#how long did you scroll to find that au mention😭

[lottiecrabie]

hello maam lottie i would just like to say i was doing a deep dive of all the tags (as one does) and i came across this in a prof post

“also new au lmao. i see it in a miss fischer way like 1920s noir detective and you’re the eccentric socialite that helps him solve murders.”

and i would just like you to know i have been thinking about them and their banter and freaky sex in probably inappropriate places for days from this one (1) sentence Ok good night

friend i am so glad you brought it up i’ve had this in my drafts for literal months but figured no one remembered lol

it’s still an au i love like what a fun quirky little idea!! i was rewatching miss fischer recently and kept going Man this is too cool. if i remember correctly i never developed it any further because the historical au didn’t seem too fitting for a Modern Musician Tumblr Smut medium lol, as well as knowing myself and knowing i would get way too neurotic about it and need all this research on the Era and then i’d want to actually write a Mystery and i’d most likely be Terrible at that. alas!

i’d love to see matty all broody and fake-annoyed with reader meddling in his cases, but she’s objectively very helpful and sharp and becomes essential to solving crime. they meet when someone dies at one of the Socialite Soirée she attends and while he’s trying to interrogate the witnesses and clear the place, she’s just buzzing around him doing her own side investigation. she has some dazzling little risqué outfit and is sooo distracting. them sharing a glass of whiskey in his office every time they solve a case (and where they eventually end up fucking nasty on his desk lol). her bringing him to a high society soirée for an investigation and them dancing together For the cover of course. him showing her how to shoot since she Insists on putting herself into these gnarly situations with murderers. seducing a suspect for information and he’s Jealous. long trench coats and flapper dresses and they all smoke inside<33 ahhh what could have been

[novamariestark]

DBF!Tallahassee x f!reader (AU)

Summary: When you find out your boyfriend has been cheating on you for a year, you go to stay at your dad's place only to find his best friend there, dog-sitting.

Warnings: Smut, possible cringe cus i still suck at smut, oral (f receiving), PIV, age gap, rough sex, use of pet names (baby girl, daddy) 🔞 18+

Word count: 3159 (This one is longer than I expected)

Fandom: Zombieland

Pairing: DBF!Tallahassee x f!reader (AU, no apocalypse)

[A/N] This one seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm about to post it and I think it's bad 😭 but Imma post anyway.

You couldn't believe it. It had been sudden, like a rug yanked out from under your feet. You had just returned home from a long day at work, a day that was filled with stress and deadlines. All you had wanted was to unwind and cuddle up to the person you loved, Liam.

You entered your shared apartment, feeling the weight of the day still pressing down on your shoulders. You dropped your bag on the floor, let out a deep sigh, and called out for Liam. No answer. You frowned, wondering if he had gone out to grab some groceries or was perhaps taking a shower. You decided to make yourself a cup of tea while you waited for him.

As you stood in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, your gaze wandered over to Liam's phone, which was charging on the counter. It was then that you noticed the screen had lit up with a new message notification. Curiosity got the best of you, and your eyes fixated on the screen. The message read, "I'll come over when she's asleep."

Your heart raced as you re-read those words. Your initial reaction was to dismiss it as some kind of inside joke, something you just didn't understand. But the sinking feeling in your chest refused to be ignored. You knew you had to investigate further. Your hand trembling, you reached for Liam's phone, and without thinking, you unlocked it. Your heart pounded, threatening to break free as you opened the message thread.

What you found was a string of messages that unveiled a heartbreaking truth. It was a conversation with a woman named Emma, a name you had never heard Liam mention. The messages painted a vivid picture of an affair that had been going on right under your nose. Your stomach twisted in knots as you read the sexual exchanges between the two.

You felt a rush of emotions coursing through you – anger, sadness, disbelief, and a deep sense of betrayal. How could the person you had loved and trusted more than anyone else have been unfaithful to you?

Tears welled up in your eyes as you scrolled through the messages. You felt your world shatter, and it was as if the ground beneath you gave way.

Your mind raced with questions. How long had this been going on? How had you missed the signs? And the message that had initially caught your attention – "I'll come over when she's asleep" – it was an indication that not only did the betrayal take place right in your own home but you were actually there. Sleeping. It was too much to bear.

There you stood in the kitchen, holding his phone in your trembling hands, the kettle behind you whistled, but you didn't move. You couldn’t. The hot tears streamed down your face as the truth continued to sink in.

