#major L strobe

[kayrllylikesblitzwing]

I wanted to post my oc strobe tonight but I realized that DESPITE being my second ever tf oc not only does she not have a full reference design sheet but she doesn’t even have any UNFINISHED SKETCHES of her BY HERSELF so here’s some shitposts and animatic things that have her I love strobe

ALSO BLITZWING IS IN THIS POST YAY trust me HES IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!! also I drew Blitzwing differently in the video because that animatic is OLD. AS. BALLS. I changed how I draw him a while ago after I saw this AMAZING design of him

Anyway here’s all you need to know about Stroeb I can’t give lore because my mutual rp friends follow me and they aren’t allowed to know yet :(

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Strobe is a joke character but she did make my friend cry for like 2 days when she died in rp so I guess she does have an impact or something LOLOL

STrobe is a super romantic high-energy FIEND who hates other women and wants to be One Of The Boys. Though she lacks common sense and a filter, she’s actually pretty intelligent when it comes to math, engineering, health science— all that jazz. Not very good in the English department though…

Strobe is known for getting in people’s business and holding grudges. If you wronged her once, even if it was megacycles ago, she still remembers it and is still plotting how to get back at you. And since she’s so nosy and curious and knows how to ask around and get good information, she knows exactly how to ruin your day… OR LIFE!!!! Maybe not that dramatic maybe not life but emotionally she’s pretty angry all the time lol

All in all basically a very unstable pick-me-girl who will have a vendetta against if you identify as a woman or instantly want to marry you if you’re a guy. She loves men btw she loves men a LOT…. Specifically BLITZWING… but it’s not mutual LOL

To elaborate on that random fact (and to explain why Blitzwing is in every SINGLE DRAWING) Strobe is compleeeeetely in love with Blitzwing and follows him around really wants him to like her but Blitzwing is too busy watching football and eating veiner schnitzel or something to notice idfk. Blitzwing really sees her as like a semi-annoying younger sister than a girlfriend (and plus I lowkey headcanon Blitzwing is just asexual + aromantic leaning in general THATS MY HOT TAKE he’d rather sing nursery rhymes and kill people than hold someone’s hand!!!) so would never date her she gets friendzoned constantly

(I also headcanon random is gender fluid I DONT KNOW WHERE ELSE TO PUT THIS headcanon But It’s here LOL ANYWAY)

ALSO I should probably end this with saying IN THE Little toddler phone thing with the stupid bugs and blitzwing the pink bug is NOT strobe’s child that is her clone. Very long story. But she has a clone. The clone’s name is chitter and she is a very sweet little baby who has gotten kidnapped at least 3 times so far in the rp she’s in Oops

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ive had someone ask before if chitter was blitzwing and strobe’s child and the answer is No! but the more I look a chitter especially when she’s colored in the more I realize she does look like it….

:(

#maccadam #tf idw oc #tf oc #tf rp #transformers #transformers oc #transformers original character #transformers roleplay #insecticon #stupid ass fucking bug stupid bug stupid #strobe is my favorite oc guys #because she’s like an anti Mary Sue everything goes wrong for her #everyone HATES HER #she has NO FRIENDS #BLITZWING doesn’t LOVE HER #everything goes WRONG FOR HER #and she always DIES #SHE HAS NOT SURVIVED ONCE… #major L strobe

[lovestay-channie]

Start of Something New- Jeongin Imagine

Pairing: non!idol yang jeongin x fem!reader

Genre: stangers to lovers, fluffy

Synopsis: yang jeongin has had a rough year. could things turn out to be different for 2024 at a karaoke club?

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: alcohol consumption

A/N: happy new years everyone!! let's be happy and healthy in the new year! (also not proof read or edited bc i'm lazy tonight lol)

“Aaaand that was Bang Chan with Die For You by The Weekend!” 

It’s New Year's Eve in Seoul. The evening sky was lit by the bright lights of the skyscrapers. The roads are filled with people: friends who are bar hopping, couples finding a sweet spot to share an intimate moment with one another, families eating together, and the hustle and bustle of the busy city. Jeongin was with his friends Chan, Hyunjin, and Seungmin. They decided to end the year at a Karaoke Club. 

“Nice job Bang!” Hyunjin says, patting his friend on the back. They were sitting at the bar watching Chan sing his heart out on stage. 

“Ahh it was nothing,” Chan brushes off Hyunjin before taking a swig of his lukewarm beer. “I need a new drink. Anyone want anything?” 

Seungmin leans back from his stool, “I’ll take another shot of Tequila, please.” 

Chan nods at his friend's requests and asks the bartender for another round of shots. 

“You’ve barely touched your beer, Jeongin,” Hyunjin says, lifting the can to feel how full it is. 

Jeongin shrugs and takes a sip, “I don’t want to get wasted tonight.” 

It had been a difficult year for Jeongin. He didn’t want to drown his sorrows into alcohol like he did for most of this year. College at JYPU was becoming more difficult as he was getting into harder classes, his girlfriend of a year and a half cheated on him, and he couldn’t keep a job to save his life. Truth be told, 2023 was not his year. 

“Come on Innie,” Seungmin says, handing the youngest a shot. “Screw 2023!” 

Jeongin scoffs at his friend and accepts the shot he was given. He welcomed the burning sensation going down his throat. “Who’s going to sing next?”

“I don’t think I could read the screen properly,” Hyunjin laughs. 

“I’m not about to embarrass myself out there. I have a reputation I need to hold up for law school,” Seungmin says, fiddling with his drink. 

“We come to a Karaoke bar, and you aren’t going to sing?” Jeongin questions. 

“Exactly!” Seungmin turns around. “We come here to watch drunk people attempt at even holding the microphone.” 

Next thing they know, the strobe lights were flashing around them, signaling the announcer was about to speak. “Aaaaall right, everyone. It’s time for Popcorn Tiiiimee!!!”

The four boys looked at one another. Popcorn Time was just as scary as popcorn reading in school! A person at random will be chosen to sing, and they don’t really have a chance to turn it down. The only good side to Popcorn Time is getting a free drink for being brave enough to sing with a stranger. 

“Let’s get the spotlights going!”

Two spotlights turn on; one pink, one blue. They start going around the audience, fishing to see who they will pick. Next thing they know, the blue spotlight landed on none other than Yang Jeongin. He sighs defeated. Thankfully, he is a music major, so he has something underneath his belt. Chan squealed in his ear as Hyunjin pushed him to go up to the stage. “Come on over young man!”

Jeongin looks at the crowd as the pink spotlight is still going around finding someone. As soon as he reaches the stage, the pink light stops on a girl sitting with her friends. They all freakout as the girl is also pushed to go up to the stage. 

The two strangers are now standing side by side, microphones placed in front of them. “And what are your guys’ names?” 

“Hi. I am Yang Jeongin, 22, student at JYUP.”

“Hello, I’m Y/l Y/n, 21, also a student at JYUP.”

The crowd cheers for the brave souls who are about to sing a song with one another. “And what do you guys want to sing?” 

The two meet each other's eyes for the first time, both unsure of what to sing. She shrugs her shoulders and leans out a hand for Jeongin to pick. “Uh, do you know the movie Tangled?” he asks. Y/n nods her head, eyes shine at the mention of the movie. “I See the Light?” 

The crowd “Awwws” at the song suggestion. “Quite a romantic song for two people who have just met. Let’s do it!” Just as the announcer starts to leave, he says one more thing for just the two of you to hear, “Someday you will thank me for this… or not.” 

He exits the stage, leaving Jeongin and Y/N together. The crowd goes quiet, knowing it’s a softer song for a club. The screen turns on with the song title on display. Jeongin just realized that there were hundreds of people here and he was about to sing in front of them. His hands started to feel a little clammy. He didn’t even realize that song had started until Y/n started to sing. 

All those days watching from the windows

All those years outside looking in

His head snaps in her direction. What looks to be this shy girl had a beautiful voice beneath her. His breath was taken away. He hadn’t heard anything so beautiful before. 

All that time never even knowing

Just how blind I've been

Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight

Now I'm here, suddenly I see

She turns her head towards Jeongin, who hasn’t stopped looking at her while she was singing. 

Standing here, it's all so clear

I'm where I'm meant to be

She was serenading him as if she was putting him in a trance. 

And at last I see the light

And it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

Jeongin snapped out of the trance he was in, breaking eye contact with Y/n, realizing that his part is coming up. He grabbed the microphone so he could hold it in his hand instead of his being on the stand. 

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything looks different

Now that I see you

The crowd applauded and cheered for Y/n’s verse. It made Jeongin’s ears ring a little bit. Thankfully, there is a minor music break between their verses. He scanned the crowd to find his friends. He could see the bright, blonde haired Hyunjin who was standing up. He gave Jeongin a thumbs up, encouraging him that he was going to do great.

All those days chasing down a daydream

All those years living in a blur

All that time, never truly seeing

Things the way they were

The verse he was singing was almost ironic. Truthfully, he didn’t have a good year. There were so many lows that it outweighed the highs. But he had his friends and family by his side the whole time. He was never alone. 

Now she's here, shining in the starlight

Now she's here, suddenly I know

Then there’s Y/n. A complete stranger who has one of the most beautiful voices he had ever heard singing with him. He glanced at her, and she was already looking at him. Maybe the end of the year could turn the new year around.

If she's here, it's crystal clear

I'm where I'm meant to go

Y/n leans into her microphone to sing with Jeongin.

And at last I see the light

And it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once, everything is different

Now that I see you

Jeongin takes a step towards Y/n, grabbing her hand before singing the next verse. 

Now that I see you

He gets lost in her star-lit eyes. His heart is beating a million miles a minute. The scariest thing he could have experienced ended up being the greatest thing he has ever done. What he doesn’t notice is the screaming, applause, and whistles cheering for the two on stage. They look towards the crowd, bowing, and exiting the stage hand in hand. 

Jeongin pulls Y/n into a more private area so he could talk to her better. “You were incredible!”

“Me?!” she exclaims. “Did you hear yourself out there?! You were amazing! Great song choice, by the way!”

Jeongin blushes, “Oh, thanks. It was the first duet that came to mind. Not really one for a club, but it seems like they liked it.”

“Yeah, I think they did..” 

A comfortable silence came between the two new acquaintances. Jeongin looks up to find a clock. 11:59PM. “It’s almost the New Year.”

Y/n turns to glance at the clock he is looking at, “Oh yeah, it is.” 

“Do you want to watch the fireworks with me?” he asks. 

Y/n looks back at the handsome boy. Her cheeks turn pink and her eyes crinkle from the smile forming on her face. “I would love to.”

They walk to the balcony, still hand in hand. The air was brisk and cold, but Jeongin’s heart was warm. The countdown to the New Year began, waiting for this year to end. 

“5!”

“Thanks for singing with me,” Jeongin says. 

“4!”

“I didn’t really have much of a choice,” Y/n teases. 

“3!” 

“Maybe, but I’m glad I got to sing with you.”

“2!”

“Me too.”

“1!”

“Happy New Year, Y/n,” Jeongin smiles.

“Happy New Year, Jeongin.” 

The start of the new year wasn’t so bad. Maybe 2024 can be the start of something new?

#lovestaychannie #stray kids #yang jeongin #yang jeongin imagine #skz fanfic #skz imagines #i.n imagine #stray kids fluff #i.n stray kids #i.n x reader #stray kids au #kpop x reader #kpop imagines

[misscammiedawn]

SpiralSIMP382: hey

Regan starred at the fresh DM window a few moment and chewed on how she wanted to handle this for a few moments. Her laptop was braced against a pair of legs which pinned Regan down to the living room sofa. The legs belonged to her girlfriend, Tia, who was focused on a Gamecube game that demanded her attention.

The pair enjoyed these quiet moments. Co-existing in comfort. A 24/7 hypnotic D/s relationship did not need to be kink and games all of the time.

These human moments were often the most fond that the pair shared. Deciding that she could use the momentary distraction and something to laugh about with her Owner later on, Regan typed her reply.

Opal_Nyx: Hey there. What's up?

At the edge of the sofa Tia stirred to the sound of typing.

"Oh, just got a rando IM." Regan said, noting the attention.

Tia's slim pink lips twisted into a smirk, "I love randos!" She chirped, "Keep me updated, pet."

"Yes, My Lady." Regan responded, waiting for the inevitable reply.

SpiralSIMP382: do u do hypno?

Regan shook her head with a gentle laugh. "Boo, it's a sub."

"Aww, boo!" Tia grumbled, returning her attention to her game.

Opal_Nyx: Yes I do. I've been doing hypnosis for about 9 years. I'm deeply involved in the erotic hypnosis community.

SpiralSIMP382: tist or sub???

Regan sighed, she had lost count of how many times she had endured this exact same conversation. Sometimes she wondered if it was the same person with 70 alternative accounts.

Opal_Nyx: I'm a subject. I'm owned and collared. I'm not looking for play.

She turned her attention back to her partner's game, not really expecting much fun from the IM window any further.

SpiralSIMP382: good slave

. . .

"Oh, there it is." Regan groaned with a hint of triumph for her expectations being lived up to, no matter how disappointing that reality turned out to be.

Tia paused her game and leaned over.

"Well aren't they bold?! Do you want me to tear them a new one?"

Regan was about to respond but as she was about to the IM window slid up to display an animated GIF of a blue spiral which took up the majority of the screen. As it spun the GIF strobed and stuttered with stock phrases of submission flashing over the graphic.

"God, I hate this kind of asshole." Regan spat, preparing her fingers to begin typing her furious reply. She was stopped when a hand snaked up her neck and laid level against her scalp.

"Oh, cutie, look at that spiral..." Tia whispered softly, her voice flooded with a seductive charm that Regan associated with hypnotic scenes, "Isn't it just so-- attention grabbing?"

"My L-?!!!"

Before Regan could finish questioning Tia had tightened her grip on Regan's hair into a fist and forced her head forward to look at the screen.

"Is that what type of girl you are, my love?" Tia purred, leaning in closely to her partner's ear and ensuring the faintest trace of contact as she spoke, "Do you go deep for random spirals, dear? Do you stare helplessly the moment your eyes get caught in by those flashes? Do those words bury deep? Are you what it's telling you? Are you Weak, love? Are you Helpless, dear? Are you a Wet Slave? You are, aren't you?"

Regan's lip trembled as she looked at the spiral. The words flashing through her eyes.

"...y...yes my lady!"

"So susceptible. So helpless. So eager to obey. But you know you will ONLY let go like this when it is safe and enjoyable and with this Spiral Simp it's neither safe nor enjoyable, is it?"

"...no... my lady" Regan's thin voice was confused, lost, vulnerable. Tia wanted to pounce her down to the sofa there and then for how soft and exposed she seemed.

"But you're not starring for Simp, you're starring for me, aren't you?" Tia growled confidently, her grip on Regan's hair tightening.

"Yes my lady!" Regan whimpered.

"And it's safe and enjoyable to stare and sink for me, isn't it, pet?'

"Yes my lady!"

"Then stare! Then sink!"

Regan trembled but the commands impacted her. Within Tia's grip Regan became limp. Held up only by Tia's grasp and the implied instruction to keep starring at the spiral. Her hazel eyes drooped and glassy as she leaned in and tried to drink in the spiral with her eyes.

"Now, my love," Tia purred, "I want you to type for me."

Opal_Nyx: i am deep

Opal_Nyx: i obey the spiral

Opal_Nyx: i am a helpless wetr slabve

"That's right, my love. Good girl. Now... SLEEP." She yanked her back by the hair and set her lounging back in deep trance against the sofa. Her lips parted and eyelids fluttering in display of just how impacted she was.

Tia giggled and plucked the laptop away, placing it on her own lap and adding.

Opal_Nyx: I believe the lady said she was owned and collared, did she not? Stay the fuck away from my pet and stop being a creep.

She quickly blocked the account and folded the laptop to place it down.

Business managed she turned to her partner, still splayed open and helpless on the sofa. Tia gently straddled her and tilted her chin.

"Eyes on me, sweetie."

Regan's eyes lazily blinked open and gazed blankly at her owner.

"You're Mine." Tia stated firmly.

"I'm yours..." Regan slurred in response.

"That's my very good girl."

Tia powered in and kissed into her partner's neck, pinning her to the sofa, ready to reward her pet for the fun little distraction.

#cammie stories #hypnosis

[popentertainment-moviereviews]

ARGYLLE (2024)

Starring Bryce Dallas Howard, Sam Rockwell, Henry Cavill, Bryan Cranston, Catherine O'Hara, Dua Lipa, Ariana DeBose, John Cena, Samuel L. Jackson, Sofia Boutella, Rob Delaney, Jing Lusi, Richard E. Grant, Louis Partridge, Stanley Morgan, Alfredo Tavares, Tomás Paredes, Alaa Habib, Bobby Holland Hanton, Kandy Rohmann, Fiona Marr and Chip the cat.

Screenplay by Jason Fuchs.

Directed by Matthew Vaughn.

Distributed by Universal Pictures. 139 minutes. Rated PG-13.

There is something a little bit off about the action spy comedy Argylle from the very beginning, and it’s not just the fact that the filmmakers don’t know how to spell argyle.

Still, it started out somewhat promisingly. It is the tale of a thirty-something middle-classed bachelorette named Elly Conway (Bryce Dallas Howard) who has become a best-selling author by writing a series of novels about a debonair spy named Argylle (which, for some reason is pronounced argyle even though with the double L spelling it should be pronounced “ar-jill.”)

Argylle is played by Henry Cavill, and it should be noted that Cavill has a relatively small role here, despite getting top billing and being front and center in the poster. Cavill is just playing the fictional character in some fantasy sequences strewn throughout the story.

Novelist Conway is the lead character here. She lives a fairly uneventful life, doing readings (in which she seems to read the entire book right up to the very end?) at local bookstores and hangs out with her beloved cat. She is finishing the fifth book in the Argylle series, but she seems to have hit a brick wall as far as ideas go. So she decides to take herself and her cat on a train (she’s afraid to fly) to visit her parents (Catherine O’Hara and Bryan Cranston) in the hope that the change of scenery will help her come up with an ending.

While on the train, she meets up with an eccentric traveler named Aidan (Sam Rockwell) who claims to be a fan – and a spy. He also claims that she had somehow stumbled on a story in the last book which actually had happened and there are bad guys that assume she knows more about real-life espionage than most would expect.

Suddenly people everywhere are trying to capture or kill Elly and she is thrown into an adventure more crazed than any that she had ever written. She must take to the road with Aidan in order to save her life and figure out who is after her and why. She is in near constant danger – as is her cat (honestly, the poor kitty is way mistreated in this film, thrown around, dropped off a high-rise building, shot at, and forced to spend hours stuck in a kitty backpack.)

The early parts of Argylle were actually pretty much fun, but then about halfway through the film there is a major plot twist that pretty much lost me. I won’t say what it is – spoilers and all – but if you see it you will surely know. Then after that twist, you either buy into what Argylle is selling or not, and frankly I really didn’t.

In the meantime, the film just keeps on and keeps on (nearly two-and-a-half hours for this?) with one flashy-but-cartoonish (and fairly inexplicit) action sequence after another. A highly choreographed gun, knife and hand-to-hand fight in the middle of billows of colored smoke and throbbing strobe lights pretty much show what you are getting here. If you think it looks cool, then you may like Argylle. I felt it looked kind of ridiculous. No one has fought like that since West Side Story – or at least since the “Beat It” video. And at least those fights didn’t have to put up with the sensory overload of the special effects.

Argylle is apparently a loose offshoot of the Kingsman movie series – films which I must admit I have never seen, although a friend of mine is a huge fan. And, from what I hear, the Kingsman films share this movie’s light action vibe. But I have to think, or at least hope, that the Kingsman films are better than this.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2024 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: February 2, 2024.

#Argylle #2024 #Bryce Dallas Howard #Sam Rockwell #Movie Review #Jay S. Jacobs #Youtube

[sydneyhudsonmedia]

Music Video Questionnaire Analysis

Based on 30 responses, the majority of individuals who answered my questionnaire were aged 16-18 years. When evaluating this information to help with the production of my music video I will have to take this into consideration. I think this is perfect for the video I am going to produce as this is my main target audience and I believe that they will be able to relate to the song and enjoy its storyline and they also fit into the exam boards set target audience of 16–24-year-olds. This will also be beneficial as I will receive accurate results of what my main target audience wants to see included in my music video to help create a successful production. Alongside, I had a near to equal mix of both male and female responses which avoids the restriction of what I can and cannot include in my music video. This allows me to expand further into the details of my video so that I attract both a male and female audience. Exactly 40% of my responses selected pop as their favored genre of music. This is efficient as I plan to produce a music video for a pop song and it is clear that my audience will like my chosen song. This also refers to my question about what is your favourite song at the moment where my answers included a range of different pop songs, further enhancing my audience's enjoyment for the genre. In terms of locations, a party setting, and a bar/restaurant were popular selections for a storyline of lost love. This information suggests to me that I should look into shooting in one of these locations, particularly a party setting. This is perfect as my song can fit into this easily and this can be done in the comfort of my own home. Regarding my style of music video, a narrative based style was the most popular answer amongst a performance style or a dance routine. This suggests I should look into producing this style video to best appeal to my audience. My chosen song has perfect lyrics where I can bring this to life and the visuals included can match the song's lyrics. My song is also suited for a couple which was the highest voted relationship that would individuals like to see included in my music video. Lastly, I asked what specific elements people would like to see included in the final production of my music video. From this I received numerous answers regarding lighting such as disco and strobe lights. I'm going to look into involving this in my video as I think this is fitting for the party setting l plan to produce and to help attract my audience to enjoy my music video.

[gourmetgreys]

Alone with you video

#Alone with you video free

#Alone with you video free

Feeling free of both clothes and what remained of her inhibitions, Dakota smiled a soft smile, content that natural beauty will always be in fashion. Once the last scrap was removed, Dakota continued to taunt and tease the photographer, quietly, lightly caressing her flawless skin, her perfect perky breasts and ass, and even her wet, wanting pussy. Enjoy This song was written by Roy Drusky, and is owned by the C. Whatever it was, Dakota soon found herself peeling the dainty threads from her young, nubile flesh, peering deeply into the camera with piercing green eyes as she did. This was amoung Faron's hits, this was recorded, released, and became a top seller in 1958. Maybe it was the tense atmosphere of the shoot, the temptingly ethereal music, or simply the way the flimsy material glided across her pearly alabaster skin. But something overcame the gorgeous young spinner as she modeled the sexy black outfit. This how the YouTube poster explains what lead up to this video: Rod Beckham noticed a lot of movement in his rear view mirror and realized his daughter was in the midst. Can love bloom on a doomed space colony Alone With You is the tragic sci-fi follow-up to indie horror hit Home, in which you discover the fate of your. You can have all 4 sitting or masturbating in front of each other. Throughout it all, he’s remained one of electronic music's most reliable artists-a notoriously self-critical figure whose admitted neuroses further fuel his excellence.Description: When up-and-coming model Dakota arrived at the house of a renowned fashion photographer for a photoshoot, she did so expecting to keep her clothes on. Each couple can choose their own poses independently. Since then, he’s gotten noisier (“Sofi Needs a Ladder”), flirted with dubstep (“Raise Your Weapon”), experimented with ambient (“Coelacanth I”) and techno (as Testpilot), dabbled in disco (“Cat Thruster”), and doled out more than his share of floor-fillers (“Imaginary Friends,” “4ware,” “Phantoms Can’t Hang”). With 2009’s For Lack of a Better Name, he just kept pushing outward-“Ghosts ’n’ Stuff,” featuring Pendulum’s Rob Swire, is a thrilling fusion of alt-rock and EDM-even as tracks like “Strobe” doubled down on his classically inspired melodic gifts. Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group Alone With You Arz Alone With You A Capitol UK Recording 2021 Arz / EGA Records Ltd, under exclusive l. The limited edition release includes a DVD with an animated music video. But his 2008 album, Random Album Title, marked his first major breakthrough: The squelchy “Sometimes Things Get, Whatever” captured a newfound sense of fun, while the Kaskade collaboration “I Remember” took his melodic instincts to wistful new heights. 1 h 16+ A young woman trapped in her apartment begins to hear voices and see shadows, as these hallucinations reveal a truth she has been. All Alone With You is the fourth single by the music group EGOIST and is used as. He got his start in the '90s, turning out lo-fi club tracks with rudimentary software, and by the mid-2000s, he’d parlayed his skills into a powerfully punchy take on electro-house, putting gargantuan synth sounds atop jacking drum-machine rhythms. At the same time, the Toronto producer (born Joel Zimmerman in 1981) is responsible for some of the most sentimental EDM of the 21st century, draping wistful melodies and spine-tingling counterpoints over rock-steady progressive-house grooves. Deadmau5 is well-known as one of EDM’s most irascible figures: His rants are legendary, his feuds are legion, and he even pokes fun at himself in titles that double as wearily self-aware in-jokes (a 2018 collection of orchestral reworks of his music is called where’s the drop?). ALONE WITH YOU Recorded by Faron Young Words and music by Roy Drusky, Lester Vanadore & Faron Young G How Id love to be around you C When the lonely night surrounds you G How Id love to be alone with D7 you G What Id give to have the power C To read your mind one hour G How Id love to D7 be alone with G you.

