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do u ever think about tommy having friends bc i need him to have friends i need them to team up with the 118 to get those idiots back together i need him to not be lonely both in love and in life too i need him to have someone who swings by his house with a cookie or a muffin some rando firefighter donated to a coffee shop (the barista said he'd tried three other shops before this one took pity on him when he said he bakes to avoid calling his ex-boyfriend... and after he unwrapped one and ate it in front of them to show that yes, they are safe, they're all labeled) because they figured he could use a little something sweet to hopefully brighten his day at least a little bc that man is so sad over his breakup still. i need that man to be LOVED in all ways and to have found his place in life at last
Itâd be nice, but in my head he has lots of acquaintances but no true âfriendsâ but maybe thatâs just me projecting lmao
I think he knows a lot of people from rescues and such that help him out when he needs something, because he does anything they ask whenever they call, but theyâre not people he talks to day to day.
I definitely donât think heâs close to his coworkers, not like the 118 is. I think heâs friendly with everyone at harbor, but theyâre coworkers and it doesnât really go beyond that.
I think he started going to karaoke trivia alone and has a group there that always puts him in their team because heâs good, but they also have families and lives so they only talk at karaoke.
I think he has some army buddies that come over for a round of Muay Thai but itâs mainly because they were injured overseas and this is a way Tommy gets them moving and using their body, plus heâs felt guilty all these years about how they got hurt so he thinks itâs the least he could do.
I think Tommy is guarded beyond belief, so much so that even if he did trust someone with his deepest darkest secrets, he wouldnât even know where to begin. So he keeps it inside, and when it builds up enough, well⌠thatâs what a punching bag is for.
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Ok It's rambling time! I think I like rambling into the void on here so I'll probably do it more often lol
It's amazing how easily music can flip a switch in my brain lol maybe detrimental to my inspiration but what can ya do!
I have playlists for AUs so I have this one inspired by Vicious by Bohnes where Prowl is a dancer at the Cybertronian equivalent of a strip club. He loves it. He's a bad bitch that will absolutely fuck you up if you piss him off.
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Here comes Jazz, he can't afford the club but he's a sneaky fucker. He's great at pickpocketing! He sees Prowl up there working the pole and is instantly smitten. He needs a night with this mech!
So he hits up the bartender, and of course it's Swerve. I love him so much and thought it would be cute if he and cunty Prowl were Amica. So Jazz is trying to get the deets on that sexy dancer and Swerve looks him up and down and is just... Shakes his head with an apologetic smile "She (I like the idea Prowl is gender fluid/non binary) will eat you up and spit you out, mech"
No one ever listens to Swerve though, despite the fact he's never wrong when it comes to Prowl. Jazz is no exception lol
Here comes Prowl, completely ignores Jazz as he tries to say hi like a love struck teenager, and plants a kiss on Swerve's cheek! Then, shoots a glare at Jazz and asks, "He bothering you?"
Jazz sputters "Wha-? So that's how it is? You coulda just said he's already taken-"
Prowl cuts him off with a scowl "What?â
"Sorry sweetspark, this mech's pining for ya. Tried to scare 'em off... But you know how they get," Swerve sighs.
"You're making him seem like a psycho!" Jazz squawks.
Prowl smiles wickedly, flashing fangs. "Maybe I am..." He grabs Jazz and kisses him fiercely, biting his lip in the process before shoving him away.
Lip bleeding, Jazz stumbles in a daze.
"You should run along now, little mech," Prowl purrs, watching Jazz like a predator. Oh he would absolutely devour this cute little mech. He could definitely ruin his life...
"Jazz, 'm Jazz. Do you uh... Take shanix for a uh, ya know..." Jazz asks with only a slight warble to his tone.
"Honey, I don't think you can afford me," Prowl smirks, looking him up and down again.
"H-how much for a night?"
"A night?!" Swerve cuts in. "You can't be-"
Prowl states his rates. (It's a lot)
Jazz deflates, knees nearly giving out. But he straightens up with a look of determination. "I-I can get it! I can! I'll be back!" He grins confidently and takes an abrupt leave.
Swerve just shakes his head. "Poor kid has no idea what he's getting into..."
"Mmm... He's quite adorable," Prowl's tongue dances over his fangs.
"You are a cruel mistress," Swerve chuckles.
Jazz manages to scrounge up the shanix. Even enough to get himself cleaned up before he returns. He's absolutely NOT prepared for the danger that comes with wheedling his way into Prowl's life. While Jazz is far from being a saint and has no compunction against engaging in illegal activities, Prowl is on an entirely different level.
One of these days, I will write this fic! I literally started conceptualizing it uuuuh, according to my discord notes, 09/20/2023! A year tomorrow lmao
#creature rambles#yet another au#i have like 30#Cunty Prowl#jazzprowl#writing ideas#i also need to draw cunty Prowl lol#he/she prowl#jazz has it bad#he definitely wants prowl to step on him lol#but he doesn't even realize it#he wants to tame/rescue her#hes the one that will need to be rescued lmao#ok I'll stop lol#Youtube
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no bc deadass the rescue bots are straight up mean as hell. like, they arent evil or immoral theyâre just rude. to the point where theyâre meaner than the decepticons ok like megatron kept avoiding actually gettind rid of starscream despite the constant murder attempts but heatwave was willing to get rid of two of the other bots (blades after he abandoned a rescue bc of an avalanche and blurr bc blurr). heatwave is more ruthless than megatron which is so damn funny. blades keeps insulting people for no good reason (sometimes it makes sense but like quickshadowâs accent and how she talks made him so upset). chase is harder to see but heâs willing to do anything to follow the rules and he tends to repeatedly bring up other peopleâs issues (i dont think i have to explain but like example is little white lies. that whole episode). boulder is very sweet most of the time but the instant heatwave gets in on it he does too. multiple times in the show this has happened (off the top of my head when blades got the scoop claw hw and boulder were laughing at him and when hw made fun of blades boulder laughed, also heatwave was saying blurr was super annoying and boulder agreed).
to be clear this is a good thing. i wanna see more complex characters who are still fundamentally good people!! you can be callous, have low empathy, be egotistical, get angry, make fun of ur friends and still make good choices and still help people. you at your worst and you at your best are still both you, but your worst being bad doesnât mean your best isnât good. especially because morality wise the rescue bots are the best people. i mean, they arenât war criminals (or regular criminals), they donât physically harm others, they donât put others at risk (at least not intentionally), and they literally had to pretend to be actual machines while risking their lives every day. these people who treated them as essentially slaves were who they had to protect. and they did it, over and over again, without hesitation. and i think they deserve to be a bit rude for that, and because their meanness comes from caring. if they didnât care they wouldnât bother to speak up and be heard, even if itâs in a disrespectful way. but they do.
anyways idk rescue bots brainrot and the concept of a fundamentally good society have been eating away at me.
#they love everybody so much that they snap so often#heatwave cares about his team. when he says someone needs to go its a big deal#because he cares about that member but he also cares about the rest of his team#one wrong move and theyâre dead. itâs life or death every day#he doesnt want to invite the day where death will be the winner#blades getting so pissed and confused by quickshadowâs accent and speech was so damn funny tho#i too am confused and pissed by the british#boulder being the nicest kindest most gentle bot immediately going away when heatwave decides to be petty is always delightful#âhmm this person is doing something funny/wrong/objectively dumb but everyone makes mistaâ oh? heatwave is making fun of them? count me in!#homosexual behaviour#heatwave makes people worse <3#chase bringing up the oldest shit to make a dig at someone is so silly#you make one mistake and years later heâs still bringing it up#looking at my tags as i write them and hwâs are so serious and everyone elseâs are like âlmao silly little guy says silly little thingsâ#rescue bots#tfrb#tfrb heatwave#tfrb boulder#tfrb blades#tfrb chase#transformers rescue bots#transformers
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The combo of York and the seraphim is too cute... they are getting their asses handed to them by cutie pies
#they made s snake paler.........................#i cant hate them.... sorry..... shaka shoukd have tried showing his face... try to out serve them... but alas....#now who tf is the three heades skull jolly roger#it looks like blackbeards boat tho. like a raft bc he started in a raft etc. i dont remember if we ever saw his actual ship later#kid pirates is such a weak name considering the fucking style they all have#like they have a theme.... the punk pirates at least... like damn....#the burgoisie pirates are part of shanks crew???!!! HE REALLY IS A TRAITOR!!!! A CLASS TRAITOR!!!!#THIS IS ALL THE PROOF I NEED. LUFFY!!!! BRING HIM DOWN!!! DONT TRUST HIM!!!#yasopp has some horrendous outfit like damn. there is no saving him#hongo???? lmaoo#shanks has info on all the pirates and is on the lookout for blackbeard... okay....#oh shanks is gonna be mad about that lmao#is he seeing the future??? jesus#so the strawhats gave kid and law the poneglyph in zou too???? like kid wasnt even there lmao#one shot đ#and then brogy and grogy for the fatality.... jesus christ shanks#KID GET UUUUUUUUUPPP#SHANKS!!!!!!!! IT'S ON SIGHT!!!!#like i dont even think luffy would approve like if he took the poneglyphs thats even more rancid like damn#and i say that bc he defended his crew okay but if they werent ready for the smoke then dont pull up!!!#and even after that the hokaku??? come on now#maybe it is bc of what shanks saw on kids info file... bc he has done some stuff (most of whag we havent seen....)#i may be coping and seething..... but i dont care.... shanks you are on my list.....#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 1112#blackbeard is going to egghead so garp is after them??? everyone is going to egghead??? or are they going to rescue koby first#how does this work i need the timeline
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#goodbye cookie i never met u but i hope the people who got u took care of u âď¸#robin needs a ferret friend so im stalking craigslist#was gonna message cookie's person today but woke up and the listing is down. lol rip#and theres like. NO others for single ferrets in a 1000 mile radius#the rescues nearby all have ferrets who dont like other ferrets#or there's like. pairs available. i dont want 3 ferrets at once lmao#literally the next closest ones on petfinder are in nebraska. sigh#the wait continues#sorry kid#bel speaks#if anyone knows anyone in oregon or washington who has a ferret theyre trying to get rid of--#preferably a young-ish one who likes other ferrets bc god damn does robin need an outlet#thats not working on his hops so he can escape his pen :////////
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It really makes me sick to see people giving money to penny weeklies when Franklin's expedition STILL has not been found đ There are good men out there trapped in unimaginable temperatures and literally all that's needed is a little more funding for another rescue mission yet all you guys seem to care about are your vulgar little stories...
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the franklin expedition is dead as hell
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Disgraceful thing to say but I'd expect nothing more from a M*lville fan
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Sorry for posting so much about Tom Gradgrind/James Harthouse from Hard Times lately. It turns out that I was getting arsenic poisoning from my wallpaper? Anyway I took a seaside stroll and I'm normal now. Check your walls y'all
#whyyy did i assume they were committing unlawful actions together like where did i even get that from lol #hard times isn't even that good by dickens standards tbh
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Just painted this
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RIP Napoleon... you may have been unable to conquer Alexander's Russia but you sure as hell conquered Alexander's bed
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How does this have less than 100k notes you could literally not avoid this post back in the 20s lol
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poets just aren't dying young in mysterious water-related incidents like they used to :/
#as useless and degenerative as i find 'the living poets' and i'm glad we're finally moving on from them #i have to agree with op in this respect
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I finally got a daguerreotype of myself ^_^ Porcelain urn for scaling
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i think i hauve consumption
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They found oil in the ground??? WTF. THIS IS LITERALLY THE WORSTTTT. FUCK MY LIFE FOR REAL THIS TIME
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I swear this website has 0 reading comprehension skills. Darwin NEVER claimed we "evolved" from apes like if one of you guys actually bothered to open his new book you'll see all his arguments are backed up by evidence. He actually makes a lot of sense
#sure there's nuance like i don't fully agree with all of it #but his general theory of natural selection seems pretty sound imo
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Of course these are the finalists lmao this website is so predictable. Anyway vote Heathcliff if you dont i'm going to assume you're a phrenologist
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It's not problematic to acknowledge the fact that Heathcliff was a brute like he literally killed dogs in case you forgot. #rochestersweep
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I love the implication here that Rochester never did anything cruel either. He literally locked his wife in the attic and lied to Jane about it đ like that was a pretty significant thing that happened
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And? God forbid women do anything
#why'd you have to pit two bad bitches against each other #anyway i'm not attracted to men but still went with rochester #bc in terms of living quarters thornfield hall > wuthering heights easily
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Not the Russian tsar dying immediately after hartgrind became canon
#i know dickens hasn't technically confirmed it yet but like. SOMETHING was strongly implied ok #see: my previous post #dickensposting
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LORD HELP ME. THE BODY LANGUAGE. THE WAY THEY'RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER. AHHHHHH
#this installment!!! im-- #dickensposting #i can't fucking cope #dickens wants to KILL us he wants us DEAD....
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Hi guys sorry I haven't been posting lately it's been so difficult getting to California đ I'm finally here now though just need to find a pickaxe and soon I'll be digging! :-) wish me luck lol
#gold #gold rush #gold rush grind #california #adventure
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you know what fuck it all ebony comes back on episode 3. i NEED them to have an awkward dorky reunion date at the carnival okay. i need it for my health
#by e3 ebony would've been at the crossroads for about 2 days and he got lost from trying to take down some crime rings lmao#he'd likely rescue arin and sora from dorama like right before lloyd shows up đ¤#ouhh the reunion......weh...#ESPECIALLY if i follow with that idea that ebony's hair has almost all turned silver after the timeskip. boy đ stop giving your life force#to other people đ your husband needs you stupid đ#talking about ebony is fun because there's one 16 seasons worth of lore that ive been cultivating since 6th grade. absolutely No One knows#what im saying đ i should do ask games for him at some point#liveblog: ninjago
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NEW BABY ALERT HIS NAME IS SCUTTLES
#because of the way he scuttles across the floor LMAO#the scuttlerrrrrrr#scuttlebug#orange cat#I thought about renaming him to Mr Peepee to fulfill my dream of owning an orange cat named that but the way he SCUTTLES across the floor đ#we rescued him three days after one of our 13 year old boys (mr aries aka my favorite) had to be put down#but the way he fell into our laps just tells it was meant to be#its been about 3 weeks and apollo is still angy we brought him home but the hissing has pretty much stopped !#scuttles needs to learn that apollos big fluffy tail isnt a toy lol
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I canât believe I went through all of Season 2 assuming Nina was the stand-in for Crowley when you actually pay attention itâs so CLEAR that sheâs Aziraphale. I was tricked by her spiky, sarcastic, cynical outer shell and lulled into a false sense of security by Maggieâs bubbly optimism and wholesome goodness, because on the surface they reflect the ineffable husbands perfectly, in their personalities, their aesthetics, even many of their actions and morals. but not, and this is the real key, when it comes to their ârelationshipâ. but those first impressions really had me damn fooled.Â
I missed the blatantness of Ninaâs âweâre just friends. actually weâre not friends. we barely know each other.â the same thing Aziraphale said in season 1. the way he still struggles to quantify their friendship when Nina asks. Ninaâs sarcasm when Crowley asks about rain and awnings because it worked for him (we all know it LMAO). hell, that whole convo the girls have in the rain is so AziraCrow (âI know. Iâm not your typeâ â...You have no ideaâ hits so much harder the second time, help meeeee.) âLindsayâ maybe being symbolic of Heaven and Aziraphaleâs toxic relationship with them and their abuse? (the handwritten text messages in red pen make me think of angry notes on paperwork, anyone else?) because Crowley has never actually cared about what Hell thinks of him, just not getting into trouble (or him or Aziraphale getting hurt). Maggie is always chasing Nina. NINA NEVER GOES IN THE RECORD STORE. Just like Crowley always goes to the bookstore, to Aziraphale, Zira NEVER WENT TO THE FLAT (apart from The Swap but that doesnât count imo). Crowley has always chased Zira, not the other way around. Always there to rescue him, always going to him for company, always relying on their shared connection, always US. OUR SIDE. All through season one, he comes to Zira every time to work together, never trying to work alongside Hell in any way that isnât to save their skins or Earth, while Zira hides things from Crowley because he STILL thinks Heaven is ultimately good and will do the right thing if he can just show them. fix it from the inside.Â
Maggie working up the courage to finally say something, to put herself out there, while Nina is utterly oblivious and then when she does realise Maggie has feelings, becoming standoffish, putting up that barrier, fighting it, denying it, ITS SO CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE IN THAT ORDER. the way I was fooled into thinking Ninaâs trust issues are Crowley because he does have trust issues ofc he does BUT Crowley has ALWAYS TRUSTED AZIRAPHALE. has always relied on him. has always been hurt when Aziraphale doesnât immediately reciprocate the way he expects (the holy water request, the bandstand, the âoff in the starsâ etc). heâs always the one putting himself forward. Aziraphale has always been the one to second guess everything, to fight their connection, their similarities, their friendship. the girls really made me think it was going to be okay when they sat Crowley down, even as my inner sirens were going haywire about Metatron interfering, they were telling Crowley he just needs to open up and itâll all work out BUT HEâS ALREADY AT THAT POINT. he may not say it, and by gosh is that part of their damn problem, but heâs always SHOWN IT. heâs not Nina who needs time to heal and recover from her broken trust, heâs always been Maggie believing it doesnât matter, theyâll end up together in the end anyway AND I WALKED RIGHT INTO THE TRAP THAT THIS MEANT THEY WERE GOING TO BE OKAYYYYYYYYYYY
#good omens#good omens spoilers#good omens season 2#good omens 2#GO2#GO2 spoilers#ineffable husbands#not me going to my basically unused sideblog that isn't GO related because I NEED TO YELL THIS SOMEWHERE#I mean outside of the relationship thing there are so many ways#that Nina and Crowley line up and Zira and Maggie#but the girls story isn't about them as people#it's about this relationship the boys are tryna push on them and what that relationship reflects about the boys#anyway I'm on my first rewatch for all the clue I missed#so I imagine I'll only spot more clues to berate myself about as I go#HOW DID I FALL FOR ITTTTTT#I can't believe I was so blind#OFC the Disaster Puppy Lesbian was Crowley#and OFC the Emotionally Abused Tortoise was Aziraphale
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About your language brainrot. I see your "Reader's writing can't match tyvat's long and flowery writing" and bring you "Tyvat isn't used to books over 50 pages long so a short story to the Reader is a whole dictionary to tyvat readers".
