I’m dating one of the guards on the Lakers. We haven’t gone public with our relationship, so I can still enjoy sitting courtside without media in my face. I was able to get him to get another ticket tonight so I could take you to see a game - they’re actually pretty fun!” You nodded, processing the new information.

“Wow - you moving out here last year really changed you for the better.” You sigh, looking down at your hands.

She reaches over and places a hand on yours, sensing your change in mood, “how are you handling all of that, by the way?” You go silent for a moment, thinking over the events from the past year.

“I was able to have closure - his family is still on my side with everything. Nobody’s really heard from him since his family and I found out why he left me for her.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “But I’m hoping it’ll be easier for them and myself once I move away.” You look back down, fidgeting with your phone again.

“Where are you planning on moving to?”

“I’m hoping here - I’m gonna check out UCLA’s Marine Bio Grad program tomorrow. It was one highly recommended by my professors.”

“Well if everything works out, I could talk to the landlord of my apartment complex. He’s actually a pretty decent guy. Plus you’d be in a pretty decent location.” Becca shrugs, turning into the complex.

“And I’d be close to you?” giving her the side eye and a smirk.

“I mean I think that’s the best perk if anything! Now come on, grab your stuff and let’s get you changed so we can start the day! Race you to my place!” She says, already running for the door.

“Becca hold on, I need my ba - I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO GO!” Groaning, you grab your bags, trying not to trip over yourself as you follow suit.

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“I still can’t believe you wore a pantsuit, hun. I still think you should’ve worn a jersey.” Becca shakes her head as you both enter the Staples Center.

“Well, I think it’s appropriate - it’s a tint of purple AND I wanted to look nice since we’re gonna be court side. Plus lots of people will see us, even if we’re not sitting with the celebs.” You shrug, placing the blazer to drape off your shoulders.

“Hun, you do understand that court side isn’t like the VIP lounges, right?” Becca quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Meaning?” You send her a confused look.

“Meaning we will be sitting with famous people. Like there’s only one ‘court side’, hun.”

“Well now I just hope there’s not any cute celebs.” You scoff, following Becca to the seats. She grabs her seat, pointing to her left to direct you to yours. As you take your seat, you hear a conversation to your left - one that’s not in English. Your curiosity wins and you (assumingely) nonchalantly turn to see where it was coming from. Almost immediately, you make direct eye contact with the person that’ll be sitting next to you for the night -

Suga.

He gives you a small wave and smile before sitting down, you do the same to him. Once sat, you turn to Becca with a bemused look on your face, earning a small shrug from her.

“Becca, I feel I don’t deserve to sit here!!” You whisper yell through a toothy grin, earning a laugh from her.

“You’re fiiiiiiine, hun. Just enjoy the moment! Now, do you want anything to drink?”

“…Red Bull please. Flavored is preferred, but no coconut.”

“Got it!” Becca saunters off to the drink stand, leaving you alone. Already feeling warm from the arena (the anxiety wasn’t helping), you decide to slip off your blazer. You stand to drape it over the back of your seat, leaving you in a sleeveless mock turtle neck.

Suddenly, you hear a small voice from your right - one you wouldn’t have heard if they weren’t right next to you. “I’m assuming you’re a fan of The Ocean?” You look up to see Suga pointing to your right arm, sporting a sea-themed sleeve.

“Well I hope I do, seeing as I’m a Marine Biologist.” Sitting down, you instantly regret what came out of your mouth - hoping the sarcasm wouldn’t be too lost in translation.

He laughed, surprising you that he didn’t think the line was cringy. “Marine Biologist? Do you study ocean animals then?”

“Not right now - kinda hard when you live in the mid western part of the United States. Currently I’m working with more lake, river and pond life. I’m hoping to switch to more oceanic when I finish my Master’s though.”

“So you’re not from LA?” Apparently he’d caught something in your ramblings.

Shaking your head, you answer “nope, I’m visiting my friend, Becca” you pointed to her still empty seat. “I currently live in Montana.”

“Ahh okay!” He nods, “I’ve never been there, but I want to someday. I hear it’s really pretty. Also! I didn’t catch your name!” Suga gives an apologetic look as you mentally slap yourself for not introducing yourself.

“I’m y/n! I didn’t mean to come across as rude, Sug-“

“Yoongi” he interrupts. You look at him with a confused look, your brain short circuiting. “You can call me Yoongi. Also, you weren’t being rude, I was the one that caught you off guard.” He gives you a soft smile, holding out his hand to shake yours. He then introduces his manager that’s sitting off to his left. As you two finish introductions, you feel something cool press against your cheek. Grabbing the can from Becca, you thank her before you take a drink.

“Oooh! They had my favorite flavor.” Tonight may just be okay.

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“How did the refs miss an obvious travel?? Like he went almost half way across the court.” It’s coming close to the end of the 2nd quarter (not period, as you were immediately corrected by both Yoongi and Becca. “Don’t mind her, she’s more of a hockey fan.” Becca leans across you to apologize, getting a smile out of him), and while you are enjoying the game, you’re also enjoying the company around you. When the three of you aren’t yelling at the refs for missing blatant calls, you would carry conversations amongst the three of you (as well as you could in a loud arena); small talk quickly turning into more personal topics. Soon, the buzzer went off; indicating the end of the quarter.

“I’m going to head to the locker room to go see my man, then grab drinks on the way back - you want another Red Bull?” Becca asks you as she’s standing up. You nod, then she heads off. At the same time, you see Yoongi’s manager leave, leaving Yoongi and yourself alone. You feel the anxiety come back to you - while you were comfortable being around Yoongi, not having Becca there to back you up was slightly intimidating. As soon as you zone out though, you’re quickly brought back by a small touch on your forearm. You look to your left to see the hand belonging to Yoongi, who was wearing a slightly concerned look. “Are you okay, y/n?”

You blink a couple times before you nod, “yes! Sorry, I tend to zone out when my anxiety gets to be a bit much.” You then let out a breath you didn’t even think you were holding.

“Is the crowd becoming a bit much for you?” He asks, hand still on your arm. You nod. He sighs, “I’m glad I’m not the only one overwhelmed.”

It’s your turn to wear the concerned look, “I’m guessing this isn’t the same as performing, is it?”

He shakes his head, “there’s a reason I’m more of a background person” he laughs nervously.

“We suffer together then?” You suggest, hating yourself again for the cringy comment. He smiles, making you feel a bit better. The announcer then comes over the arena speakers, announcing the arrival of the Laker Dancers. You both shift your attention to the dancers on the court as Mic Drop begins to play over the speakers. You see a shift in Yoongi’s demeanor, becoming more stoic, bobbing his head to the beat. When the camera spans over to him, he gives a tight smile and a wave. Once the dancers left the court, Yoongi turns back to you, going back to being relaxed. The two of you trade more conversation while waiting for the second half to start, not even noticing when Becca and his manager return to their seats.

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The game is closing in on the end of the 3rd quarter. At this point, you and Yoongi aren’t paying a lot of attention to what’s going on on the court - too engrossed in your conversation. You two were so engrossed in conversation that you didn’t even notice the play stop, what was said over the speakers or Becca calling for you.

“Y/N LOOK UP!! AT THE JUMBOTRON!!” You direct your attention to the screen above you - to see yourself.

And Yoongi.

Featured on the Kiss Cam.

He must have caught it too; because if looks could kill, most of Staples Center would be gone. Instead of getting the hint that you two weren’t happy about this, the Cam stayed focused on you two for a lot longer than necessary. Becca then reached over and grabbed your face, just to plant a big kiss on your cheek. The Cam moves on, giving some much needed relief to both you and Yoongi. Once the awkwardness of the moment had passed over, both of you turned to face each other.

“I’m so sorry!!” You both blurted out at the same time.

Yoongi throws you a confused look, “why are you sorry?”

“I feel me sitting here conversing with you in The Public Eye may look questionable to those around us - I don’t want to ruin anything for you.” You quietly confessed, looking down at your hands.

Yoongi smirks, shaking his head, “if I was so worried about that, I wouldn’t have said a word to you in the first place! Besides, I was the one that started our conversation. If anything, I’m sorry you had to be put on the spot like that. I wasn’t even aware they were gonna feature me on that - not that they had a reason to anyways.”

“Well I have a small feeling somebody is gonna lose their job today.” You looked over Yoongi’s shoulder to see his Manager in a heated conversation with Lakers Staff. He looked over to his manager, then turned back to you wearing a grimace. You both began laughing, covering your mouths with your hands as an attempt to hide it.

Sometime later, the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game. “Do you mind waiting a bit, hun? I wanna see my man before we head out. Should only be about 15 minutes.” Becca asked, gathering her stuff. You shrug, nodding - there was no other way you would get back to her house anyways.

As she walked off, you began gathering your stuff, then turned to Yoongi. Taking a deep breath, you blurted out without thinking, “thank you for making the game a bit more enjoyable! It was really nice meeting you!” You immediately cringed at yourself, apologizing. I really need to think before I speak my dear god, you thought.

“You’re okay, y/n! I enjoyed your company too.” Yoongi gave you a small smile, causing you to smile back. There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two of you - even though the arena was still loud. “Oh! You said you were here for the weekend, are you busy tomorrow night?” Yoongi asked, breaking the silence.

“Other than I’m visiting UCLA before noon and probably going to go shopping once Becca is off work, I have nothing else planned!” Your heart began to race, you cannot believe this is happening.

“Awesome! Well we’re thinking of hitting a club downtown tomorrow evening, around 9? Would you guys want to join us? If that’s your thing, haha” Yoongi asked, looking nervous while looking for his phone.

“I would be down! Though you’d have to tell me where to go cause I no idea where that place is at.” You smile. Yoongi smiles back, looking like he let out a sigh of relief. He then hands over his phone, asking for your number.

“I’ll text you when I get back to my hotel?” He asks.

“Okay! Can you send those photos over that you took then?” You respond, Yoongi nodded in response. His manager then came back to his side, noting his departure. You two waved, sharing huge smiles. Becca soon returns to your side. “Why the big grin, hun?”

