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[leeechin]

☆ he got that in him

shy bf jungwon ! (18+) 🪽 🦢 ☀️ 🫧

a/n: i feel like this isn't rlly jungwon :( !! but it's all just fiction 🙄 and i just love this man sooo much. please do let me know if there are typos! i do go over before i publish but i sometimes miss it 😢 reqs are open !! don't be afraid to ask :)

✧ pairing: idol!jungwon x influencer!reader + warnings: smut with plot YAYYY. dom!jungwon x subfem!reader, unprotected sex (don't do that), jungwon hits it from the back lol, riding, ass slapping, degradation (use of the words whore, slut, etc), pet names (baby, won, wonnie, etc), size kink, orgasm denial (so mean jungwon), rough sex, jungwon is such a shy guy wrapped around your finger in public, but is such a freak in bed it’s insane.

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you quite literally needed jungwon every second in your life. your attachment to him was so strong it was sometimes concerning.

"are you sure you don't want to just go with me in my car?" your boyfriend asks, walking out of your bathroom with a towel wrapped around his lower waist.

you didn't respond but instead stared at the muscles on his stomach, watching how his lower abdomen sucked in a little bit and you were so entranced by the sight infront of you, mouth watering slightly. your whole world stopped for a bit to just simply admire yang jungwon.

you're finishing up some assignments for class. you decided that you're joining jungwon at his group's house gathering an hour or two later than the time he's arriving. you didn't have to worry about missing out too much, the gathering will be going on for a while.

it was jake who decided to throw a mini gathering, including all of the members, and a few other people including you. the gathering including your favorite, an outdoor barbecue and bonfire.

"yeah won." you frown, "have to finish this thesis or else professor jeong will not give me the end of it." scoffing at the mention of your professor. you turn around and your eyes nearly pop out of your socket at what you see. "actually.. are you sure we even have to go..?" you tease, now standing infront of your boyfriend and teasing the sides of the towel that could be down with one small tug, wanting to pull it off your boyfriend.

"quit it perv!" jungwon jokes, "you'll get what's under this towel later tonight." he winks, wrapping a hand around your waist to give you a kiss, you whined when he pulled his soft lips away. "now be a good girl and finish your assignments, i'll see you there in couple hours." patting the back off your ass playfully. going to the closet and picking out an outfit.

you curiously watch your boyfriend style his hair, focus completely shifted from the work you had left with school. "don't you have some assignments to finish?" eyebrows raising at your eyes not blinking once.

"yeahyeah your right." you respond a little flustered, a slight tint flowing on your cheeks. jungwon walks over to your desk, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "see you later baby." then he walked out of your room.

you sigh, already missing the presence of your jungwon. it takes another hour and a half before you're finished with all of your assignments for the week. closing your laptop aggressively, victory filling in your head as you don't have to worry about completing your work this weekend.

you're quick to change out of jungwon's t-shirt, putting on a pair of dark green cargo shorts that hugged your thighs perfectly, and a simple white baby tee with the brands cute logo on the back. grabbing your keys on the counter by the door, dashing out the door, to your car. you had a feeling that you wouldn't be returning home tonight, instead staying over at enhypen's house.

"what's that look on your face jungwon? missing y/n huh?" jake teases him. "she's got him wrapped around her finger! see how she always initiates everything!" jay adds on. "she probably controls ALL the shit that goes on in bed!" someone else says.

"i am NOT talking to you guys about my bed activities." the members laughing at jungwon's quick defense. knowing they're right, atleast they think so.

arriving at the house, you might've underestimated the weather, feeling a little bit cold as you welcomed yourself in, kicking your shoes off at the entrance, carrying them with you to the backyard to put them on again.

"look who's here! we were just talking about you!" ni-ki greets you. "nothing bad i hope." you respond, "don't worry it wasn't anything bad! just talked about how you've practically got jungwon wrapped around your finger." sunoo says, maybe he ran his mouth a little too much, sunghoon glaring at him as sunoo placed both of his hands over his mouth.

you laugh in response to that, "jungwon's just such a loving boyfriend. i really hit the jackpot with this one." beaming at jungwon, you were being held with one arm around your waist. jay started the barbecue and the rest of the members went to help with setting up everything.

jungwon noticed your body slightly shivering. "are you cold sweetheart?" "mm, just a little bit" murmuring that as a reply. your boyfriend taking off his sweatshirt that he was wearing and putting it on you. "i'm not that cold anyways. gotta go help set up stuff, karina's by the pool chairs." he gives you a kiss on your cheek.

"nice arms" you tease, moving one of your hands to squeeze his now bare biceps. you were definitely going to thank heesung later for urging jungwon to frequent the gym more. that white t-shirt was hugging all the right parts of jungwon's upper half.

"not right now baby." he speaks in a low voice to you, "can't help it you look so hot right now." whining and looking up to your boyfriend. jungwon leans down to give you a quick kiss on your lips. karina's waving over to you as you walk towards the poolside, giving a quick turn to see your boyfriend immediately jump in to help with setting up the table.

"girl you have been oogling and staring at your boyfriend for the past five minutes now, without saying anything!" karina says, waving her hand in front of you, making you finally blink again for the first time in a few minutes. "seriously thank your brother for me. he's been taking jungwon to the gym more often." your best friend just scoffs at you in amusement.

"dude, y/n has not looked one second away from you." sunghoon points out, nudging jungwon with his elbow. the members snicker at jungwon's flustered reaction, going back to setting up the table.

"jungwon!" you call out, jungwon jumps at the sudden sound of your voice. "yeah babe what's up!" he exclaims, nearly stuttering at every word. "were you guys bullying my boyfriend." you frown at his fellow members, "because he only gets like this when someone's been teasing him."

"no definitely did NOT!"

"sure, sure." you roll your eyes jokingly, turning to jungwon with a mischievous glint. now he knew that you were up to something.

"won, i think i left something in your room when i was staying with you a few days ago, can i go look for it?" "yeah i'll help you find it pretty." the other members not noticing you and jungwon disappearing, too focused on the food grilling on the barbecue and setting up the table.

walking into the house, your eyes are set on the entrance of jungwon's room, looking behind you and throwing a smirk at jungwon, quickening your pace to his room door. but you felt yourself being tugged into the bathroom.

"do you enjoy teasing me infront of everybody?" he growls, using a hand to hold both your cheeks and turn you to face the bathroom mirror infront of the counter, his other hand gripping your asscheek. you don't respond, eager for jungwon to bend you over the counter and just fuck the shit out of you.

"i asked you a question baby." jungwon says, staring directly at you on the mirror. hand gripping your asscheek a little tighter. you whine and push your hips back, feeling his bulge rub against your clothed ass, shorts rising up and you continued your movements. "need you so bad wonnie please." your boyfriend laughs at your neediness. using both of his hands to grip your waist and hold you in place.

"i don't know sweetheart. you've been teasing the fuck out of me since you've got here." jungwon murmurs, unbuttoning your cargos shorts, sliding your panties down to your knees and moving two of his digits to collect your wetness. "please jungwon! i can't help it that you feel so good everytime!" you babble attempting to wiggle your hips side to side. jungwon finds you so desperate for him to be so amusing.

"you enjoy being a needy whore for me don't you? the way you're dripping around my fingers show me that you do." humiliation tints on your face as you look at yourself on the mirror. it's thrown away when you feel two of jungwon's digits enter you all of a sudden.

you let out a gasp at the intrusion, the stretch of his two fingers hitting you so deep as jungwon already sets a relentless pace, his other hand moving up to push your hair to the side, trailing soft kisses on your exposed collarbone.

"oh shit wonnie, feels so good!" you moan, shutting your eyes as you revel in the feeling of jungwon's fingers working wonders deep inside your cunt. your small noises spurring jungwon to add a third finger.

the feeling of him scissoring and hitting your g spot repeatedly made the pleasure feel so overwhelming. "you gonna close baby?" jungwon noticing the way your pussy tighten and swirled around his fingers. in response, you nodded.

feeling jungwon's pace fasten, your pussy clenches around his digits so tightly, you felt that knot in your stomach about to be undone, but wait… that feeling fades when jungwon pulls his fingers out abruptly, laughing at your pathetic attempt to grind back against him.

"two more hours until i fuck the absolute shit out of you." your eyes widen as you whine at your boyfriend's words. jungwon helped you pull your panties back up, along with your cargo shorts. he gives your ass a playful smack, making you turn around and throw a pout at him.

"you're so mean." your lips curl into a frown looking at the way jungwon has no remorse.

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the sounds of your and jungwon's lips smacking against each other filled the room. everyone else being long asleep, as it was pretty late in the night and the gathering ending a couple hours ago.

all that was left on your was your bra, thin material barely holding together your tits that jungwon adored and worshipped so much. the straps slid off your shoulders, being pulled down and showing your lucious tits. with your bra not even being properly off, jungwon's hands grabbing at your boobs, nipples in between his fingers as he twisted and fondled at them.

you let out low sighs of pleasure, feeling like jelly from your standing position, you would've fell down if it wasn't for jungwon's tight hold. "fuck baby, i would have you blow me right now but i need to fuck that sweet pussy of yours." your boyfriend manhandles you onto your front, onto the bed.

"arch that back for me pretty." jungwon says cursing at the slight of your slick dripping out of your spent pussy, down your legs. if only his fellow members knew he had you wrapped around his finger like this. the way you begged for him to fill you up with his thick cock that sent you into an overdrive of pleasure, fat tears streaming down your face as you go thru an intense orgasm.

and you didn't care to conceal or cover your sounds. jungwon completely forgot about that.. only focused on ruining you tonight.

but before all of this, he gave you a prior orgasm by eating you out. the sight of your needy hole throbbing, practically looking like it was ready to pull his cock in made jungwon let out a long groan.

loosing all of his patience to tease you any further. jungwon's hands are on the side of your hips guiding you to the position. you turn your head, tears slightly fogging your vision, seeing how jungwon slid off his boxers and gave his cock a few harsh strokes, you admired the veins that were decorated along his length, his pre-cum oozing out of his mushroom tip. you were entranced by the sight, mouth watering as you watch jungwon align his tip with your entrance.

circling his tip around your wetness, collecting it on his tip to use as lube. he pushes into you, one hand on your hip, and the other pushing your face into the pillow to try to suppress your loud shrieks and moans of his name. it didn't really help much because the walls were quite thin.. and the sounds of his hips smacking against the the soft plush skin of your ass echoing around the room.

you really tried to contain your sounds, hips pushing back to feel more of jungwon's cock stuffed deep into you. a hard smack lands on your left ass cheek. "naughty girl, is this not enough for you?" you mouth shapes into an 'o' as you felt jungwon increase his pace, relentless strokes hitting all parts of your body so so good.

"oh shit." you groan, eyes rolling head spinning at the sensation. it was nearly impossible with the speed jungwon's cock kept sliding in and out of you. "such a fucking pretty cockslut for me." jungwon groans, the feeling of your walls tightening around him from his words. he moves his hands to spread your asscheeks to see the way your tight walls you envelop his dick over and over again.

you let out a particularly loud moan when you feel your orgasm approaching, jungwon stopping his movements briefly to pull your head up, "shush baby, you don't want everyone hearing you like the cockwhore you are do you?"

"ngh no! too good wonnie i'm close pleaseplease?" you beg, attempting to move your hips back, jungwon's grip was too tight, just simply laughing at your state. he goes back to his moment, one hand pushing your face into the pillows, but the sounds were still quite loud, your muffled moans only spurred jungwon on more.

you lift your face up from the pillow telling jungwon that you're close, he knows by the way your body is tensing up, cunt clenching around his length so impossibly tight.

his fingers moving to your clit and rubbing your pearl as your release approaches, the coil in your stomach finally snapping around jungwon as you drop your body back onto the mattress, arms giving out and just leaving your whole upper body to rest on the sheets.

a laugh falls out of jungwon's mouth as he look at the state of you, slowing down his pace as he finishes inside of you, pulling out and seeing his cum dripping down the insides of your thighs. patting your ass softly, jungwon leans over you mumbling against your ear, "just one more pretty. i want you to ride me."

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"oh shit" you moan as jungwon finally bottoms out in you, your walls flutter around his walls causing him to throw his head back and groan at the feeling of you. hands placed on both of your hips in a tight grip, moving you up and down on his cock. another moan escapes your lips when one of his hands move to slap one of your ass cheeks, his hand easing the sight pain afterwards. "ride me like you mean it pretty."

jungwon's hands leaving your hips and rests behind his head, enjoying the sight in front of you, your eyebrows furrowed as you try to find a good pace, soft moans of his name repeating like a prayer over and over, it was all just too good.

finally finding a good pace, you feel tired as your pace slows, jungwon groans at the feeling of his cock practically splitting you open. finally giving you some help and moving his hands back to your hips as he moves you up and down.

"mmph jungwon! m' close!" your hands find placement on both sides of his shoulders, velvety walls tightening around his length again.

"come for me y/n." was all it took for you as your eyes rolled back, nails digging into his shoulder as jungwon finishes at the same time as you, stilling his movements and painting your walls white.

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your body is sprawled on the sheets, eyes half lidded as your boyfriend brings you up to help you redress yourself in a new set of clothes.

"you're insane." you sigh, knowing the next morning that your legs will be limp. jungwon laughs at you, giving you a small kiss and lays himself beside you.

as the morning comes, jungwon greets the other members a good morning, but an awkward silence is met. jungwon raises and eyebrow at the silence and the way his fellow members looked at him.

"holy shit jungwon! we didn't know you got that in you!"

[princessbrunette]

“you still mad at me?” while balls deep with rafe 😵‍💫😵‍💫.

GODDDD U ATE W THIS PROMPT 😩 like my jaw dropped

rafe was always doing this.

he’d make empty promises, plans even — talk to you all sweet with a warm hand on your back whispering suggestion of “that was the last time i’m getting involved with all that crazy shit, baby. i swear. s’just me you n’me now, you hear me?” and you being the fool, believed him.

until of course you’re catching him pulling back up to the drive on his motorcycle, yanking his helmet off with that ill-tempered expression of his that just tells you enough that somethings gone on, you know, the one where his teeth are grit, lips pressed together like they’d been sewn shut. that’s not even where it ends, because often times barry is close behind, pulling up alone side so they can debrief loudly in the living room, stinking up the place with pot. even if you were mad, you know the rules. no coming down the stairs when barry’s over.

you almost had started to enjoy the feeling of sulking when rafe would eventually skulk up the stairs after barry had left, shoulders heavy and ready to grovel. naturally, you put up quite the fight — and what might surprise you is that rafe let’s you mouth off, even if he knows you don’t understand the importance of his situation and likely never will.

“again and again rafe! how many times am i gonna have to put up with you just running off to god knows where when you promise me you’re not doing all that anymore! you were supposed to be with me today!” you nearly stomp your foot, that last sentence coming out childishly like an abandoned middle child. he nods, jaw ticking as he stares at the ground scratching his forehead, waiting for his lashing to end. once the tears start to roll, that’s his queue. like clockwork.

“come on, hey. y’know i love you, sweetheart. i’m sorry, okay?” he rushes to your side, sliding right up next to you on the bed and thumbing at the first batch of tears on your cheek, his hand so large it cups your skull at the same time. you want to preen into his touch, so elated with any affection after a day of missing him, worrying about him — but you don’t, because you’re still mad. be strong, you tell yourself.

you’re weak. you hate yourself.

not even 10 minutes of your sobbing and complaining later and he’s got your legs over his broad shoulders, balls slapping lewdly against you whilst he all but pumps you. his hands that are on your waist, using you as leverage reposition themselves so that he’s holding himself up over you more. a large hand wraps gently around your ankle as he does so, making sure your leg doesn’t slide off the strong slopes of his shoulder.

squeals and more tears are being punched out of you with each thrust, but he can see you physically relaxing, he can see you reaching out to him with a wobbling bottom lip so that you can hold onto his arms like you always do when he fucks you. it’s neutralising you.

“fuck, that’s m’girl.” he pants, mouth gaping at the way your pussy flutters around him. you’re so reactive to his voice he can’t believe it, never having met anyone who is so enamoured with everything he does. shit, maybe he should treat you better after all. he keeps talking, because he thinks you deserve to cum a whole bunch tonight, after putting up with all his shit. having a girlfriends made him gone all soft.

“you still mad at me?” he tilts his head, and you’re not sure if it’s intended to be mean or mocking, because it certainly doesn’t come out that way — his voice kind and eyes kinder, rolling the well kept muscles in his core to grind his cock against that spongey spot deep within. you don’t answer his question, clinging onto that last crumb of dignity and restraint. you pout through your whimpers, turning your head a little. he takes that opportunity to burrow down into your neck, his open mouth panting against your tepid skin as he speaks lowly again. “dont be mad at me baby. i’m only tryna look after my girl, you want that right?”

“mhm…” you reply before you permit yourself.

he slides his arms under you now, letting your legs down from his shoulders to hook around his waist instead. he’s holding your body close to his as he grinds, his pelvis smushed against your clit, making your thighs tremble and suddenly you’re so god damn close it hurts and you’ll do anything to cum.