#Alone with you video

[pastelbatfandoms]

ABCs of your OCs

A list of oc questions in alphabetical categories - i made each category based on the first word I could think of in alphabetical order, so enjoy!

Decided to try and answer these using Gifs and Images of My characters (aka who or what reminds me of My character)

.Doing this for My OC Michelle Riley in My Riverdale Fic. 

Michelle is “played by” Ksenia Solo (Teen) &  Kaya Scodelario (Young Adult)

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young? Writing,solving Mysteries,has always had an interest in the occult and anything different and unusual.

2. what activities have they participated in? Michelle is a bit of a Loner but she has done Cheer and writes Poetry in her spare time as well as mysteries. She also was a camp counselor & Lifeguard with Betty and Cheryl over the summer. 

3. what abilities do they have?  She’s human but Michelle knows a bit of Karate and was taught how to fight by FP.

4. what things are they bad at? Being Honest,Indecisive,

5. what is their most impressive talent? Writing and Dancing

B: Basics 1. what is their hair color?  Dark brown. Dies Black or wears Blond wigs. 

2. what is their eye color? Brown but wears Light green or blue contacts

3. how tall are they? A little shorter than Jughead

4. how old are they? 15 (Story start) 19 (Story end) October 7 2000

5. how much do they weigh?

C: Comfort 1. how do they sit in a chair? Usually leaning forward.

2. in what position do they sleep?

3. what is their ideal comfort day? Reading or watching TV,eating,doing something creative,learning new things (especially about the occult or conspiracy theories),writing poetry,mainly being by herself on her down time.Although she’s an ambivert so she does like hanging out with her BF or Friends after her alone time. 

4. what is their major comfort food? um Anything lol She’s literally a female Jughead in more ways than one. Burgers and fries,Milkshakes,Pancakes,Chips and salsa...

5. who is the best at comforting them when down? Betty or Mom. Most of the time Jughead. (unless it’s about him)

D: Decoration 1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name? Minimalistic with plants,charming and attractive yet simple and comfortable. Small neighborhood.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room? Michelle doesn’t want kids

3. how do they decorate their own room? Shabby Chic,Girly mixed with rustic. With of course darker undertones. 

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear? Goth,Grunge,Edgy,had a preppy phase. (Casual Artsy in Middle school) 

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends? Yes.

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?  Sometimes. She’s not as tough as she portrays. 

2. do they do things that conform to the norm? Sometimes. If on her own.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing? No

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads? Only E-Girl and Mod Goth.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own? Is shy at first.

F: Fun 1. what do they do for fun? Shopping,Dancing,hanging out at Pop Tates Malt Shop,Drive in movies,Art,watching Horror movies,writing poetry,Solving Mysteries,going out to a club or the biker bar The White Wyrm. 

2. what is their ideal party? See Above. Dancing,Strobe lights,Band,Underage Drinking/Sex. Unless she’s 18 or 19 then. Decorating for parties and liked having Clue inspired Sleepovers in middle school.

3. who would they have the most fun with? Her girls. B,V & C.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules? When alone yes.

5. do they go out a lot? Yes.

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature? Her eyes and smile.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality? 

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

5. what parts of others do they envy?  IDK if I’m going to finish this.

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

2. do they prefer summer or winter? Spring and Fall

3. do they like the snow? Not really.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity? Thrift Shopping and Sleuthing

5. do they have a favorite winter activity? Reading inside or Sleuthing.

I: In-the-closet 

1. what is their sexuality? Pan Sexual 

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? yes

3. have they ever questioned their gender? No

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT? Yes they are very open minded.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out? High School

J: Joy 1. what makes them happy? Art,writing,shopping,mysteries,love,music.

2. who makes them happy? Her Family (Blood and none)

3. are there any songs that bring them joy? Wow I have a whole playlist...

4. are they happy often? More or less

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

K: Kill 1. have they ever thought about suicide? I don’t write that. They may have dark thoughts but never act on them,this is not 13 reasons why.

2. have they ever thought about homicide? No

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who? No

4. who would miss them if they died? Um all her Friends and Family

5. who would be happy they died, anyone? Penny Peabody lbr

L: Lemons 1. what is their favorite fruit? 2. what is their least favorite fruit?

3. are there any foods they hate?

4. do they have any food intolerances?

5. what is their favorite food? Already said. She also really likes Chicken with chips and salsa.

M: Maternal 

1. would they want a daughter or a son? 

2. how many children do they want? 

3. would they be a good parent? 

4. what would they name a son? 

what would they name a daughter? 

5. would they adopt? Possibly

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do? Kill Innocents.

2. what have they never done that they want to do? 

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do? People do alot of shitty things. Killing Kids and animals would be one of them.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done? 

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do? Um get drunk and sleep with her boyfriends Dad??...Or cheat on Jug with Veronica. SPOILERS! But I probably won’t finish this story lbh.

O: Optimism 1. are they optimistic or pessimistic? Both

2. are they openly optimistic?

3. are they good at giving advice? Yes

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them? Throws lol I suppose her Mom or Betty. 

5. were they always optimistic? 

>>>P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait?

2. what is their worst personality trait?

3. what of their personality do others love?

4. what of their personality do others envy?

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

<<<Will do this later

Q: Questions 1. do they ask for help? Sometimes

2. do they ask questions in class? She did yes,when she was trying to be a straight A student.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable? Yes

4. do they ask weird questions? Yes

5. are they curious? Yes

R: Rules 1. do they follow rules? Sometimes.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent? A good balance.

3. have they ever been consequences for breaking a rule? 

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous? Nope

S: Streets 1. are they street-smart? Yes

2. would they give money to someone on the streets? Probably

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets? Yes

4. has anything happened to them on the streets? Other then Fights,no.

5. are they cautious when out? Now yes,but she can take care of herself.

T: Truth 1. are they honest? More so now yes.

2. can they tell if someone is lying? Yes

3. is it obvious when they’re lying? Yes

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about? Sleeping with FP

5. have they ever been talked about behind their back? I’m sure.

U: Underdog 1. have they been bullied? A couple times but they stopped once she stood her ground,same with standing up for others (like Jughead)

2. have they bullied anyone? No

3. have they been physically attacked? Yes

4. have they ever been doubted? Yes.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something? Yes,alot of Guys (and girls) underestimate her.

V: Vomit 1. do they vomit often? 2. do they get lots of stomach aches? 3. are they good at comforting someone ill? 4. what do they like as far as comfort goes? 5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

W: Water 1. do they drink enough water? 2. have they learned to swim? 3. do they like to swim? 4. can they dive? 5. can they swim without holding their nose?

X: Xylophone 1. what is their favorite genre of music? Oldies,Indie & Goth Rock

2. do they have a favorite song? Prince-Die 4 U

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer? The Cure,Prince & The Neighborhood.

4. can they sing well? Sure

5. can they rap? No

Y: You 1. how old were you when you created them? It was in 2017. 

2. what inspired you to create them? Watching Riverdale for the first time

3. were they different when they were first created? No

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters? No

5. what’s your favorite thing about them? Her style and sarcasm. 

Z: Zebra 1. what’s their favorite animal? Cats and Dogs

2. do they like animals? Yes

3. cats or dogs? Both

4. what’s their dream pet? Panther or Dragon

5. do they have any pets at the moment? Shares a Sheepdog/Mutt with The Serpents,named Hot Dog.

#riverdale fanfiction #mughead #My OC #gif survey #oc survey

[ask-the-twst-girls]

Happy Beans Day Reboot

Since the new Reboot is out, I thought I would crank out a list of headcanons involving the girls. Be warned that this is not for the faint of heart! 😉

Farmer's team

Annabelle

Briar

Taai

Rosia

Scylla

Amee

Giant's team

Atropes

Laechesis

Clotho

Danielle

Shi

Sahara

Headcanons

~~ General ~~

A lot of the boys tease the girls and assume they will be super jumpy and emotional during the game

This rubs a lot of them the wrong way. They vow to get revenge 😈

How you might ask? By going out of their way to make sure the girls are the ones who get/defend the Harp.

"EAT BEANS SUCKERS!!!", "WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!?" and "WHO SAYS GIRLS CAN'T SHOOT!" Are among the top phrases they yell whenever they hit a boy.

There is also a lot of Evil Laughing that goes along with this XD

By the end of the Day, Vargas regrets that he didn't make this into a Boys VS Girls Match

~~Farmer's team~~

Annabelle, Taai and Briar are assigned to the Greenhouse area

They use an underhanded tactic (no magic involved) to get their hands on some supply bins. Taai calls dibs on the L-shooter. Briar has to handle Potions and Annabelle is the Beans holder

Taai "accidently" shot Leona one time, but she fled before he saw her. Since they were on the same team, he didn't get out, much to her chagrin.

Annabelle gets her hands on a small shooter and ends up shooting Vil in the face. She ran away before he could catch her though. Taai and Briar were hiding and cackling on the side lines.

They all decide to go after the Harp. They end up facing off against the Fates.

Scylla stays with Rosia and the two of them manage to hide it out. They hide in the Botanic garden with Kalim and have lunch with him.

The second the party is raided, they are outta there like STAT

Amee also hides it out. She and Shi, who is on the opposite team, work together secretly.

What are they working on you ask? They want revenge on the boys. They work together to make sure neither of them get's tagged out and they both get supplies.

The twins even take turns luring the boys to spots just so the other can shoot them out. They're both good at feigning ignorance, so no one suspects a thing.

~~ The Giants Team ~~

The Fates work together, the same as Briar, Taai and Annabelle.

They're all miffed that Magic isn't allowed but they understand why.

Atropes very very very subtly uses her unique magic to help get them supplies.

Like most of the girls in the school, The Fates want revenge against the boys. Mostly Laechesis though because she didn't take time off from her secret part-time job just to be teased.

Clotho ends up being the sniper. Partially because she doesn't want to get tagged out and mostly because Atropes and Laechesis want her to defend herself,

Azul ends up approaching the Fates at one point and asks for their assistance. At first they decline, but after Azul cuts a deal for them, they agree.

What is the deal, you ask? The deal is that if they keep members of the Farmer team off, then they get to be the heroes of the day.

Secretly, the Fates plan to backstab him and try to get him tagged out. Why you ask? Because he keeps trying to get his hands on the Strobe Globe they own XD

Danielle stays out of the way as much as she can. She runs into Sahara, and they begrudgingly stick together.

Shi is still working with Amee to get the boys tagged out. They hear through the grape-vine that the Fates are working with Azul, so they use that to their advantage and get a majority of each other's teammates tagged out to there's less trouble.

The Fates very secretly put Azul in the line of fire. He does get tagged out, but near the very end.

Shi and Amee join up at the last minute to report all the boys on either side were tagged out. Since that's the case the Girls on the Farmer's team forfeit to the Giants.

Azul still gets the extra points towards his P.E Grade but he's mega pissed that the Fates backstab him. He even complains to them about it, but they feign ignorance.

"Whaaaaat? Us betray you? Never~" *cue sarcasm*

That's all I have for now. If anyone wants to add to the list, feel free to!! I'd love to hear what y'all have in mind! :D

#disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #happy beans day event! #happy beans day!!! #Girls VS Boys XD

[hqprotectionsquad]

A Long Night (Daichi x Reader)

Title: A Long Night Ship: Daichi x Reader, w/ a little bit of SugaKiyo Word Count: 2,887 Summary: To celebrate your college graduation, you head out to the club with your best friend, Kiyoko Shimizu. Little did you know that a little Cupid would be setting you up with his best friend. A/N: cross posted from my Wattpad! i’d love to create a second part to this eventually! also, implied nsfw, but there is none actually written!

Your eyes squint open and it feels like the world is breaking daylight. Wait a minute, the birds are chirping, the sun is out...the sun is out?!

"What the heck," you mutter to yourself. "I guess I drank too much last night." It was a bit of a rager last night, something resembling a party you've been to while you attended high school in the United States. Ever since you've moved back to Japan for your university years, the social scene has calmed down but after finishing your last semester ever, you needed to get lose and have some fun.

Squishing your head back into the pillow, you replay all of last night's events, at least to the best of your ability.

"Holy hell!" You exclaim, appearing at the doorway of the newest club that popped up a month prior. It sits on the edge of the college town you reside in and since your final exams are now a thing of the past, you and your friends plan to celebrate like there is no tomorrow. "This place is huge!"

"I know right!" Shimizu-chan replies. While you and Shimizu-chan arrive together, her friends will join you at the club. You haven't met them yet, but she assures you that they are great people considering they all graduated from the same high school. While you wear a thigh-high dress, she opts for a jumpsuit because she claims it's more comfortable for dancing. To each their own, you suppose.

You hunt for a table, which is nearly impossible due to the fact that everyone and their extended group of friends is packed into this place. "Shimizu-chan, it'll take forever to find a table!" You exclaim with a laugh but when you turn around, you just see a crowd on the dance floor and she's not right behind you. The glaring strobe lights attack in every corner and are the worst when you're just trying to find your best friend. "Shimizu-chan!" You yell into your immediate area but it's like you're just yelling into an abyss. There's no use.

But hooray! A table just freed up and as a true friend, you rush toward the area before anyone else can take it. When you settle into the plush booth, you call Shimizu on your phone. "Hello? Shimizu-chan, where did you go? I turned around and you weren't there anymore."

"Sorry, (Y/N)-chan. My high school friends told me they arrived. I'm at the doorway right now." Shimizu's voice barely makes it through your speaker between the volume in your ears and in the phone. "Did you end up finding a table?"

"I did! I'm right by the back left corner, but your right side," you inform her.

When the whole group arrives, your mouth hangs on the floor. Shimizu never told you that the volleyball team she managed was so tall! Sure, some of the members are on the short-side, but for the most part, they all exceed her height.

"(Y/N), meet the former Karasuno High School boys' volleyball team," Shimizu introduces the men. While you politely smile at each of them, your eyes don't deceive you; a man's embrace around her waist and his lips on her cheek!

"Shimizu-chan, is he your boyfriend?" You whisper in her ear.

"Oh, right. This is my boyfriend, Sugawara Koushi." You smile at him. They look perfect together. He has silver hair and pretty eyes that you can't help but to gaze at. Shimizu must be a very happy woman!

"Nice to meet you, Sugawara-san."

While they all hound the bar for drinks, you hang back again to reserve the table and Sugawara-san decides to keep you company.

"Thank you for being friends with Shimizu-chan, (Y/N). I'm always worried that she's sad or upset, but she is always happy on the phone. She's said a lot of nice things about you!" Sugawara's smile stretches to the point where he squints his eyes.

"Thank you, Sugawara-san. I love being friends with her. She's one of the kindest people I know." You beam at the idea of talking about your friends. While only Shimizu came out tonight—which is the reason why an impromptu high school reunion was in order, you love gushing about your friends. You are the true lucky one to coexist with them, not the other way around. "Say, you're in the same year as us for university? You've just finished as well?"

"Yes, but I plan to do more schooling. I want to become a teacher in mathematics," Sugawara explained. "What was your major?"

"Mine was journalism. I'm moving to the United Kingdom soon to get a break into their industry. I'd love to work with one of their major publications."

"How impressive, (L/N)-san!" Sugawara claps as he sips from his half-full glass of beer. To you, it looks half-empty. You still aren't sure if moving across the world is a great idea and so many people are convincing you that you're going to rot and suffer in a place that doesn't hold your native tongue. "I think you're very brave for wanting to cross the oceans, though I'm sure you'll miss your friends and family here."

"I will, and thank you." You can feel the blush creeping up your cheeks and not just from your cocktail. You just never hear people affirming your actions and yet Sugawara, an acquaintance, manages to bring up your spirits in a jiffy.

"Say, (L/N)-san, have any of the boys caught your eye tonight?" Sugawara asks you our of the blue and the heat takes over your whole face. "That is if you don't have a boyfriend already."

"I don't," you admit with a shy eye. You haven't been in a long-term relationship since your high school boyfriend cut ties once the summer after your third year ended. You can never forget how he brought you to your favorite cafe, bought you your favorite slice of cake and completely ended it with your skin scratched red and your eyes burning with tears. You swore that you'd never treat anyone like he treated you.

"Great! I can fully introduce you to any of the guys if you want." At this point, you can't tell if he's doing this for you or for his boys but maybe this meant something to him.

"I don't know yet, but maybe I'll just see how the night goes right now." You shrug, seeing as the rest of the group is making their way back.

While they slide into the booth, Sugawara whispers into your ear, "I'll be your wingman! Just tell me who and your wish will be granted." You two share a secret smile. Sugawara speaks up. "Why don't we all go around saying our names? I bet (L/N)-san would appreciate it."

And so they go around, snaking the booth and taking turns introducing themselves and talking about who they are. Hinata and Kageyama both attend the same university where they received scholarships for volleyball. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi attend a nearby university and their teams often scrimmage when they get the chance. Nishinoya is going to school for athletic training, Ennoshita just graduated from an accelerated business program, and Tanaka is working as a mechanic. Shimizu-chan tells you that Yachi, the manager who took over after she left, is studying abroad in America for marketing.

"And what about you two?" You motion toward two men sitting across from you. The first is a man with a clean haircut and a cheeky grin. His cheeks glow red but you can't tell if it's only from the drinks. The other one has a half up-half down hairstyle with strands falling out and kind of resembles someone who loves nature.

"I'm Daichi and this is Asahi," the man with the grin announces for the both of them. Asahi lightly waves with a smile, but he doesn't necessarily meet your eye. He just continues to sip from his glass of what looked like a whiskey mixer. "Same year as you, I presume? Just graduated as well."

While you attempt to get to know Daichi, since he's the only one who wants to speak, Hinata and Kageyama yell because their favorite song is playing and they have to dance. They drag along Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, and even Kiyoko and Sugawara sway to the beat together, his hand cupping her hip and her arm wrapping around his neck. You can't help but to swoon because his forehead rests against hers and they have a smile that belongs only to the two of them.

"They're a beautiful couple," Daichi says.

"Who?" You turn back to him, knitting your brows.

"Suga and Kiyoko. They only became close during university. Kiyoko never would've dated anyone back in high school." Daichi laughs, thinking all about their first experiences as a group.

"I can see that. What about the rest of the team? Any heartthrobs during your high school years?" You wonder. What else is there to make conversation about?

"Eh, not really." Daichi shrugs.

Asahi chimes in, "Daichi was in love with a girl but they never ended up together." While he says this, he is just as quick to detract himself from the conversation again, apologizing as he takes a leave to use the restroom.

Your eyes widen to hear that, though why should you be surprised? It's just a man you've just met. It all feels so much more intimate now that it's just you on one side and him on the other and the only things between you two are this table and this thick tension that you can't quite describe. "Still in love?"

Daichi chuckles at your reaction. "No. She shared the same feelings, just not at the same time. It's been a long time since I've spoken to her. I'm ready to move on." You think that the last sentence is geared toward you, but you aren't too sure. "What about you, (L/N)-san?"

"Call me (Y/N). And to be honest, there hasn't been anyone I can look forward to, but maybe soon." He has to know that the statement was pointed, with all your fingers, to his heart. How could he not know? Your flirting style is that you become way too obvious when you're drunk and you are definitely on the way to getting tipsy.

"I see." His face drags for some reason and his lips become thinner than a board, but he doesn't seem perturbed otherwise. "(Y/N), do you have anyone special in your life?"

"Not really. It's been a few months since I've been on a date, but I've been trying to finish my degree and now that I'm done, I have to start exploring, you know?" You reason with yourself, trying not to attach yourself to this handsome man who probably just wants to make small talk. You throw back your head with liquor searing your tongue and throat. "That was strong," you mutter to yourself as you set the now-empty glass.

"I understand what you mean. The same goes for me." Daichi throws back a shot of his own. "Let's go on the dance floor. I don't think Asahi's coming out, for whatever reason he's got." He turns back and makes a confused face in the direction of the restroom.

Now this is something you can't deny, especially when he holds out a confident hand toward you. "Are you this smooth with all the girls you meet?"

"No, only you." His grin on his face is so mesmerizing and you can't help but to smile back. He's really something, this Daichi character.

"Well then. Let's go join them." Even though he held his hand out first, you lead the way to the multicolored dance floor.

When you find a good spot, you're settled next to Hinata, Nishinoya, and Yamaguchi thrashing about, even though that isn't really what the song calls for. "Hi guys!" You yell to them and you get some half-hearted responses because they're so into their "dancing."

"Don't mind them. They're like this every single time we go clubbing."

"And what are you like when you go clubbing?" If you were going to get drunk, you might as well go all the way.

He takes no hesitations to lead your hands around his neck and his fingers to your hips. "I'm like this," he leans into your neck and whispers this right by your ear. "Should I continue with something else?"

You don't pull back and you don't squirm. You just look into his eyes and that's all he needs.

•

"Shimizu-san, is it okay if I take (Y/N) home?" As drunk as he is, he is still the politest man you've ever met.

She stops Suga's "neck devouring session" for a moment so she can direct her attention on Daichi's situation. "Are you sure that's a good idea? You both are visibly drunk."

"I'm going to grab a cab and I'll protect her." Daichi looks into his former manager's eyes. "I promise." Shimizu lets out a breath; if there's someone to trust a promise from, it is from Daichi.

"Alright. Just be careful." She nods with a tight-lipped smile. She looks over to you, where you stir by the booth you all took up before. You're processing life as it is, and you're no longer drinking, which is a good sign to her. "And don't be up for so long. I know (Y/N) doesn't have work for the weekend, but that doesn't mean you should keep her, unless she wants to be kept that long." She winks at Daichi. "Good luck."

Daichi gapes at her forwardness, which hasn't changed since high school. "T-thanks. Get home safe, okay?" Daichi envelopes Shimizu and Suga separately and then bids the rest of the boys goodbye before making it back to you. "Let's head out, (Y/N)? You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." A laugh erupts as you rise from your seat. It's a really good thing that you chose to wear platform sandals instead of high heels, otherwise you probably wouldn't have been able to stand. You clutch tightly around Daichi's bicep, more for balance, but also to touch the muscles you've been eyeing since the beginning of the night. You are in for a long night.

And this is where you get up to from trying to trace back your memories when a familiar kind-faced man sits up. "Are you awake, (Y/N)?"

You find yourself laughing nervously. This is the total opposite of the behavior you had last night. "Yeah, good morning." You turn over and your anxiety washes away. If you wanted to get involved with a guy, this would be the one. He seems like the perfect guy to take care of you, regardless of your relationship status.

"I know we did some stuff last night, but I also know that I didn't regret it," Daichi comments as he cranes his neck to relieve his muscle's tension. You pull the sheets with you as you match his straight-up form.

"I don't regret it either," you say as you glance toward his chest, full of little purple and blue marks you have no memory of putting there. "Look, why don't I make some breakfast and if you want, we can talk about it, or if you're uncomfortable with me being here, I'll just leave."

"There's no need for you to leave. Actually, breakfast would be really nice." Daichi rubs the back of his neck; no one has ever made him breakfast the morning after—not that he's had that many people to do it with.

•

"Hey!" You brightly respond after you pick up your phone. You just got back from Daichi's apartment and you settle into the bed at yours. Not as soft as his, you note to yourself as you kick your feet up.

"Hi! I got your phone number from Shimizu, I hope that's okay!" He sounds chipper as ever, even more so than when you saw him for the first time yesterday. "So how'd everything go last night?"

"What do you mean?" You act innocent, but you know exactly what he's talking about.

"You know! Everything!" Sugawara-san laughs. "How were the festivities with Daichi?"

"Well, I can say some details, but I'll spare you and just say that I hope there'll be another time where we get to do this again—"

You're cut off by an ear-splitting squeal.

"Koushi? What's going on?" Shimizu-chan's voice is faint in comparison to Sugawara's scream.

"Shimizu, they definitely did it! They did it! I finally got a couple together!"

You roll your eyes, but your smile widens.