“I’ll tell you in the car!” You say, wearing a huge smile on your face, silently praying to your higher powers to not mess up this weekend.

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Unknown number: Hey! It’s Yoongi! ☺️

Y/N🐙: Hey! I’m assuming you made it back to your hotel okay?

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: Yes! Only had to deal with Army’s; no paps thank goodness.

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: Did you make it home yet?

Y/N🐙: Yes - like we just pulled up to her apartment.

Y/N🐙: Also didn’t have to deal with paps 💁🏼

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: Oh thank goodness 😮‍💨

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: Attachment - 2 photos

Y/N🐙: Ooh! I like those!

Y/N🐙: Attachment - 3 photos

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: Ooh these ones are cute

Y/N🐙: Cute?? 👀

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: Like I said, wouldn’t have talked to you if I didn’t want to - wanted to cause I think you’re cute 🤷🏼‍♀️

Y/N🐙: …🤭

Y/N🐙: That’s as good of a flirty comeback as I can conjure at the moment cause it’s past my bedtime 🥲

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: I understand - it’s past mine too. I have a mid morning photo shoot tomorrow; I’ll text you in the morning?

Y/N🐙: Works for me! 😌

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“What time are you going to the college?” Becca asked the next morning while she was feeding her dog, Vanya.

“I meet with the Head of the Post Grad Biology department at 11, so probs head out at 10. Will that be enough time for me to get there?” You asked, pulling up the subway schedules.

“It should be. But I’ve gotta go - I’ll be home around 4 and we can go shopping for outfits for tonight?” You nodded in response as your phone pinged, showing a new message. Becca leaned over to peek at your phone to see a message from Yoongi. “My dear Gods this man must like you enough to text you at 8 am on a Saturday!” She smirks as you try to hide the blush on your face.

“Get to work, loser. I’ll see you later!” You laugh as her and Vanya run out the door.

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: Morning! ☺️ What time are you headed to the college this morning?

Y/N🐙: Morning!! I meet with the Department Head at 11, so I’m headed out a bit before 10!

Y/N🐙: What time is your shoot?

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: It starts at 9 - thankfully I’m not having to go far cause I’m not even awake enough to order the right coffee this morning

Y/N🐙: Speaking of, I should probs make sure my route to the college includes a coffee stop. I’m still dealing with jet lag.

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: You’re preaching to the choir, Y/N.

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: Aish, my manager is calling for me, I’ll give you a call after I’m done with the shoot!

Y/N🐙: Okay! Have fun! ☺️

After finishing breakfast, you changed into a simple pair of Khakis, a hunter green blouse and white vans. Donning a simple make up look, you completed the look with a simple ballet bun. Throwing on your AirPods, you headed out the door, making your trek towards the Subway station and hopefully some coffee.

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“MIss L/N, I feel you would be an excellent addition to the Master’s Marine Bio Program! We could use a new Reseaarch Lab manager as well - plus you’d get credit for working.” You’d spent the last hour with the Department Head, him chatting your ear off. You’d grown more excited about attending; the lab job making the deal more enticing. Off hand, you’d mentioned your earlier lab work with your professor; the name immediately catching the Dept Head’s ear. “I thought I’d seen you were coming from MSUB! I had the honor of working with your Animal Bio professor years ago! Still love his research on scorpions - fascinating work.” You nod, having worked on it as your first lab project. Walking back to his office, he’d asked if there were any questions you’d had.

“Yes! I’d heard that Research Diving would be added to the curriculum - when is that happening?” You’d just finished your SCUBA certification for the subject - might as well use it.

“This next school year - right when you’d be starting if you enrolled by the end of next month!” You nodded, seriously contemplating applying. He handed you a business card, mention to email him once you had enrolled - if you choose to. You place the card in your wallet, standing to shake hands. Once you were out of his office, almost out of the building, you’d decided to check your phone. You look to see 3 messages from Yoongi, 2 from Becca and the Family Group Chat flooded with messages. Ignoring the group chat, you see that Becca is stuck working a double and won’t be able to join tonight. Internally cursing, you reply that it’s okay and you’d probably see her later tonight or in the morning. You then check the messages from Yoongi; 2 of them complaining about the shoot, and one asking if you were still at the college. You decide to call him instead.

“Hey, Y/N!” Yoongi picks up after 2 rings.

“Hey, Yoongi! I just saw your text messages; I just finished the college tour! Also, sorry about the shoot being so boring.”

“It’s no problem, but I was wondering if you’d have time to do lunch right now? I’m near the college and there’s a small restaurant nearby that I frequent anytime I’m in town.”

“Sure! I’m free for the afternoon. Can you send me the address?”

“Of course! Do you need a ride there?” You hear the text notification and check the address on Maps.

“Nah, it’s a block outside the campus - I can be there in 20 max!” Thank goodness you didn’t wear heels.

“Okay! I’ll meet you there then!” Hanging up the phone and putting your AirPods in, you began the trek to the restaurant. I’m really getting my steps in today I guess, you thought.

As you approach your destination, you pull out your phone to see if Yoongi is here yet (you’d made it in 10 minutes instead of 20), when you suddenly get a text notification from him.

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: You know, that was one of my favorite songs to perform live - wish we could’ve performed it more than once.

Y/N🐙: …wut

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: UGH! It’s one of my favorites.

Yoongi🐈‍⬛: Also, it’s not good to listen to your music that loud.

Y/N🐙: …you’re scaring me

You feel a tap on your shoulder, so you quickly spin around and nearly give the perp, Yoongi, The Elbow. Pulling out one of your headphones, you shout “DONT DO THAAAAAT YOU SCARED ME!” wearing a frightened look. Yoongi was wearing a mischievous smile in return, which then made you glare at him.

He laughs, “I am so sorry - I just saw an open opportunity and took it!”

“I could’ve hurt you though!!”

“I don’t think you would’ve cause that much damage - now follow me!” He quickly changes the subject and you follow him into the restaurant, which happened to be Tradtional Korean. The older lady at the host stand looked up and her face lit up as soon as she saw Yoongi.

“Yoongi!! It’s been a while! How are you doing??” Yoongi bows to her, you follow in respect.

“Hae Won-nim, hello! It has been a while! Everything is going well! You have room for two more in here?” Yoongi jokes, looking around the crowded restaurant. Hae Won chuckles, giving the two of you a huge smile.

“Of course I do! I’ll have you and your friend follow me this way.” She then glanced over at you, putting emphasis on the word ‘friend’. Following the two, you decided not to put too much thought into it. Once sitting and handed menus, Yoongi helped you order (you asked him if there was something not too spicy; or at least milk to help with the spiciness), then filed you in on how the shoot went. You updated him on your decision for college; having chosen to apply to UCLA. When the meals came out, a comfortable silence enveloped the two of you; even with a busy restaurant.

“Ooooh Becca is gonna LOVE this for her after work meal! Thank you again, Yoongi.” You beam, happily full from lunch. Yoongi and you are wandering around the neighborhood, still in-depth with the conversation you were having at lunch. As you were meandering, you’d passed by a Record Shop - Yoongi insisted you both stop in. Which it’s a good thing you did - you were able to finally get your hands on some B-Side 7-inches from Slipknot and Foo Fighters.

“I’m taking it you’re a vinyl collector?” Yoongi inquires, chuckling as you dove head first into the vinyl section.

“…yes. It’s a soft spot of mine. My ex used to complain about how many I had, so I stopped buying any for a while. Now that I don’t have to worry about his opinion, I’m going a bit crazy with it. Besides, I have a lot of catching up to do.” Fishing out your vinyl list on your phone, you show it to him.

“You were not joking. But no BTS?” Yoongi looks in surprise.

“I already have what’s available on vinyl. But it’d be cool if you’d release Map of the Soul 7. And maybe Young Forever?” Tilting your head to the side, you smile and wiggle your eyebrows.

“…I’ll see what I can do.” Yoongi repsonds, smirking as he shakes his head.

After letting time slip from the both of you, Yoongi walks you back to the subway station. “Are you still on for tonight?” He asks as you reach the station.

“Yes! Though Becca won’t be joining - apparently she’s stuck working.” You sigh.

“That’s too bad - but I’m happy you can still join. I’ll have a driver come pick you up from her place at 9 - I’ll need you to send me the address.” You nod, sending it over to him.

“Well, I had fun, Yoongi. Thank you again for lunch - and the vinyls! I’ll see you tonight!” You open your arms to hug him, and thankfully he did the same. After holding each other for what feels like forever, you both let go. You look down at his lips,he does the same. Just as the both of you were moving in closer, the subway is pulling up, screeching to a halt. The announcer calls for your destination over the intercom, signaling its your time to leave. Sighing, you gather your stuff and head for the open doors. Before you board on, you turn to Yoongi, waving and yelling “I’ll see you tonight!!”, almost tripping as you enter the car. Yoongi giggles, shaking his head with a smile.

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“I need to see your ID, please”, the bouncer outside the door asks. You hand him your ID, noting to him that you’re supposed to meet somebody in the VIP area. Checking his list and your name, he confirms you, letting you in. “He’s in the third booth on the left, just so you know.” You thank him as you head up the stairs. You immediately notice Yoongi within the crowd; he must have been watching the door. You immediately rush over to him, being enveloped in a bear hug before you can say anything.

“Hey, Y/N! I was just about to grab drinks - come with me!” Yoongi weaves his arm through yours, pulling you towards the bar. Once up to the bar, he ordered a neat whiskey for himself and a blueberry Red Bull for you. “This outfit is a 180 from this afternoon!” He points out, giving your outfit a once over. You’d ditched the khaki outfit for a pleather mini skirt, black bralette, mesh top, fishnets and Dr. Martens.

“Well I wanted to go with something more…comfortable.” You smirk, moving closer to Yoongi.

“Well, I think this outfit looks amazing on you.” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You blush, biting your lower lip and look away. It’s Yoongi’s turn to smirk, passing you your drink. He offers his hand, which you take, and leads you over to the booth; where you’re introduced to some of his friends.