“so good to me, baby.” he sighs and you cry out, arching your body harder to his. “i know. let it out. i’m so bad to you sweetheart s’the least i can do.” he mutters self pityingly before letting out a groan, cock pulsing inside you. you remember thinking about how right he was about that when you fell over the edge into a white hot orgasm.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Club Support(RenéeSlegersXKyraCooneyCrossXSlegersReader)

Summary: you go to a Game to support your Mom and the team. One of the Girls Starts flirting with you without knowing who you are.

You sat in the friend and family section during the Game against Aston Villa. Your moms Team won 4-1. You were quite proud of your Mom. She was the new headcoach for Arsenal, which always happened to be your favorite Team. Altough you weren't doing anything Football related. You were a firefighter/EMT. You just turned 23 and enjoyed working out. You did Basketball as a hobby.

After the game you walked onto the field. Before you could approach your Mom a brunette showed up right in front of you.

"well hello. Who do we have here? You must have fallen from heaven cause you look like an Angel!" Kyra said with a Mix of flirting and trying to Joke. You giggled a little.

"Not am Angel. Just a firefighter & EMT." You explained. "And my Name is y/n!" You added on. Renée was watching the whole interaction from a few feet away, standing next to Steph & Leah.

"does she know she is flirting with your daughter?" Leah asked.

"nope! She wasn't there when y/n picked me up after practice last time! She was in with the Physio." Your mom answered.

"Oh little pest is in for an emotional Rollercoaster once she finds out." Steph replied with a soft chuckle escaping her lips. Both Leah & your Mom were laughing. You glanced over to them. Knowing exactly what they were laughing about.

You then return to look at Kyra who then proceeded to flirt asking if she can buy a calender of you dressed in your firefighter gear.

"you can't buy a calender but if you play your cards right i can make you one!"you told her, winking at her. The face she made when you said this was priceless and you weren't the only one thinking that cause now your Mom, Leah and Steph where joined by Lia, Alessia, Katie , Caitlin & Beth.

"oh this Is fun to watch!" Beth said. Alessia and the others couldn't help but agree.

"even as one of her best friends i have to agree with you!" Alessia answered.

"this Is comedy gold!" Katie stated.

"can i take you on a date then. Cause i am sure i can Play my cards right!" Kyra let you know.

"i love your confidence!" You answered. Waiting for a few seconds to add something to your statement. "I mean it's so bold of you to just ask me out and flirt with me while my Mom is around!" You let her know.

"where is your Mom?" She asked and looked around. "What does she look like?" Kyra wanted to know. Which was your moms queue to walk over. The Girls from her team where excited about this like it was Christmas Eve.

"i see you have met my daughter." Your mom said and smiled amused. Patting Kyras shoulder and hugging you. You hug her back.

"hi Mom!" You replied. Laughing at kyras face. She stared at the two of you, mouth wide open and her eyes looked like they were gonna fall out of her skull. She was brought back to the Moment by all the Girls laughing. Katie was bend over, hitting her knees with her fists. She absolutly lost it.

"oh pest this Is hilarious!" Steph said in between laughs. Kyra flipped her off, she was about to walk away in embarrassment but you stopped her, gently holding her arm.

"so about that Date? how about i take you out tonight? Or you could come to my place and i can cook for you!" You suggested.

"but Renée, i mean your Mom is my Coach..." She started but your mom interrupted her before things would get awkward again.

"my daughter is an adult. So are you! If you want to go on a date i am all for it as long as it doesn't affect your performance in a negative way!" Your mom told her.

"thank you! It won't!" Kyra said with a smile. You kissed her cheek.

"Take a shower and then meet me in the parking lot. I am taking you home with me right away for Dinner and a movie!" You told her. She walked past the girls, now she was the one grinning and the Girls looked quite impressed that she actually managed to get a date with you after that.

Didn't take long for you to get together and you went to almost every Game. When you weren't working of course. Wearing an Arsenal Jersey with cooney-cross written on the back of course.

[thehighpriestess1]

Make A Wish Chapter 1 : The Bet

Warning: Self harm tendencies mentioned. Dark themes. 

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Gojo x y/n

a/n: Hi! I hope you all missed me as much as I missed you. This is my first work in a long long long time so forgive me, I am a bit out of practice. I hope you like this. Leave a comment if you want to join the taglist.

30th July 2024, 12:30 AM

The neon blue lights of the club gave a grim hue to the streets. You heels barely on your feet anymore tried their best to carry you from one club to the other. You frazzled hair welcomed the gush of the wind. You took a deep breath, filling up your lungs with the cold night air. Was it even night anymore? You looked up at the sky and chuckled. What a beautiful night this was. After weeks of downpour you could finally see the clear sky. A group of boys ran past you and you almost fell but regained your balance at the last second. 

If anyone were to make a judgement on you they would probably think you are high society women drinking her sorrows away. Some would even try to get close to you to gain a few favours. But little did they know, you had nothing to offer. 

With shaking legs you made your way from one bar to the other. Some didn’t let you enter and those that were allowed were filled with men trying to get into your pants. Maybe if you were a different person you would have found a handsome man and gone home with it. You were not judgemental that way. But you had no heart or soul left to care for anything. You had things to do tonight..or tomorrow morning. Does time even matter now? You reeked of not yours but perfumes of men you had been dancing with for the past 3 hours. 

What brought you here? Heartbreak? Or did you just want the courage to do one last thing right. Having a nice quiet night at home was a suitable option but a part of you feared that you might enjoy your time at home and change your mind. You were on a mission. So you bought a new dress, wore all of your best jewelry, carried your most expensive purse and walked out. 

Now as you stood outside of your 7th bar of the night you could barely see anything. You sniffled and wiped your mascara stained tears. Every place was the same. Crowded, sweaty, and filled with men making empty promises.

Your phone buzzed in your purse. You groaned and took it out, the screed displayed Shoko’s name and a selfie you took with her many moons ago and it made you want to throw up. You cut the call and saw a storm of texts coming from Shoko and Geto. Swiping right on one the texts you opened the chat but could barely read any message. 

Gojo…help…call.. What? Were they still worried more about him?! Him?! They were worried about the one with everything in the world?! You didn’t expect this from Shoko. Even if she had to pick a side, why couldn’t it be yours? Why can’t anyone ever look at you?! You had feelings too! Your lips quivered as you tried to stop yourself from breaking down in the middle of the road. You scrolled through the text..Gojo..find..please

Please….call…

The letter moved in and out of focus and you tried your best to string the words together to just see the three words you had been begging to hear from your friends. How are you? 

Your phone buzzed in your hand but it was Geto calling. You scoffed and cut the call. There was no way you were going to pick up his call. 

You needed to forget everyone. Especially the three of them. You were a fool to think they would ever be on your side. They were thick as thieves. Friends since they were one and you..you were just a cog in the system. Put in place to help them…no.. To serve them..a toy to entertain them. You took a deep breath and walked to your next stop. 

Loud music filled the alley as you looked for the next bar that would let you drink your sorrows away preferably quietly.You didn’t have it in you to stand in queues or flirt with the bouncer .A loud neon pink light snapped you out of your pity party for one. As you looked up, you saw a large neon pink sign, Fate. You had never seen this bar before and there was no queue or bounce so you stepped inside anyway. 

Contrary to the modern sign outside, the bar had an old parlour aesthetic. Leather couches were sprawled in the sets of two and a heavy oak round table sat in between them.Two men sat in a corner silently as they sipped their beer. A woman sat alone on a velvet chair to  your right drinking a shimmery cocktail and talking to herself. The circular bar counter in the center had a halo like effect, beckoning you to have another sip. The bartender was already looking at you with a welcoming smile like one offers to an expected guest. 

“Welcome!”. He called from a distance. 

You walked to the bar counter and sat on one of the velvet bar stools. “Hi, can I see your menu?”. You tried your best to appear sober. You can’t afford to get kicked out of yet another bar now.

“How about I suggest you a drink you really need…y/n?”

“Huh?” Did he just say your name or was it your mind playing tricks again? Must be the alcohol from hours of drinking. “Ummm..yeah sure”.

The man placed a glass of clear liquid in front of you.

“What’s this?” 

The bartender chuckled. “Water”. It’s bar policy to make sure that customers are hydrated, You see our drinks are quite strong”

You looked up from your glass of water to the bartender. He was handsome with a sharp jaw and high cheekbones. His doe-like eyes had a spark to them, like it held all the stars of the galaxy. His dark brown hair stood perfectly. His clean vest and crisp white shirt fitted his toned body quite well. His kind smile made you relax in your barstool. 

As you sipped the water you felt your body getting lighter. “Wow..thank you..I needed that”.

The man chuckled. 

“Not that I am drunk…but hydration is good”.

“It is, isn’t it. It’s sad how we forget to take care of ourselves. We don’t need to have a perfect life to take care of ourselves, do we?” He smiled again. 

“This place is quite..” You looked around at the largely empty bar. “...vacant”.

“Oh it’s an exclusive bar you see”. He said nonchalantly as he shook the tumblr in his hand.”Only those you need it can visit”. 

You frowned at him,”I..what?”.

The man chuckled again. “I said our aesthetic doesn't resonate with everyone”.

“oh…I see”. 

“Maybe you can help us. You work in marketing right?”. 

“Yeah..I used to..wait how do you..?”. 

“You told me a few seconds ago”. He said as he poured the drink into a goblet like glass.

“Did I?” You smiled nervously. “But yeah…I used to..I..”

“Got fired?”. He placed the drink on a metal coaster in front of you. 

You stared blankly at him. Maybe you had too much for today. “Yeah…Thank you”. You stared at the drink, it was pink like the sign outside with a hint of golden glitter. “This looks quite pretty”. You smiled widely and took your phone out and quickly took a photo. “What is it called?”

The bartender placed both of his palms flatly on the glass counter and leaned closer and looked at you, “it’s called a second chance”.

Another flirt, you thought to yourself. “Why is it called so?”

“You will find out soon”. He winked and turned away to work on the other side of the bar. 

You sipped your drink and realized that a faint song was playing in the bar that you didn’t hear when you walked in. The song grew louder but just enough so you can hear the lyrics. You were not sure you had heard it before. Change the prophecy…redo the prophecy…cards on the table

You sipped the drink and suddenly had a deep urge to redo everything. God if you could redo everything you would not make the same mistakes again. This wasn’t anger or vengeance. It was a desperate cry for help. Your head spun as the liquor trickled down your throat. The urge grew stronger with each sip.

1st June 2024 1:00 AM

“Hello”.

Hearing your mom's voice on the other end of the line made you choke up. “He..Hello..mom?”

“Y/n?”

You pressed your lips as you knew where the conversation would go but your heart wanted to try one more time. Hoping that she would remember that you were her daughter after all.

“I..I left him”. Your words came out in broken sobs. 

The silence made your heart tighten. 

“Why?”. Your mom asked sternly.

“I..I can’t do it anymore. I tried mom. I real-”

“Well you didn’t try hard enough. Relationships are hard. It needs work. You can’t just give up every time you have a fight”.

All the bottled up emotions came out as loud sobs escaped your lips. Snot and tears mixed and rolled down your chin. Your eyes burnt from hours of crying. “But mo-”.

“You know how much he has done for our family don’t you? If it wasn’t for him your brother would still be unemployed! God y/n….”

“Please..just..I will take care of you and Ren..I ca-”

“No! I..you need to grow up y/n. I..I have always supported you. But please..for the sake of our family..you need to work on it”.

You were speechless. This wasn’t the first sob filled cry for help. It wasn’t 10th either. You didn’t know whether your mother was just sick of your sob story or she loved his acts of kindness more than she loved her own daughter. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t deny how much he has done for your family. But you could not ignore what he was doing to you either. You knew you could never match up to you everything he had done but that didn’t merit your sad obedience to him. 

“Hello? y/n?”. Your mother called out.

“I..”. You wiped your tears away and took a deep breath. “..you know what he has done”.

You mom stayed silent for a few seconds and you hoped that just for a second she would pity you.

“So what? Men are stupid. They make mistakes. Even your dad-”.

“Do not compare him to dad! He is nothing like him! Dad cared enough to change! He doesn’t! Oh god! I..I can’t..mom I am sorry…I can’t..I can’t take this anymore. Please…just..help m-”

“Do what you want y/n. Just remember that if it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have any of this. He is your-”.

“Don’t say it”. You cut her off staring at the ring on your hand. What a joke. “If I stay with him for another day it would kill me..I might ki-”

“Do whatever you want then!”. She yelled from the other end. “I would rather have no daughter than have an ungrateful daughter like you!”. 

Those were the last words she said to you.

You held the phone in your hand and sat staring blankly at the wall. When a fierce thunder lit up the dark room you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You looked no different from a zombie with hair frizzy and falling over your shoulder in knots, eyes red and swollen, skin red and lifeless. You had been wearing the same t-shirt for over a week now. Is this life even worth living? 

Your phone buzzed and Shoko’s text flashed on the screen,

Shoko: You are taking things out of context. You should hear him out.

Shoko: I will support you in whatever decision you take. But you need to talk to him once.

Shoko: It was all planned by Mishki. 

All the texts were about him. Everyone wanted him. Everyone was charmed by him. No one cared about what you wanted or how you were doing. You had no one. No one would miss you if you were gone. 

You looked at the calendar hanging on the wall. 2 months until your birthday. What a nice way to go..on your birthday…

“Excuse me?”You called out to the bartender. “Can I get another drink?”.

The man walked over to you and took your glass away. “Sorry, only one drink per person”. He smiled.

“Wh-”

“It’s time for you to step out y/n”.

You gulped harshly. Maybe you made a fool of yourself again, it wasn’t the first or the third time. Same story every night. “How much do I owe you?”. You asked as you shot an apologetic smile.

“You can give whatever you want”. 

So it was one of those places where customers decided the price. You took the Amex card out and stared at it for a second,hoping that the payment goes through, before sliding it across the table. 

“We don’t take cards, sorry”. 

You rummaged through your purse to look for cash but had none. “I am sorry I don’t have cash”. 

“We take payments in every form”.

You were taken aback with this comment. Swate beads formed on your forehead as you realized what the situation was.

The man laughed heartily. “I mean the bracelet on your wrist looks pretty good as a payment”.

You looked down at  your wrist. You had worn all three cartier love bracelets that he had gifted you. Even the just un clou and love rings. You didn’t know why you were wearing them all at once. Should you even have it with you? Each piece of jewelry brought back bittersweet memories. One by one you took out all your jewellery and the watch and placed it on the counter. The counter was now littered with earrings, necklace, bracelets, rings, and a watch. All gifted by him. “There you go”. 

“Are you sure you will not miss these? They seem sentimental”

You stared at the bundle and shook your head. 1st bracelet for when you caught him in the parking lot, rings for when he stood you up on numerous dates, necklace for when you caught him at his grandfather’s funeral, and the watch for when he didn’t show up for your grandfather's funeral. It was time to let go of these. “Please keep all of this”.

“By the way y/n..”. 

You looked up, sweeping your hair to one side, “Yes?”

“Happy BIrthday”.

“Thank You”. You smiled sadly and hopped off the barstool. 

“I will see you again”. 

“I doubt so. Thank you once again”

You grabbed your purse and made your way to the door. Right above the door was a sign etched in golden on dark wood. Fata Viam Invenient. 

A cold gust of wind blew your hair and welcomed you when you stepped outside. You didn’t want to go home just yet and all the bars where you were not banned were shutting down now. You wanted a few more hours out of life.  Your phone buzzed once more but you didn’t bother checking it this time. You looked down at the black mini kelly and held it in your hand like a mother nursing a child, another gift from him for forgetting your birthday. Last of the painful gifts. You wanted to throw it away but a part of you wanted to hold onto it. To remind yourself that he was real. That all of it happened. It wasn’t a nightmare. It was a glorious war that you lost. But god you fought it bravely and gave it your all. 

Someone coughed loudly, snapping you out of your fantasies.On your right you saw a homeless man shivering in the cold, black soot marks littered over his face, salt and pepper hair matted to his head.He was slouching against the concrete wall of the bar .Was it winter already? Alcohol coursed through your veins and a smile grazed your lips as you found your companion for the night. You stumbled and made your way to the man and sat next to him and lit the last cigarette in your 20 pack box. He gave you a sympathetic look. 

“You alright, miss?”. He asked kindly.

You chuckled, “Are you in a position to ask me how I am doing?”. Taking a long drag you rested your head against the concrete wall. 

The man looked down and saw the red scars on your knees. “All I can offer is kindness”. He said softly.

Kindness. A concept foreign to you. “Kindness..” You rolled the word on your tongue. “....thank you..for your kindness”, you said wiping another tear.

“Heartbreak?” The man asked.

You smiled. “I….maybe..yes”.

“Who is the man…”. The man pulled his coat closer as another gust of wind swept the alley. An empty beer clanked and rolled to your feet. 

“He is..a myth….he is not real..not anymore..”. You took out your Burberry scarf and wrapped it around the man’s neck. “Take this..”.

The man rubbed the material between his fingers and gave you a questioning look. “This is real. This must be quite expensive”.

You smiled, “Keep it, I don’t want it”.

“That man must be stupid to let go of a woman like you”.