***

Your hands were still trembling as you stood in the kitchen. Your heart felt heavy, and your mind was a swirling pool of emotions. The kettle behind you whistled impatiently, its shrill sound piercing through the deafening silence of the room. But you barely noticed it.

Moments later, you heard the soft click of the bathroom door, followed by the patter of Liam's bare feet on the tiled floor. He emerged, wrapped in a towel, his hair still damp from the shower. His face broke into a warm, unsuspecting smile when he saw you, who, in that moment, was like a deer caught in headlights.

"Liam," you finally managed to say, your voice quivering. He raised an eyebrow, his smile faltering as he sensed the gravity of the situation. The air in the room grew thick with tension as you held up his phone, displaying the damning messages.

"What's this, Liam?" you asked, your voice breaking with a mix of anger and hurt. "Who's Emma, and why is she saying that she'll come over when I'm asleep?" your eyes bore into his, seeking answers that you dreaded to hear.

Liam's eyes widened, and the color drained from his face as he realized what he had walked into. Panic and guilt flashed across his features before he quickly composed himself. "Y/N, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, his voice unconvincing.

You took a step closer, your expression hardening, "Then please, Liam, explain it to me. I deserve the truth." Your hands clutched the phone tighter.

Liam ran a hand through his wet hair, his eyes darting around the room, searching for a way out of this predicament. He let out a deep sigh before admitting, "Okay, you're right. It's not what it looks like. Emma is just a friend, and those messages... They're taken out of context."

Your brows furrowed in disbelief. "Out of context? Liam, it says, 'I'll come over when she's asleep.' What other context am I missing here?"

He dropped his gaze, avoiding your intense stare, his shoulders slumping. "I should have explained earlier. Emma is a coworker, and she was just talking about helping me with a work project. She knows we have opposite schedules, so that's why she mentioned coming over when you're asleep. It's purely work-related, I swear."

You scoffed, “Work-related?” you scrolled up the message thread a little bit and paused on a picture. A picture of a blonde woman, in lingerie, “Is this work-related? Your half-naked co-worker. Let’s see what was said before this,” you scrolled up a bit more, “She says ’I bought this for you, your favourite colour,’ Is that fucking work-related?!”

He looked up at you with regret in his eyes. "Baby, it means nothing, she means nothing,"

“How long has this been going on?” you asked, your voice trembling, afraid of the answer but you needed to know. He didn’t answer, he looked down at his wrinkled fingertips, avoiding the daggers in your eyes, “How fucking long, Liam!”

“About a year,”

You took a shuddering breath, your voice barely above a whisper. "A year? How could you do this to me?"

 "Did you ever love me at all?" you asked, taking a step back every time he took one towards you.

“Of course, I do. I’ve always loved you,” he said,

“Then why?” you paused, trying to gather your voice to ask the next question, “Why wasn’t I enough?”

“It started when you went on your work trips, you were gone weeks at a time baby,”

“Ooh, I’m sorry, was my job getting in the way of your sex life?”

“So you're telling me you never fucked someone when you were away?' he asked, your face reddened as the heat of anger rose within you.

“No! I fucking didn’t. I wouldn’t do that,”

“Y/N, I'm sorry,” Liam started. He slowly stood up and tried to move closer to you but you just stepped back. “I should have never done it. I was so lonely and I don't want to lose you. I wasn't thinking,” he said, ashamed.

“Oh really?” you asked, he nodded, “If it was just because you were lonely, why the fuck is she coming here when I’m here, huh?”

“She’s different,”

“She’s different?” you shook your head, rushing past him to your shared bedroom to pack. You couldn't stay in the same apartment with him, not after this.

With tear-stained cheeks, you entered the room, memories of happier times assaulted you. The bed you had shared, the photographs on the wall, the whispers of love and laughter that had once filled the space – they all seemed tainted now. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand.

You moved with a quickly. You began to gather your belongings, selecting only the essentials. Your clothes, toiletries, a few cherished mementos – these were the things that mattered to you now. The tears that had streamed down your face earlier had given way to a steely resolve. You wouldn't let this define you. You deserved better. You zipped up your suitcase, a heavy sigh escaping your lips.

You paused for a moment, taking one last look around the room. Your eyes landed on a framed picture of you and Liam. With a trembling hand, you picked up the picture and threw it at the wall.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and walked back into the living room. Liam was still sitting there, his eyes red from tears and his face a portrait of remorse. But it was too late.

