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DK (Seokmin) x (gender neutral) Reader | college AU fluff | 4.2k words

synopsis: seokmin first captured your attention with his smile, and you were more than enthralled. then you captured HIS attention by utterly destroying his favourite scarf and then fleeing the scene (oops). but surely you can fix this before things get awkward, right?

a/n: it ended up more platonic than it did romantic but oh well,,, this is a very specific plot i apologize LOL

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You've always called him the scarf boy. On alternating days, it was the sunshine(y) boy.

The first day you met him was actually about a week into the semester, when you glanced over to your left and saw him sitting on the other side of the lecture hall. Nothing out of the ordinary. Normally, you would’ve just looked away and carried on with your life. It’s not unusual for your eyes to wander around as you zoned in and out of the professor’s speech. That's what you get for always staying up late the night before.

But on that day, you found your eyes fixated on the boy for the next few minutes, and you watched as he whispered something to his friend. It must’ve been something funny because soon they were both giggling like fools and he smiled from ear to ear.

And it was that smile that captivated you because you don't think you've ever seen such a bright smile before.

His face was familiar. Surely you've seen him many, many times before today, you thought. And yet you couldn't place a name on the classmate.

You brought your attention back to the lecture for a brief second and then looked at your friend, Seungkwan, who sat to your left. You gently nudged him with your elbow and he spared a glance your way before going back to his notes. You nudged him again, this time a little harder.

“Hm?” He still didn’t look up from his notebook, but you knew you had his attention now.

“Do you know who that guy is?” You gestured with your head in the smiley boy’s direction, and Seungkwan finally looked up to follow your gaze.

“Oh, you mean the literal ball of sunshine that doesn't know how to shut up?” He replied in one breath.

“Huh?”

"I said that as a good thing, by the way. Or, for the most part. His name is Lee Seokmin, everyone on campus calls him a happy virus 'cause he keeps on smiling." He paused to scribble something down.

It was probably something important and you should've written it as well, but you could tell he had more to say. You patiently waited.

"I've heard that he's in the theatre club, but I'm not too sure. He's Soonyoung's friend, but not really mine."

"So he's a theatre kid, huh." You echoed quietly and Seungkwan quirked an eyebrow.

"Why are you asking? Also, I'm not lending my notes, it's your problem for not paying attention."

"I was just wondering." You answered a little too quickly but tried to divert the attention elsewhere by busying yourself with re-organizing your own notes. "And if you lend me notes, I'll bring snacks for you tomorrow." You added quietly when the professor glanced your way after shushing Seokmin and his friend.

"Deal." You heard him whisper back after a minute and his notebook slid into your vision.

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A few days later, you went to class early so that you could finish up a small assignment to prepare for the lesson. Once again, nothing out of the ordinary.

You sat in your usual spot — not too far in the back, but also not too close to the front. Just enough for you to see the board and sneakily hold conversations without really being noticed.

There weren’t any assigned seats, but by now, it was a convention that everyone sat in the same spot every day. The spot beside yours was always saved for Seungkwan, and the spot beside his was saved for that one kid who only showed up once a month.

You were finishing up the last few pages when a loud “HELLO” echoed in the hall and you whipped your head towards the doorway.

It was that boy — Seokmin — dressed in a soft yellow hoodie, hair slightly ruffled as if he hadn’t bothered to fix it after waking up. Around his neck was the red knitted scarf he always wore the moment the weather grew cold. (Though you swore you've seen him wear it in the middle of the sweltering summer). He smiled widely, waving to the half-empty hall and then to the professor who simply chuckled at his entrance. That smile stayed on his face the entire time he made his way to his seat.

From then on, you began to understand why people called him a happy virus.

The next day, you found yourself going to class early again, this time, because you honestly didn’t have anything better to do. Besides, arriving at a good time always made you comfortable. The moment the clock struck 8:46, the same boy appeared.

"HELLO!~"

This time, it was sung out in a (very beautiful) falsetto, and you wondered how it was even possible for him to be this exuberant so early in the morning. Waking up was always a struggle on your part.

Just as quickly as the show started, the boy shut himself up after receiving a few tired "hellos" from his classmates and took a seat.

The day went by accordingly.

Since you were little, you've always been told that something needs to be repeated at least three times for it to be considered a pattern. So you decided to go to class early just one more time. You told yourself it's so that you could see you were missing out on things. In case coming to class just in time was a bad habit. A lousy excuse, really.

You knew that you just wanted to see Seokmin again.

Sure enough — it was a Thursday that day — he came in, this time in a navy blue cardigan, but still with the same red scarf. The "hello" today was a little more subdued and based on the package he had in his hands, you guessed he had stayed up all night practicing his lines. When his greeting was met with unusual silence you looked around to see that everyone was far more focused on the upcoming test than the boy at the door. So you mustered up the courage to be the one greeting him that day and he immediately perked up, sending you an appreciative smile. His eyes remained brighter as he walked over to his seat.

You decided to come to class early every day after that.

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As the seasons changed, so did your classes, and you were more than happy to realize that you and Seokmin shared not just one, but two classes this semester.

Bouncing on your toes a little bit, you silently willed for the people in front of you to hurry the heck up. The narrow stairwell did no good for the congestion of students trying to get by.

You glanced at your phone again to see that class was starting in just 3 minutes and grimaced at your predicament. You knew your professor loved starting lectures right on the clock, so you were already cutting it pretty close when you agreed to help someone with their spilled drinks before you got here. But now... did these students really have to carry their gigantic project up the stairs?

You had hoped that maybe they would step aside and let you scurry your way up to the second floor — that was literally all you needed for them. However, they seemed to be far too engrossed with the fact that one of the components was coming apart in the stuffy stairwell and you let out a sigh, backing out the door.

If they won't take the elevator then you supposed you will instead.

Thankfully, the usually crowded elevator was fairly empty, and you managed to score one all to yourself. That was a win for you if only everything else had gone as smoothly as that. Your day had only started and circumstances have suggested that it wasn't going to be the best ones out there.

Perhaps, it was also partly your fault for blasting music through your headphones in the morning. That caused you to get a little lost in your thoughts on the way here, it also caused you to bump into a few unsuspecting people. Or perhaps, it was because you decided that it was a good idea to check your phone after receiving a text to hurry to class when the elevator door was closing.

But you like to think that it was maybe also his fault for stuffing his face with a bagel at 8 am in the morning, rendering him unable to clearly shout out at you to keep the elevator door open.

You looked up at the strangled noise and saw Seokmin barrelling towards you, his one free hand wildly waving at you to do something about the situation. You, just as frantic as the boy was, rushed to smash the "open" button to no avail as the door continued to close with every step he took.

He made it, much to your relief, tumbling into the lift and almost spilling his coffee onto you (another drink disaster would've ruined your day completely). You didn't have much time to congratulate him for his feat, however, because you both watched in horror as his iconic knitted red scarf — caught in between the doors of the elevator — began to tear and unravel itself.

Seokmin frantically lifted the scarf over his head and tried to pull it out of the elevator's grip while you reached down and grabbed it in an attempt to help. But all efforts were futile when the last stitch came apart, and he was left with only a fraction of what used to be his favourite red scarf. Your stomach twisted itself when you looked up and saw the distress in his eyes, his teeth biting down on his lip as if he was contemplating the best way to curse you out.

He was an actor though, and you could tell he was putting up a facade to hide how upset he actually was. His eyes wavered as he stared at the scarf, now reduced to a mess of yarn and his lips tugged into a weary smile.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to close the door on you it was an accident." You blurted out.

Seokmin didn't answer, but the elevator door dinged open as your phone buzzed with its second alarm of the day. Class was starting.

Your hand slipped into your pocket to turn off the alarm and you looked back at Seokmin, eyes begging for forgiveness. "Look, let's meet up again sometime later so I can make it up to you, okay? I promise that I'll fix this."

And with that, you sprinted away from the scene, leaving the poor boy alone with his destroyed scarf.

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"Let me get this straight — the elevator door closed too soon and Seokmin's scarf got caught and tore apart and now you're worried that he hates you 'cause you think the scarf is really important to him?"

You nodded.

Seungkwan sighed and rubbed his forehead, trying to return to his notes. "This reads like a fanfic someone wrote at 5 am."

"It what." You blinked and he dismissed the question.

"Nothing, nothing. Did you get his number? Any way to contact him?"

You gave him a sheepish look. "I forgot to ask, I kinda ran away."

"You ran away?"

"It was an accident okay! I was nervous. But we have a lecture with him tomorrow morning, right? I could just talk to him then."

Seungkwan raised an eyebrow. "And you'll be able to muster up the courage by tomorrow? It took you 10 minutes to even tell me what happened, what do you plan to do?"

You bit your lip and stared at the forgotten work on your laptop. "Good question, I have no idea how to make up for it. Scrap talking to him tomorrow."

You both settled into silence as Seungkwan continued on with his notes and you leaned back in your chair. All sorts of ideas ran through your mind, but not of them seemed like the right one.

Then it hit you.

"That's it!" You gasp and sat straight up again, accidentally startling Seungkwan who whined about his smudged diagram. "I'll buy him another scarf, the exact same one."

"That's a good idea." He hummed. "But how will you know which one to buy?"

"I was hoping you'd have his socials? We could do some classic investigating." You suggested.

Seungkwan's eyes lit up at that and he reached over to grab his phone. "If Soonyoung's friends with him, then they're probably following each other so... Ah! There he is. A childish username, as expected."

He gave his phone to you and you scrolled through Seokmin's profile, many were pictures of food or his friends, but you stopped at one photo that caught your eye. It was of him at a park, trying to act casual for a photo (as anyone would), but wrapped around his neck was the famous red scarf.

"Perfect." You muttered to yourself. Now all you had to do was buy that scarf and hope that it comes quickly.

Or else things would become terribly awkward.

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Buying that scarf turned out to be much more difficult than you thought it would be.

No matter how deep you searched on the internet or how many times you looked at the photo of his precious scarf, there was no trace of the exact same copy.

"Don't tell me it was handmade." You groaned and got up from your seat to flop onto your bed instead. You stared at the ceiling for a while, long enough for your laptop to fall asleep.

"Maybe it's a high-end brand?" You speculated quietly to yourself and rolled onto your side to stare at the wall instead.

"No... This guy eats ramen every other day in the caf, there's no way he can afford that."

You rolled onto your back once more and pouted at absolutely no one.

Why did you have to get into this situation with someone you hardly knew?

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The next day you went to class at the normal time to avoid having to see Seokmin when he inevitably greets the class. However, when you took your seat and discreetly glanced at his spot, it was empty. Minus Soonyoung's bag that sat there instead.

You chewed on your lip for a while, wondering if his unusual absence had anything to do with yesterday.

"Good morning!"

Your shoulders relaxed at the familiar voice and you almost let yourself send him a smile when you remembered that you were supposed to be avoiding him. You immediately stiffened and stared at your table. Seokmin didn't look your way for the entirety of the lecture, which you were almost grateful for, but it also left a sinking feeling in your stomach.

On the way out, he did end up glancing at you and you immediately turned to Seungkwan to strike up a meaningless conversation.

"Make it seem like we're busy with something, he's looking my way."

Seungkwan rolled his eyes. "I talked to Soonyoung yesterday and he brought up what happened 'cause apparently he thought it was really funny. He said Seokmin wasn't mad but didn't really know what he's supposed to be doing either."

You nodded, pretending like you were listening to him and he continued on.

"Seokmin's a kind soul, you know. I doubt he's ever been angry at anyone before."

"That just makes me feel even worse though," You whined and watched Seokmin leave the room with another classmate by his side. "And I told him that we'd meet up again but I'm not ready at all. What's he gonna think about that?"

"Then you could go up to him and say that you're still sticking to your promise, but you still need time to think about what to do. Maybe he'll tell you what he wants then." Your friend suggested, poking at your work to tell you to start cleaning up.

"I think I'm going to avoid him until I'm fully prepared. So I don't mess this up." You decided, completely ignoring Seungkwan's words and the boy sighed.

"What did I do to have such dense friends?"

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The week before exams was spent cramming some last-minute studying with your friends in the community library.

It's been a while since you last spoke to Seokmin.

Which translates to "you haven't spoken to Seokmin since the incident."

You ignored those worries and buried yourself in work instead. Using yet another excuse to get out of the very problem you should probably be prioritizing.

Besides, focusing on Minghao and Jun, who were bickering over who left the empty juice carton in the mini-fridge seemed far more interesting. You giggled when Minghao practically brought out photo evidence to defend his point and Jun spluttered out a shocked response after being called out. As their conversation grew louder and louder, you quickly scanned the library, searching for the librarian to make sure you weren't going to be chewed out for being noisy.

You stopped when you spotted Seokmin sitting next to Chan, who ran the dance club you've always admired. His nose was buried in a book. It was only for a brief moment — perhaps a second or two — but you stared at him from afar, taking in his sharp features and gentle smile.

When he felt your gaze on him and locked eyes with you, you immediately looked away, trying to not let him know that you saw him.

"I gotta go." You muttered and packed up your stuff, leaving behind a bewildered Minghao and even more bewildered Jun (who was still trying to recover from the previous attack).

All those days preparing yourself crumbled right in front of you. This wasn't supposed to be happening, this wasn't moving according to the plan you promised you'd stick to.

He wasn't supposed to beat you to it.

"Y/n!"

You carried on, pretending to have not heard him and prayed that he would just give up. He was Lee Seokmin though, so of course, he didn't stop.

"Y/N!" He shouted a little louder this time and you could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer, just like on that fateful day at the elevator. You took a deep breath and braced yourself for the confrontation.

"Hey, Seokmin."

To your surprise, he gave you a big smile. "Hey! 'Was worried I wouldn't be able to catch you just now. You were walking so quickly, where are you headed?"

"Oh..." Away from you. You thought to yourself, but said something else, trying to play it cool. "Nowhere in particular, just on a walk. Needed some fresh air after spending so much time in the library. It’s always stuffy when everyone’s cramming for exams." You rambled on.

"Can I join you?"

"Sure." You lied with a small smile.

You walked in silence for a while, with you leading the way, cheeks heating up with every second that passed.

"You've been avoiding me haven't you?" He finally spoke up.

The tips of your ears burned. "I wasn't trying to."

"If it's about what happened in the elevator, you don't have to worry about it." He prompted lightly and you stopped walking.

"Well, I am worrying about it." You admitted. "Because not only was that your first impression of me, but I know that scarf meant a lot to you and it was such a stupid way for it to get destroyed."

You took a deep breath and continued before he could think of an answer. "I'm trying to buy you another scarf, but I've been having some trouble finding it anywhere..." You admitted.

"Ah," Seokmin chuckled. "My grandmother made that scarf so I doubt you'd be able to find it online."

"It was from your grandmother?" You rubbed your face, thinking about all the hours spent examining the photo and struggling to find the perfect match. "I'm so sorry, that's even worse than it just being your favourite."

He shrugged. "Nah, it's fine, I got over it after that day."

You couldn't hide the look of surprise when he said that.

"To be honest, she's been trying to get me to ditch that scarf because I wore it too much. It's a good excuse to get a new one now!" He finished happily and you suddenly felt less tense.

"Your grandmother makes nice scarves, though. I never knew that there was a little design on it until, well, until it ripped. But it was beautiful! Please give her my compliments."

Seokmin let out a shy laugh. "Ah, you're talking about the little bunnies and sunflowers stitched onto it, right? I've always worn the scarf inside out because I don't know what people will think when they see it."

"What?!" You blurted out, incredulous. "They're really cute! If anyone were to hate on the cute bunnies then they're going to have a word with me." You joked, pretending to get into a fighting stance. "I would definitely wear that scarf proudly, but what makes you comfortable, of course."

"Interesting. Hearing that does make me a little for confident." He hummed. The conversation stilled for a brief second before he spoke up again. "What are your plans for the break?"

You blinked at the sudden change of topic. "Uhm, nothing much, probably just heading back to spend time with family."

"Cool! My plans are the same. How about you meet me..." He walked over to a nearby bench and planted his feet firmly on the ground. "Exactly here on the day, we get back. Does that sound okay?"

"Why?" You asked, but he was already backing away. You stepped forward, insisting on an answer but he refused to give you one and you could only nod your head in agreement.

"I'll see you then... I guess..." You called out weakly, speaking to practically no one because the boy was already on his way elsewhere.

And just like that, your conversation with Lee Seokmin ended.

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Winter break soon arrived and left as quickly as it came.

You arrived exactly 5 minutes before the meeting time and Seokmin arrived exactly 5 minutes after the meeting time.

"Y/n!"

You waved when you heard the familiar voice and the two of you shared a warm smile despite the cold weather.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," He continued. "How have you been!"

"I've been alright, how about you?"

He replied with his own "same old, same old" and you sent him a curious look when the small talk died down. "So why did you ask to meet up today?"

"Yes! About that." His hand drifted towards his neck and he didn't even have to speak for you to piece two and two together.

Wrapped around his neck was a new scarf, the same style as the old one, but this time, it was a soft shade of pink. Embroidered along the front was a small line of bunnies and flowers, perfect for the spring that was soon to come.

You brightened at the sight and let out a small gasp. "You got a new one! Nice!"

"Yep! And," Seokmin placed something warm in your hands and you realized he's been carrying it with him this entire time. "This is for you."

You stared at the scarf in your hands. It was a lovely shade of blue. "Wh— why do I get a scarf too?"

He laughed and fidgeted with his sleeves. "You spoke so fondly of my old one, I thought you'd appreciate having one for yourself so I asked my grandmother to make an extra one."

"That makes me feel even worse!" You cried out, guilty for not only ruining his old scarf but also inadvertently making him do more work to gift you something you didn't think you deserved.

"No, please don't feel bad!" He immediately replied, eyes wide to get his message across. "She was happy to make another and honestly, I just wanted to clear things up so that we don't start off on the wrong foot, you know?"

"Thank you." You pouted, still feeling a little bad, but you wrapped the scarf around your neck nevertheless. Seokmin smiled as he watched you and you grabbed the end of the scarf to admire the handiwork.

"They have the same pattern. We're matching with each other now." You quietly noted and suddenly the atmosphere between you two grew warmer.

"I guess we are! This makes us scarf buddies now, I guess." Seokmin smiled sheepishly. "We are bound by an unfortunate incident, but I hope to turn it into something positive. We can be friends, right?"

"I should be the one asking you that, idiot." You replied with a grin. The grip you had on the scarf got a little bit tighter. "Of course we can be friends, I would love to be your friend."

The smile on his face reminded you of when you first saw him.

Suddenly, your phone went off in your pocket, signalling that it was a good time to start heading to class. So much for an easy transition back into the school year.

"I should probably get going now," You started at the same time Seokmin spoke up.

"I promised I would meet up with—"

You both paused mid-sentence before bursting out in laughter at the coincidence.

"We have a lecture together tomorrow, right?" He asked excitedly and you nodded. "We can continue our conversation later then."

You laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow, scarf buddy."

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The next day went by accordingly, starting with a familiar “HELLO!~” from the boy who loved to eat bagels at 8 in the morning and wear scarves in any kind of weather.

The only difference is that this time, he took the seat to your right instead of one at the opposite end of the hall. He greeted you with a smile and you happily started up a lively conversation before class started. Decorating both your outfits were your matching scarves, flowers and rabbits on the outside for the world to see.

This way, everyone could know that you guys were scarf buddies.

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Coffee Cups

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Sprint Fic Challenge Prompt:“Oh no, he’s hot!”

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The small coffee shop she found on her way to college on a rainy day quickly became Marinette’s favourite place. The staff always welcomed every client with a genuine smile, it was her quiet corner in a hectic city like New York. Sometimes, when she missed her family too much, she would spend the whole afternoon after her courses there, just to feel something close to the familiar warmth home had. She became a regular, the employees knew her and they prepared her order just as soon as they saw her walk through the door. She had found her own piece of heaven in the chaos her college work brought her, not to mention that the coffee was great.

She had become so accustomed to that small café and it’s employees that when Rachel, the girl who usually stayed at the counter and sometimes spoiled her with a few more cookies than she’d ordered when she had a rough day at uni, told her that she was quitting the job, she felt somewhat sad, and she was sure that whoever was going to replace her would have never been as good as her.

At least, that’s what she thought until she walked into the café and saw him.

The boy standing at the counter had the most beautiful smile Marinette had ever seen, and he welcomed warmly her and Alya as they entered. He was tall and even through the apron that covered his figure, Marinette could see that he was pretty well-built. His jaw was sharp and it reminded her of some sculptures she had only seen in museums. It was sculpted by Michelangelo himself.

His hair was short and black on the sides, and the longer part on the top was dyed blue and fell unruly on his forehead, right above his blue eyes.

His right brow was decorated with a black piercing, and his ears were embellished by black plugs and black rings on the superior part. His calm and cordial attitude contrasted his appearance and that’s what struck Marinette the most.

He was gorgeous.

“Good morning, what can I get for you today?”, he said, and his voice made him even more attractive than Marinette thought he already was, it was smooth and deep, and she would have listened to him talk forever. She kept staring at him, too mesmerized for the words to come out of her mouth.

Alya nudged at her and she shook herself from her thoughts, “Uh I… yes…”, she nodded, and the boy raised his eyebrow at her “And what can I serve you?” he repeated kindly.