“Trust me I am not that kind..”. Your cigarette was on its last few drags and it bummed you. “Do you want to eat something?”

The man nodded. 

“Gottit! Let’s order some food!” You took your phone out and began scrolling through restaurants on Ubereats. “Aha!”. With a childish smile you placed your order.

“What’s your name?”. The man asked. 

You looked at him but he looked slightly different now. His face seemed clearer. You shrugged it to the effects of alcohol wearing out. “Y/n..what’s yours?”.

“Yojutsusha” The man smiled.

“Interesting name”

You sat in silence for a while watching drunk salary men puking in the corner, Men carrying drunk women out, some waiting for a cab, friends laughing loudly, everyone had a reason to be here..except you.

You tried to recall how this night started. But it didn’t matter. This was your night time routine. While most people preferred serums, moisturiser, calming music, or tea..you preferred the bitter taste of alcohol and stumbling from one bar to another. Drinking with strangers every night. But in every strange face you saw glimpses on him. Some had the same nose, some had the same lips, but no one was wholly him. The thought of him made your heart ache. You ruined everything. You could have had a good life, a job, a loving partner, a friend..but here you were, drunk, lost, sitting in a dingy alley waiting for your food. 

A delivery man on his scooter stopped in front of you and looked around with a Ubereats bag in his hand. You snapped out of your thoughts and raised your hand, “Oi! Here! Delivery for y/n?”.

The delivery man looked apprehensive but shyly walked over to you, “Y/n?”

“That’s me!”. You smiled and extended your hand towards him.

The man seemed unsure as he looked over to the homeless man next to you. He wanted to question you more but also wanted to get out of here as soon as possible so he handed you the paper bag.

“Dinner’s ready!”. You slurred and took out two bags of french fries, fried chicken, and two diet coke. “Here, have this”. You passed a portion to the homeless man. 

The silence between the two of you was comfortable. Neither of you said a word but occasionally you felt the man looking at you. Maybe he pitied you.

“I don’t pity you”. The man chuckled. 

You laughed with your mouth half filled with food. “Sorry..I was just thinking out loud I guess”. The warm food and his company brought you comfort. For the first time in the last 6 months you felt okay. You had a strange feeling in your heart, you were ready to give it all up. Nothing mattered anymore. You have lived your life. You touched the sun and now your wax wings were burning. The pain was your price to pay for dreaming of the glowing sun. If you fall, so be it. It was worth it. Years of pain, guilt, heart break, loss…all worth it. You had touched the sun. 

“Would you like to play a game?”. The man asked, wiping his mouth. 

“What kind of game?”. You asked.

“A bet”. He smiled with his mischievous eyes.

30th July, 2024 12:00 AM

Gojo paced frantically around your living room. He kept on checking his phone every few steps. Hoping to get some updates from you. “Did she answer your call?” He asked Shoko for the 100th time.

“No. But she read the messages just now”. She said, wiping her tears. She looked at her phone in one hand and your letter in another. What if it was too late? What if they were too late?

“That’s a relief. I am getting my men to track her phone down!”. He sat down next to her and hysterically typed instructions to his men who were in a van outside the building praying that they track you down. Their life depended on it. 

How did it all come to this? Gojo questioned everything. Few hours ago he was on his way to your home with a bouquet of flowers and a cake and now the flowers are dead and the cake box is on the floor. He remembered looking all over the apartment for you but all he found was the letter on the kitchen counter. Gojo didn’t believe it at first. But once he looked at the empty fridge, wiped out the closet, and an almost empty house, he knew…He fucked up. He realized everything too late..and now he might lose you forever. All because of his selfish pride and ego. If he could, he would kill himself over and over again before letting anything happen to you. He would take his heart out and stab it thousand times over to feel the pain he has caused you. Did he even deserve you? How could he be so blind?

“Please…god please..”. He begged no one in particular. 

Shoko sat frozen next to him and clenched the letter in her hand. She was the person Gojo called, hoping that she would know something. If she was being honest and had any will to talk she would admit that she was surprised when Gojo called her. She was surprised that Gojo cared at all. “Why did you come here?”. She asked.

“I..I don’t know. I just wanted to talk to-”.

“You turned everyone against her didn’t you?”

Gojo remained silent. He was guilty. But he wanted to make things right now. 

Shoko took a deep breath and continued, “You turned me against her. You told me that she tried to sleep with Geto. Was any of it true?”. Her heart beat loudly against her chest. She didn’t know whether she wanted it to be true or not. Either way she would not be able to live with herself.

“No”. 

Shoko broke down. She howled like a mad woman as she hit Gojo with her fists. “Why?! Why?! Why?! You are a monster! A fucking monster! You were my friend!”.

Gojo tried to hold her down to calm her and one of her fists landed on his nose. 

An eerie silence filled the house as a trickle of blood dripped down his nose. “I deserve it”. He said. “I ..I can’t explain right now…”.

“Try!”.

“I didn’t want to lose her. I did horrible things! I know! But I didn’t want to lose her! She..”, Gojo gulped harshly.”..she would have left me if she had you..or anyone…I couldn’t let that happen..I know I got selfish and made some bad decisions but I..I love her. I love her. I..love her.”.

Shoko stayed silent for a while. She had known Gojo and Geto since she was one. She trusted them. But you were her best friend. You were the friend she needed but never had.  

“If we find her, I will talk to her and I don’t want you to be near her ever again”.

“I..can’t let that happen”. Gojo said coldly. 

“Why Satoru? Why do you want to make her life a living hell again? There is nothing in the letter that mentions you. So you..and your empire are safe! Just do me the favour of finding her and leave!”. 

“Stay here until I get back”, Gojo couldn’t sit here and do nothing. He needed to find you before it got too late so he picked up his car keys and left.

30th July 2022 10:00 PM

Gojo groaned as his phone rang once again. He didn’t need to look who was calling him. He knew it was you. 

“Shouldn’t you pick it up?”. Mishki said as she sipped her red wine and looked a thim through her lashes. 

“It’s nothing important”.

“What if it’s your..fiance?”. 

Gojo let out a tired sigh and chuckled defeatedly. “You got me. It is her”.

Mishki raised a brow prompting him to go on. 

“She is probably calling to check where I am, what am I doing, When will I see her, ugh…it’s never ending…and she is not my fiance".

"Oh but that's not what I have heard"

Gojo smiled charmingly, "Do you know how many women in the city claim to me by girlfriends?"

“I see. Interesting relations you have..Satoru. I hope I can call you that”.

“You can call me anything you want. Shall we discuss our deal now?”. 

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Back at home you sat on the couch with your face in your hands. Tear drops rolled down your chin onto the cake that had been sitting out for 3 hours. You knew Gojo was a busy man so you didn't expect him to do much but picking up your call on your birthday was the bare minimum you expected.

On clue, 5 minutes before the clock struck 12 Gojo walked through your living room door and rolled his eyes when he sae your puffy eyes and tired face. "oh come on now!".

"Where were you?", you got up and made your way towards him. "I have been calling you for-"

"For the past 3 hours? I know! Can't you get a hint?"

"Satoru..it's..".

"It's what y/n?! How many times have I told you to not disturb me when I am in a meeting? Don't you get it by now that I am a busy man! I don't have time to play house with you!"

"It's my birthday for fuck's sake!". You screamed.

Gojo was taken aback by your outburst. "So? I work on my Birthday! What is so special about birthdays anyway?!"

You stared at him blankly. "I..I just wanted to have dinner with you on my birthday. It is special to me".

"Why didn't you call Shoko then huh?".

"I did but..but she said she was busy".

Gojo scoffed, drawing the dagger deeper in your heart. "See, not everyone has the free time to sit and celebrate like kids. You need to grow up". He walked over to you and took you in his arms, "Look y/n, you know that everything I do, I do it for us right? So please be on my side here. I am really trying".

His embrace brought you comfort and you relaxed in his arms and nodded. Maybe you blew things out of proportion. "I know, you're right. It's just a birthday. It comes every year anyway".

"Exactly!". Gojo pulled back and smiled at you. "Now go wash your face and let's go to bed. I am tired".

As you lay in bed wide awake you thought about the uncut cake in the fridge. You turned around hoping to wake up Gojo but realised that he would probably call you childish for caring about a cake.

The fridge light illuminated the kitchen as you crouched down and slowly tried to pull out the cake. It was Gojo's favourite strawberry and cream cake.

You lit a small candle on a triangle piece and made a silent wish,"I want to be happy".

As you ate the cake in silence you looked around at the luxurious apartment he generously gifted you. When you first moved in it was your happy place, your sanctuary. But, lately it has been getting cold. You had everything that someone of your standing could ask for. A house, a car, a partner who supported you..financially. It all felt like a gold cage now.

You would happily trade all this comfort for a partner who wanted your company more than he wanted the next big offer on the table. You laughed to yourself. Were these really your problems now? Few years ago you would have taken this happily but now you are bitching about it as you eat an expensive slice of cake.You had touched the your amex card more than you had touched him in the past few months.Being with Gojo made you realise that how wrong you were in running after the money. Guess this was a small price to pay. People in castles are often lonely.

30th July, 2024 2:00 AM

Gojo drove at an ungodly speed across the city, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. He visited every restaurant and cafe you had mentioned. His best guess was that you would visit your favourite cafe on your birthday or maybe the place where you had your first date with him. But if he was being honest, he had no clue where to look for you. In the last two months he barely looked at you or spoke to you and it was all his fault. He was so busy fixing everything that he forgot to fix one thing that mattered the most, your heart. 

All your pleas and fights rang in his ear serving a cruel reminder of his actions. His heart raced faster than the time as he thought about everything he could have done differently. God if only he had one last chance he would do things differently. All the money in the world could not undo his actions. He groaned and hit the steering wheel thinking how misplaced his priorities were. By the time he realised what mattered the most, it was already too late. He hoped that it wasn’t too late. He prayed that you were safe and sound somewhere and that when he found you, you would find it in your heart to forgive him. But he knew deep in his heart, the best thing he can do for you is to let you go. But how could he? How could he let go of you? You brought sunshine into his life. Everything he was today was because of you. You were his motivation, his totem keeping his world stable.

He thought about your last Birthday and his actions brought bile to his mouth. He felt disgusted at himself. He imagined himself running out of the meeting to see you and how you would jump in his arms happily and he would kiss your pain away. But he didn't run out of any meetings. He didn't let you go when he should have. Instead he brought more pain to your life. He cursed you. He hurt you.

As the streetlights flashed past him, he wondered what he would say if he found you. Was it too late for a genuine apology? People gave him questioning looks as he ran the streets looking around in every direction. In this big and cold city he felt lost. He stopped and called out to women who looked like you and gave them a disappointing look when he realized he was wrong. 

He ran through alleys with questionable people waiting to take advantage of a vulnerable man. He spent thousands of dollars on strangers hoping to get some direction. He pulled his hair and screamed in empty alleys leading to a dead end. 

He never gave you the time you deserved and now time was slipping through his fingers. With each passing second, with each dead end lead, with each negative response, Gojo was slipping into insanity. 

Gojo stopped his car at a pier where the two of you would often meet. He sat on the bench where you had your first kiss. Defeated, devastated, tired, and hopelessly in love. Broken sobs filled the silence around him. “Please..God please!!”. He hung his head like a soldier who lost the war he was sure to win. His tears stained the light wood near his feet in dark brown. “Please..please..please..!!!”. He screamed. 

His phone buzzed. The message on the screen broke his cracked heart. “Found y/n’s phone by the river”. 

He was too late. It was too late. The world spun around him and then it all went dark.

30th July 2024, 4:00 AM

“How am I losing every time?”. You groaned and looked at the man hopelessly. 

The man shrugged looking at the spread of cards in front of him. “You are not playing with your heart”.

You scoffed looking at the cards in your hand,”My heart has been played enough. I should be using my brain now”.”

“In this game and in life people make the fatal mistake of not balancing between their feelings and logic. Do not force yourself to use logic where you should be listening to your heart”.

You laughed, “You are quite cryptic”.

“What do you want to bet next?”. He asked. Maybe it was the fading effects of liquor, but the man seemed wise and not as ragged as you had found him. 

“Hmm..let me see”. You pondered over his words for a moment.” So far I have lost my heels, my jacket..all I have left is my bag”

“Are you willing to part with it?”.

You held your bag in your hand and took a deep breath, “Yeah, why not”. You took your phone and placed the bag in between the two of you.

“Are you forgetting something?”

You chuckled, “what rule am I forgetting now?”

“Your keys. I am sure a girl like you has a house to return to”.

Your mind went numb. Did you even want to go back? What was the point? “No. I have everything I need”. After all, all you needed was your phone for identification. “Okay, so what do I do now?”.

“Now you pick a card from the deck?”

The deck of cards that the man had pulled out hours before was not the regular cards you had at home. Sure it was the basic 52 card deck, but they felt premium to hold. You felt the card between your fingers, turning it around to see the golden rune calligraphy on the navy blue background. “Oh…this card is blank..”.

The man smiled and began arranging his cards neatly in a pile on top of remaining cards. One can not interfere with fate. Humans think that fate is largely in our hands but little do we know that there are powers beyond our comprehension that work in cohesion to chart our life. Long ago you had cursed the fates, a curse so powerful that it compelled the fate to hear your plea. Now, you were given a chance to redo your life. An apology from the fates. 

“Is it?”

“Mmhmm”. You extended the card for the man to see. 

“What are the other cards in your hand?”.

“Queen of hearts, King of spades, and a-’

“Ace of hearts?”

You looked at the man in disbelief. Was he a con man, did you just get conned? You laughed at yourself. “Yes. An Ace of hearts”

The man smiled to himself and looked at you. A much younger version of him stared back at you.

“You!”. Your eyes widened as you realized why the man seemed familiar. “I just saw you inside!”. The same man who served you the drink was sitting in front of you. 

“What does your heart desire y/n?”

“Who are you?! And..and why..”. You felt dizzy and disoriented. “Did he..did he send you?” You stuttered. 

“Who? The god?”. The man laughed from his stomach. “You called me y/n. Did you forget?”

“Wh..what..no..I don-”.

“Yes you did. You screamed to the thundering skies above and asked for one more chance! So there you go!”. The man stared at you excitedly like a magician about to do the grand reveal.

Your hands trembled as you slowly turned the card to see three golden words appear on it out of thin air, Make a wish. You felt as if all the air had been sucked out of your lungs. 

The man looked at you with folded hands and dropped shoulders. “Well, since you were going to end your life anyway, I thought today would be the best time to-”.

Before the man could finish you grabbed your phone and bolted in the other direction. Tears ran down your face and the world spun around you. You looked back once to see if he was following you but the alley was empty now.

“Careful now”. The man appeared in front of you causing you to lose your balance. “Oops! Can’t let you get hurt”. He smiled as he caught you with one arm. 

“Please let me go..I will ..I swear I will never tell anyone about this”

“Darling even if you do, no one would believe you”. He shrugged and handed you the single card. “Take it. What’s the worst that can happen?”.

You took a few steps back and gulped hershey.

“Your time is running out y/n. You would be dead in..”. He took out a pocket watch and stared at it amusingly. “..in about 10 minutes”.

“What..why? Please don’t kill me!”.

“Aha!”. The man took one step towards you as you took one step away from him. “I can’t kill you. Since you decided to do the honours yourself tonight, I was just biding time with you. You can either accept this card and start over or…well..”, A shot of smoke appeared from his right palm, “,,poof..you can choose to cease to exist”.

You stared at the card in his left hand and his pocket watch in the right. Was this really happening? 

“Come one y/n, there must be someone you would live for..what about baby ren?”

Your eyes widened. “What..what is the catch?”.

“Oh there is no catch. It is merely an apology from me..I mean us. The only condition..you will be sent to a specific decisive moment in your life and from there…it all you..”. 

“What if..what if I…”.

“This is your last chance. You will never see me again..ever”.

Everything that had happened in the last few years flashed before your eyes. All the lies, betrayal, hurt, why did you have to suffer? You thought about the countless days where you cried in your bed curled up like a baby. Did you deserve that? You thought about all the fights you had in your mind where he gave you a chance to explain. But did he? All the dreams he showed you were all smoke and mirrors in the end. All the promises were just words spewed out in a blissful moment. He used you in the cruelest way and god oh god you missed who you used to be before you.He was a forbidden fruit that you dared to taste and you wished he had left you wondering instead. You would have died for his sins but you were dead inside. You thought about all the times you wished to redo things, to never cross paths with him again. This was your chance. 

You took the card from his hand and looked at him, “What do I do now”.

“Now you close your eyes y/n..”

You nodded your head.

“All the best y/n”. The man smiled. 

With a deep breath you closed your eyes and then it all went dark.

You opened your eyes and found yourself staring at your laptop screen. Your heart pounded in your ear and sweat beads rolled down your forehead like a string of pearls. HArsh sunlight blinded your eyes and you squinted to make sense of your surroundings. It wasn’t your room and yet it seemed familiar. Was it all a cruel dream? You gulped down the half empty glass of water kept on your table and leaned back in your chair gasping for air.

You stared blankly at the fan above and then it dawned on you. Slowly you got up and checked the date on your phone.