You stood before him, your voice steady, "She can come here whenever she likes. I'm leaving. We're done," you declared, your words echoing with finality.

He watched as you walked to the door, your footsteps and the slamming of the front door marking the end of your life together.

***

You arrived at your father's house, hoping to stay there for a while whilst you look for an apartment. You let yourself in, as you usually did when you visited the house and was greeted by the joyful barking of your father's dog, Buddy. You smiled through your tears as the fluffy golden retriever padded over to you. You dropped your bag and fell to your knees to give him a big hug.

You scrunched your eyebrows as your father’s best friend Tallahassee emerged from the kitchen with a warm smile, “Hey Tal, where’s my dad?” you asked, raising from your kneeling position but still keeping a hand in Buddy’s golden mane.

“He’s on a work trip,” he replied, he then nodded towards Buddy, “I’m dog-sitting,” when you were standing straight, he saw you tear-stained face and tired, sad eyes, “What happened, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer, you just broke down in tears. Tallahassee stepped forward, his tall frame dwarfing yours. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you towards him. You melted into his embrace, sobbing into his shoulder, your body trembling with the intensity of your tears. Tallahassee stroked your hair and whispered soothing words, "It's okay, Y/N. Let it out. I'm here,"

His presence, his smell, the strength in his arms, and the soothing rhythm of his touch all worked together to calm you down. In that moment, you felt safe. So, you focused on him. The feeling of him. You probably shouldn't, he’s your dad���s best friend but right now, you didn’t care.

As the minutes passed, your sobs gradually subsided, and you pulled away from the embrace, you met Tal's gaze, your eyes still filled with vulnerability and in you fucked up emotional state. You kissed him. And for a crazy second, you could’ve sworn he kissed you back, but he pulled away from you, completely. You suddenly felt naked at the loss of his arms around you and you longed to have the back, “We can’t do that, sweetheart,”

“I’m sorry,”

“It’s fine, you’re just upset. You’ve had a hell of a day,”

His rejection strangely hurt you more than everything else you’d been through today. Sure he was a handsome man and you used to have a massive crush on him, but you thought you were over that. But it must have been because of Liam. When you were with him, you only had eyes for him. No one else mattered. But with him eradicated from your life, old feelings came rushing back.

Tallahassee cleared his throat, breaking the silence and said, “Why don't we make some food?”

You gave him a grateful smile and nodded. Taking your hand, Tallahassee led you to the couch and sat you down, “Relax, watch something and I will make you a delicious meal,”

He disappeared to the kitchen where he began to gather the ingredients for a simple yet comforting meal for you. The clinking of pots and pans, the sizzle of vegetables in a pan, and the aroma of food cooking filled the air.

He returned to the living room with a plate of steaming food for you. It was a hearty, homemade vegetable stir-fry, it’s delicious scent inviting you to eat. "Here you go," Tal said, placing the plate in front of you. "I hope you like it."

You smiled gratefully as you picked up your fork. You took a bite, savoring the flavors, and found yourself moaning at the taste of it. Something that was a compliment to his cooking, but was torture for Tallahassee. Despite telling you ‘no’ earlier, he wanted to say ‘yes’ but you were vulnerable and surely that was the only reason you kissed him, so he had to say no. But he couldn’t help his wondering mind as you wrapped your lips around the fork as you ate, savouring every drop. Thinking how good you’d look with your pretty mouth around his cock, disappearing as you take him fully, to the back of your throat.

Tallahassee entered the kitchen the next morning to you rummaging through the cabinets with nothing but a long t-shirt and your panties on full display. Your panties were thin, and practically see-through, leaving barely anything to the imagination.

He stood in the doorway, admiring your curves as you tried to reach a top shelf. He couldn't resist any longer. He slowly crossed the room and pressed his bulge up against your ass.

He grabbed your arm and pinned it to your back, as his other hand grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you face first onto the counter. You gasped, but then a moan escaped your lips as she realized who it was and that turned you on.

Tallahassee knew that he had crossed a line, but he couldn't stop. He kissed your neck softly, then slowly began exploring your body with his hands. You moaned and arched your back, desperate for more. Desperate for him to touch you where you were already soaked.

His hand lets go of your arms, "Keep them there," he ordered. You nodded as best you could, the sweat of your face causing your skin to stick to the smooth surface.

Tallahassee hooked his fingers in your underwear and pulled them down, his body following them until he was face to face with your dripping heat. His warm breath sends shivers down your spine.