Seriously, have you seen how thin the books are? They don't wrote novels, they write short chapters formatted in the way really old stories are. As in, summarizing all the events down into one smooth story then adding a few quotes. Fanfiction writers are insane. They will willingly sit down and write hundreds of words at a time. To them, a proper modern day story of maybe, oh 10k words or so, would probably be like the Oddessy itself.
If we were to combine the two headcanons. It would end up as many historians being intimidated by this insanely long written scripture in the language of the forgotten.
I'm going to take this a step further and say that if the creator asked some people to proofread their things, it would establish a hiarchy of who is able to actually finish the book the creator read and who isn't.
NOW THIS, THIS IS MY FUCKING JAMMMM
I'm so sorry this is so old!! u probably all know this by this point that I've really slowed down as the year has gone on, but I graduated university and then got my first job so its been pretty crazy!
Sun:Â Reader (you/they/them)
Orbit:Â Headcanons-ish
Stars:Â dash of all the book/nerds of Genshin, heavy on Sumeru?
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing, 16+ Mature Audiences, Spoliers for Sumeru Archon Quests/Scaramouche, & Trigger Warnings: mention of shipping/characters shipping themselves with you.
Comment if any missed, please.
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FULL STOP.
THE AKADEMIYA, FONTAINE RESEARCH INSTITUTE, HAVE BEENÂ WAITTTINNGGGGÂ ON YOUR ASS LMAO
You fall from the fucking sky like a 5 star, or pop out of the Irminsul or whatever
and immediately are mobbed by scholars. LMAO jkjk (not really, bc that's what itâd feel like)
can you even imagine the dread older stories(âthe classicsâ to them), that was instilled in the poor students around Teyvat??
id like to think ur works are the most preserved over the thousands of years of Teyvat archeologists excavating them, in comparison to other authors (teyvat just likes you more, suck it William Shakespeare)
also, bc I cant resist language differences/world building I'm sorryyyy đ đ
the vocab of Genshin lang vs. ours, has significantly less vocabulary like their actual dictionary is 1/3 the size of ours type of energy
(Omfg all ur fanfics being considered like insanely long realistic romantic classics or tragedies like Jane Austen-level, and only the richest and biggest play companies put on plays about ur stories bc the script goes on for hours)
(ur plays only get put on for rlly big events bc of this, like Lantern Rite or like a Summer/Winter festival/your birthday, which is, yes, an international holiday)
dude the sheer power move of anything youâve written being essentially âJourney of the Westâ to them, like Damnnn.
endless like adaptations, plays, Teyvat-short stories condensing it, (THEIR OWN FANFICTION ABOUT UR STORIES)
the power is, in fact, going to your head every time another scholar both deflates at how long ur stuff is, but also lights up bc they get to read it
speaking of scholars⌠you know who snatched you up first. you know. you donât even need to read the next line.
Alhaitham.
sneaky bastard he is, absolutely manipulated, mansplained (and manwhored bc he knows heâs handsome, cheeky little shit) his way into getting you to sit down with him and interview you about both translating other classics, your own, giving your own analysis of others works and ur own, and picking ur brain apart of how/why you wrote urs, etc. its fucking endless,
Kaveh had to come rescue you bc u were starving to death after getting stuck with the Haravatat scholar in his office for nearly 7 hours of interrogation discussion about literature
and Alhaitham wasn't even nearly done, heâd informed you as you left that he already had another appointment for later conversation scheduled (how?? you don't even know ur own schedule??? you have a schedule???) and was looking forward to more of your âcreative and enlightening inputâ :)))
(youâre never going to escape him, not even Nahida herself can save you from his stubborn ass)
On another note, Xingqiu is quaking when you agree to autograph his copy of your stories (of which he has all hard covers of the first edition translations)
Zhongli/Rex Lapis is known for having a near-lifelong passion for searching for your works specifically, and learning how to translate them better into Teyvatian vernacular
like the same way he can absolutely speak on Rex Lapis facts/rocks/adepti info, is the same confidence he speaks about knowing ur work lol
(yes he did also ask for several autographs and another sit-down talk about the works, tho a lot more sneaky then Alhaitham bc he just casually gets u guys into it during dinner)
Barbatos/Venti has written some of the most famous songs based on your stuff, he has his favorites too,
but he always claims the best songs are any that have been written in the story, like either when a character sings something, or there are like quotes from songs ur fanfics are based on lol
(he also demanded to hear what they actually sound like from you, yes, you have to sing them for him lol)
Venti also can surprisingly drunkenly ramble the entirety of at least one of ur stories, like, word for word lmao
(Diluc gave in and did give him a drink on the house for that one, just once, Venti doesnât remember it lol)
(I forgot to mention, u guys still speak the same language, just like, different versions of it)
ur works being one of the few things all the Archons can freely talk about with each other, like itâs neutral ground bc theyâre all fangirling about it lmao
Furina and Neuvillette have had like,, fierce debates over the decades about character dynamics and the general drama of ur stories, theyâve gotten into it enough theyâve stopped talking to each other for a couple days a few times lol
Albedo, Sucrose, Kokomi, Yae Miko, Ei, Raiden, have read every single work theyâre gotten their hands on in Teyvat (it took them like a literal year or longer)
Albedo drew you fanart for every single story, bc heâs hyperfixated on everything related to you ngl,
Kokomi had commissioned smaller pocket versions of ur works (which later got popular thanks to Yae Miko) both the OG and the Teyvat shortened versions
THE HARBINGERS ARE THE MOST DOWN BAD LMAO
Childe has literally tried to recreate battle scenes from ur works lmao
and gets especially riled up about fighting someone who resembles any characters from them (esp villains, what a cutie)
You cannot fathom the amount of research throughout Teyvat that has been secretly or indirectly funded by Pantalone/Tsaritsa
from the experts to analyze them, to funding play companies to act them out, to actually excavating places to get more of ur stuff unearthed
(the Harbingers absolutely are the first group of people that got to read several of ur stories first bc of this, like the worldâs most exclusive secret book club lol)
Scaramouche used to clown on Childe all the time about how he was too impatient to even âsit down and read the Kingâs classicsâ, and he was downright insufferable when he found out about Tartagliaâs habit of recreating battle scenes/that being what motivated him to fight sometimes lol
that being said, Wanderer surprisingly never forgot ur stories.
Even when his memories were wiped for a bit, he found comfort in these fantastical epics still sticking around, even when his old names did not
(he mayyyy or mayyy nottt have secretly namedhimselfafteroneofthetragicprotagonistsherelatesto- )
oh btw, Nahida also found joy and comfort in ur stories when she was trapped, they also helped her literally grow as a person bc she had ur stories to help her sort of process the world/what life was like outside of her dreaming prison đĽşđâ¤ď¸âđŠš
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ANYWAY FULL TONE SHIFT LMFAO-
the ABSOLUTE SPIRAL-RED-STRING-CONSPIRACY-THEORY-BOARD ENERGY IF THIS WAS A BLUNT LANGUAGE AU LMAOOOO
like specifically how Teyvatians like to give all the context ever thru their words, but older deities/beings like you just do simple phrases that can have deeper meanings (whereas teyvat just explains all the meanings behind their words)
STOP thereâs like an official display at the Akademiya and Fontaine Institute of red string theory boards đđ (look what youâve done to themmm LMAO)
for like every story of urs, INCLUDING THE FANFICS STOP
IMAGINE THE SHIPPING WARS IF U EVER WROTE ONE THAT WASNT EXPLICIT OR LIKE ONE OF THE MAIN ROMANTIC INTERESTS HAD CHEMISTRY WITH OTHER CHARACTERS HAHAHAHAA
that's actually what Akademiya scholars argue about the most viciously, itâs like politics you canât just bring up ships from ur stories casually in regular convos đ
(poor Cyno has to deal with a shipping war once a year bc someone always makes the mistake of reading ur work for the first time (without being told to not talk to others abt ships lol) and it starts an all out brawl in the cafeteria every time LMAO)
Also yes.
Cyno is a fanboy.
(he has read Creator x Reader-insert fanfiction.)
(As have most of the characters mentioned, and those not lol)
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(I'm gonna make a whole Creator x reader fanfic post one day i stg lmao)
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an iced coffee? for me?? :0
ok but real talkâŚ
wtf do you guys wanna see for new years!!
i didn't do a inktober/october days thingy bc i felt too unprepared (and bc id wanted to post that 1000+ followers eldritch au for Halloween)
but now i kinda wanna, at least for a few days :o
ill post a poll in a minute, so check it out!! but still, please feel free to comment some ideas here! :)
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Wild ride
"Damn, Y/N," he murmured, running his hand through your mildly tangled hair. "You're something else."
You smile, feeling utterly sated and content. "And don't you forget it, cowboy," you reply, planting a lazy kiss onto his bare chest.
Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 5206
Summary: Tyler comforts you through a panic attack after a storm. He then rescues you from your fight with Javi. You take a drive to a hotel and then things get very heated.
a/n: this is entirely a reader insert to the movie bc I thought it would fit so perfectly. Also this is the longest oneshot Iâve ever wrote lmao đ Hopefully you enjoy!
When you moved to New York it wasnât just to get away from the place where your friends all died. It was because you couldnât live there without feeling guilt about being the reason everyone was out there to begin with. The shame and guilt was burning you, inside and out. All for what? What did it get you? Nothing. If you couldnât tame a tornado you were going to do everything in your power to help people prepare and get out before it was too late. So when Javi came to you asking for help with storm par, you wanted to tell him no. You wanted to say that there was no way you could ever possibly go back not after what you did.
But when he was explaining how they would be making a perfect 3D scan of the tornado and how it can be used to help save lives, you knew you had to help. He was right. You could get him close enough to the tornado in order to set up the portable units.
As time passes you find yourself more intrigued by the self proclaimed âTornado Wranglerâ, whatever thatâs supposed to mean. At the same time though, heâs frustrating. Like all he cares about is chasing the storm and making money instead of realizing how much damage these things cause.
âJavi, we have to help.â You say sternly as he keeps talking about the stupid sensor. âJavi! Itâs a small town, theyâre going to need all the help they can get, we need to help.â He sighs.
âAlright, alright. Iâll look for it later, okay?â You press a hand to his arm gently. âYou made a good call. They really do need our help.â Javi pulls off to the side of the road, taking the keys out. You quickly leave the truck and go off to help.
We worked through the afternoon, finding lost heirlooms, important documents, and small mementos that people had thought were lost forever. Each time, their faces would light up with relief, and Iâd feel a small sense of satisfaction, knowing I could make a difference.
The sun had broken through the clouds, casting long shadows over the town. The cleanup was far from over, but the worst was behind us. People were starting to talk again, making plans to rebuild. There was a sense of hope in the air, fragile but growing stronger with each passing minute.
Youâre watching Javi and Scott interacting with an old guy and someone who lost their bar. Your eyebrows furrow as they offer him a card. âDidnât know storm par was in the business of helping people,â you hear the familiar cowboyâs voice ringing through the air.
âWell, from what I see theyâre trying to make a difference.â You turn to look at Tyler, wrapping your arms around your upper body.
âThatâs one way of putting it,â he narrows his eyes while looking behind you at Javi.
âWhat?â you clench your jaw.
âDo you even know who youâre chasing for?â, his voice raises slightly. âHow much more do these people got to lose before yâall are done making a difference?â His face tightens as he grinds his teeth slightly.
âSorry, says the guy setting up shop selling t-shirts and mugs after a stormâs hit.â You turn around before he can answer. Pulling the keys Javi gave you out of your pocket. Right as youâre reaching for the door, Lily yells your name.
âHey, take some food,â she hands you a brown takeout box and a water bottle.
âOh, I donât have any cash on me,â you give a half smile.
âItâs okay, thatâs why we're always selling shirts and mugs, so we can help give people food.â You shake your head as your eyes widen slightly.
âThen you should keep it, in case you run out.â She hands you the water bottle.
âAt least take the water, stay hydrated.â You nod and tell her to stay safe.
Once you get back to the motel you quickly take a shower. Sitting down on the bed with your laptop you look up âMarshall Riggsâ you bite down on your cheek, your eyes closing after you read up on him. Pinching your nose bridge you let out a sigh, closing the device.
Thereâs a knock at the door, you get up slowly and open it. âSome of Javiâs crew said you were staying down by the rodeo.â You donât say anything in return so he offers you a small pizza box. âThought you might be hungry,â you take it and shut the door in his face.
You reopen the door, âThank you, Tyler.â He smiles sweetly.
âHow are you doinâ, after all that?â Your head nods softly. âHow about I show you something nice, city girl.â He offers you his arm.
âAnd whatâs that?â Stepping out of your room you close and lock the door before taking his arm. He doesnât reply but instead leads you to the stadium at the rodeo. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the dusty rodeo grounds. The air buzzed with excitement and the scent of grilled food, mingling with the earthy smell of the arena. Families filled the bleachers, kids waving flags and clutching cotton candy, while seasoned rodeo-goers leaned against the rails, hats tipped low, eyes sharp with anticipation.
As the night wore on, the rodeo continuedâsteer wrestling, bronc riding, and more, each event bringing its own excitement and challenges. The crowd cheered, laughed, and gasped, caught up in the spectacle. In the arena, cowboys were competing in the team roping event. Dust kicked up as the horses thundered forward, riders expertly casting their lassos around the horns of the steers. The crowd roared with approval when a duo managed to secure a flawless catch, the announcerâs voice booming in congratulations.
âSo tell me about yourself city girl,â Tylerâs voice is low and gentle.
âYou know you keep calling me that,â you turn to him, â but this isnât my first rodeo, I grew up here in Oklahoma.â Turning back to the events in front of you.
âWould you look at that, I finally learned something about you.â His lips curve up as he admires your side profile.
Back behind the scenes, in the holding pens, a few of the seasoned ranch hands started to glance nervously at the sky. They could see it nowâa line of dark, swirling clouds on the horizon, moving faster than seemed natural. A wind had picked up, too, sharper and colder than it had been just minutes ago. But the rodeo continued, the excitement and noise drowning out any sense of unease.
A leaf falls onto your head, you reach your hand up into the air as you watch the leaves fall around you. âTyler, the air feels heavy, this isnât right.â
In the ring, the next event was starting: the barrel racing. A young girl was about to make her run when a sharp crack of thunder boomed overhead, so loud it momentarily drowned out the announcer. The crowd murmured, looking up at the sky as the first raindrops began to fall. But as she rounded the first barrel, the wind hit, strong and fierce, whipping dust and debris across the arena. The rain intensified, turning into a heavy downpour that sent people in the stands scrambling for cover. The announcer tried to keep up the energy, but his voice was lost in the wind. In the distance, a low, ominous rumble filled the airânot thunder this time, but something far more menacing.
There's barely time to react before the rodeoâs emergency siren began to wail, a long, shrill warning that sent a chill down everyoneâs spine. People were running, some heading for their cars, others diving for the nearest ditch or sturdy structure. The craze of people began pushing and trampling one another, Tyler quickly grabs a woman who fell. He helps her up to her feet and guides you toward the hotel youâre staying at.
âThere! Letâs check for a basement,â you nod as you both run inside. Thereâs a couple arguing with the clerk, youâre checking around for a doorway that might lead to a basement. Tyler tries to ask the man working the front desk but to no avail. âOutside, thereâs an empty pool.â You yell to Tyler, âwe can try thereâ he nods and you begin leading the young mother and daughter out the door, Owenâs and the man follow close behind. Once you get the mother and girl down you jump in. Directing them toward the open piping. âHold on there, cover her head.â
You grasp onto the pipes holding on tight as you feel Tylerâs chest pressing against your back. He keeps his hands tight around the bars, he keeps himself tight against you making sure you donât move.