Marinette mentally slapped herself. Don’t make a fool of yourself, you’ve grown up now.

“Can I have…” You? Your number? Please? “a Chanel Mercato, please?” she said, feeling her cheeks flaming when she realized what she had said. Shit.

The boy gave her a confused look, “I’m afraid we don’t have that”.

“Oh! Yeah. S-sorry. I can’t function properly when – a cute boy is looking at me the way you do – I haven’t had my coffee yet”, she gave an awkward smile trying to brush it off, “I meant a Caramel Macchiato. And a raspberry croissant. Please…”

The boy nodded and she looked at him as he wrote her order on a cup. A black snake was wrapped around his right forearm, its head reached the back of his hand right above his thumb, and Marinette wondered how his big hands would have felt if they were caressing her skin. And now that his gaze turned at her again and his lips were moving slowly, she wondered how could an action like this be so fascinating to her eyes. Oh wait- what did he say? Was he talking to her?

Marinette got back to reality only when Alya poked at her side again.

“You know, as much as I’d like to keep looking at your pretty face, I have to serve other people. So, if you could give me your name…” he said, accompanying the words with a slow grin. He sounded so calm and collected but Marinette felt herself short-circuit at his words. Did he just call her pretty? Breathe Marinette, it’s not like the most handsome boy you’ve ever seen called you anything. He’s just doing his job and he’s being polite. Just this. Get yourself together.

Marinette took a deep breath before she could speak again, and when she finally was ready to say her name, her mouth let out a gabbled “Ma-Ma-Marinette”, and she really wished the ground would swallow her up. As if she didn’t embarrass herself enough, she added, “And thank you??? You’re beautiful as well. I mean husb- I mean ho- pretty as well.” she blabbered. Oh, she wished she could sew her mouth shut now.

She winced and lowered her head, and she kept looking at the floor as she walked to the other side of the counter to grab her order. Alya, who was right next to her, burst into laughter as soon as they reached an empty table.

“Oh, I thought you stopped getting all worked up in front of cute boys! I kind of missed that”, she snickered.

Marinette didn’t say anything, she just put her head in her hands and sighed heavily. She really wanted to scream. What was happening to her? It wasn’t fair, she had just embarrassed herself in front of the cutest guy she had ever met. What did he think of her now? She missed Rachel already.

“This is bad, stop laughing!” she whined at her friend, who looked way too amused by her behaviour. She lifted her head to grab her cup and noticed that he had spelled her name in the way she said it to him.

Ma-Ma-Marinette was followed by a little winking smiley.

As exaggerating as it may sound, Marinette felt overwhelmed. She felt weak and all she could think of were those deep blue eyes that looked at her, and the smiley face he had drawn next to her name. She really needed to lay down for a moment.

“Please, tell me you didn’t skip class today because you couldn’t handle someone calling you pretty” Alya chocked on a laugh when Marinette complained to her on the phone that evening.

“I skipped just the first one!” she said, “I really needed to get myself together you know?” she groaned in frustration. “Have you seen him? I wasn’t expecting to see someone so gorgeous today and he called me pretty and I made a fool of myself in front of him!” she sighed.

What could she do now? She contemplated not going to that café anymore while she was laying down, but was it worth it? She didn’t want to give up that small piece of heaven she had found in New York, and she also wished she could make it up for that morning at least, and prove to the cute boy she wasn’t the stammering mess he met that day.

She also kind of hoped that he would forget about her the next day. Why was she like this?

After a whole 30-minute conversation where Alya tried to convince Marinette not to give up her favourite coffee spot, she decided she would have gone back to the café. He called her pretty after all, maybe she was making a big deal out of nothing. Who doesn’t get all awkward when they see someone as hot as that guy?

When she went back to the café the next day he was still the most gorgeous guy she’d ever seen. He smiled softly at her, and she looked around the place as she walked to the counter. Luckily, there wasn’t anyone behind her waiting to order and she could have the chance to talk to him calmly.

“What can I get for you today, Ma-Ma-Marinette?” he said, and his voice was as welcoming and warm as the day before, maybe even sweeter than the caramel macchiato she always got. This made the fact that he still remembered her sting a little less. Calm down Marinette, don’t mess it up this time.

“A C-Caramel Macchiato and a raspberry croissant, please” she said, mentally high fiving herself for not stammering too much this time.

He handed her the order with a smile and wished her a nice day; their hands brushed against each other for a moment before she grabbed her cup.

Marinette felt her insides go wobbly before she put her order on a table and sat down. She could still feel his gaze on her but that was probably her imagination. She grabbed her cup, and that’s when she noticed that he hadn’t written her name on it.

I meant what I said the other day, you’re really beautiful -L.

Marinette’s eyes widened and she blinked as she examined the cup, making sure she’d read that correctly. His calligraphy was clear, and she pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t still dreaming. He called her beautiful this time.

And she had an initial! Not his name, but an L., that was a good starting point! Too bad the coffee shop didn’t give the employees name tags.

She flushed when she re-read her cup, and he smiled at her again before she left the café to get to class, this time there was something else distracting her from her lessons.

Marinette ended up looking forward to seeing him every day, sometimes they also managed to talk for a moment before another client needed to order; and she was the happiest when the cute barista smiled at her and handed her her order with a new phrase that made her start the day in the best way, it didn’t take long for her not to stammer around him anymore.

I hope your day is as lovely as your eyes -L.

Your smile is adorable -L.

After a whole week of getting cute messages on her coffee cups, Marinette felt like this was going nowhere. If he was really interested in her like he showed through all those messages, why didn’t he ask her out? Also, she got so engaged in their conversations she always ended up forgetting to ask for his name when they met.

“Are you going to do something about it?” Alya asked after Marinette spent another day complaining.

Marinette nodded tenaciously to answer her question, she needed to act this time.

The next day, when the blue haired boy asked her what he could get for her today, Marinette collected all the bravery she had in her body and said, “Oh, the usual. But add your number, and your name, too. Please.”

It was his turn to blush as Marinette held his gaze. He looked taken aback by her sudden burst of confidence, but he smiled when he grabbed a new cup. He looked even better with his cheeks pink, she thought. It took him longer than usual to write on her cup, and he winked at her when he handed her the order.

Along with his number, he had added another note.

I’m free on Friday -Luka.

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oldschoolimagineblog · 4 years

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INFAMOUS: p. 1 Meeting

→ Warnings: There is going to be mention of drug use and abuse, sex* (*girl on girl too), fights, name calling and a poly-relationship (kinda).

→ Tags: @anon-1112 @m0n1cal3w1n5ky

→ A/N: I hope you guys enjoy!! Any feedback is welcomed, if you wanna be tagged let me know!

1983

The Sunset Strip, what a wonderful place it was; filled with beautiful women with barely any clothes on and filled with drunk and dosed Rockstar's and common men. It was the place to go when your heart desired was to party and enjoy the view of women, hoping to be lucky and go home with one of them.

And right now, nothing sounded better to Y/N than that; she knew how to get there, she´d seen some of band mates go in a few times, her legs felt like jelly and her body tricked her into thinking she was melting with every step she took now that the mdma had officially taken over her system, but once she walked into the club, eyes wide and a big smiled plastered over her face from all the women inside, she forgot about how she was melting just a few seconds before.

But her heart jumped in her ears when she heard Razzle's´ laugh in the club, it was pure coincidence that she had found him there, and pure luck the fact that she heard him over the music, she scanned the room and spotted the blackhead quickly, he was sitting with some other men you couldn’t care to identify, so you made your way towards him.

When you were close enough, he spotted you walking by, and drunkenly he rose his hands up, like a child, when he´s excited over something and yelled your name which only made her chest feel heavy with joy,your senses too heightened so all the joy you usually felt when you saw Raz just became a thousand times more intense, everything was.

¨Darling come sit with us! I´ll introduce you to Motley fucking Crue! ¨ he yelled, by now everyone in the table was looking at you. The boys were all drunk or high, or both, but not even that took the shock from them when they saw you, all smiley and clearly high off something, since you were unable to stay still and on your forehead and arms a thin layer of sweat shined; still you looked just like in the magazines.

You modelled on and off, it was never really your thing but you record label loved to make money off you, and although your main job was music, they liked to profit from your looks as much as they liked profiting from your voice. And although they were silent as you embraced Raz and pressed a kiss on his lips, they were all thinking the same thing how the fuck does Razzle know you.

You were everyone's dream girl, your career was at its highest point, everyone knew you and either wanted to be with you or be you, your music videos and interviews played through all MTV, your name was always on the papers and magazines along with photos, your music was on the radio; you were what the industry was all about.

¨This is Y/N! Dear love of mine, this is Motley Crue, Mick, Vince, Tommy and Nikki¨ Raz introduced everyone and then sat down, leaving you space to join them at the table, and once settled you didn’t waste no time in excitingly saying hi to all of them, babbling on how you’ve seen them live a few times at the Whiskey and how you had a friend who was obsessed with them.

¨You know what I'm curious to hear, the story of how you out of anyone stumbled into a strip club at this time at night¨ Nikki said to everyone, ¨Hopefully is not one of those stories in which you were just looking for you boyfriend here¨ he added drinking from his bottle of Jack.

To which you laughed and explained, ¨Oh no, no. It was all casualty that Raz was here with you guys, by the way, we are not dating, but I was partying at another club and decided I wanted to come down to sunset strip and see some girls dance, the plans just changed when I saw you guys when I walked in¨

¨You wanted to see girls dance? ¨ Vince jumped in, ¨Let´s go see some girls dance! ¨ he offered, ¨We never meant to ruin your plans anyway¨ Tommy said, everyone seemed to like the idea since they were all standing from his seats already, grabbing onto their drinks and cigs as they called for a girl to come along. So, you followed, naturally all the exciting washing over your body like waves.

On a private room, all of you sat until a dancer came around and started playing some music, your leg was bouncing unable to stay still from the anxiousness it caused you to be there, but not the bad kind of anxiety, the excited-I-can´t-wait-for-this-to-happen one. Once the dancer began doing her thing, your eyes were glued to her, she moved and looked like a goddess, and although it was the extasy running through you, you wanted her, and she was quick to notice your lusty staring with your dilated pupils and she went in for a show.

Making her way to you until she was eventually straddling you, everyone's eyes were on you too, no one expected this to happen, but they were not angry about it, and all the boys were too high and drunk to even bother to talk.

The dancer unclasped her bra and slid it down her shoulders, revealing her breasts to everyone, then she started to play with the hem of your shirt until eventually she took your top off, leaving you in a bra, she never stopped dancing to the music while she did that, her hips were moving and she pulled your hands to her breasts, and you wasted to time in grouping her, eventually not caring about the boys in the room and kissing and sucking on her nipples.

¨Raz man, if she isn´t your girlfriend then you wouldn't mind us joining in on her fun, right? ¨ Nikki asked, ¨She surely isn't my girlfriend mate, she's my wife, but I don’t think she would want anyone to join in her fun right now¨ Razzle laughed, quickly glancing at Nikki as he spoke.

¨You´re married? How is this not public? ¨ Mick asked, he had completely zoned out of your and the dancer, and just as the topic was beginning to get the attention of everyone, including you, the dancer finished up her routine, picked her tips and left.

¨My manager doesn´t want the story to go public, since we got drunk married in Vegas¨ you explained, ¨Pretty much, and getting it annulled would bring unwanted attention on the subject¨ Razzle added.

¨So you guys are together? ¨ Nikki asked trying to get the story straight.

To which you and Raz shrugged, ¨I wouldn’t say we´re together¨ he explained.

¨Yeah, we´re not strictly together, but we do go out sometimes¨ you said

¨So you have and open marriage? ¨ Mick asked, trying to put it in simple words,

You and Raz and looked at each and nodded, truth was you guys never really talked about what your relationship was all about, surely you felt something for Raz, he has showed you love and support like no one, and you felt the same way towards him, but you were too young to commit, he was two years older than you, and you had just turned 21 a few weeks ago, exactly why you had decided to celebrate with Hanoi Rocks in Vegas.

You’ve met Hanoi Rocks when your manager introduced you to them, they had just arrived from Finland and your label was helping them breakthrough in America, and you all clicked as soon as you started speaking. So, on the weekend of your birthday you surprised with tickets and reservations for Vegas to celebrate, and they were all in.

However, things did get a little out of hand, and although it was not your first-time drinking, you all got a little too carried away and lost control in the middle of the partying, and somehow you went from strangers buying you and the guys drinks at a bar to someone's penthouse getting body shots from beautiful women and having everyone on Hanoi Rocks do coke on your ass.

And with a few lines and drinks on your system you grew a little closer to Razzle, his hands were on your body the whole night, dancing and drinking, kissing your everywhere, and things escaladed quickly, it was in a matter of hours that you two were in one of the bedrooms, tearing each other's clothing off, touching and rubbing on each other, making love promises.

And it was at that moment when Raz thought about marriage, and so he asked you to marry him, all while kissing down your body while you were under him, looking at you in between your thighs, your panties were long gone, and you said yes, you assured him you wanted to marry him; and suggested how all the partying you were doing was now your joined bachelor party.

And it took no time for him to attach his lips to your aching core, already dripping from all the foreplay you had done before hand, his tongue was all over your clit, sucking and flickering, while his hands were skilled on your core, sliding in and out, waves of pleasure coming through you as you melted under his touch, your hands were tight on his hair pushing closer to you as you moaned out his name, begging for him not to stop as you felt yourself about to finish all over his face, which you did shortly after, and he licked you clean, you were quick to want more from him, ready to get him inside of you when he stopped you.

¨This can wait sugar, I just wanted to show you a preview of our wedding night¨ he kissed you, ¨Then what are we waiting for Raz? let's go get married! ¨ you said getting off him, ¨get dressed! Let's go to a chapel! You said, to which he listened, quickly getting his clothes on.

The ceremony was short and fun, some guy dressed as Elvis married you two while his band was his best men and some girl you found at the party agreed to be you maid of honor. And in your vows, you promised to love and care for each other until the day came one of you part into another life.

Once you came back to California with the band, and the drugs and booze had worn down, you and Raz were kind of freaking about you and him being married, you had both agreed on the fact that most of what was said was all under the influence and although he was clear on the fact that he did find you fascinating, maybe marriage was a little too soon for you both, to which you agreed, you guys needed to get to know each other a little more, and just as you and him were talking about getting your marriage annulled, your manager heard you talk and he almost lost his shit.

He couldn’t have your reputation be questioned after a weekend of hard drugs and a marriage where you were the bride! So, he brought Hanoi Rocks manager, and it was quickly decided that to keep the bad press away, you were to stay married until they found a way to annul it without it been a big story so both you and is band would be free of any drama and bad reputation.

Once you and Raz had told the boys the story of what happened between you two, they understood your relationship a little more, although a lot of questions came from it.

¨So if he fucks another girl you wouldn’t care? ¨

¨No Tommy¨

¨What about if he gets another girlfriend? Would you be angry then? ¨

¨No Tommy, I just want to see Raz happy¨

¨Raz and would you care if she fucked some other dude? ¨

¨As long as she is into it, I'm good Nikki¨

Soon enough you were all crashing at Motleys two-bedroom apartment, it was one of those weird night in which all the boys came home together, not leaving early with some chick or crashing at someone else's house instead of theirs.

The sunlight was starting to shine through the city since you decided to walk to their apartment, and once in, everyone kind of just scattered around, they offered some of their clothes for you to sleep in with, and by the time you came out of the bathroom in Nicki's shirt and Mick´s boxer everyone was already passed out, so you followed their lead and walked around looking for somewhere comfortable to pass out too, and ended up finding Nikki asleep in a bed with plenty of space for the two to sleep in.

The only thing he managed to take off was his shirt, his boots and pants were still on, so carefully you took his shoes off, and you made your way to the other side of the bed. You didn´t want to wake him up, not that you thought was possible though, the nights drinking and drug using was enough to tire anyone, and they were already in the club when you arrived, god knows since when they had been sitting in that table. You laid next to him; he was on top of the covers so you were hoping on it not being a cold morning so you could sleep peacefully.

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fizzyxcustard · 5 years

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The Dream Walker (Part 1 of ‘Got Vampire?!’ Series)

Fandom: Sleepwallker

Summary: Part 1 of the Got Vampire?! series. Various characters interpreted as vampires. You are staying at Dr White’s sleep clinic after suffering from night terrors for most of your life. However, your dream takes a rather unusual and erotic turn. Will you find out who the stranger in your dream is?

Pairings: Scott White x Fem!Reader, Vampire!Scott White x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, night terror references, flashbacks, sexual references, smutty dreams.

Word count: 2292

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Music inspiration/listened to for this piece: Thunderstorm sounds (I know it’s not music, but I always have something on to help me get into the zone for writing)

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You could feel the nerves rising in you. Tonight would be the night you visited Dr. Scott White’s clinic to be properly tested during an overnight observation. The night terrors had been something you suffered from now since you were a child, and due to the severity and frequency, they had contributed to anxiety and depression as an adult. Your therapist, Dr. Holland had encouraged you to seek out Dr. White and book an appointment regarding your terrors.

What if you had one of your terrors in the clinic and woke all the other patients? Surely you would all have your own separate rooms. What if you fell out of bed again, and this time did something worse than break your wrist? The terrors and dreams left you exhausted every day and with the constant feeling that someone was watching you. Managers at the lawyers’ office you worked in were only so accommodating and understanding, and had gradually become annoyed at your level of sickness from work and late turns ins on a morning.

The evening was still humid as you walked across the car park and into the clinic; your clothes felt as though they were sticking to you and the air was becoming unbearable to breathe. Thankfully, cool air hit you as you walked into the centre, past the automatic doors and down the hall to the reception area.

“I’ve come to see Dr. White. I’m due to sleep over tonight,” you announced, smiling at the grey-haired woman sat down behind the desk. She looked up at you over her glasses, seeming a little put out that you had disturbed her from completing a filing task.

“Name, please?” she asked, her tone unmoving and without any emotion.

You gave over your details of name, date of birth and address, confirming your identity.

“Dr. White’s assistant will call you through shortly,” the receptionist told you. “If you could take a seat over there. It shouldn’t be too long.”

Why were you so nervous? You could feel your hands shaking and the small bag you had brought with your clean clothes and hygiene products felt like a lead weight on your shoulder. You backed away from the receptionist’s desk and sat down on one of the seats. Magazine covers looked up at you from the small tables situated between groups of chairs. Models with pure white teeth and perfect hair gazed out, making you feel inferior.

Soon you heard your name called and a young, smiley woman, barely out of her teens came walking down the sterile hallway. Her shoes squeaked on the floor and you noticed her blonde ponytail swing in time with her happy approach.

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long,” the assistant said, grinning at you. “We’ve had a long day today, but thankfully, you’re the only over night stay. We can have a bit of a breather.”

All of your belongings were put into a locker for safekeeping firstly, and then you were taken into Dr. White’s office. There, behind an oak desk, was a good looking man, with short dark hair, a beard and wearing an open necked white shirt under a black suit. Instantly you felt your heart speed up again, and then as he looked up at you from his seat, offering a smile, you felt a blush hit your cheeks.

“I’m Dr. White,” he said, offering his hand. He had a deep, baritone voice that wrapped around you like silk. “Please, take a seat.”

You sat down, holding your hands tight between your knees and tried not to look at him too much. You would have assumed Dr. White would have been much older, easily gaining years into his sixties, but no, he was only around forty, the very first hints of his age showing at the edges of his eyes.

Dr. White opened a file in front of him which clearly had your name on the front and date of birth. “So? In your notes I can see you’ve suffered from night terrors since you were a child, and your therapist, Dr. Holland, believes this has led to anxiety and depression. Do you remember your dreams?”

“Ummm, sometimes, yes,” you said, chewing on your thumb nail. “But mostly I wake up screaming, scratching at my window or in a different part of my house.”

“And what do you normally see in your dreams? Anything re-occurring?”

“There’s a man in the shadows, and I know he’s after me. He won’t give up, but I never see his face. Sometimes I feel something painful on my neck.”

As you explained the scenarios of your dreams, Dr. White remained silent. The only other sound apart from your voice was the gentle scratching of his pen on paper as he updated your prior appointment notes.

“I just don’t know what he wants from me,” you whispered, feeling a tear slide down your cheek. “He won’t leave me alone, and then when I’m at work or walking to get the bus, I feel like he’s still there, watching me. I don’t know who this man is but he’s become so real and I want him gone.”

Dr. White sighed and dropped his pen on the table. “Your dream sounds like an archetypical scenario of you running from your problems. In your subconscious there’s something that you fear or you’re trying hard not to confront and it’s coming to you in the form of a man. What are your views of men?”

“Excuse me?” you coughed.

Dr. White smiled. “You won’t cause any offense here. What do you think of men?”

“Umm…” you began, feeling the most nervous you had done since walking through the clinic doors. “I get intimidated by men; I always feel like they’re never bothered by me because I mean so little to them. I’m overshadowed, dismissed by them.”

“When you say that you see this man, does he always appear in shadow? You mentioned never seeing his face.”

“Yes, he’s always in shadow or darkness.”

“Is your father in your life?”