His fingers started to trace a slow circle around your clit, “This for me, babygirl?” He asked as he dragged a finger down your folds, collecting some of the juices pooling there. He put his finger in his mouth, sucking your wetness from his finger and making a satisfying moan.

“Yes, god yes, it’s for you,” you panted, practically moaning in anticipation of his next move. You were surprised at how turned on you were and he’d barely touched you.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” he said, you didn’t have time to reply before he dived in, licking, sucking and biting your clit. It was unlike anything you ever felt before. Sure, Liam ate you out, but it never felt this good.

The pleasure only got better when Tallahassee started pumping two long fingers into your seeping hole, as deep as they would go, hooking them every so often. A loud moan escaped your lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The familiar feeling began to build but it felt stronger this time. Different. Your body was on fire, unlike anything you have ever felt before.

“Tal.. I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he mumbled against your clit, and that was it. Your orgasm hit you hard. Your legs became weak. In a matter of minutes, Tallahassee had turned you into a whimpering mess. He smirked against you, his strong arms secure your body, so you don’t fall. He felt your warm liquid spreading over his two fingers still buried inside you.

You had never felt anything like it. You tried to catch your breath as the last of your pleasure drained away.

“Did he not touch you like that?”

You reached out to touch him, your fingertips desperate, as you let out a whimper, “It didn't feel as good as you,” you said softly, your voice heavy with desire, “Please fuck me,” you begged, your body quivering as you waited for his answer.

Tallahassee rose from his knees, standing behind you, “Are you sure?”

“Please,” you whimpered pathetically.

He pushed your head back against the kitchen counter as his hands quickly wrapped around your neck to hold you in place. His grip was strong and tight, allowing no room to move. He moved his lips to your ear, “Any time you want to stop, we’ll stop,” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss behind your ear.

He kicked your legs further apart and suddenly he impaled you with his cock. You moaned at the sudden intrusion. It felt big. Bigger than your ex, than any ex.

As the pleasure coursed throughout your body, you begged again, “Use me, daddy.”

He complied with your request, his hands clutching your hips tightly as he pounded you hard. He was using you to take care of his physical needs and you loved it. It was exactly what you needed. Sure sleeping with the first guy you see probably isn’t the best way to get over a break up but if they fucked you stupid like Tallahassee was doing right now, it’d be a miracle if you remember your own name.

He grunted, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of you with each hit of his hips. You closed your eyes, your body writhing and trembling as you got closer and closer to your second orgasm. You moan and gasp as the pain of his rough thrusting only turns you on even more.

One of his hands move to your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail whilst the other hooks under your chin, pulling your body up off the counter and towards his chest. The new angle allowed him to hit you in just the right spot and soon you felt yourself clench around his shaft.

“I’m right behind you, baby girl,”

With one final thrust, your entire body shook. Strings of curses left Tallahassee’s mouth as he quickly withdrew before he came inside you. Oh, how he wanted to fill you up but he didn’t want to explain to his best friend that he got his daughter pregnant. You whimper at the loss, suddenly feeling empty. His huge arms wrapped around your torso as he brought his lips to you silky smooth shoulder.

He effortlessly picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. He went to get up and leave but your arm stopped him.

“Please stay,”

For a moment he told himself it was a bad idea, and that what had happened shouldn’t have, but your sweet, small voice was like a siren, beckoning him towards you. He finally climbed in next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his chest.

For the rest of the night, you stayed there, tucked safely in his arms.

[im-no-jedi]

Let’s get some fun recommendations goin around here! What’s a piece of clone content (art, fic, etc) that has stuck with you as being notably excellent? Tag it in your answer so we can all find some new fun to read! If you want, of course; feel free to ignore! 💕

🤩 oh what a fun idea!! I would LOVE to gush about some really cool artists, thank you 😁

