#This took me about 5 hours over all most of it was spent figuring out modern guy fashion

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Dial Tone 5 | Matt Rempe

- NHL, New York Rangers - x Reader

❪ FEM! ❫

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𖥻 Matthew Rempe x FEM!reader, in which a wrong number friendship is more than you'd hope for. OR he falls first, he falls hard, he's NYC's biggest enforcer.

𖥻 PART ONE HERE. PART TWO HERE. PART THREE HERE. PART FOUR HERE. 5.2k words

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We hugged briefly, and it felt oddly natural—like we’d done this a hundred times before. When we pulled apart, he gave me a once-over, his grin turning playful.

“You know,” he said, tilting his head, “you’re a lot shorter in person.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You’re a giant. Everyone’s short compared to you.”

“Fair point,” he said, stepping aside to let me lead the way toward the counter. “But I think you owe me an apology for all the grief you’ve given me about my height.”

“You’ll survive,” I shot back, glancing over my shoulder at him.

We ordered our drinks, and while we waited, the conversation came easily. It was almost disarming how normal it felt, standing there with him, joking about the ridiculous fake names on the order screen (“Rempe with a P? Really?”) and arguing over who would pay (“Matt, it’s coffee, not a Michelin-star dinner”).

Once we had our drinks, we found a quiet table in the corner. I’d picked this coffee shop intentionally—low-key, tucked away from the busier streets—and it seemed to work. No one gave us a second glance, even as Matt adjusted his baseball cap like he was expecting paparazzi to burst through the door at any second.

“So,” I said, leaning back in my chair, “does this count as me giving you the grand tour of San Diego?”

He smirked. “If this is your idea of a tour, I’m disappointed.”

“Okay, Mr. Critic,” I said, raising a brow. “What do you want? Beaches? Tacos? Both?”

“Both sounds good,” he admitted, taking a sip of his drink. “But let’s not rush it. I’m enjoying the coffee and company.”

My cheeks warmed at the way his tone softened on the last word, but I kept my composure. “Well, lucky for you, I have an entire day planned.”

“Oh yeah?” His brows lifted, and I could see the faintest hint of surprise behind his confident facade. “You’ve been planning this?”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” I said, smirking. “I just figured it would be better than watching you pace around the hotel room.”

He laughed, the sound low and genuine. “Touché.”

We spent the next hour talking about everything and nothing. He told me stories about life on the road with his team—carefully avoiding any specifics that might give away his identity to anyone listening—and I shared some of my most ridiculous college anecdotes, which had him laughing so hard at one point he nearly spilled his coffee.

“Okay,” he said finally, setting his cup down. “I’ve got to admit, this is way more fun than I expected.”

“Wow, what a glowing review,” I said, feigning offense. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

He grinned. “It is. I just didn’t think hanging out in a coffee shop could feel…easy, you know?”

“Maybe it’s the company,” I suggested, my voice light but my heart hammering.

“Maybe it is,” he said, holding my gaze just a second longer than necessary.

For a moment, the noise of the coffee shop faded into the background. The banter, the jokes, the nerves—it all melted away, leaving only the quiet, unspoken connection we’d built over the months.

He broke the silence first, leaning back in his chair and flashing me a crooked smile. “So, about this grand tour…”

“Yes?”

“Think it includes tacos and a sunset?”

“Definitely,” I said, matching his grin. “But only if you can keep up.”

“Challenge accepted,” he said, standing and holding out his hand to me.

I took it without hesitation, his touch warm and grounding. As we stepped out into the sunny San Diego afternoon, I couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something I didn’t quite have the words for yet—but whatever it was, I knew I wanted to see it through.

The day flew by in a blur of laughter and stolen moments. We grabbed tacos at a local stand he immediately declared “life-changing,” walked along the beach with our shoes in hand, and watched the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.

“You know,” he said as we stood at the water’s edge, his hands shoved into his pockets, “I wasn’t sure how this would go.”

“Why?” I asked, glancing up at him.

“Because meeting someone in real life…it’s different,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual. “But this? You? It’s better than I imagined.”

His words caught me off guard, and for a moment, I couldn’t think of a clever response. So instead, I just smiled, the kind that reached my eyes.

“Same here,” I said softly.

He smiled back, his expression open and unguarded in a way that made my chest ache.

As the waves lapped at our feet, I realised something: whatever this was—whatever it could become—I was ready to take the chance.

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By the time we got back to the coffee shop parking lot where we’d left our cars, the city had gone quiet, the hum of the day giving way to the stillness of the evening. Matt leaned against his car, arms crossed, watching me with that same unreadable expression I was starting to recognize as his way of holding back.

“I guess this is it,” he said, his voice light but tinged with something deeper.

“For tonight,” I replied, clutching my keys a little tighter than necessary.

He tilted his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, San Diego.”

“Good,” I said before I could stop myself.

His smirk softened into a smile, the kind that made it hard to look away. “So,” he said, pushing off the car, “what’s next? Another tour? A baseball cap-and-sunglasses situation?”

I laughed, the sound more nervous than I wanted it to be. “We’ll see. Depends on how much trouble you want to cause.”

“I’m not the troublemaker here,” he teased, stepping closer. “You’re the one sneaking around with a professional hockey player.”

“Oh, please,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “If anyone’s sneaking around, it’s you.”

“Fair,” he admitted, his grin widening. “But for the record, I like sneaking around with you.”

The weight of his words hung between us, heavier than the teasing tone they’d been delivered in. For a moment, we just stood there, the quiet of the night wrapping around us like a cocoon.

“I had fun today,” I said finally, my voice softer than I intended.

“Me too,” he replied, his gaze holding mine. “You’re pretty good at this whole real-life thing.”

“Thanks,” I said, grinning. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

We stood there for a moment longer, neither of us seeming ready to leave. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice lower than before. “Drive safe, okay?”

“You too,” I said, stepping back toward my car.

As I opened the door, he called out, “Hey.”

I turned to look at him, my heart doing that stupid fluttering thing it always seemed to do when he was around.

“This doesn’t count as our only tour, right?” he asked, one hand resting on the roof of his car.

“Not even close,” I said, smiling.

He nodded, looking satisfied. “Good.”

I slid into my car, the warmth of his gaze lingering long after I drove away.

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That night, lying in bed, I stared at my phone for what felt like forever before typing out a message.

Tuesday, September 10, 2024 Today, 11:51PM ME: Today was fun.

It took him less than a minute to reply.

MATT: It was. MATT: So…next time tacos are on me?

I smiled, shaking my head.

ME: You’ve got yourself a deal.

His response was almost immediate:

MATT: Finally I get my chance to woo you like a true gentleman

I set my phone on the nightstand, a quiet laugh escaping me as I pulled the covers up.

It was still new, still uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

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The next day felt like it dragged on forever. My morning classes passed in a blur, and by the time my last lecture ended, I was practically buzzing with nerves. It wasn’t every day that a 6'8" hockey player casually showed up on campus to meet me.

When I stepped out of the lecture hall, Matt was already there, leaning against the bike rack like he belonged on a billboard instead of a college campus. He was wearing a dark hoodie pulled low over his head and a pair of sunglasses, the kind of look that screamed “trying not to be recognized” while also being ridiculously conspicuous.

“You know,” I said as I approached him, “if you’re trying to blend in, you’re doing a terrible job.”

He pushed his sunglasses up onto his head, revealing that lopsided grin of his. “Hey, this is my best incognito look. Don’t knock it.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way my stomach flipped at the sight of him. “You look like you’re about to rob a convenience store.”

“Well, I’ve got to protect my reputation,” he said, falling into step beside me as we headed toward the parking lot. “Can’t have anyone finding out I’m sneaking off campus with the coolest girl here.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, I’m sure people are lining up to take pictures of me.”

“Maybe they should be,” he shot back, his tone light but sincere enough to make my cheeks warm.

Before I could respond, a familiar voice called out behind me “Y/N! Hey, is that you?”

I turned sharply, spotting my friend Rachel walking across the quad toward us. My stomach flipped, and not in a good way. Rachel wasn’t the kind of person to let something like this slide without a million questions.

Matt glanced at me, his brow raised in silent question.

“That’s my friend,” I muttered, already feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “We need to go.”

“Why?” he asked, though he was already moving with me as I grabbed his arm.

“Because if she sees us together, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Without thinking, I laced my fingers through his and tugged him along, my heart racing as we half-walked, half-jogged toward the parking lot.

“Y/N!” Rachel called again, her voice closer now.

“Move faster,” I hissed, glancing over my shoulder to see her gaining on us.

Matt didn’t say a word, but his hand tightened around mine, his long strides easily keeping pace with me. It wasn’t until we reached his rental car that I realized how ridiculous we must look—a frantic girl dragging a guy who could probably pick her up with one hand.

He unlocked the car with a quick press of a button, and I all but shoved him toward the driver’s side. “Get in, get in!”

He chuckled as he opened the door, sliding into the seat. “You’re surprisingly bossy when you’re in panic mode.”

“Just drive!” I said, slipping into the passenger seat and slamming the door behind me.

Rachel reached the edge of the parking lot just as Matt pulled out, her confused expression shrinking in the rearview mirror. I exhaled a long breath, leaning back against the seat.

“That,” Matt said, his tone amused, “was the most exciting escape I’ve ever had on a college campus.”

I turned to him, realizing our hands were still joined. I quickly pulled mine away, my cheeks burning. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” he said, glancing over at me with a grin. “I kind of liked it. Felt like we were in a spy movie or something.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “She’s going to text me like twenty times asking who you are.”

“Just tell her I’m your overly tall, very photogenic friend.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in my chest finally easing. Despite the chaos, it was hard to feel anything but light when I was with him.

As we drove toward the movie theater, I stole a glance at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. Maybe this wasn’t how I imagined today going, but holding his hand—even for a moment—felt like the start of something I hadn’t dared to dream about before.

The drive to the movie theater was filled with a mix of banter and quiet moments that felt just as comfortable. He’d picked a smaller theater in a nearby neighborhood, one that wasn’t likely to attract too much attention.

“I thought we’d try to keep it low-key, and Google said this cinema gets an average of 12 customers a day,” he said as we pulled into the parking lot.

“Smart move,” I replied, glancing around at the unassuming building.

Matt climbed out of the SUV, and as I unbuckled my seatbelt, I watched him scramble around the front of the car to the passenger side. He paused dramatically before opening the door for me, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Chivalry’s not dead, huh?”

“Not when I’m involved,” he said with a wink.

Inside, we bought our tickets and a ridiculous amount of snacks, Matt insisting on carrying everything because “it’s the least I can do.”

“You’re single-handedly keeping this theater in business,” I teased as he precariously balanced the popcorn, candy, and drinks.

We found seats near the back of the theater, and as the lights dimmed, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at him. He was focused on the screen, a faint smile on his lips, but as if sensing my gaze, he turned his head and caught me.

He leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. “You good?”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “Just…it’s still weird seeing you in real life.”

He chuckled softly. “I could say the same about you.”

The movie started, and for a while, we both fell into the story, sharing laughter and the occasional whispered comment. It felt easy, natural—like we’d done this a hundred times before.