“Yes, I have a decent relationship with him. I’m closer to my mother, but my father has always been there for me, supported me. Why are you asking me about men?”

“It’s the fact that this person who comes to you is a man. Most chase or stalking dreams are completely unknown characters. How about your personal life? Do you have a partner?”

“I don’t see what this has to do with anything, Dr. White,” you replied, becoming quite anxious and frustrated at his questioning.

Dr. White noted your behaviour, sensing shame behind your movement. You had barely looked him in the eye since first contact, and the question about partners seemed to be making you extremely uncomfortable.

“I came here for help with night terrors, not you asking about my personal relationships,” you countered.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” Dr. White replied softly. “I’m merely trying to understand what’s happening in your mind. Your therapist was unable to release your notes to me because of confidentiality, even between health professionals. So everything is a blank slate here. I can’t help you if you don’t open up to me. I’m in no way judging you.”

A lump stuck in your throat, and you looked away at the white wall. “I’m still a virgin,” you whispered. “I’ve just never met the right man.”

“And do you feel shame in that?” Dr. White’s tone was now softer, more concerned.

“I’ve always felt shame around myself,” you replied, crossing your arms for comfort and defence.

“Does this man ever talk to you?”

“Sometimes, and when he talks to me, I know that he’s not going to hurt me…”

Your words trailed off and you began imagining him, standing behind you. Sometimes you would feel his hands brush down your arms and a warm breath would waft across your neck. There was a tenderness about the man, a want and a need. But the terror became overwhelming, the terror of losing control.

Dr. White said no more, and escorted you through to the room that was to be yours. “There are three cameras in the room and a panic button next to your bed should you need us or there’s an emergency. Treat this like your bedroom; so if you fall asleep to music, put your headphones in. There’s a television should you find that that soothes you to sleep.”

“I normally have a shower and a hot drink before bed,” you told him.

“There are showers just down the hall and we have a kitchen where drinks can be made. We want to replicate everything exactly like a normal environment you sleep in. The only difference is, we will attach electrodes to your scalp which will read your brain waves through an electroencephalograph, or EEG.”

***

By the time that you had showered and drank your hot mug of tea, you bid goodnight by Dr. White’s assistant. They had even allowed you to wear your own pyjamas. You got into bed, noting that it was just like a normal hospital bed. It was fairly comfortable, although the electrodes dug into your head when you turned against the pillow. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be exactly ‘normal’.

It took you about half an hour longer to fall asleep than it normally did. Being in strange places always made you nervous, thus sleep didn’t descend quite so swiftly.

However, the dream began the same. You were walking down a street, darkness surrounding you. Small pockets of light shone from the street lamps, highlighting houses. You walked further, noting that you had no shoes on.

***

Scott sat in his office, comfortable in his high backed leather seat. There was a smile between his lips, a content smile. He closed his eyes, resting back into the comfort and allowed his mind to drift, sailing away to where he knew his lover would be. His untouched, pure, lover.

Hunger was rising in his belly, for both energy and to sate the rising lust. He whipped through darkness, his eyes burning through the shadows, until he saw a figure bathed in white. “My love,” he whispered. “You found me.”

Normally his lover was scared, unable to turn to face him. She would remain with her back to him and there he would feed, sinking his teeth into her warm, inviting flesh. That energy, that life force, it kept both of them alive. Her life force and blood ran through his veins. Connection, forever.

Tonight was different. She was dressed in white, unlike the usual dark colours. An aura was bright around her. And as Scott got closer, she turned. Finally, he saw her face. And she saw his.

“My love,” he whispered again, cupping her cheek. Oh, that warmth. He could hear and smell her delicious life force, pulsing. He kissed her, drawing his arms around her where they both felt their energies pour into one being, and they disappeared from the darkness.

***

You were lying on a bed, encased in the stranger’s arms. But he wasn’t a stranger any longer. His silver eyes would not leave you and his hand began to drift up your inner thigh towards your womanhood. “You’ve waited all this time for me?” he whispered.

“Only you,” you whispered in response and kissed him, pulling him down to you.

The heat was rising as he kissed down your body, his beard tickling your flesh. Over your breasts, your stomach, navel and down to that place you had kept pure, just for him. You arched your back as waves of pleasure crashed through you. To think that all those years of terror had come to this. If only you had turned around sooner to see his face.

Then his lips began caressing your neck, his tongue licking over your vein. He could feel the pulsing, jolting through the tip of his tongue. If there was one thing he wanted, it was you. To be part of him for all eternity, turned and cleansed by him.

“I’m yours,” you told him. He was still nuzzling hungrily against your neck. “Take what you want, my love.”

He drew back, looking upon you. “Are you sure? There is no turning back once we have gone this far.”

“I would never want to turn back and be without you,” you replied.

Your hand caressed his cheek and he leaned in to your touch, his lips just touching your palm. “I’ve waited for you for so long and now we can be together,” he replied, a tear falling down his cheek.

The pain stripped through your neck and caused fire to roar in your veins. His teeth pierced through your skin, releasing the energy that would keep you alive for eternity. His hard, heavy body remained against you as a shield and as a guard, making sure you could not move from his hold. But you gave yourself freely this time.

Then complete darkness.

***

The next morning, Dr. White’s assistant knocked on the doctor’s door. Nothing. He should have been in his office, examining your results. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and proceeded to walk into the office, only to find that he wasn’t there. “Dr. White?” she called.

Suddenly a nurse shot into the room. “Kayleigh, the patient from last night is missing.”

Both the nurse and assistant raced into your room, astonished to find that you were not there. No one had seen you leave and the door had been locked all night.

“What’s that?” the nurse asked, approaching the empty bed. The electrodes were splayed across the pillow and just below them, in the spot your neck would have rested was a small droplet of blood.

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writingsofmyimagination · 5 years

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Conjecture |7|

Yoongi x Reader

Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

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Words:3293

Warnings: SMUT!! Domme ReaderxSub Yoongi. BDSM themes.Oral (F receiving). Slightly Soft Yoongi.

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//For the second time that day you made Yoongi choke on his drink.

“You just look like you’ve received the filthiest message” Jin teased observing the pink flush Yoongi’s cheeks framing the grin plastered on his face.

“And who exactly would I receive those messages from?” he returned without hesitation with Jin going back to checking his own phone in defeat. Observing the proximity of the other boys around him he re-read the message taking more time to hang on to every last word before his concentration of his surroundings dropped completely off the radar and painted himself in your picture.

His chest already falling and rising in rapid tides trying to recover from practice, his skin slick with sweat hoping the next time it was at your doing. Your delicate fingertips tracing his every outline, down his side, up his thigh…Your nails marking his skin as you came around him.

Stop! He scolded himself feeling the stirring of his cock.

His pulse skyrocketed.

“Hey breaks over” Jungkook nudged him.

“Yeah, one sec” Yoongi replied typing in the only response he had.

-Fuck-.

Your message completely knocked the sincere talk he’d been rehearsing nervously in his mind straight to the back burner.//.

Your insides where a whirl of excitement they had you nauseous, the vocals were done and edited. You had the overwhelming excitement of a puppy; as an artist to get this rush without any clouding of doubt was rare and it was to be cherished in its entirety. You’d rushed round the apartment rendering it acceptable. The large open plan living area enabled you to observe your handiwork from all angles. Charlie’s toys were chucked into a box in the corner by the window next to his excessively large bed you’d thought would be a good idea even when the little guy lives curled into your legs or next to you given every opportunity; you spared a thought and wondered if Charlie would approve of Yoongi. You had the largest TV that would mount on the wall opposite the just as large 8 seater deep corner sofa that was worth every penny of the 3000 pound you’d spent on it. It still looked brand new apart from the corner seat which was blanketed with one of Charlie’s blankets; you didn’t have an issue with his fur anywhere but if it was at least localised it made cleaning slightly easier.

It was gone 10pm by the time the knock kick-started your heart at 50 miles an hour. It soon stopped dead when he walked in looking as equally comfy as he was gorgeous. The grey-blue hoody sat loosely on his frame, his phone weighing down the front pocket. A long lighter blue shirt peaked out over running the length of the hoody resting mid-thigh and longer at the back; his pale knees drawing your eye through the slits in the black skinnies accessorised with a red bandanna. His dark hair sat fluffy and slightly damp strands holding on to his forehead and shading his eyes making them all the more endearing. There was something off in his expression which sunk your heart to the bottom of your stomach.

You beckoned him with a graceful gesture, he slumped the large holdall which had been clinging at his side.

“The drive was okay?”

“Yeah, the hour flew by” he responded

“Because you had something good at the end of it I bet” you slowly encroached on his space.

“Mmhmm” he mumbled past the kiss he received, his lips weren’t quite as responsive as they had been.

“You okay?” the pang of concern hitting your chest harder than it needed to.

“Yeah, just can we talk a minute” the words that left him were hesitant, his hand rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish eyes unable to settle anywhere.

“Sure, go make yourself comfortable, want anything to drink?”

“No I’m good thanks” he made his way and perched on the sofa and watched you sit beside him, you tucked your legs under you and rested your palm at your temple, elbow resting on the top of the chair. He didn’t say anything, the silence stole the oxygen from the room, you decided you hated seeing him nervous or in any kind of emotional turmoil. You placed a supportive hand over his, he squeezed it and then stood and proceeded to pace in small shuttles.

“Okay so…” he began and then paused rehearsing the words in his mind for a moment. “I just have something to say before anything more happens between us, for my own sanity I need you to hear it and I don’t want to keep anything from you”

He paused again, you did nothing but wait patiently for him to continue with reassuring eyes.

“Like I really like you, and I have for years. When you stopped talking me and made it more than clear you hated me it destroyed me; there was nothing in my mind I could think of that I did and I had no idea how to fix it.”

You’d never thought until now how he’d felt after you’d so harshly cut him off, and now you did and it hurt, it hit you like a steam powered engine.

“I’d never stopped thinking about or wishing you all the success in the world that you truly deserve. When you finally agreed to collaborate I was ecstatic, I didn’t care that you’d be difficult or awkward I was just happy to get to see you up close again.” The words were rushing out almost in a babble.

“I can’t even begin to explain the relief when we realised it was a horrible misunderstanding, things became so much more natural between us again. I guess I just wanted to say how I felt before anything else happened because I can’t really do casual, I need real connections and the thought of sharing you with Wonho or anyone else destroys me. I guess I just wanted to know where you stood or if you feel…” You crashed your lips to his, eyes scrunched and weeping tears at their sides.

“I’m soo sorry I put you through all that, I had no idea. I was such an assuming jerk.” His eyes has glazed over as he willed no tears to fall. His hands were holding yours at your sides, you never wanted him to let them go, they felt so warm and perfect, interlocking fingers to their rightful place. “I’ve always liked you too” you admitted.

He eyes narrowed a sarcastic ‘really’ look.

“Okay, obviously before I hated you like a dick for years” you corrected. The pair of you sat bleary eyed gazing at each other with such focus. “Remember that night of your accident?” you asked, he replied with a small nod.

“You fought me hard on not telling your parents or anyone remotely to do with BigHit. I saw a guy who was literally willing to hide a serious shoulder injury out of fear of not being able to carry on being a trainee. For one that was incredibly stupid, but two the passion I empathised with and I saw myself in that. I wouldn’t have stayed with you the whole night at the hospital if I wasn’t fond of you and even then you were more worried about what my mum would say. From then I saw nothing but this sweet and passionate guy what wouldn’t I like about that?”

“Your mum is terrifying!” Yoongi added, his cheeks were flushed an adorable pink colour.

“You say that, she has a right soft spot for you. She calmed right down after I told her what guy I was out all night with. I’ve always wondered how you managed to get on that woman’s good side.”

“Remember your dads face” Yoongi chuckled, his laugh was infectious and you became symptomatic immediately.

“Yeah, he didn’t believe me for one second until he saw us at the hospital”

“Well you’re his little girl. What dad wouldn’t be a bit defensive at their 18 year old staying with a boy all night?”

Yoongi was right of course.

“Yeah I know, anyway back to now, of course if we’re going to do ‘us’ properly of course I wouldn’t see Wonho in that way anymore, I told you we’re just friends. I’d be yours and yours only”

A content peacefulness overtook his aura, the sweet smile that ached to be kissed. You were powerless and kissed him softly saving him from having to talk anymore about his feelings.

“Shouldn’t you be super smiley right now?” you asked perplexed as his expression had grown thoughtful and pensive.

“Sorry, just thinking of all the time we’ve missed out on, we could’ve been together all this time”

“Well I can tell you we haven’t missed anything” his gaze puzzled.

“I had a no dating clause for 2 years when I first signed and at 18 it should've bothered me but after what happened there was no way I wanted anything to do with guys” He didn’t seem to surprised at this revelation.

“Come on, come and see what I’ve worked on today! I’m sooo happy with it. Just our duet to record now.” You beamed switching back to non-serious mode and dragged him into the studio.

“It’s incredible, I love it so glad you put the vocals in from the other day” you shot him a look feeling defensive of his tone.

“But?” you asked, you were in the chair dials and knobs at your fingertips, Yoongi was leaning over your right shoulder a headphone to his ear. You tried not to get too lost in the scent of soap and just him radiating of his body; it enveloped you in cotton wool and you wanted it to be home. He leaned closer to you turning a few of the dials and clicking away with the mouse.

“Here” he handed you the headphones back and you slipped them on and listened to the edited section. It was even more incredible than before.

“Okay, okay you’re a genius. Now it’s done”

“Now it’s done” he affirmed. You wasn’t sure if it was the way his eyes swamped over with a playful, needy sparkle or the way he bit his lip under a smile but you were done, he was yours. His mind must have had the same thought process driving his actions when he yanked you out of the chair and pulled you flush against his chest, his hands finding their way underneath your tank top to knead at your chest. Blood rushed southwards as the air around you became saturated with hot and heavy breaths.

You grappled at the hem of his shirt until he let you pull it over his head exposing the opalescent skin of his own chest which felt like heaven underneath the trail of your fingertips.

“Wait…wait” you breathed “not here” you directed as much as it pained you to break up the atmosphere.

You pushed him on to the bed and straddled his waist, pulling the back of his hair exposing his neck for you to mark lightly, his quiet moans conducted the grinding of your hips into his groin. You stripped off your shirt and unhooked your bra and disposed of them somewhere on the floor. Yoongi’s head turned side to side trying to take in the surroundings, you redirected his face forward to yours.

“Let’s play a game” you pulled the bandanna from his belt loop and blocked him from seeing your grin grow anymore wicked. You stroked under his chin his head obediently followed the direction to your lips.

“If you want to stop at any time for any reason say ‘Red’ okay?” he nodded. You ground in to him, hard and pulled the back of his hair eliciting a groan which spoke directly to your core.

“You will also always use words when spoken to or asked a question okay?”

His grin returned “Yes, I got it. Can I call you noona please?” his words escaped as a whine. You halted your movements of unhooking his jeans and just took a moment to adore the view beneath you with an un-received warm smile.

“Look at you being all good for me already” the jeans ended on the floor in a heap. “I like my queen, I’ve never let anyone else call me that but honestly the thought of you calling me noona … so yes you can” You left him pouting on the bed as you went over to you walk in wardrobe, doors doubling as body mirrors, immediately on the left beneath your jackets and coats you went into the draw and retrieved what you needed.

“So we’re going to play a traffic light game. I’m going to give a sensation on the palm of your hand and If you like it you’re going to tell me where to put it on you, your cock is not included. If you don’t like it just say also you must keep your hands to yourself, no touching” You watched his face become the epitome of excitable anticipation.

I can’t even, when he bites his lip

“Aren’t you going to restrain me?”

“One thing at a time, besides I want to be cautious of your shoulder and I want to see how much self-control you have without the assistance of restraints” You noticed the slight sulk and exhale of air through pouted lips. You’d let the sulk go, this time.

You started with a simple kiss at his palm

“Neck”

Good choice you thought. As directed you sauntered your lips around his neck delivering heavy kisses, his chest hitched upwards as he swallowed hard. You loved how reactive he was.

“Sides” you danced the delicate feather in elegant brushes at his sides, flicking the end gently towards his hips bones.

His face creased slightly as the spikes of the pin-wheel dragged across his palm. He paused a beat, lost in thought.

“Ne..no thighs” he requested

Necks a weak point then you noted for further utilisation

Towards the apex of his thighs you increased the pressure of the wheel, you took the reaction of his fisting at the sheets as a positive one. You battled with the urge clawing at you to just take him as he was, riding him until you both stopped being able to form words.

“You look so beautiful for me, it’s hard to not just fuck you right now” you admitted. He fidgeted ever so slightly at your words. “Bet you’d like that though right?”

“Yes noona” he pleaded.

Fuck

You’d never been much for the noona thing but holy hell coming from him in the deep husky whine.

The bullet reverberated against his palm.

“Chest…please” he struggled over the last word, apparently your mouth encircling his cock took him by surprise.

“You asked so nicely”.

You rearrange yourself, at his waist again, your restraint was tested with his cock so close. It twitched when the buzzing and vibrations toyed with the skin at his chest, his hips bucked.

Your hands flooded to grip at his hands to stabilise yourself as his cock went straight to your spot. The volume of your cry amplified from surprise almost shrouding the groan tearing from Yoongi’s throat.

“Did I say you could fuck me?” you warned when you’d adjusted to him.

God he felt so good

“No, but…” he tried, while forcing himself not to move anymore even though every fibre of his being was telling him to do so.

“No buts!” you scolded testing your own will power to not move, you waited and waited. The frustration quickly built up to be unbearable, you took yourself off him, leaving you feeling empty.

“I think you can wait a bit longer for that now and I was so looking forward that, but you had to be impatient”

He squirmed beneath you “I’m sorry, please don’t make me wait I can’t…”

“You can and you will, there’s only one more round left ready?” he surrendered the fight and his body sighed sulkily.

“Yes I’m re…”

“My tongue” he managed as he gasped, his fingers guided by yours stroking at your arousal

Keeping your breathing calm, filtering the strong breaths past your lips.

“Well, I was hoping you’d say thighs but I mean that’s much better” His lips creasing at your approval. You slipped the blindfold off him and were met with famished eyes. You let him sit up

“You can use your hands now”

You were victim to a hard drawn out kiss which threatened your capacity to breathe, his hands desperate to make up for lost time glazed everywhere they could as you laid back. Your neck and chest were quick to break out in small petal blemishes; he had you twisting your fists at the sheets. The amount of times his lips ghosted past where you needed them the most creased your brows and the frustration translated into ignored whimpers and writhing for literally any contact.

“Now who doesn’t have self control” he teased looking up at you, eyes not yet content.

“Trust me if I didn’t self-control you’d be in a whole different situation right now” you replied strongly.

“Lucky for me then”

Your hand shot to grip his hair when his lips finally answered your need for contact. His arms hooked under your thighs, palms securing your hips. The way his tongue adeptly caused your undoing, dipping into your entrance in between firm circular swipes of his tongue. The aesthetic of his head between your thighs deepened every time his eyes snapped up to lock with yours, it was becoming harder and harder for your eyes to stay open, your eyes were forced closed as you neared your end.

“Come up here” you panted, he replied with a hesitant look before moving, you pulled his lips hard to yours and guided his hand desperately back to your clit.

“I just like to be close” you explained as his head nestled at your neck; the hot breath skimming your skin. His needy cock pressed at your thigh. His fingers navigating to your g-spot with blissful accuracy, palm applying pressure to your bud. Your hips took a moment to fall in sync with the movements of his finger, when they did, every muscle below your waist built tensed. Your nails locked onto his shoulder blades as you stilled under him, body convulsing whimpering his name. The heat completely engulfed you both, his lips also spilling out moans as hips jerked against you, the humidity leaving a pair of breathless bodies.

“Did you just cum without me doing anything?” you enquired with nothing but a triumphant smirk etched on your face.

“Hearing you like that just fucking did me over, sorry” he admitted rolling over slumping back into the mattress.

“Hmm well I don’t remember giving you permission but if you go and make me a drink I’ll forgive you”

He planted a kiss on your cheek

“You got it”

Your drink was gone in seconds, your body was crying out for some serious hydration.

“So what do you want?” you asked Yoongi your fingers tracing a delicate pattern across his chest.

“What do I want?”

“Yeah, you’re always entitled to some form of aftercare after you’ve subbed for me”

“Is that so?” you nodded.

“Like what?”

“Whatever you want, massage, bath, cuddles, watching tv, food”

“Can sleep be on that be on that list?”

“If that’s what you want” you laughed, internally kicking yourself for not suggesting that to the guy who happily wants to be a rock in his next life.

“Can I hold you?” he asked, smile drowsy and satisfied.

“You don’t even need to ask”.

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banditthewriter · 6 years

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Impossible Year - Billy Russo - 6

This one is a little shorter but hopefully that’s okay!