"Congrats, (Y/N). I'm glad you've found someone and I think this one will stick." You can tell your best friend has control over the phone. Shimizu-chan giggles and you take her words in stride; it's rare for her to show any emotions at all.

"I sure hope so."

Shimizu sighs, both happily and slightly annoyed. "I'll talk to you later. I have to go calm down my idiot."

The last thing you hear before the line goes dead is "Oh my god! Daichi has a girl! Daichi has a girl!" reverberating through their apartment. His shouts for joy make you hopeful for the future, because who knew what was to come? All you know is that you want to see that cute captain again.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu writing #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu writer #haikyuu fanfiction #hq oneshot #hq writing #sawamura daichi #daichi #daichi x reader #sugakiyo

[artificialqueens]

All To Myself (Willaska) - Albatross

AN: Friends to lovers, you know the drill.

Featuring Willam and Alaska, of course.

Special thanks to @VeronicaSanders for agreeing to beta despite our disagreements regarding epithets. And thank you to @Saiph for beta-ing as well!

Going out to the club was meant to be relaxing.

It’s a chance to cut loose. It’s a chance to forget. Alaska repeated that mantra to herself every time she went out…so why didn’t she believe it?

Most likely, she figured, it had to do with whoshe was going to the club with. One Willam Belli; known party queen and spectacle all onto herself.

Everywhere she went, attention was soon on her whether she sought it out or not. She was loud and beautiful and when dropped into a setting meant to encourage random hookups? Well, she was the star attraction as soon as she arrived, usually with her best friend in tow.

Now Alaska was by no means a wallflower. She engaged in the dancing and drinking just as easily as Willam did. The difference between them lie in when it came time to take someone home with her. For Willam it was effortless, there was no lack of offers so she had her pick, though usually there weren’t many common factors.

“Whoever looks like the most fun,” she replied casually the one time Alaska dared to ask about her criteria.

Alaska, on the other hand, usually had to work for it. She got along well with most everyone. She could be quite the charmer when she wanted to be but once it came time to ask if they wanted to leave with her, more often than not they were shocked by the proposal. Her intended partner for the night hadn’t considered that she was being anything but friendly nor that she was even interested in a hookup. The women she hit on were always unbearably kind in their denial but that only served to make her feel even worse.

Often times she asked herself if there was something wrong with her flirting.

Was it just not blatant enough?

For the few times she dared to ask for an explanation for the rejection, she noticed a common theme; too innocent looking, too nice, too eager…always too something !

She was never just enough.

But she accepted the reasons with a carefree shrug and polite smile and wandered off to try her luck elsewhere. Usually by the time of the first rejection, she could pick out Willam’s intended victim for the night. True, a lot of nights Willam never actually took anyone home. Sometimes hooking up in the bathroom or alleyway doing god knows what and then returning to Alaska’s side, but that didn’t lessen the sting as she returned to Alaska’s empty side.

Alaska often spent her time just what she was doing when off with someone else. Whythose men and women could attract Willam’s attention when she couldn’t. And of course, why after so many years of being best friends she still had this hopeless crush.

Perhaps that was her real problem, Alaska thought. Maybe it was that she genuinely didn’t try hard enough because no matter who she’d take home, they just wouldn’t be the person she wanted it to be. Sure, they might have looked enough like what she wanted; dirty blonde hair wrapped into loose curls, slim and toned under flashy clothes and flashier makeup…But still, it just wasn’t the same. Maybe, just maybe, she sabotaged herself because she knew Willam was more likely to leave with her if Alaska appeared to be alone.

Not that they ever did anything together. Alaska was certain she kept her feelings well hidden around her friend. But it was still nice just to return to a near domestic atmosphere in one of their apartments after a night out partying. They’d fall asleep laughing, watching TV, or smoking some weed. It made the rejections at the club much more bearable, practically even forgettable, just to spend a night alone with her. Willam made her smile when no one else could and helped her forget about the rest of the world, even if only for a few hours.

There were a few instances, however, when Alaska didn’t need to seek out a partner for the night. Sometimes women even approached her . They were usually of a similar type and picked up on some vibe she unknowingly seemed to be putting out. That ‘too innocent’ vibe, as others had called it. These women were looking for a particular type and to them, Alaska seemed to fit the bill. They wanted someone submissive, whether it was to coddle them or completely dominate them. But always they were damn near exact opposite of the type of women Alaska usually tried to hit on.

Alaska grew to accept this fact after a while. After all, she’d get what she wanted and they’d get what they wanted. A mutually beneficial trade. Alaska was fine playing that part, though at times it did bore her. A few caught on that she was just acting out the bit for their sake, one even commented on it, but for just a one-night stand it wasn’t anything worth going into too much detail for. It would happen again in just a few months, almost like clockwork.

And tonight was no exception. Alaska picked up on the domineering gaze being sent her way almost the instant she connected eyes first with an attractive blonde from across the bar. The stranger was a good few inches shorter than Alaska, as most women were anyway, but the difference in height had no bearing on the powerful, magnetic personality that shone through with her amused grin. Wasting no time, this confident and mysterious young woman pushed her way through the sea of people until she was at Alaska’s side.

Closer to, Alaska noticed the woman’s eyes were a deep blue-green, almost like a certain pair she’d been gazing at only an hour before. Her cocky smirk seemed to be a damn near permanent fixture on her face as she carelessly tossed away the loose wavy hair that fell past her shoulders. It was a similar tactic, one Alaska had seen Willam using quite often to ensnare her partners, and like a moth to the flame, Alaska was mesmerized. Each woman worked their charm as they chatted away but they both knew it was entirely unnecessary at this point. They’d likely be leaving together very soon if either had anything to say about it. Still, a bit of social foreplay never hurt.

Though the area around the bar itself was brightly lit, the same couldn’t be said for the clustered dance floor just a few feet away. The main lights were out and heavy, flashing strobes took their place. They’d periodically illuminate the carefree faces within the crowd for just a second before shining their light elsewhere at random. It was a tangled mess of nameless people but that was all part of the fun; dancing with strangers as the bass pounded in the speakers…It was a chance to get a little closer or to disappear, if need be.

Willam was already engaged with a number of other clubbers on the dance floor but she had kept a cautious eye on Alaska at the bar. Her companion always needed a drink or two before she was ready to bury herself amongst the crowd but Willam was confident Alaska would be joining her shortly.

What she hadn’t expected was to glance over and find her chatting up another woman so eagerly nor sharing so many drinks, if the empty glasses in front of them were any indication. This woman was far from the usual type she saw Alaska with; her heavy makeup, tight, skimpy outfit and an air of confidence to the point of coming off as arrogant. Definitely not Alaska’s type and yet there they were; near ready to seal the deal and head home with one another by the looks of it.

A vaguely possessive knot formed in the pit of her stomach as she took note of the mystery woman placing her hand over Alaska’s in an attempt to show sincerity and interest. She never seemed to let her gaze roam over Alaska’s body, seemingly thinking she’d get a chance to explore those areas soon enough, but there was also something else Willam noticed.

Something that pissed her off even.

It was Alaska’s obvious infatuation with the woman. Never had Willam seen her so taken with a potential partner right off the bat. Her gaze seemed to focus only on this stranger as she kept a shy but inviting smile stretched across her lips.

Alaska was all but throwing herself at this skank!

It was clear by the interested gleam on Alaska’s face that she intended to go home with this woman as soon as the offer was made, yet the stranger was intent on drawing this out. She was practically laying the groundwork for future hookups already though they couldn’t have met more than just a few minutes ago. As Willam studied them closely, the scowl on her face darkened. Her body was still moving in time with the throng of other club patrons but her heart was certainly not into it.

One more shot was pounded down by both women and almost immediately after they were stepping away from the bar. Willam’s heart sunk with the thought that they might be leaving now but to her sick satisfaction they seemed to be heading straight for the dance floor. Once they had immersed themselves in the sea of similarly buzzed and swaying bodies, Willam saw her chance to step in.

Alaska knew Willam was somewhere in this mix of countless people. Every so often she’d catch a glimpse of her friend dancing the night away with one stranger before turning her attention to the next but as Kat led her onto the floor, Alaska hadn’t even thought to look for Willam again. Her mind was completely focused on her intended partner for tonight, so much that she willingly allowed Kat to lead her by the hand deep into the grinding and wavering mass of clubbers.

Once they were away from the well-lit bar, it was difficult to see anything clearly through the flashing lights but every so often one would shine just enough that Alaska could catch a glimpse of the slightly blurry faces around her. The pulse of the music overtook her body and soon she was dancing as enthusiastically as everyone else. She was sure she was facing Kat for the majority of the song but after a sudden turn and number of patrons shuffling past her towards the bar, Alaska was certain she had lost her in the crowd. But only a second or two after that thought came to mind, she felt a pair of firm hands on her hips encouraging her to turn around.

Rotating her body a few degrees, Alaska found herself pressed against a shorter body once again as the strobes turned their lights away towards the other side of the dance floor. The possessiveness of the hands couldn’t have belonged to anyone other than Kat so she let herself be consumed once more by the pounding music and mutual sway of their bodies on the packed floor.

She thought she saw a glimpse of Willam’s wavy hair somewhere off in the distance but all too quickly the figure slipped away before she could confirm it. Not that Willam would have any trouble finding someone to take home, she reasoned. So she might as well push that thought from her mind, at least for tonight. She finally had someone take an interest in her that almost exactly fulfilled everything she was looking for and she would be damned before letting this one slip away tonight. In fact, she ought to get things moving along before either had a chance to lose interest.

So in a decidedly bold move, Alaska pushed herself forward and captured the lips of her partner. There was a bit of a misstep at first, her lips landing slightly off point and Kat freezing in shock but within a second all was corrected and the hands on Alaska’s hips pulled her in until there wasn’t even an inch of space left between them. Her eyes slid shut as she let herself be consumed by the moment.

The kiss itself stole away any other thought of those around them. Alaska was sure they both had stopped dancing or even pretending to but if anyone else noticed…well, who cared?

Their lips pressed together was everything Alaska could have wanted. It was expressive yet still so subdued, perhaps because of still being in a public space. But they were definitely pushing the limits of decency. If anyone could have seen them, they certainly would have gotten a show. While their hands remained chaste and above their clothing, their lips slid against one another in a slightly graceless but passionate mess. If the music were just a bit lower, Alaska was sure she would have had to hide the little mewls clawing their way up through her throat. But Kat wasn’t at all bothered by it. She eagerly swallowed every bit of sound that echoed into her mouth, even returning a few of her own in the process.

Kat’s lips were eagerly chasing Alaska’s every time she pulled away, so much that Alaska gave up any pretense of trying to tease just so that could remain connected as much as possible. Vaguely she was aware that the song was coming to an end and taking that as her cue, she broke the kiss for good. As her eyes flew open, she found that the lighting patterns of the clubs had changed to match the new, slower paced song being introduced. The strobe was still flashing away but much more languidly and somewhat brighter now.

Alaska was hardly surprised to see to that same hungry look in her partner’s eyes as she had witnessed back at the bar but strangely there was also a hint of fear…Perhaps because the eyes staring back at her were distinctly Willam’s and not Kat’s.

Each felt the world go quiet as they locked gazes for a moment. Alaska was sure her cheeks were burning and under the fading purple to red lights shining above them, she’d have bet anything that Willam’s were almost as pink as her own. Neither quite knew what to say, though Willam certainly tried. Her lips moved as though she were trying to force something, anything, out, but even if there were true words being formed, Alaska wouldn’t have heard them.

As much as she feared what would happen to their friendship after sharing that kiss, there was absolutely nothing that she regretted about it, now that she knew it’d been with Willam. Her heart fluttered in her chest with that thought even though she knew she ought to have been concerned with the fact that it wasn’t with Kat as had been her original intention.

Where was she, actually? Had she seen what had happened and left?

Alaska just couldn’t find it in herself to care at the moment.

Especially since Willam gave up any pretense of trying to speak and was now turning around. Alaska was almost shouting at her to stop until she realized that Willam’s hand was wrapped around her own and was now leading them off somewhere towards the rear of the club.

Barely aware of anyone else around them, Alaska followed closely behind as Willam pushed her way to the first opening along the back wall that she found. There she turned around to face Alaska, perhaps thinking they were far enough away from the speakers to try talking about what happened, but that wasn’t how things turned out.

As quickly as the opening appeared, once the pair was nestled in facing each other, the space around them filled up once again. Willam found herself pressed against the wall as Alaska was pushed into her thanks to someone’s elbow being forced into the small of her back. She apologized for the unintentional invasion of space but she was anything but sorry for it. Not that Willam seemed to mind it either.

There was a brief pause of hesitancy before each threw aside any notion of better judgement and allowed their lips to connect once more. Hands found their way to each other’s bodies; Willam’s resting on Alaska’s waist while Alaska’s found their way Willam’s hair. For the first few minutes there was a sense of urgency, like all of this would be revealed in just a few short seconds as a dream or a joke, but once the reality truly set in, they allowed their pace to slow into something more languid and sensual. Alaska moved a hand to tuck its way beneath Willam’s chin, tilting her head up for a better angle as she crowded her even further against the wall. Her second very carefully and very slowly slipped its way under the bottom hem of Willam’s short dress. Her fingers danced along Willam’s outer thigh but she dared not press her luck any further. For now she was content with all that was happening.

Neither was quite sure how long they spent together in that embrace but as the pair finally broke apart to check the time, the club was significantly less crowded. Willam was the first to retrieve her phone from her bra and swore once she saw the clock flashing back at her. Immediately Alaska knew that would be the end of whatever this was but to her surprise, Willam pressed one final kiss to her lips before whispering that they ought to leave.

The pair’s ride back to Willam’s apartment was exceptionally quiet. There seemed to be no small talk they could make that wouldn’t eventually lead into a discussion of the kiss and neither was quite ready to address that yet. Alaska was all too eager to head back to her own dwelling after retrieving her car but Willam shocked her by asking if she wanted to stay the night. It wasn’t an uncommon offer, not by any means, but something about it just felt oddly loaded tonight. A simple nod was all she could reply with and after a brief exchange of 'good night’, each slipped into their own dream worlds on opposite ends of Willam’s bed.

The next morning they should have talked about it, should have discussed what the kiss meant for each of them, but Willam made the independent decision to simply play it off as a product of their drinking. She teased Alaska for getting so shit-faced that she’d be willing to kiss her but Alaska’s stomach flipped and twisted with every reminder. Despite Willam’s assumptions; the enthusiasm from their second kiss that night was strictly because it was Willam , not that Alaska had mistaken her for anyone else. But Alaska was sickly grateful at having been provided with an easy, less embarrassing way out of this whole mess. She laughed off the situation much as Willam was yet in the back of her mind, memories of that kiss still lingered. But as much as she adored her friend and loved every second of that night, receiving confirmation that their kiss meant nothing would have broken her heart. She was happy just to have the experience as a fond memory rather than a painful reminder that nothing more would happen between them.

The night replayed itself in her mind more often than she cared to admit and all too frequently she imagined what it would have been like to push the boundaries even further. A part of her regretted not attempting it, if only to see how Willam would have responded, but she was sure if she had, then Willam would have ended the kiss much sooner. Still, it was her imagination and she was free to play out any scenario she liked. Though with each detail being added her guilt seemed to compound over thinking about her best friend in such a manner. Still, she felt powerless to stop it and quickly enough her fantasy world had been built up considerably.

'Might as well relive the kiss through daydreaming,’ she thought.

She was absolutely sure nothing like that would ever happen again.

Yet in just three weeks time she found herself pressed firmly between Willam’s body and her mattress. The pair had gone out again as they usually did every weekend and proceeded to drink throughout the night. This time it was odd though; neither seemed to have any interest in finding another companion to take home. They were both content to spend their evening in each other’s company and never strayed more than a few feet from one another, though quite a few did try to separate them.

Whether it was an offer of drinks or cutting in for a dance, a few of the clubbers tried their luck to pull away one of the women from the other but always after a few minutes they would return to each other’s side. Willam especially received quite a bit of this attention. She’d accept the drinks or invitation to dance with a flirty little smile but before long she’d find her way back to Alaska. Typically this was accompanied by wandering hands traveling up and down Alaska’s midsection, especially as the night wore on and her BAC rose. Not the Alaska was any more well behaved herself.

She received more than her fair share of drink offers and was soon well on her way to being as tipsy as Willam already was. Though her behavior was not quite as messy, she certainly did nothing to discourage the roaming hands. Every now and then she’d even pull her friend a little closer until their bodies were all but touching as her arms wrapped possessively around Willam’s swaying figure.

Before long the hours slipped into early morning and the girls were ready to head home for the night. Once in the backseat of the Uber it felt like all the tension they had built up throughout the evening finally broke free. With nothing left to stop them, their lips found their way to another as they rode in the backseat of the car. Hands grazed over every inch of bare skin they could reach as the pair were driven home. To his credit, the driver did his best to ignore the pair making out until they had arrived back at Alaska’s apartment complex.

Following a quick word of gratitude, the pair made their way upstairs and promptly collapsed onto Alaska’s bed in a tangled heap of limbs and ruffled clothes. There was a fiery, desperate sort of messiness to the kiss, like neither wanted to separate themselves from the other for anything short of Armageddon. Fingers wove through one another’s hair and clothing rode up far further than they should have allowed. The straps of Willam’s dress had fallen a long time ago but even still Alaska couldn’t bring herself to push away the fabric any more than how it naturally fell from Willam’s body.

At some point the pair did slow down, whether it was after Willam slipped her leg between Alaska’s or when Alaska’s hand found its way to Willam’s ass in a halfhearted attempt to pull her body closer, it was hard to say. The pair allowed their lips to travel up and down one another’s skin but neither quite dared to go any further below the collarbone. Not that that really stopped Willam from sucking a bright pink mark into Alaska’s pale skin after hearing the younger woman gasping out her name in shock.

Alaska was left squirming and aching beneath the actions but she just couldn’t force herself to beg for anything more. She wanted to. She knew she wanted to. But there was a little voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to stop before things had gone too far. Almost as if Willam had heard that voice herself, or perhaps just listening to her own, she pulled away with a guilty expression.

The fingers that had been clutched around the fabric of Alaska’s clothes flexed in uncertainty, as if she were telling herself that she needed to let go, to move away, but still unable to convince her body to follow through. Her eyes darted over every inch of Alaska’s form beneath her; from her heaving chest, flushed cheeks, swollen lips and finally her hazy, glazed over eyes. A wave of guilt washed through her at the sight and with a heavy air of regret, she murmured, “We…we need to…”

Already knowing what Willam getting at, Alaska bit back a tone of reluctance in her voice as she asked, “Should we stop?”

“Yeah,” Willam agreed softly as she withdrew to the empty space at Alaska’s side. Almost too quietly to hear, she mentioned in a doleful whisper, “Drank too much again, huh?”

It was rhetorical but Alaska wanted to answer. She wanted to argue that they hadn’t. That were only just a little buzzed and that she wanted this to happen.

But she didn’t.

She held her tongue and simply gave her friend an absent nod of agreement as they settled between the sheets to sleep off whatever liquor still remained in their systems.

But unlike the previous night they had kissed, this time, neither made a move to separate themselves until they awoke the next morning and even then there was a heavy reluctance behind their movements.

As to who awoke first it was difficult to say but each kept their arms wrapped around the other’s body for as long as they could until hunger forced them to pretend to awaken. Again, neither seemed tempted to talk about what had happened the previous night other than play it off as a drunken mistake but Alaska was not as convinced that at leastsome of what happened was solely from the influence of alcohol.

There were fleeting memories at first, followed by more solid ones, of all that she and Willam had done last night. There had been mutual air of desperate need behind their actions. An underlying tone of want and desire…and if Alaska had any doubts of how into their makeout session Willam had been, the dark hickey that appeared on her neck certainly told quite a story.

But each kept their mouth shut about those details as they pried their limbs away from one another. Alaska could have sworn she saw Willam’s eyes flicked down to her collarbone for just a second but that easily could have been her imagination. Within just a few seconds, Willam had slipped off the bed in order to claim the shower first and wipe away the traces of last night’s makeup.

As Alaska dug through her closet for a change of clothes, she wondered how long it would be until the next instance of whatever this was will occur. After all, the law of the universe practically demanded that all significant events come in threes. Not that she always put a lot of stock in those thoughts but it certainly seemed to be true more often than not. As she filled the time waiting for the bathroom to open up, Alaska mused whether the next kiss would happen inside the club or afterwards as it had been last night.

As it turned out, when it came time for the third incidence, they never even made it out of Willam’s apartment.

Only two weeks had passed and Alaska was getting a bit antsy as to when the universe would take a hand yet again and force them together. Sure, they’d gone clubbing together a few nights already but those had all ended rather routinely. There was nothing special or interesting that had happened aside from just spending the night with her best friend. Perhaps the only unusual thing as of late was that Willam seemed to have no interest in taking anyone else home with her. It was a welcome change, Alaska wouldn’t lie. But it did make her curious as to the reason.

She was sure she ought to bring up the topic but every time the opportunity presented itself, she found herself chickening out. She just couldn’t forced herself to get definitive answer, preferring instead to just pretend that she was the reason for Willam’s apparent abstinence.

It was an appealing lie, she had to admit. One she indulged herself in too much.

Maybe that was the driving force behind Alaska’s outfit choice for the night.

Typically she preferred simple clothing; something to accentuate her best features but certainly not as flashy as Willam’s taste in clothes. No, she usually wore a tight black dress or maybe a longer flowing one depending on which club they visited. Just something to show off her curves and of course, her long, shapely legs. But tonight’s outfit strayed rather far from her comfort zone; a clinging red dress perhaps an inch or two shorter than it ought to have been with slits on either side of the midsection to show off the dramatic curve of her waist. Even the top half used a cut she hardly dared to wear on most occasions; a deep, plunging neckline to accentuate her breasts with straps that seemed unreasonably thin and liable to snap at any second.

All of this had been a deliberate choice to see just what kind of reaction she would pull from Willam but as made her way over to her friend’s apartment, she was already second guessing herself.

She worried that it showed far too much for what she’d be comfortable in later or that Willam would immediately catch on to what she was trying to do. She worried that even if Willam was oblivious, she’d just end up looking like a fool at the club; like someone trying far too hard to get laid or even just to get attention.

But she was already more than halfway to Willam’s complex and there was no chance to turn back now. Maybe if she really wanted to, she could squeeze into some of Willam’s more modest outfits before they left. At least then she’d feel a bit more like herself. As she let herself into the open apartment, she gave serious thought to that option. Amidst her internal debate she noticed that Willam was nowhere in sight; not the kitchen nor the living room.

A little confused as she was sure her friend would have been ready by now, Alaska called out, “Will?”

“Bedroom!” came the immediate reply.

Shuffling towards the source of the voice, Alaska heard Willam rambling as she came out of the connecting bathroom in a cloud of sweet smelling perfume and hairspray, “Almost ready. Just need to find a pair of earrings and my clutch-”

Willam stopped mid sentence as soon as she laid eyes on Alaska. There was a stifling pause between the two as Willam drew her eyes over every inch of the outfit until Alaska was left shuffling awkwardly in place. She was sure her cheeks must have been almost as red as her dress by now. But no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t decipher the odd expression that Willam was wearing. Her eyes were dark and her mouth almost a straight line; there was no way to tell if she approved or disapproved of the outfit.

Finding the spotlight to be too much, Alaska’s gaze shot to the ground in embarrassment. Her fingers played with the bottom hem of the dress as she awaited her friend to say something, anything to give an indication of what was going on in her head right now.

The air felt loaded with tension until Willam finally spoke in a soft, demanding voice, “Take off your shoes.”

Within a second, Alaska was complying and side stepping away from her exceptionally tall heels as Willam swiftly strolled up to her. With Willam still in her own heels, they were just about the same height for once and could finally look into one another’s eyes without any tilting or craning of their heads. There was hardly a moment’s pause after Willam stopped in front of Alaska before she felt the welcomed heat of Willam’s body pressing into hers as their lips connected.

Her hands wrapped possessively around Willam’s hips as she felt a similar pair weaving their way through the hair she had so meticulously styled for the night. The kiss had a sense of urgency, of being long overdue, despite how recent their last lip lock had been. She never wanted this moment to end; her and Willam finally kissing without any true reason or even a drop of alcohol in their systems. It was perfect; just them with all the time in the world for one another.

But all too quickly, Willam pulled back just out of reach of Alaska’s lips. Even if Willam had wanted to step away, Alaska wasn’t sure if she could have convinced her grip to loosen after sharing such an expressive kiss. Sounding quite defeated, there was a little laugh in Willam’s voice as she asked helplessly, “What are you trying to do me, Lask?”