1st January 2021, 10:00 AM…

So it was all a dream then. But it felt too real. You ran your hands through your hair and took another deep breath. Just as you were about to get up from your desk a faint familiar blue peeking between pages of your diary caught your eye. With a quivering breath you dared to flip the page and the room got drained of oxygen when you saw the same card with the three words written. So it was all real. 

Right above the card scribbled in haphazard writing were cursed words that changed your life, Domain Dynamics Inc Interview : 01/01/21 10:15 AM. 

A team's notification snapped you out of your thoughts and saw a meeting reminder. You smiled to yourself and joined the meeting.

“Hello, y/n! Congratulations on getting through previous rounds! We are ha-”.

“I can not accept this offer”. You said as excitement coursed through your veins.

“Excuse me?”

“I..I am sorry for wasting your time but I can not accept this offer”.

“Y/n..if this is about your salary then we ca-”.

“It’s not. It’s not about the salary. 120k is a lot and I am sure you will find a better suited and more…deserving candidate for this role. I can’t accept this offer. Thank you for your time”. You ended the meeting with a wide smile on your face. Now you will never cross paths with him again.

“Good riddance”. You mumbled to yourself and opened your email. You remembered this day very very well. 

To: n.kento@goldenratiodesigns.com

Hello Mr.Kento,

It has been a pleasure interviewing with your firm and getting to know you and samantha. I would like to let you know that I will gladly accept your offer. I have attached a signed copy of my offer letter. Please let me know if anything else is needed from my end.

Looking forward to working with you and the team!

Regards,

Y/n l/n.

“Fuck Yess!!!!”. You creamed as you punched the air. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”.

“Y/n! What happened?”. You mom walked in barging through your bedroom. 

You turned around and saw the version of your mom not corrupted by Gojo but your still ached. You got up and hugged your mom like you were afraid to lose her.

She gently rubbed your back and chuckled,”What happened? I thought you had an interview right now so we were all quiet.”

“I..yes I did. But I didn’t accept the offer from Domain Dynamics”. You moved back and looked to the ground like a guilty child caught stealing.

“Why not?”

You could have lied that they didn’t offer a good pay but you wanted to know in your heart that she loved you regardless of how much you earned. 

“They were paying well but I didn’t like the company. People were quite rude and..selfish”.

“Oh, okay. What about the other firm?”.

“I accepted the offer from Golden Ratio Designs! The pay is lower than Domain Dynamics but I loved the team and everyone is really nice and supportive”. Your gulped anticipating cruel words that you had grown accustomed to,

Your mother stepped towards you and gently caressed your cheeks. “I am so proud of you. I am sure you made the right decision”.

Her words brought tears to your eyes and you wrapped your arms around her. “I promise I will take good care of you, dad, and ren! You don’t have to worry about anything!”.

“Oh my baby! If you are happy then we are happy!”. She smiled. “When do you have to move to tokyo?”.

“I don’t have to. The firm is right here in Kyoto”.

Taglist: @missybrat @lem-hhn @byakuya61085 @starlightanyaaa @inlove-maze

[holyhadesimweird]

shinigami bebop

masterlist

pairing : shinji hirako x fem!reader

summary : shinji's favourite jazz bar is packed tonight and he has no choice but to sit next to you, the owner's sister. shinji hopes to see you again after tonight.

word count : 1.0k

requested by : @veeepawoon

request/prompt : Maybe something with Shinji?🙏For example him listening to some music/going into a jazz club and meeting the reader?

note : thank you for the request!! i've been wanting to write for shinji but haven't been able to find a concrete idea i wanted to write for until i saw this. also i kinda ignore shinigami stuff in this fic. not necessarily that it doesn't exist in this universe, but it isn't focused on.

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the sun was starting to set as shinji made his way into town. in about an hour, the jazz bar he started frequenting about a year ago would be starting it's nightly jazz set.

unfortunately for him and fortunately for his good friend, the bar owner, it had gained popularity recently after a celebrity had visited it about a month ago.

shinji wished it would go back to being his secret place once the popularity died down. but his wishes wouldn't be answered tonight as it looked to be the busiest it's ever been. there was a line out the door and what seemed to be security at the entrance. shinji assumed it wouldn't be a permanent arrangement and went into the queue.

when he got to the door and met with security, he handed them his id and waited for approval before entering. once inside he could see the stage and the band that was preparing for the performance that would start soon. making his way to the bar to order a drink, he saw the face of the owner, a woman who called herself 'honey', light up at the sight of him. laughing excitedly and running over, honey ran out from behind the bar and engulfed shinji in a hug.

"shinji! how are you?! it's so busy, isn't this amazing?!" she exclaimed.

"it is amazin', congratulations! i hope for your sake it stays busy." he told her. "but where am i supposed to sit?"

"oh my god! i don't have enough seats for everyone here." honey gasped. "oh but my sister is by herself tonight, do you mind sharing a seat with her? she's real sweet and she has the best seat in the building."

"if your sister doesn't mind, i'd love to sit with her. i want to listen to my favourite band. comfortably, and not standing the entire time." he replied.

"let me go ask her, i'll be right back." the woman told him. "asuke! get this man whatever he drink he wants, it's on the house!" honey yelled at the bar before walking away.

a few minutes later, shinji was sipping on a light lager when he saw honey walking towards him, her hand holding another person's hand as she lead them towards shinji.

the woman honey was with, was beautiful. her hair was pulled back into an elegant messy bun, the dress she wore hugged her curves perfectly, and the shy smile she wore on her lips was stunning. shinji was hypnotized.

"shinji, i'd like you to meet my sister, (y/n). (y/n), i'd like you to meet shinji." honey introduced the two of you.

taking the hand you extended into his, your expression turned to one of shock when he bent over to kiss your hand instead of shaking it.

"it's a pleasure to meet you (y/n). i hope you don't mind me intruding on the best seat in the building." shinji said, straightening out.

"of course not, anything for a friend of honey's." you replied, a light smile on your lips.

"well you two, i think the show's going to start in a minute, get back to your seats, i'll get someone to check in on you soon." honey said, walking back towards to bar.

"well, lead the way beautiful." shinji encouraged, taking your hand again. he was pretty sure his words and the hand holding were causing you to blush and you turned to lead him away before he could see if he was right.

he was being a lot bolder today than he normally would and was hoping it was paying off.

you lead him upstairs and into a private area just above everyone else that gave a perfect view of the band. just as you two sat down, the band started their set.

two songs into their set, a waitress came upstairs and took your orders. after you handed the waitress the drink menu you were looking at, you went to take a peak at shinji who was already looking at you. when he saw you look at him, his lips pulled back into a wide grin causing you to raise an eyebrow at him and tilt your head to the side, questioning him silently.

"i saw your nose crinkle when i said i wanted a dark lager for my second drink. you don't like dark lagers?" shinji questioned, teasing you.

"i do not like dark lagers, they're disgusting, they're so gross." you said, sticking out your tongue in disgust. this caused shinji to laugh at you.

you two continued talking quietly throughout the band's performance and continued talking when the next band came on. there were moments of silent between each other when you'd enjoy the music. you closed your eyes and focused on the music and when you opened your eyes, you saw shinji staring at you with a smile on his face. eventually, you wanted to head home and shinji offered to walk you home with the approval of your sister.

you two enjoyed walking and talking, your hands joined together as you swayed your arms. once you made it back to your place, you asked shinji to stay in the entrance while you searched for something. he wasn't quite sure what you needed to search for while he was here, but he took the opportunity try and look around at what he could see of your apartment.

"aha!" he heard you cheer, making him turn to try and see you again.

eventually you stepped back into view with a smile on your lips and a pen in your hand. making your way to him, you leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek before saying that you needed to head to bed and that you hoped he had a good time tonight. shinji understood that it was a request for him to head out, and he replied that he hoped you enjoyed your night as well.

starting his walk back home, shinji stuffs his hands in his pockets and feels the distinct feeling of a piece of paper he hadn't placed there and pulls it out to observe it.

"call me ~(y/n)" the note read, with a phone number below your name.

shinji wondered how early was too early to call you as he recalled the evening you two had, the kiss you placed on his cheek and stared at the piece of paper in his hand.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

This song came on my shuffle while I was cleaning so therefore I am not responsible for this heinous crack 🙃 But also, sorry in advance 💀

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!BAU!reader established relationship (+ a feature by two of the BAU hooligans)

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“We really couldn’t fly into a closer airport?” you grumble under your breath, forehead pressed against the cool window of the Tahoe as a seemingly endless expanse of cornfield flies by in a blur.

Hotch uses the rearview mirror to glance at your sour face, raising a single eyebrow in challenge. “And where, pray tell, is this closer airport you speak of? Hiding amongst the corn?”

“Hiding amongst the corn?” you mimic in a childish tone, and he grunts in response although the corner of his mouth twitches with mirth.

“It was almost better when you two were keeping things under wraps,” Derek chimes in from the passenger seat. His long legs allowed him to claim shotgun while you and Emily were relegated to the back. Dave, JJ, Garcia, and Spence were in the vehicle behind you, much to Penelope’s chagrin about being thwarted from “napping on my sturdy hunk of Derek,” as she had so eloquently put it.

“To be fair, you chose to ride with us,” Aaron comes to your defense, and you pipe up with a vindicated, “Yeah! Thanks, babe.” You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek and he frowns at you, pulling a pouty, “What?” from you in return.

“Sit back and put your seatbelt on,” he chides gruffly, and you can hear the unspoken brat that would’ve been sure to follow if you were alone.

“Fine,” you huff in feigned annoyance, settling into your seat and clicking your seatbelt in place.

The car is silent for a few minutes save from the wind whipping past, then you lean towards the center console and ask, “Can we at least listen to music?”

Emily perks up at that, pulling her head from the case file in her lap. “Music would be good.”

“Here, Derek,” you offer, sliding your phone towards him. “It’s unlocked so you can queue songs. But if I see you swiping anywhere else, I swear to god-”

“Chill, Y/N,” he laughs out. “Ain’t no way I’m risking burning my retinas with a nude from our boss man.”

“Morgan,” your boyfriend sighs like an exasperated parent while you tease, “Only cause he’s too hot to look at.”

“Please just put some music on,” Aaron groans after your comment, and you can see the back of his neck flushed red through the gap between the seat and headrest.

“Alright, alright,” Derek finally relents, plugging in your phone and then turning to smile at you when he spots a playlist titled AH🖤. “Now that’s pretty cute,” he admits, and you return his grin with a bashful one of your own.

Then your smile morphs into a horrified gasp when his thumb hovers over the playlist, the world seeming to move in slow motion as his finger makes contact with the screen.

Corpse’s gravelly voice instructing the listener to Choke me like you hate me, but you love me blares through the speakers as you shriek in surprise. Hotch jams his palm into the volume knob, mercifully cutting off the music before the next line can assault everyone’s ears.

The car is plunged into silence once more as your face flushes under the delighted scrutiny of one Derek Morgan. Emily, to her credit, remains unfazed (mostly because she’s the recipient of your lascivious texts about Aaron).

“We’re never talking about this again,” you whisper, mortified, unwilling to meet Aaron’s gaze in the rearview mirror. You’re so paying for this when you get to the hotel tonight.

“On the contrary,” Derek counters in an almost giddy fashion, “I just figured out how we’re going to pass the time until we reach the precinct. So, Y/N, are you the choker or the chokee?”

You collapse on yourself, head in your hands as you wail, “I wanna die,” while your boyfriend quietly mumbles, “I’m resigning when we get back to Quantico.”

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A/N: For those of you wondering… yes, this song is on my Hotch playlist 🥵

AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies

[infiniteeight8]

Hi! I’m currently reading my way through all of your IronStrange fics (it’s 12:08 am and I have No Regrets) and would like to place a request/prompt

Maybe Stephen walking in to find Engendering TM has gone wrong for Peter and Tony? One of them could be stuck to the ceiling or covered in fire extinguisher spray

I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the fics! 😀 

I've skipped ahead a bit in my queue. There were a couple before this that needed some extra thought.

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Stephen opens a portal to the hallway outside the lab. Experience has taught him never to portal directly into the lab. Not when Peter and Tony are in there together.

Tony isn’t actually as reckless in the lab as most might think. Not when they aren’t in the middle of a crisis. After all, if he destroys something, he’s only making more work for himself. And Peter does actually take lab safety lectures to heart, most of the time. It’s just that when you put them together, they feed each other’s excitement until they both forget about being careful.

FRIDAY hadn’t called him to cancel his date with Tony, which is promising, but certainly not a guarantee that today’s lab session has avoided disaster. Readying himself to conjure a shield, Stephen carefully approaches the glass doors. They open as normal, and there’s no fire or shrapnel, but something still feels off. For one thing, it’s too quiet.

Stephen looks around, but doesn’t see either Tony or Peter. He frowns. Then the Cloak taps him on the shoulder and gestures toward the ceiling with one corner. Stephen looks up.

“Hey, Doctor Strange,” Peter says sheepishly, waving at him. He’s sitting on the ceiling almost normally, except for the massive glob of web fluid that’s encasing his right hand, sticking it firmly to the ceiling.

“Peter,” Stephen says, a little relieved. “Testing out a new formula?”

“Yeah. Longer lasting stickiness. The solvent is over there.” Peter points at one of the lab benches.

“Next time maybe keep it on you,” Stephen says dryly. He looks around, eventually spotting Tony, in the armor, wedged between a couple of support beams. He looks like the webfluid was misted over him, and it’s gummed him up between the beams quite thoroughly. “You couldn’t blast your way out?”

“Why do structural damage when it’s going to dissolve on its own?” Tony says philosophically. 

Stephen shakes his head and retrieves the solvent, tossing it up to Peter since his hands are free. “I know you’re tempted to wait and see how long it holds you both,” Stephen says, then turns his attention to Tony, “but we have a date tonight.”

“I didn’t forget!” Tony protests quickly.

Stephen smiles. Of course he forgot. Tony loses track of everything when he’s deep in the engineering zone. That’s why Stephen comes to pick him up on these days. But all he says is, “You’ve got half an hour to get free and get ready.”

As unusual as it is, this has become very much part of their routine.

Stephen kind of loves it.

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Possibility of a Johnson thing with a plushy reader based on the song Crush by Cigarettes After Sex?

Feel Your Love Crush - Johnson/Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, the reader has self-esteem issues but they're overcome, oral sex, brief fingering as prep, sex.

Wordcount: 3436

Summary: He was always surrounded by the most beautiful people you'd ever seen, so what made him look only at you whenever you were with him? You couldn't figure it out, but thanks to him you were beginning to.

Notes: I can't believe I'm 22 requests in and this is my first Johnson, how is that even possible OTL but aside from that and the Lester sequel, all of my old queue is now finished! When I saw this one I actually gasped, since I myself am plushy 👉👈😖 so while writing I kinda ended up doing it for myself, channeled my own insecurities in there, I hope that's okay! It still ends up cute, I just wouldn't be able to believe it if Johnson asked me out on a date when I'm me heh

Once again, you were thankful for the chill of the night as the southern heat died down for the day, a golden ticket in your hand as you waited in line behind the other eager patrons of the Bang-a-Rang. Johnson had told you to just come around the back, someone would let you in if you'd just mentioned his name, but you didn't feel like you were there yet, the constant worry that someone else would come along and steal him away always on your mind. It returned again as you were allowed inside, the beautiful dancers around you drawing the gaze and keeping it hostage until the money flew, but you had just one man in your sights again tonight, the back of his head just visible over the crowd as he headed for a table.

His friends were there, the ones he worked with and were rarely without, but he'd leave them for you again the moment he saw you, he always did. His back was still to you as you approached his booth, the blonde one, Matty, noticing you first and giving him a nudge and a smirk. He turned in his seat to see what had him smiling so wide, his eyes shining in the neons the moment he saw that it was you. He grabbed his drink and stood, his jacket slung over his shoulder as he left them as always, but you didn't feel like going out this time as you placed a hand on his shoulder, not after that week's ticket had cut into your grocery money.

‘Can we stay? I just got here,’ you murmured, not wanting to make him choose but also not wanting to waste all that money so soon. He was fine with it though, again he always was when it came to you, and the others made room as you sat down with them for a drink. You didn't talk much, just like him, the other two doing all the talking for you as the music blared on and the dancers kept drawing gazes, and when a particularly pretty one with red hair and an untamable smile came over to try and rile up Matty you couldn't help but feel that familiar comparison to everyone around you arise once more without fail. 

She was beautiful, she was lively, she was thin and fit and looked so pretty in her outfit, and the moment Matty finally sent her away with a, ‘Don't you have something better to be doing tonight?’ you felt Johnson lean in to whisper in your ear.

‘She's like a sister to us, you don't gotta worry about her,’ he reassured you with a smile, and while you tried to take comfort in that, you still couldn't help but notice that his friends were also beautiful and lively and thin, your thicker legs pressing together so you wouldn't take up too much space at your end of the bench. As if reading your mind, he motioned for Matty to lean over before whispering something in his ear, the blonde giving him a quick nod as Johnson then nudged you to stand. You did, fearing that maybe he'd caught on that you didn't fit in around here at last, but instead of telling you to go he instead led you to a nearby door.