âYouâre gonna be okay, keep holding on. Iâve got you. Iâve got youâ heâs whispering into your ear. You tightly squeeze your eyes shut feeling as though youâre being transported back to the day when you lost everything.
It started with a flutter in your chest, like the faint rustling of wings. You tried to ignore it, chalking it up to nerves, but the flutter didnât go away. Instead, it grew stronger, spreading through your body like wildfire. Your breathing quickened, shallow and rapid, each breath feeling like it wasnât enough, like there wasnât enough air.
It started with trembling hands, and then your whole body followed, shaking uncontrollably. Feeling lightheaded, as if the ground beneath you had suddenly disappeared, leaving you suspended in a void. My chest tightened, squeezing tighter and tighter, making it even harder to breathe.
As quickly as the storm had begun, it passed over. Tyler wraps his arms around you. âY/N? Is everything okay?â Your body continues to shake as you canât seem to breathe. âItâs okay, just follow my breathing,â he turns you around so your face is in his chest.
âDeep breaths, in and out,â Tyler gives gentle directions as he rubs his palms over your arms.
âI think Iâm okay now..â your voice is soft and hoarse as you choke the words out. His cold, rough hand gently brushes the hair from your face.
âYou look like youâve been through hell tonight.â He says, while helping you out of the pool. You stifle a small laugh in response. Boone and the rest of his crew come up to the pair of you, asking if youâre both alright.
âY/N, baby. Are you okay?â Javi appears behind you, his hands gently pressing into your hips as he pulls you into a tight hug.
Tyler feels a pang of jealousy as he watches Javi slide his hands lovingly around your hips and pull you into the hug. He tries to shake the feeling, reminding himself that itâs not his place to care. Still, he canât help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over him.
âI came as soon as I heard,â his eyes filled with worry as you looked up at him. âWhere did you hide out? The pool?â You just nod in response, finding comfort in his arms. Javi keeps repeatedly asking if youâre okay, running his fingers through your hair and resting one hand on your waist.
âYes, Iâm okay. Itâs okay,â you pull away from him, giving a soft smile. âI was with Tyler the whole time, he made sure I was okay.â He nods but his eyes flicker behind you.
âJavi, your little girlfriend is fine, now let's get to work.â Scott says loudly, catching the attention of Tyler and Lily. âApparently this place was family owned so Iâm gonna start working on numbers. Riggs is gonna want those first thing.â His voice and face are both emotionless and cold, sending a slight shiver down your spine.
âWait wait,â you hold onto his arm. âWhat exactly is Riggs getting out of all your data collection?â
âWhatâs the matter?â He scratches his neck and awkward expression flashing over his features.
âIs profiting off of peopleâs tragedy part of your business plan? Why are you doing this?â You pull away from his body.
âRiggs is offering these people a way to move on with their lives.â He takes a step back from you, his voice raising slightly.
âSwooping in and taking advantage of people, who have just lost everythingâ you take a deep breath to steady your shaky voice âYou have no idea what thatâs likeâ
âI donât know what thatâs like?â His fist clenches âHow about losing three of my best friends while you were trying to land a big fat grant for your science project?â
Your eyes fill with fresh tears as you look up at him, lip quivering. âTake your keys, Iâm done.â You toss them at his feet walking off as fast as you can. Finding yourself drawn to Tyler and his wrangler team.
Tyler witnessed the whole exchange, and his protective instinct flares up again. He watches you stomp away from Javi, a mixture of anger and concern etched on his face. He notices the tears in your eyes and the wobble in your lip. He steps forward and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. âHey, sweetheart. You okay?â
âCan you just take me somewhere please?â Your voice trembles while Javi yells after you. Asking you not to leave like this.
Tyler shoots a warning glare over his shoulder at Javi before turning back to you. âOf course, darling. Anywhere you want to go.â Owenâs voice is soft and soothing, a stark contrast to his rough exterior.
He gently takes your elbow, steering you away from Javi, and his crew. Tyler leads you over to his Truck in the parking lot where the motel once was, his hand still on your elbow. Tyler opens the passenger door and guides you onto the seat, shutting the door before making his way around to the driver's side.
A sigh escapes your lips as you relax into the seat. You softly massage your nose bridge keeping your eyes squeezed shut as a tear escapes one of your eyes.
Tyler watches you silently as you try to regain your composure. He can sense the pain and hurt radiating off of you, and he wishes he could take it all away. After a few moments, he breaks the silence. âHey, look at me for a second.â He puts his hand on your knee rubbing small circles into your skin.
You open up your eyes, turning to look at him. Your lip still quivering slightly. Tylerâs heart aches as he looks into your tearful eyes. He reaches out and gently wipes the tear away with his thumb, his rough hands surprisingly tender against your face.
âHey, you donât need to worry about anything right now. Youâre gonna stay with me tonight, okay?â His hand travels down your cheek as he leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Before he starts the car he reaches into the backseat pulling out one of his hats, putting it on with his signature smile.
âYou know, you deserve way better than that,â he turns the keys in the ignition. âYou can do way better than him anyway.â You giggle while brushing your teary eyes.
âDo you think Javi and I are a couple?â Your once sorrow filled eyes light up with your laugh. A small smile tugs at the corner of Tyler's mouth as he watches you laugh. The sight of your smile warms his heart, and the pang of jealousy eases a bit.
âI mean, he seemed pretty possessive of you back there. And the way he was touchinâ up on youâŚâ he lets his voice trail off, his jaw clenching slightly at the memory.
âDonât tell me that makes you jealous,â a small smirk decorates your lips. You lean closer to his side, turning your body to further face him.
Tylerâs breath hitches as you lean closer to him, a wave of electricity coursing through his veins. He tries to keep his cool, but the hint of possessiveness flickers in his eyes once again.
âJealous? Me?â he scoffs, trying to convince himself more than you.
Your eyes light up âOh youâre totally jealous,â you brush your fingers over the skin on his arms, moving your hand to meet his.
A shiver runs down Tylerâs spine as your fingers travel along his skin, his heartbeat quickening at your touch. He tries to maintain a cool demeanor, but the flutter in his chest gives him away.
âJealous? Of that jackass?â, his voice a little rougher this time. He looks down at your hand in his, noticing how small and delicate it looks against his own, rough and calloused hands. He swallows hard, fighting the urge to interlace his fingers with yours.
âIs that so?â You interlock your fingers with his as you lean over to kiss his temple. âItâs okay to be jealous, just tell me you donât like seeing other men touching me,â you whisper into his ear, your voice filled with amusement.
Tyler takes a sharp breath as you interlace your fingers with his, his hand clamping tight around yours. âIt does make me jealous,â he admits, his voice a gravelly whisper. His free hand squeezes the steering wheel, the muscles in his arm flexing tightly. âAlright, I donât like seeing other men touchinâ you.â He brushes his thumb over the top of your hand.
A blush quickly rises up your face as you squeeze his hand firmly. Resting your head against his shoulder you bite down on the inside of your cheek. âAre we almost to a hotel?â Your heart races as you feel the muscles in his arm flexing.
Tyler glances out the window at the passing scenery, trying to distract himself from the feeling of you resting against his shoulder. He clears his throat before speaking, his voice still low and rough.
âWeâre almost there. Just a few more minutes.â He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, the gentle movement betraying the tension in his body. He canât help but steal a glance down at you, taking in your blushing face and the way you bite down on your lip. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and press his lips against yours.
Using your free hand you run your fingers over his thigh, letting your mind wander as you think about your plans for the night. Trailing your hand closer and closer to his hips teasingly.
Tylerâs breath hitches as you run your fingers along his thigh, his body tense as you trail your hand closer to his hips. His mind starts racing with impure thoughts, visions of you pinned beneath him, your skin against his. He swallows hard, his muscles tensing further as he tries to control himself.
âYouâre playinâ a dangerous game, you know that?â his voice low and rough, almost coming out as a growl.
âYeah?â You run your fingers over his golden belt buckle, âI like dangerous games,â your tongue poking out as you lick your bottom lip.
Tyler swallows hard when you touch his golden belt buckle, his body shuddering under your touch. He shifts in his seat, trying to hide the effect youâre having on him while also struggling to keep his eyes on the road.
âOh yeah? How dangerous are you willing to go?â he asks, his voice thick with desire. He glances down at your tongue on your lip, his eyes darkening as he imagines what it would feel like against his skin.
âThat depends, love,â you press soft kisses into his neck, moving your hand from his, resting it on his chest. âHow far are you gonna wanna go?â Your eyes flicker to the hotel sign as the truck pulls into the parking lot.
Tyler lets out a shaky breath as you pepper kisses along his neck, his heart stuttering at the feeling of your lips on his skin. He places a hand over yours on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart thundering beneath your touch.
âDamn, darlinâ, youâre really testing my limits right now.â he manages to say, his voice a growl. âBut if it were up to me Iâd go as far as youâd let me.â
He looks out the window as the truck pulls into the hotel parking lot, his mind racing with all the possibilities that the night holds. He leaps out of the truck running to your side to open the door for you.
âWell, you better hurry up and find us a room then,â you shut the door behind you. You pull the hat from his head, placing it on yours.
Tyler watches you stride ahead of him, his eyes drinking in the sight of his hat sitting on your head. He adjusts his jeans, trying to hide the stiffness growing in his groin as he follows you up to the hotel check-in desk.
âYouâre a damn tease, you know that?â he mutters to you as he gets the room keys from the attendant. You flash him an innocent smile as you step into the elevator.
âBut youâre too cute when youâre flustered.â Looking up at him you press both hands against his well-built abs. You slip your thigh between his legs as he reaches for the buttons on the elevator, pressing into his groin.
Tylerâs breath hitches at the feel of your hands on his stomach, his muscles flexing under your touch. His heart nearly pounds out of his chest as your thigh brushes against his stiffness, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the contact.
âJesus, darlin'...youâre gonna be the death of me.â he pants, the words thick with lust. He struggles with the elevator buttons, his hands fumbling as his mind becomes increasingly clouded with need.
You stand up on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear âThatâs the plan,â. You move one hand up to his jaw, pulling his face to yours. âAre you gonna kiss me yet?â You mumble.
Tyler swallows hard as you tease his ear with your hot breath, his body growing taut with desire. He looks down at your face, his gaze fixated on your lips as you speak. The words send a shiver down his spine, his restraint slipping by the second.
âYou want me to kiss you, darlinâ?â his lips hover just above your own. He runs a thumb across your lower lip, his eyes darkened by lust.
âTyler, I want you to do much more than just kiss me.â Your arms wrap around his neck as you press your chest against his. âPlease,â you breathe out. The elevator dings as you get to the floor of your room.
Tylerâs control snaps at your words, a low growl escaping his lips as you press against him. He grabs your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you close, the pleading tone of your voice nearly undoing him.
âDonât gotta ask me twice, darlinââ He mutters, his voice low and gravelly. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you out of the elevator and towards your room. You giggle into his ear while he unlocks the door.
Tyler grins at the sound of your giggles, his chest rumbling with a satisfied chuckle. He kicks the hotel door open, his eyes locking on the queen-sized bed in the center of the room. He sets you down on the edge of the bed, towering over you as he places his hands on your thighs. You both kick your shoes off really quickly before getting back to it.
Your hand goes to the back of his neck as you pull his face to yours. You kiss him with hunger. Your free hand sliding up his shirt as you feel his smooth abs.
Tyler groans deep in his throat as you pull him towards you, his body responding instantly to your touch. He devours your lips with a primal need, his tongue exploring your mouth as he presses his body up against yours. His muscles twitch under your hand, fire spreading through his veins as you glide your fingers across his abs.
âGoddamn it, Y/N⌠you're makin' me crazy.â he gasps, his voice thick with desire. He kisses you again, his hands roaming up your thighs, tracing the curves of your body with rough yet tender caresses.
Your hands trail down his abdomen, landing on his belt buckle once again. Your fingers fumble with his belt before successfully pulling it out. Breaking the kiss you quickly remove your shirt, throwing it to the corner of the room.
âMm TyâŚâ sucking on your bottom lip as you lean back on your hands while looking up at him seductively.
Tyler sucks in a sharp breath, his body tensing under your touch. Once you remove your shirt, revealing the soft skin beneath, his gaze trails over your body, his eyes darkened by lust. He watches you lean back on the bed, your eyes locking with his in a sultry gaze.
âMmm darlinâ...â you sit up and pull him closer by the loops on his jeans, his strong legs coming between your own, spreading them apart. Lifting up his shirt you press kisses all over his tanned skin.
He reaches his hand out to touch your exposed skin, his fingers gently tracing your collarbone. âThen why donât you do something about it baby?â You ask in a low tone.
His hands rest on your waist, pulling you closer as you spread your legs even wider for him. âOh baby, you don't know what you're gettin' yourself intoâ he whispers, his voice rumbling with need.
He suddenly grips your hips tightly and flips you onto your back, his body hovering over yours as he pins you against the bed. Reaching up you pull his shirt over his head almost moaning at the sight of his toned body.
He smirks as he watches your eyes rake over him, his ego growing at your reaction. âYou like what you see, Y/N?â He asks, his voice rough with desire as he looks down at you, his body pressing against yours.
âMost definitely,â you capture his lips in a deep kiss, maneuvering to put him on his back, straddling his hips. Moving back you unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. Pulling the pants off his hips you smile to yourself as you see how worked up you got him. Your hand slips into his boxers wrapping around his length.
He lets out a guttural moan, body arching into yours at the contact. âOh God, babyâŚâ he gasps, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a string of curses. Tyler's sharp intake of breath was your reward, and you relish in the feeling of power it gives you. He grips the bed sheets tightly as you pull his dick out, wrapping your lips around the tip.
âFuck,â he moans as you pull off and sit back on the bed, making sure your teasing antics continue. All you really want is for Tyler to take complete control and you know exactly how to make him. With slow, purposeful movements, you remove your bra, freeing your breasts and running gentle hands over your own body, nipples hardening under your touch. Then you sit back, pulling your panties off, giving him a show.
Tyler's breathing quickens, his desire palpable. "Damn it, Y/N, you know what I want," he said, his voice thick with need. "Stop teasing and give it to me."
A slow, seductive smile spreads across your face. "I'm not teasing, Tyler," you say, reaching for his hand and placing it on your thigh. "I'm just getting started." Guiding his hand, you slowly part your legs, exposing your wet, eager pussy to his touch. Tyler's fingers delve between the folds, his touch both gentle and demanding. You moan, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze your eyes shut, your head falling back while you relish in the sensation.
"That's it," you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as your eyebrows furrow with pleasure. "Touch me, Tyler. Make me cum." Your voice comes out in a gentle beg.
Tyler's other hand joins the first, exploring your most intimate places, his thumbs circling your clit as he plunged his fingers into the tight hole. Your hips buck as you begin riding his hands with waves of pleasure crashing over you.
"Yes, just like that," you pant, your body trembling. "Oh, God, Tyler, don't stop. I'm so close."
Tyler quickens his pace, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel you fall apart."
With a sharp cry, you climax, your body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure rips through your entire body. Tyler continues working his magic, drawing out your orgasm and prolonging the exquisite sensation.
Finally, as the waves of pleasure subside, you collapse into the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch a breath. Tyler hovers over your frame, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of triumph and desire.
"That," he said, his voice raw, "was just the beginning. Especially after all of that teasing you did,â his voice low and sultry. Tyler's lips curve into a devilish smile as he positions himself between your trembling legs. In one smooth thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. Moaning at the stretch, your body welcomes the invasion.
Tyler begin to move, his hips driving into you with a rhythmic pace. Meeting his thrusts, your nails digging into his back as you urge him on. The bed creaks in time with their passionate dance, the sound of your guysâs passionate gasps and moans filling the room.
"Harder, Tyler," you moan, your body craving much more. "Fuck me harder."
Tyler obliges, his movements becoming more urgent as he plunges into you again and again. The room echos with the sounds of your carnal coupling, the air heavy with the scent of sex.
Your body coils tight once more, climbing towards another orgasm. "I'm gonna cum again," you cry out, voice hoarse. "Don't stop, Tyler, please don't stop."
Tyler grunts his response, his own orgasm building. He reaches between their bodies, his fingers finding your slightly swollen clit and rubbing it in circles. It was all the stimulation you needed, and with a shout of release, you shatter into pieces, juices flooding around Tyler's hard cock.
Feeling you contracting around him, Tyler finally let go, thrusting deeply into you. Moaning into your ear as he spilled his seed, filling you with his warmth. You both cling to each other, breathing coming in ragged gasps as the two of you ride out the waves of your shared ecstasy. Collapsing onto the bed, bodies still joined, Tyler rolls onto his back, bringing your exhausted body with him so laying sprawled on top of him.
"Damn, Y/N," he murmured, running his hand through your mildly tangled hair. "You're something else."
You smile, feeling utterly sated and content. "And don't you forget it, cowboy," you reply, planting a lazy kiss onto his bare chest.
a/n (again): sorry just wanted to say that Iâm working on making some more twisters smut, but i also have top gun maverick smut if yâall wanna check that out đđ
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PR Stunt (Only, Right?) | Sukuna/M!Reader | Teaser!