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June

For the first bit of June, you were getting an email almost every other day. The back and forth made you smile, as did the consistency. You had never been in a position like this with anyone but your brother, but even with Evan you didn't talk to him as often as you did Billy. Did that make you a bad person? You tried to find any guilt or regret for wanting to talk to Billy as much as possible but you didn't find any. Then you noticed that the responses slowed down. After the first few days, you took to sending an email each day but you didn't make it seem like you were worried. You kept the topics light, telling him about your day or a movie you had seen. He was probably busy. You knew that he wasn't overseas on vacation; he had a job to do and it was life or death. It wasn't that you had forgotten that he was a Marine per se. You were pretty sure you had just decided to ignore it in favor of focusing on the friendship you were building with him. It had been playful and fun, but the truth was that this was a soldier. The anniversary of your brother's death was coming up and it was a stark reminder that you could lose Billy just as quickly as you had lost Evan. "Hey you," Jeremy said when you opened your front door, a bottle of wine in his hand as he came in. "Haven't seen you around much lately." You hadn't gone out much lately but that wasn't down to Billy. No, you'd been drowning in work and just hadn't felt like doing much on your free time. And yeah, maybe you had also been a little worried about where Billy was. "I miss elementary school," you joked a little while later with half a bottle of wine drank between the two of you. "There was snack time and nap time and no responsibilities." He let his glass clink to yours and laughed as he leaned his head back against the cushion of the couch. "Yeah, but we also weren't allowed to drink wine on school nights." You laughed and stretched your legs out. You weren't sure when the two of you had slid onto the floor, but you were stretched out with your head resting on a pillow from the couch. He was slumped over but not quite sprawled out like you were. His words made you frown and sit up a bit. "It's not a school night, is it?" Jeremy laughed and let out a low whistle. "It's Thursday night Y/N," he teased with a shake of his head. "How much have you had to drink?" Thursday night. You were supposed to have emailed Billy today but had completely forgotten. You rolled over and fished your phone out from between the cushions, opening up your email app with a frown when none of the new emails were from him. You didn't want to ignore Jeremy to write an email so you put the phone down and promised to send Billy at least a short email before you passed out. "Hey," he said from the other side of the coffee table. You sat up a bit to see that he had opened a drawer. "There's no more letters in here. You stop talking to your pen pal?" You didn't like the fact that Jeremy sounded so hopeful at that. You sniffed and shook your head. "No, we started to email. Better for the environment," you teased, an inside joke between you and Billy that you knew Jeremy wouldn't understand. He made a low humming noise and you propped yourself up on your elbows to raise an eyebrow at him. "You sure that's a good idea? You don't want to give him the wrong idea, do you?" The wrong idea? You sat up completely so that you could level him with a confused look. He looked a little like a cornered animal for a moment before he sighed and sat up straight to face you. "I just mean that soldiers overseas live in an hourglass, right? And maybe your conversations are like a lifeline but what if he gets attached to you? Or if you get attached to him? It's not like you could really have something long term, right? You always said you'd never get involved with someone in the military." You knew that he was trying to be helpful, but you didn't care. You shook your head a bit and stumbled to your feet. With a frown, you gestured to where he was sitting. "Do you need me to call you a cab or are you okay to drive?" When he didn't immediately answer, you waved your hand a bit as if to hurry him up. "C'mon Jere, I'd like you to leave but I'm not going to make you drive if you're drunk. Do you need a cab?" He blinked and shook his head. Slowly he stood up, more steady than you were. He corked the wine but left it on the coffee table. You watched him put his shoes back on and grab his keys. He glanced at you and shook his head. "I'm sorry if I upset you Y/N, but–" "No, you see, an apology doesn't include the word but. There's the door," you said with a gesture to your front door, handing him the wine as you did. He took it from you with a nod. And without another word, he slipped from your house. You shut and locked the door behind him. You weren't sure why you were so angry with him, but you didn't feel any better with him gone. Bleary eyed, you stumbled over to your laptop and pulled open your email. Still nothing. You opened a new email and let your cursor hover uncertainly for a moment before you started typing. ------ Subject: Hi I miss you. I hope everything is okay. Hope I hear from you soon. ------ Your lunch was getting cold but you didn't feel like eating. You'd woken up with a killer hangover and the memory of kicking Jeremy out of your house the night before. You couldn't even fully remember what he had said, but you knew that it had been about Billy. It seemed that Billy Russo was one thing in your life that you weren’t going to compromise on.

You also knew that you'd sent an email but you couldn't remember one hundred percent what it had said. With a groan you pulled out your phone to check your email. There was one new email and you heart sped up to see the familiar name. Billy! It'd been almost two weeks since his last email. RE: Hi I'm sorry I was gone for so long. We've been on the move for the last two weeks and I didn't have time to let you know that I would be gone. I loved coming back to all of those emails though. I missed you. I'm sorry if I worried you. B You quickly read the email you had sent before sighing at finding that it wasn't as embarrassing as you'd been expecting. If he noticed that it had come at almost one in the morning, he didn't say anything about it. Knowing that he probably wouldn't get your response any time soon, you typed up a quick email to tell him that you hadn't been very worried, just hoped that he was okay. As you hit send, you couldn't help but dwell on the guilt that you felt about lying to Billy. You had been worried about him. Every day that went on you just tried not to go insane when you didn't get a response. Every email that went unanswered was another worry. Would you ever find out if something had happened? How would you know? He could die and you may never know. He'd just stop emailing one day and you'd be left to wonder for the rest of your life. You pushed your cold lunch to the far side of the table as you tried to swallow down the truth. And the truth was simple. Your feelings for Billy were a lot more than friendly. ------ “Hey Evan,” you said as you settled down across from the headstone. “Sorry I haven’t been by in a while but it’s been busy.” You traced the familiar letters and numbers with your eyes, that familiar sorrow burning in the pit of your stomach. He shouldn’t be here in this cemetery. He should be living a glorious life and driving you insane and... And telling you if you were making a mistake with Billy or not. “Do you remember how you once told me that I shouldn’t fall for a military guy? I know that you said it because you were talking about your friend Jake, but I kind of wonder if maybe you had a point.” Slowly you told the story of how you met Billy. You didn’t pull any punches; Evan wasn’t really there to judge you or make faces when you got a little too starry eyed. “I don’t know how I feel yet,” you said quietly as you messed with the petals of the flowers you had brought with you. “And I definitely don’t know how he feels.” The stone before you was silent as always. You smiled and pressed your fingers against the granite and let out a sigh. “I always used to go to you when I had questions. It wasn’t just that you were my big brother, although that helped. I went to you because you never made me feel stupid or naive. I could use that presence in my life now.” You bit your lip and looked away from the headstone. There were a few other people in the cemetery and you watched them move around. There was an older couple that reminded you of your parents. The man was helping his wife bend down to place flowers on a grave not far from where you were. “I guess my question is how will I know if it’s real? If it’s right?” You looked at the ever silent headstone and sighed. With one last brush of your fingers, you stood up. “I guess I’ll just have to figure it out the hard way.”

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smollandtoll · 6 years

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HC: The Beautiful Goalie Problem

First order of business: As this is the first Gabriel Landeskog/Tyson Barrie headcanon we are posting we thought you should all enjoy a PRIMER on why they are amazing. You should go explore their tag on AO3 if you are thirsty for more Tall Bossy Europeans banging Slightly Neurotic Canadians With A Sweet Tooth (do we have a type? We might have a type). Other than that you just need to know that Gabe is a Babe and Tyson is cute as a woodland creature. They flirt a lot.

Second order of business: How familiar are you with Lithuanian and sometimes San Jose Sharks Goalie and professional model Mantas Armalis? Here are some photos:

(PSA because we know literally nothing about Mantas Armalis other than that he is beautiful and unashamed of it, he’s a goalie, and he is Lithuanian - we’ve decided to characterize him as like genuinely sweet and secure in his masculinity but Straight)

Our HC starts like this, Armalis is playing for the Sharks (we don’t think he actually is right now), the Avs have a night out after an East coast game and manage to catch a Sharks game in progress at the bar.

We are jumping straight into a universe in which Tyson has a well-known mancrush on Gabe. It’s not even that different from reality, with the calling him a chiseled viking stallion and all. But this is a legit, slightly despairing crush that Tyson is actually pretty decent at dealing with and only occasionally pops its head up when Gabe’s hair looks particularly good or Avs media makes him write a Valentine’s Day card ffs. But Tyson is a fairly flirty guy, and has little to no filter, especially when he’s flustered so no one really takes him that seriously, especially not Gabe. It’s like the ongoing tradition of both complimenting and chirping Gabe is his trademarked ambiguously gay thing. As a gay dude in hockey that would pretty much have to be your specialty - that or utter awkward silence. But still, flirting is a two way street. We’re looking at you, Valentines writing, smiley-eyes giving, clap-backing GABE. But anyway - Tyson has been (casually, low-key, manageably) hung up on Gabe. UNTIL.

The second Tyson sees Armalis he’s just struck dead, eyes wide, beer forgotten in front of him.

“Sweet baby Jesus, I didn't know men could be that beautiful. Like he's making Gabe look like a cabbage patch kid.” He probably says it way too loud and garners the interest of everyone around them including Gabe who heard his name slandered and leans in to see what’s up.

"Gabe move your giant head, you're blocking the view of that beautiful man." Tyson doesn’t even notice the way everyone is looking at them with surprise and amusement mixed with confusion. It seemed to all of them that Tyson was a one beautiful man kind of man but apparently he could be swayed by even more impressive cheekbones.

No one has ever ‘trumped Gabe’s hotness’ before, and Gabe personally finds it pretty amusing at first, the way that Tyson is drooling openly about this other guy. But as the night wears on he gets kind of tired of hearing about how blue and piercing the goalie’s eyes are, how his lips are just so, so perfect. And he’s literally a model! And an NHL player! Husband material right there.

It definitely goes on like that for a couple weeks, blooming into full crush territory, Tyson occasionally spouting about that beautiful goalie, how he even looks amazing behind a full face mask. The boys all tease him about about his ‘cali boyfriend’, and then continue teasing as he protest by only making increasingly ludicrous claims about Lithuanian goalie’s hotness and starts to turn redder and redder (as he is wont to do). One part of his embarrassment is because of the guys teasing him, and one part by his own blunderingly obvious crush. It’s like Great Wall of China sized by now, like you know when someone tells you to stop talking about something because you’re being annoying but you’re obsessed and you just physically can’t? That’s what he’s like.

The Boys: SO COLD TYS, YOU'RE SO LOVE EM AND LEAVE EM, JUST THE NEXT BEEFY EUROPEAN HUNK YOU CAN FIND, EH??? (towel snaps)

Meanwhile Gabe kind of sits in the wings and gets further and further wound up about it. He knows he’s irrationally fuming, it wasn’t like Tyson really meant anything about these comments, OR about the comments he’d always said about Gabe, but by now they were routine and comfortable. Also Gabe has definitely rarely encountered better looking men than himself, or at least men that other people would be more attracted to, so he’s really not used to the sensation of being sincerely jealous.

The tension in the locker room is probably palpable, Gabe would try SO HARD to laugh it off, "Haha, yes, we all knew about this giant crush Tyson had on me that I in no way reciprocated and that it has moved on to greener pastures, haha."

BUT HE RECIPROCATED HARD. Oh did he reciprocate. He was just waiting for the timing to be right you know?! With the season and all things were delicate and he didn’t want to screw anything up but they seemed to have been circling each other! They were getting closer and closer to some resolution to all the complicated feelings building between them - and BAM suddenly Tys is pining for this other guy? And he’s a world class hottie who would be lucky to have someone like Tyson being in love with them?????

Tys by now is like campaigning all of his contacts for guys that know him or are on the sharks so he can introduce/endearingly embarrass himself (also he’s a little bit self deprecatingly going for guys way out of his league (in his head) so they're unattainable and he can never have love because he doesn't believe he deserves love - like he knows he’s the funny sidekick type not the leading man type etc. and like it’s just safer to hardcore flirt with guys that would never even look at you than to actually try for something and maybe not get it).

Gabe has moved on from pasting uncomfortable smiles on his face and swallowing his jealousy to pasting uncomfortable smiles on his face and openly moping in heartbroken despair when he thinks no one is looking.

But Nate was looking, because Nate knew, Nate knew. He has 100% been privy to all the times Gabe like took a too-drunk-off-his-ass-from-a-few-coolers Tys home and tenderly tucked him in and made sure he was comfy and not gonna vom -- ABOVE AND BEYOND CAP DUTIES GABE. Nate knows about your dirty Tyson loving secret.

So Gabe is moping hard as we already stated, and Tys is still frothing over another dude - and secretly he's relieved to have another crush, because the thing with Gabe was getting embarrassing for him, it was growing legs and starting not to be able to be just shrugged off. Other people were starting to notice that he was being a little too genuine with his comments with Gabe.

But it’s been long enough, Gabe is tired of moping and he wants to move on, he wants to find peace but he’s never going to find it without addressing his feelings and directly facing what is happening between them so what he gets all his feelings boiled down to sounds like:

I was reading into our friendship...seeing things that weren't there...like actual affection, and I was just a convenient piece of ass, I guess.

Still feeling hurt and upset about that, but still loving Tys, because he's a genuine dude - but also just trying to reconcile the things he's now hearing Tys blatantly say about this other guy - those things he used to awkwardly stifle when Gabe came into the room in his towel and shower sandals.

Gabe is HURT. Tys is in DENIAL/SELF LOATHING. Nate is so TIRED.

There would then have to be a lot of Nate like meddling/trying to get them to use their words. But, as it goes, anger/resentment would probably mix into the sludge of emotions and trigger Gabe back around to envy, making him posture and be Extra Babe™ and kind of torture Tys. Which, unfortunately, only makes him re-double his focus on Armalis.

But that, in turn probably makes Armalis notice Tys because he is legitimately so cute and also all these tweets about him are so flattering and sweet! And not-gay flirting is what Tys excels at, like he knows most of the dudes he flirts with aren’t gay, and he’s not gonna pressure them, but it’s just for fun and they like it cause he’s such a bro and everyone likes compliments right?

Anyway so Armalis responds - he flirts back! No harm in flirting! He's not actually gay but crushes are real! No reason to be rude! Maybe a photo! Maybe they could hang out!

So it’s just a chill mild flirty friendship with the added bonus of maybe helping Tyson acclimatise to super hot euro dudes.

(The Sharks social media and the Avs social media have been exchanging eyeball emojis about all this and swapping DMs about trying to figure out how to use this friendship to a publicity advantage)

But then Armalis posts a couple of instagram selfies of them pre-game next time the sharks are in town. Cue Gabe losing his fucking MIND about it. At first he's like “BRB, I'm gonna go jump off the roof of the Pepsi Center.” but then he's like “....you know what? NO. THAT'S MY CHIPMUNK. YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM. I'M GOING TO BEAM ALL OF MY THOUSAND WATT VIKING SUN GOD FURY AT YOU MORTAL.”

But first there’s a lot of venting to long suffering Nate and probably whatever Swedish phone tree exists in the NHL (don’t tell us there’s not a Swedish phone tree, if there’s a Russian knitting circle there’s a Swedish phone tree).

Swedish group chat probably:

Horny: No sympathy, you gotta lock down your man

Karlsson:...haha!! he's so much better looking than you!!

Backstrom: please stop adding me to these things

Lundqvist: 😏🍆

So, probably, after he’s ranted a lot about it, the wind goes out of Gabe’s sails and he wilts hard and thinks he's lost his babe-aliciousness and gets real depressed about it, y’know that thundercloud disassociating in the locker room and feeling sorry for himself.

Tyson definitely notices that, and probably goes to Nate with a, "Woah wait WTF is happening with Gabe?" and Nate manfully resists beating his head into something concrete and replies with "Nice of you to notice you broke his heart there, bud"

Tyson: HOW? I NEVER HAD SAID HEART!

Nate: (withering look)

But also, Tys and Armalis have grown an Actual Friendship™ and Tys probably tells him all about what’s happening with Gabe, and just all about Gabe in general, and how he is like actually probably legitimately in love with him.

And Armalis with all the cliche wisdom of a usual hockey bro: You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, you know.

Tyson: are you quoting Gretzky at me?

Armalis: Go get your man already!

And then Tys has to dig Gabe out of his new den of sadness and candy wrappers and tell him he loves him and wants to tease him forever and have his giant headed babies and stuff. And like, that’s love, because think of the birth canal. Gabe: TYSON-

BONUS:

Tyson: (Dreamy sigh) what do you think lithuanian dirty talk sounds like

Nate: BRUTES.

Tyson: What?! Don't tell me you haven't watched Russian porn Nate, because I'd call you a LIAR.

#gabe/tyson #hockey rpf #if anyone tags the avalanche account in this #it'll get deleted immediately #ok?#RESPECT THE 4TH WALL #headcanons from the icy void

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moralsky · 7 years

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HumanTale {Chapter 1}

Rating: PG-13 Warning: Choose Not To Use Warnings Category: Online Game Fandom: Undertale(2015) Relationship: ?/? Main Characters: Sans(The Skeleton), Gaster(The Skeleton), Frisk, Flowey/Asriel Characters: Sans(The Skeleton),Papyrus(The Skeleton), Gaster(The Skeleton), Frisk, Undyne, Alphys, Toriel, Asgore, Flowey/Asriel, Grillby, Muffet, People of Snowdin, People of Waterfall, People of Hotlands Tags: Alternate Universe, Romance, Family, Friends, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Future, Past, Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been two years since the barrier to the underground was broken, and frisk had set all the monsters free. It took about a year for the people of the surface to re-adapt to the monsters on the surface, but all in all everything went well. Frisk even became the Ambassador for the monsters and humans. Things wasn't to bad on the surface, it seem liked nothing could go wrong or ruin their freedom..........At least that's what Sans thought. Sans went to go visit Frisk and Toriel, Sans made it to their little farm house and knocked on door waiting for a reply. Sans was waiting at the door for about twenty minutes, then someone finally answered "who's there?" someone spoke on the other side. "Abbott." Sans replied. There was a giggle on the other side of the door, already know who they were talking to, the king of terrible puns, "Abbott who?" they opened the door slowly for him. "abbott time you answered the door kid." Sans grinned at the tall girl, no more a little child but, now a teenager. Frisk was taller than sans but not that tall. She bent down a little to give him a strong embrace, and welcomed him inside. Frisk was doing sign language to speak to sans. "So what brings you to our lovely home on this fine evening." Frisk smiled at him. "I came to visit you of course....and Asriel, if he's here." Sans shrugged with that continually goofy grin that be on his face. "I knew it, you either need something, or somethings wrong. You are usually sleep around this time." She gestured him to the stairs, and pointed at the door that had a plague with Asriels' name on it, telling him Asriel was in his room. "Mom and Dad are sleep, but Asriel should still be up, we were planning on having a movie night together." She hand gestured, with a smile. "Oh, sorry to interrupt you guys movie time." Sans was about to go upstairs but Frisk stopped him. "You wait in the living room, I'll go get Asriel. You know he still doesn't somewhat like you. She quickly ran upstairs to Asriel room, she knocked first obviously and he let her in, and closed the door. Sans did what Frisk asked, and sat in the living room( Now Toriel's house was just like her house in the underground, and the only difference is there was an upstairs and an added room. The bookshelf on the wall by the kitchen entrance, they got a TV and was put where the bookshelf use to be. and had a couch that was in front of the TV on the opposite side, against the wall). Sans sat on the couch waiting for Frisk come back down, he knew it would be hard to get Asriel to come down and help him out. Him and Asriel wasn't on good terms, they were actually enemies before Frisk fell in the underground; a lot of stuff was said and actions done. Although even after the barrier was broken and they were able to get Asriel from being trapped in the underground as a flower. They somewhat still didn't like each other, but could tolerate each other at least. Sans heard footsteps coming down the stairs, he got up and saw Frisk and Asriel stop in front of him( Asriel wasn't a little kid anymore either, he looked just like he did when he was the god of hyper death, just his eyes were normal and he had on normal attire). Frisk was smiling Asriel on the other hand was not, neither was it a frown; it was like a face of irritated mix with i don't care face. His arms cross, Sans just stared at him with his usual cocky smile. "Sup Kid." "What do you want this time smiley trash bag." "Aww, looks like someone had a BAAAAAAAAD day." Sans snickered at his goat pun towards Asriel. Asriel was going to say something unpleasant towards Sans. When Frisk got in between and covered Asriel's mouth. "Ok let's calm down, he was just playing Azzy." She looked at Asriel Sweetly, making Asriel relax and looked back at Sans with a stern look. "Whatever, so what do you want?" Asriel spit out forcefully. Sans walked to the table and sat down, patting the table to signal them to join him, the followed suit. Asriel and Sans sat across from each other, and at the end of the table was Frisk. "I need a huge favor, and I wouldn't have come to you guys if I could do it on my own, there's one person still in the underground that I have been trying to save, and.....There very important to me and papyrus, but paps don't remember him though." "Who is this person?" Frisk questioned. "I was thinking the same thing, we already got everyone out of the underground. I don't recall seeing anyone else." Asriel was confused, trying to think who they could have forgotten. Asriel knew everyone from the underground, unless..... "Sans....I don't think it would be possible." Asriel sighed, realising who he was talking about. Frisk was looking between the two confused. "Who are you guys talking about...?" "His name is Gaster, W.D. Gaster, he's.....My Father, he was the first royal scientist. Alphys and I was his assistant, was more brilliant than anybody I known, but....Things happened, and he got caught up in his own invention, and now is stuck in the void of the underground." Sans eye sockets were void, as he was explain who Gaster was. "After that, it caused a huge white explosion, and the next thing you know. Everybody was back to doing whatever they were doing like nothing happened, no one remember Gaster except Sans and I, lets' just say.....Were what you call code-breakers, and have the power to control time and space itself; so we technically don't abide the rules like other monsters. Sans was suppose to be the next royal scientist, he was about as smart as Gaster, as much as it pains me to admit that." Asriel explained to Frisk, sans just grinned at Asriels' remark, Frisk turned her attention to sans now. "How come, you didn't take the role of the royal scientist and Alphys did?" "What can I say kid, I don't like a lot of work." Sans snickered, with a shrug. Although that was only half the truth. "Sans, that is so lazy." Frisk smiled. "If there was an Award for "Laziness", I'd probably send someone to pick it up for me." Sans responded, finally getting a laughter from Frisk, but a groan from Asriel. "Anyways, like I said it's not possible, especially wihtout getting stuck there with him and we being forgotten as well." "Actually, I finally thought of a way and that's why I need you two. Just follow your dear dunkle Sans, I know a shortcut." He stood up and grabbed each of their hands and teleported to his little secret lab. "Were here." He announced, he knew Frisk already been in here but not Asriel. "Let me show you what I've been working on."