At one point, his hand brushed mine as he reached for the popcorn. Neither of us moved away immediately, and I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine. My breath caught, but I forced myself to focus back on the screen, my pulse racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the movie.

When the credits rolled, we lingered for a moment, neither of us in a hurry to leave. But eventually, we made our way back to his car under the soft glow of the streetlights, the air between us buzzing with unspoken words.

“So,” he said as we climbed in, “on a scale of one to ten, how bad was that movie?”

I laughed. “Solid six. But the company made up for it.”

“Good save,” he said, his grin widening as he started the car.

The drive back to my apartment was quieter, the kind of silence that felt companionable rather than awkward. When he pulled up to the curb outside my building, I hesitated for a moment before unbuckling my seatbelt.

“Thanks for today,” he said, his tone softer now. “I had fun.”

“Me too,” I replied, feeling the truth of it settle in my chest.

He leaned against the steering wheel, looking at me like he wanted to say something more. Finally, he asked, “See you tomorrow?”

I nodded, my smile growing. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

As he drove away, I stood on the sidewalk for a moment, the cool night air brushing against my skin. My cheeks ached from smiling, and my heart felt a little lighter.

Whatever this was between us—whatever it might turn into—I couldn’t wait to find out.

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The next day came faster than I expected. Between classes and trying to focus on a group project, my mind kept drifting back to Matt. I hadn’t told my friends much, only that he was “someone I’d been talking to for a while.” It wasn’t a lie, but it definitely wasn’t the full truth.

When my last class ended, I stepped outside into the warm late-afternoon sun, scanning the parking lot for Matt. I spotted him leaning against the rental car, sunglasses on and arms crossed casually. He looked so effortlessly cool that I almost laughed.

“You trying to be in a movie poster or something?” I called as I approached.

He grinned, pushing the sunglasses up onto his head. “What can I say? I aim to impress.”

“Well, mission accomplished,” I said, rolling my eyes but smiling anyway.

He opened the passenger door for me—again—and I didn’t bother teasing him this time. “You’re really consistent with this chivalry thing,” I said as I climbed in.

“Hey, I have to make up for all the times I couldn’t do it over FaceTime,” he replied, shutting the door behind me before jogging around to the driver’s side.

The drive to the beach was easy, the salty air growing stronger as we got closer. He’d suggested a sunset picnic, complete with food he’d picked up from a local spot he’d “googled extensively.”

“So, how was class?” he asked as we walked down to the sand, a blanket slung over his arm and a bag of food in hand.

“Pretty boring compared to this,” I said, gesturing at the ocean stretching out before us. “You’re setting the bar pretty high, Manhattan.”

“Good. I like a challenge,” he said, spreading the blanket out in a spot with a perfect view of the water.

We sat side by side, unwrapping sandwiches and chips as the sun dipped lower in the sky. The conversation flowed easily, moving from his last game to my classes to random trivia.

“You know,” he said between bites, “I was worried this might be weird.”

“Weird how?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Like…what if we didn’t click in person the way we do over text or FaceTime?” He hesitated, then added, “But it’s not weird. It’s better.”

His words caught me off guard, and I looked down at the sandwich in my hands, suddenly hyperaware of how close we were sitting.

“I feel the same,” I admitted quietly.

For a moment, the only sound was the gentle crash of the waves. Then he turned to me, his expression soft but serious. “So, does this count as a date, or do I need to up my game?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You tell me. You’re the one who planned it.”

“Well, if it is a date,” he said, leaning back on his hands, “I think it’s going pretty well.”

I didn’t have a clever comeback for that, so I just smiled, letting the moment settle around us. The sky darkened as we lingered on the blanket, the distant sound of seagulls fading into the rhythmic crash of waves. Neither of us seemed in a hurry to leave, the easy flow of conversation filling the space between us.

“I’m impressed,” I said, gesturing to the now-empty food containers. “You didn’t oversell this picnic thing. It was actually really good.”

Matt smirked, brushing some sand off his hands. “High praise coming from someone who almost turned me down for this.”

“Almost,” I emphasized. “But I didn’t.”

“And aren’t you glad you didn’t?”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible to resist, maybe,” he shot back, his grin widening.

Before I could respond, a gust of wind whipped past us, tugging at my hair and sending a shiver down my spine. Without a word, Matt shrugged off his hoodie and held it out to me.

“Here,” he said.

“You don’t have to—”

“Just take it, San Diego,” he interrupted, his tone playful but insistent.

I gave in, slipping the hoodie over my head. It was warm and smelled faintly of his cologne, a mix of woodsy and clean that made my stomach flip. “Thanks,” I mumbled, tugging the sleeves over my hands.

“You’re welcome,” he said, leaning back again, his gaze drifting out toward the ocean.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the stars beginning to dot the darkening sky. I glanced over at him, his profile outlined by the soft glow of the moonlight.

“You look like you belong here,” I said without thinking.

He turned to me, one eyebrow raised. “What, on a beach?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I mean��just, here. Like this. Relaxed. Happy.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, he looked at me like I’d said something important, something that mattered.

“I think that’s because of you,” he said quietly.

My heart skipped, the weight of his words settling in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

“You don’t have to say things like that,” I said, trying to play it off, though my voice wavered slightly.

“But I mean it,” he replied, his tone steady.

The vulnerability in his gaze made it impossible to look away. For a brief, reckless moment, I considered leaning in, closing the small distance between us.

But then he broke the tension with a smirk. “Plus, if I said it’s because of the sandwiches, I’d sound like a jerk.”

I laughed, grateful for the reprieve. “You’re lucky you’re funny, Rempe.”

“I’m lucky for a lot of things,” he said, his voice softer now.

The words hung in the air, and I didn’t know what to say in response. Instead, I leaned back, letting the sound of the waves and the warmth of his hoodie wrap around me like a shield against the uncertainty of whatever this was turning into.

As the night deepened, he finally stood and offered me a hand. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll drive you home before you freeze.”

I took his hand, the touch grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. “Thanks,” I said, letting him pull me to my feet.

“For what?”

“For tonight,” I said, meeting his gaze. “It was…perfect.”

His smile was small but genuine. “Good. Because I don’t plan on this being the last time.”

And as we walked back to the car, I realised I didn’t want it to be, either.

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The next morning, I strolled into my lecture hall, clutching a coffee and running a little later than I’d planned. The classroom buzzed with pre-class chatter, students flipping through notes or scrolling on their phones.

Sliding into my usual seat near the middle, I tugged the hood up and slouched in my chair, trying to fight the remnants of sleepiness still clinging to me. Matt’s hoodie—warm, soft, and ridiculously oversized—felt like a comforting cocoon.

“Okay, spill.”

I glanced up to see my friend plop down in the seat next to me, her eyes immediately zeroing in on my outfit.

“What?” I asked, playing innocent as I took a sip of my coffee.

“Don’t ‘what’ me,” she said, leaning closer. “That hoodie is not yours. Whose is it? And why are you wearing it like it’s a security blanket?”

I shrugged, trying to keep my expression neutral. “It’s just a friend’s. No big deal.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “A friend? Since when do you borrow hoodies from friends?”

“It was cold last night, okay?” I said, lowering my voice. “He let me borrow it. End of story.”

Her eyes sparkled with interest. “He? Oh, this just keeps getting better. Is it the same mystery guy you keep texting during literally everything? Because if it is, I need details.”

I groaned, knowing there was no way she’d let this go. “Can we not do this here? Class is about to start.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, smirking. “We’ll circle back.”

As the professor started the lecture, I tried to focus on the material, but my friend’s amused glances made it nearly impossible. I could feel her scheming from two feet away.

Halfway through class, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Subtly, I glanced at the screen under the desk.

Friday, September 13, 2024 Today, 9:15am MATT: Good morning, San Diego. MATT: Hope my hoodie’s getting a better education than I ever did.

I bit back a smile, quickly typing a reply.

ME: It’s sitting through Intro to Philosophy. I think it misses the rink.

His response came almost immediately.

MATT: Pretty sure it’s thrilled to be near you.

Heat rose to my cheeks, and I tucked my phone away before my friend could notice.

After class ended, my friend caught up with me as we walked out of the building. “Okay, so who is he?” she demanded.

I sighed. “He’s…a guy I’ve been talking to for a while. It’s nothing serious.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re wearing his hoodie in public. That’s at least medium serious.”

“Fine,” I said, rolling my eyes. “He’s someone I met through mutual friends, and we’ve been hanging out. That’s all.”

“For now,” she said knowingly. “But if he’s making you smile like that, I want to meet him. Soon.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that “meeting him” might come with a whole host of complications neither of us was ready for. Instead, I just nodded, tucking my hands into the hoodie pocket and thinking about how things felt a little less complicated when it was just me and Matt.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of lectures and assignments, but my mind kept drifting back to Matt. Every time I reached into the hoodie pocket or caught its faint scent, it was like a little reminder of him, tugging at my thoughts.

By the time I was in my last class of the day—a dull elective I’d taken mostly to fill a credit—I was practically counting the minutes until it ended. That’s when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Frowning, I glanced down at the screen. It was Matt.

Normally, he’d text, especially if he knew I was in class. My stomach tightened as I slipped out of my seat, mouthing a quick “bathroom” to the professor before ducking into the hallway to answer.

“Hey, everything okay?” I asked, ducking into the hallway.

“Not really,” he said, his voice rushed and tinged with frustration. “I’m on my way to the airport.”

“What?” I stopped in my tracks, clutching the phone tighter. “Why? I thought you were staying through the weekend.”

“I was,” he said, letting out a sharp breath. “But they’re making all the Rangers players fly back to New York ASAP. Something about scheduling changes and needing to finalize practice rink times. It’s a mess.”

My heart sank. “Matt…”

“I’m so sorry,” he cut in, his words tumbling over each other. “I didn’t want to just leave without saying anything. This wasn’t supposed to happen, San Diego. I swear, I thought we had more time.”

“It’s okay,” I said softly, though disappointment clawed at my chest.

“No, it’s not,” he insisted. “I feel like an ass. I dragged you into this, made plans, and now I’m bailing. I hate it.”

I leaned against the wall, wishing I could reach through the phone and shake him out of his guilt. “Hey, it’s not your fault. Stuff happens, right? It’s not like you’re choosing to leave.”

There was a pause, filled with the muffled sounds of an airport terminal. Then he sighed. “I just… I don’t want this to mess things up between us. This weekend was supposed to be about spending time together.”

“Matt,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “it’s fine. Really. We’ve been friends this long, even across time zones. What’s a little more distance?”

Another pause, then a low chuckle that was more sigh than laugh. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“Just call me your personal pep talker,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. Then, with a wry grin, I added, “Besides, it’s Friday the 13th. What did we expect? Things to go smoothly?”

That got a real laugh out of him, warm and familiar even through the phone. “You’re probably right. Should’ve seen it coming.”

“Definitely,” I replied, my smile lingering even as my chest tightened.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, his tone firm now. “As soon as I can, I’ll be back. And next time, we’ll do things right.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I replied, forcing a cheerfulness I didn’t entirely feel.

“Okay,” he said, softer now. “I’ll text you when I land. And thanks for…you know, not being mad.”