#NSFW in full, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, Sukuna owns a body shop, reader is a performer, kinda meet cute, ABO dynamics, mpreg, yes there are always babies involved because i love dad sukuna, surprise baby, sukuna is a dickhead (what else is new), teaser not edited lmao
Note: This is just going to be a one-shot since it's already pretty much completed, just need to finish off the tail end and then go back and edit. Wanted a break from writing the other stories for a bit, so I hope you'll enjoy the full story when it's out
tags: @better-imagination-9 @better-imagination-9
âDid you sleep with (L. Name) (F. Name)?âÂ
The question caught Sukuna off guard; normally, Uraume didn't inquire into his personal life in regards to who he had and hadn't slept with. They were a friend, yes, but moreover they were the bookkeeper and helped with securing clients and arranging meetingsâcelebrities and their managers were fucks that Sukuna didn't like negotiating with. Best to leave the yapping to someone with a cooler head.
âWhere the hell did that come from?â Sukuna asked as he rolled out from under the newest commissioned vehicle.Â
Uraume walked to him, iPad in hand, and turned it to him, stone cold.Â
Sukuna sat up straighter and squinted at the screen, annoyed. Youâd probably just made up some salacious rumour and spread it throughout your friend circles; or worse, you wanted revenge on him for something he probably definitely did. In that case, Sukuna could somewhat understand. But stillâ
(Name) putting on weight? Whatâs happening to the former bombshell babe of Japan?!
Pregnant with a baby boy?! The secret's out!
(Name) returns to the stage after giving birth to a baby boyâbut who is the father?
(Name) driving a Ryoumen Sukuna rescue vehicle?! Could he be the deadbeat dad we've been looking for?
Sukuna sucked his teeth after skimming over the article titles presented to him.Â
â...No proof.âÂ
âAh. Then please explain this,â Uraume requested, still polite as ever, as they flicked to an additional few images the scumbag paparazzi had caught of you.Â
One was the car mentioned. Sukuna remembered it like it was yesterdayâthe joy of restoring a Porsche 911 back into its former glory was unmatched. You happily paid for all the parts and too often swung by to see the progress being made on the old thing. Obviously, Sukuna was more than happy to oblige.Â
The next was of you holding a little nugget of a baby against your chest as you walked down a street in Shibuya. Nothing too damning, nothing too inspirational.Â
But the last oneâ
âThe fuck?â Sukuna mumbled as he snatched the iPad from Uraumeâs hands and zoomed in on the now-toddler sitting with you in that damn Porsche, grinning brightly beside his mum while you ruffled his hair. His very, very pink hair.Â
Sukuna took a breath while he thought. He didn't have to think too hard, though, not when he still dreamed about you and the short-lived fling between the two of you.Â
âA Porsche 911, huh?â Sukuna grinned as he looked over the beat up, rusted beater of a car. He could still see scraps of its former glory, of the beautiful thing she used to be. Heaven knows she would've become an irreparable hunk of junk if you hadn't bought it from a scrapyard.Â
âYep.â You beamed. âSo you think you can make her pretty again?âÂ
âYou kidding? I'd pay you to let me fix this thing, baby.â Sukuna caught sight of your security stepping forward, but you waved them off without a second thought.Â
Sukuna smirked. âBut itâs not gonna be cheap.âÂ
You nodded. âWell, do what you have to. I'll pay whatever you need, handsome.âÂ
âYeah?â Sukuna asked, looking your neatly-manicured appearance up and down; you were dressed like you were meeting someone of great importance (and you were, obviously), with your hair groomed perfectly, outfit fit for a premiere, skin flawless.Â
âMhm. And I tip well.â you looked him up and down in kind, grinning as you bit at the nub of your sunglasses.
âDone.âÂ
Every time you came to check on his progress, genuine excitement flooding in your motormouthed Words, you'd go home with him and fuck him silly.Â
And now, you were the momma to his baby. Allegedly.Â
âIâso what the fuck does this have to do with anything?â Sukuna ran a frustrated hand through his hair after Uraume took the tablet back. âBitch isn't asking for anything, he's not asking me to be his public fucking baby daddy, not asking me to pay for nothing?âÂ
âNo,â Uraume conceded, âBut he and his PR managers have reached out concerning this.âÂ
The man groaned and stood. âFucking hell. Can't stand fucking PR teams. Thw fuck did they want?âÂ
âThey want to make a statement about Touma's father.âÂ
Sukuna froze.
âTouma's a good name for a boy, right?âÂ
You asked the question so suddenly, so out of nowhere in the quiet of the afterglow. The city lights sparkled and winked at you both through the towering windows keeping you safe from the outside world. In hindsight, Sukuna would wonder if the city was excited for him. For you.Â
âWhat, for a mutt?â Sukuna drawled, puffing on a blunt while he played with your hair and drowned in the tingles left in the wake of fingers drawing circles on his bare chest.Â
âFor a kid,â you chastised With a laugh. âI like Touma. Or Touka for a girl. Ayato's nice, too. Maybe Kazue.âÂ
âYou better not be pregnant.â
âI'm not, I'm not. I'm just getting baby fever, I guess.â You hummed and left a sweet kiss against his tan skin. âI guess being around a big, bad boy like you's got me feeling domestic.âÂ
Sukuna laughed, dazed and happy. âYou wanna ruin this pretty lilâ body for a fucking kid? Be my guest. Just don't come looking for a booty call after you've ruined yourself like that.âÂ
âOh, don't worry,â you cooed. âI won't.âÂ
Man. Man.Â
âA statement.âÂ
âIn other wordsââ
âI'm not the fucking father.âÂ
âThis might be a good way to get Yorozu off your case,â Uraume suggested, and Sukuna perked up.Â
âRight. She fuckinâ hates kids.âÂ
âSo, if you were to have a son, and it's revealed you've been quietly trying to make things work behind the scenes with (Name), then hypotheticallyââ
âI'll take the runt.â
#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x male reader#sukuna x m!reader#sukuna x you#jjk x you#male reader insert#male reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen reader insert#jujutsu kaisen x male reader#jujutsu kaisen x you
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The Most Profane & The Most Beautiful | Leviathan Torture Card | React | Spoilers
So, from my understanding the week of all Saints Day (after Halloween) the devils get weak and the angels are stronger (this lasts for seven days)
Prior to MC being summoned Levi was having hallucinations of his old peers that were with him in the Devil Camps in heaven
Levi's condition is getting worse, and the nobles talk about it. A funny thing is Glas assuming Foras tends to Levi's bed (meaning he's instigating that they bump uglies) and I was likeâŚ.Glas pls. It's almost like you're jealous
So his final dream before his disappearance, is of Orias and the other devil children from the past during the fire at the camps, Orias doubting that Levi would save them and Levi is convinced he can
A note I wanted to add is maybe MC forgot or this story is different from the Bloodshed Card lore, because if ya'll remember Barbatos explained that each devil would hang themselves if something happened to Levi and I'm sure this is mentioned in other cards too (his Bath one iirc) but them being thrown off by Glas reminding them of that and why they can't reveal he's not in Hades atm had me shaking my head but yeah I guess the devs don't carry over certain details from the other cards for MC to remember and treats each card story as if MC is hearing it for the first time.
Us finding out Levi doesn't sleep well because he's too busy thinking about who MC is fucking is wild. Pls sleep Levi.
SO we get some Selaphiel content! He went after Orias to lure Levi to Heaven. Odd, since I figured Orias could handle a cherubim but I guess not.
Oh he's hot. (sry, Levi)
So Selaphiel here is literally getting off on the thought of tormenting Levi. His strategy is to keep him there and eventually Hell will crumble due to his absence. Why? Because Levi is the most strict when it comes to the rules of Hell, without that structure everyone else is doomed. (Huh. Never thought of it that way but I guess Levi is in fact the glue that holds everyone together strategy wise. He did train Sitri after all)
Beleth calls Foras "Cotton Candy boy" btw and I think that's funny as hell
So we're in Niflheim meeting up with Beleth because MC and Foras need his help. They're discussing the details in Belphie's room is knocked the fuck out lmao. Ofc they are nervous that he'd overhear but yeah nah he out out. Ni ni.
Two things: Beleth likes snacks if you come to him with something to do, SecondâŚapparently he claims Lucifer wouldn't of been able to help. Now that's interesting. The fact that Foras and MC didn't go to Lucifer either was probably for "avoiding the kings" reason. But this leans into my "Lucifer is an anti-hero" theory. Stayed in Hell because he didn't agree with his brother's methods, but doesn't go out of his way to mess up Heaven either. Some of us saw this in the preview for the new area of Dark Sanctuary where the Kings were explaining that Lucifer wouldn't show up to help them take care of the Seraphim.
Now with Beleth's help, MC can learn how to act like an angel and infiltrate Heaven to rescue Levi. He is unable to do it himself and any other devil for that matter because of their weakened powers. Apparently MC ain't getting' no sleep either.
Important thing to mentioned about what I said about certain lore carrying over. They did in fact mention Levi's bath story and that MC remembers that. I guess it slipped their mind about the other details. This leads me to believe that this Torture card happens right after his Bath Card > Bloodshed > Torture. I say Bloodshed because that event happens on Halloween.
????????!!!!!!??!?!??!!?!??!??!?!?!??!
I would so be down to swallow Foras cock and take backshots from Beleth a n y d a y (Foras ofc is very possessive he ain't sharing it seems. Not nicely anyway)
B e l e t h
*screams, throws something, punches the air* S TO PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP he call me sugar.
So sweet.
(that is a reference to a songâŚa song probably I only listen to in this fandom lmaoooo)
Something is purring, and it ain't Beleth.
So after some training, dang it MC you and your one track brain memorizing porn starsâŚ(idk what that's for tbh but if Beleth said it's good enough it is) we meet one of the 72 which I can't wait to get a formal introduction to him. Zepar! He's going to turn MC into an angel as a disguise
Zepar has rules: Don't take off the talisman on his forehead. Don't ask questions about where he's from. Don't use the word master around him. Don't touch any joints on his body. He has more rules but it's too long to recite them lmaoooo I hope we get the full list later cause I wanna know the rules of interacting with him.
Funny thing again: Beleth cut open his skin to give angel's blood for the ritual needed for MC's disguise. Zepar said one drop was enough and Beleth is like "damn you should have said that" and then Foras does the same, knowing a drop is enough but he just wanted to one up Beleth. (he's been acting catty this entire time lmaooooo he really is such a diva when it comes to impressing MC)
It took goddamn 14 hours to complete the ritual with Zepar and he made Beleth and Foras stick around. Not because they were needed but because he didn't want to be alone. I would kick his ass lmaoooooo (Beleth was about to)
So they mentioned MC's skintone changingâŚ..I don't like that LMAO ya'll ain't taking my melanin hell nah. It better stay there during the transformation.
Damn. Hold up let me slide in your DMsâŚ.
This angel's name is Jophiel. Due to the sprite placement next to Beleth it was assumed that he's either floating or flying but in the CG he looks shorter than Beleth so idk what his height is. I just know he's fine too like hey hey quick threesome before I go? Yeah? In the open is fineeeee
No threesome though. Apparently there's a thin barrier between Heaven and Hell where either can't cross. Sitri explained it to MCÂ once.
MC is rank 9, the lowest angel that no one remembers. I wonder if that means the little creature lookin' ones are part of that lowest rank or just familiars that help the humanoid angels
And Jophiel caught MC btw fucking up already. They walked instead of using their wings. Angels don't make a sound when they walk, ONLY using their wings. The fact that he let it slide and whispered this to MC means that he knows what's up and is doing Beleth a solid. It's intriguing how Heaven bends rules like that. This would be considered double-crossing. But I mean he came down to Hell to speak to Beleth anyway soâŚ.YOLO
MC manages to find Levi before the execution ceremony but seeing him in anguish and hung up by chains on display as he replayed his traumatic past in his head made them rage with jealousy. Their disguise drops, feathers and all. All Saint's Day is overâŚso devil powers are back in full throttle! But it's not enoughâŚ.Michael shows up.
But it's Orias to the rescue! Yeah the path to Heaven for him wasn't easy but he got two angel souls out of it so let's go.
Orias attacking Michael wasn't enough though, it takes MC enticing Levi to snap him out of his state. Ya'llâŚthis part was just me being like "Ah classic MC." Nothing too out of the ordinary just them being themselves as per usual.
So a personal thing for me is the transition from deep angst lore to horny. I was in the zone seeing action and thrill and then suddenly "Damn I'm getting wet from looking at that outfit Levi is in." WhichâŚidk to me maybe that transition makes sense for MC but for me since I was in the moment I was like ?????? Why are we horny? Oh yeah this is a 18+ game okay ._. LOL
All this damn commotion and MC just lickin' and suckin' on Levi. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to show his nips on here full monty but phew they were something elseâŚ.it's because of the chain and nip rings not sure if that would trigger anything for the flagging bot.
I'm sorry ya'll but something throbbed.
Anyways.
A new monster Levi can summon btw. New to us but most likely not new to the powers he has. I hope we get more lore on this monster in the future.
Yay Levi is saved, takes MC home and fucks them for hours. Let me tell ya'll a little secret about my thing with LeviâŚ.
I like it when he gets mad and puts us through the mattress asking if we're going to do things with other men and being possessive during. Because antagonizing him makes him more rough and I personally call myself a theoretical brat. The way I'd tell him "Yeah I'm gonna shake my tits and ass for everyone even if you've fucked me to mush" and see what he does. That's when I don't mind that envious attitude of his.
BUT YEAH that's it ya'll. For the story. Those are the summarized parts without giving the entire thing away. These were the important points for me. Personally the story being 90% angst, training, and lore with a dab of sex at the end was really what I personally think is worth paying $60-$75 dollars for in terms of a exclusive card. Yes, it's the KingsâŚand it sucks that good stuff like this is paywalledâŚbut at least they gave us something different other than 5% story and sex sex sex sex. I know ya'll were here for that but phew does it get tiring after it being so one dimensional, ya know what I mean?
MC does a thing for X King, they meet, they fuck, MC is either dominating or dominants at first then switches. Cum everywhere. End. I'm sorry LMAO that's how I've been seeing most of the sex with the L cards so farâŚlike at least with this card I had plot with porn. FinallyâŚ
Story rating: 9.5/10!!!
I didn't give a full 10 because the abrupt transition to horny and the mention of MC's skintone changing to what I assume is a paler tone when there's literally Beleth and Jophiel that have at least some melanin to them.
 I'm now wanting Satan's Torture card story to see how they write that one. Which I am HOPING TO FUCKING ALL IS GOOD IN THE UNIVERSE that we get some more in depth Satan lore. Like please.Â
Small tidbits from his chats and date story btw:
Levi kept the disguise outfit that MC wore to heaven, MC is only allowed to wear it for him, vise versa with his outfit he got from Heaven
Levi was upset that he was "lied to" because MC told him they'd sleep in the other kings beds and he's been waiting for them to do that (okay??? LMAO)
Foras reports everything to him. E v e r y t h I n g. You can't even take a piss without Foras reporting it.
There's dildoes weren't originally called that in Hell/Heaven which is why no one knew what MC meant by the word dildo (HA I WAS RIGHT)
109+ is considered an adult in Hell and is a valid age restriction apparently for sex websites in hellâŚ.
I think Levi's threats are mostly empty based on how he speaks with everyone. Because if he truly wanted to kill anyone for sleeping with MC he would have done by now. Lol
He actually thanks MC and made them custom sex toys to remember the event byâŚwe got a whole thank you from him. Praise be.
MC and Levi discuss jealousy, especially when they are particularly jealous of how whenever someone looks at them they see Solomon, their ancestral grandfather instead of them. They feel Levi is amongst the few who truly see them separate from that. Also, apparently MC can't even look at the ceiling without Levi accusing them of thinking about someone else. I find that hilarious.
And fin~
Now if Levi isn't your fave, I think Satan is next? So I'd stay tuned and expect the story format to be the same! I ofc didn't share the full story here as per PB's warning so there are things I intentionally didn't bring up that someone else may reveal or share. (shoutout to my mootie moot for sharing this story with me!!)
As always, thank you for reading, stay awesome and lovely. -your lovely adminnn âĄÂ´ď˝Ľá´ď˝Ľ`âĄ
Oh to be taken to pound town by these two.
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anyone here seen the show Resident Alien?
bc holy shit am I obsessed with the portrayal of 30-something women, their solidarity, feminism, friendship, and fun and self-expression! GODDD I did not realize how BADLY I needed to see a tv show actually depict (attractive but not "bikini models" by any means) adult (and admit they're adults, real adults not 20 yr olds) women as human beings with deep complex personalities and relationships, who really stand with each other despite being flawed humans who do sometimes hurt each other, who are silly and goofy and get into shenanigans bc oh my god WOMEN CAN STILL HAVE FUN AFTER TURNING 30.