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First Chapter: Here

Next Chapter: Coming Soon!

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#undertale fandom #undertale sans #undertale frisk #undertale asriel #sans the skeleton #humantale #undertale human #fanfiction #alternate universe #undertale au

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miss-noo-na · 7 years

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“Caught Up” (Yugyeom Smut)

Title: Caught Up

Featuring: Yugyeom (GOT7) X Noona Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.

Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!

“Noooona.”

That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that, even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face when he said it.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He said with a shrug and a cheeky grin, and you rolled your eyes as you looked away.

You regretted that your mutual friend and roommate had allowed him over. When you saw him while out socializing it was manageable, but having him in your space was proving to be a distraction, and not a good one. You went into the kitchen for a drink.

“Working your nerves?” You friend asked with a laugh, and you grumbled under your breath as you opened up the fridge.

“You know,” your friend started, tilting her head to the side. “I’m thinking maybe the lady doth protest too much.”

“What?” You spat, appalled at what she insinuated. You set the jug of lemonade in your hand down on the counter with a thud.

“He doesn’t even really do much,” she explained “but every little thing seems to bother you. You ever think that maybe you like it and this is just your way of denying it?”

You made a spluttering noise with your mouth, turning away from her. “That’s stupid.”

“If you say so.” She laughed as she left the kitchen. After you poured yourself a drink you heard a knock at the door, and figured it was a few more friends. Instead, you were called into the living room.

“This came for you.” Your friend said handing you a box. Your eyes lit up at the label, but you concealed it with a nod and a smile, excusing yourself into the hall.

You slipped into the bathroom with the box and tore into it with excitement. You’d waited 2 weeks for this order, and it was finally here.

Inside the white tissues paper lay a new set of undergarments, a lilac lace bra, matching skimpy cut underwear and a pair of garters and sheer stockings.

It wasn’t like you had anyone in particular to wear it for, but you’d been feeling a little down living the single life, and when an ad for a sale on the site popped up, it piqued your interest. You decided to go for it, knowing wearing it under your clothing might put pep in your step.

You carefully removed the tags and proceeded to disrobe, just to make sure it fit right before you properly introduced it into your wardrobe. The panties and bra fit perfect, and you did a small twirl in the mirror, admiring the delicate fabric and colorful lace trimmings. Now you just had to try the garter.

You slid the lace piece up to the bottom of your stomach before taking out the incredibly soft stockings and putting them on one by one. You were perched in the bathroom, one leg up and sliding the stocking over your calf when the door handle jiggled. You barely had time to react before it swung open.

You shrieked and stumbled backward onto both feet, looking right at Yugyeom standing in the door way. It seemed to take a long second for him to realize what he’d walked in on, and even then, he lingered longer than he should have, eyes wide and swallowing hard.

“Close the door!” You yelled at him, trying your best to shield yourself with your arms. Yugyeom snapped out of his reverie and looked away.

“Oh god, oh god, I’m so sorry.” He mumbled, trying to reach the door handle without looking, finally grasping it and pulling it shut with a hard slam in his panic.

As soon as the door closed, heat rushed through your body and particularly through your face, and you buried your it in your hands, letting the mortifying feeling wash over you. After taking a moment, you removed the lingerie, and put it back in the box. You put it on your bed and came back out into the living room, ready to tear that kid a new one.

“Where did Yugyeom go?” You demanded, and your friend gave a vague shrug.

“Home, I guess. He left pretty fast after you made all that noise. What was that all about, anyway?”

“He walked in on me in the bathroom.” You explained, still seething, but your friend only burst out laughing.

“I’m sure it was an accident.” She tried to defend him, though still giggling.

“Yeah, right. He’s never heard of knocking before?” You countered, and your friend brushed it off.

You spent the rest of the night re-living the moment, but the more you thought about it, the less angry you felt. Instead, it was replaced with what you thought was embarrassment, but it wasn’t quite that, either.

It was that look on his face, how he didn’t just immediately excuse himself, but instead let his eyes rake hungrily over your body, like he couldn’t help himself. It made you feel exposed and humiliated but also….

No, you weren’t going to go there. There was no way you were turned on by that dumb kid checking you out.

You didn’t see Yugyeom for a few days, even when the other guys came around. Yet, they all had this little smile on their face when they talked to you, and you wanted to die thinking he might have told them what happened.

You tried to push it aside, especially the burgeoning feeling of enjoyment you got out of it. Tonight you were meeting up with the guys and some others to hang out and play pool, and you wondered if he would be there, not even sure if you wanted him to be or not.

Whilst in your bedroom getting ready, your phone buzzed and you picked it up, thinking it was your roommate asking if you were almost ready. Instead, it was from Yugyeom.

“I really am sorry about last week.” It said, and you rolled your eyes, typing out your reply quickly.

“It’s no big deal.”

You thought that might be the end of the conversation when he didn’t reply for awhile, but suddenly another came in.

“I’m sorry about something else, too.”

You raised an eyebrow at your screen, staring at the letters trying to decipher the meaning, until the next one came in.

“Noona, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Your stomach did a somersault at the words that appeared there in the message, and you looked around your own bedroom as if you somehow weren’t alone.

“Would you be mad if I told you how sexy you looked?”

You put the phone down and took a deep breath, that same feeling of excitement you got thinking about that day bubbling up inside you now that you read his texts. For all the teasing Yugyeom did, he’d never taken it this far before.

Your phone vibrated against the wood surface it lay on and you picked it back up.

“Are you coming tonight?”

You tried hard not to notice the double meaning those words could have as you swiped out a reply.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Good.” Was all he replied, with a simple smiley face, and you wanted to be angry again.

Instead, you had a better idea. You pulled the lingerie set out of your top drawer and changed into it, stockings with garter and all, and proceeded to get dressed. Instead of the pants you were originally going to wear, you picked a almost knee-length skirt that displayed the stockings and, when you moved or twirled a certain way, provided a peak of the garter. Yugyeom wasn’t the only one who could tease, and tonight it was his turn to feel uncomfortable.

You finished getting ready and met your roommate in the living room to head out together. The guys had found a local divey place with pool tables that wasn’t ever very crowded, a good place to keep lowkey.

They were already there when you showed up, and you hugged and greeted them all, except Yugyeom, who was apparently coming soon; when drinks were being bought you requested something virgin to keep your wits about you.

When Yugyeom finally showed up, you tossed him a flirty smile and a wave, to his utter surprise. He took a seat next to you and gave you an awkward half-grin and a nod. You’d already thrown him off guard with your behavior; it was hard for him to tease when you were being so receptive.

“You’re late.” You said, making sure he was looking at you as you spoke above the music. The guys were distracted with the game of pool they’d already started, and Yugyeom’s gaze drifted toward you.

“I had some things to…” His voice faded out when you uncrossed your legs and brought the opposite one over the other, which caused your skirt to slide back on your thighs and show part of the lace garter going up your leg.

“To do. Things to do.” He spluttered, his eyes darting around the room suddenly.

“Like what?” You asked, staring right at him as you brought your drink up to your mouth, using your tongue to draw the red straw between your lips. He watched the action; fixated on your mouth before casting his eyes downward to avoid your face, but found himself looking at your legs again and quickly changed direction to the pool table instead. You swore you saw a ghost of a flush burning on his cheeks.

“Nothing in particular” He rushed out in reply.

He was quiet for a long moment, staring at his members, like he was making sure they were distracted. He then scoot his chair closer to yours and leaned in to speak quietly.

“Are you wearing it right now?” He asked, sounding the slightest bit eager for the answer.

You gave him a pert smile and tilted your head to one side, feigning innocence. “Wearing what?”

“You know…” His eyes shifted.

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, playing dumb, but just to press it further; you adjusted the collar on your top and purposely exposed part of your bra for the briefest of seconds, making the motion look innocuous to anyone else. Yugyeom saw it for what it was, and his jaw tightened.

You excused yourself, giving him a moment to let it all simmer, smiling to yourself as you sashayed to the bathroom. You checked yourself over in the mirror, fluffing you hair and re-adjusting before going back out. The restrooms were tucked away in a dim, narrow hall, and you almost didn’t see Yugyeom loitering there until you were right by him. He shifted off the wall that he relaxed against and blocked your way out.

“Can I help you?” You asked with a nonchalant grin, but Yugyeom only moved closer, until you backed up into the opposite wall.

“Noona.” He breathed the word close to your face, hovering over you, and you forgot how tall he was.

“Why are you teasing me like this?” He asked. You felt yourself shiver under his gaze, but you tried to remain strong. It started as a game, a little bit of revenge on a hormonal Yugyeom, but you had to admit, you were feeling a little taken under by it yourself.

“I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” You explained, tilting your chin up, almost as a challenge.

“So, you are doing it on purpose,” He said, eyes narrowing.

“Does that bother you?” You asked, leaning back on the wall casually, letting your hands fall behind your back and one knee pop out. Your body language was relaxed, open, inviting.

He let out a chuckle, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip for a moment and you found yourself wishing it was between yours instead.

“The only thing that bothers me,” He began, pointing one finger at you, letting it trail the length of your body and only brushing the fabric of your clothing now and then, “is not being able to do anything about it.”

The finger stopped at the top of your thigh, the one pushed out toward him, and he brushed away the edge of your skirt, finding the garter and hooking his finger under it, which made your breath catch up in your chest.

You responded by taking it a step further, pressing your knee upward until it slid between his legs and brushed over the front of his pants.

“Says who?”

He let out a quiet groan, staring down between the two of you, so close but not close enough, the others mere feet away. This night definitely wasn’t going where you thought it would have, but you didn’t mind anymore. All the blood was rushing to your head and you didn’t care about anything else but finding a way to feel him closer.

Yugyeom stared, eyes boring into you for what felt like an eternity. There was a moment where he seemed to throw all caution aside and the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, soft and moist as they melded together, body pressing yours back into the wall. Your eyes drifted closed and you lost yourself in it, feeling his tongue snake between your parted lips and clash against yours.

When he pulled back, you both breathed hard, chests rising and falling against one another.

“Take me home.” Were the only words you mustered before Yugyeom was pulling you out of the hall.

You made up an excuse about not feeling well and that Yugyeom was going to see you home to make sure you made it there alright. The guys and your roommate seemed to buy it, telling you to feel better and waving as the two of you headed out the door, keeping a safe distance from one another until you were out of eyesight.

Yugyeom had a hard time keeping his hands off you after that, even in the presence of pedestrians and all the way to your place. When you got inside your apartment, he pushed you up against the front door and ravished your neck in kisses, his hands sliding up the side of your thighs under your skirt.

“All week.” He mumbled into your skin, nipping and kissing up to your ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all damn week.”

“Oh?” You piped with a smile “What exactly did that entail?”

Yugyeom pulled back and made a show of running his hands up the front of your thighs, pulling your skirt up and exposing your garter belt and underwear. The cool air hit your skin and made you shudder.

“This.” He said, staring hungrily down at your exposed lower half. “All of this and so much more.”

You pushed off the door and guided him to the bedroom, feeling drunk off adrenaline and arousal. This wasn’t really like you, especially not with someone who found annoying just a few days ago, but if you were being honest with yourself, you’d been attracted to Yugyeom for awhile. Really, it was hard not to be.

He sat down on your bed, watching with bated breath as you pulled your blouse over your head and dropped your skirt. Yugyeom finally got a full eyeful of the lingerie set, and was able to take his time admiring every curve and contour of your body and how the frilly material hugged it.

You came to stand in front of him, and he didn’t waste any time using his hands to feel every part of you presented before him, hands running along your legs, grabbing and squeezing handfuls of your ass, ghosting over your stomach and working their way up.

You grabbed onto his hands before they could reach your chest and shook your head, pushing them back down. You gestured to his shirt.

“Your turn.”

Yugyeom didn’t need to be told twice, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. His body was as you’d imagined, lithe yet strong, and glowing in the subtle light of the bedroom.

You made a gesture with your hand. “And the rest” You grinned, and he smirked as his hands fell to his pants, looking right at you the entire time he undid them and pushed them off his legs.

You pushed him back onto the bed, and as his lean body spread out over the blankets you saw how his hardness strained inside his boxers. You crawled over him, straddling his lap and leaning down to kiss him, slow and sensual. His hands ran along your calves, feeling the sheer material of your stockings against your skin and sighing against your mouth.

“You really like this ensemble, don’t you?” You mused when you pulled away, pushing your hair back so it wouldn’t tickle him. He was so hard between your legs, and you found yourself slowly grinding against him.

He let out a groan, twitching under the motion of your hips.

“I’ve only ever dreamed about seeing you like this, much less feeling it.” He explained, bringing one hand to the front to cup over your breast, his thumb grazing the lace that covered your nipple.

His confession piqued your interest. You’d only ever taken his behavior around you as playful fun, never considering he might actually want your attention.

“You’ve thought about it before?” You asked, your voice lowering into a near whisper, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

He moved then, flipping you over so you were under him. He let out a mischievous growl, burying his face into your neck and pressing his cock into you hard.

“Many, many times.”

You giggled as he kissed over the crook of your shoulder, over your upper chest.

“And I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

You let your laughter fade, your eyes falling into a heavy stare as you peered up at him, drawing your arms around his neck. You used one leg to pull him into you, forcing him to grind against you harder and you mewled. You were aching by that point, needing it as much as he did.

“Well, the wait is over.” You taunted, nuzzling his face before kissing him again. The force with which he returned it caused you to press back into the bed, almost unable to catch your breath with every motion of his mouth against yours. Yugyeom’s hands slid down your body, hooking into your panties and ripping them down your legs. You were still wearing the bra, garter and stockings, and something told you he wanted it that way.

His tongue rolled across yours, even when he pushed his own underwear off and you felt him pressing heavy and hot against your entrance. It was you who had to pull back, reclaim your bearings and let out a tiny sound of pleasure knowing what came next.

“Are you ready?” He rasped against your mouth, taking himself into one of his hands and wetting the head of his cock against your entrance. This was the first time in all your life you didn’t need even a second of foreplay; you needed all of it now.

You nodded, leaning up to take his bottom lip between yours, nibbling on it before you let him go. His gaze darkened, and he moved forward over you, sinking inside you as he did so. You gasped out at the feeling, sudden yet blissful.

Yugyeom let out a puff of air he’d been holding in his lungs, his forehead laying on yours as his eyes flittered closed, feeling himself totally encased inside you. He sat for a second, body still but chest rising and falling, almost like he was waiting for something.

You stroked your hand through his hair and wiggled a little, letting him know you were ready for more. His eyes opened, and he caught your vision just as he pulled back and slammed himself inside you.

You let out a yelp at the sensation, brow creasing and the hand in his hair tightening at the back of his scalp on instinct.

“Oh!” the sound left you on the second hard plunge inside you, and you shouldn’t have been surprised he was able to work his hips like that. Still, you found yourself clutching him for dear life as his pace quickened into a steady succession of thrusts. Back and forth, skin audible against skin, your silken covered lower legs stroking up and down his.

There was something about the way his eyelids flickered, hair falling into his face as his mouth hung open and he watched, panting as he scanned your face, your chest, any part of you he could see, and how much you knew he wanted you just like this. Pleasure pooled in your lower abdomen and you moaned at the heightened sensations sweeping through you.

He reached up one hand to slip under your bra strap, pulling it down your arm so one of your breasts was exposed. You expected him to cup it in his hand like he did before, but let out a pitched whine when his head swooped in so he could take the hardening bud into his mouth. His hips were incessant, even as he lost himself in tasting your skin, suckling hard against the sensitive flesh. Your nipple, now being grazed between his teeth, had a direct link between your legs, and you squirmed against him as the added ministration brought you closer to release.

When he pulled back, his hand dragged down your body, making sure to caress your skin and feel the lace under his hand along the way. He trailed it over your pubic bone until finally his fingertips rested over your clit and began to rub you rhythmically in tune to his thrusting, and you arched toward him, your head falling back as the gratification shot through you.

“I want to watch you.” He gulped out with his eyes intent on your face as he worked your lower half with both his hips and his hand. “I wanna see you come.”

You knew if he kept up those motions, you were going to do just that, and could only moan wantonly in response to his words.

Your hands moved to your own chest, cupping up under your bouncing breasts, body wriggling underneath him, totally surrendering to the unrelenting fucking. You wanted him to see it as much as you needed to feel it, and you knew you were teetering on that edge when you caught his eyes.

“Yugyeom, I’m so close.” You managed to warn him, and he shuddered hearing your voice.

“Oh god, yes.” He breathed, speeding up his hips and unflinching in his stare, not wanting to miss a single moment. You saw the way he clenched his jaw and occasionally bit his lips, like he was using all his willpower to fuck you to orgasm and not finish a moment before you.

Your release hit you like a tidal wave, and washed over your limbs as your body bowed under his. Yugyeom watched, mouth falling open further and letting you ride it out against him. Not long after you finished, he pulled his hand away to help brace himself against the bed, pressing inside you and moaning with every pulse of his orgasm.

Yugyeom pulled out and fell on his back next to you. You both lay there, recovering in silence except for your labored breathing. The lustful fog cleared from your mind, and suddenly you felt exposed, tugging your bra up your shoulders once more and crossing your arms over yourself. You couldn’t believe what you’d just done.

Yugyeom rolled toward you, touching one of your arms gently. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “I feel kind of ridiculous, that’s all.” You said, not meeting his eyes and curling your legs up. “I mean, what was I thinking tonight?” You laughed at yourself, thinking back to how bold you’d been to dress up and seduce someone you couldn’t stand a day ago.

He pulled you into him, pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck, which drew a shiver from you on contact.

“Whatever it was, I hope you think it again. And again….and again….and-“

You laughed, placing your fingers over his mouth to shut him up.

“There’s better ways to silence me, you know.” He said, making sure you were looking at him when he kissed your fingers tenderly.

You grinned, leaning down to connect your lips. Maybe the lingerie wasn’t such a bad idea.

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a-reocurring-dream · 8 years

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Re-watching promo clips ...

... is a refreshing and very telling thing to do, after a show is over, guys. Especially this one that just re-appeared on my dash. I really gave a laugh out of disbelief after watching, because: We could’ve known of the disaster of a series, even before it aired.

(Note 1: The following analysis is based on the belief that the mess of series 4 is deliberate and that there’s more to come to give an explanation to all loose threads. Also, said promo clip hints at tinfoil hattery/the possible ARG.)

(Note 2: The permanent glitches in the video made it difficult to differ between the deliberate and random ones, so the following analysis will be based on the belief that outstanding glitches are meant to be deliberate.)

PART ONE: THE AMAZON-VIDEO

Before the search bar is used, we get to see this:

Does look strange? Well, since some people - as well as Rachel Talalay - put high emphasis on Easter to be a potential day of the TLS-reveal, this ad just FITS PERFECTLY in the frame.

Moving on to the foreshadowing of our “tinfoil hattery”: The word “detective hat” is entered into the search bar - back when I first watched the promo, I wondered why they chose to use this expression; now, I feel heavily reminded of myself and all the other tinfoil hattery conspirators who chose to be detectives ourselves after TFP in order to make sense of the mess of a series. And guess what? They knew we would start doing that right after TFP:

(Sorry for the bad quality.)

On the 16th of January, some of us decided not to buy series 4 at face-value, put our detective hats on and started doing the work of a detective: doing endless research, discovering clues, wolfing down plot and subtext, theorising and reconstructing the circumstances of Moftiss’ offence (pun intended). What we got from that were 14,601 uncountable possible outcomings.

The next thing that I noticed was the blatant overuse of the word “Costume”:

Keep in mind: This is a completely fake amazon.com-website; everything in there is placed there, because someone decided it to be placed there. So, why such emphasis on “Costume”? Two guesses:

It is a hint at Eurus - the queen of costumes - being invented to veil the true events.

It references EMP theory or an Unreliable Narrator.

Finally, let’s take a look at the three “items” listed:

All of these Numbers have meaning.

All of the “items” contain the number 10117, which is probably a reference to the airing date of TST; it’s also listed as the date of deliverance and number of comments about the “High Functioning Sociopath Kit”.