It led to his bedroom, two king beds, three dressers, two nightstands complete with matching lamps, one small table, and three comfy chairs filling the room, a bathroom to your left cutting into the room and just barely obscuring the mess of clothes that were gathered on the floor in the remaining space on the other side of the wall.

‘Ignore that,’ he chuckled casually when he caught you staring, and you did the moment your eyes caught something else; it was the dresser by the door, one third of it a gather-all for their junk and empty bottles, the other two thirds housing a row of old books, while the wall above was decorated with photos. They were all pinned directly to the wall, only a couple having frames, and when you moved closer you saw that they were all of you.

You during your various drives with him, you when he brought you to his favourite shops, you that day by the river when you'd felt brave enough to not only swim but ditch the clothes you wore overtop of your suit; he'd said you'd looked amazing as he'd snapped the photo, but the camera was so old you'd honestly just thought he used it as a joke the entire time, because who'd ever want any pictures of you when they were surrounded by people like this?

‘I keep every one,’ he told you as he slotted himself against your back, his arms coming around you and making your plush tummy feel warm under his palms. ‘Ethan got the camera for himself, but I keep borrowing it whenever I know you're comin’ around.’

‘Why would you want these?’ You didn't mean to ask it, to question his tastes, but he didn't take offense at your words at all, just chuckled in your ear as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head.

‘Because you're the loveliest one of them all.’

Your breath caught in your throat as he spun you around to kiss you for the first time, your heart beating faster at his confession; you'd been seeing him for a few months now, he'd been the one to spot you in town and ask you out for drinks to your complete and total surprise, but you hadn't actually believed that this was real until now. He'd always seemed genuine in his friendship with you, and Matty and Ethan never once made jokes about how different you were, but it wasn't until he gave a gentle tug to your pants that you knew he actually wanted you as much as you wanted him. You let him lead the way to the nearest bed, it must’ve been his as he nodded for you to sit down, get comfy against the pillows, their softness luring you in and letting you sink in as you looked up at him in a new light.

‘They won't bother us, Matty's gunna bring Ethan up the river for tonight,’ he told you as he started to strip, the sight of him shedding layer after layer making the room feel much warmer than it actually was. 

‘And you really want-?’ you asked nervously, the way your thighs then rubbed together making him stare as he crawled onto the bed in front of you. 

‘Just as much as you want me, I’d like to think,’ he confirmed, a knee coming between yours to part your legs, ‘unless you don't want this?’

‘I do,’ you were quick to say, Johnson chuckling at how honest you were once you stopped trying to convince yourself you weren't good enough for him, a hand cupping your cheek when your face then turned red over your eagerness.

‘You gunna trust me when I say I've fallen for you, then?’ he asked softly, your throat tightening as you gave him a small nod. ‘Good, cause I've been dyin’ to get my hands on you ever since you walked in.’ He kissed you again as he straddled you, his taller form boxing you in against his pillows, and you helped him start to strip you as the music went on outside. You wore a bit less than usual to combat the heat of the wait, and it seemed like he enjoyed what you'd chosen as he hummed to himself, kissing each new part if you that was revealed. 

You had to help him tug your pants down your hips, your cheeks flushing again when it proved to be a bit difficult, but he just smirked and yanked them free in one quick movement, your body jolting down with the movement and making the both of you laugh at how strong he was. It was just what you needed to not only feel more comfortable with baring yourself to him, but to set the mood as well as he ran his hands up your thighs until he settled on your hips. 

‘So soft, I'm gunna love holding you,’ he growled lowly, his desire for you making it harder to keep your own hands at bay as he rocked his hips forward just once. ‘You looked so good that day by the river, I wanted to push you in, tear that suit off…’

‘Johnson,’ you moaned, unable to keep yourself from imagining it, knowing full well that you hadn't been able to help yourself after seeing him sweating in the sun in just an undershirt, his jacket and button up left in the car.

‘So many nights I pictured myself between these thighs, wanted to know how it felt when you held me in place, I'm so glad you said yes to that drink.’ He was confessing everything to you now that he could, more talkative than you'd ever seen him so you knew just how much he felt for you, the sound of his rarely used voice only making you want to hear more. ‘Lay back, I can't wait any longer…’

You shifted down with his help, his mouth finding your thighs as promised as he tugged at the waistband of your underwear, his hands everywhere the moment he freed you of them as well. You made sure to give him space, spreading wide the further he traveled until you were squeezing on instinct, the pleasure of his mouth on you making you gasp and clutch his head. 

He didn't complain, only groaning against you as he wordlessly urged you to do more, want more from him, and you rolled your hips as he pressed light bruises into your skin. He worshiped you until he was satisfied, his eyes dark as he forced himself to stop before you came, because there was more he wanted, and you wanted it as well as you gently took him by the chin and guided him back to your mouth. 

‘I'm not letting you go home tonight,’ he whispered as you undid his belt, his need to be with you now very apparent as he rocked against your waist. ‘I wanna fuck you slow, love.’

‘Please…’ You'd never wanted anything more in your life, your mouth going dry as he took himself out and started to stroke. It looked like it pained him to have to part with you now that he had you on his bed, but it was a necessity as he got up and went to the nightstand next to the other bed instead of to his own. He pulled open the drawer, quickly shifting around until he found what he was looking for, and when he kneeled down next to you, his pants now on the floor, you swallowed hard when you saw that it was a nearly empty bottle of lube.

‘How did-?’

‘Why d’you think there's only two beds?’ was all he had to say, your face going beet red as you then understood why the other two were so okay with you stealing their room for the night. Your thoughts about it were quickly pushed away when he then laid down next to you instead of straddling you again, the lube popped open and his eyes only on you as you turned to him in confusion. ‘Take them off for me,’ he didn't ask, his head nodding towards his boxers as he palmed himself, and you fit perfectly between his legs as you returned the favour. He was stroking himself again the moment the fabric left his hips, the lube already spreading over his length and making him let out the odd groan just at seeing you before him. ‘I want you to ride me, love.’

‘But… won't I be too heavy?’ There was that nervousness again, you didn't want to ruin this for him even though he was a grown man and could certainly handle you, and he made that very apparent as he reached forward, cupped your ass with a bite of his lip, and pulled you forward until you were completely seated in his lap.

‘I've wanted to see you like this for months, you gunna let a little thing like that get in the way of this?’ He didn't say it to be pushy in the face of his own needs, or to get you to continue even if you were uncomfortable, his words instead making you see that when he said he wanted you he truly meant all of you; while you were out there comparing yourself to the people in his life, he was only thinking of and looking at you, and suddenly you didn't feel so self-conscious as you gazed down at the man who wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

‘No,’ you said honestly, and he kissed you again as he started to finger you open for him. You grinded down on him, let him touch you without reserve as you did the same, your hands becoming acquainted with his strong arms, stronger chest, and the bit of softness around his own belly from all the drinking and diner foods. He arched against you until you could feel the muscle underneath, he could probably pick you up easily he was more than likely trying to get across, and you almost wished you had the courage to ask him to fuck you against the wall.

Maybe next time.

You whined at the loss when he was satisfied once again, although you didn't have to wait this time as he lined himself up to you, his silent plea for you to move showing in his eyes as you slowly sank down until you were seated on him again. You shivered as you adjusted to him, Johnson losing composure for just a moment as he brought you to his chest, his mouth sucking marks into your skin as his hands trailed southward over you until he found a comfortable place on your hips. 

He didn't ask you to move, just waited patiently for your strength to return, and you didn't want to keep him waiting any longer as you started to ride him. It was good, damn better than you'd dared to imagine on the nights where you were lonely and fantasized about what this could be like, none of them comparing as he helped you along when your legs already started to get tired.

‘Don't stop,’ you pleaded with him, and he gladly took over for you as you let out a broken moan and braced yourself against his chest. You both panted into each other's shoulders, desperate to be close after so long of being silent about it, the pictures on his section of wall once again catching you off guard as you realized you could see them pretty clearly from his bed. Just as you'd been thinking of him, you bit back a surprisingly lewd moan when you imagined him doing the same, staring up at you from afar as he got off-

‘Every time you'd go I'd come back here,’ he murmured against your skin, his eyes also on the wall as he got you to roll your hips along with him. ‘I'd put up a new picture, and I'd think about all the things I wanted to say and do to you when you were looking at everyone else.’

‘I was afraid, you're too good for me,’ you finally admitted, the stimulations from the slowness of your movements starting to make you keen.

‘Now I'm gunna be good to you.’ He got you to sit back so you were on full display for him, a bit of energy coming back to you as you ran your hand down your chest to your stomach before touching yourself. He loved the sight of you feeling so good, the way you clenched around him making him thrust up a little harder each time you sank down on him again, and when he went from mouthing the words to finally saying them you couldn't hold it in; you rode him in earnest, Johnson fucking you through that final stretch until you came, and even as he followed after you and you collapsed against his chest he didn't stop, his arms tight around you as he kissed you despite the need for air.

‘I love you,’ he repeated even though he’d said it so many times, but you could gladly hear it a hundred times more as you said them back to him. ‘Just a little more, don't want this to end,’ he breathed, and you let him go until he was satisfied for the third time, although this time you undeniably were too, if you did say so yourself.

‘I don't either.’ You laid your cheek against his chest, your thighs shaking from the effort as you let them rest, his hand rubbing up and down your back as your heart rate went back to normal. ‘...Why didn't you ever say anything? I mean, I did think you were joking at first when you asked me for that drink, but even when we kept hanging out you never told me.’

‘I thought me bringing you on all those dates was tell enough,’ he figured, and you had to admit that they were pretty date-y locations most of the time, since they were all personal to him and the others never tagged along, but you hadn't wanted to hope this tall, very handsome stranger was choosing you. ‘Matty did say I should suck it up and spit it out, his words,’ he chuckled, and you laughed as you tried to get off of him. ‘Where d’you think you're going? Already told you I'm not letting you go tonight.’

Your face flushed deep, you had thought that had been only his way of talking dirty to you in the moment, but you were starting to catch on that Johnson was just very open about what he wanted, there was no second guessing here. ‘I don't really like the idea of sleeping next to where your friends constantly have sex, especially not if I’m seeing them tomorrow morning,’ you confessed quietly, your eyes avoiding the bed like they were already there, and he chuckled deep from his chest as he kissed you quickly and helped you sit up. 

‘Then we'll go out, don't gotta hit the river til next month.’ You felt empty again as you parted, but his hands leading you to the bathroom to clean you up after your sudden but very much enjoyed activities helped you feel a little better. The shower was quick, Johnson washing you carefully and whispering everything he loved about you as he worked, washing away every insecurity that’d plagued you all your life. When you were done you almost ended up pressed into the tiled wall, like he really couldn’t keep his hands off of you now that he had you, you were his.

While getting redressed, you didn’t have much of a choice but to wear the same clothes from the floor, so you sat down and pulled your shirt back over your head as he pulled out a fresh shirt from his drawer. It was mesmerizing watching him dress just as much as it was to undress, every curve of his body drawing you in more than any Pinup ever could; you couldn’t believe that he was all yours, since when were you ever that lucky? You couldn’t be sure, but you were very certain that the sight of him looking down at you while he did up his pants and tucked in his undershirt was pretty equal to winning the lottery.

‘Where do you want to go? If they’ve got the car for their own reasons, you can’t really take me for a ride tonight,’ you wondered as you stood, Johnson leaving his shirt unbuttoned as he sauntered over to you and pulled you close.

‘We could always take your car,’ he suggested with a small grin, the idea sounding wonderful as he grabbed his pack of smokes from his dresser and lit one up, ‘could grab a drink or two, go to your house this time.’

He tasted like nicotine as you went in for another kiss, the hand on your waist giving you a gentle squeeze as you pulled away and blew his stolen smoke out of the corner of your mouth. ‘That sounds like a perfect date.’

[luvhughes43]

bad idea right? | jack hughes x reader

guts masterlist🦋

summary: olivia rodrigos new song, bad idea right?

word count: 1.5k

warnings: light? smut idk i've never done this before

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ynuser i cant even hear my thoughts

the tequila, and the pink whitney shots were coursing through your veins as you danced with your friends among a mass of other 20-somethings your age. you let loose. you had been broken up with your boyfriend, jack hughes, for months now and so who could blame you for hitting a club with your best group of friends? 

before you knew it though, you were dragged into the clubs dingy bathroom so your friend could reapply some of her lip gloss. 

ex bf (jack): 1 missed call

you had no idea why your ex would be calling you. sure your breakup was amicable, but that hadn’t meant that the two of you kept in touch. after jack had broken up with you, claiming that the long distance while he would be in michigan for the summer would be too much, you hadn’t reached out. and he hadn't either. 

you stepped away from the bathroom's large mirror and your group of friends, claiming that you needed to use the bathroom real quick. you walked into the furthest stall, away from the loud music, and quickly dialled jack back. all the alcohol in your system not letting you question whether or not calling him was a good idea or not. 

he picked up on the second ring. “y/n,” jack breathed into the receiver, almost sounding relieved that you had called him back. 

“hello,” your giggles were muffled as you moved your hand to cup your lips. you really should not have called him back.

“are you out right now?” jack asked, already knowing the answer. he had seen your insta post earlier, with the club you were at tagged, and it was with that information that he knew you were close to his new apartment.

“yeah i am, where are you?” you responded, leaning your head back against the stall door. you knew you only had about one more minute before your friends questioned your lengthy bathroom visit, so you prayed jack would speed things up. plus, the less time he took asking you to go over, the less time you had to think of an excuse not to go.

“i’m at my new place.. you should come check it out. its near that club that you're at,” 

“y/n! are you good in there?” your best friend's shouts carried throughout the crowded bathroom. you could hear the drunk bathroom talk, and you could imagine the long queue to the bathroom stalls.

you tilted your phone away from your mouth before loudly responding, “yeah! just one minute!” 

seeing jack tonight… it was a bad idea right? 

ex bf (jack): here's my address: 

ex bf (jack) sent his location 📍 

fuck it, its fine. 

you brought the phone back to your lips, “i'll be there in twenty?” 

“see you soon, i can't wait to give you the grand tour,” jack chuckles lightly and you can't help but smile. you swore his voice made you feel things…

you end the call just as your friends start banging on the stall door. 

“it's been like five minutes, are you seriously good?” one of your friends shouts as she tries to wiggle your door open. you step away from the stall door, quickly flushing before fixing your hair. you had to act normal around them and not at all like you were possibly, maybe, about to hook up with your ex whom you hadn’t seen in months. 

you unlocked the stall door just as your friend's hand beat against it. the door swings open, knocking your hand and sending your phone tumbling to the ground. “is she done in there?” some random girl yells as she shoves her way into the bathroom. she pushes your phone out beneath the stall with her foot as she slams the door shut in your face. 

“asshole,” your friend whispers as she reaches down and picks your phone up for you. she stands up, staring down at your phone screen while the bathroom buzzes around you. “jack?” she finally questions, turning your phone towards you. your heart races, worried your friend had somehow stumbled across yours and jacks open text messages. how would you explain that? your friends would definitely tell you not to meet up with him and well… you wanted jack bad. 

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you snatched your phone back, and let out a loud sigh of relief as you realized your friend was just looking at jacks instagram that was at the top of your feed. “why haven't you unfollowed him yet?” she questioned, and you just shrugged. you peered at the photos again as your group of friends rejoined the others on the dance floor and… wow. you immediately lost all thoughts and coherence… this boy would be the death of you. you couldn't think of anyone hotter than him. 

you waited for your opportunity to escape. you would text your friends that you left and that you were tired as soon as you made it on the bus. luckily for you, there were buses shuttling people around every 15 minutes, so you wouldn’t have to wait long if it came down to it. 

“you single?” a guy shouted into your ear as he started dancing near you. you nodded, realizing that this could be another way out… if your friends saw you chatting up some guy, you would have an excuse to go “missing” for a while…

you slung one of your arms around the guy's shoulder as you continued jumping up and down to the music (your form of dancing), as you tried to catch one of your friends' eyes. 

it only took you half a song for one of your friends to notice the new guy, and she immediately gave you a small hands up. he's cute! your friend mouthed and you nodded enthusiastically to portray your part. you couldn't wait to see jack. 

“GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW! YOUR LOVES GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW!” the crowd roared as everyone started screaming the lyrics to beyonces, crazy in love. this was your opportunity. none of your friends were paying attention to you, and you quickly signalled to the guy you were with that you had to use the bathroom… he nodded, taking his hands off of you and letting you leave. 

you barely spare your friends a glance as you grip your phone tight in your hand and squeeze through the crowd of people on the dance floor. 

the cold outside air sobers you up quickly, and before you can even think about what you were about to do you make it to the bus station. 

ex bf (jack): can't wait to see you ;)

❤️ you hearted one message

｡･ﾟﾟ･ʚɞ･ﾟﾟ･｡

jack's front door was hard against your fist. you banged on his door fast and hard, and he immediately opened it, ushering you inside and out of the rain. 

“i’m kind of surprised you came,” jack says, very obviously checking you out. you were soaked and wet from the heavy rain. 