“What do you mean?” she murmured in reply as she grazed her lips along Willam’s jawline.

Another disbelieving laugh escaped as Willam’s voice dropped to a low and soft register as she accused her friend, “You act all innocent, then show up here in this dress?…That’s not fair.”

“Could take it off if you want,” Alaska suggested in a hushed tone as she slowly leant in again to close what little gap remained.

Shaking her head, Willam warned her half-heartedly, “Don’t tempt me.”

She sounded desperate, but for what, Alaska wasn’t quite sure…but she had a few guesses.

Daring to take a chance, she asked, “Why not?”

When Willam failed to reply, instead only looking up at her with wide, questioning eyes, Alaska pressed even further, “I’m not pushing you away.”

For once, Willam was at a loss for words. She seemed to be trying to convince herself Alaska was actually being serious with her offer yet unable to believe it fully. Her gaze was torn away from Alaska’s for just a moment as she turned her attention back to the dress. Alaska could have sworn she almost saw the internal fight playing out in Willam’s head as her eyes travelled over every inch of the body in front of her.

Tucking a gentle finger beneath Willam’s chin, she recaptured the dirty blonde’s focus and placed a small, meaningful kiss to the Willam’s lips. It was brief, barely even three seconds, but all the same it took her breath away. Willam’s hand was shaking as she withdrew it from Alaska’s hair in order to slip her fingers hesitantly around the thin strap hanging off Alaska’s shoulder. She still seemed to be debating if she ought to make a further move when Alaska decided to give her a little push in the right direction.

“Gotta take care of the zipper first,” she whispered as she grazed their lips together once more.

There was absent nod given by her partner followed by a tense swallow. Then, with more resolution in her voice than either woman would have expected, Willam told her, “Turn around.”

Almost immediately Alaska withdrew her hands and spun around until her back was all that Willam could see. She felt a pair of fingers pulling against the zipper but they paused before drawing it downwards. Alaska knew Willam was still debating if they ought to take this step and held her breath as she awaited Willam’s final choice. Thankfully it wasn’t long before the telltale sound of the zipper opening filled the otherwise silent air and the tight dress became slack around her body.

As soon as Willam reached the end, Alaska allowed the material to fall away into a heap on the floor at her feet. Spinning around to face her partner, there was barely a moment to take a breath before their lips reconnected and Alaska was gradually guiding them back in the direction of the bed. Willam moved all too easily as Alaska took control and relieved her from overthinking the situation. They both were more than ready to submit their long suppressed desires tonight.

The second Willam’s legs hit the mattress, she fell onto her bedspread and pulled Alaska with her the entire way. There was a short moment of her kicking off her shoes as she inched her way further into the middle of the bed as Alaska followed closely behind. Their lips hardly left one another for more than a second as Alaska took her place hovering just inches above Willam. But before she could get comfortable in her position, Willam’s legs were clenched tightly around her hips as she forced the body above hers to roll over onto the mattress. With that Willam was quick assume her place on top all while distracting Alaska with yet another kiss, but the younger woman could scarcely bring herself to care about their positions right now.

Her main concern was simply that Willam was still fully dressed; something she wanted to remedy very soon. But as her fingers slid up Willam’s outer thigh to meet with the hem of the slinky, silver number Willam had chosen for the night, a hand caught hers and swiftly removed it. Their fingers laced together as Willam pinned the traveling hand the mattress next to Alaska’s head. Pulling away, her eyes opened to look at the panting, half naked blonde she had trapped beneath her. Her gaze travelled in an exceedingly slow fashion down Alaska’s exposed form as she murmured in appreciation, “Just look at you.”

“Is that all you’re gonna do?” Alaska challenged, “Just look?”

The question caught Willam off guard once again as she drew an immediate blank on how to respond. Her expression seemed torn between pushing forward and claiming Alaska for herself or drawing back before they had crossed that final line with their relationship. Seeing the internal struggle playing out in Willam’s eyes softened Alaska’s domineering attitude, at least for the time being. She drew her free hand up to tug at the hem of Willam’s dress and call her attention back from disappearing inside her head space.

Taking note that Willam’s full attention was back on her, Alaska whined softly as she toyed with the shiny fabric, “Take this off already.”

Nodding, Willam was quick to comply and soon the pair was left in matching states of undress. There was a pause as each let their eyes follow the curves of their partner’s body for just a moment before Willam took the lead and leant down to press another slow kiss to Alaska’s lips. There was that same sort of desperation from before behind the insistent rutting of her hips into Alaska’s. At once Alaska’s hand found its way to the small of Willam’s back and urged her to press their bodies as close as possible. The heat from their skin touching had nothing on the burning they felt deep in their cores.

By the time the two broke apart, Willam’s eyes were dark with lust and her tongue carefully poked out to run across her swollen lips. It was like she couldn’t get enough of her partner, even willing to just pass the night in only a lip lock so long as it meant being together…But Alaska had other plans.

Craning her head up to capture Willam’s lips once more, she kept the dirty blonde occupied as she easily pushed herself up from the bed into a sitting position. Willam slid all too easily into her lap, loosening her grip on Alaska’s hand in order to slip her arms around Alaska’s neck instead. As their mouths remained connected in fiery liplock, Willam’s fingers played with every strand of hair within their reach. Every so often there’d be a little tug which earned a soft moan or whine from her partner.

With her second hand now free to move about as it wished, Alaska wasted no time in using it to trace over every inch of Willam’s body. She felt so small and compliant in Alaska’s grip it was almost as if their bodies were meant to remain in this position until the end of time.

Alaska’s fingers were featherlight as they drew senseless patterns from Willam’s rib cage, down her stomach, and finally between her inner thighs to meet with the edges of her lacy panties. She was squirming under Alaska’s touch, practically whimpering even though Alaska was hardly doing anything to warrant such a needy response from her. Once Alaska chose to give in and run a finger over the covered folds of her lover, she heard a noise unlike any other she would have expected to originate from Willam of all people.

It was a desperate, needy sort of whine; the kind that almost begged to be given instructions they could submit to…one that showed just how much they ached for anything more and would comply to nearly any demand just for the reward of a small taste.

Alaska couldn’t stop herself from pulling back and teasing Willam in a soft coo, “Mm, didn’t know you could make that noise.”

Something almost akin to a growl reverberated in Willam’s throat as her cheeks flared up. Her eyes narrowed as she snapped back in a childish manner, “Shut up.”

Moving to place a series of light kisses along the curve of Willam’s neck, Alaska felt a smirk growing as she continued to taunt, “It was cute though.”

She could feel the harsh swallow under the movement of her lips as it traveled down Willam’s throat but just as she was starting to chuckle at the rather adorable embarrassment Willam was showing, she quickly felt her partner shoving her firmly back against the mattress and pinning her her hands well above her head. A shocked expression swiftly played out across her face at the change of positions and Willam wasted no time in asking rather smugly, “How cute is this ?”

Despite the supposed confidence in her voice, her eyes still shone with a tone of uncertainty. As if she weren’t sure just how far she could push Alaska before it’d be too much. Recognizing the hesitancy, Alaska let out a little breath of air she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and challenged Willam to continue with small, reaffirming nod of her head.

Even after being given the approval, Willam’s movements were slow and shaky as she repositioned Alaska’s wrists to be trapped beneath just one of her hands. It was entirely unnecessary; Alaska wasn’t struggling beneath her nor even desired to take back control but all the same Willam’s grip remained loose and lax just in case Alaska changed her mind. Her fingers trembled as they grazed over the soft skin beneath her.  There was a slight pause as she hit the material of Alaska’s strapless bra but instead of undoing the hooks, she simply continued tracing a straight line down to Alaska’s stomach.

It was here she finally slowed down to enjoy herself. At first there were only thoughtless patterns being drawn over the skin but soon enough her hand released Alaska’s wrists as she repositioned herself to place a trail of light kisses over every dip and curve she found.

The movements of Willam’s lips over her midsection, especially her hips, left Alaska squirming in place. There was so much movement that eventually Willam was forced to pin her hips to mattress and leave her to endure the soft torture for as long as Willam chose to continue it. Unlike her partner, Alaska was unashamed of the whimpers that escaped her. She let every single one of them fill the room as Willam continued her snail’s pace even lower until she was just above the elastic border of Alaska’s panties. She kissed and traced her tongue all along the edge as she glanced up to watch her writhing partner struggling to keep still.

After what felt like hours, tentative fingers were wrapped around the lacy straps and Willam cast a final look to Alaska asking for permission. The panting and frazzled blonde immediately nodded her head and helped to lift her hips as Willam removed the thin article of clothing. Sitting back up, she followed Willam’s instruction to inch herself closer to the mattress’s edge and took the chance to finally relieve herself of her bra.

Willam’s fingers rested carefully on her inner thighs as she took a moment to take in her naked partner for the first time. Each woman’s heart was beating rapidly in their chest as Willam’s line of sight finally made its way south between Alaska’s legs. Very slowly, she spread Alaska’s thighs apart until there was enough space for her work. Even with the slightly obstructed view, Alaska could see the heavy swallow traveling down Willam’s throat as she inched forward to run the first finger across Alaska’s gleaming folds. There was certainly no hiding just how much the younger woman wanted it at this moment. She was aching for any kind of touch from Willam and even the hesitant, light dip of her finger was enough to have Alaska biting her lip in anticipation.

As Willam became more confident in her exploration, Alaska could have sworn she saw Willam’s lips moving in an attempt to form words. Whether or not they ever became vocal was something she could never figure out as the blood pounding in her ears drowned out most sound. In fact she could hardly hear her own satisfied whine as Willam finally slipped the first finger into her slick heat. It was like a weight had been taken off her chest as she felt it entering her yet all the same she still struggled to breathe properly. Her face felt hot and flushed as she stared down at her partner watching her with the keenest interest.

Willam was studying her every reaction, watching for all of the telltale signs of pleasure that played out across her partner’s face. She analyzed every microexpression displayed as her finger hooked inside of Alaska and rubbed against her walls as she searched for what motions her partner seemed to enjoy the most. And not once was Alaska tempted to hold anything back. Even after just a few thrusts she begged for a second finger, something Willam complied with almost immediately. She was skilled in all that she did to drive Alaska to the edge but none of it was enough to push her over.

Willam knew exactly what she wanted to do now that she finally had Alaska in bed with her.

Her goal was to turn Alaska into the mess she’d always wanted to see and enjoy it for as long as possible. Tonight was her chance to finally have Alaska as her own and she was going to take advantage of every second. Alaska, however, was far less patient. She gave a soft whine for more but when that request was ignored she became more vocal.

“Willam,” she pleaded, her voice hitching.

For someone so hesitant in the beginning, Willam certainly wasn’t holding back any longer. She drank in every little noise that escaped from the younger blonde’s lips; all the soft mewls, pants for more, and little whines of impatience as soon as she was denied.

After so many repeated attempts at begging, Alaska was finally granted what she asked for. A teasing lick ran across her outer lips, flicking against her clit ever so softly. It was enough to have her gripping the sheets beneath her in frustration. Again she cried out for Willam to stop teasing but her compliance only went so far. She occupied her time with leaving gentle kisses and nips along the interior of Alaska’s thighs until she was shaking with a mixture of longing and desperation. Only once there was a hurriedly broken off plea for more, peppered in with distracted calls of her name, did Willam finally turn to her prize and give Alaska what she craved.

There was little teasing following this; after all, it didn’t seem possible that Alaska could turn into any more of a mess than she already was, and the younger blonde was very appreciative of this as she let out a satisfied moan. Fingers worked their way inside of Alaska with a skilled practice as Willam’s mouth remained solely focused on her clit. The methodical lapping was altered with a light hum every now and then until Alaska felt like she was fully coming apart. Her hand wove its way through the hair at the base of Willam’s head and she was sure if she stopped now, she probably wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from crying in frustration. But thankfully that thought was the furthest thing from Willam’s mind. Her eyes remained glued to Alaska’s face as she fell apart. The moment it became too much was when Willam slid in a third and final finger to brush against Alaska’s g-spot and she slipped away in bliss .

Her climax was so overpowering she was hardly aware that she was calling out Willam’s name loud enough for the neighbors to hear until the last syllable had passed from her lips. But even then Willam didn’t stop. With a gentle, caring side few others had seen, Willam worked Alaska through every second of her orgasm until she was trembling and weak beneath her featherlight touch. Only then did she withdraw and crawl back onto the bed into her former position above her partner. But far from being tired, Alaska eagerly clung to Willam as soon as she was in reach and crashed their lips together as they fell back onto the mattress.

She could easily taste herself on Willam’s lips and used it as an excuse to invade Willam’s mouth in an effort to reclaim every last drop until all that remained was distinctly Willam. But even after that, it was a struggle to break free. No part of her wanted to leave Willam’s body even if it was for something as essential as breathing.

But even as she caught her breath, the sight of Willam’s cocky smirk brought out her own snarky personality. Still panting, she taunted, “Pretty good…thought you could’ve made me cum quicker than that though.”

The comment easily wiped the smirk from Willam’s face but as she laughed out a disbelieving, “Bitch”, Alaska took the opportunity to roll them both over until she was on top and promised in mockingly sweet tone, “Now let me show you how it’s done.”

*******

As the hours slipped away, the pair curbed their activities into something more sensual and less rushed until all that remained was a satisfied exhaustion. Collapsing onto the bed in a content heap, they drifted off into a much needed sleep with their bodies barely separating from one another throughout the rest of the night. The following morning they sleepily rose from the bed and clamoured their way into the bathroom for a shared shower. It was here that they came alive once more. The hot spray of water pulled them from their drowsy state as the memories from last night flooded their minds once more. They ought to have talked about what it all meant but neither felt they had the confidence to address the issue in its entirety. Instead they let themselves be content with the lazy, distracted kisses they shared as the water splashed down over them until the chill in the air became too much to ignore.

Yet even after they reemerged and scoured Willam’s closest for a set of comfortable clothes, they still did not bring up the one topic that weighed so heavily on their minds. Certainly they were pushing themselves well past their usual boundaries this morning, nearly as much as they had last night, yet talking about it would make it seem all too real. Like it would shatter this delicate little balance they had awoken to where they were finally comfortable kissing one another. Neither seemed inclined to pull away so they let themselves enjoy these little moments for however long they would last.

The majority of the day was spent in Willam’s apartment in a sort of mock domestic bliss. Fingers would roam over bare skin, lips pressed lightly to one another’s neck, or simply just laying close together on the couch as they watched TV in silence. Their occasional chatter was hardly different than anything they’d talk about on any other day. If they allowed themselves, they could easily believe that nothing had changed but that night as they fell into each other’s arms once again, it was clear that something had. They were careful and methodical in their movements that night, each secretly sure that it’d be their last together. After all tomorrow was Monday and they’d have to leave for work and after that , who knows what would happen? So each let themselves be consumed by their passion and fully focus their attention onto their partner so that no detail would be overlooked or forgotten later on.

As the sun rose the next day, Alaska quietly slipped away from her sleeping friend and returned home to change into her work clothes and head into the office for another busy week. Try as she might, she just couldn’t stop her mind from drifting back to Willam. Should she have awoken Willam and let her know she was leaving? Left a note or text instead?

A constant pang of guilt shot through her heart every time she thought about it but nothing could be done about it now. Certainly Willam was already up by now and had noticed her absence.

And what about what would happen later on when they saw each other again?

Would they pretend it never happened? Continue on with their little charade from the weekend?

…Or would they finally talk about it?

Endless questions circled in her head until she was sick to her stomach with anxiety but thankfully her work day was almost over. Her first instinct was to drive straight to Willam’s apartment but she knew that her work day started later and she wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, if that. So regretfully, Alaska returned home and changed into a comfortable, loose T-shirt and a pair of shorts as she continued to debate what she ought to do.

Perhaps a text later on tonight would be best?

See if Willam wanted to meet up again this week and go from there?

But suddenly she was pulled from her mulling by a knock at her door. It was odd but perhaps a neighbor needed her help with something. Upon answering the door, she was shocked to find Willam standing just beyond the frame. Alaska had given her a key a long time ago along with an open invitation to use it whenever she pleased, so why knock?

But that was only something that distantly echoed in her mind. Too much of her attention was focused on just how happy she was to see Willam standing there. Her heart’s pace had picked up at just the sight and after a moment’s pause she was asking why Willam she was here. But instead of answering, the Willam simply let herself in and shut the door behind her as she stood in front of Alaska in uncomfortable silence. She seemed to be trying her hardest to force herself to say something but nothing came out. Whether it was pride or fear, Alaska was uncertain but deep down she was sure she knew why Willam had shown up unannounced.

As Willam’s eyes darted to the ground in a sort of angry, self-conscious embarrassment, Alaska’s suspicions seemed to be confirmed.

Wasting no more time, Alaska’s hands were cupping Willam’s cheeks as she reconnected their lips for a heartfelt kiss. The gesture was immediately returned and like a weight falling away from her shoulders, the tension in Willam’s body disappeared as she melted into Alaska’s touch. Hands were wrapped possessively around Alaska’s waist as she was pulled in closer until even a sheet of paper couldn’t have been forced between the two bodies.

Almost like they had done this a thousand times before, the pair fell into Alaska’s bed and laid claim to one another once more.

For all of their hesitancy and uncertainty over what their situation meant, this behavior became quite frequent over the following weeks. Neither spoke a word of it to their friends, not even a mention of their very first kiss, yet their habitual hookups quickly came to rest in the forefront of their minds whenever they went out together. This was especially true if they happened to go out with any friends that were already a couple, such as Courtney and Bianca.

Despite the intention of trying to keep up the facade that everything was the same as it always had been; a noticeable air of awkwardness was prevalent between Willam and Alaska, particularly whenever the couple across from them would exchange any sign of affection for one another. For her part, Alaska just wasn’t sure how to act around Willam. She wanted to be able to hold hands with her or at least sit closer together, but Willam was reluctant to make any physical contact in the presence of their friends. She flinched away with a startled look in her eyes every time Alaska’s hand would brush against her body. Usually this was followed up by a concerned glance towards their companions to figure out exactly how much they saw. Her only relief in this situation was that Courtney and Bianca typically spent their time focused on taunting one another relentlessly, such was the case at dinner tonight. After only five minutes it was clear to Alaska that Willam wanted to show no physical interaction, just barely falling short of verbally denying her in front of everyone in the restaurant, and that realization stung more than anything.

Why would Willam be so concerned with hiding this? Especially from Bianca and Courtney, two of their closest friends?

Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stop a dejected aura from permeating her mood from that moment forward. Things seemed to come to a head as Willam tried to subtly increase the distance between their chairs. It had become so obvious that even Courtney commented on it between trading playful jabs with Bianca or running a teasing fingertip across her partner’s bare leg. Bianca would side-eye her every time but of course that particular look only earned an innocent, 'whatever is the matter’ expression from Courtney. And despite how sweetly the blonde might bat her lashes, absolutely no one was fooled, especially her girlfriend.

This behavior led Willam and Alaska to believe that the couple’s attention was focused solely on one another. So when the inquiry was finally made, both were completely caught off guard.

Despite her previously occupied thoughts, Courtney’s tone was quite pointed as she tried to pry out an answer from the pair in front of her. Even a quick glance in Bianca’s direction confirmed that she too had noticed the odd behavior and wanted to know the reason behind it. While Bianca stared keenly into Alaska’s eyes with a near accusing look settling across her face, Willam was quick to jump in with an adamant denial that anything was wrong. Despite her huffing in irritation at the question, there was a harsh blush growing across her cheeks.

Still Courtney was persistent in getting an actual answer. She was convinced, and rightfully so, that something was off between the two of them yet she just couldn’t figure out just what it was…at least not yet. Her immediate assumption was a fight of some kind, probably instigated by Willam, and proceeded to direct the majority of her probing in Willam’s direction.

Likely she would have pushed the topic well into the evening had not the waiter interrupted by bringing out their food just a few minutes later. By this time, Alaska, and even Willam to a degree, were shifting uncomfortably beneath Courtney’s insistent questioning. Even Bianca was becoming bored after her girlfriend’s attention had slipped away from their flirty bickering. Taking the arrival of their meals as a useful distraction, Bianca was quick to point out the almost sexual gleam Courtney held in her eyes as she gazed at the food on her plate. Immediately Courtney fell into defending herself and off the pair went into exchanging another round of playful taunts.

Thankful for the distraction, Alaska shot Willam a relieved look but even though she was no longer subject to Bianca’s shrewd gaze, Alaska still felt all too exposed at the moment. There was an overwhelming sense that if she spoke just one wrong word then somehow the couple across from her would put two and two together and realize that Willam and Alaska had begun a sexual and apparently secret relationship. For the rest of the night, Alaska barely felt able to look Willam in the eye, at least until their friends had left their company to head back to their apartment.

Following that uncomfortable exchange during their night out with Courtney and Bianca, Willam took more care to keep up appearances around the rest of their friends. It hurt that she would go so far as to all but deny that she had a physical relationship with Alaska but after all…wasn’t Alaska pretty much doing the same thing as well?

She wasn’t going as far with her efforts to keep their relationship quiet but really, who had she told?

Absolutely no one.

Not that she even knew how to bring it up.

But still…at least some of their friends deserved to know, especially since her and Willam’s new friends-with-benefits arrangement could potentially impact them down the line as well. Not that either planned nor wanted things to get messy…but still, if things did go south, how would they explain it to their friends?

No. It was better not to think about that.

Alaska would rather think about anythingother than what she would do after Willam found someone else to hook up with. True, their time alone together had become something almost domestic with skimpy dresses and clubbing being exchanged for modest outfits (well, modest for Willam) and lazy activities chosen just so they’d have an excuse to be around one another. But still…even with this new, almost romantic level being added to their relationship, Alaska was all too aware that they were not actually dating.

Sure, it might seem like that and just maybe she let herself indulge in the fantasy that it was true, if only for a night every now and then. But the reality of it was, this was truly nothing more than casual hooking up. Yes, some of their activities outside the bedroom could be seen as dates, but were they really?

Of course not.

She and Willam had always spent time together; whether it was idly chatting the day away in one of their apartments, taking carefree walks around the city, or even just window shopping and trading sarcastic comments on the hideous fashion trends on display.

They’d always been close and it was only the addition of a sexual relationship that made this all seem like something more romantic and meaningful than what it actually was. Alaska just had to accept that, no matter how much it stung. She just needed to learn to be content with the relationship as it was because as much as she hated to admit it, it wasn’t going to come to anything more. In fact, if she tried to push it in that direction, Willam would likely call the whole thing off in favor of returning to anonymous hookups with random clubbers once again. Something far more likely to remain NSA than this.

So Alaska opted just to keep her mouth shut regarding their new dynamic and simply enjoy the physical aspect for as long as she could until Willam eventually moved on. But still…Alaska was free to dream that things could be different, right?

There were even a few instances of late that made her wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was perhaps another deeper layer that existed on Willam’s part. Maybe one that even Willam wasn’t aware of yet.

The most recent bout of this internal debate presented itself after a rather emotional liaison they shared in the past week. The catalyst revolved around a lunch outing during a particularly stressful day at work. Alaska had multiple project deadlines coming up and all of her timeline goals seemed to be delayed for one reason or another. She had completely forgotten that they had made lunch plans that day until Willam had called her to ask if she was coming outside or if Willam was supposed to come in to pick her up.

Alaska’s mind drew a complete blank for a few seconds until she realized with a groan that yes, they had made lunch plans and yes, she had totally forgotten about it despite the notification blaring across her calendar. Sounding rather hurt that she had forgotten, Willam suggested, “If you’re busy, we can do this another-”

“No!” Alaska insisted with an increased sense of urgency as she snatched up her purse and rushed out to meet Willam in the parking lot. “I want to go out today! I just forgot to check my calendar this morning,” she lied with an internal wince.

“Okay,” came the clearly unconvinced response. “I’ll see you in a minute.”

With that the call ended and quicker than she would have moved for any other person, Alaska was racing across the lobby and out the main entrance towards the visitor’s lot. It was almost too easy for her to spot Willam’s car, since she tended to forgo the actual marked spaces and just park wherever she could get closest to the building. Typically that meant stopping half inside the pedestrian walkway or simply just parked in the middle of a row. More than once she’d been honked at to move but all that earned the other driver was a middle finger extended high into the air.

Today, as expected, Willam had pulled up right along the sidewalk…as well as several inches into the crosswalk, causing two employees to be forced to walk around her car on their way to the main lobby.