“Safe travels, Manhattan,” I said, my voice quieter.

“You too, San Diego,” he murmured before the call ended.

I stared at my phone for a long moment, the empty hallway feeling just a little colder, before heading back into class. If the past few months had taught me anything, it was how to keep moving forward—even when the person I wanted most was miles away.

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to be continued (one last time)... hehehe

[todomochi-uwu]

Who (6/?) J. Y & S. M

Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.

Author's notes: It's been such a long time, and I'm sorry for that. Life hasn't been quite easy, but as an apology here's some smut. Hope you enjoy.

Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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It had been a couple of weeks since that night, and getting used to being back wasn’t quite as easy as you thought it would be. At first feeling like a stranger to the place you had once called home, and while your lovers may try to help with that, you fear they may seem to be overcompensating a bit.

You woke up because of the ungodly amount of sound that came from the kitchen.

“Yunho?” Your eyes could barely focus on the things in front of you, besides, what the hell was he doing at home at this hour? Wiping the floor?

“Good morning, my love.” He sighed and got up, “I’m sorry did I wake you up? I dropped some pans and spilt milk. I’m sorry I’m a bit of a mess right now.” He kissed your forehead before going back to cooking, “I’m making breakfast, are pancakes, okay? We also have cereal, or I can make you some eggs or…”

“Pancakes are okay, but what are you doing here so late in the morning? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital?” You took a seat on the kitchen bar.

“I’m taking some time off, they asked me to. Just to get my head back on my shoulders.” He flipped a pancake, “Mingi will be back in a second he went to get some orange juice, we ran out yesterday and we know how much you like it and…” He kept on going, but you couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.

You looked at him without saying anything. His hands trembled with every move he made; he kept on rambling, not stopping to take a breath, afraid to let any uncomfortable silences come through. He couldn’t stay put, moving things around, not able to focus on one thing.

Mingi came through the door. His hands were full of grocery bags that threatened to snap and spill what was inside of them. “I’m back!” He set everything on the countertop, bags of snacks spilling out, hygiene products you were missing, and a bunch of things you don’t even remember mentioning you needed. “I bought everything you ask for, my love.”

“Mingi, you didn’t have to buy this all at once. I have most of this stuff back at my place.”

“Oh well, now you have them here.”

After everything that you had gone through you felt like you needed a bit of time alone, to take a step back and process. Having to come to terms with the idea of being single, actually trying to move on, Bang Chan, the club, Yunho and Mingi. All that in such a short period was messing with your head. But your lovers seemed to differ.

“Babe, I will come back earlier from work to take you on a date, okay?”

“Mingi, we went out yesterday, I’m sure Jongho needs your help back at the office.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of everything.”

Yunho wasn’t any different.

“My love, how about we go for a walk? Or would you rather watch a movie? We can go for some ice cream.”

“Yun, don’t you have to study? I saw your calendar and you have an upcoming test.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll figure it out.”

You missed them, and not having them around had been a nightmare, but this might be over the top. Not neglecting you didn’t have to mean neglecting everything else. So, a list of all the things you had to do began to form in the back of your head.

First, figure out a way to tell them (in a way that won’t destroy Mingi) that you need some space to understand what’s going on in your head and heart. Second, get some actual work done; bills still need to get paid. Third and last of all (and the one you have been dreading the most) talk to Chan. You weren’t even sure if he would be willing to. Jisung said he hasn’t seen him come out of his apartment, and he doesn’t even answer the door; every single time Minho tried contacting him it goes straight to voice mail. Your friend assures you he only needs a bit of time, but you are not quite sure, this might be it for your friendship, and you won’t lie, it breaks your heart.

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Going back to the first task. You rehearsed over and over again the things you want to say, in your head and front of the mirror, it makes you cringe, but it’s better than to see Mingi drown in tears and sobs.

“I appreciate all the effort you are putting in, but that doesn’t mean you have to neglect everything else in your life...”

“We have to learn how to balance work, our individuality and this relationship...”

“All this will take time, trust is gained slowly, and I’m sure…”

And you swore those would be the words that would come out of your mouth the second dinner was over. It wasn’t easy to explain how you ended up in this position…

Mingi between your legs, lapping at your pussy like a starved man, his mouth alternating between your entrance and your clit, not knowing which one to pleasure first. Meanwhile, Yunho was sucking at your neck, leaving bruises all over the sensitive skin; his fingers pinched and pulled on your nipples, and the sins that came out of his mouth made you tremble.

“Haven’t you missed this, my love?” He said pulling on your earlobe, “Have you missed Mingi eating your sweet, little cunt, mm?”

Mingi let your skin go with a pop, before pushing two of his long, thick fingers inside you without warning, finding a rhythm immediately, kitten licking your clit at the same time.

You couldn’t form any coherent thoughts; pleasure had completely taken over your brain; you could only feel the warmth of Mingi’s tongue and Yunho’s hard cock on your back.

“Please, please, please.” You didn’t even know what you were begging for.

“What do you need, baby? Tell us and we’ll give it to you.”

“I need you.” You whimpered.

“But baby, you have us.” Fucking Yunho, always a tease.

“Please, please Yuyu.”

“You need to tell me, love.”

Mingi’s mouth abandoned your core, leaving you aching and in need of more. “Come on, baby. You have to tell us what you want.” He urged, mocking you. “Use your words.” His fingers kept you on the edge, but not giving you any more.

Your mind is clouded by the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. "I need..." you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "...both of you."

Yunho's fingers continued their torturous assault on your sensitive buds, while his teeth nipped your skin, "And you will have us."

Mingi resumed his ministrations with renewed fervour. His fingers delved deeper, stroking that sweet spot inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins, while his tongue resumed its teasing assault on your throbbing clit.

“I need to cum, please.”

"Then cum, my love, cum for us.”

With a strangled cry, you let yourself go, surrendering yourself to the overwhelming sea of sensations your lovers were providing. Heavy breaths escaped your chest, a constant ring in your ears, you could barely tell where you were, but one thing was clear, your lovers were not done with you.

You could feel them moving around you. This time Mingi was the one behind you, holding your knees against your chest, placing small kisses and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, his hands massaged your thighs gently.

“You did so good for us, sweetheart.” His fingers traced patterns in your bruised skin.

The familiar sound of the lubricant’s cap opening made you whimper; you had been conditioned to know what would happen next. Yunho and Mingi would always make sure to prepare you to take them, making you cum a couple of times before even trying anything, but tonight you just couldn’t wait, and neither could they.

“Are you ready, my love?” Yunho’s words made you tremble. You felt both their tips in your entrance, ready to claim you at the same time. Mingi kept his hands on your hips while the man in front of you caressed your legs, waiting for your permission to go on. Both of them slightly shaking with excitement and desperation.

“Yes.”

The sensation of being filled by them was overwhelming, but made you feel complete, whole, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Their movements were slow and hesitant, not wanting to hurt you. Mingi’s moans and whines filled your ears, his hands pinched your skin and his head was thrown back in ecstasy.

“Oh my god, yes, god yes!” He wasn’t concerned by the sounds that left his mouth, too busy enjoying the feeling of your warmth enveloping him.

Yunho wasn’t doing any better, groans constantly leaving his mouth, driving himself deeper inch by inch. His eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly opened, his eyes could only focus on the place where your bodies met and became one. The image of his and Mingi’s cock splitting you open wasn’t new, but goddamn was it the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

You closed your eyes, trying to control yourself. Pain and pleasure danced inside you, intertwining themselves and covering your entire being. Each thrust consumed you entirely, making your moans turn into screams, you could feel yourself teetering over the edge. The blonde´s fingers pushed on the small bud of nerves at your core making tears spill out of your eyes, while Yunho’s lips sucked your nipples raw.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He moaned, his hips never relenting their hellish pace. And a single moment of clarity, his eyes met Mingi’s. The same look of need and lust covered his face, red cheeks and dazed eyes, cries escaping his mouth, a small I love you between them. With what little sanity he had left, he took the younger man’s head and pushed their heads in a kiss. their teeth clashing and tongues sucking on each other in ardour, both of them moaning because of the new stimulation.

“I’m going to cum!” You cried. An explosion of pleasure filled your system, as your body convulsed in ecstasy, making you almost pass out. Yunho and Mingi couldn’t hold back any longer, the tight knot snapped, joining you and spilling their seed inside you. Their essence and yours running down your thighs, ending up in the couch’s leather.

The three of you lay breathless, boneless, but complete. You had for once and for all found your way back to each other, and after what felt like an eternity, everything felt right.

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Hello!! If reqs are still open may I ask for an enamel cup of rooibos tea :'). If you're taking fic suggestions too, I've been thinking about office workers au.. or where you're both forced to go to an office party and wind up drunk!!

✧・┆airén — alhaitham

— after finishing your first big project at your current workplace, you as well as your secret partner are forced to attend a party full of alcohol... and well, chaos ensues

content warnings mentions of alcohol, being drunk, people forcing others to drink for their own amusement

thank you for the request! I really enjoyed adding a secretive relationship~

Keeping a secret can be gruelling, not to mention keeping a relationship undercover when it is clearly against the rules of the workplace. 

You sigh, dotting the last sentence of the report you had been writing to finish the biggest project you’d ever taken since starting to work at this job. You can barely keep your eyes open, having spent over four hours just on the damned thing. 

Your fingers ache from typing, and your brain feels like mush, but at least it’s done. You lean back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head as you glance at the clock on your desk — 1:47 p.m. Everyone else had long gone to have lunch, leaving the office in eerie silence, save for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights.

You’re muttering to yourself, trying to figure out what’s the next thing you ought to do. Well, sending the report would be the wisest thing to do, followed by having some food. And yet, despite having opened the platform, for some reason you seem to hesitate to forward the files. 

This project had been something of a breakthrough of yours. You’ve grown quite attached to the idea of it, as well as to all the people involved with it. Letting it go like that… makes you feel like you’ve lost a part of yourself. 

“Done.” Out of nowhere, Alhaitham comes over to send the report to your place, causing you quite the scare. The bloody man, who not only was the one you’ve been in a relationship with for the past few months but also the complete opposite in terms of work ethics. 

Ever since you could remember, you had always put so much effort into everything you did — school, work, hobbies… Staying to work overtime was basically second nature to you by this point. How on earth did you end up with a guy who’s out of the office the second clock strikes 5 o’clock. 

A notification ping is what gets your focus back in order, your partner still hunched over your chair. Everyone in the office has now been notified of your accomplishment. 

“Good job on that, [Y/N],” Alhaitham says, putting your laptop in sleep mode. “Time for lunch.” He says, straightening his back and offering his hand to help you stand. 

You blink up at him, still a little stunned by his sudden appearance and the swiftness with which he took over. He has a knack for stepping in at the most unexpected times, and his calm, composed demeanour always leaves you slightly off balance. 

“Could you not sneak up on me like that?” You say, placing a hand on your chest to steady your racing heart. Oh how glad you are, that the office takes the small gestures the two of you share as just being friends. You have been keeping it very lowkey, but with a person of Alhaitham’s personality, any sudden behaviour change would be noticeable. 

He raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable but with a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. “You were so deep in thought I figured knocking would be redundant.” 