“i'm kind of surprised you called,” you rebutted, causing jack to smile cockily at you. he shrugged his shoulders, “figured you’d want to see the new place,” he waved his hand, proudly displaying his new home for the year. 

“It's nice,” you confirmed, shrugging off your wet sweater as you stepped further inside jacks living room. 

“i thought you’d like to see my bedroom specifically,” jack laughed at your raised eyebrows. you had never seemed to get used to how straightforward he was. you recovered quickly though, huskily whispering, “show me?”

jack wasted no time dragging you into his bedroom. he grabbed the wet sweater that was still clutched to your chest and threw it across his bedroom before pushing you down onto his bed. 

“i need you so bad jacky,” you moaned softly as he started peeling your top up and off you. he pressed his lips against your jaw, and slowly trailed kisses down to the base of your neck. 

“i missed seeing you like this,” jack groaned against your neck as you moved your hands to undo the strings of his sweats. “should’ve never let you go so easily huh?” he whispered in your ear and it was your turn to let out a groan as he pushed your hands away from him and moved his knee to rest in between your thighs. 

“please jack,” you gasp, staring jack in the eyes as he expertly nips and licks at one of your boobs while one of his hands massages the other. 

“please what?” he responds teasingly as he briefly pulls back from your chest before giving your other boob some attention. his thumb brushes against your other nipple, and you hum in satisfaction before bringing your own hand up to tug on his now overgrown hair.  

“i need you,” you whimper, and not even a minute later jack is pulling your skirt off and ripping off his sweats. 

Yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

The biggest lie I ever said

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

I just tripped and fell into his bed

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

OKAY DIFFERENT IDEA.

when we went on a tour with lovejoy bc were in the band like leandra trumpet<3

wilbur x reader pls:)

LOVE YOUR WRITING<33

LITERALLY SCREAMING THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA

AHHH BRO UR SO SWEET I LITERALLY AM OBSESSED W UR WRITING

literally in love

musician!bur x fem!reader

warnings: reader called "girlfriend", panic, insanely cute fluff

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a/n: this request is my literal everything !! i was literally blushing the entire time i wrote this

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We were in the van on the way to our next gig. Well, their next gig. It was my first one joining Lovejoy, and I'm so grateful I was given this opportunity.

Wilbur looked at me and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Y/n, you're going to do lovely, darling. They'll love you!"

I smiled at him, but I was still in doubt. "What if they only like me because they find out we're dating? I don't want anything to happen to your career because of me-"

Wilbur placed his hand lightly over my mouth. "Love, please don't worry about that! They'll love you for you, and if they don't, they better watch out!" he joked.

I laughed and kicked my feet up into my seat and leaned my head on Will's shoulders. He kissed the top of my forehead and started scrolling through the Lovejoy fanart on Twitter, showing me occasionally the ones he really loved.

A couple hours later, we finally got to the destination of the gig. The adrenaline ran through my veins, and I was so incredibly nervous-excited. I grabbed my trumpet case and some wires and headed inside to the dressing rooms. I found my room with a sign on it that said my name and headed inside, leaving the door behind me open just in case the sound directors needed to come in.

My back was facing the door as I oiled my trumpet valves, making sure that it was perfect for tonight. 5 hours until show time. I paused and sighed nervously.

I suddenly felt someone come behind me and hug me. "W-who is that?! I will literally beat your ass." I said in panic.

The someone behind me laughed. "Nice to see you too, darlin'." Wilbur chuckled.

"Oh, hi Will. Is everything on stage okay?" I said, turning around to face him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

He nodded. "Yeah, everything's alright. Just wanted to check in on you before the show."

"I'm doing fine. I just need to tune with Leandra and I'll be okay."

Wilbur hm'd in response. He grabbed my chin and pulled it upwards to look at him directly, and kissed me on the lips. I swear, my legs folded for this man. I wrapped my hands around his neck and smiled into the kiss. He pulled away and nuzzled his nose on mine.

"I love you. Go tune with Leandra now, I don't want you sounding like shit." he joked.

I sneered. I grabbed my trumpet case and Will leaned against the wall frame and crossed his arms and legs, looking and me and my every move. As I walked out, I flipped out and heard a dramatic gasp faintly as I walked farther out to meet Leandra.

Leandra and I took 20 minutes to tune, and another 20 to practice a bunch of songs that we were performing tonight. I knew all the lyrics and notes by heart from hearing Wilbur at the studio or constantly leaving their songs on repeat, but it was always important to practice just in case.

We both got called in with the rest of Lovejoy and their openers to do a soundcheck. Eventually, everything worked out perfectly and we were ready to go. Ash had checked the windows and had said the queue had already started to wrap around the building.

Wilbur squeezed my hand in reassurance and smiled at me before walking over to Joe and Mark.

Leandra and I made a few Tiktoks that we would post after the show, and the nerves were starting to set in. I grabbed my phone off the stand and walked back over to Will and hugged him from the side. I accidentally startled him a little, but I laughed at it and dug my face more into his sweater.

I peeked my head up and stood back up. "How the actual fuck are you wearing a sweater? You're going to be dying of heat on stage!" I said. Mark and Joe laughed at my comment.

"Gonna make sure I serve for the edits." Wilbur joked, winking at me. I felt heat brush onto my cheeks. Will laughed at my reaction.

Our sound director then came in and gave us our earbuds for on stage. Will surprised me by ordering a custom pair with my favorite color that matched his. Everyone else had either black or white ones to go with their outfit.

I stared at the earbuds and then looked at Wilbur. "Will, they're going to see the matching ones and go feral."

Wilbur laughed softly. "That's the point, darling. I need to make sure everyone knows you're mine." I felt myself blushing again and I hit his shoulder.

Leandra looked at us. "You two are disgusting and adorable at the same time." she said, laughing.

Wilbur smiled and looked down at me and kissed me quickly.

And then after that, all I knew was that we were going on stage. Walking on fucking stage. Leandra was assuring me that the crowd will love me, and we were both quickly fixing our valves. I was pretty sure the crowd saw two stands for the trumpet, one for Leandra and one "mystery stand" for me.

All of us came on stage, and the bright lights instantly hit me and I could already feel myself starting to heat up. The crowd cheered and I could see some people wondering who the fuck I am. I laughed in my head at them. Wilbur did his usual introduction, and now, he was supposed to introduce me.

"Now, you guys may be seeing a lovely trumpet player next to Leandra in the back there," he said, pointing at me. Leandra and I waved. "That is y/n! Everyone say hello." he said, dragging out the 'o'. The crowd yelled in response.

Wilbur grinned and grabbed the microphone. "Y/n, could you come up for a second, please?" I nodded in agreement, and walked over to the front of the stage, stepping over the many wires and gadgets on the stage floor.

I grabbed the microphone. "Hey!" I said, smiling.

I gave Wilbur the microphone back. "Y/n is my very lovely girlfriend," the crowd yelled in surprise at his words. "And she'll be playing in the back there tonight! Now, how do we think about getting started?"

The crowd screamed in agreement once again. Wilbur grinned and looked at Mark to start playing the drumkit.

Throughout the gig, Wilbur's energy went skyrocketing. It was honestly really cool to see him like this right near me. He looked at me a couple times during certain lyrics, and I never missed a singular beat with my trumpet. Leandra looked at me with approval.

"Thank you so much for tonight, Brighton! Good night!" Wilbur yelled into the mic. All of us walked off the stage and all hugged eachother.

Wilbur came up to me and kissed me. "You did amazing out there, darling. I told you they would love you!"

I smiled. "Thank you. You sounded great as well." I said, kissing him again and hugging him. Wilbur swayed us from side to side slowly as we hugged. "I'm literally in love with you." I said, softly in his ear.

Let's just say I will definitely be doing this again.

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I MET JOE - 18/03/2023

Okay first of all, this is probably going to be a really long post because I am making sure I get EVERY detail.

Firstly, the context:

Most of us had seen the Instagram story and the “there do be willies” mayhem. I saw the story after my lovely friend @joehhy sent it and asked what willies are (she’s French) I saw the post and read about the show and thought…. Fuck it I’ll go it’s sounds like fun.

Skip to the night of the show!!

I am in the queue, at the very front, joking back and forth with @joehhy about how it’d be impossible for him to show up because London is huge and it’s a 1/1000000000 chance right?! WRONG!!!!

Mr Quinn comes up to the lady at the door who’s stood right next to me and says that his friend is running a little bit late and if it was okay to just walk in. She says it’s fine and he says “thank you very much” (so polite 😌)

At this point, I’m shaking and my whole body had a sudden hot flush of adrenaline right? I saw him and I tried not to stare and saw that he looked at me in my peripheral (I’m at the front of the queue so I’m pretty noticeable) and then he walks away.

Now I’ll describe how he looks for you all 🥹🥹

His hair was SO CURLY tonight. Like I’m talking literal COCKAPOO hair. He had his glasses on too!! You know the ones….

The clear rims 🥹🥹

Yup those ones 🫠🫠

Now his outfit……….

Double dark blue denim. That’s right kids!

And he fucking owned that shit.

It was basically this outfit but you couldn’t see an undershirt as the button were up:

Anyways I didn’t see him inside the show because the audience is really dark but OMG!!!!!

Every time something funny happened you could HEAR HIM LAUGH AND GIGGLE

I had Joe Quinn laughing asmr for an HOUR are you kidding me 😭😭

After the show when all the lights came on there he was, on the opposite side of the room to me

Here’s my terrible drawing:

And I had to walk next to and behind him to get out. Turns out he’s hanging out with MISS THANG Lupita Nyong’o 🥰 and he’s telling her something so I leave.

Now…. I’m waiting at the doors outside, I initially had no intentions of speaking to him right I just wanted to see his pretty face again 🥴

He comes and speaks to the door woman again but I didn’t hear them this time and starts to walk towards the bar at the end of the hall

I’m walking after him feeling like and absolute creep and even start doing a little hop/skip to catch up (he walks FUCKING QUICK)

I place my hand on his shoulder blade…..

HE TURNS AROUND AND HES SO BEAUTIFUL OMG 😳

The conversation went like this

Me: Joe! Hi ☺️

J: Hello!

Me: I just wanted to thank you for recommending the show! I really enjoyed it

J: Omg no way really?

Me: Yes I saw it on your Instagram story

J: Wow, well I’m so glad that you enjoyed it! That’s amazing

Me: yes thank you ☺️ I met you at comic con not long ago too

J: Oh well it’s so lovely to see you again (proceeds to hold his hand out for me to shake and I do 😳)

Me: well I don’t want to bother you or anything so I’m going to go

J: Oh okay, well have a good night!

Me: Thank you, you too!

🥹🥹🥹

He was so lovely and pretty and his eye contact is IMMENSE from an autistic point of view

I didn’t ask for a picture because he seemed like he wanted to stay on the down low so I thought it would be rude

But fuck…….. I can’t believe it

[quicktosimp]

To Become One

Kinktober Day 09

Neteyam/Human!Reader

A/N: This was way longer than I originally thought it would be, 3.5k words 💀

This is really more fluffy than anything

Warnings: Aged up!Characters, Accidental Stimulation, Neural Queue Play, Mating, Alien Genitalia, Culture Differences

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Eclipse on Pandora was my favorite. The forest is completely aglow during the night. I have always loved the natural bioluminescence, especially from the sky. Neteyam had promised that he would take me out flying tonight, something we have missed doing due to our busy schedules. Neteyam, being the lead warrior for the hunting party, and I’ve been leading a new research project to allow humans to breathe Pandora’s air; neither of us have been together recently. But the hunting party has returned, and the feast was last night, so tonight is just for us. 

I had just finished cleaning up my station for the night when I heard the airlocks engage. Looking over, I see Neteyam wearing the oxygen mask around his neck so he can take the occasional sips of air. I watch as he looks around, and his eyes finally settle on me; the beautiful green cat-like eyes brightened when they landed on me. The wrinkles atop his brown lessening. Neteyam has never liked being in the human labs. Between the smell of the metal and chemicals and the coldness on his bare feet, he avoids the labs if possible. However, sometimes, he will come to my station to pick me up, or he’ll join me in my room, as he enjoys my lack of mask. 

“Teyam!” My surprise was evident; we weren’t supposed to meet at the base of the hallelujah mountains for another hour.

A soft smile graced his face, “I wished to see you sooner, ma Syulang. I also wished to walk you to the base of the mountain. The moon is dark tonight.”

Neteyam walks over and kneels next to my chair, bringing our faces close together; he leans down and places a kiss on my forehead before kissing my lips sweetly. 

“Thank you, Love. I just need to finish packing these files, and then we can be on our way.” I place another kiss on his lips and run my hand through his braids, ending at the base of his skull. A shiver runs through his body as I pull away, looking dazed. 

I head back to cleaning my stuff, wanting to finish so I have more time with Neteyam. While cleaning, I grab my inhaler; the closest thing I have to be able to breathe Pandora’s air is to ‘cure’ the toxicity. Instead, now I only have to use this every hour, and I can breathe with little difficulty. Use it more than five times, and I’ll end up with a nasty lung infection. But it’s worth it to be with Neteyam longer. As I walk back to Neteyam, I notice that he still seems dazed, and his face is flushed. 

I placed my hands on Neteyam’s face to see if he was feverous, “Are you feeling alright, Neteyam? Your face is warm and flushed.”

“I am fine,” He whispered, looking at me quizidly. 

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Are you sure? If you are feeling ill, then I do not want you out at night, and I will accompany you home.” 

Neteyam cleared his throat and stood, “I am well, ma Syulang; you do not need to worry. Now, why don’t we start our journey so that we may fly for longer.” He offered me his hand.

As we began our trek through the forest, I would become distracted by all the little things of the forest. No matter how many times I see them, I fall in love with them again. Neteyam would follow me to every plant, insect, and fungi I saw. Holding my hand as I rambled on about each subject, every time I looked back, he always had a soft smile.

“Ma Syulang, we may never reach the ikrans at this rate.” Neteyam gently pulled me away and back onto the path. 

“I know, Love, I can’t get over the beauty of the forest. I worry that if I don’t stop to respect it, then maybe one day I will forget.” I admit.

Pulling me into his arms, Neteyam places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye, “The day that you forget Eywa’s beauty unheard of. You find love in every little thing. The day you fear will never come.”

“Thank you, Teyam.” I smile and let him carry me as we continue our journey; he will have to carry me once we reach the mountain base anyway. Once the rock wall was in view, Neteyam moved me so I was hanging off his back, my arms wrapped around his neck. His braids swayed as he climbed, hitting my face every now and then. His one long braid never had any beads; I was always curious about it. It’s special for the na’vi, the kuru, their neuro link, the way they connect to the animals, and to Eywa herself. The braid was perfect, not a hair out of place. 

Shifting so I was hanging on with one arm, I reached out and touched his braid near the base of his skull. The hair was smooth, more so than the rest of his beaded hair. It was like holding a perfect silk rope. It's thick and has a decent weight to it. I understand why it’s called a neuro whip now. My hold is gentle but firm as I skim down to a lower part of the braid. While the braid is still the same thickness, underneath, I can feel the kuru is smaller in this area. 

“Paskalin… What… What are you doing, my love?” Neteyam asks, his voice coming out in shallow breaths. 

I reel back in shock, “Neteyam, what is with your breathing? You are sick, aren’t you?” Never letting go of his kuru, “Love, you need rest! Let’s head back to your hammock, so you can rest,”

He turns his head to look at me; like earlier, his eyes are blown wide, and he’s looking at me, shocked, like he cannot believe what I’m saying, “Love, I am more than fine. I am ecstatic that you have been so bold today,” 

I paused, thinking of what he meant. We have always been physically close and have never hesitated to play with one another's hair. I returned to playing with his kuru nonpulsed, loving the silky feel. A deep rumble comes from Neteyam’s chest. I recognize his purr anywhere, but this one sounded deeper. Curious, I start from the top of his kuru, near his skull, and stroke down to the bottom of his braid. 

“Oh fuck.”

‘Did Neteyam just cuss? No, he would never cuss. Let alone use an English one. It’s just the wind.’

At the bottom of his braid, I noticed the pink tendrils slipping, peeking out from between the strands of his hair. I bring them close to my face. I had never seen them this close before. They wave in the air, almost like they’re happy to be seen. Neteyam’s breathing becomes labored, but I won't scold him again. He’s a grown man, and he won't listen anyway. 

I bring a single finger close to the tendrils, and they wrap around my digit. They’re the softest thing I have ever felt, more delicate than the softest of silk. I flex my fingers, feeling as they form and follow each movement. 

“Syulang!” Neteyam moans. His head thrown back, and his eyes squeezed shut. 

“Teyam?” I ask, completely bewildered. 

“Oh, Syulang, you are so bold today. Making me feel so good. But unless you want us to meet Eywa tonight, please let go of my kuru.” He moans.

I gently pulled the tendrils away, watching as they return to hiding inside his braid. I let go and return to holding onto his neck. Slowly, his breathing returns to normal, deep laboring breaths evening out, and he returns to climbing. 

The top of the cliff is gorgeous, allowing me to see all of the hallelujah mountains, but right now, I am more interested in the sight in front of me. Neteyam is covered in a sheen of sweat, unusual for him as this is a typical climb. His eyes are blown wide, and his pupils are dark and overtake most of his eyes.  His mouth is agape, and a beautiful flush covers his face. I had never seen him like this before.