“So, did you want to go dance?” Yoongi asked, tilting his head towards the dance floor. You nod, following him out. Once you two are towards the center of the floor, Yoongi grabs your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest. As you two start dancing, all you can hear is the music and Yoongi’s soft, deep voice. One song turns into a few; simple dancing turns into sensual grinding. Yoongi is leaving small kisses and nips on the back of your neck; each one shooting sensations down to your core. You reach back, looping your arms around his neck as he pulls you flush with his front. You can feel his hard on, so you begin to tease him more, eliciting a low growl from him.

As another song ends, he pulls you back to the booth and before you can even try to sit next to him, he pulls you into his lap; your back to his chest and legs hooked around his. The implied dominance turns you on even more. As he is talking to his buddies, his gorgeous hands sit on your thighs, playing with the strings of the fish nets. While you nonchalantly carry on conversation with those around you, you shifted in his lap, eliciting another low growl. His hands begin to go higher up your legs, almost under the mini skirt. You look over your shoulder to try and catch his eye - he’s enveloped in a conversation next to you. You ‘readjust’ in his lap again, trying to catch his attention - he moves one hand dangerously close to your core. You sharply inhale, trying to pull your skirt hem down a bit. You feel Yoongi’s lips on the tip of your ear, “you best behave, baby.” Your face and ears feel like they’re on fire - his fingers brushing over your bare folds, making you inhale sharply again. He stops his movement, pulling his hand from you skirt. “Let’s go dance again.” He pulls you from his lap, then grabs your hand, dragging you across the dance floor before you can even register what’s going on.

On the other side of the dance floor, in a dark corner, sat a couple private rooms. Yoongi opened a door, made sure nobody was in there, then pulled you in. He slammed the door shut, then pinned you against the door with your hands over your head. With the hand on your thigh, he pushes your skirt up, resting his hand on your hip. He leans close to your ear again, speaking in a deep voice that made you even more wet. “First, you come here looking irresistible” his hand moves to your core. “Secondly, you feel the need to tease me” he finger slides along your slit, eliciting a small moan from you. “And the final strike, you’re not wearing panties?” He beings to play with your clit before inserting a finger into your pussy. “Y/N, I thought you were a good girl?” A second finger joins, causing you to moan even louder.

Gathering yourself for a moment, you look up at Yoongi. “I AM a good girl! Most of the time.” You smirked. Yoongi stopped his ministrations, pulling his fingers from you. The two of you lock eyes and Yoongi grabs your face, hungrily kissing you while pinning your body with his to the door. Letting out a moan, he takes the chance to explore your mouth with his tongue. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you grab his hair at the nape and slightly pull, causing him to growl and bite your bottom lip. He begins to kiss your jaw line, making his way down your neck and finally making purchase at the junction of your neck and collar bone. He sucks a mark there, drawing another moan from you. “I honestly don’t think I could ever get tired of that sound” Yoongi begins to kneel, propping a leg on his shoulder. “Now, let’s hear how you sound when I do this-“ licking a strip from the bottom of your slit to your clit, causing you to moan out his name. “Fuck, baby; you sound AND taste AMAZING.” Yoongi moans against your clit, causing you to moan as well. He dove in, lapping at your hole like a starved man. He soon moved his tongue up to your clit, inserting two fingers into your hole. You started feeling your core tightening when he found your sensitive spot, your hand immediately grabbing onto his hair.

“F-f-fuuuck, Yoongi. I’m close!” Your thighs begin to tremble, causing him to hook your other leg over his shoulder. He inserted a third finger into you, eliciting his name from your lips again.

“Baby, cum for me; let me have a taste.” As if you were a puppet under his control, your orgasm washed over you while Yoongi lapped up your cum from your pussy, not letting a drop go to waste. He kept lapping at you after you came down, causing you to pull him away due to overstimulation. Yoongi then adjusts your mini skirt, standing to meet your slightly fucked out gaze with his own. He then gently cradled your chin, kissing you softly. Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours, releasing a deep, but content, sigh. “Would you like to continue this at my hotel room?” His eyes felt like they were looking into your soul at this point; but you couldn’t look away either. With a big smile and a glint in your eye, you say in a small voice:

“Yes. Please.”

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The hotel room door isn’t even fully shut before you two were all over one another, a trail of clothing following the two of you while making your way to the bedroom. Once fully stripped, Yoongi lifted you under your thighs and placed you on the bed. As he hovered over you, he gazed down at your figure - your hair fanned over the pillow, eyes dilated and bottom lip bitten. To him, you were the most beautiful thing on earth. He leaned down, placing a chaste kiss on your lips, “baby, I don’t think I have condoms with me, I cou-“

You quickly interrupted him, “as long as you’re clean, I’m good. Had my check up a couple weeks ago and I’m in the clear, plus haven’t hooked up with anybody since my ex. Also, am on the pill religiously, so if you’re good to go, so am I.”

Yoongi looks at you with his signature gummy smile, “fuck, baby.” His lips find your sensitive spot on your neck immediately, sucking another mark there. His hands glide south gently along your curves, then onto your inner thighs, touching just enough to send sparks up your spine and to your pussy. As his fingers lightly touch your folds, his mouth begins to move to your chest, capturing a nipple with it. He then plunges two fingers into you, “still so wet for me, baby.”

“Yoongi, fuuuuck”, still slightly sensitive from the orgasm before, you feel yourself coming to the edge a bit quicker than usual. He moves from one nipple to the other, using his fingers to scissor you pussy wider. “I’m gonna cu-“ Yoongi then pulled his fingers out, leaving you on edge. Your eyes grew big and you let out a strained whine, completely astonished at what he just pulled.

“I want you to cum on my cock, can you be a good girl and do that for me?” He asks as he sticks his fingers into your mouth, having you taste yourself. You nod, then he pulls his fingers from your mouth, pumping his thick cock before he slid the tip along your pussy lips a couple times to collect some of your arousal. He wraps your legs around his waist, then began to slowly enter you. He leaned over to trap your lips and the loud moan that they would inevitably release as he filled you to the hilt.

“Fuuuuck, I already feel so full”, you moan out. Yoongi’s cock was probably the biggest you’d taken, the stretch causing a little pain, but it was immediately blocked by the immense pleasure. Just from him entering you, you already felt you were gonna cum.

“Ahhh, Y/N baby, I can already feel you clenching around me. You gonna cum already?” Thrust. “My cock feel that good, baby?” Thrust. “You even look fucked out already, can’t even answer me!” Thrust. “Cum for me, baby - now.” You then let go on command, feeling your core unravel as Yoongi continued to thrust through your comedown. He then took your legs up, pushing the back of your thighs to bring your legs down to your chest - putting you in a mating press.

As he began to pump into you again, you looked down at where you two connected. “Oh my god, right there, Yoongi. FUCK.” He was hitting that spot again, better than last time. Your brain was starting to turn cock-drunk; all you could think of was the pure pleasure Yoongi was giving you as you looked down again.

“Ohhh, you like seeing my cock split this pretty pussy, don’t you? This. Pretty. Pussy. Feels. Amazing. Like. It’s. MADE. For. Me.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, his hands pushing your legs wider so he could see more of you. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m getting close. Gonna fill this pretty pussy full of me - gonna make it mine.” He brought a thumb to you clit, drawing figure eights to bring you to his level again. You were a bumbling mess; not even able to form words or thoughts as you were getting close. Just as your orgasm hit for the third time tonight, your clenching triggered his release, painting your walls white. After a couple thrusts to get out all the semen, Yoongi then collapsed on top of you, still inside. Both of you took a moment to catch your breath, staring deep into each other. Yoongi smiled, kissing your nose, then bringing his forehead to yours. “You okay, babe?” You smile and nodded, still feeling slightly fuzzy. As he softened, he pulled out, watching some of your mixed cum leak out. Letting out a content sigh, he stood up, picking you up bridal style. “Come on - let’s get cleaned up.”

Once out of the shower; which included you being fucked on the wall from behind (his excuse: Not my fault all of you is irresistible). You got dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers, then went to grab water as he got dressed as well. As you hand him his water, Yoongi notices a glint of a worried look on your face. Putting a finger under your chin to have you make eye contact, he asks, “penny for your thoughts?” You sigh, contemplating just saying no. But you couldn’t, as it immediately bugged you.

“Do I need to have Becca pick me up? And if so, do you want her to do it soon or earlier in the morning? I mean I don’t want to cause any dra-“ Yoongi pulls you into an intense kiss, shutting you up immediately.

“Y/N, baby, you worry too much. I want you to stay the night and I’ll take you back tomorrow when we both feel like it. Maybe we’ll get brunch first or something like that. I would like to get as much time with you as I can before I leave.” You left as though a weight was off your shoulders as you smile at him. After finishing your waters, you both head to bed, lying on Yoongi’s chest. His steady heartbeat, breathing and his fingers combing your hair helped you fall asleep. Yoongi then softly cradled your cheek, placing a kiss on your head. I hope to be able to see you again, baby, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

Waking up the next morning, you and Yoongi decide to go to a small cafe a couple blocks from his hotel. After orders are placed and juices are brought to the table, he grabs your hands with his. You look up at him and he asks, “So since you’re going to UCLA, when are you moving here?”

“I will probably move here next month, depending on when the apartment next to Becca’s is ready to go. Why?”

“Well, somebody has to help you move - that somebody being me.” he kissed your knuckles.

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A/N pt 2: This legit was sitting in my drafts for almost a month because writing the not smut part was harder than it needed to be 🥴

#yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts suga #suga x y/n #min yoongi #yoongi fanfic

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flanaganfilm · 2 years ago

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Hey Mike! Can you talk about your experience going from Absentia to Oculus? That process after Absentia went on its festival run to pitching Oculus? Would love to learn about that time in your life & career!

I moved to Los Angeles in 2003, right after I graduated college. I went to Towson University in Maryland, was an EMF major (Electronic Media & Film) and had wanted nothing more than to make movies my whole life. We were a comfortable middle class military family (my dad was in the Coast Guard) and for most of my life, making movies for a living felt like an impossible dream.

When I moved to LA I took whatever work I could find. I shot and edited those local car commercials you see on TV at 2am, I was a logger and an AE for reality TV shows, and I eventually worked my way to editing.