“You figured wrong,” you mutter, but a small smile betrays your annoyance. Despite yourself, you’re grateful for his presence. Even if his approach is less conventional than yours, he has a way of lightening your workload — and your mood. 

When you hesitate to take his hand, still thinking about the report and the massive effort behind it, he leans down slightly, his voice growing softer. “You’ve done enough for today. Give yourself a break. You deserve it.”

His words strike like a chord. You exhale a deep breath, finally taking his hand. As he helps you to your feet, you can’t help but notice how effortlessly he anchors you, both physically and emotionally. 

“I can’t believe you sent it without giving me a chance to go over it one last time,” you grumble as the two of you walk towards the elevator. 

Alhaitham gives you a nonchalant shrug. “If you went over it, we’d miss lunch. Besides, I know how thorough you are. There’s no way that report has a single flaw.” 

You glance at him, half-suspecting him of sarcasm, but his tone is genuine. A faint warmth spreads through your chest at the single inkling of a compliment from him, and you finally allow yourself to relax for the first time in hours. 

As the elevator doors slide open, you glance around to make sure no one’s nearby before stepping inside together. Although there’s not much risk in being caught at a place like this, having the security of nobody joining you is lovely. 

“We ought to be back at 3 p.m.,” Alhaitham says, picking the ground floor and casually leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. “Silence your phone.” 

“Where are we going?” You ask as the elevator begins its descent. 

“There’s a café down the street I’ve been meaning to try. Quiet, good food, not too crowded. Since we’re thirty minutes late to lunch there’s going to be even fewer people.” 

You arch an eyebrow. “Since when do you scout out lunch spots?” 

His lips quick into a faint smirk. “Since I started dating someone who forgets to eat whenever working on a big project.” 

Your cheeks warm at his remark, but you roll your eyes to cover it. “Well, I hope it’s as good as you say.” 

After a short while, you’ve reached your destination — the ground floor. The elevator dings and the doors open. 

The two of you barely leave the elevator when all you can hear is the hurried steps of somebody getting close to you. 

“[Y/N],” Your manager comes up to you, a cheerful smile across his face. “Congratulations on finishing the project!”

Your heart skips a beat, caught off guard by his sudden appearance. Out of instinct, you step slightly away from Alhaitham, creating a safe distance between the two of you. It’s a subtle movement, but you know your partner doesn’t miss it. It’s almost as if his perception of your behaviour doubles in power whenever at work. 

“Thank you,” You reply, managing a polite despite the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. “It was a team effort.” 

“Nonsense!” Your manager exclaims, clapping you lightly on the shoulder. “You’d led this project beautifully. I’ve already forwarded your report to the higher-ups. They are going to be very impressed with your work.” 

“That’s great to hear.” You say though you feel like you’re barely holding onto your professional facade. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Alhaitham’s lips twitch, as though he’s holding back a smirk at your discomfort. 

Your manager continues, oblivious to the underlying tension. “From what I’ve heard, a party is going to be held to celebrate the accomplishment. Be sure to attend it, you had played the first fiddle, after all.” 

At the single mention of a work event, your chest tightens. You’re probably the second to last person who would show up to one of those — only being after Alhaitham. 

“It’s going to be mandatory.” The manager says, already predicting your decline of the offer. “The official note will probably be sent out by the end of the day. The same goes for you, Alhaitham.” The male looks at your partner with a sharp eye. Alhaitham, on the other hand, only rolls his eyes already tired at what’s about to come. 

With that, you’re left to your devices. Food first, complaining about a mandatory “team-bonding” party second… After all, you both know it’s only a means for the higher-ups to gather costs for tax returns and get drunk, nothing more, nothing less. 

You haven’t even entered the venue yet and you already feel lightheaded at the overwhelming stench of alcohol in the air. It’s far too for your liking, and you barely got here.

“The lady of the hour!~” Nilou, the only sane human resources lady as well as the person you would’ve considered your second work bestie at the company, greets you the second you enter the room with a cheerful smile on her face. “Congratulations on your project, dearie.” 

She envelops you in a warm hug, her genuine excitement so infectious that it momentarily dissipates your dread about the evening. Despite the suffocating air of the venue, her cheerful presence feels like a breath of fresh air. 

“Thanks, Nilou,” You say, managing a small smile. “I didn’t really have a choice but to show up, though.” 

She chuckles, pulling back to look at you. “I figured as much. But hey, at least there’s free food and a chance to celebrate your hard work. You deserve it.” 

You glance over her shoulder, scanning the room for familiar faces. Sure enough, there’s your manager already drunk off his mind and in a discussion with some other department head, as well as a few clusters of employees milling about, drinks in hand. Thankfully, there’s no sign of Alhaitham just yet. He’ll likely be just on time because he doesn’t get paid to show up earlier. 

Unfortunately, you manage to lock eyes with somebody near the bar and they’re already headed your way to offer you a welcome drink. 

“Bottoms up, [Y/N].” The person says, showing a glass into your palm and getting everyone present to look at you. Speak about being put on the spot… and a health code violation. You just hope Nilou has taken note of the person who offered you the drink. 

There’s a slight hesitation in your hand. From what you can gauge, what you’ve been given is an entire glass of rectified spirit — arguably the strongest alcoholic beverage out there. You just hope they won’t be idiotic enough to force-feed you these after this one.

With some drunkards posing as your coworkers egging you on, you drown the glass in one go, feeling nauseous as it goes down your throat. You will absolutely be regretting that the second you get home. You almost take a stumble, but Nilou is right there to help you steady your body and lead you to have a seat. 

“Please—“ You hiccup, getting tipsy off the singular glass already. “Give that person a stern talk…”   

Nilou’s face twists into a mix of concern and irritation. She helps you settle onto a nearby chair, patting your back gently. “I’ve got you covered.” She says, her voice firm. “Don’t worry about them. That was unacceptable and completely uncalled for.” 

Your head feels like it’s spinning, the potent alcohol hitting your system much faster than you anticipated. You try to focus on breathing, hoping to steady yourself before things get worse. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Nilou storming off toward the offender, steps strict and purposeful and her expression unreadable. 

A few moments later, a familiar voice breaks through the haze. “It’s only six p.m. and you’re already drunk?” 

You glance to see Alhaitham standing over you, his hands crossed and an almost imperceptible crease of concern on his otherwise stoic face. For once in his life, he decided to push his hair back and dress in a grey suit. Oh fuck, he’s hot. 

“You’re late.” You mumble, your words slurring slightly as you rest your head on your hand. “Wasn’t there to save me…” 

He quirks an eyebrow, crouching down to your level. “What happened?” He says, his tone unexpectedly soft. You just hope your tipsy state is not misreading his actions. 

“Someone thought it’d be hilarious to offer her a glass of a strong spirit,” Nilou interjects as she returns, her irritation still simmering. She gestures towards the culprit, who now looks sheepish under the sharp glare of Nilou’s superiors. “Is there any possibility you’d be able to look after [Y/N] tonight, Alhaitham?” Nilou asks, taking a pause before adding. “I’m going to be on the lookout for that comedian in specific.” 

Alhaitham sighs, nodding. “Leave it to me, I suppose.” He says curtly.

“Thank you so much!” Nilou smiles at his sacrifice, promising in her mind to stand behind the male tremendously in case HR is ever on his case. 

Not leaving immediately after finding out you were drunk was the biggest mistake Alhaitham had made today. Somewhere along the way he also got tipsy… despite being the designated driver of tonight’s escapade, resulting in him having to witness your drunken antics with a mild headache. The way he had to stoop that low as to message Kaveh to get over to pick the two of you up, was unbelievable. 

“You knoww…” You start, leaning against him. “You’re so mean to everyone but me…” Archons above, you are going at this again? It was around the third time you decided to take pride in being the sole worker who Alhaitham didn’t actively despise. 

Alhaitham groans inwardly, his tipsy state making your slurred words seem both endearing and annoying. He supports you as you cling to his arm, your weight pressing against him, making it impossible to avoid your proximity. 

“You’re exaggerating,” he mutters, his voice low and almost monotone despite the slight flush on his cheeks. “I’m mean to you too, silly.” 

“You aren’t!” You insist, poking his chest weakly. “You’re all stoic and scary… but with me, you’re… kinda sweet. Not to mention… you look fucking hot in grey.” 

His lips twitch, almost forming a smirk, but he quickly composes himself. “Maybe you’re half annoying, ever thought about that?” 

You gasp, your drunken eyes widening as if he’d just confessed the world’s greatest secret. “Oh my god, you do like me more than anyone else!” 

The volume of your declaration turns a few heads, and Alhaitham instinctively glances around, his hand gently gripping your waist to steady you and keep you from attracting further attention. “Lower your voice,” He says, his tone firm despite being full of worry. 

By some sheer miracle, he makes eye contact with Nilou, who smiles awkwardly. She is fully aware you’re less than in your fullest brain space. Although, from Alhaitham’s point of view, she is not aware of your relationship… he trusts her in not reporting whatever you’re doing to the higher-ups.

Tilting her head in confusion, the redhead joins the two of you, worried for your state.

“Maybe it’s best you take her home now?” She asks, crouching slightly to check your face. “I’m worried she’ll get even more unhinged.” 

Alhaitham nods, his hand steady on your waist. “That’s the wisest decision. I appreciate the help, Nilou.” He shifts his weight, ready to guide you out of the venue. 

“Good luck,” Nilou says with a knowing smile. “If you need any help, just call me.” 

Once outside, the crisp night air hits you like a splash of cold water, slightly sobering you up but not enough to stop your drunken musings. Alhaitham leads you to the car he definitely shouldn’t be driving tonight, opening the passenger door for you. 

“Get in,” He orders gently.

You hesitate, squinting up at him. “But you drank too. Who’s driving? You can’t drive. That’s dangerous.” 

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Give it a minute. Just get in the car, alright?” 

Satisfied with his answer, you slump into the seat, leaning your head back and mumbling something unintelligible about being betrayed by other coworkers. You barely even notice when your words begin to slur together, not due to alcohol in your body, but from sheer exhaustion. 

“—cking hell,” A curse is what ultimately wakes you up from the lovely nap you were having. “This is the last time that group of pillocks gets me out to go anywhere.” 

“Pillock?” A higher voice questions. “Can’t believe some alcohol turns you into an old man!… Well, you do have the hair for it.” 

“Kaveh.” 

“So-Sorry!” 

Ah. So the driver must’ve been Kaveh — Alhaitham’s unrecognised best friend as well as an architect you’ve grown to become friends yourself. You decide against saying anything, your brain is far too foggy to even make coherent sentences. You’re pretty certain you’re already having the first symptoms of a hangover. 

And tomorrow? Well, you will be joined by your partner in groaning about a massive headache, luckily aided by Kaveh’s good heart… and multiple glasses of water. 

date of posting — december 27th 2024

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You’ll Do

Amy’s boss Mia was as cruel as she was beautiful & made Amy nervous whenever she was around. Despite this somehow Amy found the courage to interview as her replacement. For some reason Mia was leaving the company & hiring her own successor. Needless to say the interview went awful.

Adding insult to injury, Amy had to ride the elevator with Mia directly after the interview and Mia didn’t hold back on her comments.