Neteyam falls to knees, kneeling before me, “Yawntutsyìp,” He pauses to lick his lips, “I know we have talked about mateship and working on the species specifics, but Yawntutsyìp, I did not think you would get so impatient.” His voice is breathless, his face expresses a mix of bliss, confusion, and awe.

I am even more baffled than I was before. Unsure where this has come from. Neteyam grabs my hands, leading them to hold his face. He nuzzles into the touch.

Chuckling, he continues, “Although I did not think you would propose to me on the cliffside. But you have gotten me fully ready to mate. I am open and ready for you. Do you wish to change our plans for tonight? I know a beautiful spot, perfect for us to mate at.” Neteyam asks, a bashful smile covering his face.

“Neteyam…” I whisper. My eyes are wide, but I am confused. Neteyam says I proposed to him, but he just proposed to me entirely out of the blue, but that does not change my answer, “Yes, I want to mate with you.” I smile, tears pricking my eyes. 

Neteyam stands, picks me up, and kisses me. It was full of happiness and passion, like I had given him the whole world, just as he had given me. 

Parting, he rushes, “Let me bring you to the perfect spot.” Neteyam called his ikran. He performs tsaheylu, setting me in front of him as he straddles his ikran.

From there, he takes off, launching us into the air. The night sky is a never-ending field for us to roam. The stars twinkle a perfect navigation system, guiding Neteyam to wherever he is bringing us for our mating. I look up at his face, the freckles forming their own constellation. Neteyam looks ecstatic. His beautiful face stretched into the biggest smile I have ever seen. 

The wind from the flight began to chill me to the bone, the sharp gusts hitting my face, so I shifted around, so I am now facing Neteyam. I huddle myself into him. Shielding my face from the cold. Leaning my head to rest on his navel, the fabric of his tweng against my cheek. I’ve always loved the feeling of na’vi woven cloth. I rub my face into his tweng. I can feel each strand of the smooth material against my skin. Neteyam rests his hand against my head, holding me close. I look up and smile at him, thankful he’s protecting me from the wind. I lean in and lay a kiss on his navel, right above the top of his tweng. His fingers tighten on my head, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the top of my scalp. It was then that I noticed this central strip, the one that hides his slit. The top of it was peeking out of his tweng, already open, and I finally realized what I had been doing, back in the lab, on the climb, and now here. I’ve been touching him, turning him on, and now Neteyam is so horny that his slit is open. I rub my hand from where the top of his slit down to where the bottom would be. I could feel the tip of his cock peeking through the fabric of his tweng, and I wanted more. I reach around Neteyam, grasping at the ties, wanting access to his dick. 

Neteyam grabs my hands in one of his and shouts to be heard over the wind, “Ma Yawne! Please do not kill us today!” His voice is shocked.

Determined to explore him more, I look Neteyam in the eye and lick the top of his slit, sucking on the spot I can reach. Neteyam’s eyes close, and his mouth opens in a moan. His ikran also dips in the air. Neteyam quickly rightens us, but I have learned my lesson for now. 

We soon landed at a clearing, but our journey wasn't over yet, “Come, Yawne. We are almost there.” Neteyam whispered in my ear as he helped me down.

We walked a short distance, and I soon recognized where we were. The small creek leads into a larger portion of open water. Surrounding the area was a banana fruit tree, the one where Neteyam and I met. Nostalgia and love flowed through me. The place we first met is now where we will mate. 

“This is perfect, my love.” I was choked up, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Neteyam kneels before me, holding my face in his hands, “I only wish the best for you, Yawne, and now here I am asking to be that for you, to take care of you, as you take care of me, to hold me as I hold you. Yawne, I ask you here and now, will you become my Muntxate?” 

My hands reach for his face, cradling it as he cradles my own, “Yes, Neteyam. I wish for nothing more than to become your Muntxate and for you to be my Muntxatan.” 

Our mouths meet in a slow kiss, savoring each other presence, his plush lips dominating mine. Neteyam licks at my lips, and I eagerly accept him in. His tongue filled my mouth completely, not leaving an inch unexplored. I suck on his tongue, wanting more from him. A deep groan emits from him as one of his hands travels lower, wrapping around my waist pulling me closer to him. 

Neteyam pulls away, our saliva mingling between our parted lips, “Syulang, you’re being such a good girl for me. I love you so much.”

“Love you, Teyam,” I respond.

Neteyam’s hands grip the bottom of my shirt, pulling over my head, his hands now roaming my bare skin. His lips followed, laying small kisses wherever he decided. As his lips worked, he fumbled with the button of my jeans. His large hands struggle with the small button, and I hear his groan before I hear the rip. My jeans are in tatters as Neteyam rips them off me, leaving me in just my underwear.

“Why do tawtute wear so much clothing? It should not be so difficult to see my Muntxate.” Neteyam complains.

I chuckle at him as he sounds like a perturbed child, “Do you wish I were never to wear them?”

“Yes! Never again.” Neteyam agrees quickly.

“Then you will have to weave me something. Maybe a skirt? That way, you will have access to me at all times, never even having to take it off.” I explain, liking the idea of him using me at any moment.

Neteyam’s moan is loud, and his grip on my hips is near bruising, “Oh, Paskalin. I would love nothing more than that. I will weave you everything you wish. And giving me access to your pussy whenever I want, we will never be a part. I will have you fill, whether it be my tongue, fingers, or my dick. It will not be long until my seed takes.” His hips are rocking into my core. 

“Please, Teyam, please!” I grasp his braids as he rocks into my clit.

Neteyam quickly rids me of my undergarments, leaving me bare to him. I grasp at the straps to his tweng pulling, wanting it off now. 

“Mawey Yawntutsyìp, Mawey.” He mutters, as if he hasn’t already destroyed my jeans.

“Hurry, Neteyam.” I plead.

He removes his tweng, showing his open slit, the tip of his cock peeking, ready to come out. 

“I can not hurry, Yawne. You are so small; it will take time for you to be prepared.” Neteyam responds calmly. 

He lays me on the ground. The plush moss against my back is a comforting feeling, the coolness a stark contrast to my heated body. His hands slowly caress my legs, leading up to my core. Neteyam’s thumbs eased close to my core, not quite touching the folds of my pussy, and spread them, showing him my twitching hole. Slowly, he eases a thumb closer to my center, rubbing the outside without penetrating. 

“Neteyam, please don’t tease me,” I beg.

“Of course, Yawne.” From there, he inserts his thumb in deep. My cunt gladly accepted the intrusion. 

“Oh Teyam, feels good,” I tell him.

He leans down, caging me in his arms, and kisses my neck, thrusting his thumb into my cunt. The glide brings a slow build as his other fingers rub my clit.

“So pretty for me, Yawne, leaking so much on just my thumb. What will you do on my fingers? Let alone my dick?” Neteyam asks.

His fingers leave my pussy, and are quickly replaced with one of his long fingers. His tongue now on my breast. Teeth grazing my nipple as he nibbles, switching which breast he gives attention to. Wet noises come from my cunt as his finger picks up speed. One soon becomes two.

“Neteyam!” I moan, the burn adding to my pleasure. 

“Easy Yawne, it’s only two fingers. Your pussy is just so tight. Even a small finger is too much for you.” He mocks lovingly.

Neteyam’s fingers pick up as his mouth moves lower, kissing and biting my ribs, leaving marks on my stomach and hips when he finally reaches my cunt. His tongue lapped at my clit. The flat of his tongue licked a long swipe at the sensitive bundle before sucking it into his mouth. It was a distraction as his third finger joined the others. The thick digits bring me closer to my high as Neteyam suckles at my clit. 

“Teyam! Teyam! I’m gonna cum! Please, Teyam!” I beg, needing my release. 

Neteyam picks up the speed of his fingers, and the power of his sucks, and soon my vision is white, and my back is arched as I came. My limbs twitched as he let go of my cunt. I watch as he pulls his dick out the rest of the way. His thick long cock, covered in the spines all na’vi men have. Neteyam lines his cock up with my pussy, brushing my hole.

Neteyam’s face is now close to mine, “Are you ready, Yawne? From here, we are mated.”

“Yes, Neteyam, I am ready to spend the rest of our lives together.” I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to be as close as possible. 

Neteyam reaches behind him, bringing his kuru, and hands it to me, “This is for you, for you to protect and cherish. I want you to care for it as we mate.” He admits.

I hold his kuru as the pink tendrils come out to play again. They wrap around my fingers again, and he pushes in. My cunt stretches wider than ever before, accommodating to his girth and the spines, as they each pop into my cunt, each spine trying to find its home.

“Oh, Yawne, you’re so tight! You fit my cock perfectly. I can feel my spines finding their spot. I’m gonna lock in your pussy, and I’m gonna fill you with my seed.” He grunts.

I squeal at his words, wanting to be filled with his cum. His spines locking at different points, refusing to leave the him they have found, tugging at each movement we make. Many of them have locked, grinding inside me as he finished trying to line up. His thumb quickly found my clit again, already oversensitized from cumming. I wrap my thighs around his narrow waist, humping at his thumb. 

“Baby, Teyam, I need to cum!” I scream, the pleasure overwhelming.

Neteyam’s breathless as he grinds his cock into me, the locked spines dragging and pulling, bringing both of us closer to our highs, “Ma Yawne. Oh Fuck. You just came for me. Shit, and you’re gonna come again? Damit, fuck, such a good pussy. My fucking good girl, my slutty Yawntutsyìp needing my cock.” His voice was little more than a growl.

Then he locks, the tendrils at the tip of his cock, slide through my cervix, opening it wide, “Cumming! Cumming Paskalin!” his cum floods my womb, nothing stopping his cum from its path. The grith of his cock keeps everything trapped inside.

Neteyam’s thumb picks up speed, bringing me to my second high while trapped on his dick. 

“I love you, ma muntxate, thank you, I will make sure you never regret this.” He kisses my lips sweetly. 

I smile at his words, “Love you, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. I will never regret mating you. This is the happiest day of my life.” 

Neteyam rolls us over, so I lay on top of him, “Maybe one day you can create a way so my seed may take, and you can carry our child.” He muses, playing with my hair.

“Neteyam? Your father is an avatar. You have enough human DNA to get me pregnant.” 

Update: A visual of the genitalia here

[forjongseong]

your princess, my queen // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 9 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff // warning: older reader; mentions of marriage // wc: ~1.2k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 - la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight part 10 - mon soleil minisode part 7 - daylight minisode part 8 - subside

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summary: Jay braces himself to face the most intimidating figure of all--your father.

author’s notes: welcome to minisode part 9. this was supposed to be the part released after mon soleil...

the scene of Jay meeting with CEO!yn's dad has been on my mind even before I wrote the proposal scene in part 10, and I planned to release this minisode right after, but other ideas started coming in so I had to wrote those and release them first before I forget about it!

here's the song for this minisode

which explains the title! hope you enjoy this little treat as we all wait for part 11.

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Jay stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had just finished showering and was now wearing a black tee tucked into his jeans. He had no accessories on, and he was contemplating whether to leave his bangs unstyled or pushed back like his usual office look.

“If I brush it back…” Jay murmured to himself. “I look like I am pissed. But if I leave it…”

He brought his hand down and his hair immediately fell to his brows.

“I look like I’m fifteen.”

After a hot minute of huffing and puffing, Jay decided to push half of his hair back, hoping he did not look way too intimidating. Once he was done, he walked out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom very quietly, careful not to wake you up. He knocked over his deodorant while he was putting on his jacket, though, and you stirred in your sleep.

“Where are you going?” You asked, half awake.

“Just some… errands,” Jay said warily. He was beginning to run out of excuses.

“Should I be concerned?” You asked again, this time you were peeking behind your blanket.

Jay sighed and walked over to your side of the bed. He sat on the edge and brushed your hair, knowing that it would always make you feel content.

“You can sleep in. I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” he whispered. He then leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Once he was certain that you had fallen back to sleep, and after doing a light meal prep for your breakfast, he slipped out of the house quietly.

---

Shifting his weight in his legs, Jay carefully typed a message on his phone and sent it as the queue in front of him started to move. The staff behind the cashier smiled and Jay placed an order for himself, and another drink that he recited off the text message he got. After paying and getting the drinks, he picked a table that was close to the window so he could easily observe people getting in and out of the café.

Jay squinted his eyes as he saw the familiar figure he was waiting for. As the man entered the café, Jay stood up and gently raised his hand to get his attention. The man noticed Jay and when their eyes met, Jay immediately bowed politely to him.

“Thank you for meeting me here, Sir,” Jay said as he greeted your father. “I know it’s quite a long drive from home.”

Your father waved his hand, gesturing that it was fine. “My wife is meeting up with her friends in the city, so it’s actually perfect. Besides, I don’t want to be responsible for triggering my daughter’s boyfriend’s allergic reaction to cats.”

Jay laughed softly and his eyes disappeared. Your father smiled and went on to tell an episode of the cats’ shenanigans at home. Jay smiled and listened intently, giving the appropriate responses whenever needed, also finding it hard to imagine your father, the former CEO of your company, scooping your cats’ poop at home.

“I am rambling,” your father said before taking a sip of his drink that Jay had ordered for him. “So, what was the reason behind this meet up? Did you want to ask something about the company that you could not ask my daughter directly?”

“Oh,” Jay sighed, shaking his head. “Not at all, Sir. It’s nothing regarding work. I, uhm, well. I actually…”

Your father kept his eyes on your boyfriend, causing the poor young man to stutter even more.

“Calm down. Take a deep breath,” your father said calmly. “Judging by the way you’re acting, I feel like I can already tell what you want to say.”

Jay let out a shaky breath. He reached out for his drink in hopes that it would calm his nerves, but his hands were shaking even more. Your father noticed and immediately chuckled.

“You’re asking for permission,” your father spoke, “aren’t you?”

Jay took a deep breath and cleared his throat before speaking.

“I have thought about it for a while, Sir,” he started. “I know my relationship with your daughter accelerated in such a short period, but I do hope you know that my intentions are pure. I have developed a strong attachment to her, and I would like to think that the feeling is mutual.”

Your father set his cup down and began to listen intently.

“I swear I prepared a much better speech than this, but my mind is blank right now. The point is, before I move on to do the other preparations, I believe asking you is the proper thing to do first. I haven’t proposed to her, yet. Technically…”

Jay’s voice trailed off and your father raised an eyebrow.

“Technically?” Your father repeated.

“I, uhm.” Jay licked his lips before continuing. “I got a little drunk once and asked her to marry me.”

Your father tilted his head.

“But we cleared up the misunderstanding, Sir! It would not happen again. I mean, me being drunk. Not me proposing. I mean. I want to propose properly, Sir.”

Your father saw Jay beginning to lose focus and he just smiled at your boyfriend.

“Sir,” Jay said, taking a deep breath right after. “You’ve raised a beautiful, responsible daughter and it would be an honor for me if you’d let me take care of her for the rest of my life.”

There was a brief silence before your father spoke up.

“You know, you should have started with that sentence.”

Jay merely stared at your father, almost without blinking.

“I did notice how happy she seemed whenever she’s around you,” your father continued. “You lift her up. And she gets very snarky whenever I mention your name in a bad way.”

Jay gulped. He had no idea where the conversation was going.

“She’s ready to defend you no matter what I say. No matter what my wife says, too. She is fiercely protective over you, and I haven’t seen her like that with anyone else.”

Jay remained silent, sensing that your father was not done talking yet.

“My daughter is very independent, and she does not want a lot of things,” your father paused. He turned the cup of his drink as he stared into the distance. “But even without her saying anything, I can tell that what she wants is to be in this relationship with you.”

After looking down at the table for so long, Jay cautiously lifted his head to look at your father again.

“You have my permission, Jay. You can stop looking so scared.”

Jay’s eyes widened for a split second before he made a huge sigh of relief. Your father, seemingly proud that he made your boyfriend panic for a bit, laughed wholeheartedly.

“You know, Sir,” Jay spoke carefully, “you should have started with that sentence.”

Your father was surprised at Jay’s level of wittiness, and he continued to laugh softly as Jay began to relax. Their conversation went on to cover different topics, and Jay tried his best not to think of the type of ring to get for you so he could remain focused on his future father-in-law’s voice.

-END-

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FILM PROJECT: SCENE TWO; THE LOCATION

“BUT FOR NOW… I AM THE WILLING VICTIM OF A CANNIBAL. SHE RIPS OUT MY BONES JUST LIKE IM AN ANIMAL.” - Cannibal; Tally Hall

“So what do I get out of this?”

“What do you mean?” Kyle asked them as he took the duffle bag of expensive camera equipment from Jae.

“I meannn, this seems like a deal for only Ona. And as much as I want that girl to get her grades up…” Jae looked around to see if the said girl was listening, she always had a knack for hearing her name being mentioned.

“Yeah I understand, so how much do you want?” Kyle said with a small chuckle as he pulled out his wallet, the inside had a Polaroid picture of his family.

“Join our podcast.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come onn” Jae lightly punched his shoulder as she went back to crossing their arms. “Join Team Realest.”