Alaska practically sprinted across the concrete to meet her friend and apologized once more for forgetting their plans. She expected Willam to shrug it off and begin driving away to the restaurant but instead she stayed put and questioned her in a mildly concerned tone, “You sure you wanna go to lunch right now? You seem pretty caught up-”

“I do!” Alaska promised empathically, “I really do…It’ll be a nice break, just spending time with you.”

A hint of color rose to Willam’s cheeks but she didn’t say anything more on the subject. With a simple nod of the head, Willam’s attention turned back to driving out of the lot. The fidgety little twitches in her fingers or squirming in her seat did not go unnoticed by Alaska, but she reasoned that perhaps Willam was still having her doubts about their lunch plans. It was unlike her to dwell on such a topic for so long but then again, it wasn’t often that Alaska would completely forget their plans like this. But in the end neither said another word until they arrived at the restaurant.

Their meal together was casual and relaxed although Alaska’s thoughts tended to wander back to the mountain of paperwork and emails waiting for her at the office. For the most part, she was able to distance herself from her work and focus on the conversation with Willam but there was still a persistent nagging in the back of her mind about all she left behind. But it was such a relief to finally be able to talk about something other than business goals or project requirements. Though at some point towards the end of their meal, Alaska had begun to suspect that the real reason she was enjoying her lunch so much was simply because of who she was with, rather than their topic of interest.

Willam had the unique ability to turn even the dullest conversation into a reason for Alaska to smile. Whether it be through interesting opinions or snide off-color remarks, more often than not, Alaska was with her sides aching from laughing so hard. Before the meal was even half over, it was as if a load of tension had been released from Alaska’s body, even if her mind still felt as if it were clenched inside a watertight clamp. In all, there wasn’t a single second of their outing that Alaska regretted, even if her time arguably would have been better spent pursuing updates on her various projects.

As they paid for their meal, a wave of afternoon tiredness hit her like a ton of bricks but Alaska was dead set on ignoring that feeling. A bit of coffee would soon push that drowsiness away and then she’d be ready to dive back into her work. Yet oddly enough, when Willam drove them back to the office, she didn’t steer her car up to the front of the building as she normally would have done. Instead, she took an immediate detour to the very back of the employee parking lot where very few cars ever seemed to stay for long.

Alaska shot her friend a look of confusion but wasting little time with subtleties, Willam let out a heavy sigh of, “Alright, bitch, what’s up with you today? It’s not like you to forget our lunch plans. Spill it.”

She sounded…hurt, Alaska noticed. Though there was just barely a noticeable tone of pain in her voice, Willam’s eyes were quick to betray her true feelings. She seemed upset but for exactly what reason, Alaska could only speculate.

Rather guiltily, the  Alaska tore her sight away from Willam’s and darted her eyes down towards the fingers that had begun fiddling with the hem of one of her long sleeves. The little button holding the cuff together was a welcome distraction for her fidgeting as Alaska tried to search her mind for an answer to ease Willam’s concerns. But as she struggled and failed to come up with a reasonable excuse, her thoughts were quickly swept away as she felt one of Willam’s hands wrap around hers in order to cease her nervous gesture.

Using a gentle tone very few had ever chanced to hear from her, Willam urged her friend softly, “Hey…talk to me.”

Rather reluctantly, Alaska began to voice a refusal stating that she didn’t want to burden Willam with the details of her work, but Willam was adamant.

“I want to hear,” she insisted.

Alaska’s heart was clenching tightly in her chest as she began a very general explanation of the problems she was facing with her projects. Yet despite her intentions to keep her complaints vague; before long she was delving into every little detail and finally giving voice to all of her frustrations until she felt ready to tear out her hair.

She blamed Willam’s open and earnest expression as she listened to Alaska’s ranting for why she had gotten so explicit and worked up like few had ever witnessed. With someone so willing to listen and just let her be honest about everything she was facing, it was hard to hold anything back once she truly got started. Although she was certain Willam only understood a fraction of what she was talking about, it was nice, cathartic even, to be able to have a human sounding board for her issues…One she didn’t work with anyway.

Coming upon the end of her bitchfest, Alaska concluded with, “And I have no clue if we’re even going to make the deadline now but everyone is looking to me to keep things moving but I just can't if these other teams won’t work with me! They keep telling me about all these issues after I have to force it out of them with multiple emails and threatening to CC their managers and it's just not fair !”

Quite defeated, her voice cracked as she glanced to Willam with a desperate look in her eyes, “I’m only one person…I can’t do all this by myself.”

Nodding in understanding, Willam leant forward to place a quick, calming kiss to Alaska’s lips before retreating back just far enough to whisper, “You’re right. It’s not fair. Not that they’re expecting you to do all this on your own…but I know you can do it.”

Inching her body even closer, Willam promised in a low voice, “And your bosses must think you’re capable of this otherwise they wouldn’t have trusted it all to you…You’re so smart and resourceful…you’re gonna figure it out, I promise. You’re doing your best and that’s all anyone can ask of you but I know this is something you can handle, even if its tough right now.”

Alaska was at a loss for what to say. Hearing such a compliment from anyone would have been enough to render her speechless but the fact that it was Willam? Someone known to awkwardly back out of the room like it were filled with victims of the plague once anyone started talking about their emotions? Someone who had more than once told their friends to ‘Suck it up!’ after bitching about a bad day at work?

It was enough to set her cheeks ablaze as she struggled to make any sort of intelligible sentence form in her head.

Finally, after darting her eyes away to collect her composure, she murmured in appreciation, “Thank you.”

Carefully tilting Alaska’s face back to hers, Willam flashed her a genuine smile and assured her, “I mean it. I have faith in you that you’ll figure it out.”

With that the pair shared another sweet kiss, one that left Alaska’s fingers tangled in Willam’s hair in a desperate effort to keep her from pulling away. It felt like so much more had been said with just that one action and neither felt quite willing to return to work after that. But responsibility won out and the two pried themselves away from one another in order to finish out their work day. Before leaving they exchanged a strong promise to see each other again tonight and as quickly as they were able to, they found their way to Alaska’s bed.

She wanted to thank Willam for what she had said earlier, for giving her the strength and resolve to tackle her work head on.

She wanted to repay her in the most expressive way she could think of. One that would show Willam just how grateful she was to have her in her life and how thankful she was to have Willam’s support.

Every ounce of her attention was singularly focused on Willam’s pleasure that night as she slipped inside of her partner with the strap-on that Willam had loved so much. More than any other toy they had tried using in their time together, this was the one Willam preferred and to show her appreciation, Alaska would gladly use it all night if that was what Willam had wanted. Anything she asked for was granted in an instant, whether it be a gentle tug on her hair, a light scratch down the length of her back and arms, or even just one more kiss despite the fact that Willam was barely able to catch her breath as it was…all of it, Alaska willingly and eagerly gave to her.

She was sure to leave no area untouched as she kissed her way across every inch of exposed skin that she could reach. Willam was writhing beneath her, so close and still begging for all that she could handle, and Alaska simply wanted to give it all to her. Her thrusts were as hard or soft as Willam demanded, as fast or as slow as she wanted until finally Willam slipped over the edge. As her body shook from the strength of her orgasm, Alaska intertwined their fingers together with one hand as the other brushed away the stray locks sticking to the sweat that had formed on Willam’s forehead. A series of gentle kisses were placed up her partner’s neck as Willam tried to catch her breath and reform some kind of coherent thought pattern.

Once it seemed as though she were breathing more easily, Alaska slipped the toy out and worked her lips down Willam’s body until she had dipped just below her stomach. With a glance up for approval, Willam gave a slight nod and soon Alaska’s mouth was at work once again. She began with carefully licking away the flavored lube that had been spread across Willam’s inner thighs and gradually inched ever closer to the most sensitive part of Willam’s anatomy.

She tried to remain considerate of just how sensitive Willam must be at the moment but the squirming and soft whines for more were all the encouragement she needed to move forward. Tentative licks became more deliberate as she pushed her tongue past Willam’s folds to lap at the mess she had made. All the mewls falling from Willam’s lips made the experience so much more of a turn on for Alaska. If she could have, she’d have given all that she had to relive this night forever.

But soon a broken call of her name filled the apartment and Alaska pulled away to look at her lover. Willam was an utter wreck as she lay on the bed; any trace of eyeliner she’d been wearing earlier was smeared into the glittery mess that was her eyeshadow and half extended down the expanse of her cheeks. Her beachy curls were tangled to hell and spread almost like a halo onto the pillow beneath her. But perhaps Alaska’s favorite sign of their night together was the littering of lipstick and darkening love bites she’d left scattered across Willam’s body. It was almost as if she were laying a physical claim to Willam; one that only they would ever see or know about.

Resuming her position overtop of her partner, they shared another passionate liplock. As the pair broke apart, Alaska panted out a question asking if Willam wanted to continue. The agreement was almost immediate, something that easily brought a pleased smile to the younger blonde.

With little resistance from her partner she rolled their bodies over until Willam was sitting just over top of Alaska’s legs with the strap-on standing straight up before her. Willam looked a bit confused by the change in position, at least until Alaska let out a seductive whisper of, “Wanna see you riding me for a bit…not fair to have me doing all the work, now is it?”

With that invitation, the pair began their activities once again. Neither was quite sure of the time when they finally called it quits. It must’ve been rather late or perhaps their exhaustion just made it seem that way. Each felt like they were practically on autopilot as they cleaned themselves off and slipped between the covers to lay nestled together until the next morning. Alaska’s final thoughts were a reflection of just how right it felt to have Willam in her arms and how desperately she wished that the older woman would return her affections one day.

******

But despite Alaska’s occasional wondering if Willam could ever harbor the same feelings towards her, at the end of each of her musings, she remained sure that the answer was ultimately going to be 'no.’

Sure, Willam might’ve been a bit more soft with her than anyone else but it was only because they were best friends. There wasn’t anything deeper aside from their now physical relationship. Any additional emotional attachment was just her wishful thinking. Her longing for something deeper and more substantial with Willam.

And after nearly 4 months of trying to hide their arrangement and her feelings regarding Willam, Alaska was sure some of their friends suspected something was going on between them. A number of the couples had tried their best to curb their curiosity but a few had made some subtle inquiries to try and work out the depth of their relationship. Courtney was perhaps the most blatant, seeming intent on probing the pair with a number of carefully worded questions whenever they were together until a few too many kicks to the shin forced her to stop. More than once she had complained about a growing bruise on her leg but both Bianca and Willam, the latter with her cheeks starting to burn, told her quite mercilessly that it was her own fault.

During the instances where they had gone out with Raja and Manila, those inquiries were now replaced with looks of pity and sympathy. Manila often reached over and took ahold of Alaska’s hand as she gave her friend a reassuring smile but the gesture simply left Alaska’s head spinning in a state of confusion. Raja was a bit like Bianca in that she would shoot knowing glances towards the pair, Willam in particular, but all that seemed to earn was the contempt of the dirty blonde. Usually by the time their outing was over, Willam’s arms were crossed in annoyance and she’d be huffing out that she was ready to leave. Raja would typically roll her eyes and again the pair would descend into a round of nonverbal communication that always seemed to end with Willam pulling Alaska away into the night.

Once or twice, Alaska tried to ask what all was going on but Willam stubbornly refused to answer. Annoyingly, she’d usually just deny that anything had happened despite the oh so obvious fact that Alaska was there to witness it. So rather quickly, Alaska learned to leave well enough alone and stopped asking questions.

But still that didn’t ease the discontent of her stomach nor the clenching of her heart. At the times when their friends’ focus was solely on their partners, Alaska was left to feel like the odd person out. Both the subtle and blatant show of affection the couples displayed caused her stomach to flip and her heart to drop. Even just a simple intertwining of fingers left Alaska dwelling in a state of pathetic jealousy and loneliness. Raja and Manila were the worst offenders of this; the two just couldn’t seem to keep their hands off one another but there were times when Bianca and Courtney were almost as bad.

Though it was much rarer, the pair usually preferring just to taunt each other or let a few stray fingers slip across their partner’s skin in a not so modest manner, there were a few occasions when they would exchange a meaningful kiss or hold on tightly to one another’s hand as if daring the world to throw whatever it could at them. On the days when Courtney was craving more than their usual brand of playful insults, Bianca was more than willing to pull her girlfriend into her arms and leave a random trail of kisses across her neck and cheek. During these instances, thankfully few and far between, it would practically take the outbreak of a war to pry the pair’s attention away from one another.

Though that meant no questions about Willam and Alaska’s state of affairs, having to remain witness to that undeniably close bond she would never experience left Alaska feeling utterly miserable. And tonight’s dinner date seemed to be leading in that direction. Both Bianca and Courtney’s eyes had grown soft that night as they gazed at one another until even Willam was shifting uncomfortably in her seat. It felt as though she and Alaska were third wheeling, though the expectation for this night was just supposed to be a simple meal at the cafe and later perhaps a walk around the city.

A few glances were exchanged between Willam and Alaska, usually of rolling eyes or gagging expressions, but Alaska’s heart just wasn’t in it. Every second that passed was compounding her loneliness until finally after watching Courtney and Bianca share a short but sweet peck on the lips, Alaska abruptly stood up and excused herself for a smoke break.

It was common knowledge that she had given up smoking a long time ago but every so often she’d give into temptation if the stressors of her life proved to be too great. Thankfully she always seemed to have at least a half empty pack of cigarettes in her purse but today as she dug through her belongings, it became clear that that was all that she had. There was absolutely no lighter to be found anywhere; not in the side pockets nor hidden amongst the other random collection of crap she had shoved into her purse at one point or another.

Slumping against the wall of the restaurant in defeat, Alaska felt close to crying. Though the setback was minor and arguably the best thing for her health that could have happened, she found herself biting back a slew of tears that had pooled in the corners of her eyes. Whether it was fate taking a hand or just her friend’s typical concerned nature; Willam came racing out of the restaurant just a minute or so after her and soon discovered Alaska in a state of distress.

Rushing to her side, she asked what was wrong and utterly refused to believe Alaska’s excuse of simply lacking a lighter as the cause for blame. She knew Alaska far too well for that and had little patience for the bullshit lie the blonde had tried to feed her.

No.

Alaska might have times where she got into a mood over little things but there wasalways an underlying reason. Something far more meaningful than just forgetting a lighter at home and Willam refused to give up on the subject until Alaska told her what was wrong.

The prodding was relentless as Alaska held onto her story quite admirably but as was expected, she eventually broke down. Feeling a single, warm tear falling down her cheek, she finally revealed the source of her frustration. Her voice cracked as she struggled to keep herself calm but before she could stop herself, she was all but screaming at Willam, “I’m sorry, I just-I want what they have, okay?”

Willam looked stunned but once started, Alaska just couldn’t stop. Like a flow of verbal diarrhea, she cried out, “I want to be able to tell our friends about us, what we’re doing. Like we aren’t ashamed of it-just…”

The voice in the back of her mind screamed at her stop but she was unable to hold her feelings back any longer. She had to tell Willam how she really felt…even if it meant possibly losing everything. She just couldn’t stand hiding anything any longer. With a pained desperation in her voice, she stressed, “I want to be able to hold hands. Kiss in front of them…even just…sitting closer together…I know you don’t want that kind of relationship but I… I do !”

The tears she previously held back were starting to slide down her cheeks but the state of her makeup was the least of her concerns. In one last hushed whisper, she admitted, “I hate acting like we’re keeping some kind of dirty little secret from our friends. I want to tell them…about us. Whatever this is.”

Having finally confessed her greatest secret, she looked to her friend for some kind of reaction. The look of shock and overwhelming confusion on Willam’s face was like nothing she had seen before. She could practically see the gears turning inside of Willam’s head as she digested everything she just heard but strangely Willam was absolutely silent. The mere fact that she had nothing to say immediately, whether it be good or bad, concerned Alaska. Already she was starting to regret letting everything spill out but it was too late now. There was no coming back from this.

After a minute or two with almost no response from Willam, Alaska’s resolve broke and hesitantly she spoke to her friend, “Will?…I’m sorry…Can you say something? Please?”

Blinking in confusion, Willam seemed to withdraw from her headspace just a little at the sound of Alaska’s voice. There was a moment where she forced back a heavy swallow before asking in trepidation, “You…want all of that-”

“Yes-”

“With… me ?” The tone of disbelief Willam held was absolutely astonishing. Like she just couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that someone, anyone could ever want that kind of relationship with her.

And Alaska was hardly any better off. How could Willam not believe that she was worth all of that? Barely able to keep her voice low, Alaska affirmed emphatically, “Yes! Wha-Why wouldn’t I?”

A strange look passed across Willam’s face. There was a mix of emotions, too many to be able to distinguish all at once but one that stuck out, really, really stuck out, was that of reproach. Willam looked to be biting back something that she wanted to say and Alaska’s patience snapped. Feeling broken, frazzled, and just kind of miserable, she let out a helpless huff of “What?”

“‘Lask,” Willam began quietly as her eyes turned to the ground, “…you…you know you can do better than me, right?”

“What?” Alaska cried out incredulously.

Running her hand across her bare arm, Willam explained, “I mean…That’s why-I kinda thought you knew that already…” Her voice dipped into a register so soft that Alaska strained to hear properly, but just barely she could make out, “I thought that you were just waiting till you, I don’t know, found someone who actually deserved you.”

The moment their gazes reconnected, Alaska felt like there was a sudden moment of clarity like none she had ever experienced before. Her heart felt ready to leap from her chest as it filled to the brim with the realization that her feelings were in fact returned. Though Willam had not said it in so many words, Alaska just knew what she meant.

Stepping closer, Alaska’s eyes and voice had grown soft as she reassured her lover, “Will…you’re not perfect-” a look of indignation and warning immediately swept over Willam’s face and recognizing the poor wording, Alaska continued on to stress, “-but neither am I. There’s no one else I want to be with…All of this,” she gestured to the open space between them, “ … was everything I ever wanted. No one else can make me laugh like you can. No one else makes me feel so cared for and supported…and no one else can put up with my tantrums or whining like you.”

Shaking her head, Willam tried to argue “You don’t-”

“I do,” Alaska interrupted with a knowing smile, “You know I do. The point is, you’re the only one I want to be with. The only one I’ve ever wanted to show off to our friends…”

It finally seemed like her words were truly reaching Willam but still she had to ask, “Really?”

There was a desperate kind of hope in her voice, as well as on her face, one that Alaska recognized all too well. They were far more similar in that regard than she had ever thought but now that she understood all that Willam felt towards her, it made it that much easier to reassure her, “ Really .”

Alaska’s hand came up to brush her fingers through Willam’s loose curls as the older woman still tried to fully convince herself of all that Alaska had said. Trying her best to regain that confident disposition she was known for, Willam struggled to find the words admit to Alaska, “I…I want…”

A fond smile stretched across Alaska’s lips as she guessed what Willam was trying to say. Sharing her feelings was not her strong point, it never was, but Alaska could read everything she needed to know just from Willam’s eyes. Silencing her partner with a quick kiss, she assured Willam that she didn’t have to say anything, she already knew what Willam meant.

But still, despite this newfound understanding, Alaska needed to ask before they went back inside the restaurant, “Can we tell them about us? Courtney and Bianca, at least? Just for now?”

Shaking her head with her own tears stinging at the corners of her eyes, Willam pecked Alaska’s lips once more and laughed out, “No. I want to tell everyone.“

#rpdr fanfiction #albatross #willaska #bitney #rajila #alaska thunderfuck #willam belli #courtney act #bianca del rio #raja gemini #manila luzon #fluff #angst #smut #friends to lovers #submission

[pillowfluffs]

Pouty!Changkyun

Pairing: Changkyun X Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: I don’t even need to say it (fluff if you’re new)

Author’s Note: this is short but I saw this on Instagram and it was too cute and I literally started and did the majority of this story in one day and ahh wefweif I love it so I hope you enjoy it! This is basically a heart healing story for those who read You Promised!Changkyun since that story was very angsty!

You walked hand in hand with your love, Changkyun approaching the somewhat crowded mall, both wearing couples' matching jeans and white shirt. Today was the first day in a few weeks where Changkyun was able to have a free day with no practices or recordings or anything idol related. Today he was your Changkyun than the group’s maknae, I.M. The sky was clear with some white fluffy clouds here and there, the sun reflected off some of the glass that majority of the mall was constructed of. The automatic sliding doors opened as the two of you approached it, triggering its sensor. A cool breeze of air blew into your faces from the air conditioning running throughout the mall. Soft music played over the speakers, filling your ears’ along with the hum of chatter from everyone as they walked to and fro from stores. 

“Are there any stores you want to in particular first?” Changkyun looked at you as the two of you walked slowly, approaching the lineup of stores as they were side by side. The light from the windows on the ceiling of the mall reflected off of him, making it seem as if he was an angel. The light made his light brown hair seem even lighter, accentuating his somewhat pale and melanin skin. 

“Mmm, I don’t think so... I remembered I wanted to buy some art stuff but I’m not in a rush so we can just get it when we walk past the store.” You wanted to buy some watercolor paper and the actual watercolor paint and brushes needed. You drew a wolf poster for Changkyun for his birthday coming up but he didn’t know that. You were an art student at university so he assumed this was just as a small side project or assignment of school, thinking nothing too big of it. “What time is it?” You realized the two of you woke up rather late and left later. The mall seemed empty even though it was the weekend. 

“It’s.” The two of you paused in your tracks as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. “Shoot, my phone’s dead,” he sighed. “I forgot to charge it after last night..” He recalled to yesterday evening, you spent the night with the boys at the dorm. The eight of you had put on your onesies, yours being a fox. How you were able to convince the boys to do it through they had a long practice earlier that day, you didn’t know yourself. Hyunwoo had called and ordered shaved ice to be delivered to their dorms, beginning the most fun night they had aside from their concerts. Music was blasting through their dorms along with small disco-strobe lights. All of you had danced around the dorm in animal onesies, eating shaved ice; life was good, simple, there were no pressures of perfect idols looming over them or the pressure of being successful after university crushing you. 

“Do you wanna go back to the dorms so you can charge your phone?” You looked up into his dark brown eyes. You were down with anything so you didn’t mind greatly if you guys had to leave at this moment. You would have to go out on your own to get your materials. 

“No, it’s okay. We just got here. We’ll just have to stick even closer,” he teased, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, squeezing you closer to him. “Let’s wander!” You two walked down and through the line of stores, trying on clothes and making each other laugh by finding the most ridiculous articles of clothing, making the other wear it. It was almost like a competition to see who could make the other look the worst. There were no limits; you even made Changkyun put on a bra and dress with high heels. He got his revenge, however, picking out the most cringey motif-quoted shirts and the most ridiculous shorts or skirt, or whatever it was. The two of you did buy clothes from the actual stores though so it didn’t seem you two were shoplifting or anything (this is an actual thing I feel when I go into a store and don’t buy anything asdlkdaslj) Changkyun and you had bought some clothes from hoodies and shirts from M&H, some summer clothes from Forever 22, and more. Time had gone by, slowly beginning to get late, getting closer to closing time. Since it was the weekend, the mall closed earlier than weekdays. The two of you had walked through all three levels of the mall, even stopping in the food court for milkshakes.

“Oo, the art store!” Changkyun adored seeing your eyes literally light up when you saw something or you were doing something you were enjoying. He smiled feeling your hand squeezing against his as you began pulling him towards the large art store. It was like heaven for you; you could spend hours wandering through every aisle, finding something that intrigued you. Changkyun once even had to take you away since you almost blew all your money on the things you wanted. He told the members many funny and interesting adventures of following you through the art store; how you spent almost an entire hour in one single-aisle; the drawing supplies. The long aisle was filled with sketchbooks of numerous variations, watercolor, sketching, coloring, as well as materials needed from color pencils to sketching pencils and special kneading erasers (which aren’t the best tbh but that’s just me). 

“Wait, I’m going to use the bathroom.” Changkyun walked toward the bathroom to the left of the entrance of the store. “I’ll be right back.” He walked off towards the bathroom, leaving you there. You stood outside, sipping on the last bit of your milkshake, looking around, anticipating when he would come back until there you saw it. You walked directly towards your favorite aisle; the art and sketch aisle. You had coupons on your phone since you were a member, but there was an all store discount, making this the best day, and the best haul you will ever have. You grabbed an empty basket and began putting things into your basket, wandering deeper and deeper into the store, completely forgetting about Changkyun’s absence. Your basket slowly became fuller and fuller as you walked, roaming with your eyes wide, scanning at anything and everything that caught your eye. You made a mental note to come back next time in the future to get this brand of something than that, remembering to find a coupon for another thing so you could try a new project in the future. You now stood at the farthest corner of the large store, looking at yarns, contemplating making one since the old ones you made were fraying. Plus, you hadn’t knitted in a while so it’d be fun. Your happiness and focus on the yarns you were contemplating buying was interrupted by an announcement over the PA system. 