Especially later in season 1 and in season 2 (I'm still on s2), there's just so much female badassery and solidarity that I love. there's also a gym workout scene in s2 with my favorite character D'Arcy and tbhhhh that scene is đ¨đĽľ Like, my wife said "this scene was definitely filmed by a lesbian, right?" đ It really did feel like celebrating an attractive woman build muscle without the typical male gaze-y lens. it actually focused on her flexion, facial expressions, sweat, flushing, yk, the things we are supposed to pretend women don't do even while vigorously exercising.
this same woman leads her friends on a drunken midnight raid of town hall where they review the town budget and discover they're paid less than the men. cut to the entire group of women (one of whom is the mayor's wife) standing in the mayor's bedroom in the middle of the night, standing over him and informing him "no, this isn't a nightmare, what the fuck is wrong with you, pay us fairly" like?? holy shit lmao. D'Arcy then proceeds to RENT A HELICOPTER to drop fliers all over town telling women about this and encouraging female solidarity in fighting back. this barely scratches the surface of her character's feminist heroics. in another seen she cuts the brakes on her best friend's abuser's truck and sends it down a hill in front of him, before telling him she'll happily kill him if he gets near her friend again. it's just so much fun to see. she also rescues herself and 2 others from a crevasse in the glacier by climbing 30 feet in a storm with a broken wrist. oh and shes a FORMER OLYMPIC SKIER bc fuck you
I've actually been very impressed with this show in a number of ways. they have a young girl character whose family is Muslim, and the writers seem to want to critique Islam while being aware that they have to avoid performative liberals picking up on this too much. so at first I was a bit đ thinking they were going a certain way with the character, but they ended up sneaking in a lot of critiques of Islamic patriarchy. they keep surprising me.
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wildfire (cs) | four.
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âsummary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; thatâs how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. heâs a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailingâ until it wasnât. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you closeâ his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.
âpairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader
âgenre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, eventual smut
âword count:Â 5.4k
âchapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, oc is getting whiplash from prof. choi's lab culture lmao, very vague/general descriptions of mice research work, prof. choi to the rescue fr, Â lots and LOTS of tension, yes i promise the ending counts as foreshadowing because shit will hit the roof in 5!!
A couple of days later, you and Sunwoo are finally putting the newly built behavior rig to use. A couple of days later, you find yourself becoming way too distracted by Professor Choi.
A couple of days later, Sunwoo is asking you to text your professor about some mice issues?
"Can you do me a favor?" Sunwoo pouts. "Pretty please?"
"What?" You tease and cross your arms.
"Can you take a picture and text it to Professor Choi? Ask him if it's okay to move forward with the vet's recommendations for the mice?"
"Text him?" Sunwoo looks at you and nods, flashing you Professor Choi's number on his own phone screen.
"We usually text him if it's something really urgent and needs his attention."
"You guys don't just do this in a Slack chat or something?"
"Trust me, he's probably the worst with Slack. I don't even think the guy has it downloaded on his phone so it's easily accessible." Sunwoo chuckles. "Y/N, I promise. It's fine. I'm not setting you up for trouble." You let out a small sigh and pull out your phone to take pictures. You're not really sure why you're hesitant, it definitely was a thing in Professor Bahng's lab, too. You're probably just used to the older cohorts of professors that required everything to be sent through email, Slack maybe. The new wave? Definitely a bunch of texters.
you: hi professor choi, this is y/n! i'm with sunwoo and he asked me to send this picture to you of one of our mice. the vet said he's really sick and we should go with a different treatment plan for it. it'll cost a little more if we do, but it should help get the mouse back on track. can we move forward?
San is paused mid-workout when he gets your text, sweat dripping down from his forehead when he zooms into the picture, analyzes a bit and lets out a sigh.
prof. choi: yes please!
you:Â got it!
prof. choi:Â could i trouble you and sunwoo to make sure there aren't any other sick mice?
you: of course! sorry about that. âšď¸
prof. choi: all good, it happens! no need to apologize for anything. thank you. âşď¸
prof. choi:Â also, can you have him charge it to our outreach account? he'll know and could probably pass along the finance info to you.
you:Â of course!
prof. choi: đŹ
"He said it's fine and to charge it to the outreach account." Sunwoo raises his brow.
"He answered you already? I thought we'd have to make rounds in this room before he responded."
"Yeah?"
"Jeez, what's the trick? I feel like I have to bombard him sometimes."
"I literally just got here, I have no trick." You laugh.
"Sure." Sunwoo laughs and shrugs it off. "Anyway, sounds good! Thanks. Let's go take care of these mice and make sure the rest are fine."
"He said that, too."
"Figured! Always gotta be one step ahead of him. That's the only way to survive here." You laugh and follow Sunwoo deeper into the mice room, looking through the rest of the mice to make sure none of them are as sick. You help him wean a couple and split them into different cages, the last half of the walkthrough consisting of making sure everything else looks good. When you get back to the basement, you spend a bit of time helping Belle before starting on the first half of your behavior experiment with Sunwoo. It's a lot of work spent in a dark room, surrounded by bright computer lightsâ time moves quick, but your energy drains quicker.
When you finally catch a break after the past few hours of working alongside of Sunwoo, you wander down the halls to head to the bathroom and get a snack. You freshen up after relieving yourself, feeling a bit icky after being in a stuffy room, the stuffy basement, all afternoon. You prance over to the vending machine down the hall, grabbing some peanut m&ms to munch to satisfy your sweet tooth. Just as you turn the hall to walk back towards the office, Professor Choi walks out of one of the rooms, damn near colliding with you once again.
"Woah, hey. Sorry." He says, his arm out in case of any minor collisions.
"You're good, Professor Choi." He smiles, eyes shifting down to the bag of m&ms in your hand.Â
"Sweet tooth?"
"Need some sugar. Been cooped up with the rooms with Sunwoo."
"You're gonna take a break, right?"
"I will." You give him a toothless smile. "Sorry about texting you earlier. Sunwoo said it was fine, but I don't know. I still feel bad somehow." Professor Choi laughs before shaking his head.
"It really is fine, I promise you Y/N. Especially in that case. You can text or call me for emergency purposes." You pause, unsure how to respond. "I mean it."
"Okay, okay." You chuckle. "I will." He smiles at you before clutching his laptop close to his hip and checking his watch.
"Good. I'll see you later, gotta run off to prepare for this symposium with Professor Bahng."
"Symposium?"
"Mhm. He's leading one next month."
"Are you doing a talk?" He nods.
"Yeah unless he boots me out of the agenda for whatever reason." You giggle and shake your head. "You'll be there whenever it happens, right?"
"Yeah, of course. Can't miss that."
"Good answer." He smirks. "And Y/N?"
"Mhm?"
"Hope that's not gonna be dinner for you. Don't skip meals on me, please." You silently nod, waving him off before turning on your heel to head back to your desk.
That same evening, you have never been so grateful for having listened to a professor. It was such a tiny detail when Professor Choi told you to save his number for emergency purposes, and here you are experiencing said emergency purpose.Â
You were wrapping up your behavior experiment in one of the lab rooms, excited to finally leave the small room and the darkness behind. You had set your mice down on the cart, taking a few notes on an index card to jot into your lab notebook later onâ which, you probably shouldn't have left your notebook in the office area in the first place. You needed to reference something mid-note-taking about the mouse's behavior, but you couldn't. When you decided to run out and grab your notes, the door handle flew off and locked you inside.
Fuck.
You tried your best not to panic, but the room felt like it was closing in on you with how small the space was. How dark the room was, felt like it was getting darker by the minute despite the computers giving off light in the far corners. Trapped between these behavior rigs and the gazillion computers, microscopes and lasers. There was no way to re-attach the handle, or so you couldn't see any possible way, and there was nothing that could help you unlock the door from the inside. The worse part of it all is that none of your texts or calls to Sunwoo are going through due to the sucky ass service in the basement, and you know he's busy doing some neuron culturing off in the wetlab room nearby.
He's definitely not checking his phone, and he's probably not going to check on you anytime soon.
Your mind immediately goes to Professor Choi next. It could be a long shot, but you decide to pace the room, hoping the call could go through at some point. This could be considered an emergency purpose, right? He wouldn't think you're silly for contacting him because of a door handle, no?
You definitely should save the facilities and security numbers, too.
"Hello?"
"Oh. Hi!" You're wide-eyed when the call actually goes through in this one spot of the room, Professor Choi's sultry, deep voice picking up on the other end.
"Hey Y/N. Everything alright?"
"Um, no? I'm kinda embarrassed to say this but I'm stuck in the W072 behavior room. The door knob inside flew off so I can't even open the door." He smiles to himself before letting out a small breath.
"Sorry, yeah. That door's been having major issues. I'll have to ask facilities what's going on with that. I'll be over in about 5 minutes."
"I'm so sorry. I really am embarrassed, I hope I'm not pulling you fromâ"
"You don't need to worry." He chuckles. "You're not pulling me away from anything. I could use the break anyway. Be there for you soon. Hang tight for me, hm?" You bite onto your bottom lip and nod as if he can see you.
"Mmkay. Thank you."
"You're welcome." And with that, the call ends. You're awkwardly sitting on the computer chair in the dark room, nothing but the sounds of computers whirring in the background; sounds of the mice scrambling around their cages, a little desk lamp and the computers the only source of light. You barely have service down here, and you're eternally grateful the call actually went through to Professor Choi's phone.Â
You'd be stuck here until Sunwoo decides to randomly pop in, if he randomly pops in. Until who fucking knows when, really.
Professor Choi arrives within that 5 minute mark, and he startles you by the way he swings the door open. He's wearing a Stussy shirt and jeans, sporting that same, dimpled smile of his that you're finding is becoming a weakness for you.Â
"Hey you." He says. "You okay?"
"Yeah, thank you." You stand, the broken door handle in hand. "Uh, I have this?" He laughs before wedging the small trash can in between the door frame and the door itself.
"Let me see." He says, gently taking the door handle from your hand. You watch from behind as he crouches down to see if he can temporarily re-attach the damn thing. I mean truthfully, he is also trying to look useful and attractive in front of you somehow. Even though he doesn't know what the fuck is going on. "Uh." He hums, making you giggle.
"Maybe you should leave it for facilities." He turns to you with a playful glare.
"Saying I can't fix it?"
"I mean, doesn't look like it." He playfully tuts and stands, setting the door handle aside. "We might both get stranded here."
"That wouldn't be too bad, now would it?" He looks at you with such a shit-eating smirk, it causes you to shy away and release eye contact before you break. "But, you're right. There are things I'm better off with and that's not fixing door handles." He pouts and you shake your head.
"We can't always be great at everything, Professor Choi." You tease.
"Yeah." He lets out a small laugh. "Were you finished in here?"
"Uh, yeah. I just need to put the mice away." You lazily point at the cart behind you with a few cages sitting on top.
"Let me help."
"Oh no, I promise, I'm okay."
"I wanna." He slips on some gloves and starts dragging the cart towards the opposite end of the behavior room where the mice are housed. They sit behind blackout curtains and on ventilated shelves, some sitting a bit higher up that require a small step-stool to reach. You start setting the cages into their open spots in the middle row, but the last three need to be placed on the very stop shelf. "Where do these guys go?"
"Up there." You point and he smiles, grabbing two of the cages for you.Â
"Got you. Careful, your head. I'm gonna reach over." He says from right behind you, his long arms reaching above to slip them into the open slots. You freeze, eyes watching him grab the last cage and slip it onto the shelf. "Good?" You turn to face him. He's still standing in the same position, not giving you much room to work with in this tiny corner.
"Mhm." You look up at him and god, does he like looking at you from this angle. "Thank you, Professor Choi."
"You're welcome." He matches your soft tone. With how close you are, you can smell his cologne lingering in the air.Â
"You're always coming to my rescue."
"I don't mind. I'd do it again if I needed to." He ticks his head to the side. "Gotta give Sunwoo a little talk about not taking care of you properly."
"He's doing a very good job, I promise." You don't know what the hell comes over you, but you tap him against the chest lightlyâ and you almost lose it. First, out of embarrassment, but second, because of how firm his chest felt. You knew he worked out, but damn; you were wondering how well built and toned he actually was. He doesn't do anything, though. He's still looking at you with a small smile etched on his lips. You can tell he's having a slight internal debate on whether or not he should also tease and play around.Â
He knows he can't. Doesn't mean he won't.
"Oh yeah?" He starts as he steps a little closer to test the waters. His eyes are flicking across your features as if he's trying to study you and study you well. It's a bit obvious he's itching to do somethingâ brush your hair back, put a hand on your waist. Something, anythingâ
"Yo, you all good in there?" You hear Sunwoo's voice at the door, causing you to abruptly step aside and wipe your sweaty palms down your pants. "Oh shit, woah! Professor Choi out in the wild! What's going on?" Sunwoo fully steps into the behavior room and places his hands on his hips, San giving off a hearty laugh at his comment.
"The door handle flew off." Is all you say while pointing at it sitting on the edge of the table. "I tried calling and texting you but none of them went through. Professor Choi had to come save me." Sunwoo nods nonchalantly. Luckily, it doesn't seem like he thinks anything is strange or odd. Definitely didn't catch you two being only inches away from each other, damn near pressed up against one another. You're curious as to what Professor Choi would've done next, and now, you may never know.
Welp.
"The hell did you do?" Sunwoo laughs. "Just started and already breaking things?" He teases.
"You know that door's been an issue since forever." San chimes in.
"I know, I'm just teasing." You roll your eyes. "Anyway, are you all good in here?"
"Mhm. I uploaded everything onto the server."
"Sweet. I'll take a look in a bit." You watch Sunwoo as he starts to leave the room, grabbing your notebook and laptop from the other table before following suit.
"Thank you again, Professor Choi." You give him a cute smile that he finds himself admiring, being last to leave the room.
"Of course, Y/N. I'll come save you any time you need me to." You let out a small laugh before shaking your head and catching up to Sunwoo. He bites onto his bottom lip as he sheds off his gloves and tucks his hands into his pockets, letting the both of you be as he heads back into his office. Once he's inside, he lets out a hefty sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose because fuck.
He needs to control himself better.
"Fuck." He finally says outloud, slightly stressed over you and those pretty eyes.Â
Pretty lips.Â
Pretty smile.Â
He plops back down onto his office chair, shaking off the thoughts before proceeding to check his inbox and review his final draft of the progress report. He needed to find any distraction right now; his thoughts, judgment even, slowly being clouded by you.
âFLASHBACK
"I think I'm getting this all wrong." You rest your head on the library table, reviewing your journal club presentation lazily.
"Why do you think that, Y/N? The way you interpret the paper is gonna make sense to the lab. Journal club is meant for you guys to build off of it and have a discussion." Jiung continues to work on his homework across from you.
"I know, I'm just nervous for some reason."
"Then just send your email to Professor Choi to see if he'll go over it with you. Give you peace of mind." You sigh.
"Yeah. He's probably gonna be so done with me after the past few days." Jiung snorts.
"Imagine if he hadn't saved you." His laugh grows. "How the fuck would you have gotten out?"
"I'd like to believe that Sunwoo would have at least checked on me." He nods.
"Yeah, maybe. Glad you're okay, though. What did Professor Choi say?" You shrug, completely [and obviously] leaving out the details about the close moments you've had with him.
"Nothing. He just came to get me and that was it." Jiung nods silently, giving you the opportunity to type away on Outlook to send Professor Choi an email.
From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Hi Prof. Choi, Do you have some time to go over the paper I chose for journal club on Monday? I just want to make sure I'm getting the format and processes right. Here's my presentation attached. Best, Y/N
You minimize the window and continue to work on other things, hoping you can meet with Professor Choi and talk about it soonâ
To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Sure! We can go over it tomorrow if you'd like? 11am good? - San
"He responded." Jiung hums as a response.
"Nice. What did he say?"
"We can meet tomorrow to go over it."
"See, that's good! I'm sure it'll be fine, but at least you can get Professor Choi's input for your first journal club." You nod.
"Yeah. Hopefully it is fine."
âEND
You take your knuckles to the surface of Professor Choi's door, giving it a good two, three soft knocks before you hear a faint 'come in' from the other side. You swing the door open, finding Professor Choi diligently typing away as he sits at his desk. His brows are tightly knit together, and he's wearing a simple white button-up; but today, he's got black glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.
"Hey Y/N." He says. "Sorry, give me a sec. I just need to respond to this email really quickly."
"No worries." You sit on the couch. "Take your time." His lips curve into a small smile just as he types away, then clicks to send it off.Â
"Alright. Hi." He smiles his usual, dimpled smile, black strands framing his forehead. "How's it going?"
"Good. How about you?"
"I'm alright, can't complain." He chuckles. "So, you wanted to talk about journal club? I checked your powerpoint and everything seemed fine. What's wrong?"
"I just feel like I'm not getting it right."
"Why do you think that way? You know, journal club is for us to discuss the paper as a lab. You don't have to get everything right, Y/N."