“..Team..Realest?”

“Yeah dude! Come on, after tonight, you’re definitely gonna want to join.” Jae teased as the two made it to the front of the car.

“Hmm.. I’ll think about it, I’ll let you know after tonight then.” Kyle opened the passenger door for Jae before he walked around to the drivers seat to get situated.

“Sooo where are we going?” Ona asked from the backseat, she gave a sharp turn in her neck pillow to look at Jae infront of her.

“Do you really need that?”

“Yes, Jae,” Ona scoffs, “I really do need this.”

“Okayy…..”

Stan pipes up, breaking the two’s small argument, “I think we should drive around till we see a place that speaks to us. You know?”

Kyle drums his fingers along the steering wheel, “Okay, that sounds good, but what if we don’t find a place that we like?”

“Then we go further out and away from the city, duh.” Ona says.

Kenny speaks up, voice clearly riddled with sleep, “We don’t have to find a place today either… we have quite a while before we need to turn this project in.”

“Oh my god Kenneth do you ever like to WORK??” Ona asks, mock annoyance in her tone.

“It depends… is the work fun? Or is the work forced upon me by the vicious Gods that roam our skies, seeking havoc and causing pain through out the human population?”

“Dude what the fuck?” Stan looks over at Kenny confused and Kenny just shrugs in return.

Kyle sighs, putting his car in drive, “Let’s go then, no time like the present.”

“…..Can I play music..” Jae asks.

“Huh, oh yeah go ahead.” Kyle responds.

“Sweet, any recs for the time being?”

“Give Me Everything by Pitbull and Ne-yo.” Kenny requests.

“Oh my god.. of course you’d ask for something like that.” Ona rolls her eyes and shakes her head at Kenny’s request.

Stan snickers beside her and Kenny looks at her bewildered, “The fuck does that even mean?”

“You know what it means.”

Jae sighs and queues up the song Kenny wanted, before queuing up a random car ride playlist to have play afterwards.

"Hey, do you guys want to stop at this Mc Donald's up here?" Kyle mumbled, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. His voice was barely audible over the soft hum of the car engine, but everyone heard his question loud and clear.

It had been about two hours since they had set off on their trip, and the sky had gradually grown darker as the October evening set in. The crisp autumn air seeped in through the car windows, making the journey all the more eerie and foreboding.

Ona's ears perked up at the suggestion, and she sat up straight in her seat. "Yes, please!" she exclaimed, feeling relieved at the prospect of stretching her legs and getting some fresh air.

Jae chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "Sounds good to me," they said, her eyes darting to look at the three in the back to catch a glimpse of Stan’s reaction.

Stan shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Sure, why not?" he said, his eyes meeting Ona's briefly before turning back to his game.

“Dont forget to wake Kenny” Kyle reminds the two in the back seat as he pulled into a parking spot.

Ona took off her neck pillow and hits the blonde boy with it repeatedly, “Wake up Kennethhhh!.”

“The full name is insane Di’ona.” Jae smiled before she took off the seatbelt.

Kenny groans, annoyed that he woke up to being hit by the neck pillow and stretches, purposefully covering Ona's face with his hand, "Good morninggg everyone."

"Get. Your. NASTY. hand out of my FACE!" Ona exclaims, roughly grabbing his wrist and pushing Kenny's hand off her face.

Stan can't stop himself from laughing and quickly unbuckles his seatbelt to get out of the car before Ona directs any of her wrath towards him.

Everyone else soon follows and gets out of the car and once everyone is out, the five of them start heading into the McDonald's, Kyle locking the car as they walk across the parking lot.

"Soooo.. where did we end up?" Kenny asks the group, munching on a fry.

"Gross dude, don't eat with your mouth open." Kyle grimaces, disgust clouding his face.

Jae turns on her phone, "Hmm.. According to Apple Maps we are in Woodland Park."

"Oh sick dude, There's an abandoned mill south of us.. if I'm remembering the town right." Kenny grins, shoveling another handful of fries in his mouth.

"Oh my god, you are so gross." Ona frowns.

"Since when did you know of an abandoned mill, Ken?" Stan asks, taking a sip of his drink.

"It's because of Butters, apparently Butters knows a lot about hidden things, abandoned places or whatever. He gave me a list and I've been slowly checking them off as I go explore 'em."

Kyle stares pointedly at Kenny, "And you didn't think to tell us about the list prior to leaving..?"

Kenny shrugs, "I was assuming you guys would've found a place sooner in all honesty. This place I'm referring too is far out and the others that I have been to are too rundown to probably film anything without us potentially.. dying."

Kyle sighs, "We're already this far we might as well stop over and check it out."

Ona steals a nugget from Jae, "HEY-" They start but Ona cuts them off before anything else was said, "How far away is it from here?"

"Jae, can I?" Kenny asks, referring to the Apple Maps she still had pulled up.

"Oh yeah, here." Jae hands their phone to Kenny and he types in the coordinates.

"You memorized the coordinates?" Stan questions.

"Uh.. yeah dude.. I would've just ended up losing the list had I not memorized it."

"If only you put that much effort into memorizing your class lectures.." Kyle shakes his head.

Kenny flips off Kyle, "It's about 35 minutes from us right now," He says, handing the phone back to Jae, "Think we can make it?"

"If we left now, yeah." Kyle responds.

"Good thing it's the weekend then." Jae sighs, the rest of the group murmuring in agreement.

They finish their meal and all head back to the car, driving away and towards the location Kenny had set for them.

"Is.. this the right place?" Stan asks apprehensively, peering out the window and at the mill.

"Is this not a mill?" Jae points out.

"Well yeah, but it looks... I don't know not mill like?"

Kyle parks the car and turns off the car, "Uh? What's the qualifications for 'mill-like'?" Kyle asks, turning around in his seat to stare at Stan.

"What's the qualifications for mill-like, I am Kyle Broflovski and I use big words!" Ona mocks, voice no where near how he speaks.

"That is not at all how I sound like."

"Yeah huh it is."

Kyle groans and turns back around in his seat, opening the car door and getting out.

Kenny whispers to Ona, "He can't handle the truth."

Ona nods her head, "He's got no sense of humor. None at all.. shame."

Everyone else gets out of the car and looks over at the mill, "It looks a lot bigger now that we're really staring at it." Jae concluded, turning on her phone's flashlight to be able to see where they'd be walking.

The rest of the group turns their phone's flashlights on as well, "Yeah.. it looks like it'd be haunted." Ona whispers, chills running through out her body.

Kyle rolls his eyes, "You guys and this whole ghost paranormal schtick. It's not haunted, it's literally just a regular abandoned mill."

"Famous last words Kyle, famous last words." Kenny says, moving past Jae and heading over to the mill.

Stan opens the trunk and grabs the equipment, "Let's just go ahead and check it out, besides if we get no filming done, we might as well figure out where we could start shooting. Or if we even like this place well enough to film."

Kyle runs a hand along his face, "We should also get to Kenny asap.. who knows what he'll end up doing alone."

Kyle and Jae head off next after Kenny, being careful to not stumble or fall along the rocky ground.

Ona turns to look at Stan, "Need any help with any of that then?"

Stan grins, "Nah, just as long as you stay by me and can guide me properly, I think I'll be alright."

The girl stared blankly at him, then gave the smallest smile “Cool..cool, yeah uh okay.”

Snorting, Stan closed the trunk “So are you excited? I know this is your element or.. whatever.”

“Yeah, honestly, I just wanna see you be professional for once” Stan smiled at Ona while she stood back up and put a headlight on his messy hair, she stood back and looked at him in the eyes

“Dude you don't even understand!, it’s been a hot minute since me and Jae investigated something alone without cameras watching you know?”

The boy hummed in agreement as he watched Ona put on the body, camera and headlight “Are you excited? This is your first time right?” She asked squatting down to check the rest of the bag.

“Excited, yes. Nervous? Also yes, who knows what tonight’s all gonna bring us.”

Jae shook their head in annoyance as they walked through the dark, abandoned street. "So, is this the usual for uh...Kenny?" she asked, referring to their now mutual friend's tendency to disappear without any explanation.

"Walking away with no context? Yep," Kyle replied, looking back at Jae.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over him as he thought about how they ended up walking through this eerie, desolate area . "We really should've gotten the better flashlights before running off," he added, his voice tinged with regret.

Jae agreed, their eyes fixed on the ground as they carefully navigated the rocky terrain. "Definitely," she said, their voice barely above a whisper. "So, how long have you known Kenny and Stan?" they asked, trying to break the silence that had settled between them.

Kyle sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Our whole lives," he replied, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

"We used to spend our summers riding bikes and playing video games together. It feels like a lifetime ago now," he added.

Jae listened intently, their heart swelling with emotion at the thought of lifelong friendships. "That sounds amazing,"

Kyle chuckled, the sound echoing through the empty area. "It has its ups and downs, that's for sure," he said, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiled.

"But at the end of the day, there's nothing quite like having people in your life who know you inside and out."

The thick, eerie air of the abandoned mill seemed to engulf the duo as they searched for their friend. Suddenly, Kenny's voice shattered the heartfelt moment, causing both of them to jump in surprise.

"You guys! Come look at this!" Kenny's voice called out, but his face was nowhere to be seen.

Jae and Kyle looked at each other in confusion, wondering where Kenny could be hiding. "Kenny?" Jae shouted, hoping for a response.

But there was no answer, only a deafening silence that made the hair on the back of their necks stand on end. "Come look at what? Where are you?" Kyle asked.

Again, there was no reply, and the silence grew even more suffocating. "Kenny, where are you, dude? I don't feel like running around a creepy ass mill," Kyle sighed, his flashlight shaking as he scanned the area for any sign of his friend.

The old mill was silent, dead silent, with no rustling of the trees or sound of the wind. It was just Jae's and Kyle's footsteps crunching on the gravel as they moved forward cautiously.

"This isn't funny anymore, Kenny," Jae spoke up

“What’s not funny anymore?” The words hung in the air as the two turned around to look at the girl who had uttered them. Ona’s face was illuminated by the sudden flash of light on her and Stan’s head, making her features appear eerie and ominous.

“Oh my god Ona, you scared the shit out of us,” Jae exclaimed, placing a hand on her chest. “Why didn’t you tell us you were behind us?” She finished as she reached for the flashlight Stan offered themself and Kyle.

Ona shrugged nonchalantly, exchanging a quick glance with Stan before looking back at Jae. “Have you found a spot to record yet?” she asked, scanning the surroundings of the rundown mill.

“Um…” Jae started, looking at Kyle who, in turn, looked at Jae.

“Um…???” Ona repeated impatiently.

“We were going to… you know, we were trying to catch up to Kenny!” Kyle explained, his voice rising in pitch.

“Yeah…”

“But, you know…” Kyle trailed off, his voice lowered.

“I know what?” Ona asked, her arms crossed in front of her.

“We can’t find Kenny,” Jae said with a heavy sigh, her tone laced with dread.

“What do you mean you can’t find Kenny?” Stan frowns, quickly scanning the area around the group for any sign of Kenny.

“We mean that he’s run off and he isn’t responding to when we call out for him.” Kyle finishes explaining.

Silence befalls the four as Stan and Ona digest the words Kyle and Jae have said, about how Kenny is gone and they haven’t been able to find him. The dust settling around them is illuminated by the flashlights held by the group; the broken tables and chairs, the rundown and rusty machinery, all looking a lot more foreboding as the group stands in complete silence.

Before anyone speaks up next, Kenny’s voice is heard once more in the distance, “Guys? Come on! This way! I found a cool place for us to film!”

The group exchanges glances before heading after Kenny’s voice, “Kenny! Stay there for God’s sake,” Stan calls out.

As the group enters the room Kenny is standing in, they look around in awe at the size of it. From the looks of it, it was probably where most of the bigger machines were, however they have all either been torn down or broken, rusted away in a corner somewhere. High windows near the ceiling on the wall, concrete walls and floor, steel beams surround the ceiling.

Scattered conveyor belts lay broken down in a corner of the room. Some were still up, but disfunctional. Chairs and tables laid flipped over in a heap in a random pile in the room, scattered graffiti laid about covering the walls, but the room itself was relatively untouched and clean, aside from the dust piles and weeds growing in the cracks of the concrete floor.

“Oh woah..” Jae whispers in awe.

Kenny grins, eyes lighting up as he gushes about the room, “I know right? We could so set up here, like this could be our main room, and I’m thinking we could branch out into the other rooms from here, I saw I think… some stairs leading to a managers office towards that end too,” Kenny jabs a thumb behind him, “Isn’t this gonna be sick? I’m so excited for this guys.”

Kyle nods, “I think this room is pretty good! We could check the manager’s room and use that as a place to rest and think up of ideas.”

Stan whistles in agreement as he sets the duffle bag of equipment onto the ground gently, “Nice find Kenny.. next time just wait for the rest of us, yeah?”

Kenny lets out a humorless chuckle, “You got it boss man.”

“Don’t… call me that again..”

Ona puts her hands on her hips, “So let’s started yeah?” She exclaims, ready to get started.

[ineffably-smote]

Matilda the Musical at Cambridge Theatre, West End

(Completely off topic from this blog but I thought it was too cute not to share a review)

An absolute lovely production ! Matilda was a Roahl Dahl story I really connected with after watching the 1996 version of the movie, even though I had read the book a long time ago. I had quite enjoyed the Netflix musical, and since I had an extra night in London and they had 20£ tickets available decided to go give it a shot! (Plus I was vaguely roaming around the Donmar area thinking I might give Macbeth another shot but the queue was already so long and it was freezing so decided against it for tonight). Unsurprisingly the room was filled with families and children and I felt a bit out of place squeezing between two groups in my sky high seat in the upper circle, but of course that did not matter one bit once the show started.

Set and Staging

The set was crazy?? Granted, I have not been to the theatre a lot so I don’t really have a scale for how impressive they can be, but there were so many backgrounds, so many props, entire classrooms and bedrooms rising out of the floors, libraries swinging in and out I genuinely did not expect that level of tech and was happily surprised.

Favourite Bits

My absolute favourite song was “My House” by Miss Honey. The actress delivered it with so much power and emotion. I teared up a little bit. I knew I liked the song, and I knew it was coming but it is such a welcome and beautiful part of the musical. The Miss Honey character means a lot to me, and seeing her sing this song, then argue with Matilda about what to do with their suspicions of Ms Trunchbull, and then seeing her stand up to Trunchbull at the end? Beautiful, wonderful, cathartic. I was excited to hear “Pathetic” because I knew it had been cut from the Netflix musical, and even though I generally like listening to it as part of the show’s soundtrack on Spotify it did not move me quite as much as “My House” did.

Other thoughts

“Naughty” by Matilda is also very nice, the actress was really good and fun to watch. Ms Trunchbull was a delight to watch, terrifying but also funny because of the caricatural aspect of her character. And the kids were so impressive, the phys-ed scene and the bows were with all of them there and they were so well choreographed. I was just sitting there thinking wow, they really really know what they’re doing. Which yeah, obviously, but it was still wonderful to watch.

It was overall a very nostalgic experience, I kind of wish I had access to something like this when I was a kid, and I am so glad I ended up going to see it.

[erisenyo]

Please tell us more about zukka get together via a foursome idea !!

Oh anon I am THRILLED to tell you more about the foursome get-together! I am still working out details, but the current idea so far is...

It's set a number of years post-canon, and Mai and Suki decide that their respective exes-now-friendly-fuck-buddies-when-they're-in-the-same-place would actually be great dating together

Except Sokka has missed that Zuko and Mai *aren't* dating anymore, and Zuko thinks Sokka is straight (lol) and maybe pining after Suki, so the girls start going to increasingly drastic options to try to throw the boys together

(Like "...what if we just found a way to get his dick in his mouth? They'd realize it then, right?")

Queue an increasingly horny game of truth or dare/never have I ever/just a raunchy conversation, because neither Sokka or Zuko can walk away from an implied challenge and Suki and Mai are going to use that to their full advantage to suggest switching partners and when the boys say great, start making out with each other instead

Thus begins the foursome, with lots of Sokka getting attention (he's basically in bed with three people who'd love to throw him over their shoulder), and the girls encouraging the boys toward each other and whispering suggestions they'd think were hot and happily taking suggestions from the boys back

And the pace is like fast and furious and hot until suddenly Sokka and Zuko end up like hands clasped, foreheads together, the most romantic slow fucking you can imagine, deep soul gazing

And Mai and Suki, forgotten on the other side of the bed, are just like...high five we earned the pleasure of watching this lol

And Sokka and Zuko speed-run some realizations and are both in quiet agony about the idea of this being a one-time thing (even while it's happening)

Until Suki in the afterglow intense cuddling whispers into Sokka's ear that they would be great together and Sokka kind of blinks and actually processes the slew of information he's just learned about Zuko tonight and is like...oh.

And Zuko in the come-down is doing his own processing (LOTS of evidence that Sokka is into men now! So much first-hand evidence!)

And Mai and Suki maybe slip off to go find Ty Lee and see if she's up for some fun and leave the boys to figure it out from there

Thank you so much for giving me an excuse to share, anon. I am thrilled you asked because this has been living in my head for weeks now lol