“You see Amy you lack what I need in a successor, you don’t have the killer attitude needed to succeed. On top of that you have a terrible dress sense and are a 5 at best. Yes I could ‘improve’ you but why put lipstick on a pig when I could pick someone who needs little work at all.” Mia said with a sharpness to every word that plunged Amy into a deeper depression than she already was.

“That’s why I’m giving the job to Kali, she’s so perfect for the role I didn’t even interview her. Im going to meet her right now and by tomorrow she’ll be your new boss, although I’m sure she’ll remind you of me.” Mia continued with a knowingly smile.

Amy knew Kali and was dreading her promotion. She was no where near as bad as Mia but she was certainly only a few steps away. Knowing she would be taking over made Amy want to call in sick for the rest of the year.

However just as they were nearing their floor the elevator suddenly shunted to a halt, stopping dead. Amy just stood there, knowing she couldn’t do anything while Mia rolled her eyes.

“I’ll have the maintenance team hung for this.” Mia snarled as she took out her phone and contacted the elevator technician.

“2 hours? No this is unacceptable! I need to get to my meeting! I’ve already waited too long!” Mia screamed down the phone.

Amy had never seen Mia so agitated, she figured Mia had some sort of fear of tight spaces. Amy let herself have a brief smile knowing that Mia was human like the rest of them.

However as an hour passed without much progress, Amy started to get worried about Mia. She was sweating and pacing like crazy and even seemed to be twitching now and again.

“M-Mia it’s alright, we’ll be out of here soon. Just breathe.” Amy said calmly to her boss.

“Oh shut up you twit, this is beyond your understanding, this body is expiring and I need a new one!” Mia snapped back. She looked at her watch and fear etched her face.

“Oh fucking screw it, you’ll do.” Mia said and surely lunged at Amy who was too quick to react. Mia grabbed Amy’s face in her hands and planted her lips on her lowly employee’s.

Amy’s eyes went wide as she felt something slither from Mia’s mouth to her own and down her throat. Mia’s body went limp and collapsed to the ground. As it hit the ground it immediately turned to dust, leaving Amy to wonder what the hell just happened.

“Ugh I can’t believe I had to take your pathetic body.” Said a voice that sounded like it was coming from inside Amy’s head. It was a deep ethereal voice that sent shivers down her spine.

“W-who said that?” Amy nervously asked.

“Not that it matters but I have gone by many names. Abyzou, Hecate, Morrigan, and most recently, as you can see, Mia but you can call me Lilith, all others will call us Aimee, once I improve you of course.” The voice said with a cackle.

Before Amy could ask a follow up question, she doubled over in pain. Putting her hands on the glass mirrors of the elevator to steady herself, she watched as her nails grew long and sharp, like wicked talons.

Radiating down from there her pale skin turned sun kissed, as if she never spent a day in the office. The tan ran up her arms, making them tingle in pleasure in the process. Her body began to change as the tan ran down her figure. Every inch that it touched she felt a warm sensation that came also with a tightening of skin or modification of fat. Her boobs for instance once a meagre B cup ballooned out into an impressive pair of double d’s.

“Mmmm yesss this never gets old. This feels so fucking good doesn’t it Amy?” Lilith purred in Amy’s head. Amy wanted to plead with her to stop whatever magic she was doing but to her shame she found her pussy getting increasingly wet. It helped that it too changed, becoming tighter and more sensitive.

Staring at her shifting face, she watched as her lips grew into a bitchy pout, her hair became incredibly sleek and straight, and smoky makeup appeared on her eyes. It was now a face that commanded authority, a stern but sexy facade that would have others eating out of the palm of her hand either out of fear or of lust.

“I was going to take Kali’s body but now I’m glad I took yours. It’s been decades since I transformed Mia from the worthless house wife she was into a bitchy and powerful CEO, I forgot how much pleasure it gives me to turn a goodie goodie nobody into a wicked whore. Kali was too like me already but now I can’t wait to make that split bow down and lick our pussy.” Lilith said but this time the voice was starting to change. It was starting to sound eerily like Amy’s.

Amy for her part was feeling increasingly calm about the apparent devouring of her soul and merge with Lilith. As the seconds ticked by her mind was filled with wicked memories of Lilith through the centuries. She had been a witch, a queen, a faux goddess, a homewrecker, a trophy wife, a queenpin, and everything in between. The one constant was she was always in charge. For Amy, as someone who always took a backseat the idea of being on top scratched an itch she never knew she had.

“Oh god! Yessss! Kali will be our little simping slut! Change us more! Make us a hawt fucking bitch! Merge us into one!” Amy moaned loudly as she felt her new bigger tits with her perfectly manicured hands as the magic worked its way to her ass flairing it out. Her stomach crunched as it became slimmer and body toned all over to give her a delightfully flexible and athletic body.

Finally her demure gray work clothes became darker, tighter, and more revealing as they clung to her new body. Her pants hugged her legs as they became intimating leather and 6 inch heels sprang out of her flats lifting her to new heights. As the changes reached their apex, her eyes rolled back into her head as the two minds merged into one new evil persona.

“Mmmm much better. It was about time there was for a change in management.” Amy smirked to herself. As if on cue the elevator shunted to life again and finished its descent to the bottom. Amy picked up Mia’s left over purse and phone beside the pile of dust and took out lipstick from the bag.

Amy just finished applying a shade when the door dinger open and two sweaty maintenance workers stood there. Amy enjoyed their lingering looks at her ass as she capped the lipstick and put it back into her bag. She brushed past their stunned looks.

“Sorry miss but where is the CEO? She called us in a panic.” One blurted out. Stopping in her tracks Amy turned her head back to them.

“That’s me. I’m Aimee, the CEO of this company and if you so if you don’t want to lose your job I suggest you clean up that pile of first that’s in there immediately.” Aimee snarled back at them. The two men quickly jumped to attention.

Aimee however had already forgotten about them, she had her sights on a gorgeous woman sitting in the lobby looking anxiously around. Approaching Kali with all the menace of a predatory lioness, Aimee snuck up on her new lowly employee.

“Kali, what time do you call this?” Aimee said angrily. Kali looked up at was stunned to see who the voice belonged to.

“Amy? You look… wow. I’m waiting for Mia, she wanted to discuss something with me.” Kali said somewhat flabbergasted.

“Mia is no longer your concern. She has put me in charge and my first order of business is to hire you as my assistant. Follow me.” Aimee said strutting off back to the elevator where the men were finishing up. Aimee stood at the elevator door and beckoned Kali in.

“I- I don’t understand, I thought I was getting a promotion or something.” Kali said but Aimee just stared at her without saying a word. Kali felt the new bitch’s eyes burrow deep into her soul and she felt compelled to get into the elevator.

Aimee pressed the button for the executive suite and the doors shut sealing them in. Only once they were alone did Aimee finally speak again.

“This is a promotion, you get to taste the pussy of a goddess from now on. You’re going to be the executive simp. So kneel down like a good little slut.” Aimee said as she towered over Kali.

[vaporwavedoggie]

Amethyst

A Peri x Irep short story

So help me Jesus I got back into writing fanfiction

"Hey.. are you willing to meet up and talk?"

The text from his oh so wonderful on and off again boyfriend lit up the screen. Peri sighed and rolled over in his bed. It was 2am, Dev had been asleep for hours at this point. They had been on a break for a few months at this point, and he was actively avoiding every text he's gotten from him. He already knew why he tried to take his god kid, as some way to get back at him for ignoring him. Peri didn't know whether or not he wanted to continue with this relationship. So much fighting. It seemed like they were on opposite sides of the universe considering.. they were opposites.

"Peri? I know you probably won't respond but.."

The notification popped up at the top of his phone. He knew it was most likely going to be some long-winded rant he's sending him at the dead of night because he can't sleep and he's on his mind. But to be honest.. he was on Peri's mind too. He thought to himself 'eh.. no harm in looking I guess' and tapped on the notification.

"Peri? I know you probably won't respond but.. it's been awhile. I miss you and I want to catch up. So much has happened since we've been apart and I want to see how you're doing. Sorry I'm rambling, I probably sound stupid, but I promise you I'm not trying to get back with you I'd just like to catch up."

Peri sat up and ran a hand through his hair, playing with one of his curls. He was debating whether or not to take Irep up on his offer. Whether or not it'd be worth it to have all the pain from their break come up again, whether or not it would just lead to another fight.. he sat there staring at the wall for a good 5 minutes, deep in thought before he picked his phone back up.

"Alright, we can meet up, but it'll have to be now since the kiddo's asleep and I don't have any free time when he's not."

He tapped the message quickly, sent it, then shut off the screen. He flipped his phone over in his hand a few times, then less than a minute later, he got a response.

"That works :) I kind of figured, which is why I texted you now. You've always been a late sleeper.. anyways, meet up at our usual place?"

'Always been a late sleeper? Ha! As if he doesn't stay up until 6am..' Peri thought to himself. He quickly tapped out another message.

"Sure. Give me a few to get ready and I'll be there :P"

Peri got up out of bed and stretched, popping his back. He grabbed his wand off his bedside table and poofed out of his pajamas and into his usual outfit. Figuring he was going to be up the rest of the night, he also poofed himself up an energy drink and chugged it. His stomach hurt a bit from it, but he was too anxious to really care. Lifting up his wand, he then went off to their usual meet up space, which was a small park somewhere in Fairy World. One where they spent the most time at as kids.

Once he got there, he shot Irep a quick text saying he was there, and went to sit on the swings. No one was around since it was so late, so he decided to swing for a bit. Despite being in his 20's, he still very much enjoyed it but couldn't do it around the other fairies without being stared at. He then heard some laughter behind him.

"God, you're such a child!" He immediately recognized Irep's voice and slowly came to a stop. Without even turning to look at him he said "You're one to talk!! I know for a fact you do this too!"

Irep took the swing next to him and chuckled to himself as he sat down. "Well yeah, reminds me of when we were kids.. when things were a lot more uh.. hopeful."

Peri looked at him and smiled. "Eh, I'd say things are still pretty hopeful now. I'm a god parent now! Never thought I'd get my license, haha.."

"Yeah.. I wanted to talk to you about that. I thought you didn't want any god kids?" Irep raised an eyebrow.

"Well.. it's a job, and I figured why not. It seems to be fulfilling, well at least, it was to my parents. And hell, we even exist because of one of my parents god kids!"

"Yeah.. though I worry. He seems a bit.. tough. And from what I've heard, you two argue about as much as we did in high school."

Peri smirked. "Heh.. yeah. He's a little tough, has a lot of daddy issues. But you seemed to get through to him fine. It's just.. I don't know what I'm doing wrong man. I'm trying my best with this kid and it's like.. nothing I ever do is good enough for him."

"Eh.. honestly I could do the thing where I over analyze everything but I know you hate that so I'll save it."

"Actually, it might be useful right now, so shoot."

"Hm.." Irep kicked his feet in the woodchips underneath him, thinking for a moment. "You seem to expect everything to come to you so easily, and have little patience for when it doesn't."

Peri crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Ever since I've met you, if you can't do it right the first time, you either.. burn out or give up. You also get.. really angry at yourself, turn inward, and become bitter. You lose patience very easily when this happens."