I said I'd give myself 5 years to make it in Hollwood. By the time we shot Absentia, I'd been here for 7 years, and in that time I hadn't gotten any closer to my dream.

I've already written at length about how Absentia came along and what it was like to make that little movie, and I've recently blogged about how the Oculus premiere changed my life and birthed my career, so I won't rehash those - but I don't often talk about what went on in between.

I finished editing Absentia just before my oldest son was born in 2010, and went back to working full-time as a reality TV editor. In fact, in the months leading up to his birth, I was working double-time - I spent my days at a company called Film Garden working on a series for DIY Network, and my nights editing packages at Nash Entertainment for those true crime clip shows. Whatever it took to keep the lights on and provide as much support as I could for my son.

While this was happening, I'd submitted Absentia to a pile of film festivals. We didn't get into any of the majors - Sundance, SXSW, and Toronto all passed on the film. Our world premiere was at the Fargo Film Festival, where Tom Brandau, one of my former professors from Towson - and one of my mentors - was teaching.

(Our original festival poster, WAY better than the weird clip art that would come later)

The movie got into a fair amount of film festivals, and we traveled with it as much as we could. I have fond memories of the Phoenix Film Festival, San Luis Obispo (where I met Greg Kinnear at a party and very awkwardly asked for a picture - you can see how thrilled he is about it) and my personal favorite: the Fantastia Film Festival in Montreal.

(At one of the screenings, I believe the San Luis Obispo Film Festival)

While this was happening, the film was picked up for a tiny VOD and DVD release through Phase 4 Films.

They were a Canadian distribution company whose claim to fame was putting out Kevin Smith's Red State under a very unusual distribution model. They acquired the movie, which led to a company holiday part in Hollywood.

There, I briefly met Kevin Smith for the first time. We've met again since, and I've now had a chance to thank him for the kindness he showed me back then - I was just some starstruck kid at a party, but he was gracious and available and inspiring. I really admire the way Kevin deals with his fans, and I've tried to emulate it over the years.

So that was kind of it for Absentia. We went to a few festivals, went to a few parties, and posed for a few pictures with some people we admired. Phase 4 designed some truly godawful cover art, dropped the movie into video stores, and that was that.

($2.99 is a pretty good deal)

So Absentia had pretty much run its course. It had a passionate following of fans, but between the crappy art design and glut of low budget horror films on the market, its moment had already come and gone. I was back at work, editing a series for DIY Network called Extra Yardage, and yearning for another chance to make a movie.

Absentia might not have broken open the industry doors like I'd wanted it to, but one thing it did yield was a meeting with an entertainment attorney named Joel VanderKloot.

I had been represented a few times over the years by various managers (to be honest, they were actually Jeff Howard's managers, and they took me on because we had a co-written project together.) But those relationships hadn't gone anywhere, I'd never sold a script or booked a job, and when I suggested making Absentia they were not supportive ("You've already tried the indie thing, haven't you?") so by the time Absentia was made, I was completely unrepped.

Joel was a family friend of Jason Poh, who was one of our Absentia Kickstarter backers. He was a guy who'd just found the project online and donated a thousand bucks. He kept up with us, and loved the final movie. He told me he knew an entertainment lawyer and offered to arrange a lunch.

I left my editing job at Film Garden for a long lunch and met Joel in Santa Monica (this was a day-killing drive for me). Joel had seen the movie and really liked it. We had a good lunch, but wasn't immediately sure about taking me on - it's a lot of work to take on a new client, and there wasn't much heat on my movie. But there was something there that he liked, and he called later that day to say he would take me on as a client.

I was elated. I felt like I'd made my movie to the best of my ability, and that it had flashed in the pan and then died... no one had noticed outside of a few festival audiences and critics. But here was someone who worked in the industry and he saw something in the film that he believed in.

Joel started looking for managers while I clung to my day job. He passed the movie around and we had a few nibbles, which led to the first manager in my career who wanted to simply represent ME: Nicholas Bogner.

Bogner went about setting general meetings at production companies who specialized in horror films. There weren't a lot of takers, and not everyone was willing to watch an entire feature film in consideration of a general meeting. So it was hit or miss - I was a nobody, after all, and they get these kinds of incoming inquiries all the time.

But there were a few takers. And the very first meeting I had was with Anil Kurian at Intrepid Pictures.

Again, I took an extended lunch from my editing job and drove across town to Intrepid's offices in Santa Monica. I was beyond nervous when I sat in the waiting room. The young man working the front desk signed me in and offered me a water. And then, just before the meeting started, he leaned over and he said "I loved Absentia, by the way."

Anil was a really cool executive and we had a good general meeting. At the end of it, he introduced me to the heads of Intrepid: Marc Evans, and Trevor Macy.

We all ended up in the conference room, where posters for Intrepid's other movies - at that time, The Strangers and The Raven - were hanging. I vividly remember staring at them while I pitched all five of the ideas I had for movies.

One of them was a story about a little boy whose dreams manifested in real life, and another was a take on Stephen King's novel Gerald's Game. But at the time, none of these ideas worked. The meeting was over, and everyone was politely going about their day.

I felt a panic in me. It was my first real meeting, the door had been cracked open just an inch by Absentia, and I was about to walk away with nothing. Would my new manager want to keep me? Would my new lawyer think he was wasting his time?

I stopped in the doorway and turned back. "I've got one other thing," I said. "I made a short years ago about a haunted mirror, and I have a take for a feature."

They kind of laughed at the idea of a haunted mirror. "How do you make that scary?" Trevor asked. I said "Think of it like a portable Overlook Hotel," and the room got a little quieter.

"I'd like to see that short," Trevor said. I agreed to send it immediately.

I ran back to work, stayed a few hours late to make up the time I'd burned on my lunch hour, and went home to find a DVD copy of Oculus: The Man with the Plan.

I'd made that short in 2005. It was 20 mins long, and a lot of fun. Over the years whenever I'd get into meetings (all courtesy of Jeff Howard, who had sold scripts long before we started writing together), people would see it and ask about a feature. Every time, though, the conversation stalled because they wanted the film to be a found footage movie, or they'd balk at the idea of me directing a feature.

I sent the DVD to Intrepid and waited. About a week later, they called and asked me to come back in.

I took another long lunch (this would become quite a habit as the project advanced) and drove back down. We met again in the conference room, but this time the mood was a little different.

Trevor said "We're interested in this. How would you expand it? I know there are cameras in the room with the man and the mirror, which begs the question of found footage..."

My heart sank.

"... but we're thinking that's a mistake. It looks like all the fun is in playing with reality, and you can't do that with found footage. So how would you do it?"

And we were off.

I won't rehash the long journey between this meeting and the Oculus premiere at Toronto (scroll down to find another blog about that), but that was really the moment when things changed.

I drove back to work a little giddy. Intrepid optioned the short film, I called Jeff Howard to see if he'd still want to work on a feature with me, and we were commissioned to write the script.

It was my first Hollywood job. I was paid the bare minimum, but I was also able to join the WGA because of the deal. I still didn't quit my day job (and wouldn't for a long time, not until the movie was really shooting in Alabama the following year) but I was off to the races.

Once the script was done, Oculus would lead to my first agents (at APA, and they treated me very well) and my first "real" movie.

What's particularly neat about this time, looking back, is that I owe it all to Absentia. We'd made this tiny little movie to try to kick open the door of Hollywood and start a career. And despite the enormous pride I had in the finished film, it felt for a long time like it hadn't quite succeeded in that.

But quietly, subtly, the movie did exactly what I hoped it would. The festival screenings built up a small but confident word of mouth. The movie led directly to my attorney Joel (who still represents me to this day), which led directly to my first real representation, which led directly to Intrepid Pictures.

Trevor Macy is now my business partner and has produced every single thing I've ever made since. We run Intrepid Pictures together, and I see that same eagerness in the faces of young filmmakers who find their way to us for general meetings. I try to be as supportive and accessible to them as I possibly can, because I remember very well what it feels like to stand in their shoes.

And Trevor even ended up making those other pitches he'd rejected all those years ago - Before I Wake and Gerald's Game followed soon after Oculus was done.

Absentia did everything I could have wanted it to do, and much more. I'll always remember that period of time with great affection... but man, it was stressful. The uncertainty of those years still exists in me, I don't think it'll ever leave.

Someone told me, along the way, that there wouldn't be a moment when I realized I "made it." It would happen while I wasn't looking. That ended up being absolutely true.

#absentia #oculus #intrepid pictures #hollywood dreams

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exclusivecolette · 9 months ago

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it’s never over.

PT.1

(This is very short. ONLY because it’s the intro to the story) If your confused, just ask and i’ll explain

Summary: A girl forced to move to massachusetts, meets a boy across the lake. As they spend their days with each other, they all fall in love. When one decides to end the relationship, the other one is left feeling abandoned. After a few years, they find each other again. But was the love strong enough?

TW: none in this chapter

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“Stop!” a giggle leaves my throat as i swat away is hand from my face. His fit of laughter starts to slow. Our heads both turn toward each other. My eyes follow the droplets on his face drop to the raft when he turned his body to face mine.

When we calm I watch Chris’s mouth open to speak and shut like he didn’t know whether he should say something or not. I nervously tuck a strand of my overgrown bangs behind my ear.

“You do that a lot” he stated. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “touch you hair…” his hand reached up to the piece i just tucked, and untucks the wet strand. I turn my body to completely face him. “You grew your bangs out.” he states again. My eyes nervously search his face.

“Yeah” i stutter. I think he realized how nervous i’d became because he opened his mouth to speak again “I like it.”

I watch him laugh from a distance. He runs his fingers through his thick, dark hair. Suddenly he starts looking around like he was looking for something. Or i should say someone because the second his eyes met mine, his face showed he found what he was looking for.

The familiar pair of eyes he once felt on him over 4 years ago. His eyebrows furrow, like he can’t believe who he’s seeing, or doesn’t know if he’s seeing the right person. I quickly turn around and walk away, slightly shoving whoever slowed me down. Four years should’ve been enough. Enough time to get my shit together. I thought as i quickly stepped into my car. Harsh breaths leaving and entering my throat at an abnormal pace.