Changkyun emerged from the bathroom after a minute or two with his hands in hand. He looked around to where he saw you last, to a somewhat surprise, seeing you gone. He sighed, resting his hands on his hips. “What am I going to do with them?” He chuckled to himself as he began walking past aisles, scanning down them for your presence. He began to see why you liked the art store so much considering if he were you, he would spend hours here as well. Peculiar trinkets and art supplies caught his eye, some being so weirdly shaped, he questioned their purpose. He began to walk down the row of aisles a bit faster until he realized he was at the end. “How did they move so fast? Where did they go?” He was now slightly concerned. Knowing you, your mind would be completely blank in here, except for your list of buying things.

After walking past the tall aisles filled with art supplies, he walked towards the front of the registers. “There’s only one thing left I can do..” He sighed, knowing he was going to be slightly embarrassed. As he approached a closed register, a large metal bin of large stuffed animals caught his eye. “Oo, I’ll take you,” his voice was playful as he picked out his champion out of the various animals. He made his way to the register to ask his request and pay, making the lady open her lane. 

“Would Y/N Y/L/N, please report to register 10 to pick up your child.” A lady over the speakers called you, confusing you. You couldn’t choose just one and chose both yarns, tossing them into your now mostly full basket.

“Child?” Confusion washed over you as you began walking towards the entrance of the store where the registers were. You walked past more things, slowing down to stop and look again, but you had to restrict yourself. “Next time..” It pained you to turn away from something that just looked so interesting to you. You wanted to have it yourself to try to make something out of it, though what you had in your basket was enough, more than enough. 

Changkyun watched in amusement, but content as you began to walk towards him with confusion plastered on your face, but you, of course, didn’t see him due to his friend. He bit his lip, trying not to confront you, not yet. “Keep it together...” he told himself.

You arrived towards register 10, almost all the other register lanes completely empty since it was near closing time. You approached the lady at the register with your basket and began putting your items on the conveyor belt. “My child?” You tilted your head to the side, watching her as she continued scanning. The taller and older employee glanced toward the bench against the wall. 

“Your baby!” Changkyun sat on the bench, pouting as he pressed his face into a large white seal stuffed animal. “OHHHHHH That CHILD!” You yelled in your head. Your mouth created an ‘O’ shape as you approached Changkyun. “Kyun, I’m so sorry, oh my gosh. I’m so sorry!” You repeatedly pressed kisses on his face as you stood between his separated legs as he continued to hold the large stuffed animal. 

He pouted, the corners of his lips pointed downwards as his lower lip was pushed out. He seemed not too pleased despite your apologies, but deep down you knew he wasn’t truly mad at you. “I bought myself a friend since you abandoned me..” He shook his head as he glanced from you to his new friend.

You smiled as you looked down at him. You held his face in your hands, pushing his cheeks together and making him look chubby with cuteness. “I’m sorry Changkyun. Will you please forgive me?” You knelt down, looking into his eyes. You folded your hands together, giving your own puppy eyes towards him which was his kryptonite. 

He felt his heart beating faster and melting all at once, staring into your eyes. He drew his lips into a straight line, looking back to his new soft friend. “Do you think we can forgive them?” He then brought the stuffed animal to his ear as if it was really talking to him. “We’ll forgive you, but we demand more kisses.” 

“Of course, I’m sorry.” You stood up, holding his face once again before you pressed your lips against his. 

He could feel you smiling against his lips, making him smile until he remembered where you two were. He broke the kiss, his cheeks slightly red. “Go pay, let’s go back to the dorm..” He quirked, raising an eyebrow and winking at you. 