"Why do you think that could be?"

"Well, a number of reasons.. we've talked about the issues we've had with our parents before. How yours nearly suffocate you with praise and affection to the point where you avoid them and wouldn't even tell them you got a god kid until they found out themselves. You were the first fairy baby born in a millenia, and I hate to say it but because of that you were spoiled rotten. Your parents were over protective of you because of their own mommy and daddy issues, so they tried to make up for what they didn't have by giving it to you, but.. they did too much. And because of that you burn out very easily and it drives you up the wall when it even looks like you're slightly failing. You're an overachiever and expect only good things to happen to you when.. that's just not how life works."

"Hm.. guess you're right.."

"Life is a constant rollercoaster of emotions. You can't just expect only the good to happen to you, you also have to expect the bad as well. Not saying to prepare for the bad or get yourself too anxious by trying to fix things before they're broken, but you know.. accept that good things don't happen all the time. Life has its struggles. That's part of it. And from what I gathered, being a god parent requires a LOT of patience, which is something you don't have a lot of, and self forgiveness, which is something you barely do. I mean, you still hold on to mistakes you made way back in spellementary school!"

"Eh, true. How are you able to gather this much from me?"

Irep chuckled a bit. "You act as if I hadn't been by your side since we were babies. As if I hadn't noticed every small detail about you, like.. how your eyes sparkle just right in the moonlight. It looks like amethyst."

Peri shoved Irep. "Quit being mushy! We're still on break. Plus.. you act as if you don't have the exact same eyes as me."

"What can I say? We're both egotistical little shits, are you really surprised we fell in love in the first place?"

"Hah.. nah.. god, remember how pissed our parents were when they found out we were hooking up behind their back? They tried so hard to keep us apart. 'Anti fairies and fairies should never be together, especially when they are exact opposites of each other, da rules, blah blah blah'."

"Yeah! And then your mom walked in on us and threw anything she could get her hands on at me? Good times."

"Psh, yeah.. we were dumb teenagers, what can I say. And I guess the only difference is a few years. Now we're dumb adults."

They both laughed a bit, and Peri looked down at his feet.

"..I still love you, you know. Even if you decide to break things off with me permanently, I always will."

"Oh, you're always such the romantic! I'm swooning." Peri chuckled and Irep looked into his eyes.

"No, but.. I'm being serious. My biggest regret in our relationship is.. smothering you like your parents did. I didn't realize I was doing it, I.. you're the only one that's ever showed me love. You know how my folks are, wasn't raised in the most loving family so.. I tried to overcompensate by trying to return all the love you made me feel."

"I know, Irep, I know. But.. I don't know, im just so confused. I don't know what I want to do, who I want to be, so I'm trying to figure that all out now."

"Heh, is that why you got a license and took on a god kid?"

"Eh, part of it.. I wanted to see if it would suit me. Besides maybe I'll learn how to be patient from this. Maybe the kid will give me challenges I'm not used to and help.. balance me out. I don't know. I know I shouldn't expect other people to fix me, let alone a kid, but how do I even begin to fix myself when I don't know where to start?"

"Take baby steps. Try different things and see how it works. You're doing good by getting out of your comfort zone now, but you need to remember to be patient and forgive yourself for any mistakes you've made."

"Yeah but.. that's a lot easier said than done. How do I even begin to learn patience and self forgiveness? Where do I even start?"

"Hm.. that's something you'll have to figure out on your own. I know the best way to do it is experiencing hardship period, and I can already see with Dev you will. Biggest thing to remember is he's a kid. He will fuck up. He will make mistakes. There are times where he'll be mean to you, say hurtful things, and get under your skin. But you CAN NOT take it personally. You have to keep in mind he's still a growing human. You've seen how messed up the human world is, imagine going through what they go through with absolutely no magic at all. Sure we had puberty and all that shit but at least the magic made it a bit easier and a hell of a lot more fun."

"True.. I just end up getting so frustrated with him I want to rip my hair out! And you know how much I love my hair! But, I don't know.. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I'm going into this blind aside from what I was taught in the classes. I'm too afraid to go to my parents for advice because they'll just be like 'oh you're doing great just keep doing what you're doing'! I swear, I've always appreciated how you can be blunt and honest about things, it's something I really look up to about you. As annoying as it gets when I don't ask for it.. it is helpful. So thank you."

"Always."

Peri got up and stretched. "You know, Irep. I do miss spending time with you like this.. like our late night talks."

Irep's eyes lit up. "We can do them more often, if you'd like!"

"Hm, maybe. I just have some.. personal feelings to work through before I'm ready for us to see each other regularly again."

"..Yeah. I get that. But until then, I'll be here when you are ready."

"Hah, yeah.. it's getting late. Or I guess I should say, early. The kid will be up in a few hours and I gotta go be a parent.. but before I go.." Peri stood in front of Irep and held his hand out to him. He took Peri's hand, and he pulled Irep up, close to his chest.

"Oh and hey.. didn't get a chance to tell you this, but I love you too. I don't wanna give up on us yet, I just need.."

"Time?"

"Yeah. But before I go, I want to give you something." And before Irep could answer, Peri pressed his lips against his, then broke away from him and put his head on Irep's chest.

"You know, your eyes do a sparkly thing too when I kiss you but I don't have any other purple shiny things to compare them to."

"Hah.. you're a goof. But look at you being all romantic. And you called me mushy!"

"Shhhh." Peri pulled out of the embrace. "Anyways.. I'm going to spend the next few hours scrolling through my phone. Uh.. I'll try to text you when my brain isn't acting stupid."

Irep smiled. "Of course. Take your time, don't push yourself, and again.. I love you."

Peri smiled back. "I love you too." And with that, he lifted his wand and poofed back home.

He flopped down in bed, immediately poofing back into his pajamas and pulling up his phone. He was compelled to look back at old photos of the two before he went back to scrolling mindlessly on social media.

God he wish he could figure his shit out quicker, but like Irep said, he needs to learn to be patient. So maybe this is a good test for him.

[rafeysbambi]

bambi

part vi

summary:

kind, sweet and the definition of innocent, obsessed with pink, bows and all animals but especially deers. y/n has barely held a boys hand let alone been kissed until rafe cameron lays eyes on her

a/n:

hai, hope u all had a good christmas n happy new year !!!!! it is mi birthday tomorrow so very excited n very busy couple of days but hope u enjoy next chapter is date time finally kissy kissy face xoxo

the flowers rafe got you sat on your bedside table. you woke up to them and immediately couldn’t contain your smile. you were going on a date today, your first ever date. there was just one problem, your father.

you made your way downstairs to his study where he was sat reading over some files, drinking his morning coffee. “morning daddy” you say, placing a kiss on his cheek. trying to butter him up while you figure out the best way to let him know rafe cameron had asked you out.

“good morning princess, have you got much planned for today?” he gave you a smile before turning his attention back to the report he was reading.

“well actually that’s what i came to talk to you about, you see daddy um rafe cameron asked me out on a date tonight.”

“did he now?” he put the paper down and moved the stack of files to the side as he turned his full attention to you.

“yes, tonight at 6:30.” you played with your fingers nervously waiting for him to respond. “he’s a really nice guy daddy, you would like him.”

“alright how about this, why don’t you tell the boy to come at 6 so i can have a little chat with him before.” he gave you a smile before taking a sip of his coffee.

“okay yes i will, thank you daddy.” you placed another kiss on his cheek before running up to your room to message rafe.

now that you had sorted out the issue of your father, you moved onto an even bigger issue, what you were going to wear.

you spent the rest of the day trying on the entirety of your wardrobe. soon enough it was 5 minutes to 6 o’clock and you were sat on your bed nervously. you heard a knock on the door. you raced downstairs, taking a final look at yourself in the mirror before opening the door to see rafe standing there. “hey princess” he smiled at you, handing you a bouquet of flowers.

“ah rafe cameron if it isn’t the man of the hour.” your father greets him shaking his hand. “come through son, y/n why don’t you go pop those flowers in some water while rafe and i have a little chat man to man.” before you can even say anything your father is leading him into his study, rafe looks back at you as you pout at him. 

rafe didn’t know what to think, he’d never had a talk with a girls father before nor had he ever really cared about a girl enough to go through the effort of it. he’d been on loads of dates before, but not like this. he was used to picking girls up in truck and taking them out for dinner and a drink if they were lucky and ending the night on the backseat of his car. yet with you, the thought never even crossed his mind. so much that without even realising it he hasn’t drunk once since he met you, hadn’t gone out to parties and god knows he couldn’t think about any other girl .

“take a seat son” your fathers voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “i just wanted to- well touch base with you rafe. you see my y/n is quite different from most girls her age and probably well i imagine different to most girls you’ve met. this date, tonight would be her first and to tell you the truth son, i’ve dreaded this day for a long time. i have my doubts that a guy will be able to treat her the way my little girl deserves. i expect the very best for her and if you’re going to be the one taking her out then i expect that from you. so i just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page and that your intentions towards her are pure.” he took a sip of water, his eyes never left rafe the entire time he spoke.

“yes i understand sir-“ rafe began to speak but before he could even finish his sentence, your father’s phone starting ringing, he turned it over to see his work was phoning him about some emergency.

“right well, i’m glad we had this little chat. unfortunately duty calls, why don’t you go back into the hall, i imagine y/n’s grown impatient.” rafe walked outside the study back to where you were sat sitting on the bottom of the staircase, your chin resting in the palm of your hand. he smirked looking down at you before speaking.

“you ready to go princess?”

[naomihatake]

In search of freedom (Ch. 4)

4. One step forward

Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5

⠀⠀⠀⠀She's been searching for freedom her entire life and everytime she thought it was laying right in front of her eyes, she was mistaken. She was running around the East Blue, seeking herself and her dreams, meeting people she never forgot. No matter how much she traveled, she could only catch a glimpse of peace before realizing everything would crumble at her feet.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Maybe it was destiny that brought her on that ship with three strangers — foolishly, that's what she tried to believe when the moon shined beautifully and hope settled in her chest, squeezed by the same ribcage where feelings were blooming.

Pairing: female!reader x OPLA Zoro Roronoa

Warnings for this chapter: fluff, some angst, alcohol

Word count: 3.8k

Theme song: fic spotify playlist (click on the link)

A/N: Tons of interactions between Zoro and reader. Not a long chapter, but I wanted to offer more insight about the reader's past and the relationship she has with her crewmates. I know they travel from Syrup village to Baratie in a day, but I wanted this exact scenario, so let's say it took a half a day longer ;) Not proofread yet.

The reader is referred to as "Witch" because I have no intentions of using "Y/N".

I'm open for comments and opinions! <3

They spent the rest of the day buying supplies for the journey. With no previous discussions, they all came to the conclusion that Nami would handle the berries, with some opinions from the witch who was used to always saving up money. 

The witch has loads of information and experience about the map of the stars above, so she decided to save Nami from a sleepless night. She already took a nap after they set sail a few hours before dawn, falling asleep after she laid down on the sofa in the cabin. She completely forgot about her wound, too tired to mind the pain at that time, as if she's got hit in the head again. 