Staying with the numbers, what caught my eyes were “13″ next to the four stars of “Personal Mind Palace” and “92″ next to the three and a half stars of “Personal Blogger Companion”.

First of all: 13 in combination with “Mind Palace” is quite telling, since TFP, the 13th episode, felt utterly surreal, and offers an explanation to the events - TFP was all in someone’s head; but in whose? Anyway, the headline + “Close your eyes and enter your mind palace...” alone are quite damning evidence, since there hasn’t been an acknowledged MP-scene in series 4, after all.

Also, isn’t it interesting that the ratings drop with every new article? It’s like more and more people started to dislike what was offered to them - sounds familiar? Yeah, that’s exactly what happened to Sherlock series 4.

“92″ IS A GIFT (you’ll see soon why I was utterly mind-blown seeing it). It’s close to “Personal Blogger Companion” a. k. a. John and the note “FREE Shipping on eligible orders” that alone, being put there, is like asfeaedasfdeagea - meaning, 92 is somehow related to John and Shipping Johnlock. My initial thought was, “Hey, maybe it’s a date - 1992, let’s google that and Sherlock Holmes and see if there’s something to it!” And my GOD, Google didn’t disappoint me! The first thing that was suggested to me was “Sherlock Holmes 1992 game” (gave me ARG-vibes, btw) - and guess what it’s called like:

(x) At this point, I had already lost it. But wait, there’s more:

I couldn’t find a full summary to the case and have no time to play the game (if anyone wants to, you can easily download it online), but, apparently, it turns out that the perpetrator WASN’T Jack the Ripper and that everything is way more complicated than it seemed at first glimpse. And I don’t even dare to begin that there was also a FAKE Jack the Ripper in TEH - the episode containing “Sumatra Road” which ties to Sherlock’s “Appointment in Sumatra” as an alternate ending, as well as the first allusions to ACD’s The Lost Files Special. And well, we all remember the scene in TLD in which Sherlock mistakes Culverton to hide a scalpel and then SERRATES a SCALPEL himself, without anyone being aware of it at first. asfeafsfeafeasd In conclusion: This is not only evidence for The Lost Special, but also for Johnlock becoming canon.

Next I wondered about the pictures used for the “items”:

“High Functioning Sociopath Kit”: The skull, meaning “death” - Sherlock puts his “I’m a high functioning sociopath”-facade to rest in series 4. Which happened to an extent he is always self-sacrificial and submissive to the fucking VILLAINS.

“Personal Mind Palace”: A MIRROR with the smiley face in it, presumably cut out from this promo picture:

Missing the resolution to this picture, too? Yeah, you’re not the only one. The fact that they only cut out the Moriarty smiley face implies that Moriarty Moftiss is responsible for us not seeing the whole picture, but only the narrative through the mirror of a mind palace (whose-ever it is).

“Personal Blogger Companion”: JOHN IS MIRRORED BY SHERLOCK’S VIOLIN. That is a lot, especially now that we have seen TFP: The only time we see Sherlock play the violin in series 4 is in this particular episode when asked by Eurus to play himself a. k. a. his feelings. And what does he play? Irene’s theme from ASiB that subtextually is about HIS LOVE FOR JOHN - only confirmed now by the John = Sherlock’s violin mirroring. And if that wasn’t enough already, Eurus - knowing everything about everyone - asks, “Did you have sex?”, as soon as Sherlock has started playing. And Sherlock DOESN’T ANSWER - like he has never answered anyone asking if he and John are a couple. That is interesting and quite suggesting in my opinion, since there are very convincing metas out there that something Johnlock-ey has already happened, presumably in the time-slot ASiB is offering - which would also connect to “Irene”’s theme perfectly. asfeafsfdae Also, Eurus his reasoning is giving a new violin appearance of John to Sherlock that he admires even more than his old one (well, you can look at that as “aging or his new hairstyle suits John” or as “Sherlock’s perception of John and his feelings for him have improved and his mind is supportive towards his heart now”). Moreover, do you remember the promo picture for series 4 that shows a violin with a broken string? Yeah, that’s our heartbroken John who “still [wants more]”. We all do.

Now some glitches that caught my eye, because they appeared to be deliberate:

----- “3 days left” - does anyone know how many days before TST this promo was released? Well, either way, the amazon-blog says that it was released about 2 months ago, which would fit the time-slot for “3 days left”.

----- “we count” placed right in the Johnlock-ey part of the frame. If this is not just a random glitch (because I admit that it could be the case here), I feel quite relieved, because it’s the equivalent to “Who we really are - it matters.” and everything they claimed the show to be about: a story about a detective, not a detective-story.

----- “M”, “Mar[y]”, “Women’s Novelty” and “Men’s Skullies” hanging around “Personal Mind Palace” and therefore TFP. Seeing Mary so close to M(-theory) and TFP - an episode in which she is supposed to be dead -, are we to wonder that maybe, she is still pulling the strings - like implied by her posthumous narration at the end of TFP? Hint: She’s evil and still alive. Also, her “redemption arc” is foreshadowed by “Women’s Novelty” as well as main characters dying - wait, plural? Yes, you heard me: “Men’s Skullies”. We got to see the John-mirror in Sherrinford shoot himself in the head and Victor Trevor’s skull - but, well, you know what? Victor is a child, not a grown-up or an adult “man” - so who did we miss to die by a head-injury, too? @marcespot (hopefully, you don’t mind me tagging you - if so, contact me and I’ll remove the tag) has made an interesting meta-video on the possibility of John being shot at some point in series 4 and bleeding out.

Last, but not least:

Moriarty’s glitches get worse, and we see how he hacks the website in order to overlay the images of the foreshadowing of the real events by his “MISS ME?”-gif - which, we know now, was created on Eurus’ demand, so it’s actually Eurus AGAIN to be the variable altering the narrative/real events.

PART TWO: SHORT TRAILER

After that, we get a low pitched “MISS ME?”, which is odd by itself, and this frame - again, cut out of an original promo picture of Sherlock series 4:

What caught my eye instantly was that the smiley face is placed on Sherlock only; John is spared from it entirely. Two thoughts on this:

If Sherlock is to represent the show “Sherlock” itself here, it means that it has been hacked and altered by Moriarty, which is why we only get to see a distorted version of the events.

“In the end, it’s only you and me,” Moriarty shouted in TAB, meaning that Sherlock is fighting Moriarty on his own and therefore is the only one to be possibly injured. But that is just in his head; in reality, John would be affected, too. Thus, this promo picture seems to be willing to tell us something: Since it is just Sherlock being affected by the threat of Moriarty here and TFP shows us differently by establishing Moriarty to be dead, throwing the new villain called Eurus at us who tries to murder John more than once, is everything maybe still in Sherlock’s head?

Just for your input: After that image, we get to see the second trailer of series 4 and the glitching announcement of the new season, which isn’t that note-worthy in my opinion, which is why I crossed this last paragraph.

Tagging people who might be interested under the cut:

@murdered-by-fandoms @sherlockshite @whimsicalethnographies @worriesconstantly @jenna221b

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mavengers · 8 years

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Letters to the Editor

Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: some swearing, light mentions of sex, mostly just fluff (it’s really cute guys)

Words: 3k

All credit goes to Marvel.

Tag list: @littlewolfieposts @seargantbcky @cutecuddlycalpal @irepeldirt @its-sophia-xo-love

AN: GUYS! This is my first fic of 2017 and I’m SO sorry I haven’t been posting, as many of you know, I was dealing with some pretty intense shit but I’m feeling well enough to resume writing. Thank you all for the love and support you guys have shown me. This is for you guys.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Clint smirked, taking a sip from his beer. Steve had been sporting the biggest smile ever since he got home from what was supposed to be grocery shopping with Bucky, who looked like he was about to go back into cryo if he heard Steve keep talking about it.

“Yeah, Stevie, go ahead and tell them all of what you told me. I’m going to take a shower.” Bucky said, turning and leaving the room. This was all Steve talked about on the way home and when Steve’s excited, he never shuts up. He looked like he was about to pee himself with how excited he was.

“Spill it, Cap.” Sam said. If there was ever a minute where unicorns and rainbows felt like they were gonna spill from Steve’s mouth and lungs, it was now.

“I’m writing a book!”

You sat back at your desk after your lunch break, hot cocoa in hand. You pulled your cardigan tighter around your chest as you recovered from the cold New York weather. Jeannie, your assistant, popped her head in. “Ms. Y/L/N?” You hummed against the lid of your cup of cocoa. “The girls want to know if you’re up for drinks after work tonight.” You nodded and smiled at her as she closed the door to your office and went back to her desk out front.

You spun yourself around in your leather office chair, lightly laughing to yourself. The girls were never going to believe this.

“You’re writing a book?” Sam asked as Clint began cackling in the back. “Dude, that is the second least cool thing for a superhero to do.”

“What’s the first?” Steve asked, his brow furrowing.

“Going grocery shopping.” Clint spoke up. Steve frowned as he turned and put his re-useable grocery bags on the countertop.

“Well I think writing a book would be cool. I got a lot of little kids looking up to me, why not give them a look into my history?”

“You sure have a lot of that.” Tony said, walking by and grabbing an apple from the grocery bag, taking a bite.

“I didn’t wash that!” Steve exclaimed. Tony paused, taken off guard by Steve’s outburst.

“I’m sorry, do you want to wash it now?”

“Did you hear…?” Your co-worker, Jamie began, leaning forward in her seat to start what you liked to call ‘gossip hour’. You took a sip of your martini and popped one of the olives in your mouth. “…Delanie from printing is hooking up with Harold?” Your olive nearly rolled out of your mouth as your jaw dropped.

“Harry? He’s married to Sophie!”

“I know. God, what a pig.” Jamie said with a look of disgust. As she sat back in her seat, another of your co-workers, Sheila, leaned forward to share.

“Well what I heard today was that someone landed a major client. Y/N, do you happen to know anything about that?” She smirked and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Maybe his name will ring a bell? Steve Rogers?” She sounded out his name and you took a nonchalant sip of your drink again as the Jamie and Nicole gasped.

“No way!”

“You got Captain America to write you a book?!”

“I didn’t get him to write me a book! I just ran into him on my lunch break and we got to talking and he told me he was curious about writing a book!” You said innocently. You smiled when the bartender came by and topped off your martini, adding a couple extra olives, just how you liked.

You stumbled out of the bar at 1:30 in the morning, early for you. You groaned when your phone began vibrating loudly in your purse and you pulled it out, putting it between your ear and your shoulder so you could take your heels off. “Hello?”

“Oh, hey. Did I wake you?” Someone asked.

“No, who is this?” The noise of cars whizzing past you and people talking loudly from various other bars made it difficult to understand your caller.

“It’s Steve, Steve Rogers.”

“Right, Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You smacked yourself in the face. Of course he knew your name. Why would he call a total stranger?

“Hey, uh, are you okay? It sounds like you’re on the highway.” You looked around at your surroundings. Bars with people stumbling out of them (much like yourself), busy streets, sketchy alleys.

“Uh, not exactly.”

“Where are you? It’s late and you sound like you’re in a bad part of town, let me come get you and I’ll walk you back home.”

“Uhhh… you know that bar with the fake palm trees and weird fish curtains?”

“The Pink Dolphin? That’s right down the block, I’ll be there in five minutes. Stay there.” He clicked off the line and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Captain America coming to your rescue. You were going to refuse and tell him you’d be fine and catch a cab, buutttt it is Steve Rogers offering to walk you home and it would be a decent way to talk about the book.

The cold air helped bring you back to a slightly sober state and you began spinning yourself around a street pole, nearly jumping out of your skin as an arm circled around your waist, beginning to walk with you. “You do realize you’re pole dancing in the middle of the street, right?”

“And grabbing me off the pole before saying hello was just as good of an idea?” He stopped, leaving an arm still wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Fair enough. Well, if I’m walking you home, lead the way.”

You and Steve had been walking and laughing for about five minutes now, taking your time on getting back to your studio apartment. “You know, one of these days you’re going to step on a piece of glass.” He laughed.

“Yes and I’m sure you’ll be there to come patch me up when that day comes, but come on. Have you seen these things?” You asked, gesturing to your heels. “They’re like four inches tall! These shoes are purely for decoration.”

“Okay, whatever you say, doll.” You both laughed and quieted down for a little. You stared down at your bright pink heels that dangled from your fingers. Steve’s jacket had done little to warm you since he had given it to you five minutes ago. You could feel the goosebumps raising on your legs and you couldn’t wait to get home and get into your pajamas.

“So what made you want to write a book?” You asked, breaking the silence. He looked ahead, smiling and biting his lip.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to. I want to be a bigger inspiration to the kids, you know “you can do anything if you really feel passionate about it”. Cheesy, but true.” You nodded thoughtfully, a guy who cared about kids? What a dream. “But truthfully, I don’t think I would’ve ever gotten around to it if I hadn’t bumped into you on the street the other day.” You laughed, slightly blushing.

“You mean when you made me spill hot chocolate all over a copy of James Patterson’s manuscript?” He put his hands up in defense.

“Hey, I bought you another hot chocolate, didn’t I?”

“What a gentleman.” You said and he chuckled.

“Is this you?” He asked, pointing up to the tall skyscraper in front of you. You nodded, and before you could say goodnight:

“Do you want to come up?”

The elevator ride up to the 16th floor was painfully long, especially when you had always wondered what it would be like to have sex in an elevator. You pushed your key in the lock and thanked God that you had decided to clean up for once only the night before. You couldn’t imagine Captain America in the mess that usually was your not-so-humble home.

“Wow, it’s nice in here.” Steve commented, looking around.

“Yeah, perks of being a ‘big shot editor’ as people like to call me. It’s nice, but too big for one person.” You said. “If you excuse me, I’m going to go change out of this dress that’s currently suffocating me and into something actually comfortable.” You walked into your room, nearly ripping the tight dress off of you and stripping of your stockings.

And that was when you remembered it.

All of your laundry, including pajamas, was being dry-cleaned.

And all you had for pajamas was a Captain America onesie that you had bought as a last minute Halloween costume last year.

You mentally groaned and placed your palm on your forehead, cursing yourself. Okay, you began to rationalize, he just picked your drunk ass off the street and brought you home. He’s spilled hot chocolate all over James Patterson’s manuscript. Wearing a Captain America onesie is the least embarrassing thing either of you could do right now.

Before you knew it, the onesie was on and you were shouting to Steve who was sitting on your couch, probably wondering what was taking you so long. “You have to promise not to judge me! It’s laundry day and this is all I have!” He pulled his eyebrows together, confused.

“If all you have on is underwear, you can wear my shirt to cover yourself- oh.” He said when he saw you step out of your room, fully clad in the onesie and he bit his lip to stop the loud laugh that was threatening to come out. “You look cute.” He said, barely trying to hide his grin.

“I think I could pull off the suit better than you.” You challenged, cheekily.

“I’m sure of it.” You laughed, grabbing your laptop and sitting on the couch beside him, pulling up all your publisher’s website.

“Okay, so basically what happens is you send me a chapter or two of the book every week or so, I make corrections or add notes, send it back to you. That continues until we have a manuscript and then we send it to get published.” Steve nodded as he stared at the laptop. “Nervous?” You guessed. He nodded again. “Don’t be, it comes easier than you think. Just imagine that you are the reader. Write about what you want to read and hear about.”

“I wanna hear about you.” He said, and you couldn’t help but look down and smile, willing away a blush, but he seemed completely serious.

“Well what do you want to hear about me?” You asked. He seemed to be contemplating his questions, which unbeknownst to you, there were many swirling around in his head.

“What made you want to become an editor?” Ah. The question you had mainly only been asked at interviews or on dates with guys that you were sure weren’t listening to you after you began talking. But Steve? Steve seemed to genuinely wanna know. You shrugged.

“My mom and dad were both editors, which, while seems nice, was actually horrible. They were always fighting over clients or sneaking into each other’s offices and reading the other’s manuscripts so they could steal ideas from one another,” you paused to take a breath, and Steve was still looking at you, possibly even more curious than before. “It just sort of felt like I was destined to be an editor. In high school, they had me taking college English courses.”

“Is that why you’re single? You don’t want to risk ending up like your parents?” The question seemed to spill before he could stop it, and he grimaced, but you only laughed.

“Partly, I just try to steer away from people who are either in my profession or people who are interested in pursuing my profession,” he laughed and you smiled. “But mostly, I just haven’t met my prince yet.” He smirked to himself.

“Does it have to be a prince? Would you settle for a captain?” You felt your cheeks and ears heat up and you smirked back.

“Well that all depends.” You nonchalantly shrugged, looking away and biting your lip to hide your smile.

“On?” He raised his eyebrows.

“If the captain settles for me.” He laughed again.

Later that week, after you and Steve’s night of flirting, you were sitting at home on your laptop. Boxes of Chinese takeout were sprawled across the coffee table and you had the evening news playing in the background. Your pin-straight work hair had been thrown haphazardly into a ponytail and your black and white Adidas joggers matched your black tank top.

You were on the last few pages of James Patterson’s new chapter when your laptop chimed, signaling an email. You switched tabs to your email and smiled when you noticed the sender was [email protected]. Attached to the email was a pdf of what seemed to be the first few chapters of his book. “Sorry, James, Alex Cross is going to have to wait a bit.”

Halfway through reading, you noticed that in addition to Captain America being a very good author, in the middle of one of his sentences, he had tucked in “dinner @ castro’s? 7:30?” You laughed, picking up your phone besides you and taking a picture of it before sending it to Steve with the caption “you’re such a dork, see you at 7:30 :)”

“It’s like I’m seeing a whole new side of you, Rogers.” Clint commented. Bucky clapped Steve across his back.

“It’s because he’s got a date.” Bucky said, proud like a father to a son at his first baseball game. A chorus of surprised sounds echoed through the conference room and Steve dramatically rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t contain his smile.

“With who? The old lady at the supermarket who always calls you ‘hot stuff’?” Sam snickered. Steve threw a pen at him, only fueling Sam’s laughter.

“Her name’s Y/N.” Bucky sing-songed. Natasha gave Steve a pointed look.

“Isn’t that your editor?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, she’s real pretty, isn’t she, Stevie?” Right before Steve could speak up and tell his best friend to screw off, your picture was pulled up over Tony’s phone.

“Y/N Y/L/N. A 26 year old editor who resides in New York City. She went to Yale and graduated top of her class. She grew up in Long Island and is an editor for famous authors such as John Green, James Patterson, and Gayle Forman.” Tony said. Steve sighed, unable to say anything as his team analyzed you.

“Rogers, I swear to God, if you fuck this up, I’m going for it.” Sam said, admiring your picture.

“Hey, can you hand me my pen back?” Steve asked Sam. His friend nodded, handing him back the pen. Steve took it in his hands, looking at it almost lost in thought, before gearing up and flinging it back at Sam.

7:30 saw you sitting neatly in a candlelit table in Castro’s. Your hair was curled, falling in perfect waves that framed your face, which was done nicely with a red lip and cat-eye liner. You had your best dress on; a black velvet dress with a plunging neckline, exposing a bit of cleavage.

The second you saw Steve, you swear your heart stopped and you nearly dropped your martini. He was wearing a red button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, tucked into a pair of neatly pressed black dress pants. He pulled out the seat across from you before sitting down. “Sorry, I’m a bit late, I know. But I have an excuse.” You urged your mind to stop focusing on his biceps and onto his words.

“Saving the day?” He chuckled.

“Unless saving the day is code for ‘being harassed by my friends’, then sure.” You laughed as you took a sip of your martini. You could feel his eyes on you, looking at you in a way that he hadn’t yet seen. He had seen lunch rush you, drunk you, editor you. He had yet to see you like this; all done up. It was all for him, and he was shamelessly loving it.

2 weeks and 4 dates later, you received another two chapters from Steve. He warned you that these two were most likely going to be the hardest to write. You didn’t know why until you opened up the pdf. In big, bold letters, at the top of the page was “CHAPTER 3: PEGGY CARTER.”

You tensed up, not sure if you were ready to hear about how great the love of his past life was. You considered sending it to Sheila or Jamie, but this was your job, and you were his editor before you were his date.

You were expecting to feel heartbroken over what he wrote about another girl, but instead, your heart fluttered. He talked about her in such a way, showcasing how strong she was and how big of a part she played in Steve’s life, and you briefly wondered if he talked about you like he talked about her. Granted, you were no Peggy Carter, but he liked you a lot. You knew that.

You especially knew it when in the bottom, right-hand corner of the page, he added a footnote.

“Peggy Carter was an amazing woman in her time. Presently, there are many other woman just as amazing and bad-ass as her. I’m lucky enough to be dating one of them. I’m also madly in love with her.”

You didn’t even realize how wide you were smiling until your cheeks began to hurt. You immediately picked up the phone, taking yet another picture and sending it to Steve, with the caption: “still a dork; but a dork that I am also madly in love with.”