I'll start with @shyranno, whose art I absolutely adore. her style is so clean and expressive and colorful, and she makes amazing comics. the TBB Downtime series is exactly my kinda Clone content, filled with lots of fluff and feels. the "baby" batch ones are my favorite, but I'm also fond of this one where Tech gets teased from not being able to grow a beard 😜

another artist I really love is @zaana! she also draws a lot of really sweet and funny moments with TBB, and I'm super fond of her more sketchy style of drawing. she's got a "Crosshair defects the Empire" AU about Cross rejoining TBB sometime during season 2 that I love soooooo much. honestly, all her stuff with Crosshair (especially the ones with Omega) is top tier. although I think my top favorite is this one with Hunter and Crosshair (which @questforgalas also wrote an amazing oneshot about!); it's so simple but so sweet, and I automatically love any wholesome content between these two 🥰

then there's @lightspringrain, who makes beautiful portraits of TBB. I've been wanting to buy some of her prints (and will absolutely do so once I have the money!!) because they are seriously gorgeous. her "Crown" series is the best, it's so lovely! and she does an amazing job capturing the style of the show! to no one's surprise, my favorites are the Hunter and Omega moon crowns. the Hunter one is legit one of my favorite art piece ever; it's been my lockscreen on my phone ever since I saw it 💙

someone I recently started following is @thattoothpick! after seeing her "TBB Happy on Pabu" comics, I had to see more. the best way I can describe her style is "soft". everything is just so soft; the lines, the colors, all of it. it just makes me happy 😊 I have two favorite pieces; the first is this one about Hunter and Crosshair from the Pabu series. literally made me cry. I need this to happen SO badly 🥺 and then this one that I refer to as "the Sad Batch"... oh man. also had me crying (but also simping for obvious reasons LOL) 😭

now for a big one. I can easily say my favorite SW related artist of all time is @lornaka. her art... holy crap y'all. it's so freaking good. she makes everything from simple portraits to stunning dynamic pieces, and I'm obsessed with all of it. she even was featured during SW Celebration last year!! she's that good!! \o/ I have a few favorites of hers. which obviously includes the TBB poster she made for Celebration. still sad I couldn't get my own copy of it 💔 then there's this... lovely portrait of Hunter from behind. oh Lordy 🥵 and finally, my top favorite is actually this simple portrait of Hunter. I had it as my lockscreen for a LONG time. it's just... so good. the colors, the stars, his expression... I'm still obsessed 😍

finally, I can't talk about amazing artists without mentioning my sister @jam-n-ham. her art account is @joyjababanoid. y'all. please just scroll through her TBB art, you will not regret it. I've always adored her cartoony and expressive style, and it makes for hilarious Clone content LOL. she did a bunch of drawings for Inktober last year, solely focused around TBB. she's also done some comics that I've had a part in helping her develop (specifically the Padme pin-up art and the AZI going on a mission). but my absolute favorite is by far the Valentines collection. y'aaaaaaaall. I had the Hunter one as my phone background for over a year haha. she knows how to personally get to me, let's just say that 🥵

oh, and one last thing I wanna mention is that the one thing these folks all have in common, aside from being fantastic artists, is that I love how each of them draw my bae. seriously, y'all draw Hunter so good, and I'm smooching each of your different versions of him 🥰😘

thanks for letting me gush about some cool people!! everyone show them some much deserved love please!! 💙💙💙

[strayfoxxchan]

Pairing: Bang Chan (Chris) x f!reader (Y/N)

Genre: Fluff, Soulmate AU

Content Warning: Mentions of Nicotine Use, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption

A/N: It’s chapter 2! Appearances include funny comments my husband and I saw on Chris’s live, Han, Changbin, and Hyunjin.

Chapter 2

Y/N spent most of the weekend cleaning up around the apartment. With the preparation of her presentation finally finished, she could regain some amount of control. Her house had become… a mess. There was laundry to do, and dishes to wash, and it was finally time to deal with that. It had been clear skies all weekend, but she still found herself staying inside for most of it. Caring for her living space had taken a back seat this week. Still, she found her mind wandering absently as she scrubbed at a particularly crusty dish.  

A ding from the counter signaled a notification: Chris was going live. She set her phone to lean against a roll of paper towels and listened as she washed.

–

Two days later, Chris was still riding this strange high. He felt bad having to cut the conversation short, but work is work, and there is ALWAYS work to do when you have 7 kids to take care of. The week’s schedules have had him feeling droopy-eyed and a bit run down, but meeting Y/N had given him an unexpected burst of energy. Saturday and Sunday passed with no sighting of Y/N, but, then again, he hadn’t been home much at all for the weekend. And besides, Sunday was for STAY.

As the lights flicker on in the studio, Chris settles down with his bowl of rice and various 고기. He sets the bowl on his desk and sets the camera up to go live. Give me your TMI seems appropriate to start with today. He scrolls through an endless backlog of released, unreleased, and in-progress songs, and hits play. He sneaks quickly out of frame before going live. 