Finally, when my breath came to a passable pace I start my car. The bottle of vodka tilting to his mouth repeatedly flashed in my head as i drove. I should’ve thought again before throwing myself at the first job opening.

La is far.

This is a great opportunity.

La seems like a great place.

So why is my stomach turning at the thought of going?

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Chris.

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i’m working on pt.2 right now. SORRY for how short.

#sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #nick sturniolo #Spotify

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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year ago

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Ours | Chapter 8

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), omorashi/piss kink, golden showers, swearing, masturbation, dirty talk, talk of dominant/submissive experiences, literally pure smut and filth I'm so not sorry for this

More angst to come soon!

Presley

Colson and I have been making love. A lot.

I’m not complaining. I love feeling close to him. I love the way I can feel all his love pouring out when we’re together. I’m satisfied every time, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I want more.

I think back to the first night we had anal. To the time he made me hold my piss and then let go when we were fucking. The time he dominated me. We were just getting into experimenting when we got engaged and we drifted away from exploring when it happened, falling back into the loving way we used to have sex before. Again, I love it, but Colson has opened a side of me that I didn’t know existed. And I like that side of me. But I’m still timid. I don’t even know where to start with asking Colson to try something new.

But today, luck is on my side. I’m dropped right into a situation without having to do anything.

I’m on the couch looking absentmindedly through some emails offering piercing jobs when the door from the garage into the house opens. I perk up. Colson is home later than expected, but to be fair, he did oversleep and had to rush to the studio. I glance at my watch. Colson and I woke up just after eight and it’s 4:30.

I hop off the couch to greet my fiance in the kitchen. He’s grimacing as he sets his bag and phone down and I frown. “You okay?” I ask. He brushes a kiss to my lips and pushes past me.

“Yeah, just have to piss like you wouldn’t believe,” he says hastily, hurrying to the bathroom. I freeze in my tracks, remembering what we talked about last time. Next time, it’s your turn.

“Col, wait,” I call, hurrying to catch up to him. He’s in the bathroom, pulling himself from his pants as he lifts the toilet lids.

“What?” he asks, looking at me, and there’s a frantic spark in his eyes. He grips himself, squirming, and something about it turns me on.

“I don’t want you to go yet,” I say. My cheeks are flushed but I remind myself not to be embarrassed or scared. Colson is into this. He’s told me multiple times.

Colson winces. “Pres, I didn’t even have time to go when I got up this morning,” he confesses. “I ran to the studio. Had a big ass coffee and haven’t gone.”

My eyes widen. “You haven’t gone since last night?”

Colson shakes his head no and bounces on his heels a little, looking at me pleadingly. I consider for a second, but he looks way too cute, all wiggly and desperate. I smirk and his eyes widen. “Pres–”

“Hold it,” I demand. “Until you can’t.”

Colson actually whines. I’ve never heard him make that sound before and it seems to shock both of us. His cheeks redden and he clears his throat, tucking himself back into his pants. I catch a glimpse of his stomach, swollen and protruding with his need, and he doesn’t button his jeans again. He shifts uncomfortably.

“It’s not going to take me long,” he says tightly. “So whatever you want to do, we’d better do it in the shower.”

“Oh, come on,” I say, walking closer to him. He’s tense, shaking, and a light sheen of sweat shines on his forehead. “You can hold it, can’t you?”

Colson’s eyes study mine and I can tell he’s thinking. “Pres,” he says through gritted teeth, “I last pissed at midnight when we went to bed. It’s almost five PM now. You do the math.”

He’s a little short with me, his voice taking on a snappy tone, and it’s adorable how close he is to his breaking point. But shit, when I do the math, I start to feel guilty. Midnight was almost 17 hours ago. Jesus Christ. “Col, I’m sorry baby, you can–”

“No.”

I lift a brow. “No?” I question.

Colson’s throat bobs. “No,” he says softly, jaw twitching. “Feels good.” His voice is so quiet I barely hear him.

“What was that?” I ask with a little grin.

Colson groans, squirming before me. “I said it feels good,” he groans. “It’s that pleasure-pain shit you talked about when you did it.”

“Mm,” I reply, reaching out to cup his cock over his jeans. He hisses, hips twitching forward a little as he hardens just slightly. “Think you can fuck like this?”

“Absolutely not,” Colson croaks. “I have to piss too bad to even get hard.”

“That’s a shame,” I sigh. “Maybe you need to let out a little bit so we can fuck.”

Colson’s blue eyes go wide as he shakes his head. “There’s no way I’d be able to stop,” he admits.

“Fine,” I say, taking his hand. “Let’s go. But as soon as you’re done, you’re fucking me.”

“Deal,” Colson says, eagerly following me upstairs to our big bathroom. I turn to face him and lift his shirt over his head. My hand slides slowly over his belly and he groans, eyes closing. I slip my hand into his boxer briefs, fingers grazing his cock, and he shivers. “Holy shit,” he croaks. He can’t keep still, circling his hips, jiggling his legs.

As I lift my hand out of his boxers, I let my palm skim over his belly, and his eyes go huge. “Oh fuck,” he squeaks, arching his back. “We need to hurry.”

“What’s wrong?” I pout.

Colson’s eyes close and he shudders, wrapping his hands around my upper arms. He squeezes tightly and groans, entire body trembling. I look down, eyes widening when the front of his jeans darkens with a leak. Shit. He’s right, we need to hurry.

I help him out of his clothes and then get out of mine, pulling my hair up. He grips his cock and eyes me, arousal darkening his eyes. “Are you gonna let me…” he starts.

I don’t say a word. I keep my eyes on his as I step into the tub and lower onto my knees, sitting on my heels. Colson groans and moves as quickly as he can to the tub, stepping in gingerly. I look up at him as he stands over me.

Suddenly, he curses, hunching over a little as a small stream spills out, right onto my tits. I go completely still, eyes widening. This is getting real. Holy shit. “Fuck,” Colson says shakily. “You look so good, baby.”

“Cols,” I say quietly, looking up at him.

His blue eyes are open as he looks right back at me. “Babe?”

“Claim me,” I say.

Colson’s eyes go wide and he moans as he lets go of another stream accidentally. “Fuck, I can’t hold it any longer,” he confesses, sliding his hand to the base of his cock.

“That’s okay, baby, let it go,” I tell him.

Colson’s teeth worry his bottom lip and his thighs tremble as he tries to let go, but he’s held it for so long now that he can only release little spurts. I know it’s killing him, so I reach out and lay my hand over his belly. He hisses, saying my name urgently, but when I apply gentle pressure, he makes a sound, so raw and unintentional that it shocks me into silence. “Fuuuuck,” he growls as it bursts out of him.

I stay completely silent, in total awe as he releases a torrent of pent up need all over me. He aims at my chest, at my belly, anywhere he can reach. Within mere seconds, I’m soaked in it. Once he’s not completely wrapped up in desperation, Colson opens his eyes and looks down at me. “Holy fuck, you look so good like that,” he rasps. He’s shaking as he finally lets go, panting.

I’ve never seen him piss for this long, well over a minute at least. His head falls back and he lets out an almost tortured moan as it tapers off slowly. He shakes himself off and lets out a breath, slumping. “Holy fuck,” he says weakly. As soon as his bladder is empty, his cock starts to fill. Unintentionally, he starts to move his hand up and down his cock.

“Col,” I whimper, wanting him so bad but also wanting to watch him. He can’t help but touch himself, moving his hand a little quicker as he watches me. His stomach and thighs are tense and I can tell by the way his mouth hangs open that he’s already close. Holding it, claiming me, it turned him on like crazy.

“Baby, fuck, I can’t stop,” he grunts, planting one hand on the shower wall for support.

“Colson,” I moan, arching my back. “Come all over me, baby.”

“Fuck yes,” Col growls, hips jerking as his orgasm catches him by surprise. He comes hard, on my face, on my tits, on my tongue. I eagerly swallow it down, watching his body as he’s racked with pleasure. “Jesus Christ,” he moans when he’s done, slumping over.

I swipe his cum off my face and lick it off my fingers. Colson’s cock twitches and he grunts softly, watching me intently. “Touch yourself,” he nearly barks. He sounds almost angry with his desire. I spread my legs and slip my hand between them, finding my pussy already wet for him. “Good girl.” I bite my lip as I circle my clit with my fingers quickly. “Did you like that? Me pissing all over you?” he growls, staring at my hand.

“Yes,” I whine, spreading my legs even more as I rub myself fast.

“You gonna come for me? Good fucking girl,” Colson groans, dropping to his knees so he can be even closer to me. “God, I can hear how wet you are. You’re fucking perfect, Presley.” I whimper at his praises, hips jerking a little. “Don’t stop. Say my fucking name when you come.”

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds until I’m crying out his name, my head falling back in pleasure as my orgasm makes me tremble. “Holy shit,” I say weakly, finally pulling my hand away. Colson takes my hand and lifts it to his lips, tasting my release on my fingers. I shiver, whimpering as I watch him. He smirks at me and reaches behind me to turn on the shower.

We wash up quickly and by the time we step out of the shower, Colson is all over me. Our skin is still dripping wet but he can’t help but lift me onto the counter and press between my thighs. “God, you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he growls, teeth gnashing at my lip. I whimper, dizzy with desire, and shove his chest. His eyes are dark as he backs up. I hop down from the counter and walk into the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” he asks, following me.

I glance at him over my shoulder, looking him up and down. “I wanna ride your dick. Can’t do it like I want to in the bathroom,” I say simply, and I swear, Colson’s eyes nearly go black. I hide a smirk as he crawls onto the bed, settling onto his back. “No, sit up,” I say. He watches me, not usually one to relinquish power, but he seems interested. He does as he’s told and then I climb over him. Immediately, I sink down onto his hard cock, moaning as I do. My brows knit together as the crown settles right against my already swollen g-spot.

“God damn, baby,” Colson rasps, shifting his hips a little beneath me. I watch him, gripping onto the headboard, and then slowly, I start to rock my hips. Colson groans, letting his head fall back against the headboard with a thump. Big hands curl around my hips but he doesn’t control my movements.