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Defecation stim this morning - note the plate on the guy that pulls up next to me - and the location - I dont ordinarily mention this sort of thing b/c its so common - I may start including this in the audio notes -- Sent from Fast notepad

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Frank edwards - hes fd - gets schaive endorsement - hes one of the wide awakes - xa long industrial chem - grandview - furman milburn - medeival re enactment - knightx2 - bed bugs - nabors - mental illness frame - ed smith - tx is his jx - he was the regional - 10 states - jeffe - he would mingle w/ the pols in tx - big leagues - spfld dont play - Edwards - the wife runs for coroner - may have gotten the job - despite being clearly unqualified - elected position - this is yoursimpsons link btw - conan obrien sidekick is fromthe patch - thats why certain stories and inds haveil link - not just shelbyville - sang county coroner was norm richter for decades - he was coroner like all his adult life - xa spfld funeral biz - see esp don hickman - shs image - etc -- Sent from Fast notepad

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It - rushton - spfld mayors race Frank edwards - jim langfelder Thursday, Nov. 29, 2018 12:07 am Familiar faces in mayoral race Contest pits incumbent against former alderman By Bruce Rushton Former alderman Frank Edwards, left, will face Mayor Jim Langfelder in the April mayoral election. It’s been a dozen years since Springfield has seen a two-horse mayoral race. In 2007, incumbent Tim Davlin shellacked Bruce Strom, who got less than 40 percent of the vote, both in the primary and the general election. In 2011, seven mayoral candidates crowded the primary ballot; in 2015, there were five. And now, we are, again, down to two, with former alderman Frank Edwards being the only candidate to file against Mayor Jim Langfelder, who never has had a close call at the polls. Before winning the mayor’s post in 2015 with 55 percent of the vote, Langfelder had last faced an opponent in 2003, when he got nearly 60 percent in his first of three successful bids for treasurer. Edwards says he figures he’s the underdog, but that’s true of anyone running against an incumbent. He says he can’t think of anything that the mayor’s done well; Langfelder says he’s done plenty. The candidates’ views also diverge on money. Edwards, whose campaign committee filed organization papers last week, predicted a $300,000 price tag for his campaign, with the tab for both candidates exceeding $500,000. The mayor, who spent nearly $200,000 in 2017 and had $52,000 on hand at the end of September, projected his campaign budget at $100,000, noting that there will be no primary before the April 2 general election. Edwards has been in the mix since October, when he attended a meeting at headquarters for Laborer’s Local 477, whose business manager, Brad Schaive, at the time said he was trying to find candidates to challenge Langfelder. Edwards declined to tell Illinois Times who attended the meeting, Schaive could not be reached for comment. Rosemarie Long, chairwoman of the Sangamon County Republican Party, said that the GOP doesn’t plan to issue an endorsement in the nonpartisan race. “But that doesn’t mean we won’t work to support him,” Long said. Edwards, who got party support when he ran for city treasurer in 2015, said he expects labor support in the mayor’s race. The mayor chuckled when asked whether he and Schaive have exchanged Christmas gift wish lists. “We’ve never exchanged Christmas gifts,” Langfelder said before praising Schaive for being an effective union leader. “He’s a great leader for his group,” the mayor said. “I have to represent 115,000 people.” Langfelder downplayed the importance of organized labor’s support of his 2015 candidacy. “I owe the victory to the voters of Springfield,” the mayor said. “They were one of many groups that helped out.” Edwards last appeared on a municipal ballot in 2015, when he was beaten by Misty Buscher, who’d never before run for elective office and won the treasurer’s office with 55 percent of the vote over the veteran officeholder. “I can’t explain that, to be real honest with you,” says Edwards, who allows that he may have underestimated his opponent. “I didn’t work as hard as I should have. I wasn’t out there fighting the battle that I should have fought, educating the people like I should have done.” This time, Edwards says, will be different. “I think it’s going to be an all-out fight,” he says. Edwards criticizes Langfelder for pushing through tax hikes. “I see people leaving, I see job loss,” Edwards says. “Our town’s dying. And yet our taxes keep going up.” Edwards says the city should be able to balance books from efficiencies as opposed to raising taxes, and he says he’d instill an immediate hiring freeze if he’s elected. “Our finances are in terrible shape,” he says. “If we’re raising taxes, why are we hiring people?” Edwards also says that crime is an issue, pointing to a real-estate website called neighborhoodscout.com, which scores cities on crime and says that Springfield is a four on a 1-to-100 scale, with 100 being safest, making the capital city more dangerous than East St. Louis, which got a six, and Chatham, which was rated at 82. Edwards said that he has not examined crime statistics published by the U.S. Department of Justice, which show that both violent crime and property crime rates in Springfield have remained essentially flat between 2014, the year before Langfelder took office, and last year, the most recent year for which statistics are available. Edwards wouldn’t say whether he’d replace police chief Kenny Winslow, who was on the wrong end of a no-confidence vote by officers last year. “I’m not prepared to say that right now,” Edwards said. He said he didn’t have a position on whether the city properly handled the case of Samuel Rosario, an officer fired in 2017 after getting into a fistfight with a man who had exchanged insults with the officer. Edwards said it wouldn’t be appropriate to comment on the case of Sgt. Gary Wangard, who is under investigation after a woman was shot in October, five days after the sergeant was captured on video telling an arrestee that the woman’s son had been an informant. Edwards said he can’t think of anything that Langfelder has done well. “I’ve tried to come up with something,” Edwards said. “That’s why I’m running for mayor.” “Evidently, he hasn’t followed city government very well,” Langfelder responded. The mayor pointed to the city’s successful effort to persuade the legislature to enable renewal of the downtown tax-increment financing district as one of many accomplishments. He also said he’s made hard decisions such as pushing for Bicentennial Plaza and demolition of the YWCA building on a now-vacant block with a purpose yet to be determined. “The hard decision was bringing down the Y – I took the hit on it, now people see the magnificence of the (governor’s) mansion,” said Langfelder, who added that Edwards, while an alderman, voted to purchase the property without first getting an appraisal. “We’ve been making the tough decisions and really moving plans forward.” Contact Bruce Rushton at [email protected]. -- Sent from Fast notepad

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King - hrh - hank - tom anderson beavis and butthead The hill charachter is a spin off of the anderson charachter - judge u uses the same voice and only made slight changes to the appearance - not latest appearnce of hank is ufc - shumate is big mma fan - ufc - xa fudd - comedy - comed - fu theme - shumate was do around the same time as cofer black - bunn badgers - bw - sticfusion - auger bush - bunn - ronsumate - xa sonic - heffe ron - op - ron howard - happy days - 123 oclock - and see 2m - m2 - mu - res - lil ruby - xa ufcw - ameren 10 mi sstl - roth - anderson - an dre sun - soo - note generally - hank is h/k - the boy is bobby - -- Sent from Fast notepad

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Nyt 12/8 - trump dod guys - Gen mills - cereal - sere guy - mil&mil - milly burns - montgomery - desert fox - dessert fox - tom fox - redd fox - ox hunt - murdoch - fox channel - comedy - Simpson - king of the hill - ailes - Miley cyrus - wal - megalomart - mega - maga - not omega - wont stop the chem - regardless of legal judgment - smiley - mi - David goldfein - joe dunford - implied dispute of damages - mills is 82 airborne - a2 - e&t - etu brute - 10th mtn - lance mountain - precinct 10 - x - ab - 33 - psych - fronkenstein - martin - 2brains - kung fu - 10th mi stl - caths - alton - paradise - slu callis - x - xi - soccer football - futbol- ecks - noonan - wharton - carnduff - gnuteck - sticfusion - bilbray vegas lahood - torricelli - riggle wavering mayor houston - hurricane fence sears - carlucci - guards - wackenhut - securitas - cra - ierc - perc - dph sacco demarco - Joseph f dunford - joseph aboud - was right about cifa More like this 'Little Hint' From President About the Joint Chiefs: [National Desk] Cooper, Helene. New York Times, Late Edition (East Coast); New York, N.Y. [New York, N.Y]08 Dec 2018: A.15. Publisher logo. Links to publisher website, opened in a new window. Full text Details Translate Full text WASHINGTON -- President Trump is expected to name Gen. Mark A. Milley, the Army chief of staff, to be the next chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the top-ranking military position in the country, administration officials said on Friday. Mr. Trump teased the decision in remarks to reporters at the White House on Friday, saying that he would make an announcement at the Army-Navy football game on Saturday in Philadelphia. "I can give you a little hint: It will have to do with the Joint Chiefs of Staff and succession," the president said. Mr. Trump, who made several staff change announcements on Friday, met two weeks ago with General Milley and the Air Force chief of staff, Gen. David L. Goldfein, the two men believed to be in contention to succeed Gen. Joseph F. Dunford Jr. of the Marines, whose term as chairman expires next autumn. It is unusual for a successor to the top military job to be chosen so early, but the president has long been known to have a preference for General Milley, an ebullient officer who is well known in the halls of the Pentagon and at Army bases around the world. That preference for General Milley was at odds with Mr. Trump's defense secretary, Jim Mattis, who is believed to have wanted General Goldfein for the job. But Mr. Trump has in the last few months been overriding Mr. Mattis on a number of issues, most recently the decision to send American troops to the southern border with Mexico to counter caravans of migrants making their way north from Central America. But Pentagon officials said that Mr. Mattis, a retired Marine, was perfectly willing to work with General Milley, a graduate of Princeton University who also holds a master's degree in international relations from Columbia University. General Milley has a long military pedigree with some of the Army's legendary units, like the 82nd Airborne Division and the 10th Mountain Division. He has served multiple combat deployments in Afghanistan and Iraq. Before he was appointed Army chief in May 2015, General Milley was head of Army Forces Command at Fort Bragg, N.C., where he decided to charge Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl with desertion for walking off his post in Afghanistan in 2009. Sergeant Bergdahl was captured and held by the Taliban for five years and was released last year in exchange for five Taliban prisoners held at the military prison at Guantánamo Bay, Cuba. He was dishonorably discharged last year. A Boston Red Sox fan, General Milley carries himself with the kind of earthy manner that screams Fenway Park. He does not shy away from the occasional ribald story, although he does sometimes pepper conversations with talk of "little engines that could" and red cabooses and other well-worn references to inspirational stories. At the same time, anyone talking to him knows where they stand; he is direct, an approach that played well in Afghanistan, where he was the No. 2 American commander. He was popular among the troops he commanded and got on well with Afghan military officers and civilian officials, even when he pushed back against some of their wilder claims about the war. His political skills -- the same skills he used in the last two years to become a favorite of Mr. Trump -- were on display during a day trip in summer 2013 to northern Afghanistan, where he listened patiently as a senior Afghan security official blamed Pakistanis and other foreigners for all the violence in the country. General Milley responded politely but firmly, saying that while foreign insurgents were exacerbating the situation, the Taliban are an Afghan movement, and that it was ultimately up to Afghans to work out their differences if they wanted peace in their country. At the time, it was a message that Afghans had long ago tired of hearing from the Americans, but General Milley managed to deliver it without offending his host. Five years later, American military officials are still delivering that same message, as the Afghanistan war continues on. As the Army chief of staff, General Milley has instead turned his attention to whether almost two decades of fighting in Afghanistan -- and Iraq and Syria -- has taken away from the Army's ability to fight a land war against a more traditional military adversary. "Today, a major in the Army knows nothing but fighting terrorists and guerrillas, because he came into the Army after 9/11," General Milley said in an interview in 2016 with The New York Times. He described a loss of what he called muscle memory: how to fight a large land war, including one where an established adversary is able to bring sophisticated air defenses, tanks, infantry, naval power and even cyberweapons into battle. Photograph Gen. Mark A. Milley of the Army is expected to be President Trump's choice to lead the military. (PHOTOGRAPH BY GABRIELLA DEMCZUK FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES) Word count: 806 Copyright New York Times Company Dec 8, 2018

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Mercury public affairs - quicksilver Russian links charlotte & ussr - deripaska - aluminum/spk - boeing - redmond - preston gates - started by guy w/ burson ties - bought by omnicom/pr and dc ops folded into fleishman hillard - early ldrshp has ties to nj - chris christie - mercury group is pr gov affairs - lobsters reps uber xa fixer - blago Trying Cash and Cocktail Galas To Ease Bite of U.S. Sanctions: [National Desk] Vogel, Kenneth P. New York Times, Late Edition (East Coast); New York, N.Y. [New York, N.Y]11 Dec 2018: A.1. Publisher logo. Links to publisher website, opened in a new window. Full text Details Translate Full text WASHINGTON -- On a July evening, Trump administration officials and allies, including the president's personal lawyer, Rudolph W. Giuliani, gathered with investors atop the Hay-Adams hotel overlooking the White House for a cocktail reception featuring a short presentation by the Democratic Republic of Congo's special envoy to the United States. An invitation for the reception billed it as an opportunity to learn about "the role Africa plays in gaining access to critical minerals, such as cobalt" and to discuss "the strategic relationship" between the United States and the nations of Africa. In fact, the reception was part of an aggressive $8 million lobbying and public relations campaign that used lobbyists with ties to the Trump administration to try to ease concerns about the Congolese president, Joseph Kabila, whose government was facing threats of additional sanctions from the Trump administration for human rights abuses and corruption. The lavish cocktail party was one example of a lucrative and expanding niche within Washington's influence industry. As President Trump's administration has increasingly turned to sanctions, travel restrictions and tariffs to punish foreign governments as well as people and companies from abroad, targets of those measures have turned for assistance to Washington's K Street corridor of law, lobbying and public relations firms. The work can carry reputational and legal risks, since clients often come with toxic baggage and the United States Treasury Department restricts transactions with entities under sanctions. As a result, it commands some of the biggest fees of any sector in the influence industry. And some of the biggest payments have been going to lobbyists, lawyers and consultants with connections to Mr. Trump or his administration. "People overseas often want to hear that you know so-and-so, and can make a call to solve their problem," said Erich Ferrari, a leading Washington sanctions lawyer who said he has tried to disabuse prospective clients of such notions. It is a perception that matches up with the pay-to-play mind-set that defines politics in many parts of Africa, Asia, the Middle East and the former Soviet states. As politicians and executives from those regions have increasingly been targeted by sanctions, they have sought to apply that approach -- backed by huge sums of cash -- to navigating Washington, lobbyists and former government officials say. This has been encouraged, they say, by the willingness projected by Mr. Trump and his team to make deals around sanctions and tariffs exemptions. Previous administrations had worked to wall off politics from those processes, which are supposed to be overseen primarily by career officials and governed by strict legal analyses. In June, after a personal intervention by Mr. Trump, the Commerce Department rescinded sanctions that could have crippled the Chinese technology giant ZTE, which had fought the sanctions through an intense three-month lobbying push that cost $1.4 million. A $108,500-a-month lobbying campaign has helped delay the imposition of sanctions against an industrial conglomerate owned by the Russian oligarch Oleg Deripaska. Among the leaders of the lobbying efforts for both ZTE and Mr. Deripaska's companies was Bryan Lanza, a former Trump campaign aide who maintains close ties to administration officials. His firm, Mercury Public Affairs, has signed other clients facing punitive measures from the United States government, including the United States subsidiary of Hikvision, a company owned by the Chinese government. The company, according to lobbying filings, paid a Mercury team including Mr. Lanza a fee that started at $70,000 a month to lobby on the carrying out of a military-spending bill. The bill bars the United States government from purchasing video surveillance products made by a handful of Chinese companies, including Hikvision, ZTE and Huawei, whose chief financial officer was arrested in Canada at the request of the United States government, apparently on suspicion of violating sanctions against Iran. Sanctions targets who had not previously tried to win reprieve are sensing an opening. Viktor F. Yanukovych, the former president of Ukraine, who had sanctions levied against him in 2014, has discussed a push to win relief and refurbish his image with well-connected law and lobbying firms including Greenberg Traurig. Among the other Trump-linked lobbyists who have received big contracts from targets of sanctions and tariffs is Brian Ballard, a top fund-raiser for Mr. Trump's campaign and the Republican National Committee. His firm signed a $125,000-a-month contract in August 2017 to represent the Turkish-state-owned bank Halkbank, which has been working to avoid punishment for its role in a billion-dollar scheme to evade sanctions on Iran. The representation brought Mr. Ballard into discussions with Mr. Giuliani, who represented a gold trader charged in the scheme. Then there is the lawyer Alan Dershowitz. His criticism of the special counsel's investigation of Mr. Trump has endeared him to the president. But Mr. Dershowitz also has a long history of representing clients in transnational legal matters, including sanctions. Mr. Dershowitz is advising Dan Gertler, an Israeli billionaire who was the target of sanctions by Washington last year for using his connections to Mr. Kabila, the Congolese president, to facilitate what the Treasury Department called "opaque and corrupt mining and oil deals." Mr. Dershowitz called Mr. Gertler "a very good person" who is "being targeted primarily because of the actions of other people." While Mr. Trump has invited Mr. Dershowitz to the White House to discuss Middle East issues on multiple occasions, Mr. Dershowitz said he had not used his access to lobby on behalf of Mr. Gertler. "I would never raise an issue like this," he said. Mr. Kabila's government has stocked up on consultants who have cast themselves as able to broker access at the highest levels of the administration. It has paid $8 million to its security contractor, an Israeli firm called Mer Security and Communication Systems, to hire American lobbyists, according to lobbying filings. Mer paid $500,000 in April 2017 to Alston & Bird, the firm of former Senator Bob Dole. Mr. Dole's team indicated that it could secure a meeting between Mr. Kabila and Mr. Trump, according to people familiar with the relationship. The meeting never happened, and Mer ended the subcontract in frustration. Mer proceeded to invest millions more in lobbying and public relations firms with lower profiles but closer ties to the Trump team. Lobbying filings show $360,000 paid by Mer to Adnan Jalil, a former congressional liaison for Mr. Trump's campaign; $250,000 to the firm of Nancye Miller, the wife of the Trump campaign adviser and former C.I.A. chief R. James Woolsey Jr.; $680,000 to the firm of former Representative Robert L. Livingston, an early Trump endorser; and $598,000 to the firm of Brian Glicklich, who has represented Trump allies such as Breitbart News and Rush Limbaugh. Mer also agreed to pay $1.25 million to the firm of Robert Stryk, who had worked with Trump campaign officials, to organize the Hay-Adams event and meetings around it for Mr. Kabila's special envoy to the United States. (Mr. Stryk's firm, Sonoran Policy Group, also signed a $100,000-a-month contract in August to represent Somalia in its bid for increased military aid from the Trump administration and removal from its travel ban list. And Sonoran registered as a subcontractor for a law firm to lobby for a notorious Serbian arms dealer who was hit with sanctions for selling weapons to Liberia). At the time of the Congolese reception, the Trump administration and the international community were pressuring Mr. Kabila to step down, partly by intimating that his allies might face additional sanctions. Not only had he been accused of violent repression of dissent and looting millions, but he had overstayed the country's constitutionally mandated term limits by nearly two years. The Congolese officials at the reception posed for photos with Mr. Giuliani, and afterward there was some confusion about his connection to the lobbying effort. Francois Balumuene, the Congolese ambassador to the United States, suggested in an interview in September that his country was working with Mr. Giuliani to figure out the administration's position on an upcoming presidential election called by Mr. Kabila to avoid threatened sanctions. "What I know is that it is possible that Giuliani will let us know how to go ahead," Mr. Balumuene said. He referred additional questions about Mr. Giuliani's role to the country's special envoy to Washington, Raymond Tshibanda, who could not be reached for comment. Mr. Giuliani said he was not serving as an intermediary between the Democratic Republic of Congo and the administration. In an interview in September, he initially said he stopped by the reception for a half-hour to "say hello to people" and to impress a woman with whom he had been dining by taking her "to the top of the Hay-Adams to see a Washington party" with a "great view." But he later suggested that he attended at least partly because he was interested in exploring business opportunities, adding, "We've always wanted to see what's Africa all about." And someone familiar with Mr. Giuliani's business affairs said that one of his companies has recently been negotiating a consulting deal to work in the Democratic Republic of Congo, possibly through Mer. In text messages on Sunday, Mr. Giuliani said that "if I do it, it would only be security consulting" similar to what he does in other countries, not lobbying. "Beyond that, I can't say anything other than you can assume if we are working in a foreign country, we are doing security -- physical and cyber, antiterrorism, emergency management." It is not clear whether the lobbying overseen by Mer had much effect, and several of Mer's subcontracts with Trump-linked lobbyists have expired. Less than a month after the Hay-Adams event, Mr. Kabila announced that he would not seek a third term in presidential elections scheduled for this month. While some Trump administration officials are concerned that the elections are being tilted in favor of Mr. Kabila's chosen successor, the United States has not leveled additional sanctions against the country since Mr. Kabila's announcement -- an outcome some lobbyists on the account are privately claiming as a victory. In October, Mer signed a new $200,000 contract with a public relations firm called Sanitas International that was co-founded by Christopher Harvin, a senior adviser to the Trump campaign who had worked in President George W. Bush's administration. The firm is seeking to demonstrate to the news media that Mr. Kabila does, in fact, intend to step down and hold free and fair elections. Credit: KENNETH P. VOGEL; Jesse Drucker contributed to this report. Photograph Rudolph W. Giuliani at a reception hosted by a Democratic Republic of Congo envoy in July. (PHOTOGRAPH BY SCOTT MCINTYRE FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES) (A19) Word count: 1727 Copyright New York Times Company Dec 11, 2018 Mercury Public Affairs Mercury Public Affairs Mercury public affairs.png Basic facts Location: Washington, D.C. Type: Public Strategy Firm Affiliation: Bipartisan Top official: •CEO: Kieran Mahoney •President: Kirill Goncharenko Founder(s): Kirill Goncharenko and Kieran Mahoney Year founded: 1999 Website: Official website Connections •Brian Jones •Rick Wiley •Mike DuHaime •Roger Salazar Mercury Public Affairs is a bipartisan political strategy and consulting firm that focuses on campaigns and political communications ranging from advocacy advertising to litigation communications to media and public relations. The firm has multiple locations throughout the U.S and in Mexico City as well as London. The firm was co-founded, in 1999, by Kirill Goncharenko and Kieran Mahoney in Manhattan. The firm has since been purchased by Omnicom Group, a company that controls 1,500 marketing communication agencies around the world.[1] Omnicom Group's chairman is Bruce Crawford. Several past and present members of Mercury are working on presidential campaigns for the 2016 election cycle. Background Mercury Public Affairs was co-founded by Kirill Goncharenko and Kieran Mahoney in 1999. It began as a small political communications firm in Manhattan. By 2003, however, the firm had been purchased by the Omnicom Group, an international marketing and communications company.[2] In 2006, Mercury merged its Washington, D.C., government relations division with Fleishman-Hillard, another Omnicom media firm. The two firms kept their names and Mercury was responsible for daily operations.[3] Mercury offers a wide-variety of services in communications and marketing consulting:[4] Advocacy Advertising Crisis Management/Communications Digital Communications Government Relations Grassroots/Grasstops Integrated Campaign Management International Consulting Litigation Communications Market & Public Opinion Research Media & Public Relations Political Consulting 2016 Election Several current and former members of Mercury have active roles within some of the presidential campaigns for the 2016 election cycle. Mike DuHaime, a partner at Mercury, was appointed senior strategist for Chris Christie's presidential campaign on July 3, 2015.[5] That same day, former vice president of polling and advertising and managing director of public affairs at Mercury, Brian Jones, was selected as Christie's senior communications consultant.[5] Former managing director at Mercury, Rick Wiley, was appointed campaign manager, in July, to Scott Walker's presidential campaign.[6] Notable members past and present Kirill Goncharenko.jpg Kirill Goncharenko: Goncharenko is president and a founding partner at Mercury. From 1994 to 1998, he has worked as a managing director for the public relations firm, Burson-Marsteller. Goncharenko served as an aide to former Sen. Alphonse M. D'Amato (R-N.Y.). He has extensive experience in both the private and public sectors with regard to communications and strategy.[3][2] Kieran Mahoney.png Kieran Mahoney: Mahoney is a founding partner and current CEO of Mercury. He has served as a senior adviser to former Gov. George Pataki's gubernatorial campaigns in 1994, 1998 and 2002, including serving as the top strategist and manager of Pataki's 1994 campaign. In 2002, Mahoney was media consultant for the National Republican Senatorial Committee, working on independent expenditure campaigns for John Sununu (R) in New Hampshire, Norm Coleman (R) in Minnesota and Lamar Alexander (R) in Tennessee.[7] Brian Jones square.jpg Brian Jones (former): In 2003, Jones began working at Mercury as the vice president of polling and advertising, but left in 2004. However, Jones returned 2008 and stayed until 2011, when he became a partner with Black Rock Group. He has worked on George W. Bush's 2004 presidential campaign as the senior communications advisor. He has also worked as a communications director for the Republican National Committee and as the communications director for John McCain's 2008 presidential bid. Jones is the senior communications consultant for Chris Christie's 2016 presidential campaign.[8][9] Mike DuHaime.jpg Mike DuHaime: DuHaime joined Mercury in 2010 as a partner. He has worked on George W. Bush's 2004 presidential campaign as a regional political director. He also worked as a political director for the Republican National Committee (RNC) and campaign manager for Rudy Giuliani's 2008 presidential bid. In 2014, DuHaime served as the senior advisor to the Republican Governors Association (RGA) and oversaw national gubernatorial campaigns. DuHaime is the senior strategist for Chris Christie's 2016 presidential campaign.[10] Rick Wiley.jpg Rick Wiley (former): Wiley joined Mercury in March 2013 as a managing director in their Washington, D.C. office, but left in July 2015. He worked two presidential campaigns, George W. Bush's 2004 presidential re-election and Rudy Giuliani's 2008 presidential bid. He also worked as the executive director of the Wisconsin Republican Party and political director of the Republican National Committee (RNC). He was the campaign manager of Scott Walker's 2016 presidential campaign.[11][12] Erin Pelton.jpg Erin Pelton: Pelton joined Mercury's New York office in 2014 as a managing director. Prior to her coming to Mercury, she served as director of communications and spokesperson to the United States Mission to the United Nations under Ambassadors Susan Rice and Samantha Power under President Barack Obama's administration. From 2011 to 2012, she was communications director and assistant press secretary at the White House National Security Council. Between 2009 and 2011, Pelton was the spokesperson for the State Department’s Bureau of Near Eastern Affairs.[13][14] Recent news The link below is to the most recent stories in a Google news search for the terms Mercury Public Affairs. These results are automatically generated from Google. 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Bay area property tax extension 2018 Mercury public affairs