>Chan marry me

>CHAN WE BLINKED AT THE SAME TIME

>​I AM GOING TO ROB A BANK TO MEET YOU!!!!

>Chan are you religious? cause you are the answer to all my prayers

>hey chan, do you have any words of advice for me, for my test tomorrow?

>Chan Can you send me a selfie, so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas

The comments fly past his eyes so rapidly that he can barely make them out. He knows he can’t answer them all, but sometimes he feels a pang of guilt not being able to do so. He kind of has to choose his battles. Sometimes, a comment sticks out in a bad way and makes him do a double-take, other times they make him smile widely and laugh. It’s truly a mixed bag. 

>Chan, how was your week?

Chris didn’t always have much to talk about other than work, and that something interesting had happened this week was new. He found himself speaking quite freely but tried his best to self-censor where he could.

“Ah, my week? I met someone on Friday by chance. I see them all the time, but it was the first time I had a chance to say hello.”

>WAH WHO WAS IT

>DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

>I’m jealous 😭

>Did you see Jake?!

“아니 아니 아니,” he waves his hands, unable to hold in his smile. “It’s nothing, I was just happy to see them after a long time!” Vague. Stay vague.

–

Y/N, now curled up in bed, watches the live beaming from ear to ear. When it ends, she finds herself checking the weather for maybe the first time since she moved to Korea. 

Rain tomorrow. She drifts into a blissful sleep.

The next morning at precisely 7 AM, Y/N wakes with a stretch and a groan. 

“Oh right, rain today!” She showers and takes special care to wear something weather appropriate. Her office typically was a pretty casual place; the suit she wore on Friday only came out on special occasions. Today, she opted for a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a striped blouse. She topped off the outfit with a hoodie and a blazer. As she grabbed her bagel from the toaster oven and headed for the door, she made sure to grab her umbrella. She would be prepared this time.

Unfortunately for Y/N, she was easy to startle. 

“Gooood morning, Y/N!” The chipper voice was coming from the entryway of the apartment building.

“Christopher Bang, you need to wear a fucking bell,” she says with a start. “Uh, sorry… frickin bell…?”

“I cuss more than I should. Come on,” he shrugs, holding his arm out to walk her out the door. She looks around, checking for prying eyes. 

“Is that a good idea? Aren’t there sasaengs hanging around?”

–

For the second time in only a few minutes, Chris felt a little hurt. Did she remember her umbrella because she didn’t want his help? Did she not want to take his arm? Had he read everything so incorrectly?

“Ah, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” the hurt creeped out of his voice from somewhere deep inside of him. He ruffles his hair and lets out a half-amused laugh to cover it up. 

She takes his arm anyway. “If you’re not worried about it, then neither am I.” He ushers her out the door to her spot in the courtyard, umbrella in each of their hands.

“So… I was thinking maybe… I could get your number?” The words fell out of his mouth. It wasn’t smooth by any stretch of the imagination, it was awkward as a middle schooler asking a girl out for the first time. 

Y/N pauses, the smoke filling her lungs with a familiar burn. Her eyes lower to the ground and watch as the ashes fall to the wet concrete. “Chris, don’t take my meaning wrong. I want to give you my number but I can’t help but think I wouldn’t be the best for your image.” Her boot scrapes at the ash, crushing it until it vanishes into the puddling rain.

“Maybe I was being too forward–” he says lowly. 

“No, no, not at all. Maybe I’m just insecure,” she looks him in the eye and smiles. “How about this, if we meet a few more times and I haven’t scared you off, I’ll give it to you then. Sound good?”

Chris can see the honesty in her bright eyes. He can’t help but mirror her expression. “Promise?” he holds out a pinky, and she hooks hers into his. He’s filled with a new level of determination he hasn’t felt in a while. ‘A few more times?’ Easy.

The bus pulls up, and he walks with her there, ensuring she makes it safely. 

“Bye,” he says.

“See you soon,” she grins at him before closing her umbrella and getting on the bus.

Chris heads back up to the dorm and promptly crashes. 

–

“Hyung, did you JUST wake up?” Han screeches incredulously. 

“You missed the gym this morning,” Changbin says from the couch, pouting. 

“Waowww,” Hyunjin says sarcastically. He had just woken up too. 

Chris is simply not awake enough to deal with this right now. They were always so shocked even though it was a fairly common occurrence on days when he had time to get more than a couple of hours of sleep. Grumbling, he walks past them and throws a bowl of instant rice into the microwave, grabbing 2 eggs from the fridge.