You watched him as you now stood at the register, heat rising to your face by the second. You bit your lower lip, containing your laughter. You paid, leaving hand in hand with him, beginning to go home for what you assumed an adventure Changkyun had in mind.

~~~~~

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#monsta x #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x oneshots #monsta x x reader #changkyun #changkyun x reader #changkyun imagines #changkyun scenarios #I.M #i.m x reader #i.m scenarios #i.m imagines #monsta x i.m #monsta x changkyun #changkyun oneshots #lim changkyun

[hillywooddestiel]

Miss One Night Only

Characters: Steve Rogers x reader (sort of), Sam Wilson

Warnings: talk of smut, an awkward situation I guess

Word count: 1.4k

Description: Y/N is her own person and does whatever the hell she wants, no matter what people say. Steve thinks he’s the one that can change all of that…

A/N: Hi! This is for @emilyevanston Marvel Trope Flip Challenge and also to celebrate the birthday of everyone’s favourite star spangled hero. The trope I chose to flip was the one where a person has a lot of one night stands and another person comes along to try and change that. So happy birthday to Steve and enjoy! P.s. this is set around the time just after Age of Ultron xx Marvel Masterlist

Story:

Slut. That’s one of the words people like to use when describing Y/N Y/L/N. Wild child. That’s another one that people use when trying to be a little more friendly about it. Home wrecker. That was just one time. But it doesn’t phase her, not in the slightest. Y/N loves her life. Avenger by day, major club-goer at night. Dancing with a hot guy, showing him some moves on the strobe-lit dance floor, going back to his place for a night of fun. That’s just a standard night.

It’s not meaningless sex. Meaningless would imply that there is no reason for it ergo Y/N might as well have stayed back at the compound. No, there is meaning behind it. For one, it provides much needed stress release- many failed missions have been taken out on handsome strangers. Punching bags can work too, as well as vibrators, but boxing can get a little tedious and batteries always run out eventually. For two, sometimes it’s necessary. Being an Avenger, having a partner and being happy together isn’t really an option. Clint managed it but he’s retired now because of it and he can never be truly sure that no one will come after his family. Sleeping with other people in the compound isn’t ideal either for, at some point, feelings always get involved. Strangers are easy and come with no strings attached (provided that you use protection obviously). And for three, it’s fun. Fact.

Saturday morning. The usual routine. Y/N wakes up in an unfamiliar apartment, stretches, gets dressed into her clothes from the night before and leaves before the other occupant of the bed can wake up. Sometimes she’ll grab a coffee and something for breakfast on her way to the subway. Not today. It’s just after five so it’s a little too early for food plus, if she’s lucky, Sam will have made his secret recipe pancakes for breakfast back at the compound and she’ll be able to nab a few for herself. The train is quiet- the few people that are onboard are either too tired to shoot their disapproving glares or they’re in the same boat. Her car is in the same parking lot where she left it, unscathed thanks to Stark’s defence systems put in place- Y/N’s body processes alcohol much faster than most people so she’s okay to drive each morning after. By the time she’s pulling into her designated parking space, it’s nearly seven. She can see Steve running what is probably his tenth lap of the compound (and he’s not even sweating) and Rhody lagging extremely far behind, out of breath with his sodden t-shirt clinging to his back. Time for a hot shower, she thinks, noting her wrinkled dress and suspecting her makeup will be a hot mess.

A towel wrapped around her head, Y/N follows her nose to the kitchen, mentally planning which toppings to put on her pancakes.

“Mornin’ Bubbles. Pancakes?” Sam offers, a tea towel slung over one shoulder.

“You bet, Tweety Bird.” She hops up onto a barstool as a short stack slides her way. Suddenly ravenous, she loads her plate with bacon and smothers it all with syrup. “Fanks!” she thanks him with a mouthful, some of the sauce dribbling down her chin.

“Pancakes Steve?”

“No thanks.” Steve wanders into the kitchen, grabbing some oatmeal from the cupboard and milk from the fridge.

“So, I guess you met someone nice last night.” Sam changes the topic from food, sitting down to enjoy his own breakfast.

“He was okay. A little full of himself but he could dance. You should join me next time, I’ve seen two or three different girls with Falcon tattoos.”

“Really? Any of them not look desperate?” He jokes, shoveling food into his mouth like somebody might take it away from him.

“Not as desperate as this one girl last night with a Captain America bra on. She was swinging around the dance pole with two mini sequin shields covering her chest.”

“One for each-”

“Uh huh. Very patriotic.”

“I think I’m gonna eat this in my room” Steve pipes up, walking out of the kitchen very quickly. It’s strange behaviour for Steve but it doesn’t faze Sam or Y/N, who continue chatting contently.

EDM blasting through the speakers, Y/N powers through her run on the running machine, watching the raindrops drip down the window. Feeling the burn in her lungs, she grabs her bottle and gulps down water, still running as she does so. Sweat rolls down her back and her cheeks are burning hot from the exercise. When somebody turns off her music, she pauses the machine and slows to a stop, grumbling internally at whoever entered the gym to disturb her.

“What!? Oh hey Steve!” She starts full of hostility but changes when she turns around- had it been an agent who turned her music off, she would have been making them run for the hills. It’s strange; he’s not dressed for a workout or a mission in jeans and a Henley.

“Hey. Can I talk to you?” He approaches as Y/N dries her sweat with a fluffy towel.

“Sure, what’s up? If it’s about the music, I can wear earphones.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Oh. Well then shoot.” She downs the last of her water and takes a seat on one of the benches. Steve takes a seat too, albeit on the opposite end of the bench.

“It’s about you actually.” He begins, taking his damn time getting to the point. “You like to go out clubbing. And that’s fine. I’m used to that. You also like to go home with different people-”

“Where are you going with this Steve? I know you’re a bit traditional sometimes and times have changed and whatever. I’m not doing anything wrong if you’ve come to lecture me.” Y/N sighs with frustration. She hears it all the time. She should settle down. She shouldn’t sleep around: men can but she can’t. She should calm down the partying if she wants a husband. Strangers are some of the most judgmental people around; thinking they know all about your life and what you should do with it. But, she never really thought she would get this trouble from Steve.

“No! No, I’m not… no. I- I'm… you know what? I’ll just go, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Steve stands up quickly and hurries out of the room, not quite fast enough though.

“Hey, no! What is it that you wanted to talk about? You know I hate people keeping secrets from me.” Y/N jumps up after him, moving to grab his arm and turn him back around. She stops him in front of the doors by speeding ahead and blocking the doorway. “Spill it!”

Steve stands for a while, his mouth moving like a drunk goldfish with no words coming out of it.

“Oh my god Steve! Just tell me!” Y/N almost whines, getting very impatient and on the point of walking away. At her outburst, he snaps out of it. Hands on her forearms, he pulls her in and lays his lips on hers. It’s nothing romantic: she’s kind of sweaty and has her eyes open both in shock and confusion. Pulling back, Y/N presses her lips together in thought.

“Sorry… I didn’t know how else to say it. I like you Y/N and, yes, it does sometimes bother me when you go around with strangers all the time.” he explains, letting her go again.

“Um… not what I was expecting, I’ve gotta say.” She laughs nervously. How do you let someone down easy? He’s Mr Commitment and she’s Miss One Night Only. There’s never going to be anything between them. Nothing serious, anyway. “Look, Steve, you’re really sweet and I’m sure you could make a girl very happy. But… I’m not that girl. I don’t plan on settling down anytime soon. I’m sorry.”

“Oh! Well um… that’s okay. I’ll just uh…” he hangs his head down, stepping to the side to leave. Y/N hates to hurt his feelings but at the end of the day, she feels nothing for him in that way. She feels nothing for anyone in that way.

“Hey, Steve!”

“Yeah?” He turns to face Y/N again, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“I may not be that kind of person but… if you’re ever just looking for one night of fun, I’m your girl.”

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[malfoii]

Hooked - Malfoy x Reader Pt 1

Description: First part of a five part series, which I promise to finish and upload asap! 

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“... And being alone — that's so hard. I was alone. And it sent me to a truly dark place. For a long time. Tom Riddle was also a lonely child. You may not understand that, Harry, but I do ..." - Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter and the Curse Child

The morning of June the fifth is one of gray and desolate nature, in which the skies are dark as pitch and the air is full of a quiet, lazy drizzle. It is on this particularly bleak morning, in a brick-stone mansion built large and grand as a wealthy King’s palace, that a baby boy is born into the world.

He is greeted by a sea of fond faces: doting Aunt, stern Father, an old midwife and the best surgeon that money can buy. His home is one of loud splendor: of high vaulted ceilings, marble and oak, of glass chandeliers that twinkle in the candlelight, of golden archways, and crystalline fountains. Upon opening his tiny hooded eyes, the baby lets out a peal of laughter, as if already aware that he’s played his hand in the lottery of birth, and come out with the winning ticket.

Despite, however, the apparent virtue of his disposition, the blond-headed child couldn’t have been born into a life more unfortunate and sorrowful - for both parents were loyalist Deatheaters, and as Draco Malfoy would later come to discover, this came with its fair share of heartbreaks.

For now, though, the boy would be raised well and happy, surrounded by the newest toys, the latest gadgets, submissive servants and elves. He was home-schooled, tutored by the great multitude of accomplished wizards and witches that looked unto his family with praise - and even though he could not legally cast his first spell until the age of twelve, he was expected to be a protege, a great master in his chosen crafts.

Note: The word “chosen” here is used lightly, as from the moment of his birth, Draco was already set upon the path of dark arts and nothing more. It was this fate, already inescapable, that consumed the majority of his childhood - everyday comprised of rigorous studies concerning the Dark Lord, the marvelous history of the purebloods, and of their obvious superiority. Even the most basic of subjects - maths, languages, etc. - were taught in such a way as to prepare him for his inevitable future as a new Death Eater.

Smart, talented and driven, Draco lacked only one thing – friends his own age, people to comfort and keep awake with him when the hours drew dark and young Draco (though he could never admit it) grew fearful of the very things he was raised to believe in. Visions of dementors, their sickly breath fogging the windowpane, would haunt his dreams for years to come.

Sometimes, in this specific nightmare, they would slip through the cracks of the walls and fill the darkness of his room, making horrible, grating noises. Malfoy strained to make out what they were saying. At first, it sounded like incoherent mumbling, like the buzzing of flies by his ears. But slowly, gradually, he began to understand what their raspy whispers, their angry chants: “One of us, one of us, one of us…”

Malfoy woke up in cold sweats.

At the age of eight, he confided in his mother: “My birthday wish? To have a friend - just one, please.”

To which Narcissa was forced to realize, that perhaps, perhaps her efforts to protect her son from all Muggle contact – though with good intention – had gone a bit too far. After all, a boy needed company of children his own age. But, with her family’s judgmental eye watching every action, there was not much that could be done.

And so, Draco’s eighth-year-birthday-wish dwindled into gradual disappointment, forgotten by everyone but the birthday boy himself. As a result, his last three years whilst living at home were increasingly bitter ones, spent in a never ending solitude that stung more and more with each passing day.

At the age of eleven, Draco Malfoy was admitted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - and yet, his hopes of finally meeting this ideal companion - someone who would make the world all right - fell short of reality.

Kindness and decency were not skills ever taught to Draco as a boy, and as result, his first years at Hogwarts were spent in a rather awkward way, with every attempt to make friends ending in quick rejection. The values that his family had imparted onto him - the importance of family names, of bloodlines, etc. - were not, as he soon discovered, the same values held by most other students. In fact, it was these very same values that made his peers believe him “snobbish”, “rude”, “arrogant”, and the very same values that lead to him being (perhaps hyperbolically) one of the most hated students in his year.

Even so, he eventually gained the acquaintanceship of Crabbe and Goyle, two other Slytherins of proper pureblood descent. Unlike most of Hogwarts, they respected his family, laughed at his jokes, and generally followed him around wherever he went. As much as he enjoyed their company, there was no denying that they were, at the very least, a little dull.

It wasn’t until his eleventh year that Draco would meet the person of his dreams, and be absolutely bowled over with how very perfect she was. It is here that the story begins, on a cold, wintry night, at a drunken dormitory party in the Gryffindor house, where the air is full of blasting music, flashing strobe, and the rising stench of alcohol.

It was, actually, this sort of party that Draco despised the most. Everywhere he looks is full of stupid, drunken teenagers, dancing against each other, sweaty skin sliding against sweaty skin. Everything is too loud – an overwhelming cacophony of bad music and high-pitched laughter pounded against his head, to the point where he could scarcely put his thoughts in order. Behind him, Crabbe and Goyle are making awful fools of themselves, guzzling beer from the keg, snorting and making the most sickening of noises as they chug, chug, chug. Not to mention, it’s a Gryffindor party, and Draco Malfoy is more than aware that he wasn’t welcome there. Students of every house and year shoot him dirty looks from time to time, their glares emboldened by the flashing lights.

“Malfoy!” He turns around, to where Goyle has finished his keg and is holding it victoriously above his head. “What’s the matter, man? Why are you just standing there?”

He belches, and tosses the keg away. “Come on, join the party!”

Malfoy winces and shakes his head. “In a moment. You’ll have to… excuse me for now.”

Goyle shrugs, and disappears into the hot tang of crowds, stranding Malfoy alone.

Well, fine. If they don’t want him here, then he has better places to be anyways.

Grabbing his coat from where he left it, Draco steals out of the dormitory and onto the school’s balcony, gasping for fresh air. The icy air strikes him like a knife to the flesh, and he shivers. In a lame attempt to warm himself, he rubs his palms against each other, blowing warm air into his cupped hands before tugging on the winter coat.

It’s frigid outside, and Draco almost re-considers leaving the warmth of the Gryffindor dormitory, when he suddenly catches sight of the silhouette at the railing. It’s a girl, and she stands alone, back towards him, her gaze entranced by the nighttime sky.

Walking closer, Draco recognizes her as (Y/L/n) from his potions class – another pureblood, whose parents are both prominent members of the Ministry. From what little he attention he pays her, Draco knows that she’s intelligent, a dangerous witch to anger, and following fast in her parents’ footsteps as a rising star of the wizarding world. And, what’s more, not so bad looking tonight, clad in a sleeveless red dress (much too short for this weather, he can’t help but notice), black stockings and heels. Maybe tonight won’t be so boring after all.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, she glances over to see the newcomer. At the sight of the blond haired Slytherine, her face sours in a show of disgust. “Draco.” and turns back to gazing vacantly outwards. “The party’s inside, you know.” she gestures towards the door from which he came.

“True, it is.” He smiles coyly, and comes to stop by her side. “But you’re out here. So why would I want to be in there?”

Scoffing, she turns to direct her glare at him. “What do you think you’re doing, Draco?”

“Clearly, I’m standing out here, speaking to the most ravishing girl,” his lips quirk into a smirk, and he leans against the rails.

With a note of irritation, she sighs and moves away. “What do you want?”

“Your company.” His hand flies out to grab her wrist, and pulls her back towards him. “Is that too much to ask?”

For a second, (Y/n) purses her lips in a look of part amusement, part shock. Then, eyes blazing, she leans in until he can feel the heat of her breath upon his face. “You forget yourself.” she whispers, her voice snappish. “You had better remember who your family is, and who mine are. I will not be humiliated by some wannabe Death Eater.”

His grip tightens around her wrist, and he frowns. “I don’t appreciate being talked to that way,” he growls. “You had best show some respect, little girl, before I make you.”

Smirking, she strokes his cheek with her thumb. “And how will you do that? Send Daddy after me?”

Her fingers are ice cold, and Draco jolts at her touch. “Kitten, keep acting like that, and I’ll have to show you.”

Studying his face for any sign of sarcasm, her stare focuses on the dark lust of his eyes. A laugh escapes her lips, and she moves closer still, until she can feel the bulge of his pants against her thigh.

“With all due respect, Draco,” she hums against his ear, and his member quickly hardens, “You absolutely repulse me.”

And with that, she leaves him be, retreating back into the throng of the party.

Draco stands agape, watching her strut away, leaving him alone on the empty balcony.

His heart pounds mercilessly against his ribcage – and with that, Draco knows, he’s hooked.

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To Read List - Ziall

This list is purely for myself to keep track of everything I still want to read. Its gonna change as I actually read though them and find more stuff to add.

Find fics I’ve already read here.

Ziall

playing from the same hand by brokendrums

Niall and Zayn grow closer on the European leg of the Where We Are Tour.

Zayn hums again, low from the base of his chest and Niall’s hand skims down Zayn’s arm six more times, Niall counts them slowly to match his rhythm, before it feels a bit more natural.

"Don’t think Perrie’ll make Paris,” Zayn finally says. And that’s that.

It’s Undoubtedly Love by sunshinexbomb

“So, Zayn Malik likes me,” Niall repeats, strumming subconsciously at the guitar that’s still in his hand. “Does he really like me, like me, like me? Do you think he does?” he sings to the same tune as before.

Liam and Louis both shrug. “Dunno, but that’s what he said. What are you going to do?” Liam asks.

“Nothing,” Niall replies, strumming out a few more chords.

“Nothing?!” Louis exclaims. “You’ve gotta do something. Zayn Malik just said he thinks you’re cute and you’re gonna do nothing?”

Niall’s the one to shrug this time. He takes off the snapback on his head, ruffles his hair a bit before saying, “Don’t think there’s really much I can do is there? Just gonna record my video now. Go on with life.”

--

In which Niall sings songs on YouTube, Zayn is an international pop-star, Harry tells stories, Louis does makeup, and Liam likes to take pictures.

Crawl Into Your Atmosphere by spibsy (lucy_and_ramona)

Niall doesn't see it coming. Zayn's on the football team. Niall's in marching band. This isn't supposed to happen, except... then it does. 

Bombshell Blond (Wired Up To Detonate) by slashter

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Zayn starts, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hands. “But you look a little...nervous?” Niall scoffs but Zayn can see the worry underneath the surface. “Consider yourself corrected.” Zayn just raises an eyebrow at that, and eventually Niall groans, rubbing at his face. “Fuck. Okay, look, I’m not good at this whole--” he waves his hands around, “--wooing thing. I’m not someone who goes on dates and, like, does all that. I’ve never had the time to do that, even.” “You’ve never been in a relationship?” Zayn asks, a bit surprised. Niall blushes. “Never really cared about stuff like that, until I met you.”

[Or the one where Zayn's a spy, Niall's his target, and the whole world's their playground]

see the sparks filled with hope (you are not alone) by niallszayn

„Hello,” Niall mumbled, hot flush already crawling up his neck again. „I should…I won’t keep you from your work.” Zayn sighed a little and rubbed at his forehead, leaving a small smudge of dirt behind. Niall’s fingers twitched with how much he wanted to reach out and wipe it away. Ireland, 1923. When Niall returns from war, he’s not the same young man he was before. Back home at his parent’s mansion, it takes an old friend and young gardener to get him to open up. But what is Zayn to Niall? What can he be?

The One With The On-Screen Boyfriend by brokenstereotype

Zayn Malik plays the star role of Zander Phelps on the hit television drama show, Bradford Heights. When newcomer, Niall Horan is cast to be Zander's new love interest, things take an interesting turn for Zayn. It might not be the worst thing to happen.

An on-screen boyfriends AU that contains as much drama as there is sweet gay loving. Featuring in-love-but-nonhalant-about-our-feelings Liam/Louis and Harry as the chef roommate that is Zayn's biggest fan.

Out of Space, Out of Time by flares

Zayn: Hey, I’m Zayn. I’m here for our date.

For a few seconds, he just stares at the screen, tapping his fingers lightly against the table. Harry’s voice—“You’re fine, Zayn. You’re doing fine.” — barely registers in his head. The text ‘Niall is typing…’ pops up and Zayn wishes that he’d been more adamant about the alcohol. Wine is sounding really good right about now.

AU in which Zayn is new in town, Niall might not be where Zayn thinks he is, and Harry sets them up on a blind Skype date.

headlights, strobe lights (& we can take the long way) by restitched (beingothrwrldly)

Zayn and Niall go on an American road trip after Zayn graduates from uni.

Warnings for cursing, Niall making fun of Zayn, Zayn making fun of Niall, lots of selfies, lots of kissing, Zayn singing karaoke, Niall with too many feelings, and all of the donuts and waffles on the east coast.

lighthouse by justaboat

au. niall's been waiting for zayn his whole life. when he finally comes it might be too late.

i wanna hurry home to you by roofpizza

zayn is an actor; niall is a cameraman. hollywood sucks, but at least they've got each other

come take my pulse by nicheinhischest

"Everything’s always better when the sun comes up," Niall says, idly drawing a Z on Zayn’s elbow. Or an N. It’s hard to tell. “Sorta funny, when you think about it - whole world’s fucking dead, but the sun still rises and sets like nothing’s changed. The predictability is nice.”

Zayn sighs and tells him tiredly, “Y'know, you say eerily cheerful things for someone who bashed a zombie’s face in with a golf club today."

rhythm & blues by JaneKerkovich

Zayn thinks being a college freshman with an English major and a boyfriend in a frat is enough for him -- until he loses a bet, loses The X-Factor and loses Niall.

bruised giver, grit spinner by hungerpunch

"Niall's never seen romantic love in the real world. His parents were never married, but even the marriages he’s seen haven’t looked happy. He's seen love in the movies, sure, but the movies aren't about Dogtown. The romantic comedies aren't about poor kids with fucked up parents. They aren't about a skinny skater boy and his best friend. But maybe, he thinks, they should be."

A Z-Boys AU.

Experience Points by el_em_en_oh_pee

The good news is that Simon has decided to let Zayn start officially developing the game she and Liam have spent years talking about creating. The bad news is that, because Liam is bedridden after a debilitating accident, Simon puts the new girl, Niall, on the project with Zayn instead. The worse news is that Niall is just Zayn's type.

Some Nights I'm Scared You'll Forget Me Again by pukeandcry

Zayn stifles a groan. He’s not terribly surprised -- Harry’d been mooning over Louis since the day they met three years ago when Zayn had moved into the house next to him -- but he’d been hoping that Harry would eventually get over it and redirect his attention to someone else. This development does not bode well for that turn of events, though. (High School AU)

Not All Stories Have a Happy Ending by KelliDiane

Andy Samuels has been traded. His replacement, Niall Horan, doesn’t really impress the team captain, Zayn Malik.

10 things i ____ about you by robpatFF

“Did the doctors tell you anything already?”

Niall shrugs a little. The movement catches the collar of the too-big t-shirt he has on, one of Liam’s he must have stashed away in his bag. There’s a bruise on his shoulder, probably from the impact, hitting something hard, unmoving and solid. “Far as I know I’m thinking about trying out for X-Factor next month. They said that already happened.” He bites his lip, and his gaze flicks over at Zayn for a moment. “Did I win?”

Amnesia fic.

something about the boy by countthestars

About three things Niall is absolutely positive. First, Zayn is the most attractive person he’s ever seen in real life. Second, the chances he’s actually a vampire are, like, slim to none. Probably. And third, he’s going to kill Harry for putting that idea in his head in the first place.

if i was your boyfriend by countthestars

Zayn's an up-and-coming R&B musician. Niall's a uni student. It's complicated.

burning bright by countthestars

Sometimes people aren't what they seem.

what's a ghost to a nonbeliever by countthestars

Liam shoots Zayn a nervous look. “Zayn’s not,” he starts, clearing his throat. “Zayn doesn’t really believe in ghosts. He’s a, whatchamacallit, a--”

“A skeptic,” Harry says, green eyes gleaming. “How… intriguing."

when the moon hits your eye by countthestars

Niall delivers pizzas and Zayn's a little bit in love.

brighter than sunshine by countthestars

Zayn’s come to trust Niall, and Harry by extension, more than he does most people. Niall had seen through the chinks in Zayn’s armor and had gotten under his skin with impressive quickness. There are still parts of Zayn’s life, though, that he doesn’t know how to share.

Zayn’s learned to trust Niall with himself, he thinks, but he doesn’t know if he can trust him with the most important thing to him.

or; the one where Niall and Harry work in a bakery and Louis and Zayn are struggling to figure it all out.

all the stars align by countthestars

“Your mark,” the boy says. Niall glances down at the name scrawled across the inside of his bicep, his chest suddenly tight. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “'S kinda unusual, right? Never met a Zayn.” “I'm Zayn,” the boy tells him, sounding a bit strained.

Spin For You by sunshinexbomb

“You and Zayn will be going home together tonight if it’s the last thing Payno and I ever do. This pining has gone on too long.”

Niall rolls his eyes, muttering, “I’m not pining.”

“Totally are, mate,” Liam says sympathetically, cuddling into Niall’s side. “But it’s okay. Zayn totally is too. He’s just too,” Liam pauses, making some vague hand gestures, “y’know, to admit it.”

--

Or in which Niall has a big, huge obvious crush on Zayn and just won't admit it.

Where Everybody Knows Your Name by StormDancer

“Well boys,” he says, scratching at Harley’s head. Rhino barks at that, and Zayn obliges him by petting him too. Apparently, that means that he’s showing too much attention to the dogs, and Tigger appears from wherever she’d been hiding, taking her rightful place in his lap. “And girl,” Zayn adds, politely. “Guess we’re back.”

The Ground Whereon He Walks by StormDancer

“You could come home with me.”

“Yeah?” Zayn turns, waggles his eyebrows and leers. “You offering yourself as a rebound?”

“Hah,” Niall snorts, and glances down at the ground. “No, like. I’m going home to spend the summer, you could tag along, if you wanted.”

Zayn blinks. “To Ireland?”

like a cigarette in the mouth or a handshake in the doorway by zouee

i've been down across the road or two, but now i've found the velvet sun that shines on me and you // Zayn and Niall start living together

Come Get Back in Bed, We've Still Got Time Left by YinAndYangOnIce

based off of this really fucking cute video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFYlRd85xsQ

Does It Ever Drive You Crazy? by YinAndYangOnIce

like I said based off of Karakura's work about after the Night Changes video, Niall goes to a convenience store to nurse his wounds after a date gone horribly, horribly wrong where he runs into Zayn, who's had a similarly awful night and they find a way to cheer each other up

The Tale Of Lucky and Bright Eyes by YinAndYangOnIce

Zayn is the editor-in-chief of his university's literary magazine who is dragged to a party by his best mates and meets Niall, a carefree, frat boy with whom he is instantly enamored. Soon after that party, someone starts writing anonymous love poems to him and sends them to the magazine.

I Major in Loving You by YinAndYangOnIce

“You told him what?” Liam crowed, staring at him with wide, judgmental eyes while Louis howled with laughter next to him. 
“I had no choice!” Niall said, dropping his head into his hands miserably.

“Actually, you did,” Liam said incredulously. “You could’ve told him that you weren’t actually part of the art program!”

“But he was putting words in my mouth and I didn’t want to tell him I’d stalked him there and he was really, really hot, Li, I didn’t want to freak him out,” Niall said pleadingly, as if he was appealing in court and Liam was a law student, so he wasn’t that far off.

Or:

Niall is an idiot in love and is just really bad at this romance thing.

How Can You Swallow So Much Sleep by brokendrums

Tour ends and Niall has insomnia. Zayn vows to cure it.

i set my clocks early 'cause i know i'm always late by theamazingpeterparker

Contrary to popular belief, signing up to be a TA in the US History to 1865 freshman course might be the best decision Niall's ever made.

Or, the one where Zayn reads a lot of books, and Harry reassures Niall that there's nothing wrong with wanting to sleep with your professor.

who let the dogs out by theamazingpeterparker

Zayn wants a puppy and Niall's a huge pushover.

skinny love, just last the year. by theamazingpeterparker

Zayn doesn't like Valentine's Day. Niall gives flowers to random people on the street.

you and me plus baby makes three by alnima

After the death of their friends, Zayn and Niall are forced to raise a baby together. Not like they have a problem with that, just a problem with each other.

follow the sun by carissima

Zayn needs a date to his cousin's wedding. Niall's ready, willing and available to be his plus one.

Or the one where Zayn and Niall are pretend boyfriends and it goes exactly how you think it goes.

perspective by words_unravel

per·spec·tive pərˈspektiv/

noun

1. the art of drawing solid objects on a two-dimensional surface so as to give the right impression of their height, width, depth, and position in relation to each other when viewed from a particular point. 2. a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.

or, a look at four ways Niall and Zayn are Niall and Zayn.

this is how it starts, lightening strikes the heart. by justaboat

zayn doesn't want to date niall (except that he kinda does), niall has a secret, louis is a little shit, and harry and liam are the roommates that give (mostly) bad advice.

You've Got This Spell On Me by VeronikaLP

The one where Niall is a cheery Hufflepuff on said house's Quidditch team and Zayn cheers for him even when he's a Ravenclaw. Featuring disgustingly-in-love Larry, and a pinch of Sophiam.

on the brink of by autopsyofwebs

Niall tries not to think about it. Knowing something and doing something about it are two different things. If anything, he thinks he should feel relief. He’s one of the lucky ones. A lot of people never meet one of their soul mates, much less get to speak to them or see them every day. It doesn’t have to mean anything, he tells himself, and still loses his breath every time he catches Zayn on the stairwell, the crease of his smile, the way he laughs like he’s glad to see him.

les mystères de l'horizon by hungerpunch

"Preferably heist!fic, but anything with ziall as partners in crime (con artists, hackers, assassins, etc.) in an ot5 team. I'd like for one of them to be new to the team and for Zayn and Niall to start off on the wrong foot."

we put the world away (we get so disconnected) by horlik_aholic

Greek Mythology AU where Niall's sad, Zayn's immortal, and Liam and Louis are doing what they can.

Featuring wrathed gods and ancient curses and dazzled Niall.

take a chance on me (you won't regret it) by liferuining_feels

“And what about you? What do you want?”

Niall can’t find his voice but he wants to say you. I want you.

Or the one where Niall tries to help his friends figure out what makes them happy. For Niall? He just wants Zayn.

The Picture of Zayn and Niall by mightierthanthecanon

Based on the prompt: English Lit professor Zayn is a bit confused as to why he's so fascinated with one of his students, Niall Horan.

After All This Time by justyrae

Niall had expectations about his years at Hogwarts, but none of them prepared him for meeting Zayn.

I Wanna Show You Where I Sleep, Keep You There A Couple Weeks by KayleeJohn

Zayn wants to complain that Louis said he’d have the bed until at least morning, but it comes out more of a strangled groan than anything else, “Ngh,” punctuated by a click in Zayn’s throat.

Or the one where Zayn accidentally ends up cuddling with Niall, but he kind of doesn't mind it.

maybe we found love right where we are by niallszayn

Zayn Malik is one of the hottest magazine editors in the industry but he's overworked, so his business partners suggest he get an assistant. Enter Niall Horan, who is quirky and fun and can't write an article to save his life, but he can make a mean frappuccino (and on one rare occasion, give an orgasmic back rub after a long stressful night) so Zayn keeps him around, but definitely not for his face, absolutely not, nope.

Where Do We Begin? by shipsdrifting

Clearly, if he's to follow Niall's lead, the protocol here is for both of them to pretend that they've never met, that they have no recollection of the events that unfolded between them that night.

Zayn takes a breath and sits up straighter. He can do this. Zayn can absolutely try to forget that night ever happened.

Or, Uni AU where Zayn and Niall start working next to each other - and they both kinda pretend that they've completely forgotten about that drunken but mind-blowing one-night-stand they had a month ago.

Who Needs Dubai? by Idzzdi

“Never thought I'd see you on this side of the counter,” Zayn says lowly, looking amused and more awake then Niall has ever seen him in his life before. Also, more attractive. He looks so effortlessly cool it is just not fair and Niall's mouth has become so dry, all he can do is stare.

or Niall has this thing for his coffee shop regular Zayn and they run into each other one night at the airport. Zayn shows him how to properly annoy the airport security.

the awful edges where you end and i begin by nicheinhischest

“I could’ve killed you a dozen times,” Zayn tells him, and he means for it to sound like an apology, maybe. Proof of a conscience, even after everything. Even after this. “A hundred.”

Niall mockingly clicks his tongue in disapproval. “And I’m supposed to thank you for saving it all for a melodramatic stairwell scene?”

You're the cure, you're the pain by ifzi0531

"I hate to break this to you, but I don't think a baby uses rabbit shampoo for bathing." Zayn teased.

Niall pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know what I meant! I thought we agreed that practice makes perfect or whatsoever."

or

Zayn and Niall babysit a friend's bunny, during which Niall tells Zayn that he wants to adopt a child.

Naive Melody by liquidmeasure

"The clock on the side table says it’s just after midnight when he wakes up to Theo screaming and crying for his mother. Just after midnight, so a good three and a half hours of sleep and that’s that. It’s like the kid has finally caught on that all is not well. That his parents have really and truly gone. He keeps crying when Niall picks him up out of his cot and it seems he doesn’t stop for three days."

Post-Zayn canon fic. Zayn steps in to help Niall deal with Theo. Niall isn't sure how to deal with Zayn.

This is sort of a mish-mash of a couple of my prompts, including canon pining and single dad Niall with optional accidental baby acquisition. I couldn't figure out how to give Niall a baby without something terribly sad happening, so I opted for an extended babysitting gig. I hope it works! <3

of an endless summer by petals

Zayn shrugs unapologetically. “My first time away from home,” he admits with a blush that make Niall’s knees feel weak. “But there are perks, I think.”

“Yeah, I love it here,” Niall says. “It’s kind of nice getting paid to do stuff like this, like watch kids swim in the lake, while you either swim with them, or you could even read a book. I don’t know, there’s a lot to love.”

“Not really the perk I was thinking of,” Zayn says. “But yeah, sure. The lake, whatever.”

Niall stares at him, watching as Zayn winks before he goes back to his food.

All We Got Up To by venividivici

AU where Zayn and Niall go on a double date with Liam and Louis, that Harry ends up accidentally crashing. (But come on, it's Harry.)

You start a fire inside that I could never control by heart_eyes

“They call us freaks you know, in the local paper—on the news.” He said just above a whisper still cautious, as if admitting out loud that Jay's suspicions had been correct that secret service would jump out from where they were hiding just waiting for Zayn's confirmation before they carted him away to some lab somewhere for experimentation.

“That’s because they don’t understand, refuse to…it’s not like that everywhere though, in the bigger cities we’re more accepted not just tolerated so long as we stay hidden but praised for our abilities—they call us heroes.”

“What like Superman? Batman?” Zayn asked, tone mocking and full of doubt, but Jay’s next words chased the amusement right off his face.

“Exactly like them

(or the one where Zayn attends Heroes Anonymous meetings)

and if you know me, like i know you by horlik_aholic

They promised each other they’d keep in touch, but it wasn’t something that even needed to be discussed-- of course they’d keep in touch. They were Zayn and Niall.

Now Niall’s a senior in high school, newly 17 and ready to breeze through this last year and take on college next fall. He hasn’t heard from Zayn in 3 years.

or, Zayn moves to Niall's town after 3 years of not talking and Niall is coping.

(one of these days) i wish you were a hologram by groundopenwide

Zayn’s stomach churns, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut. “Right now—this is real? I’m not imagining things?”