I bite my lip against a mewl. I love riding him. I love how deep I can feel him, completely impaled by his huge cock. I know it feeds his ego, too, knowing how full he fills me. I like coming on top, too, because I can fall against Colson when I do.

Colson grabs my hair and yanks me to him, his lips brushing my ear. “Do you have any idea how sexy you looked drenched in my piss?” he purrs. “Did you like it when I claimed you?”

I whimper, goosebumps covering my skin as my hips jerk a little. I decide suddenly that I really like when Colson is dominant: marking his claim, choking me, spanking me, telling me what to do. It’s all so hot to me. “Y-yes,” I whimper.

“Yeah, I know you did,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the double x tattoo I got behind my ear when I moved to LA. “Fuck, you’re so perfect for me.”

“Mm, daddy,” I whine, brow scrunched in pleasure as I continue to rock on his dick, abusing my g-spot so perfectly.

“Fuck, angel,” Colson says tightly, squeezing my ass. “Mind if I take control here?”

“Please,” I squeak out, eyes closed. And then, I’m crying out as Colson grips my ass and bucks up into me, hard and fast. His cock slams into my spot with every hard thrust and I’m almost drooling with how fucking good it feels. “Colson,” I choke out. “Daddy–”

“Good fucking girl,” Colson moans, watching my face as I come undone. “You close for me? Can feel that pussy fuckin’ squeezing me.”

“S-so close, fuck, I’m gonna come, Colson,” I say frantically, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“All over daddy’s cock, c’mon,” Colson grits out, and with one more slam of his cock, I completely come undone around him, my head going light as I squirt. “Holy fuck,” Col growls, barely waiting until I’m done before flipping me over and drawing my legs around his waist.

I whimper and squirm, sensitive from coming twice already, but it won’t be enough until I see Colson come, too. It’s the best part. So I pry my eyes open and watch as he works himself toward completion.

“Cols,” I manage, and his eyes pop open. He looks like pure perfection right now, his cheeks ruddy and his hair messy, pupils blown as he fucks into me, desperate to make himself come. “L-love you,” I manage.

“I love you t– uhhh fuck!” Colson cries out, slamming his hips into mine. He jerks and shudders as he lets go inside of me, the most beautiful sounds falling from his pink lips. He’s shaking hard when it’s all over and I’m almost worried I pushed him too far. He collapses on top of me and curses weakly as I stroke his hair.

“You okay, baby?” I ask after a few minutes of quiet. He’s still trembling.

“Yeah. Fuck,” he rasps. “Can’t believe you made me piss my pants.”

“I didn’t!” I insist. “Not fully, at least.”

“That’s a comfort to no one but you,” he says dryly, but he smiles against my skin as he kisses my collarbone.

“Sorry,” I say sheepishly.

“Nah, you ain’t,” Colson says, and he’s right. I just smile, completely sated, and keep stroking his damp hair. “I’m so getting you back for that.”

“Uh, no,” I protest. “That was payback for you making me pee on you.”

“You loved it,” Colson says cockily.

“I…I…no comment.”

Colson chuckles and we both whimper when his cock twitches inside me. “Alright,” he sighs, slowly dragging himself out of me. I’m so overstimulated that I whine until he’s finally out of me, and then I carefully waddle into the bathroom. Once I’m cleaned up, Colson comes in and lifts the toilet lids.

“Um, didn’t you just piss a gallon on me?” I ask.

Colson shoots me a glare. “Yeah, you fucked up my kidneys. I have to piss again,” he says, but the venom in his voice is barely there. I know how much pleasure he got from that.

I shrug, leaning against the counter. “Yeah. You hated holding it,” I say casually. “That’s why you came as soon as you got your hand around your dick when you were done.” Colson grunts, gripping the base of his cock as his other hand presses to the wall. His brow is furrowed as he looks at me over his shoulder. “Oh, you must like being punished,” he says in his low, sexy voice, and I shiver. Fuck, will there ever be a moment I don’t want him? “Go away. I can’t focus.”

I snort. “You pissed all over me and you can’t pee in the toilet when I’m right here?”

“Presley!” Colson whines, bending his knees, and I laugh, relenting. I leave the bathroom, closing the door behind me, and crawl back into bed.

I love when Colson dominates me, but god, I love controlling him just as much.

#mgk #mgk fanfic #mgk fan fiction #mgk smut #colson baker #colson baker fanfic #colson baker fan fiction #colson baker smut #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly fanfic #machine gun kelly fan fiction #machine gun kelly smut

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iamthelamp · 2 months ago

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uhhhh I have been mostly off social media for like, five or six years, and i dunno if there are any mutuals left who will still read my personal shit but here's a life dump.

So I just moved across the country. It's hard to say I uprooted because I don't know if there were any roots really left in LA, but I uhhh did just pack my entire life into my car and do that. It wasn't on impulse or anything, I'd been considering how to get away (I've been living with my abuser for the past 4 years after pandemic economy drove me back into my parents' place) and was considering Pittsburgh already because cost of living is way lower and I have family here. Then the school program I worked at was being gutted, and my grandma had a health scare (she's fine), and she cares for my grandpa with dementia so we figured they needed someone in... less delicate condition around. I'm hardly well, but I'm nowhere near death.

Anyway things that happened in my absence from tumblr, so I can just get them out there and make myself feel less insane:

best friend of five years did a crazy 180 and abused me for a year before ghosting me and i lost all of our mutual friends as a support group

moved out of my parents place for an apartment by the uni i transferred to and away from my remaining local support system which i never really managed to replace in person

school went bad, pandemic lockdown happened, income dropped, roommate situation sucked and i had zero money so i moved back in with my parents

i was basically not allowed to have significant presence or store belongings outside my 9x12 bedroom for four years

new friend group online turned south not long after we got really close and i had to leave a large community i cared a lot about because of it

got friend engaged and then unengaged

my boss started to lose her shit and be like, evil or whatever but i still cared about the kids i was working with so i got another job and tried to do both but it almost killed me so I left the martial arts job and haven't trained since

my body started to ??? fall apart. I now have a fibromyalgia diagnosis but honestly I don't think that covers all of it. maybe long covid is a factor, who knows

revived an old friend group. some of those people were bad.

pretty sure i have ocd it's been ROUGH OUT HERE

I hope that I can like. exist here. I wanna exist here, I think.

#lamp the champ

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lacesconfidences · 4 months ago

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Le Plaisir à la source…

Cette chaude soirée d'été me rappelle un jeu humide inventé par ma chère sœur. Nous habitions une maison modeste de 4 pièces dont deux chambres avec les toilettes à l'extérieur. Nous avions ma sœur et moi conservé le seau hygiénique dans notre chambre, ce qui nous évitait de sortir la nuit, à conditions que nous nous chargions de sa vidange et nettoyage. Nous étions sagement couchés, chacun dans son lit, vêtus d'une culotte, occupés à lire en cette chaude nuit d'été. Ma sœur s'est levée et elle s'est dirigée vers le seau. Elle a baissé sa culotte et j'ai pu profiter de la douce musique du chuintement de sa pisse entre ses lèvres et du doux clapotis dans le seau. Je la regardais par dessus mon livre et je sentais ma bite se gonfler. A ce moment, elle m'a regardé et m'a dit :"Mon petit cochon, ça te fait de l'effet de me voir pisser ! J'ai une idée. Viens voir de plus près, je n'ai pas tout vidé !" Je me suis approché et elle m'a dit : "Mets toi à genoux devant moi, comme lorsque tu te branles dans le seau et viens soulager cette queue toute dure !" A genoux, mon visage à hauteur de sa petite chatte alors qu'elle se tenait debout les jambes écartées au dessus du seau, j'ai profité de cette vue en gros plan et des effluves odorantes qui remontaient du seau. J'ai baissé ma culotte et j'ai commencé à me branler frénétiquement. A ce moment là, elle a avancé un peu et a lâché un jet chaud et parfumé sur ma main et ma bite. J'ai déchargé presqu'immédiatement dans le seau. Ne voulant pas être en reste et n'ayant pas eu de plaisir, ma sœur m'a dit : "Maintenant, j'aimerai bien que tu me nettoie !" Au même moment elle a plaqué mon visage sur sa petite chatte. C'étais la première fois que je goutais un sexe de fille. C'étais salé, chaud et sur sa toison perlaient de petites gouttes d'urine délicieuses. C'était merveilleux et je crois que je lui ai donné du plaisir. Elle s'est ensuite écartée et ma bite était de nouveau dure, cognant sur le seau. Alors je me suis soulagé une seconde fois.

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Pleasure at the source…

This warm summer evening reminds me of a wet game invented by my dear sister. We lived in a modest house with 4 rooms, two of which had the toilet outside. My sister and I had kept the hygienic bucket in our room, which saved us from going out at night, provided that we took care of emptying and cleaning it. We were lying down quietly, each in our own bed, wearing panties, busy reading on this warm summer night. My sister got up and went to the bucket. She pulled down her panties and I was able to enjoy the sweet music of the hissing of her piss between her lips and the soft lapping in the bucket. I looked at her over my book and I felt my cock swelling. At that moment, she looked at me and said: "My little pig, does it make you feel good to see me piss! I have an idea. Come and take a closer look, I haven't emptied all my piss !" I approached and she said to me: "Get on your knees in front of me, like when you jerk off in the bucket and come and jerk this hard cock!" On my knees, my face at the level of her little pussy while she stood with her legs spread above the bucket, I enjoyed this close-up view and the fragrant scents that came up from the bucket. I pulled down my panties and started jerking off frantically. At that moment, she moved forward a little and released a hot and perfumed squirt of piss on my hand and my cock. I unloaded almost immediately in the bucket. Not wanting to be outdone and not having had any pleasure, my sister said to me: "Now, I would like you to clean me!" At the same time she pressed my face against her little pussy. It was the first time I had tasted a girl's sex. It was salty, hot and on her fleece there were small drops of delicious urine. It was wonderful and I think I gave her pleasure. She then moved away and my cock was hard again, banging on the bucket. So I jerked myself a second time.