"But, still." You pout and San almost melts into a puddle in his seat. Fuck, he thinks. This is gonna be difficult. "I just wanna make sure I'm at least getting the process or the concept of the paper correct." Professor Choi stands and walks around his desk and it's your turn to internally lose it. He's got on black slacks but they fit him so wellâ his outfit fits him so well, you don't think you've ever seen someone built so.. perfectly.
"Wanna walk though it?" You barely hear the question as your eyes continue to [subtly] glaze over his figure, and he surely catches on.
How much more obvious can you be?
Well, how could he not know how attractive he is? Him and his friends are a consistent, hot topic on campus.
He's so damn fine. He knows it.
"Y/N?" He leans back against the edge of his desk, snapping you out of your thoughts. He's got a leg crossed over the other, arms crossed tightly against his chest. His head is tilted while he watches you, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips while you shift your eyes back up to meet his. You're sure you aren't seeing things. You're almost positive Professor Choi's subtly feeding into this, right? "Lost you there?"Â
"Yes. Sorry." You purse your lips together. "Got distracted."
"Hm." He hums, licking his lips. "Over what?"
"Nothing." You smile and shrug it off like it's nothing even though it clearly isn't. He knows, and he's not entirely mad about it one bit. It's a relief he's not the only one; question is, who's gonna be the first to break? San knows he can't, and it's a game he hates to play.Â
Doesn't mean he won't.
"Didn't seem like nothing."
"Swear." You stand to walk over to the whiteboard on his wall, grabbing a colored marker to start doodling out your thoughts for the journal club paper.
"Lying to me again?" He teases.
"I would never lie to you, Professor Choi." He chuckles, coming behind you as you continue to write.Â
"That's nice to know. I hope you know you can tell me anything, though." You pause, letting his words marinate. No, you don't know that. You don't think you can tell him how fine he is or how much you wanna jump his bones, not at all.
"I'm just confused." You continue your writing. The statement goes for a couple of things: the journal club paper, some of the data that you and Sunwoo have from recent behavior work, Professor Choi himself. "I need to know if I'm understanding it correctly." You point to the board, slowly turning over your shoulder to look at him. "I don't wanna misread anything." He subtly bites onto his bottom lip before stepping closer and taking the marker from your hand, drawing a huge circle around your writings.
"You're not." And for San, that statement can also go for a couple of things: your overthinking, the way you feel silly for questioning your understanding of the paper, you. "If it's one thing I can tell you Y/Nâ it's to not overthink and question every little thing. You'll waste time doing that when you've had it right all along." He looks at you and gives you one final reassurance: "You're not misreading any of this."
"Okay." You respond softly, eyes shifting to his lips and back up to his almond-shaped eyes. For some reason, this no longer feels like it's about the paper. For some reason, it feels like he's telling you he's on the same page, like he wants you just as bad as you want him. For some reason, you no longer feel like you're just delusional and in your feelingsâ even though, everything about this is completely wrong and against the code. It could fuck everything up for the both of you.
But, you don't care.Â
He doesn't either.
"So, tell me again." He clears his throat. You watch his adam's apple bob when he swallows, capping the marker as he sits back on the corner of his desk and looks at you. "What's your understanding about their process?" You continue to write on the board, explaining your understanding of the paper. Professor Choi continues to sit closely behind you, nodding in agreement as you talk him through it. He saw your presentation and he didn't find any flaws with it; he's not sure why you're second guessing yourself when you did everything correctly.
You've done everything perfectly.
"Y/N." He says lowly, almost near your ear. "You've got it down. Don't second guess yourself."
"I can't help it."
"Trust me, don't. You'll make it more complicated than it needs to be. That was perfect. Your presentation was great."
"Should I fix anything?"
"No."
"Professor Choi. Are you lying to me now?" He chuckles.
"Is that what you think of me?" He's fighting with himself, closing his hand into a fist to fight the urge to tuck your hair behind your ear. He continues to keep his eyes on yours, though. "You know I could never do that."
"I'll take your word for it." In the end, you've gotten the reassurance you felt like you needed, you yearned for. But, in the end, you've also grown more confidenceâ enough to believe that Professor Choi was in the same boat as you. Because he is, he just can't say it out loud right now. This has nothing to do with the lab. His work. Your rotation, your projects.
This is all about you, and just you.
"Good." His tone drops before he checks his phone. He lets out a sigh, a small frown growing on his lips. How the hell did 30 mins go by so fast? "Shit. I gotta run to another meeting." He says softly, eyes quickly shifting around you facial features. "Is it okay if we continue this on the phone later? Just to make sure you've got everything before journal club on Monday?"
"S-sure." You quickly look at his lips, back up to his eyes. "Yeah, sure."
"5pm okay for me to call?"
"Dinner time for you?"
"Mm, not really. Dinner is whenever I feel hungry." You chuckle and nod. "What about you?"
"I can eat after."
"Okay, 5pm."
"Thank you, Professor Choi."
"You're welcome." He smiles toothlessly, watching as you carefully walk past him and grab your things. Again, he fights the temptation to pull you by the waist and press you flush against his bodyâ
Doing things only he can imagine in his head.
"Are you walking out or are you doing a Zoom meeting?" San forces himself to snap out of it, lowly clearing his throat as he walks around and plops onto his computer chair.Â
"Zoom. Talk later?" You smile before waving, leaving San to his peace. The tension in the room feels like it's finally gone, finally been lifted. He almost felt a little suffocated in his own office while having you thereâ but it's only because of how you make him feel, and now obviously, how he makes you feel. He lets out a hefty sigh, taking off his glasses and rubbing at his eyes before hopping into the Zoom call about budgets and the status of his current grants.Â
The meeting goes on for so long, it feels like. The whole afternoon is a drag and San feels exhausted by the time it hits 4pm. He's skipping out on the gym today, still a little sore from yesterday's workout. As soon as he wraps up his last meeting, he packs up and leaves, saying goodbye to the one or two heads still lingering in the office area.Â
He still has enough groceries at home to make it through to the weekend, so he doesn't take any pitstops on the way home. He lets out a huge sigh when he finally pulls into his garage and parks the car, stepping out of his shoes and setting his bag aside in his office. He jogs upstairs to take a hot, steamy showerâ enough to help relieve the stress from the week's activities. He throws on some flannel pajama pants and a white tee, heading back downstairs to throw some salmon and vegetables in the oven before cooking rice.Â
While waiting for his dinner to finish, he settles back down in his office and pulls up your contact info from the text thread just as it's about to hit 5pm. He leans back against the chair, listening to the phone ring on the other line.
"Hi." You pick up so sweetly and it immediately brings a smile to San's face despite his long afternoon.
"Hi. Still a good time to talk?" You sit on your couch, presentation popped up on your laptop.Â
"Yeah, it is."Â
"How was the rest of your afternoon?"
"It was okay. I just finished working with Belle on a few things after our meeting."
"Is that going well?"
"Yeah." You chuckle a bit. "I really like working with Sunwoo and Belle."
"I'm glad to hear that. That's all that matters." He pulls up your presentation, clicking through it as his eyes skim each slide.Â
"How was yours, Professor Choi?"
"Ah, well. Really long. But, it's over with." He laughs. "So, I'm skimming through your presentation and everything looks fine. I think the one thing I'll say is, maybe you should add another slide to talk about the results that didn't pan out well. I know we typically don't do stuff like that, but it helps us discuss what went wrong and what they should've done to get the end result they wanted."
"Oh, yeah. I was thinking about that but wasn't sure if I should."
"You definitely should. Remember what I said about not second-guessing yourself?" He says in a light-hearted tone that has you rolling your eyes and holding in a big smile.
"I know, I know."Â
"I think the only other thing I'd add is a slide on Figure 2 and 3. It isn't much, but it does relate a lot to what we do in lab. Think you can handle that?"
"Yeah, I can."
"Yeah?" He repeats, sinking into his seat with his legs spread. "Good." He hears you typing away before you sigh, pausing the conversation for a brief moment while you gather your thoughts and take notes.
"What else are you doing this evening, Professor Choi?" You finally break the silence after a few.
"Hm." He hums. "Just talking to you." You can hear the smirk through the phone, see it even. You bite your bottom lip and shift your position on the couch, heat rising to your cheeksâ pooling at your core replaying the deep tone he speaks in.
"Nothing else?"
"Don't really need to do anything else while I'm on the phone with you, no." You sit on his statement, hand toying with the string from your sweats. He doesn't need to do anything else because he's on the phone with you? You take it as a compliment, one that has your heart beating through your chest, palms all sweaty again. He was going to be the death of you.
"Y/N! Let's go! I'm hungry!" You hear Felix from the other side of your door, and San does, too. He lets out a silent chuckle, a little sad he's gonna have to let you go eventually.
"Is there anything else I should do?"
"For?" He questions because his mind is running through a million thoughts at once. You are very much talking about journal club, but he's very much thinking about other things;Â ways to push you and him forward.
"The slides."
"No. That's all, Y/N. It's perfect."
"Thank you."
"Y/N! Please! They have the best menu tonight, we need to go before everyone gets there!" Felix whines, making the rest of your friends laugh as he pounds on the door. "What are you even doing anyway?!"
"I gotta go." You sigh and shut your laptop. "My friends are about to bust my door down." He chuckles.
"Well, hope the call helped, Y/N."
"It did, Professor Choi. All of this did. Thank you again."
"Course. Have a good night."Â
"You too." San subtly nibbles on his bottom lip as he hears you breathily respond, the tone and sound of your voice immediately doing things to him. He clears his throat to rid himself of the thoughts, to rid himself of the feeling, distracting himself with the unread emails sitting in his inbox and the random announcements for the week.
Well now, Namjoon's sudden group text with him, Jongho, Christopher, Mingi and Yeosang.
namjoon:Â my brilliant, all-star fellas
chris:Â oh lord, what is it?
namjoon: đ need ya'll to attend the happy hour event
yeosang: to babysit? yaaaay love this time of the year...... !!
namjoon: lol no, just to hang out! please 𼚠gotta show the students we're involved in student life esp at the start of the new quarter. you know this!
jongho: they run around in our labs and play w/ our equipment
jongho: how much more involved do we need to be exactly
san: 𤣠what're the details again? sorry i totally glazed over that email. it's probably in my trash bin actually
namjoon: all that energy put into announcements just for you to trash it đŤ¤
namjoon: tomorrow, starts at 7pm at the monroe bar
san: i'll be there
mingi: same
yeosang: đŤĄ
jongho: đđź
namjoon: knew i could trust my boys!
jongho: make the dean give me and san some real estate
namjoon: putting my phone on dnd now đ
namjoon: jk yes don't worry, i'll work my magic ok. give me a bit of time, but i got you.Â
namjoon: thanks guys, have a good evening!
San lets out a breath when he sets his phone aside and runs a hand down his face, mustering all the energy he has left to get his dinner together and onto a plate. He can't, though. His thoughts are too stuck on you, and the way you look. The way you act around him. The way you sound on the phone.
With how big the welcome back happy hour event tends to be, there's no doubt you'll be there with your friends. And as much as San is excited to see you outside of the lab, enjoying yourself in a bar with your friendsâ
He knows it's equally, incredibly dangerous for him.
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Series Synopsis: A series of (mostly) unrelated one shots, featuring Oliver Aiku somehow getting involved with the love lives of various Blue Lock characters â whether he wants to or not.
Chapter Synopsis: Oliver Aiku isnât sure which entity heâs wronged to earn this kind of treatment, but somehow, in the days before the match against Blue Lock, heâs stuck watching over the teamâs newest addition: Sae Itoshi, a rude midfielder whoâd rather be in Spain (or in hell) than hanging out with him. Things get a little more complicated, though, when a cup of shitty coffee leads to a crush and Aiku is forced to intervene.
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Pairing: Sae x Reader
Chapter Word Count: 7.9k
Content Warnings: crack fic, sae my awkward goat, love at first sight, oliver aiku is such a bitch but heâs funny so itâs kind of okay, reader has to work in customer service đ, this is really dumb please donât judge my writing off of it, sae is 100% ooc donât come at me i KNOWWW, split perspectives (it makes sense in the story), sae slander (from aiku), reader is a fan girl but she keeps it đđđđđđđđđđ, readerâs dad has cameos but heâs just chilling tbh
A/N: the people wanted saeâs version to be posted first so uhhh here we are!! LMAO it kind of got a bit long (as usual) but itâs very silly and goofy!! anyways so this is the first entry in âoliver aikuâs guide to getting girlsâ i hope you all stick around for the rest đ¤Šâźď¸
Oliver Aiku likes to think heâs a fairly nice guy. He visits his grandmother every weekend, he rescues kittens from gutters (okay, it only happened once, but he still did it, so it counts), and heâs good enough at being captain of the Japanese U-20s that none of his teammates really hate him, so all in all, he canât be doing that bad of a job. Yeah, heâs pretty sure heâs a great person, a stand-up fellow, an upstanding member of society â so why the fuck is Sae Itoshi glaring at him like that?
âWhat?â he says, because it was fine for the first, say, twenty minutes or so, but now itâs gone from annoying to just plain concerning. âSomething going on with you?â
Sae stares at him for a moment longer, and Aiku wonders if heâs trying to communicate via telepathy. Thatâs a skill heâs never picked up, though, so he can only wait for Sae to speak up, which, thankfully, he eventually does.
âThis coffee is shit,â he says. The way he speaks is dull and blank, his lips pinched together and his brows low over his eyes. Itâs kind of a shame, in Aikuâs highly professional opinion. Heâd be handsome if he smiled more; or, if not handsome, at least approachable enough to not scare away every single girl that dared to even glance at him.
âItâs not my fault,â Aiku says. âTake it up with the barista or something.â
âYouâre the one who brought me here, so it is your fault,â Sae says. Aiku crosses his arms, because isnât Sae younger than him? This feels like a level of disrespect he shouldnât tolerate, prodigy or not.
âNuh-uh,��� he says. In hindsight, itâs not the most mature response he couldâve come up with, and Sae seems to agree, snorting derisively before using a napkin to dab at a drip of coffee running down the side of his cup.
âWhat a captain,â he says with a sigh. âNo wonder you guys need me to play for you against those Blue Lock idiots.â
Aiku should be offended, he really should be â and he is! He is, and heâs just about to muster up some scathing retort thatâll definitely leave Sae Itoshi trembling, but then Saeâs standing up with purpose, so now heâs just intrigued instead of insulted. He follows after him as Sae holds the coffee in one hand and marches towards the counter, and when he realizes whatâs about to happen, he preemptively cringes.
âDonât yell at service workers!â Aiku says. It wouldâve been heroic if he had said it loud enough for Sae to hear him, but unfortunately, itâs more of a whisper than the brave shout he had intended for it to be, so he just looks kind of stupid, as if he regularly talks to himself or something.
âHey,â Sae says to the boy at the counter. Heâs young, probably no more than fifteen or sixteen, and Aiku prays that heâs not the target of Saeâs ire. âWho made this?â
The boy squints at Saeâs cup, reading the receipt, and then he smiles innocently. âThat was Y/N. Did you want to talk to her?â
âYes,â Sae says bluntly. Aiku is about to thank whichever deity was watching over him and that boy alike, but he pauses when the rest of the kidâs statement registers. Her? Her? Is Sae seriously about to yell at a girl for making bad coffee? If sheâs hot, heâll kill Sae, no doubt about it. âAnd tell her to make it quick. We donât have all day, and sheâs already wasted enough of our time.â
Yeah, heâs definitely going to kill him.Â
âY/N,â a voice whispers. Youâre untying your apron â your shift is just about over, and youâre ready to clock out, but for some reason your young coworker is peering into the kitchen nervously and gesturing for you to come with him. Normally, youâd tell him to handle things himself, but heâs new, so you decide to be responsible for once and follow after him, muttering curses to yourself as you retie your apron.
âWhatâs the matter? Did you spill something?â you say. He shakes his head, raising his hand and pointing at the counter, where two customers are waiting. You frown, because youâre pretty sure you already gave them their drinks, so thereâs no reason for them to be standing there, unless maybe they want to reorder. âWait. Did you call me to take their order? No way! My shift is over in thirty seconds!â
âNo, no, I didnât,â your coworker says. âThey want to talk to you.â
âMe? Like me, specifically?â you say. He nods.
âYeah, they asked for you by name and everything,â he says earnestly. âI think theyâre mad, though.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose, because the last thing you want to do is deal with a couple of prissy customers, especially not when youâre supposed to be heading home already. However, your coworker seems to be on the verge of tears, and some kind of sisterly affection tugs at your heartstrings, so you pat him on the shoulder and take his spot at the counter.
âHi, this is Y/N. My coworker told me you needed to see me. How can I help you?â you say. Your voice is chipper and your smile is false, but they donât need to know that. Youâve been working at the coffee shop for long enough that youâre practiced at pretending, and you know for a fact that your coworker is standing shyly at your side, probably astonished by the quality of your performance.
For a moment, neither man speaks, so you get to stare at them and make your own assumptions about who they are and what their backstories might be. Itâs kind of like a hobby, a pastime for when things are slow or youâre generally annoyed about your job. Youâve developed it over the years, and luckily, these two are prime candidates for the game.