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Herr - wal - swatting

Wal y wal - megalomart - mrt - ba b - baise - louisville slugger - raynor elastic hart - walter - principles and agents - gentlemen - mus - ache - paprocki - ipi - tileman - denny has t hurt - mark denzler - I cant make this "stuff"up - wall y wall - walls - wallace - ides - walter - wal land wal - eng - this goes ay back - swimmers - fu - b&b - sauvage - glutamic acid - stim - sleep deprivation - bethesda - chevy chase - bunn - esda - judaism - res - uber - r e bu - albums - wal sparky - wally world - pink floyd - anglophilia - knights - horses - patch - mi - chess - dark side - prism - driftnet - fema horse guy - centaur - acherman - lincoln - vannelope - lol - 33rd - cle - cletus - celletti - stefunny peoria - 182 airlift - kit kit barnum - addiction frame is bogus - they tried that at trial and got laughed out of the room - thats why the judgment was so high - they couldn' just admit to what they have been doing - still wont - I guess

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Galveston Gwb puts ila pres o rourke on labor bd Ila pres - obscene calls - threats - fist fights - galv lu is dirty - note also merger of ports - xa ftl moscatiello - suncruz - gotti gambino - and see frank the german - c l & e - shella - herschell - behind the scenes - kid rock

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John cornyn - where is he from where in tx - 2004 links? Xa galv deps - wal - perry - homicidal threats - arson - wacaser - hou meps - civaff - ports - longies - cleat - hanson - day labor - ed smith - shim - job at the factory - literally at a machine stamping out metal shims - tex mex - trucks - gwb homicidal threats frame - note esp port auth link from spk cleat futbol - spkattys - clute - follow usccb ldrshp - bob has a gavel collection - old friends from chamber - xa bunn - sangamo meters - dials - bunn made top secret stuff - instruments - subs - usn - water heaters - xa zito celnet - ovp - cheney halliburton galv - possible links to atl flightpath - Cornyn was gwb - ag - was tx supreme ct jdg - xa alberto gonzales - arriba - my pediatrician was a dr gonzales - xa kjell is the med soc lobster - ims - xa ama hq is chi - big pharma - team lift - rolex - benne & the jets - af - hvac - operant cond - psyops moved to "civaff" bush admin did that - xa jpen talon - terr frame - unsubstantiated tip line - swatting - they knew I wasnt a terrorist - trump wants a new cos - like crime stoppers

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12/13

Im going to try to put together a timeline of the legal stuff - things I think might point toward when certain things happened - if there was a legal case -

Ive been trying to do this the right way - I think - everything ive tried hasnt worked - ive got nothing to lose - I may trying to do this the wrong way - just saying - new page re the legal stuff - page is at cringed

12/15

- google drive wont work - about 5 gig is missing from my google drive acct - cant tell what is missing - may have something to do w/ the post at cringed - think what I said is right - natsec - inv - doj - nsa blows up people that are wits - whistleblowers - xa press - will google drive - and flickr - other places

12/16

Pallazollo was rotary us pres - his wife is staab - pallazollo does an ad for some lube place in spfld

Palazzolo - possible op added to oil - farm chem often oil soluble - first responders - palazzolo fam and staab vehicles all get 10 percent off - regardless op added to gas would also show up in the oil filter - it would accumulate if driver used chem often

See esp - 912 - brahler- nudo - parma - ssdi - mhcci - cra - griswold - it could be the oil -

12/17

couldn't get into my google drive yesterday - at a lib in a a differrent town - tried for hours - will use wordpress or flickr if that happens - sites posted this month in addiction to the monthly -

foop - cringed - comeysubpoena - nabors - freedomu - fbuckley - bigfootyou -

the dates the sites were posted are listed with the text of the site - note esp that problems w/ computers happens after freedom site - Somebody is messing w/ my tablet as im trying to use it in the library

12/19 - tried to upload video of hot coffee from 2 libraries this morning - someone is messing w/ the computers - the audio is in the dec2018 file - computer not working at coffee shop this morning either - flickr not working either - somethings up - library a couple days ago not working either -

12/28

Tried to add to the cringe site

Wouldnt work - see at jan2019 - video wouldnt load to google - see at flickr - addiction frame bogus

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WWE news, rumors: Ronda Rousey to make first Raw appearance on Monday night

The Raw brand-exclusive WWE Elimination Chamber has come and gone, and with just SmackDown Live’s Fastlane left coming up on March 11, we are oh-so-close to WrestleMania 34 in New Orleans on April 8. During this time of year in pro wrestling, the news and rumors are steady, and we here at CBS aim to keep you updated on some of the big headlines making the rounds. Let’s take a look at the WWE news and rumors for Monday, Feb. 26.

Dana White has fun with UFC, WWE fans

With Brock Lesnar’s current WWE contract set to expire soon, speculation has begun on his future, and this of course includes a potential return to the UFC heavyweight division. Despite Lesnar being required to wait six months in the USADA testing pool before entering the Octagon once again, the possibility of one final UFC run has not been ruled out completely. Just as Elimination Chamber was getting underway on Sunday, UFC president Dana White added some fuel to this fire. White got the internet buzzing when he tweeted a picture of himself hanging out with his former heavyweight champion, with just a simple smiley face emoji attached.

Lesnar has used the UFC as a negotiating tactic in WWE contract talks, and obviously he’s going that route again. It worked out pretty well for him the last time as he was allowed to participate in a UFC 200 bout in July 2016 against Mark Hunt while still under WWE contract. However, what did not work out well for him was the result. Sure, Lesnar originally won the fight via decision over the Samoan, but that ruling was overturned to a no contest when he was found to have tested positive twice for banned substances. Still, Lesnar is a proven draw for the UFC, and White would likely welcome him back with open arms if the former heavyweight champion does not re-sign with WWE this year. The picture White posted on Sunday night pretty much confirmed that prediction.

More WWE news, rumors

One night after creating a stir during her Raw contract signing at Elimination Chamber, Ronda Rousey will make her first appearance on Raw as a member of the roster. Rousey announced her appearance in Anaheim on Twitter Monday afternoon, referencing comments made by Stephanie McMahon on Sunday night during Raw Talk where the commissioner said the former UFC bantamweight champion will need to explain her actions. Also on the show, universal championship No. 1 contender Roman Reigns will face off with Brock Lesnar to begin the build to their WrestleMania rematch, and we’ll possibly find out whether Asuka will challenge Alexa Bliss in New Orleans, or if the first women’s Royal Rumble winner may want to head over to SmackDown Live to challenge Charlotte Flair.

With Elimination Chamber complete, the WrestleMania 34 picture for the Raw brand is beginning to clear up. Be sure to check out the the confirmed matches and predictions for the biggest show of the year in New Orleans.

Absolution faction leader Paige recently got some new ink on her hands, and you have to wonder whether it will get her some heat with WWE management. The tattoo is a bit NSFW in nature, and you can view it at this link here.

New Japan Pro-Wrestling returns to the United States in Long Beach, California, on March 25 for Strong Style Evolved. Added to the card this weekend was a huge tag team bout. The Golden Lovers — Kenny Omega and Kota Ibushi — will take on The Young Bucks, who recently announced a long-awaited move to the NJPW heavyweight tag team division. Also announced for New Japan’s return to the U.S. is Jay White putting his United States championship on the line against Hangman Page, as well as a dream match pitting Jushin “Thunder” Liger against Rey Mysterio.

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Buyer’s Guide: Best Ukulele Review in 2017

With so many different brands and types of ukulele’s on the market, finding the perfect fit can seem impossible. There are many factors to consider when purchasing a new ukulele, including cost, durability, and style. Most of all, what works for one person, may not work for another; this makes finding the best ukulele a little difficult, especially if you’re a beginner player. However, with a great and well-researched guide, you can find the best ukulele fit for your playing.

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Neewer YHTC-1 Finished 24-inch Sapele Soprano Uke

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Caramel CT102A Zebra Wood Tenor Acoustic Ukulele

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Lohanu Concert Size Bundle

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Kala Makala Shark Soprano Ukulele

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Mahalo U Smile Soprano Ukulele

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How To Choose The Best Ukulele

1: Test It Out

If you have the opportunity to test out a ukulele before you buy it, you definitely should try to. If you are beginner and don’t know anyone who owns ukuleles, this is an alternative option. Ukulele’s have become more popular in recent years and are often available to test out at music stores. Find a music store near you or test out a friend’s ukulele to try out different feels—every single uke feels differently.

2: What Should The Uke Be Made Of?

Many people find that solid wood ukuleles work better for them because they can add complexity to the tone of the music that makes chords sound rich and warm. Solid wood ukuleles also sound better as they age, which makes a great fit for someone looking to keep a ukulele for a very long time. However, if you do not live in a warm environment (for example, Pennsylvania) all year round, then a solid wood Uke could pose a problem. If there isn’t enough humidity in the air, the wood can crack and break. While there are tools to solve this problem, some people choose to go with a laminated wood uke to avoid any breakage. Laminated wood often sounds very similar, though the feel can be different as solid wood tends to vibrate more.

3: What Kind of Tuners Should I Get?

Ukuleles have special knobs on the end called tuners that allow you to tune the strings to the right amount of tension so that the uke sounds exactly the way you want it to. Many traditional ukuleles have friction tuners. While friction tuners are a great, affordable option, they are also known to go out of tune faster while you are playing. For a more solid choice, you can choose gear tuners which hold better and are often found on more complex instruments, such as the guitar. Gear tuners are often sturdier, but they are also harder to find on a uke and can be less affordable.

4: Is My Uke Well Aligned?

If you are buying your ukulele in a store, you’ll want to look at how well the nut and saddle are aligned with one another. The nut, the line that goes between the beginning of the fret board and the tuners, should be adjusted so that the strings lay very close to the fret. Similarly, the saddle, the piece that holds the opposite end of the strings, can also be poorly adjusted and cause the strings to be too high and far away from the fretboard. When this happens, it makes it more difficult for the player to push down on the string and can cause the uke player to make more mistakes or hurt their fingers. Even in higher quality uke’s, this can be a rather pertinent problem. However, if you buy your uke at a store, you can ask to have the nut worked on so that it is aligned exactly the way you want it. If you are buying your ukulele from the internet, you may need to take the uke to a music store or knowledgeable expert to re-align the pieces correctly.

5: What Type of Strings Should I Look For?

When buying a ukulele, you should also look at what type of strings the uke comes with. While strings can be changed, it can be a while before a beginner learns how to do this. If you are at a store when buying your ukulele, you may be able to choose what type of strings you want and have them put on by a store employee who knows how to do it correctly. There are generally two types of strings: nylon polymer and titanium. Nylon polymer strings are more popular because they are easier on the fingers and can last from 3-6 months. Titanium strings are generally sturdier than nylon polymer strings, but can be more difficult to learn how to play on and aren’t quite necessary for a smaller uke.

6: What Size Uke Should I Get?

When you walk into a music store (or start browsing online), you may notice that some ukuleles are bigger than others or different shapes than others. There are generally four different sizes of ukulele: soprano, concert, tenor, and baritone. The main difference between the sizes is how the size affects the tone and range of notes (i.e. they sound different). Most beginners (and many experts, too) choose the soprano ukulele because it is small, easier to maneuver, and easy to travel with.

7: Are There Different Shapes?

There are actually many different shapes of ukuleles. While the different shapes do not affect the sound quality much, they can be more comfortable to hold. Popular different shapes are Cutaway, Vita, Figure 8, Bell, and Pineapple. These shapes are a bit more rare to find, but can be found in unique music stores and thrift shops. However, keep in mind that different shaped ukuleles are often more expensive because of the style. Therefore, a pineapple shaped uke may not be an affordable option for a beginning player who doesn’t want to spend a lot of money to test out this beautiful instrument.

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Neewer YHTC-1 Finished 24-inch Sapele Soprano Uke

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Mahalo U Smile Soprano Ukulele

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Five Best Ukulele

Kala Makala Shark Soprano Ukulele

This Kala Makala Shark Soprano Ukulele is pretty stylish. It comes in a pale green, blue, or black color and features a shark cutout bridge on the body. At a relatively inexpensive price of $46.99, this uke is affordable and would be a great option for someone who wants to play at gigs or places where style is key. Though this option is affordable, it’s not a cheap ukulele; it has a great quality and a great sound for an inexpensive price. Best of all, this one includes a nylon carrying bag within the cost so you can take it anywhere from family road trips to your next gig.

Pros

Affordable

Mahogany Neck w/Rosewood fingerboard

Base of uke is not wood (great for cold areas)

Cons

Takes a week or so until the uke can start keeping its tune

Base of uke is not wood (sound is different)

Some uke’s appear to be darker than the advertised picture

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Lohanu Concert Size Bundle

This bundle comes with everything that a beginning uke player may need: a case, the uke, an electronic tuner, a uke strap, and three picks in varying colors. Best of all, this uke arrives with the strap pins installed to the uke for free, so there isn’t any need to worry about installing them yourself and affecting the sound of the instrument. Additionally, the ukulele arrives with DVD lessons and a lifetime warranty, so that if anything goes wrong, you can quickly and efficiently exchange your concert uke for a new one. At 89 bucks, this one is a steal.

Pros

All laminate body that looks like wood (great for changing temps)

Comes with everything a uke player might need at the beginning

Rarely needs to be tuned after being set

Cons

All laminate body that does not feel like wood

Not intended for high end use; doesn’t have the sound quality

Gig bag does not protect instrument very well, except from dust

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Neewer YHTC-1 Finished 24-inch Sapele Soprano Uke

This Neewer uke is priced at $49.00, which seems fairly inexpensive for a uke that has a laser engraved sound hole and flower fretwork. The body and neck are made out of sapele and the fretboard is made out of Rosewood, creating a unique sound. Additionally, this uke just looks sharp. It comes pre-strung and accentuates a pretty flower pattern that is easily noticeable while playing.

Pros

Lazer engraved sound hole

Fantastic, unique, and rich sound

Buffalo bone nut and saddle

Cons

Doesn’t hold a tune as well as expected

Does not come with any perks (warranty, picks)

Flower and butterfly pattern isn’t for everyone

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Mahalo U Smile Soprano Ukulele

This ukulele only costs $35.00 and comes in an array of different colors, including red, yellow, white, blue and pink. With a lazer-cut engraved sound hole in the shape of a smiley face, you can’t help but smile when you see this guy. As an added bonus, this uke also comes with a gig bag so that you can take this uke with you wherever you go. Additionally, this uke would be perfect for someone who needs to brighten up their day!

Pros

Aquila Strings

Includes a gig bag

Very affordable for beginners

Cons

Gig bag is not sturdy

Stand-out design isn’t for everyone

Doesn’t stay in tune very well

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Caramel CT102A Zebra Wood Tenor Acoustic Ukulele

This uke features a zebra pattern on a wood body made from rosewood. This uke also comes with Aquila strings which are pre-installed for use. Additionally, a buffalo bone nut and saddle ensure an easy alignment for beginners. While this uke does not come with a case or picks (i.e. added perks), it does feature a wonderfully inexpensive price tag of forty dollars, which is affordable to many beginning uke players. Plus, this tenor has a great sound that is definitely worth learning the extra frets.

Pros

Arched back gives louder sound and better quality

Action at the nut comes well aligned

Rubber on tuners makes tuning easy

Cons

Must order online, which means added risk for breakage

Not sanded down well, causes splinters in fingers

Solid wood might crack in extreme temperatures

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Conclusion

Finding the best ukulele isn’t easy. The sounds of Hawaii often come with a price tag that is unaffordable. And, if someone could afford the ukulele, it often has to be tuned and adjusted after it’s been shipped. However, it is possible to find a great ukulele that fits your needs. While every uke is different, there is one out there that is a perfect match for each individual. When looking for the best uke, remember to try and find a store where you can try one out before you buy it. If you cannot try one out, remember that you might need to get the nut and saddle aligned so that the strings lay close to the fret board for easy playing. Additionally, order nylon or titanium strings with your uke if you aren’t sure what strings yours might come with or what strings you prefer (though, get these put on by a professional if you aren’t experienced). Whether you are looking for a small and easy soprano, or a tenor with more frets, or even a differently tuned baritone, the best ukulele is out there and can be found with a great guide.

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