#me #secrets #my sister

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year ago

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Happy Out of Touch Thursday. I finally watched the 4 hour long plagiarism video. How y'all doing? No one tagged me yesterday, but I had something to share and I also have some musings.

I am a huge Brittana girlie. I'm a big Gay Squad lover.

But man, I am excited to throw in some Dantana for my December Fanworks fic, just to throw myself out of the loop, or whatever it's called.

“How’s Brittany?” An uncomfortable silence follows. What is it with uncomfortable silences this day? “Kurt, Brittany and I broke up,” Santana says solemnly and Kurt’s eyes widen, “And I got a new girlfriend.” “… Woah. What happened?” “So, the person who subleased your room?” Santana starts and Kurt nods. “Dani?” Yes, he’s met her briefly before he moved to Ljubljana. “Yeah, she’s my new girlfriend.”

Anyway, musings! My December Fanworks fic is a direct sequel to last year's Advent Ljubim te and I have dropped some hints that I have thought about this sequel for a while, but it wasn't going well. This is kind of why. Ljubim te wasn't written with a sequel in mind, and I notice it. I suddenly have to think about things I didn't have to care about in the first fic. I completely let out Kurt's friends, for example. They were mentioned, but that was it. Same goes for Blaine's family. They existed off-screen and now I am confronted by the fact that I never had Kurt and Blaine speak to their friends and family (except for Burt) in Ljubim te.

So yeah, that's just sort of on my mind. I suddenly have to think about all these other things. I got away with it in the first fic, because Kurt and Blaine were in Ljubljana, far away from their friends and family. Literally, all connection to America they had was Quinn and Kurt didn't even speak to her for most of the story. But now they're in LA and New York and they have family, friends, classmates, colleagues, etc. Oh my God. I don't want shit to become too messy by adding a lot of more people to the story, but I also feel like I cannot ignore it like I could with Ljubim te.

Especially since I don't want to fall into the same pitfall with Ljubim te, in my eyes, which was "what the FUCK is Kurt doing???"

Because what the FUCK is Kurt doing??? So I actually was quite excited when I got the idea that his friends moved on to other things (or people, like Santana) while he was gone and he feels a bit left out (totallynotwhathappenedtomewhenicamebackfromljubljanawhatdoyoumean), but that entails adding Kurt's friends to an already packed idea, since Blaine and Quinn's whole thing with them coming out etc. is also a huge chunk of the fic. Or at least, that's the plan.

Anyway... that's my musing.

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @jinglejavey @coffeegleek @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @cutestkilla @wellbelesbian @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @blackberrysummerblog @whatevertheweather @theotherhufflepuff

#tagged in #wip wednesday

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scoops404 · 8 months ago

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I might have missed it, but you mentioned wanting to show how an older version of chapter 2 ended and asked us to remind you to show us once the chapter had gone out. Soooo I guess consider this a reminder haha 😅 No pressure ofc

Okay this is going to get long, so definitely under a cut. But here is a snapshot I took (cool took you can use on Scrivener in case you want to try out an edit and if you hate it, you can see how it used to look when you took the snapshot and change it back) from 3/27/2024:

“Hey,” Dream says, nonchalant. He takes a deep gulp of his sugar free Gatorade and then puts it back in the refrigerator.

“Hey,” George responds because what else can he say? He doesn’t take off immediately, but he feels an awkwardness around Dream that isn’t normal for them.

No, he can’t—he can’t have this weirdness between them. He won’t let what they did ruin things between them.

George marches up to Dream and punches him on the arm.

“Ow,” Dream says, rubbing his shoulder and looking at George like he’s lost his mind. “What the fuck? What was that for?”

“You’re being weird,” George says. “Stop it.”

“You’re being weird,” Dream says back. “I’ve been fine. You’re the one who ran off to LA.”

“I had plans with Larray,” George says, which is only true because he made those plans last minute. Whatever.

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This was the ending of this chapter for a long time -- eagle eyed readers will realize i changed quite few things in there. This was also written before i wrote most of the middle so I had to change the line about George leaving for LA for plans with Larray that he made at the last moment.

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This version is from 4/6/2024:

“Hey,” Dream says, nonchalant. He takes a deep gulp of his sugar free Gatorade and then puts it back in the refrigerator.

“Hey,” George responds because what else can he say? He doesn’t take off immediately, but he feels an awkwardness around Dream that isn’t normal for them.

No, he can’t—he can’t have this weirdness between them. He won’t let what they did ruin things between them.

George marches up to Dream and punches him on the arm.

“Ow,” Dream says, rubbing his shoulder and looking at George like he’s lost his mind. “What the fuck? What was that for?”

“You’re being weird,” George says. “Stop it.”

“You’re being weird,” Dream says back. “I’ve been fine. You’re the one who ran off to LA.”

“I had plans with Larray,” George says, which is only true because he made those plans last minute. Whatever.

“You were weird before that, too.”

“Well, neither of us are being weird now,” George says. “Moving forward.”

“You can’t just—you always try to just sweep things under the rug without talking about it.”

“Oh, really? You want to go down that route?”

“Yeah, maybe I do, George. You’re always—trying to get you to talk about things is like pulling teeth.”

“You didn’t want to talk after you fucked me, so I don’t see why we should talk about it all now. We moved on, we’re fine. You’re mad because I didn’t want to fuck again. Get over it.”

“That’s not—fuck you, George.”

“We just went over this,” George says, a meanness about it that he doesn’t feel connected to. “You already did.”

“What are you—why are you being like this?”

“We fucked. We fooled around. Now I don’t want to. So drop it.”

“I’m not—this isn’t about me pushing you for sex, George.”

“Is it not? Because bro seems kinda mad that I rejected him.”

“You’re not—ugh. You’re so annoying when you’re like this. You’re the one who just said you wanted to be normal again. Part of being normal is talking about how we got, like, abnormal.”

“Now bro is calling me abnormal. Cool. Really feels great for a guy who fucked you to call you abnormal.”

“So now I’m just a guy that fucked you.”

“You made yourself into just a guy who fucked me.”

“George, honestly? What are you talking about? What are you—what is this? This isn’t you. What’s happening right now?”

“Oh, so now I’m abnormal and not myself? Are you gaslighting me right now?”

“You’re gaslighting me!”

“Just—drop it.”

“No, I can’t drop it.”

“Trust me, Dream. Drop it. Leave it alone. I don’t want to talk about this and I don’t want—we’re not fooling around anymore. No—stop trying to seduce me.”

“George—if you think I care more about sex, about getting my dick wet, than your friendship, then you’re just plain wrong. You—I don’t need sex from you to…”

“Good. Then no more sex. No more making out when we’re drunk. No more any of it. Just—no.”

“Okay, message received. Sorry I—I’m sorry if you felt that I pressured you into it, or. It would break my heart if you felt like I—”

“No,” George says. “You didn’t—it was consensual, idiot. I would have said if I didn’t want it. So shut up. The past is the past and it was—it was fine, just no more. Not again.”

“Okay. Okay. So are we good?”

“Yeah, why not?”

They are decidedly not fine.

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You'll see the bones of the full scene here. This is what I mean when sometimes my writing starts with just dialogue back and forth. No point in getting a contentious scene all padded with everything if it's still not doing what it's supposed to do. So I'll start with the dialogue and when it feels right, I'll add action beats and inner monologue that bridges the gaps in the dialogue where it looks like they make weird leaps.

And then this part sat while I worked on the middle again and then added the last chunk where Dream asks for George's help with coding. I added that part after this confrontation (which I originally intended to be the end of chapter 2) to show them *trying* that even though they're both in these weird spots, they still want to make whatever it is between them work in some capacity. George can't not have Dream in his life, even though he's mad and heartbroken and going insane with hormones--he makes a point after he's done sulking to try and work things out so they can get back to normal(ish), even if that intention gets really really off track.

I'll skip Dream's motivation for now so as not to spoil anything too much.

#anagnorisis #writing a fic with scoops

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babygirl-riley · 2 years ago

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The General

The Task Force has found General Shepard, executed a plan to get him into custody. Allison struggles on bringing him alive.

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of Torture, Blood, Little of PTSD, and Swearing

I woke up with a small groan, my body a bit sore from last night events. I moved a bit feeling someone else near me, I froze for a moment. When I looked over it was Simon…He was actually asleep, I listened to his breathing. Soft and quiet, his back was lifting softly up and down. He never usually stayed after him and I fucking. Let alone asleep, he has told me he never really gets any sort of sleep.

His brown hair was messed up from the last nights activities. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his back, kissing his shoulder blades. He moved slightly before moaning, turning to face me. His eyes were groggily, trying to open. “What time is it?”

“0630,” I mumbled as I turned to get up. I felt that sweet pain in between my thighs. He did wreck the fuck out of me. After the first round I went down on him for appreciation then well we fucked once more. However we needed to get up and get you out. How long were you asleep?” I got out of bed.

He sat up running a hand through his hair. “Not long, 30 minutes.”

I frowned, I didn’t like that he never gets sleep. But 30 minutes is 30 minutes. He moved out from the sheets, my heart fluttered just to see him naked, exposed, he trusted me enough to be this way. It took him awhile to get that point. I don’t know if it was from the sex, getting his back on missions, or even Las Almas. Maybe all the above? He wasn’t smiling but he looked relaxed. “I’m sorry.” I said while grabbing my bra and underwear.

“Eh.” He said before getting dressed as well. There was a comfortable silence between us as we both got dressed for the day.

Letting my mind wonder…I couldn’t get the way he called me baby last night, just how he said it. It made butterflies form in my tummy. I pushed that aside not wanting him to realize what I was thinking. Or feeling. Or how red I will turn. I wanted to say something but I knew if I did he would shut down.

Simon picked up his mask and slipped it on. He was already almost dressed. “Price wants us in the meeting hall. I will see you there?” He slipped on his jeans bucking the belt.

I smiled at him. “Yes sir I will see you there.”

Simon chuckled walking over to the door. “Yes sir,” He repeated. “See you there Fox.” As he perked his head out and nodded at me walking out.