The one on the left is tall and broad, with dark hair and mysterious eyes. Curiously, one is a bright green, while the other is a softer violet, and thereâs a few-days-old stubble growing on his square face, like a shadow running along his jaw. It gives him a rough appearance, like he owns a motorcycle and frequently wears leather jackets, but you want to believe that heâs gentle at heart. Maybe he has a fondness for baby animals or he likes to bake cookies or something along those lines.
The one on the right is shorter than his counterpart, and his hair is red like a sunset, pushed carelessly out of his haughty face. Heâs wearing a sweater that matches his eyes, though the teal of the knitted fabric is much more muted, and youâre about to come up with some kind of fantastical explanation for who he might be when you realize that you know him.
He clears his throat, and you scramble to stand up straighter, internally screaming, because what are the odds that youâve somehow managed to piss off the star player of your favorite soccer clubâs youth team? You wonder what your father will think of you now. You wonder what you think of yourself now. What should you do? Should you tell him you recognize him? Ask for an autograph? Or should you play it cool and pretend like you donât know him? What if he yells at you?
Actually, you wouldnât mind it as much as normally do. When everyday customers start screaming at you for some perceived wrong that youâve supposedly committed, you typically tune them out, and then you make fun of them with your coworkers in the back, but if itâs Sae ItoshiâŚwell. youâll certainly listen to every word he says, and when you return to the kitchen, youâll write them down somewhere so you can remember the moment forever.
âHe didnât like his drink,â he says, pointing at the dark haired man.
âWhat?â the man shrieks. The pitch is higher than you wouldâve expected from someone of his size, but it appears he realizes that, too, because then heâs coughing. âI mean, what? What are you talking about?â
âYou were just complaining, Aiku,â Sae says. âYou even made me come up here and get mad at this girl for you.â
The other man, who you guess is named Aiku, is turning a strange shade between magenta and beet-red, and youâre surprised there isnât steam coming out of his ears. Given that you donât really care about him that much, youâre instantly irritated again, because why would it matter if he didnât like his drink? Still, you have to keep up appearances.
âMy apologies, sir. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?â you say.Â
âNo!â Aiku says. âNo, itâs â hey, Sae, you were the one who was all upset, so why are you putting it on me?â
âHm?â Sae says, obviously uninterested in the conversation already. âI dunno. Maybe it happened like that, or maybe not.â
âIâm sorry,â you say again, more than a little bewildered. âAh, Iâm new here, so Iâm still learning.â
Aiku, who has returned to a more normal and human color, smiles at you kindly, and heâs about to respond, ostensibly to reassure you, but then your damned coworker pipes up: âNo, sheâs not.â
âAh, sorry?â Aiku says.
âSheâs not new,â your coworker says again.
ââNewâ is a subjective term,â you say mechanically, wishing that it was acceptable for you to turn around and hit him in public whenever you wanted.
âI donât think anyone would consider you to be new when youâve been working here for three years,â your coworker says. You can imagine the innocent, guileless expression on his face right now. You want to do something violent to it.
âHa, ha,â you say. You think your eye might twitch, too, but if Aiku or Sae notice, then neither of them point it out. âWhat a knowledgeable fellow we have back here.â
âItâs alright,â Aiku says. âI didnât mind the drink. Saeâs the one who threw a fit about it.â
âI liked it,â Sae says stubbornly. âIt was fine.â
You step in before Aiku can turn magenta again, because thatâs probably unhealthy for him, and you donât want to be held liable for a customer dying on your watch when youâre not even being paid for it.
âAnyways, is that all? Iâm actually done with my shift, so if you guys donât need anything elseâŚâ you trail off, though inside youâre screaming something along the lines of Sae Itoshi, please notice me and give me your autograph and oh, if you could fall in love with me, too, that would be amazing!
Of course, you canât verbalize anything like that, so you just smile and wave until the door slams shut behind them. Then youâre yanking your apron off and balling it up before chucking it at your coworkerâs face. It hits him in the nose and slides to the ground; he gives you an offended look before picking it up.
âYouâre lucky it was only an apron,â you say. âYou owe me big time, you little shit.â
âHuh?â he says.
âI wonât forget this!â you warn him, stomping towards the small locker room, where your precious phone is waiting for you. âYouâre a major-league jerk, okay? Donât ever ask me to cover another shift for you again!â
âHuh?âÂ
âWhat the hell was that?â Aiku snaps as soon as theyâve left the cafe, because this is totally not what he was expecting when his coach told him that he had to treat Sae nicely and make him feel welcome.Â
âWhat was what?â Sae says. Heâs sipping on his coffee sedately now, even though he was complaining about it only minutes earlier.
âSince when was I the one who was upset about my coffee?â Aiku says.
âI have a bad memory,â Sae deadpans. âI guess it couldâve been either of us.â
âThat was not believable in the slightest,â Aiku feels the need to inform him. Judging by Saeâs expression, it wasnât meant to be believable, though, and Aiku sighs. âSeriously, whatâs your deal? You were just going crazy and glaring at me because you thought the coffee sucked, and now you think itâs good?â
âI shouldâve waited for it to cool,â Sae says. âItâs better now. I was being hasty.â
âUh-huh,â Aiku says. âSure. Letâs do something else tomorrow. I donât ever want to go back there. I donât think I can face that girl again. She was so hot, too, and now she probably thinks Iâm some ungrateful assholeâŚâ
âI want to go back,â Sae says immediately, throwing the now-empty cup into the nearest trash can. Aiku furrows his brow at him, trying to puzzle out this latest contradiction and finding himself utterly unable to. âTomorrow.â
âTomorrow,â Aiku repeats dubiously. Tomorrow he has practice, and technically so does Sae. However, they both know that Sae doesnât need anything as ridiculous as practice in order to win against a team of eleven high-school forwards, and heâs fairly confident that his coach will tell him to accompany the bratty Itoshi instead of showing up, since the JFU is pulling out all of the stops if it means getting Sae to stay in Japan for good.
âTomorrow,â Sae reaffirms.
Iâm a nice guy, Aiku tries to remind himself. This is what nice guys do. Iâm boosting team morale. Yeah. Thatâs all. Captainâs duties.
Still, as he chases after Sae, who apparently doesnât know what the word âstrollâ means and prefers to do everything at a brisk pace more akin to a jog, he thinks that this entire ridiculous assignment feels more like a babysitterâs duties than anything.Â
âAre you serious?â your father says. In the background, the TV is playing a game between Re Al and Barcha, which is rather fitting.
âDeadly,â you say, untying the laces of your sneakers and putting them with the rest of your shoes. âIt was actually him.â
âSae Itoshi,â he says, shaking his head. âHeâs back from Spain?â
âSeems like it,â you say, though now that he mentions it, youâre as confused as he is. Why is Sae Itoshi here instead of Madrid? You glance at the TV â Barcha has just scored, and the cameras are sweeping through the crowds, showing the excited fans cheering â and wonder if maybe he was fired or something. You doubt that thatâs what happened; after all, heâs a consistent player, and the last time he was in a match, he even managed to outmaneuver that freaky striker who plays for Bastard MĂźnchen, so it would make zero sense for Re Al to let him go. Besides, even if they did, youâre sure thereâs dozens of clubs that would be willing to take him, so there must be another reason for his presence in Japan.
âHuh,â your father says. âWell. Good for him.âÂ
âI guess so,â you say. âIf I ever see him again, Iâll ask him what heâs doing in town.â
Your father chuckles, taking a sip of his beer and giving you a thumbs up. âYeah, you do that. Let me know what he says.â
You laugh, too, sitting down at the counter and eating a plate of reheated leftovers, because you know as well as your father that the idea of you ever seeing Sae Itoshi again is more than a little far-fetched. But itâs a nice thought, and anyways the chances are never zero, so for the moment, you allow yourself to imagine.Â
Aiku is seriously questioning if Sae Itoshi was sent to this earth â or at least to this country â as some kind of punishment for him. Heâs not really sure whatâs done that would invite such cosmic retribution, but maybe itâs one of thoseâŚwhat did that girl call them? Karmic debts? She had said something about the sins of his past life and all, though he canât recall the specifics.
Wait. Thatâs wrong. He just never learnt them in the first place, so how could he remember them in the first place? He had broken up with her before she could explain her theories to him. This prompts a wince from him, which is further fueled by the way his t-shirt sticks to his back with sweat. Itâs a distinctively uncomfortable feeling, and heâs contemplating complaining, even though it probably wonât do much.
âShut up,â Sae says.
âI didnât say anything!â Aiku protests, more than a little spooked, since he actually had been about to say something before Sae had cut him off.
âI can see you making faces at me,â Sae says. Considering Sae is walking ahead of him and to the side, Aikuâs not quite sure how he could tell anything about what sorts of faces Aiku is making, but unfortunately, heâs uncannily correct as always, so Aiku schools his expression into a smooth, neutral one that wonât beget reprimand from his companion.
âI canât believe you insisted on going here straight after practice,â he says.
âThis is the same time we went yesterday,â Sae says. Heâs kind of an insufferable smart-ass, Aiku thinks to himself, though heâd never say as much to Saeâs face. After all, unlike his counterpart, heâs considerate like that, and he always has been.
âSo? We didnât have practice yesterday,â Aiku says. âYou couldnât even let me shower?â
âYou take forever in the showers,â Sae says. This is rich, for Sae is notoriously obsessive with his skincare, and of the entire team, he takes far and away the longest to get ready. But, then again, Aiku supposes that idiocy is one of those illnesses which spreads further and further until all of oneâs perspectives are tainted with the virus.
âI couldâve been quick,â he says. âIt wouldâve been better if I couldâve at least rinsed off so I didnât look so gross. I want to impress that Y/N girl if sheâs there again today.â
âYouâre not her type,â Sae says dismissively. âSo why bother?â
âHow do you know? Are the two of you childhood buddies or something?â Aiku says. Sae glances at him, and of course heâs way too holier-than-thou to properly sneer, but the corners of his lips turn downwards to the same effect.
âNot too hard to figure out,â he says.Â
âWell, hold on just a moment! I got the vibe that she was totally into me yesterday!â Aiku says. He actually did not get any such vibes from the barista; the only thing she seemed into was clocking out, but heâs Oliver Aiku. If he canât get a girl, he canât do anything. Besides, itâs not like Sae would be able to tell one way or another â Aiku and his teammate Sendou have a theory that Sae was created in a lab as some kind of experiment to make the worldâs best midfielder, because the guy really doesnât have any knowledge or concern for anything thatâs unrelated to soccer.
True to form, Sae blinks unsurely. âReally?â
âYeah, one hundred percent,â Aiku boasts, although then heâs narrowing his eyes, because such a question is so out of Saeâs character that for a moment, he wonders if thereâs been a mistake and heâs actually taken some other team member of his along for this ridiculous errand.
Messy red hair. Teal eyes. Forehead creased with a frown. No, itâs definitely Sae Itoshi, thatâs for sure. Just Sae Itoshi in a mood that heâs never seen before. If they were a little closer, heâd ask him whatâs the big deal now, but as it is, the question would probably go unappreciated.
âHm,â Sae says. âWhatever. Weâll see.â
âSure,â Aiku says slowly, reaching out to hold open the door of the cafe so he can enter behind Sae, since his lovely, amazing, wonderful, kindhearted teammate so generously left it to slam shut in his face.Â
What a total dick. He makes a mental note to ask the JFU for a raise, because whatever theyâre giving him at the moment is definitely not enough.Â
âTheyâre back again!â your coworker says. Youâre still mad at him for yesterday, so youâve been giving him the silent treatment the entire shift. It hasnât gone unnoticed, but his pitiful attempts at reconciliation never include an apology, so you havenât budged yet.
He waits for you to respond, but youâre pretty sure heâs making stuff up to get you to pay attention to him, and anyways they could be in reference to anyone, so you continue to pour milk into a cup, acting like itâs an all-consuming task which you cannot possibly complete without the utmost of concentration.
âIâm being serious! Y/N, itâs Sae Itoshi and, uh, that other dude!â he says. Your hand wobbles for the briefest moment, but you conclude that heâs most likely lying, so you steady yourself and continue pouring the milk. âFine, be that way! Iâll serve them myself!â
You canât even say something snarky in response, because thatâll still be a win on his part, so you huff particularly loudly to no one in particular and leave it at that.
A few minutes later, heâs back, looking so contrite that if you werenât upset with him, youâd actually be worried. Unfortunately, you very much are upset with him, so you find it on the whole to be rather hilarious and have to suppress a laugh.Â
He must take your amusement as a signal to talk, because he speaks eagerly and quickly, stumbling over his words and clasping his hands together in front of him.
âY/N, Y/N, theyâre insisting on seeing you, I told them youâre working right now â Iâm sorry, Iâm not supposed to do that, right? But I did, and now they really want to see you!â he says.
Youâre still not entirely convinced, but if this is an act, then itâs a dedicated one, and you donât think that he possesses that much dedication in all of his body, so maybe heâs actually telling the truth.
âFine,â you say. âBut if youâre lying, I swear Iâm telling our manager to fire you.â
âIâm not!â he squeaks, darting back to the counter, rocking back and forth on his heels as he waits for you to catch up to him.
When you reach the front, youâre surprised to see that it is in fact Sae Itoshi andâŚwhoever that other guy is. Aiku? Yes, that sounds right. Itâs Sae and Aiku, and one looks supremely inconvenienced â this would be Sae, of course â while his friend is running a hand through his sweaty hair, flashing you a grin.
You smile back at him, because thatâs what youâre trained to do, and you donât want your coworker to tattle to your manager that youâre not abiding by the cafeâs standards of customer service. Then you stare at them until one of them starts speaking, because thatâs what your entire job is, and no matter how badly you want to start gushing to Sae Itoshi about how big of a fan you are, you have to remain professional.
âIs there anything I can do for you two?â you finally say. This prompts Aiku to nod, nudging Sae in the side, which earns him a dark glare.
âI want the number two, and heâll take the number five,â Aiku says when Sae does not speak up. You want to tell him that nobody orders like that, but youâre not supposed to and itâs really not that big of a deal either way, so you just ring up the order.
âSounds good. Would you like to pay with cash or credit?â you say.
âCredit,â Sae says, pulling out a card that probably has a monthly spending limit higher than what you make in a year. âAnd weâre splitting the bill, just so you know.â
What you want to say is Wow, Sae, youâre somehow even cooler in real-life! Whoâs your favorite soccer player? Whatâs your favorite food? Do you like Spain better, or here? What you actually say is: âNo problem. Iâll have those right out for you.â
âThanks,â Aiku says. Heâs kind of charming, in a sense; you can think of several friends you have that would probably swoon at the way his smile stretches across his face, but you donât really see the appeal. Or, maybe you would normally, but at the moment, heâs standing next to Sae Itoshi, so itâs a little hard to focus on him at all.
âYeah,â Sae says. âThank you. Y/N.â
Heâs probably just reading off of your name tag in an effort to seem more friendly and relatable and humble and all. Itâs a classic PR move that he was probably taught as soon as he joined Re Al. You know about it, though, so it shouldnât work on you. It wonât work on you. Heâs just doing what heâs trained to, the same as you are.
It works on you. You run to the back and hide your face in your hands and squeal, because Sae fucking Itoshi just said your name.Â
âHoly fucking shit,â Aiku says.
âAre we just listing curse words now?â Sae says dryly. âBitch, cunt, hell. Thereâs three more for you.â
âYou like the barista!â Aiku accuses. If Sae was drinking something, he wouldâve spit it out just then, but heâs not, so he just chokes on his saliva.Â
âNo way,â he says.
âYes, you do! How else can you explain this?â Aiku says, pitching his voice up in an imitation of Saeâs. âYeah. Thank you. Y/N. Since when do you say thank you to people?â
âSince always? I have manners,â Sae says.
âIâve never heard you say it,â Aiku says.
âMaybe thatâs more telling about you than me,â Sae suggests. Aiku scowls at him.
âYou definitely like her,â he says. âNo judgment here, man. Sheâs pretty.â
âWhatever,â Sae says. âEven if I did like her â mind you, I donât â sheâs clearly into you.â
âMe?â Aiku says. âI was just messing with you earlier, you know. Anyways, yeah, I think sheâs hot, but, like, youâve never liked a girl before, right? So I wouldnât get in the way of that. This is a big step.â
âYouâre not getting in the way of anything. Do what you want,â Sae says.Â
Aikuâs already pulling out his phone and texting Sendou: big news. Lab experiment just evolved. Feels attraction and jealousy now.
âUh-huh,â he responds absentmindedly. Sendou texts back with about fifty mind-blown emojis, and he snickers to himself, liking the message.
âAnyways, who told you Iâve never liked anyone before?â Sae says defensively. Aiku just about drops his phone, leaning forwards in interest. Could it be? Are he and Sae actually bonding? Is Sae about to tell him about his first love â who apparently is not this barista?
âI just guessed. Was I wrong?â Aiku says. Heâs already trying to come up with who Sae mightâve liked â a childhood neighbor or friend? A womenâs soccer player he admired? A girl he saw once in Spain but never again? Oh, that last one is particularly romanticâŚheâs just about accepted it as fact when Sae glares at him.