Only after having breakfast (lunch? or dinner?) is he ready to speak. “Hey, you guys know that girl we always see down in the courtyard?”

“You mean the one YOU always see?” Hyunjin scoffs at him. “Why don’t you just marry her?” He rolls his eyes playfully.

“I talked to her,” Chris says matter-of-factly.

His roommates all stop what they were doing to stare at him. Then, pandemonium. Jisung’s jaw practically hit the floor, Changbin looks like a Kakao emoji the way his face lit up, and Hyunjin, ever the romantic, starts bouncing on his heels. The boys start talking all at once.

“When will we meet her? Is she coming over?”

“Is she pretty? Can she cook?”

“Was it love at first sight? Did you get her number?”

Immediate regret. Chris turns bright red, blushing. He suddenly feels like someone has turned the heat in the dorm up by 10 degrees. “Okay, okay, calm down! Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, I haven’t even gotten her number yet. I’ll leave first.” Chris pushes past the boys and heads out the door.

–

Y/N disembarks the bus. Her feet are dragging behind her, heavy with the weight of an exhausting day. The presentation had been the culmination of weeks of research, and though it was finally finished, the project was now underway. It was officially the busy season. Hours of being huddled up in her chair staring at a computer screen had her legs cramping and her eyes burning.

Looking ahead, her spot on the concrete was empty. No sign of Chris. She would be lying to herself if she said that she wasn’t just the tiniest bit disappointed. But, all hope wasn’t lost. As she settled in and lit her cigarette, she saw Chris walking out the door, followed by Changbin and Jisung. The two younger men were laughing, playfully punching Chris in the shoulder while Chris simply rolled his eyes. She could see a smile playing at the corners of his mouth; he couldn’t have been upset with them. 

“Y/N!” Chris shouts from across the courtyard, waving at her. The boys spot her as well and begin to wave feverishly at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Have a good night!” He grabs their arms and directs them away from her.

“Don’t work too hard!” She shouts back as they disappear into the sheet of rain.

[tennessoui]

Hi! If you're still up to it - 😂😭🎖️☕☀️ for the ask game :> couldn't choose just 1-2, sorry ❤️*

ah!!! bless bestie you have sent so many in i love it thank you <3 sorry for the delay i needed to pull up the post to look at what all these emojis meant again

😂 What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

ok um i think genuinely people who leave comments are the best in the world and also peak humor and i love the comments that respond to my end notes in the same way i think comments in general on time & tide (first chapter excluded) have been hilarious

but i gotta give credit to this one poor user who i guess got lost and found my beauty and the beast fic after it was finished and read the first chapter when i'd posted it and they asked if this had to be read as obi-wan/anakin or if it could be read platonically, because that's how they read the first chapter and they thought i'd just added the ship tag and they didn't like obikin 😭 they were very polite about it so i went to reply but i guess they deleted the comment when they scrolled to the bottom of the fic and found the epilogue where obi-wan and anakin had sex 😭 this just takes top funny comment for me because. i mean. how did they find it. how did they think a platonic beauty and the beast would work. idk. idk. i hope they're doing well <3

😭 Have you ever made yourself cry writing a fic?

nope! i can't even make myself cry chopping up onions we're bottling up emotions like pros here

🏅 What is the fic you’re most proud of?

oo! ok there's a few and i feel like i always mention the same ones for these questions so i think i'm going to go with the hades&persephone au here because it was really fun to write, i love non-sequential storytelling, and i love the idea that obi-wan may have been sorta tricked by anakin into becoming his consort, he still loves him enough that he stays. can't wait to actually get started on the sequel lol

☕️ Do you drink anything when you write? Coffee, tea, alcohol, etc?

on my days off if im just waking up and trying to write, i'll go get a coffee to help me wake up or help me focus!! at night (and sometimes late afternoon), it's definitely alcohol. definitely, definitely alcohol. especially for the sex scenes.

annnnnd someone else asked the sun emoji, so i'm not going to answer that here because this is already so long (i ramble)

(send me an emoji from this list)

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Aaahh!!! It was when i first made this account, when I got into Stony and the marvel universe, i just followed random accounts i could find and I remember seeing it in my feed at one point and I said "well shit that is a good story right there" and i scrolled .