I just chuckled back finishing up getting ready, before walking out myself. “You know,” I snapped my head to see my sister. “For a 6”4’ huge ass man he is pretty sneaky.”

“Fuck off.” I sighed walking to where Price was wanting us to me.

“Did you guys…”

“Drop it Kat.” I snapped looking over at her as she walked along side me.

“Okay,” She said putting her hands up. “Price asked me to be part of your boy band.”

“And?”

“Nikolai will be teaching me the ropes of flying you guys.” Kat sounded cocky about it. Which usually happens when she gets a promotion.

“Welcome to the team.” I said smirking over at her. She just smiled back.

We all were standing around the table watching Price carefully. He was tense. I mean he was always tense but more tense. We watched as the screen had Laswell appear on it. “Sorry I had to go back home, wife emergencies,” She sighed before she continued. “We found Shepard.”

That last sentence echoed throughout the room. My heart sunk but skipped all at the same time, we can finally take this fucker out. We looked over at Price who nodded. “He is in Russia.” He mumbled before folding his arms.

“Here?” Ghost asked who was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room.

“Why in bloody hell is he here?” Soap asked looking at Laswell.

Laswell sighed. “Shepard has been working with Makarov for a while. We did some digging and it goes back for a couple of years, including the missiles last year,” She explained. “The only thing we don’t know is why he was helping him. Or giving him the missiles. He was the one who sent Ghost and Price to take him out, years ago.”

Ghost looked over at Price and shook his head. “Why take him out if he was working with him?”

Price shrugged. “We don’t know that either.”

Gaz clicked a pen he was holding. “Alright so where is he at then?”

“Hiding near Kara Sea,” She pulled up a map overlooking the coast of the sea. There were buildings that looked like it was in ruins or old at least. Construction in places. “He is hiding in one of these buildings, he doesn’t have much security, since Makarov is after him and us. He hired mercenaries to protect him with the money he had left.”

“So he is broke?” Kat asked sitting in the chair next to me.

“Very,” Laswell stated pulling up records from his bank. “The last transaction he made was last night. He switched his accounts in Russia, transferred all what he had to there. That’s how I found him.”

“Not smart.” Ghost said examining the board.

“Not at all,” Laswell said switching the picture back to the coast. “Nicolai and Hawk will be able to fly everyone close to the coast. It could be hot but like I said Shepard doesn’t have an army.”

“It should be a bam and thank you ma’am type mission?” Soap asked everyone looked over at him. “What I heard Hawk say it before and sorta stuck.”

I slowly turned my head to Kat. “Don’t.” She spat.

Ghost audibly sighed. “For fuck sake.”

Laswell just smirked then continued. “Price, Ghost, and Fox will be dropped on this end of the shore. While Soap, Yuri, and Gaz will be here.” They were on opposite sides of the building. Making him be boxed in.

“So two planes?” I asked.

“Yes ma’am,” Kat said before smiling. “I will be flying you.”

“Grand.” I mumbled as she elbowed me.

“We will box him in. He wouldn’t be able to run.” Laswell stated before pulling the details of the building. “He could be anywhere, my best guess is the basement part, it’s hidden, no windows, and probably most likely easier to booby trap.”

The inside looked like it could have been a school a while back. It was destroyed and blanketed by gunk and sea creatures. “God I can smell the picture.” Gaz whispered.

“Nothing you haven’t smelt before Sergeant.” Price mumbled back.

I chuckled a bit and so did Soap. Yuri snorted a bit before clearing his throat. “That area could be mucky as well,” He said folding his arms. “Bring you best boots.”

“Any questions?” Laswell said looking around.

“Dead or alive?” Everyone looked over at me.

It was quiet for a moment, we all knew what we wanted to do but what were we supposed to do was the reasoning for the question. “Our government wants him alive,” She sighed, rubbing her fingers through her hair but she leaned into the camera. “But I wouldn’t be too upset if he came back in a bag.”

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It was midnight, pitch black, the only thing my sister to guide herself through the air was the radar sensor. We didn’t want Shepard to be notified before we even got there. When we hit the ground sure, wouldn’t give him time to escape but not while we were so close.

We all wore our black uniforms. I had my black vest that had my country’s flag on the top over my heavy black jacket. My black cargo pants with my utility belt and side arm. My black helmet that had my night vision goggles on. It was my favorite one to wear when going on missions.

Ghost had all black as well wearing his old skull mask with balaclava on. His black make up covering his skin. Having the helmet that everyone else wore. He looked over at me and we stared for a moment before Price tapped my shoulder. “Once we land we head straight for that building.” He ordered throwing his cigar out of the helo.

I nodded and so did Ghost, we watched below us as we flew past the ruined buildings. The outlines of them anyway. It was quite a sight to see, I never seen somewhere so destroyed. Old? I don’t know but it was eerie. “Touching down in 30 seconds Cap.” Kat said over coms.

“Solid copy,” He acknowledged looking over to find the other helo dropping off the others. “All Bravo we head straight to the building kill anything insight, leave Shepard alive.” He ordered.

“Rog.” Gaz said back as we touched down.

We scrambled out putting on our night vision goggles. The green illuminated everything around us. Guiding us through the pitch dark. We had our weapon raised ready to shot anyone behind the barrel.

Price made a signal for us to stop and we all crouched down. I scanned the area seeing a squad was lurking out of the building standing and talking. They weren’t speaking Russian. “Americans?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Ghost said before pointing. “Flag on the shoulder.”

I looked closer and the flag was right where he said it would be. Price sighed. “Shoot the middle one when ready Fox,” He whispered. “I will take the left and Ghost take the right.”

We both nodded before I lifted my gun up, pulling the trigger while they all dropped. We moved up and entered into the building. “All Bravo we have entered into front entry.” Price announced before scanning the room.

Ghost was next to me as we headed down a hallway, I was looking left and he was looking right. We both heard footsteps ahead of us and we moved out guns in that direction only to be met with Soap. He nodded at us as we came up to the stairs that led down. “Go down.” Price ordered as we took cautious steps down.

There was a dim light at the bottom of the stairs. We heard chatter, amongst others. When we got down, Ghost placed his arm across my chest, pointing down. I looked down and there was a tripwire. He followed it to the wall and disarmed it, he went first looking around and disarming traps.

“We will move tomorrow,” Shepard. I looked over at Ghost and he nodded as we kept moving forward. “We can’t stay here any longer.”

“Of course sir.” A merc said back.

Ghost looked in the room and nodded. Soap sent through the radio morse code that Shepard was here. “Go in, we will be down there.” Price said. Ghost kneeled in front of the doorway while I shot above him.

The three merc dropped and Shepard was reaching for a weapon but I shot where his hand would have been placed. He shot his hands up in surrender. “Get on your knees now!” Ghost yelled going around the table pulling him and the chair he was in out.

“You all finally found me,” Shepard said slowly getting on his knees. Soap came around zip tying his hands together. “What happens now Price?”

I took a small glance out of the door, as Price walked in. “I told you General that after I killed your dog you would be next.” He rested his arm on his gun looking down at him.

Shepard didn’t look too good, a beard starting out. He looked like he didn’t sleep or couldn’t, wearing some baggy clothes. He was starting to look like his age, then being kept up. I kept aiming my barrel right at him. If I kill him now my nightmares will be gone. He was the last of them.

“Why are you here General?” Price asked looking down at him.

Shepard laughed for a moment. “Why would I tell you that?”

“You have about 5 guns aimed at you,” Price looked over at me. “I am counting at least one of us wants a bullet in you.”

Ghost looked up at me, I ignored his stare just like the rest of them. “I could just let them kill you now,” Price sighed before leveling himself to his level. “Unfortunately your country wants you.”

“Of course,” Shepard smacked his lips. “Patriotic isn’t it? They want to see why I had to do what I had to do. I had to John you and I both know it.”

“We all make choices General,” Price said sounding even less convinced. “Why are you here?”

Shepard just shook his head. “John, I needed to be here, you know that.”

“Makarov.” We all looked over at Yuri. He was standing in the doorway. “You are here for Makarov.”

Shepard glared at him smiling. “A new member? Or just a little helper like the Los Vaqueros?”

Yuri looked at Price. “Give me a couple minutes with him alone,” I glared at Yuri. “I can get him to talk.”

“You gotta be kidding,” I whispered. “The captain can get him…”

“Cut it,” Price said looking at Yuri, before nodding. “Fine. 3 minutes that’s all you get.”

I still had my barrel at Shepard. “Sir all do respect at least one of us should be in here, just in case the General lashes out.”

“Looks like you need some sleep Allison,” Shepard said Soap, pushing him to be quiet. “How is sleeping lately?”

“Can it,” I said looking over at Price. “What if Yuri gets overwhelmed?”

Price thought about it before looking over at Yuri. “2 minutes, if anything goes south yell.” I snapped my head over at Ghost who was eyeing Yuri for a moment. “We will be outside.” Before motioning for us to leave those two alone.

We all stood outside of the room for 2 minutes but it was the longest goddamn 2 minutes. “Sir we should just kill him,” I said out loud, everyone looking over at me. “He is more dangerous alive.”

Price lit a cigar puffing on it before nodding. “I agree, the only problem is that the United States wants him back alive to give him a fair trial.”

“We could say there was a firefight. We had no choice.” Soap suggested mumbling it mostly.

Gaz sighed. “Unfortunately that would be illegal.”

“Illegal yes if we got caught.” I said, smirking.

Price shook his head. “We would,” He finished the cigar by putting it out, wrapping it back up and placing it in his side pocket. “We see it first hand, eventually your sins catch up to ya.”

Yuri opened the door shaking his hand then looked up at us. “I had to punch him.” Ghost walked passed him going to check on Shepard of course.

“Why was he here? And where is Makarov?” Price said placing his hands on his vest.

Yuri’s smiled faded. “Shepard thought he could become buddy buddies with Makarov. However, Shepard crossed him so Makarov is hunting him down,” Yuri explained looking behind him to watch Ghost haul Shepard out. “Now I don’t know where Makarov is now but in a couple of days, I know where he will be.”

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