Now, she was purposely ignoring the ache. She analyzed the stars for long enough to figure out where they were heading. From Zoro's perspective, the way she counted the stars and figured out the cardinal points was witchy. Realistically, he knew that Nami must've had the same way of figuring out how to sail during the night and not only her, but other sailors as well. 

The witch sat on the deck, her back resting against the mast, her head tilted back to gaze up at the stars. The wound stung and it was uncomfortable, but she didn't want to bother herself with cleaning it up. Also, she had no clue where some bandages might be, and she didn't have the energy to go around and ask about it. 

Meanwhile, Zoro knocked two times at Nami's door, opening it after receiving a sign he could enter. The navigator was sitting on one of the hanging beds in the room with some notes and maps in her lap. 

"Do you know where's some first aid kit?" Zoro asked. 

"Hm?" she raised her head at him, frowning. "Did you trip after drinking too much booze and got hurt?" 

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. 

"I didn't even drink today. Just tell me where it is." 

"Should note it down in the calendar," she scoffed with a smile. "There should be one in the chest over there," she pointed at it by tilting her head. 

In the corner of the room, under a small desk, was the chest she mentioned. He opened it and found what he was searching for. 

"Oh," he heard Nami whispering. 

When he looked at her from where he was crouching, she had a shit-eating grin on her face. 

"What?" 

He was absolutely clueless. The most oblivious man Nami has ever seen and, for the record, they were all oblivious as fuck. 

"Nothing," she smiled innocently. 

What is she up to? Zoro wondered. 

With the first aid kit box in his hand, he got out of the room and walked back to the deck, where the same woman stargazed. His hand was still resting on the hilt of his sword while he stomped on the wooden planks. She hasn't moved one inch, except for the gentle smile that tugged at her lips. 

The only source of light was a gas lamp on a barrel close to her and she glowed. He stopped in his tracks to gaze at her the same way she looked up at the sky and he realized quickly that his lungs stopped  functioning. 

I'll need some booze after this. 

He let the kit fall in her lap and he was surprised by the lack of discomfort she showed at his sudden appearance. Each time someone came from behind, he saw her step away or react in some kind of way, be it a grimace on her face or a sharp inhale. 

"What's this for?" 

"Take a guess," he shook his head. 

She was impossible. Did she do it intentionally? 

"Shit, I completely forgot about the bandana," her eyes widened in surprise. 

She undid the knot of said material as fast as she could, inhaling through her teeth at the sharp pain. 

Only then he noticed an unopened bottle of something — he hoped it would sting his throat — sitting to her other side. He sat cross legged and leaned in over her legs to wrap his fingers around the bottle, tugging with his teeth at the cork. 

"That was mine," he heard a faint voice complaining. 

"It was."

He hid the smirk threatening to show on his face by placing the bottle at his lips, taking some long gulps. The alcohol stung so pleasantly against his tongue and he anticipated a sense of calm once he'd drink enough. 

A restrained hiss got his attention. The witch's lips were knitted together and she tried to clean her wound with a wet cotton ball — it was alcohol, he guessed. After swallowing hard, she continued to tap the skin lightly. Her other hand was digging into her thigh, distracting her with another kind of ache. She was obviously concentrating, the reason why she didn't spit out smart remarks at him. 

Zoro sighed heavily and let the bottle down with a low thud. 

"Will you need stitches?"

"No," she muttered. 

If she wouldn't have been hurt, her face would've looked almost cute. 

Since when did he start thinking that way about people? It must be the booze. 

She seemed relieved when she finished. The next step was to apply some ointment, which was less troubling. 

Then, came the impossible task: wrapping her wound with one hand. Since her other upper arm was hurt, she couldn't do it any other way. The wheels before her eyes worked well enough — certainly, there were a few ways she could do that. 

It couldn't be that hard, right? 

The swordsman by her side achieved inhuman abilities, because telepathy wasn't something that happened naturally. She needed help dressing the wound. 

The real issue was will she ask for help? 

He didn't know exactly why he wanted to hear her say something. Anything. The smallest word leaving her lips would sound like a yes in his head and he would act accordingly with the alcohol swimming through his veins. 

It wasn't in his nature to be so calculated. Nonetheless, exceptions always existed. 

He didn't need to be proud about helping her. No, it was far from that. He had another kind of pride and it settled in the scabbards still holding his swords at his hip. Zoro wanted to see how far she'd go until she realized that asking for help wasn't a sin. 

"Um," her lips parted. 

"Give me the bandages."

He opened his hand for her to place the white material in it. 

"I wanted to say that you owe me a bottle of booze," she blinked up at him confused. 

He didn't wait for her to give him the bandages, instead, he took them by himself and positioned himself a bit closer. Suddenly, the alcohol seeping in his bones helped more than he guessed the first time he saw the bottle. 

Was he holding back his usual strength at that moment? There were no coherent thoughts in his head while he wrapped the white material around her upper arm as gentle as he was capable of. Zoro avoided grazing his fingertips over her skin, but it was impossible any other way, so he found himself in a weird stance: his hand would hold her arm still from time to time while he rolled the bandages. 

A cruel mistake was to look into her eyes, which he unfortunately did. The witch was also looking at him. Probably, he should be more grateful about the way her intense gaze didn't falter when it met his own, even if it made his stomach tingle. 

He drank too much. Or too little. 

There was one way to find out and that would be taking another bottle to drown down his throat. 

He was never the one to look away first, be it an enemy or a friendly staring contest. However, he failed that time. 

There must've been some potion in that bottle. Otherwise, there was no explanation. 

"Thank you." 

It was the second time she thanked him in a day. The swordsman didn't see much in these things, but he was genuinely intrigued about the nature of his own gestures. As someone used to actions, questions sounded pointless in between his thoughts. Then, why did he suddenly ask instead of straight up finding out the answer? 

Why did he do these things without being asked to? 

"Sure," he let out softer than it was meant to be. 

He got up and headed to the galley to grab two more bottles of alcohol. 

There was a different feeling than the usual duty he felt about people. She didn't need his protection or help, she could perfectly do it all on her own. She skillfully tossed knives through the air and was awfully proud about her abilities, a confident smile on her face. 

Zoro never asked, but he guessed she was part of that world long before they appeared in her life. It wasn't possible to follow the rules of the sea unless you sailed before and she conquered the power of water itself. 

And the strength of his heart on top of that. 

"Zoro!" Luffy's enthusiastic voice beamed. "Let's learn the stars."

"What?" 

Wasn't that the reason why Nami and the witch were on that ship? They already knew a lot. 

"It's fun! I didn't know there were bears in the night sky!" 

"Of course there aren't bears in the sky!" Usopp commented. 

"They're just constellations, Luffy," the woman chuckled. 

Both of them came to her like curious owls with big eyes, begging her to show them some stars; now, all of them sat on the deck. Of course their supposed captain would learn about anything only to forget half of it the next minute, but the intention mattered, right? 

She didn't expect the swordsman to accept Luffy's invitation, but he did so, sitting in the same place he did a minute ago. Only the booze would determine whether or not he'd have enough patience to concentrate. 

"Why is it called Ursa Major? Is there another one?" Usopp turned his head. 

"Yes: Ursa Minor," she pointed her index finger at the sky above. "The Ursa Major  is there, right? They look the same, but the other one is smaller."

The sky was filled with stars and there were so many of them, it was almost impossible to spot a specific one. They sparkled beautifully, as if they smiled back at the pirates eager to learn their names. 

"Where, where?" Luffy looked up, confused. 

The witch moved her hand to the side and pointed at another constellation. 

"Search for the same figure, but in smaller form."

"Fount it!" Luffy and Usopp exclaimed in unison. 

She let out another soft chuckle and the swordsman paid more attention to that lovely sound than the stars she mentioned. 

"See the tip of the bear's tail? That is its brightest star and it's called the North Star. Whenever you point towards the spot on the horizon directly below it, it means you're pointing north." 

Luffy's lips were opened in surprise while he looked at the sky. 

"So you're also a navigator!"

"Just because I'm better than Zoro at directions doesn't mean I'm a navigator," she joked lightly. 

"I think you're overdoing it," the swordsman huffed.

"That's why you were so late?!" 

Usopp was already cackling. 

"The mansion was in front of your eyes and you still decided to go the other way," she nudged at him. 

"I was just checking around," he muttered between gritted teeth. 

"You're so bad at lying, Zoro," Luffy teased him. 

Their captain and the sniper were laughing colorfully, until tears gathered on top of their lashes. The sound was accompanied by the same reaction coming from the witch, who was unaware of the palm she placed on Zoro's shoulder, while the other hand was holding onto her stomach. 

However, the swordsman was hyper aware about it. It warmed him up almost as pleasantly as the booze, but it was a foreign sensation settling into his stomach. Those gentle fingers that wielded knives and had been dirtied by blood touched him and he didn't have an ounce of will within to push her away. 

It's just a touch, what am I getting so worked up for? 

"We just need to find a musician and the crew is complete!" Luffy smiled brightly. 

The witch's hand dropped from Zoro's shoulder, gripping at one of the bottles he brought with him. 

"I can sing," she whispered as if it was meant to be only for herself. 

"I can dance!" Usopp grinned. "Guys, you have no idea how I was the star of countless parties! Captain, you have everyone you need right here." 

Before the Straw Hat could say anything, the witch opened her bottle. 

"With a guitar, Luffy, otherwise I won't start disturbing the fish in the sea," she let out a short sigh. 

"If we find a guitar at our next destination, do you promise to play the guitar?" 

The puppy eyes boring holes into her forehead couldn't be ignored so easily. Defeated, she nodded and took a long gulp from the bottle. 

"Great!" 

And with that, Luffy got to his feet, his chin tilted down to look at his friends. 

"Good luck with the night watch."

"I'll come to watch over you, Luffy," Usopp solemnly touched his heart. "Who knows when an enemy will sneak in. I need to be prepared and protect my friends!"

"So tonight we find out about your snoring habits," the swordsman arched his eyebrow. 

"I don't snore!" he frowned while he walked side by side with Luffy. 

"Good night, you two," the witch smiled in their direction. 

Zoro continued drinking from the bottle in his hand, the first one he picked up already empty, sitting by his side. The witch had far less resistance than him and none of them got some well deserved sleep in the last two days. He acknowledged the proximity between him and the woman sitting at his right, but annoyance crawled up his throat — why he wanted to be near her was beyond him. 

"For how long have you been on a ship?" he wondered out loud.

"Is it obvious it's not my first time?" 

They turned towards each other at the same time, locking gazes the same way they did when he bandaged her wound. At least that time there was a plausible and logical reason — one he created on the spot. The second time it happened, he was just pulled towards her like a magnet. 

And maybe they were not exactly opposites nor each other's mirror, but they always found themselves in the presence of the other. 

"This can't be your first journey on the sea," he shrugged. "You're not scared at all."

"Did you just imply that I'm scared of water?" she cocked an eyebrow at him. 

"Then are you scared of land? You were damn anxious back in Syrup Village." 

The witch crossed her arms under her chest in a defensive manner. 

"It was my intuition." 

"You were losing your shit."

His teasing comment received a wide-eyed stare from her. 

"That's not true." 