And a few months ago out of nowhere i was just "hey....whatever happened to that mini one-shot of Steve losing Tony because he didn't tell Tony about his parents? Something about D/s and Steve was the sub" so i started looking for it EVERYWHERE and couldn't find it.

Then I kinda gave up until I checked your rec/masterlist because i wanted to see your other stories and there it was ....i actually teared up a little bit when I found it, i had hoped that just like w mermaid au and the Stroganoff au you had expanded it and wrote more but you didn't 😭

And I was in an angsty mood and was like "WHAT IF.. . Tony just .... DOESN'T forgive Steve....like at all... not every story has to have a happy ending .... 👀 so what if they just don't get back together.... (i am a die hard team Iron Man so....) like the others can risk themselves and go beg Tony to help Steve and/or forgive him OR to stop being stubborn/ selfish and take Steve back but Tony just puts his foot down and tells them to fuck off unless they wanna go back to the Raft and to stop bothering him. Because they aren't signing the accords either way so....

And then one day Bucky just shows up in Tony's workshop...like unannounced, out of no where and asks him if it's because of him that he won't help Steve, because Stevie is just getting worse and worse and he feels guilty

Telling Tony that there is nothing going on between him and Steve and that Tony shouldn't worry or think of Steve being unfaithful to Tony while he was looking for Bucky

To which Tony just answers "It's a lot more complicated than that" and Bucky is already there so he asks Tony to explain because he wants to find a solution and have Steve get better

Tony begins with telling him that during Ultron, when Tony and Bruce created the 'murder bot', Steve had been pissed, talking about how the team keeps secrets from him, when Steve himself was keeping the biggest secret, the truth of Howard and Maria Stark's deaths truth, from Tony.

Tony could see how much Steve missed Bucky and couldn't forgive himself for "letting Bucky fall" (as Steve would say), and if the sub had told him from the very beginning that his bestfriend was alive, been taken captive, tortured and brainwashed for 70 years, THAT WILLINGLY, CONSCIOUSLY, James Buchanan Barnes, the man Steve always talked about, would never EVER, kill someone, Tony would of done everything posible to help Steve get his best friend back

But he didn't, Steve didn't trust him enough to even MENTION that Bucky Barnes was alive, that the mission in DC was more than the downfall of S.H.I.E.L.D./Hydra infiltrating. Steve being battered up and hurt and in the hospital for days, was all because the Winter Soldier.

Something about it being classified. It was all because Steve didn't trust him.

Then he tells Bucky that he can't blame him for what happened to his parents, because he understands what it is like to be kidnapped and tortured dor long periods of time. Being brainwashed and forced to do terrible things against your will, it wasn't his fault. While it does hurt to see his parents murderer in front of him, he does not see the Winter Soldier, he sees Bucky Barnes, prisoner of war, one of his heroes (because yes Peggy and occasionally Howard did talk about uncle Bucky) someone who has been through hell standing before him and not the weapon Hydra made out of him.

He isn't worried about infidelity, because he knows Steve would never be unfaithful.

But he can't forgive Steve for keeping the truth from him. And what is the point of taking Steve back, repairing the bond if there was no trust between them to begin with? So no, Tony doesn't budge.

And defeated, Bucky turns around and leaves

I looked for you 'How to Lose a Dom' AU for months and low and behold you fucking wrote it.

Ngl i wouldn't mind a sad ending, because Tony does in fact have EVERY right to break a bond with someone who not only lied, but also didn't trust them enough to ask for help. And as I always say, THIS INVOLVES TONY GREATLY BECAUSE THESE ARE HIS PARENTS AND HE DESERVED TO KNOW!

Tony ignoring Nat, Sam and EVERYONE who comes begging for him to go back to Steve because THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND the betrayal of having your own sub lie and not trust you while wearing something (collar) that represents your love and devotion to them.

100% for team Tony not giving in to their begging to go to Steve and forgiving him

Awww, you forgot I wrote that au? And you call yourself my wife :( Can’t even remember the stuff your own wife writes anymore. I see I’m not loved. 

Bloodthirsty little thing, aren’t you? You came here dragging the anger and angst and didn’t hold back. 

I can see that. Tony just not giving in, especially when it’s not even Steve himself asking for help, it’s his teammates, already letting him know Steve isn’t willing to fight, choosing instead to suffer over them trying to salvage anything. 

The ball is in Steve’s court and he’s not touching it. Says enough. A bond will be a hellava thing to break, but it is doable. Albeit, at the cost of the sub suffering the most out of the two.