âNo,â he says. Aikuâs dreams are shattered in an instant, but he can only shake his head while chuckling, both because Sae has inadvertently admitted that he actually does like that Y/N girl, and because he was an idiot for believing that âSae Itoshiâ and âromanticâ could ever belong together in one sentence.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought.âÂ
âWhat do I do?â you say. You and your coworker are back on speaking terms, mostly because you have no one else to talk to and are so desperate that youâre willing to temporarily forgive him.Â
âMake their drinks?â he says. You give him a dirty look as you begin mixing up their orders.Â
âNot about that. Iâm such a huge fan of Saeâs, and this is the second time Iâm making a drink for him. Itâs kind of like fate, donât you think? Should I try to talk to him or something?â you say.
âDo you want to?â your coworker says. Itâs a slower time of day, so he has nothing to do but sit and watch you â at least, nothing immediate. Thereâs certainly things he could be doing, but youâre not about to chide him when youâre the reason heâs slacking off.
âObviously! But what am I supposed to even say? Iâll sound like a creep if I just start acting like a fan-girl!â you say.
âThatâs true,â your coworker says. âYou kind of sound like one even nowâŚâ
âUgh, if youâre not going to be helpful, then go organize the storeroom or something!â
âWhat about her makes you like her?â Aiku presses.
âAre we still on this?â Sae says, as if theyâve been talking about it for hours. âI donât like her.â
âItâs not like you talked to her for a whileâŚwas it really just her looks?â Aiku says. âDamn. Didnât think you were the shallow type.â
âI am not the shallow type!â Sae says.
âThat sounds like something that a shallow person would say,â Aiku teases.
âShut up,â Sae says. Aiku doesnât have enough fingers or toes to count how many times Saeâs said that particular phrase to him. Maybe if he counted all of the fingers and all of the toes of every single person in the world, he would get kind of close to what that number might be. âIâm not shallow, I donât like her, and sheâs obviously way more interested in talking to you than me, so get off my back.â
Aiku whistles. âSomeoneâs jealous.â
âIâm telling the JFU that you were the one who sent me back to Spain,â Sae informs him bluntly. Aiku isnât sure if thatâs a joke or a legitimate threat. Itâs hard to tell with Sae sometimes.
âAre you serious?â Aiku says.
âDeadly,â Sae says.
Yep, Aiku decides. Heâs serious.Â
âIf only that Aiku dude wasnât there,â you lament, setting the first drink in the pick-up area and calling out Aikuâs name before returning to finish Saeâs drink. âItâd be way easier to talk to Sae without someone there to judge everything Iâm saying.â
âDo you think heâd even care?â your coworker says. You shrug.
âNo idea. Itâs intimidating to talk to guys around their friends, though. Youâre a guy yourself, so you wouldnât get it,â you say.
âAre they even friends?â your coworker says. âDoesnât seem like they get along that well.â
In unison, the two of you turn so you can look at the duo, who are sitting at a table right within your line of sight. As your coworker said, they donât look like theyâre friends in the slightest. Aiku is sipping on his drink with a smirk, and Sae looks like heâd rather be anywhere else, doing anything else, than be sitting there with his not-friend.
âThe point still stands,â you say.Â
âGuess so,â your coworker says. Just then, Sae Itoshi happens to glance over, making direct eye contact with you. Your eyebrows raise, and your face warms as you realize youâve been caught. Aiku turns to follow Saeâs line of sight as you weigh your options. Should you pretend like you werenât doing anything? Should you wave?
You decide to just smile again before returning to the drink you were supposed to be working on. Your coworker, who saw the entire exchange, cannot stop laughing.
âItâs over for you,â he says. âHe definitely thinks youâre a creepy fan-girl now. You can kiss that autograph goodbye.â
âYouâre lucky Iâm too lazy to remake this drink,â you say. âBecause otherwise, Iâd spill it on you.â
âThatâs against company policy,â he says.
âBy accident, of course,â you say with a malicious grin.
âThatâs against company policy, too!âÂ
âLook, she just smiled at you. I bet she was looking at you the entire time,â Sae says coolly. âYou should ask for her number. You already said you think sheâs beautiful.â
âI said sheâs hot. Iâm not all poetic and shit like that,â Aiku says. âAnd I wouldnât do that. Itâs against the bro code.â
âWeâre not âbrosâ, so you can put that out of your head,â Sae says.
âWhat if I help you get her number?â Aiku says. Sae tries very hard to maintain his nonchalant look, but Aiku can tell that his curiosity has been piqued. âWill you consider me a bro then? At the minimum, will you tell the JFU that Iâve done a great job at showing you around and making you feel welcome?â
Please please please please please I really need a fucking raise Sae Iâm broke please please please âÂ
âSure,â Sae says.
âSure?â Aiku says. âYes! Okay, this will be easy.â
Sae scoffs. âYeah, okay. If thatâs what you think.â
âBelieve me,â Aiku says. âYouâre in the presence of a master.â
Sae doesnât even dignify that with a response beyond the most disgusted look Aiku has ever seen on anyone, Sae or not. Heâd say something, but heâs pretty sure he deserves it at least a little, and anyways a possible raise is way more important to him than being right, so he keeps his mouth shut, simply giving Sae a double-thumbs-up. Heâs going to ace this new assignment, and then maybe heâll actually be paid what heâs worth instead of pennies on the dime.
Youâre about to call out Saeâs name when you realize that for some reason, both Aiku and Sae are standing there and waiting for you. You furrow your brow, because itâs both a menacing and a comical sight â the hulking Aiku, who looks like heâs about to go punch a criminal on television before flipping his hair and telling the ladies that thereâs enough of him to go around, and the slender Sae Itoshi, who you canât imagine doing anything but slamming a winning pass to one of his teammates, invariably leading to a soccer ball in his opponentâs net.
âUh, hello,â you say.
âHello,â Aiku says.
âHi,â Sae says.
âI have your drink,â you say to Sae.
âI know,â he says, taking it from your hand. Of course â why else would they be here? They mustâve seen you finishing up the drink and rightly assumed that it was theirs.
âRight,â you say. Neither of them go to leave, and now you wonder if they just donât understand social cues or something like that. âDid you guys want to order something else? My coworker would be happy to take you at the counter.â
âNo,â Sae says.
âOkay,â you say slowly. âWell, I hope you enjoy your drinks.â
âWe will,â Sae says with the utmost of confidence. Aiku groans and then thumps him on the back. You have a feeling you probably donât want to know what the significance of the gesture is, but then you realize that this is probably the only chance youâll get to have a proper conversation with Sae Itoshi, so you shove your concerns aside.
âWait! If it doesnât bother you too much, can I ask you a question?â you say. Itâs an incredibly awkward way of going about it, but given how awkward this entire interaction has been, you donât think itâs a huge deal.Â
âGo ahead,â Aiku says. You werenât asking him, but you guess the permission covers them both, so you square your shoulders and face Sae Itoshi, who seems entirely confused that youâre looking at him instead of Aiku. Youâre not sure why he would be, since between the two of them heâs the celebrity, but maybe thereâs some weird dynamic going on that youâre unaware of.
It doesnât matter to you, though. You only have one thing to ask. Youâll never cross paths with Sae again, will you? So itâs fine. You can act a little embarrassing, and anyways, you barely make above minimum wage, so if your manager gets too upset and fires you for âunprofessional conductâ or something, it wonât be a huge loss. Itâll be worth it, even, considering this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance and your coworker is busy reorganizing the storeroom like you told him to, so heâs not around to spy on you and report back to your stodgy old manager.
Taking a deep breath, you open your mouth and begin to speak.Â
Aiku hadnât dared to even dream of the possibility that the barista might already like Sae, too. Why would she? Sae had just been all weird and rude to her in the couple of times that they had spoken, so all in all sheâd have to be somewhat of a masochist, or a Re Al fan (which was essentially the same thing, given the losing streak that Re Al had been on for the last month or so), to be into him. But sometimes miracles did happen and baristas were masochists, because the girl was turning to Sae with shimmering eyes and a hopeful expression and it was all going to go so wellâ
âWhat are you even doing in Japan in the first place?â
Did he hear her right? Sae is bewildered as well, but Y/N isnât acting like sheâs just asked the most ridiculous question she couldâve possibly asked. What is Sae doing in Japan? Well, he happens to be a citizen of the nation, so thereâs one explanationâŚAiku wants to facepalm, because now his plans have been ruined and Saeâs confidence has probably been crushed.
âPardon?â Sae says. Aiku had told him not to act so cranky and old-man-ish when he approaches the girl, but honestly, at this point, thereâs no helping him, so he doesnât even bother with a correction.
âWhy are you in Japan?â she says again, all bright and innocent and cheery. It somehow feels like sheâs been faking things so far, and that this is the real her, which sheâs been holding back up until this point. Aiku isnât so sure if thatâs a good thing; privately, he believes it wouldâve been better if she kept holding back just a little bit longer. Long enough for her to reject Sae â who still claims heâs not into her and is just trying to âbe friendlyâ, as if friendliness is something heâs well known for â and then move on with her day.
âMy passport expired?â Sae says, phrasing it more like a question. âSo I had to come back and get it renewed?â
His voice ticks up at the end of every sentence unsurely. Itâs almost cute, like heâs a little baby chick. Aikuâs fond of chicks, so he decides heâll step in. Just this once.
âHeâs visiting from Spain to play for the Japanese U-20 team in an upcoming exhibition match,â he explains.
âOh, wow,â she says. âBut I thought you said you would rather give up on soccer or play with German college kids than ever play soccer for Japan?â
Aiku raises an eyebrow. He wasnât aware of such sentiments, and though heâs not exactly shocked, he canât help feeling a bit miffed. When he glances over at Sae, thereâs not a trace of remorse on his face, and so he wrinkles his nose.
Forget the raise and the baby-chick-esque mannerisms alike. Heâs done helping this ungrateful, no-good, lame-as-hell, girl-repelling loser for free. If Sae wants any further assistance, heâll have to beg for it.Â
âHow did you know I said that?â Sae says. You clap your hand over your mouth when you realize youâve exposed yourself.
âI, um, I was just guessing!â you say.
âGuessing?â he repeats. You swear, because thatâs actually a worse explanation than the original one, and then you hang your head, because if the catâs out of the bag, then thereâs no way you can put it back in.
âItâs a quote from one of your interviews,â you mumble.
âWhat?â Itâs Aiku, who immediately frowns when he realizes heâs butted in. Sae gives him an odd look out of the corner of his eye.
âIâm a big fan of yours,â you say. âThe last game you played in, when you stole the ball from that Bastard MĂźnchen striker, was amazing! To tell you the truth, Iâve been trying to figure out why youâre in the area instead of back in Madrid. Itâs a little unbelievable, you see.â
âAh,â Sae says, and for some reason he looks uncomfortable. âWell. Yeah. It was just the issues with my passport and all. I decided to play for the U-20s because I was offered a good deal, but itâs right back to Madrid for me after that.â
âThat makes sense,â you say. Itâs awkward again, but in a different way. You donât know what to say. You donât think he does either. His drink is probably cold now, and youâre surprised that Aikuâs eyes arenât stuck in the back of his head, given how frequently heâs been rolling them. âCan I have your autograph?â
âNo,â Sae says immediately. Youâre a little taken aback, and to be honest, he looks kind of horrified himself, but you know better than to nag, so you only nod at him.
âNo worriesââ you begin before youâre cut off by a grumbling Aiku.
âHeâll give you his number instead. Here,â Aiku says, listing off a series of digits too rapidly for you to remember. âHeâll write it down, for you, right, Sae?â
And then, to your utter disbelief, Sae Itoshi is pulling out a pen and a piece of paper from who knows where, and heâs humming in agreement.
âRight,â he says, and then heâs handing you a note with his phone number written on it in neat print and his signature in flowing cursive. âYou can call me later. If you want. Y/N.â
The way he speaks is stilted and low, but you donât mind it. Tucking the piece of paper into your apron pocket, you beam at him.
âAlright,â you say. âIâll call you. I still have more things to ask you, so itâs good that you gave me this.â
âYes,â Sae says. âYes, you can do that if youâd like.â
Then he and Aiku are leaving the coffee shop, their drinks in hand, and youâre standing there in awe, wondering if that actually just happened or if it was nothing but a particularly vivid flight of fancy.Â
If itâs the latter, then you almost hope itâs one you donât ever escape from.Â
âYouâre welcome,â Aiku says as they leave the cafe.Â
âI didnât say thank you, you lukewarm oaf,â Sae says. Aiku shrugs. Heâs hard to ruffle, after all. Itâs the reason why he stepped in and rescued Sae from that little mistake of his. He just couldnât bear the thought of his dear junior losing the girl of his dreams because of a slip of his tongue, even if aforementioned junior is the insufferable smart-ass type.
Well, the thought of the money heâll make if Sae speaks of him highly to the JFU doesnât hurt, either, but thatâs less altruistic, so he prefers to stick to the first explanation.
âI bet you feel it, though,â Aiku says.
âShut up,â Sae says.Â
Itâs a good thing babies are born every minute. Otherwise, given how frequently Sae says that particular phrase, Aiku really might run out of things to count on.Â
Youâve typed the number on the piece of paper into your phone, and now youâre staring at it blankly, wondering if you should press the green call button. What if it was a prank? What if it wasnât? Because then youâll have to actually talk to Sae Itoshi, and youâre not so sure you can do that.
In a fit of inspiration, you slam your index finger against your screen and hold your phone up to your ear. It rings a couple of times, each subsequent one worsening the pit in your stomach, but then it stops ringing entirely, which can only mean one thing: Sae, if this really is his number, has answered.
âHello?â you say.
âHello?â he responds. âY/N?â
âYes!â you say. âItâs me. Y/N. Like you said.â
âCool,â he says. âItâs Sae. Which I guess you knew, since you called me.â
âThe confirmation was nice,â you say, internally sighing in relief. âThanks.â
âYouâre welcome,â he says. Itâs mannerly but also a little sarcastic, albeit not in a mean way. You donât mind it much. âYou said you had to ask me some things?â
The two of you spend the next few minutes in a setting kind of like an interview, in that you drill him with questions and he answers them all patiently. Heâs kind about it, humoring you even though he doesnât have to, and he never threatens to hang up, which you do appreciate.
âWould you mind if I ask a question, too?â he says when youâve taken a break to drink some water.
âGo ahead! Although Iâm not as interesting as you are,â you say.
âI think youâre probably way more interesting,â he admits. âAnyways. Are you free next weekend?â
âUh, I think I have a shift on Saturday, but to be honest, my coworker owes me, so he can cover it. Why?â you say.
âThe exhibition game that Iâm playing with the U-20s for. You should come watch,â he says.
âOh! Sure, where should I get tickets? Iâd have gotten them already if I knew you were playing,â you say.
âIâm allowed to invite someone,â he says. âFriends or family. So Iâm inviting you.â
âDonât you have actual friends that you can invite?â you say before gasping. âSorry! Sorry, that was super insensitive and rude of me. Of course Iâm honored to come, Iâm just confused about why Iâm the one youâre inviting. Me. Iâve literally made coffee for you twice, and thatâs about it.â
âYeah, thatâs true,â he says before pausing. âUm, look, Aiku told me to say this, so if itâs uncomfortable, then blame himâŚbut I think youâre, er, beautiful?â
Your mind short-circuits. âHuh?â
âI donât know! Heâs the one who has experience, Iâm just taking his advice!â Sae says, his tone souring immediately afterwards. âTrust me, itâs not like I want to. Thereâs many things Iâd rather do than follow Oliver Aikuâs advice, but at the moment, itâs the best I can do.â
âBeautiful,â you repeat. Itâs such an elegant adjective. Youâve been called pretty before, and thereâs been a fair share of guys who have considered you to be hot, but beautifulâŚitâs nice. Itâs really nice.
âYeah,â Sae finally says. âBasically.â
âIâll be there,â you say. Thereâs something like a scream bubbling in your throat, but you fight it back, knowing that itâs of the utmost importance that you maintain a relaxed demeanor.
âGreat,â Sae says. âSee you.â
âSee you,â you say, and then you hang up before he can say anything further, because youâre already on the verge of combustion and you donât think you can handle anything more.
Throwing your phone across the room, you give in and scream. Thereâs thundering footsteps, and then your father is throwing the door to your bedroom open, whipping his head around wildly.
âIs everything alright? Why are you screaming?â he says, heaving for breath, probably because he just sprinted from his spot on the couch to your bedroom in record time.
âSae Itoshi!â you say.
âYes?â he says, the rate of his inhales and exhales lowering as he realizes thereâs no active threat to your life or property. âWhat about him?â
âHe told me Iâm beautiful and invited me to watch his game next weekend,â you say, knowing that this is going to make your father â a fellow Re Al fan â freak out.
You wait, counting down as he processes the news, unable to contain your exuberant grin, knowing exactly whatâs coming. Three, two, oneâ
âWhat?â
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