“I’m right here,” Niall says softly. “I’m always right here, Zayn. Been here the whole time.”

Zayn's been having dreams- dreams that seem so real, he can't even distinguish fact from fiction anymore.

better than words (more than a feeling) by petals

im so sorry, Niall sends back. Followed by, mate got a new num, forgot it

He waits for the reply, because honestly, he sent this guy a picture of himself in the bath. In a green bath. The guy is probably laughing about it with his friends, Niall will probably become a meme on the Internet or something. Blond idiot in green water sending naked selfies to stranger meme.

i rly am sorry, he sends, hoping that’ll be enough to keep the guy from spreading his picture.

dnt worry bout it, cutie xx is the guy’s reply and Niall groans, dropping down on his bed face first. He can’t remember how to breathe. Honestly can’t remember.

Happiness, not in another place but this place. by LauDom

Niall stared at the screen for a long time. Had he met someone else in the club last night? What did the Z stand for? Zoe, Zander, Zeus?

So he decided to be funny and even though his face showed a clear hungover and sleep deprived-ness he sent a pouty selfie and texted: “Sorry, I think u have the wrng number.”

Sweater Weather by xTammyVx

It wasn't until they were outside the club that Niall squeezed Zayn's hand and said, “Come back with me?” then, “I kinda like you.”

Zayn wasn't stupid; he knew that the number of people Niall had slept with over the span of his four-year-long career was exactly what one could expect from a superstar, and that he probably pulled with lines like that all the time. However, simmering below that self-awareness was the unbelievable, untamable fire spreading from where they were touching, and all Zayn wanted was more.

2015: Zayn meets Niall on a post-concert night-out.

2019: Niall comes home for a mid-tour break.

So Hot That I Melted by PigSlay

Zayn's working his way through college to get his degree in art by working as a bartender at a local pub. One night, a group of people, including one stunning blonde named Niall, come there. After that, Niall keeps coming back almost every night and after serenading Zayn during one open mic night and exchanging phone numbers, they slowly become the best things to ever happen to each other.

A Story for the Kids (orphan_account)

"Da, why do you look at Zayn like he's a princess?"

[Niall and his daughter are new to London and Zayn's personal life is a bit messy. Somehow, they make things work.]

I'll Dance With You, I'll Laugh With You (Til It's Christmas in the Room) by tobedwithacupoftea

After a death in Niall's family, he must stay at Hogwarts over Christmas their seventh year. Zayn also stays at the castle and though the boys have a more than amazing Christmas, some ill-advised magic at New Years may ruin it all.

crooked love in a straight line down by leighbot

“You’d like him if you got to know him,” Liam whispers while everyone else finds seats as well.

“I already know him,” Zayn responds.

“Seems like there’s a bit of tension between you two.”

Zayn rolls his eyes hard enough they hurt. “Like homicidal, maybe.”

Or, the studying abroad AU where they're all supposed to stick together but Zayn and Niall get off on the wrong foot. Zayn finds solace in his graffiti, a pretty American boy and a mysterious commenter on his art blog.

With side 'love at first sight' Liam/Harry and 'it's complicated' Louis/Eleanor/Nick.

Sore Winner by venividivici

"No. No, no. Just. Just shut up. Figure Skating isn't a game, okay. I don't play figure skating, I perform it. Big difference from your elementary recess time you call a sport. That's a game." Niall only inhales, sighs loudly into the cold air. "This is nice. You and me. This chilly night, the stars are bright. Perfect time to lay out how we really feel about each other, don't you think?" Or, Zayn likes the stars; Niall reads too many horoscopes; and neither is mature enough to drop their irrational hate.

One, Two, Three Strikes You're Mine by littlepinkbow

Having a crush on a player from your rival's baseball team is bad enough. Even worse when they're literally the most relaxed person ever. It just takes a bit of time and a bit more reckless abandon to figure it out.

let your heart go boom by liferuining_feels

Zayn arrives in Dublin with no expectations except to forget about the life he left behind in London. He's here on exchange for a year, and his only plan is to learn to be himself again. But no matter what, he can't seem to shake off the feeling that he's so helplessly lost.

Then he meets Niall, and suddenly life becomes a little bit more easier.

But what Zayn forgets is that time is ticking, and there's a return ticket to London with his name on it.

All He Needs by sunshineflying

Niall is out and proud at uni, but back in Ireland nobody knows he's gay - not even his family. After some conversation with his best friend and roommate Zayn, as well as their friends Liam and Louis, he knows it's time to just go home and be honest with his family. His crush on Zayn complicates things a bit, especially when Zayn offers to go to Ireland with Niall as moral support, but he follows through with it anyway.

Happiest Place On Earth by pocketfullofbees

It's always weird. Each time he sees the actual character he's surprised people recognize him. Then again, he never saw himself as any type of royalty.

_______

Or the AU where OT5 work as face characters at DisneyLand and Zayn's hopelessly in love with an Irish Faerie.

This Night was Made for Us by zaynplusanyone

Niall and Zayn have a tie that binds them, a bond. It takes them a while, but eventually they figure out that that bond is meant to be there, that it means something more. Tonight is about celebrating that bond, enjoying what they have, and remembering that even when the world is moving too quickly around them, they will always have each other.

Promise You'll Be Glad You Came by Jairo

“It’s Halloween and we’re trick-or-treating but you have no candy” AU.

Ain't No Sunshine by acue

AU where Zayn and Niall meet in an airport only because they were the ones to get assigned the same seat and Niall finds something out about Zayn pretty deep into their relationship that should have been mentioned at the way beginning.

Or the one where Zayn is in the army and Niall is completely smitten with Zayn, and waits for him to come home in one piece a lot.

Walk Away Now and You're Gonna Start a War by Niallaeger

Even the glass of water he had tried to force himself to drink, while sitting on the floor by the bedroom in Niall’s apartment debating whether or not he should bother to get up, left such a horrid taste on his tongue that he couldn’t make it past the first couple sips. It was like all the words he hadn’t said that morning mixed with the bitter taste of the ones he hadn’t had the decency to hold back, and now they’re just lingering, in his head, over his tongue, making his stomach turn, and now Harry’s asking him if he’s alright because he looks a little sick and all Zayn can do is nod.

Or, the one where Zayn doesn't think he can do anything right, and Niall just needs a little time. Basically, your soccer!AU with a healthy dose of angst.

The Not Exactly Late Night Show With Niall Horan by WhyHelloThere

When Niall forgets to book a guest artist for his radio show, Harry sets him up with a friend of a friend. Things just go from there.

I'm sending postcards from my heart, I don't care who sees what I've said by niallszayn

Niall spots who has to be the hottest guy on campus at the library but fails to ask him out when they run into each other. He posts about it on this cool new app though, and hopes for the best.

OR

another uni!au full of pining

Skate Your Way Into My Heart by littlepinkbow

Zayn really can't help but being fond over the ridiculously sweet boy attempting to teach the kids in his class how to rollerblade and Louis really really can't keep his mouth shut.

I've got your body on my skin (and tequila on my tongue) by bonjourziall (punkjuggie)

And at that exact moment Zayn didn't feel the need to drown himself in alcohol anymore. Because Niall's lips were far more intoxicating than any brand of tequila and Zayn craved Niall’s touch more than he craved the burning of the alcohol. or Zayn and Niall both start using alcohol as an excuse to keep hooking up with each other. or Niall is literally the reason that Zayn is becoming an alcoholic.

Perfection Will Not Come by becauseziall

"Later! I promise!" Zayn called after him, backpack weighing down his shoulders. Niall looked back over one shoulder with a goofy grin that overpowered the rest of his face.

"Yeah! Just keep studying your Calc, alright?"

Zayn turned so he walking backwards for a moment. "Yeah," he smiled, "alright," and with that, he turned around, heading back to his dorm, thoughts of sunshine and happiness and beautiful filling his mind.

start off the day singing by leighbot

Secretly, Niall’s pleased by the extra time spent with Zayn, often baiting the children to help him encourage Mr. Malik to join them for a song or two. At least, Niall hopes it’s secret. Based on the teasing he often suffers when around Louis or Harry, he doesn’t think he’s been as subtle as he’d like.

Thankfully, Zayn doesn’t seem to have picked up on Niall’s crush.

Or, the one where Niall is an elementary school music teacher and Zayn's first graders are possibly Niall's favorite class... and not just because Mr. Malik has a pretty smile. Okay, it's a bit because he has a pretty smile.

From Wrong to Right by sunshineflying

Zayn's struggling to let go of an old relationship, but his best friends and roommates Liam and Louis are determined to help him get over it. A chance encounter at a club and a failed attempt at getting someone's number leads Zayn right to the man he's been waiting for.

a house built by a doctor to the stars by fakeheaux

"There's no way you live there," Zayn laughs, brows pulling together. "That's Murder House, bro, no way."

Niall shrugs. "Murder House to you. Murder Home to me."

or niall is the baby of spirits ben and vivien harmon, raised by an eclectic group of ghosts

i don't wanna lose your touch (i don't wanna hurt this much) by fakeheaux

"Okay, so. So...you're stuck with each other," Harry says slowly. "Literally."

Zayn sighs, already done with the whole thing. "Yeah, Harry."

or zayn and niall get magically bonded together after they eat some sus chinese food

know you're not alone by fakeheaux

There are many beliefs of what a shift feels like. The most common one is that the shift always hurts, even after you’ve become used to it. In his opinion, that isn’t quite true. It’s not painful, per se, but it is intense. Shifting, to him, is like a rush of endorphins, adrenaline, and relief all at once. He shifts and it’s like going back home. It’s like - like the best feeling in the world.

or zayn doesn't like dogs which bothers niall so so much

on a wednesday, in a café by fakeheaux

"I like your glasses."

or niall is nosy and zayn speaks urdu in coffee shops

they say we are what we are, but we don't have to be by fakeheaux

"They hate us," Niall murmurs. "They're not going to let us fight with them, just 'cause we wear green."

Zayn shakes his head. "Green's just a color, babe. Don't make you who you are."

it's our paradise (and it's our war zone) by fakeheaux

"We were on a break!" Zayn yells.

or The One With Ross and Rachel, Reimagined

me, her, and the moon by dramaturgicallycorrect

“I think I should go home,” Niall says. “You should really get on. Dance with those boys your mum wants you to dance with.”

“I only want to dance with you,” Zayn says, taking her hand and giving her a spin, watching her dress flair beautifully before she pulls her in tight. She holds Niall’s waist tight, and Niall curls into her, resting her head against her chest. They sway slowly to the muffled sounds of the big band and clutch each other for dear life. This is all Zayn needs, her girl and the moon and the stars.

[Or Zayn invites Niall to her going away party, but neither of them want her to go away.]

that which we call a rose by dramaturgicallycorrect

Zayn pops his head around the door suddenly, the sounds of Louis stomping down the stairwell echoing out behind him. “Wait,” he says, even though Niall isn’t going anywhere. “What’s your name?” “Ah. I’m Niall.” He grins. “Although... what’s in a name?” “That which we call a rose,” Zayn says, trailing off with a small grin before the rest of him disappears behind the closing door.

[Or, they're at Juilliard and Niall plays the guitar and Zayn has a beautiful falsetto and Liam, Harry, and Louis need some help putting on Romeo and Juliet.]

nevada's fault by irishmizzy, miss_bennie

“Niall Horan, will you -- ow,” he winces when Harry flicks his neck, but when Zayn starts up again, the disaffected tone is gone, “will you do me the honor of marrying me tonight and winning this bloody game of truth or dare?”

this is no bridget jones by nicheinhischest

“Harry," Zayn feels like he’s losing it, "Harry, you know my life isn't a romantic comedy, right? No matter how much you try and make it one."

"Please, I've seen Love, Actually like... thirty times," Harry says, grinning. "This is going to be so much better.”

the creation of ursa major by robpatFF

Niall would pull him all the way if he could, wrap his sunlight infused hand around Zayn’s and pull them up until they couldn’t breathe. And Zayn would let him, only to return (loyal, dependable, periodic) and settle around his Sirius before he’d float off again.

i can see the sun in late december by robpatFF

Written for the prompt: it's cold in ireland and zayn is all skin and bones and niall is all extra blankets and warmth and kisses (basically lazy kissing under the covers fic) and then this happened

Settle Down With Me by robpatFF

artist!Zayn and fratboy!Niall. Zayn draws and Niall's in a frat and they make it work somehow, they do.

this silver spoon has fed me good by hickeyziall (scentedziall)

"We realise you won’t be thrilled about this, Zayn, but we hope you understand that this is necessary for you to be considered the heir of our business in the future."

Zayn cleared his throat to gain the attention of the boy, who whipped his head around in response. He was taller than Zayn, young and lanky in a charming way that matched the dimples in his cheeks. He wore long, wild hair, hardly contained in a bun, and the uniform green apron with the patisserie’s logo printed in black and white next to his nametag.

"Good luck. You’ll need it."

aka rich kid working in a bakery au?

The Lost Souls by daretoliveforever

Zayn is unique. He receives visions. Most people would think this is a gift. But Zayn thinks it’s a living Hell. He sees people having their lives taken away from them. Either by themselves, or others. The worst part is Zayn doesn’t know what to do. How can he help people when he’s only seen them in the visions?

Baby, It's You by alnima

Zayn Malik has an obsessive crush on famous Internet blogger Niall Horan, but what happens when Niall starts posting about a crush of his own?

amidst all the weather by Livy_May

Niall doesn’t tell Louis, for obvious reasons. He doesn’t tell Harry, either, because if Harry knows something, it’s only a matter of time before Louis knows it, too. And he doesn’t tell Liam because Liam is honestly the worst liar he’s ever met.

He’s not trying to keep it a secret. It just sort of... happens.

Wings Wouldn't Help You Drown by wasp

Zayn just wanted to watch the sun set, watch it bleed into the sky as same as ever in a world that’s forgotten about them, completely slipped under their feet and morphed and fucked up some more.

to put a little sunshine in your life by khakis

san diego au. zayn's a brooklyn boy who follows his maybe-ex-girlfriend to san diego. it turns out a whole lot lovelier than he could have hoped.

“Look at this little family,” Harry murmurs.

“You big softie,” Louis says, but his voice is so steeped in fondness that Zayn can almost taste it, and he feels warm in a way that has nothing to do with the crush of bodies around him. He cranes his head a little and Niall meets him halfway, anticipating it, grinning as their eyes meet and reaching a hand up to grip comfortingly at the back of Zayn’s neck. Yeah, his gaze says, you belong here. We want you here. I want you here.

And then the chicken is burning and Harry yelps like he’s the one being singed and they fall apart as easily as they fell together.

Up towards the sun by wannabe_free

The first time Niall sees the small lumps on his back he freaks out. He stands naked in front of the mirror, the glassy surface still blurry with the steam of the shower he’s just had. There’s something in his back that feels odd. It doesn’t necessarily ache; it’s like a stretching feeling, something from his insides fighting to come onto the surface, pulling at the skin and muscles that come in its way.

AU- OT5-Niall centric. Niall isn't human.

Perfect Storm (orphan_account)

“Who the hell thought it was a good idea t’watch a horror movie in the middle of a thunderstorm?” Niall groaned.

or

The boys watch a scary movie during a storm, and it leaves Niall a bit shaken up (not that he'd admit it). And Zayn is there to save the day, as usual.

Whiteboard by lostinsanity

Niall’s a musician, Zayn’s an artist. Music and art are their lives, respectively. And the story shouldn't be much more complicated from there. But it is, because Zayn is deaf.

Of You I Grow Fonder by Klavier

"I'm Niall Horan, and it's a pleasure to meet you without deep-fried potatoes in my hair."

let's get (meta)physical by murkya

Zayn has a Niall situation that he's capital I Ignoring, and then suddenly he's got a burning problem he really can't ignore, capital letters or not. (modern myth/religious beings AU?)

staked through the heart and you're to blame (you give love a bad name) by biggrstaffbunch

Zayn's a vampire slayer and Niall's a vampire and it's all as star-crossed as it sounds. But also, maybe it's not.

(Featuring Liam as a Watcher that would give a certain Sunnydale librarian heart palpitations and Louis as the hell-raising--but not in the literal sense--sidekick. Plus, Harry.)

Inside My Heart, Inside This House by zzegnas

Niall recovers from his knee injury in the comforts of the English countryside with his two best friends, Harry and Liam.

amour doux by bisousniall

Niall runs an authentic French bakery in London, and he swears he hired Zayn for the extra help, not just for his looks. Also his employee Louis is harbouring a huge crush on their customer, Liam. Harry is there to keep them all together.

Eat Your Heart Out, Gertrude Stein by skullage

Zayn doesn’t have a watch any more; he measures time in distance. How long it’s been since he made Niall laugh, how far apart they were when they said goodnight. How many pieces he could put between his room and Niall’s, how many hours, minutes, seconds since Niall said his name.

Compass Rose by eiqhties

“We’re like all the directions coming together, you know? Like a compass. What do they call them? Compass rose, that’s us.”

An AU in which One Direction are an indie rock band touring America. There's lots of open roads, cramped vans, and pining for the service stations in the UK. Oh, there's also a lot of pining for each other, too.

i was made for sunny days (i was made for you) by nicheinhischest

"Don't do dances," Niall repeats with a smile. "Don't do pool parties. What do you do, Zayn Malik?"

Zayn shrugs. "Play baseball. Date you."

swimming pools by pixies

au where everyone is home from college for the summer, and zayn has the summer he never expected. includes: college rivalries, southern accents, and lifeguards.

delivery entrance to narnia by irishmizzy, miss_bennie

"You okay?” Niall mouths. Zayn knows he’s mouthing it but he can hear it loud and clear, which is fucking weird. He blinks. His head hurts, right on the top where Liam had touched it, but all over, too.

(The one where Zayn gets superpowers.)

do you care if i stay? by justaboat

zayn and niall go on a road trip.

Beer and Band-aids by hotnuts

Niall shoves his numbing hands deeper inside the warmth of his hoodie, biting the cold back with chapped lips and shaking limbs. He hums to keep his anxiety at bay, small noises in the form of some drowned out Justin Bieber tune he hasn't been able to get out of his head since he left Ireland.

Or, that one ziall street au where Zayn is a misunderstood artist, Niall is the cute Irishman who shouldn't be walking around London at night and they fall in love with each other over a lot of alcohol, bruises and angst. Also Louis is a sassy pub-owner with a hipster boyfriend.

here i love you by myownremedy

Louis reckons Niall should just tell Zayn, reminds him that they live together in the tiniest, most overpriced apartment in all of New York and the walls are thin enough that Niall knows what Zayn sounds like when he’s getting off, and they never cook because their kitchen is so tiny, it’s basically a flat with two closets serving as bedrooms and an even smaller bathroom, and they are married, according to Louis, so Niall might as well make it official.

Niall and Zayn (and the rest of the gang) are students at NYU, and Niall and Zayn live together in an overpriced shoebox apartment in the Village. Also, Niall's been in love with Zayn since freshmen year.

I Will Give You the Moon (It’s the Least I Can Do) by TheMipstaz

5 times Niall thought Zayn was a werewolf + 1 time Zayn actually was

never felt like home (until i had you) by groundopenwide

“Missed you.”

Zayn’s voice is hushed, careful, as though he’s not sure he’s allowed to fully make the admission. Each syllable slurs together like he’s spinning molasses.

Niall shuffles his head down the pillow until he can kiss each of Zayn’s knuckles, just once. Zayn hums, the sound coming from far away. They fall asleep with their hands intertwined.

Or: Tour ends, and Niall goes home to Zayn.

follow the marks you left by littlecather

“Yeah,” Zayn nods, voice heavy. “Probably best if we … don’t tell them. For now.”

“For now,” Niall agrees. There’s too much promise in that, though. Niall’s not sure just yet if he can see a point in the future when he can tell them - that he went to see Zayn, without any of them knowing. That he kissed Zayn. That he’s going to see Zayn, again, to possibly do that, again.

Secret relationship; canon.

Soul Mechanism by alexenglish

When a chance encounter with a stubborn human manifested a magical bond within Zayn that had been dormant for decades, Zayn could not deny being intrigued; by the connection, and the boy, and what it meant for a demon such as him -- a demon who had been without a master for many years.

The universe always had a purpose, and meeting Niall was only the beginning.

(And you will always be someone who was beautiful, once.) by softly (alexenglish)

I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now.

(Look at you.) by softly (alexenglish)

I do not believe in love at first sight. But god damn.

(Don’t worry. We’re all doomed eventually.) by softly (alexenglish)

I know your weakness. It’s kisses. You are doomed.

(no one could steer me right, but mama tried.) by softly (alexenglish)

You aren’t really a good person, but god damn, you make bad look awesome.

(Let’s join a street gang! Is NASA recruiting?) by softly (alexenglish)

This town isn’t big enough for the both of us. Let’s run away together!

Killing Time With You by flares

“People got together whenever they felt like it before they came up with the clocks.”

“Yeah, and now, like, no one does,” Zayn says. “Most people want to just date their soulmate, because what’s the point in wasting your time if it’s going to end, right?”

You'll Find What You're Missing In Between the Lines by flares

Niall: its weird to take a cat on the bus right ?

Don't Break Character by flares

It’s all a bit mortifying. Zayn wonders how he ended up being the one embarrassed in this situation.

For a Second There, We'd Won by flares

Zayn can’t stop looking at Niall’s fingernails, bitten down and red, and he wonders what had him so anxious. But he’s not in any place to ask anymore, so he keeps his mouth shut.

Looking for Astronauts by flares

He doesn’t have a crush on Zayn. Like, Niall really doesn’t. It would be stupid. They’re in space. They’re the crew of the first human mission to Mars, for fuck’s sake. Niall doesn’t have time for crushes.

Or he shouldn’t, at least. Logically.

Sipping on Something Sweet by flares

It’s ridiculous how careful he is, actually, and Zayn wants to laugh, if only because the alternative would be to cry. Maybe thinking he might break isn’t too far-fetched of a belief.

I'll Be Your Mirror by liquidmeasure

"I don’t want to talk about walking corpses and sisyphean tragedy. Let’s wander. Let’s eat!” He pulls Zayn forward, over the cobblestones, through the dark. “The city is being reborn around us and you’ve been holed up so far away from me for so many decades. I want to show you everything. I want to climb to the top of it and look down and dedicate it all to you.”

A Ziall Vampire Love AU for Halloween.

I've been wanting to write this since I watched Only Lovers Left Alive earlier this year, so if parts of it seem familiar, that's why. I basically took a Jim Jarmusch movie and made it about Ziall. Sue me! (Wait actually don't sue me. Please.)

All of Me by FallingLikeThis

Niall Horan is perfect.

Zayn came to this conclusion a long time ago. And the depths with which he believes it just grow more with each passing day.

#ziall #to read #one direction #1d #mine

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You can build almost an entire DIY lighting kit with items you can find at any hardware store. Places like Home Depot, Lowes, and ACE should readily stock everything you’ll need.

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Lights, lights, lights, lights, and more lights. You’ll find them all here at B&H and, even if you are a professional photographer with decades of experience, the sheer number of lighting options today can drive you mad. It drives us mad. You might be thinking, “Where do I even start and how do I find the great auxiliary light combo kit?” Well, today’s your lucky day, because the place to start is right here, with this list of 14 recommended lighting kits—seven flashes and seven continuous—that will help photographers get the job done.

Flash Lighting

We are going to start with a staple of photography: flash. Also known as strobes, these are awesome for photographers because they provide plenty of power, can help freeze motion, and come in nearly any size. Also, the various sync methods—and the fact that now many have built-in radio receivers, make multi-light setups easy. There are plenty of variables to guide your decision, including recycle time, battery versus AC power, accessories, wireless system, and power, so here’s a healthy helping of different types to peruse.

In the very beginning of your lighting journey, you will want something versatile and with the ability to mount directly on your camera. Something like the Bolt VB-11 Bare-Bulb Flash. Being bare bulb means that it can provide a similar look to classic strobes with 360° coverage and high power at 180Ws. It benefits greatly from accessories to modify the light, all of which are included in the Flash and Accessory Kit. Another advantage is the ease with which you can set it up on a light stand or slide it into the hot shoe of your camera, depending on how you want to use it that day. Want something easier to start out with? Go with the Bolt VD-410 Manual Flash and read up about speedlights.

Need something that’s portable, like a speedlight? How about a bare-bulb design that gives the 360 degrees of coverage? Get both with the Godox AD200Pro TTL Pocket Flash Kit. It has the basic form of a speedlight, though without the bounce functions, and has the ability to swap the head from a standard rectangular speedlight to a bare-bulb flash. It’s good and affordable with an excellent 200Ws of power that should be ample, and it runs on a rechargeable Li-ion battery pack that’s good for 500 full-power flashes on a single charge. It also features a built-in X Wireless System Receiver so you can use optional X Series TTL Transmitters to control and trigger the flash remotely. Adding this also enables high-speed sync via TTL. It’s an awesome and versatile lighting choice.

Among Profoto’s latest releases as they push forward with their off-camera flash, or OCF, range is the stellar B10. Available in a two-light kit complete with backpack, the ultra-compact light is battery powered for use nearly anywhere you can stick it. The B10 is rated to 250Ws and has a 10-stop power range. Tack on a 0.05-22 second recycle time, freeze mode with a 1/50,000-second T0.5 flash duration, AirTTL support, and you have a seriously good flash to work with. Oh yeah, it also has LED modeling with with adjustable color temperature and CRI of up to 96 for video shooting on the side. All you need to complete the setup are any of Profoto’s highly regarded OCF Light Shaping Tools and a Profoto Connect for wireless TTL.

A more conventional dirt bike light combo kit comes from the well-known and reliable Elinchrom. By conventional I mean the D-Lite RX 4/4 Softbox To Go Kit is close to what many picture when they think of advanced LED light kit—a couple of monolights with stands and softboxes. These strobes are no slouch, with each of the two heads including offering 400Ws of power. They run on standard AC power and can recycle in just 0.35-1.6 seconds, depending on power. Also, the D-Lite RX 4 has an EL-Skyport Receiver built in, so that you can trigger the camera remotely—easily—via the included EL-Skyport Transmitter Plus. Completing the kit are stands, an octagonal softbox, and a square softbox. Everything you need.

When you hear the name of some brands, you just know you are getting a solid product. In lighting, one such brand is Broncolor, and one of its more recent releases is the Siros L 800Ws Barry-Powered Monolight, which we recommend in the 2-Light Outdoor Kit 2. These are among the most powerful battery-powered strobes, with a rating of 800Ws and benefits from Enhanced Color Temperature Control that ensures the ultimate in consistent color with repeated shots. This is something that Broncolor is known for and something that makes its lights so appealing to professionals. However, if you need some extra speed, there is a mode that will forgo these protections to provide faster recycle times and shorter flash durations, up to a minimum of 1/18,000-second. Optional RES2.2 Transmitters open the door for Broncolor HS, enabling sync speeds at up to 1/8000-second with supported systems. And, you can control multiple lights from your tablet or smartphone using the bronControl app.

Regarding equipment for the rest of us, Dynalite has made the solid Baja A6-600 Monolight 2-Light Kit. This more affordable system can be very enticing, partially because it offers an impressive 600Ws output, which is more powerful than many of its competitors. These are AC-powered monolights, but the added power and 300W modeling light should be appealing for many studio shooters. Also, it comes with a wireless receiver that can work at distances of up to 590' when used with an optional transmitter. The transmitter also unlocks High Speed Sync with Canon or Nikon cameras. It is very much a traditional monolight, but it is a good one and a quite affordable kit, too.

Speedlights and monolights changed the way photographers worked with lights by making them more portable and user-friendly. For the ultimate in performance, it is tough to beat your standard power pack, and the Profoto Pro-10 2400 AirTTL is among the best you can get today. Two outlets, a max of 2400Ws, a built-in Air receiver with TTL support, flash durations that can be as short as 1/80,000(!) second, and recycle times of just 0.02-0.7 seconds make this pack an absolute monster if you need the best of the best. There aren’t any pre-built kits, considering the super-pro nature of the Pro-10, so build your own by adding a couple of ProHead Plus Flash Heads to your bag.

These days, many photographers are spending a healthy portion of their time working with video. Unfortunately, all those awesome flashes and strobes we just talked about can’t do both, since you need a continuous light to work with motion. While, yes, some strobes are packing LEDs that can serve as your video source—the recent Profoto B10 Plus comes to mind—it will be tough to beat dedicated tools such as the ones below.

Relative newcomer Luxli has been killing it lately, and one of its latest is the awesome on-camera option that is the Viola2 5" On-Camera RGBAW LED Light. Its small size and outstanding color controls make it exceptionally versatile. For standard white adjustment there is a variable 3000-10000K temperature range, while the RGBAW nature of the fixture enables complete color tuning, including the ability to set 150 digital gel filters and 10 different special effects. This is ideal for a portable, on-camera light because it eliminates the need for other accessories in your bag. One other thing to consider is this kit with a softbox and diffusion filter. Additionally, it’s part of the Orchestra series, which can be controlled via a mobile app on your smartphone and work in sync with any other members of the band.

Litepanels was one of the first major brands on the scene when LEDs first began to make inroads into photographic and cinematic lighting. It all had to do with the now-ubiquitous 1 x 1' LED panel, now having been updated to the Astra Bi-Color LED Panel. By using an array of high-quality LEDs, Litepanels was able to create a fixture that was lightweight, powerful, and could produce a soft output—all beneficial qualities when considering lights for photography. They could even run on batteries if you needed to use one on the go, and are practically silent. The shape is now classic, and if you want to pick up more than one, Litepanels has numerous Astra Traveler LED Panel Kits available.

Hot lights made Lowel popular for decades. Now, the company is taking a good shot at the LED world by bringing out a new version of one of its most popular lights ever. The TotaLED Daylight LED Light is this reimagining, though it makes sure to maintain similar features to its predecessor. This includes an equivalent output to that of a 750W tungsten bulb, a beam angle of ~65° that can be expanded to 100° via the included diffuser, built-in barndoors, and more. Where this one differs is in its native 5600K color temperature, quite cool operation—no need for gloves with LEDs—and the ability to run on batteries, as well as AC power. If you want, there are two-light and three-light kits ready for purchase.

Go beyond the panel with the Aputure Light Storm LS C120D II LED Light Kit. Using a chip-on-board (COB) LED, it effectively creates a single-point light source, which is more akin to classic tungsten fixtures with a single bulb. No worries about multiple shadows here, and the LS C120D II is exceptionally powerful with the equivalence of a 1000W hot light, while consuming just 180W of power. It also has DMX control, a redesigned handbrake-locking yoke, and can accept all types of Bowens S-mount accessories natively, including Aputure’s popular Light Dome II. Photographers on the go will appreciate the ability to run on either V-mount or Gold-mount batteries. You can pick it up by itself, or in two-light and three-light kits.

Making the list as a personal favorite is the Light & Motion Stella Wedding Photographer Kit. The reason I like them so much that they were included here is that the company is one of very few that makes highly capable lights that are completely waterproof. They really mean waterproof, too. The Stella Pro 5000 and Stella 2000 in this kit are ready to go diving with ratings that make them usable down to 328' underwater. Tough lights can survive some of your crazier ideas and the Light & Motion ones are perfect for it. Both are battery powered and feature a COB LED with excellent, high CRI output that makes them a solid option for photographers working on location. They are also great, compact lights, and the Stella 500 can accept an optional Profoto Adapter to use your more conventional modifiers on it.

The thing about LEDs is that they can be used in ways you never would’ve imagined. One such light that follows through on this is the Westcott Flex Bi-Color LED Mat Cine Set. It’s a completely flexible LED panel measuring 1 x 1', and there are plenty of other sizes available. Why would you want a flexible light? I would counter with a, “Why wouldn’t you want a flexible light?” It can be used on a stand just like your standard panels, yet, when the moment requires it, you can use it in very niche ways. It’s light enough to be taped up to a wall and thin enough to stay out of the shot. You can tuck it down into a case and fold it up so the light is directed a specific way. And that just touches the surface, I’m sure plenty of more imaginative photographers will find even more exciting ways to use it.

LEDs are dominant, though we shouldn’t forget about classic tungsten, HMI, and fluorescent lighting. I’d like to draw your attention to one in particular: the Kino Flo 4Bank 4' Gaffer 2-Light Kit. Essentially the name to know when it comes to fluorescent lighting, Kino Flo’s lights are long revered in the industry for their soft, flicker-free output. Using True Match Fluorescent Lamps, the 4Bank can create a large, soft, and daylight-balanced fixture that has the equivalent output of a 1000W soft light with a fraction of the draw. The separated ballast can be located in an easy-to-access position, as well, while the fixtures’ flexible barndoors provide a simple way to control the light. These are great fixtures, and this kit gives you everything you need except the lamps.

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VOTD: Tyler, The Creator - “OKRA”

Tyler, The Creator blessed the world with a new track, “OKRA,” and accompanying visual at the end of March. He calls it a throwaway, but this song is far from trash. It’s actually one of the hardest tracks I’ve heard from him in a while. Expect strong distorted 808s and a flow that accosts your ears like Mike Tyson punches.

The main element of the video is two visuals split vertically across the screen. It opens with L-Boy and Lucas Vercetti of Odd Future BMXing in the desert with a trippy, water-like distortion, then the left side jumps to a shot of Tyler sitting in a chair in the middle of an open field and the right shows a close up of his mouth as he lazily raps the lyrics. The setting is ironic in comparison to the track because the beat makes you want something dark and antagonizing, but the field shows a beautiful spring day, making you realize everything your art teachers taught you about contrast. Then the hook comes and it’s two different shots of a Lamborghini doing donuts in the middle of the street, bringing everything right back home.

Suddenly, it shifts to a heavily color-corrected scene where on the left side, Tyler is sitting in a blue and red room in a lackadaisical slouch and on the right side, he’s up close and personal in the camera with a more Goblin-esque aesthetic. The best way to imagine it is visualize the whole scene as shot in a “gasoline in water” filter. It flips to the hook again and the use of contrast differs here. The left side is fast and anxious as Tyler and Lucas speed down a mountainside road and the right side is them slowly cruising down the same street. During these chorus cutscenes, the word OKRA flashes in a strong, bold font. Toward the end of this cutscene, it flashes faster and faster with a warning appearing for epileptics, and rightfully so. The following scene is similar in composition to  the field scene, with the left half being a full body shot and the right half a close up of Tyler’s mouth, but with a strobe light spazzing the whole way through. The video ends with two contrasting shots, one of the open prairie and the other of the red light scene, encapsulating the paradoxical juxtaposition of the entire video.

It’s a short video lasting only twoand-half minutes, but it is one hell of a journey the whole way through. “OKRA” is a great testament to the power of juxtaposition, contrast, color and speed, making it a visual to remember whether you’re a fan or a film major. Check out “OKRA” for yourself and prepare to be amazed!

-Kian Kelley-Chung

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