Her lips were pulled in a thin line right after and she averted her eyes, looking back at the stars. She was searching for the right words to tell him lame stories she was fond of. 

"I'm used to sailing, yeah. Was part of a crew for almost two years and then left because I couldn't find my place there. It was my father's crew."

"So it runs in the family."

"Kind of," a sour smile creeped on her lips. "My mother hated pirates. How come she married one? He didn't become a pirate until years later." 

After another long glance towards a constellation she just noticed, she brought the bottle to her lips and gulped down until half of the bottle was gone. The memories flowing back always left a bad taste in her mouth, a sensation she wanted to fight against with some more alcohol. 

"And you are a pirate."

The conclusion was obvious. 

"I don't think I have to say it out loud, do I?" 

The sad smile on her lips didn't falter. The spoken admission that her mother hated her guts for choosing the same life as her father would've hurt more than the silence that spoke for itself. Memories sucked her into the past like a water vortex in the middle of the sea. 

"What do you mean by 'I'm leaving in the morning?" her mother had furrowed her eyebrows at her. 

The tension could've been cut through with the knife resting against the young girl's hip. She resembled her father too well: they walked the same, they had the same gaze and far too similar weapons. 

Before her mother's eyes wasn't standing a daughter anymore, but a pirate, monsters she hated from the bottom of her heart. Cruel, ruthless, merciless monsters with no hearts. People with egos bigger than their bounties and strength that could wipe away entire islands. 

Demons. 

Her daughter has become a demon. 

"You're talking after your monster of a father," her mother spat out after slapping the table with her palm. 

"We both know he was more humane than you."

"Where did you learn such words from, girl?!"

"You."

The witch was still standing in front of the door with a bag hung over her right shoulder. A merely sixteen years old with fire burning in her irises. 

"He's a criminal and a thief on top of it! A liar! A betrayer!" the woman's voice rose higher, threatening to break glass. 

"Maybe you didn't agree with his living style, but he's never done anything to us! The sea is a battlefield, it's kill or get—"

"I've heard that excuse coming from him countless times, I don't need you to quote that man!"

"If he is just 'a man' for you, just know that he was always more of a father for me than you were a mother."

A sharp sound bounced off the walls and the young witch's cheek stung after the woman's hand flew across her face. Her head turned to the side, but no whimper left her lips. 

"I dare you to say that again. As if you didn't live under my rooftop ever since he became a pirate — a monster." 

The young girl used to be bold even at that time. Her left cheek ached painfully, but it didn't stop the fire from burning. No, it was like pouring gasoline over it, thinking it would stop. 

She turned her head towards her mother and rolled her shoulders back, eyes boring holes into her forehead. 

"He was a better father than you were a mother." 

A stable voice and clear words filled with venom to the brim. She didn't falter, nails digging into her palms as she tried to contain her anger — her hatred. 

"Is that what you wanted to hear? You lack self awareness, mom. You seem to forget about the times when you'd tell me I'll become a failure just like him. You intentionally brush aside the speeches you gave me about how no matter what I wish for, I have to just suck it up and accept the fact that all I will ever be is an obedient girl. I'm not obedient and I'm not a girl — I'm a pirate. No one on the sea cares whether or not I'm a woman."

"These are fairy tales for children! You won't be able to survive for longer than a day. You will come back crawling at me and I'll remind you who was right!" 

"See? Exactly what I was saying. You're just proving my points and yet you cease to realize. Everytime you hit me, everytime you degrade me, every single time when you want to show me you have power over me — all of these are pointless."

A reckless teenager grasping for the first time at the notion of freedom after mourning her deceased father for five days. A flame learning how to burn. 

She made one step closer, the furrow between her eyebrows deepening. 

"Kill me. You've always craved seeing my father dead, didn't you? Why don't you kill me too? Wouldn't that make you happy? I bet it would, since you always acted like it."

Words could hurt and she learnt it from her mother, it seemed like. She's never heard someone use words like she wielded knives better than that woman and that time it backfired. 

Before she even realized it, the bottle her fingers gripped at was almost empty, making it easier for tears to gather in the corners of her eyes. She's been silent for so long and Zoro glanced at her from his peripheral. 

"And him?"

"Been dead for three years. I became a part of his crew right after. It didn't make any sense to continue living in my hometown any longer. They're like a shadow ship — they refused to give the title of Captain to someone else, even if technically the one in command now is the Vice Captain. Whenever they need to make a decision, they think of what their deceased Captain would've done."

The swordsman by her side crossed his arm over his chest and grinned. 

"That's one hell of a loyal crew."

They were my family, even if they would drink late in the night and have awful cooking skills. They would laugh and offer me advice, they taught me what a pirate's pride is about. 

"You still seem regretful."

The witch turned her head towards Zoro and he swore he'd never seen so many emotions flowing in those beautiful eyes of hers. They glowed with golden sparkles hence the gas lamp. There laid honesty and fierceness, a human who turned against its nature and decided to go further. 

"I never regretted leaving. I don't regret any of it. Maybe there were things I shouldn't have said or done. I could've been kinder, less revengeful. If I am to be honest, despite being aware of the consequences and effects of my actions, I don't regret it. It can't be undone and there's no place for apologies when I meant what I said." 

"The crew scolded you."

It wasn't a question, but a statement. Obviously, the crew was formed by men and a few women past twenty. They had more life experience than her. 

"A little bit. They were, indeed, more mature than me," her head turned towards the horizon again. 

Vague and cryptic answers, harder to decipher than Poneglyphs. However, Zoro wasn't an archeologist and he didn't ask for more than she was able to share, which made her shoulder relax. The witch didn't even notice when she tensed up. 

He stretched out his legs from their crossed position and leaned better against the barrel. It seemed like the pirate hunter didn't have any intention of leaving the deck. 

Their shoulders remained close and none of them moved closer or farther away. Both of them were content with burning a little more before admitting the truth even to themselves. 

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[breadstyx]

I'm working on a website for a comic (those who know, know) and it gives me a good opportunity to talk about the modern web innovation that's #1 most reviled on here: webp.

I was working on image quality. See, the author made the pictures high-quality, and since they're hand-drawn it's absolutely worth it — but it means we're talking ~2500x1100px PNGs. Which means ~2-3MB per picture.

Since on the actual website they'll be displayed at 1000px width, smart old me figured a pretty quick fix to save on readers' bandwidth would be to reduce the image size to 1000px width (after all, that's over 5x smaller than the original!).

The issue though: quality surprisingly suffered. Specifically there was a notable impact to the text (but also the colours and texture, if you look closely).

So I started wondering how exactly one could get a cleaner output from my image downsizing.

Which I spent the next 5 hours trying to crack. Turns out it's not easy.

On the other hand, there is another approach: simply finding a better way to store the image. On JPEGs and PNGs you can play with various compression settings which might help you reduce that file size without compromising quality (I tried a bunch, no dice!), but you could also switch to another format. For example, you might consider webp.

Here's what it brings to the table.

"-original" files are the HD originals, "-large" files are the blurry resized ones, "-optimized" are the webp ones.

They are 13-15 times lighter at the same size. This makes them even lighter than the 1000px-wide ones. (2 to 3 times lighter! despite being 5x bigger! that's insane!)

And the output:

I couldn't tell you which capture I took from which version.

And like, damn, that's p cool.

[brownsugarwrites]

Can't get enough.

continuation of superstar (read first!) ❥ warnings: smut. fluff. angst. slow burn. spanking as a use of punishment. crying. hair pulling. oral (m receiving). alcohol. reader is tipsy but is still consenting. sub!reader. yearner johnny.

❥ wc: 3.9k (😵‍💫)

❥ an: wow. this is a doozy. took me about a week and a half to write this but I can say this is best thing I’ve written in my hobby as a writer. special shoutouts to @lxnarphase & @dejwrld this is also dedicated to them. enjoy 🤍

Groaning softly as the sun poured into his eyes waking him up before turning over to see you not by his side. It was only 7:30 am when did you leave?

“Maybe she just downstairs,” he thought hoping you were there

Putting on a pair of pants he swiftly went downstairs to the living room to see you were there. Starting to break a sweat he checked every part of his house to see if there were any signs of you.

There wasn't.

You had left in the early hours without even leaving a note. Taking out his phone he quickly dialed your number to contact you. 

Your sweet voice rang in his ear as your voicemail message played

Calling you 5 times over you kept sending him straight to voicemail obviously not wanting to talk. Rolling his eyes he texted you back to back asking why you were ignoring him, and why you left. He was worried he had done something wrong. Maybe he was too rough or mean during sex or just maybe you didn't want this as much as he did.

Sitting on your L-shaped couch you looked out our balcony window to see the waves crashing into the shore as your TV played in the background. Hearing your phone ping constantly you saw a stream of messages coming from Johnny himself asking why you left and why you weren't answering the phone.

Putting his notifications mute you threw your phone to the other side of the couch and put your head face first into the decorative pillow.

“And she left without any notice? Wow, she pulled a you on you” Kenshi said before sipping his whisky.

“Now is not the time for jokes. I've been blowing up her phone for the past two weeks” he exclaimed pacing around his front room

His best friend watched as he continued to mumble to himself and tap on his phone to see if there was any trace of you on social media.

“Honestly Johnny, why do you think she's ignoring you right now?” Kenshi asked curiously

“I dont know! That's what I'm trying to figure out jackass.” he grunted plopping down on the loveseat “I took her out for drinks to celebrate and then we came back and had sex. She was ok with all of it. At least I think”

“Maybe she's just overwhelmed that she had sex with her cast mate. I just think she needs time to come around.” 

“I gave her two weeks-”

“Two weeks of blowing up her phone. I'm surprised she didn't block you” Kenshi responded rolling his eyes before setting his glass down. “Look… give her space. She's not gonna talk to you if you keep pestering her.” 

Sighing deeply Johnny ran his hand over his face defeated before giving a small “ok” 

Later that night E! News poured out of his surround sound speakers as he mindlessly scrolled on his phone getting ready for his first round of interviews for the upcoming movie. But, he was stopped in his scrolling when he saw you pop up on his screen.

Your bronze skin was illuminated by an artificial light as you smiled getting your hair combed and set by your hairstylist. 

Even though you spent most of your life in front of the camera you can't help but be a little shy sometimes, especially for social media. He thinks it's the cutest thing when you give that side smile before giggling a bit.

Watching you on a loop he quickly snapped out of his neverending gaze and shut his phone off before running his hands through his hair cursing to himself.

“So yeah, after that whole ordeal, I got up and left,” you told your nail tech who happened to be your best friend as well

“So, you fuck your costar get scared then leave”

“I wouldn't say I got scared but-”

“But what? Girl, you literally have this man on his hands and knees and you're not taking advantage of that,” she responded taking a break from filing your nails

Chewing the inside of your cheek you were annoyed to admit that she was right.

“I just feel like we crossed a very thin line between coworkers” you contested

Rolling her eyes she let your hand go and set down all of her materials.

“You know what I think? He always liked you and finally got his chance once you two were working on that movie. That thin line was gone as soon as you stepped into that board room. And I think you like him too.” she responded

Silence filled the air as ‘Go Gina’ by Sza softly played through the speakers. Your mind went blank as she admitted the truth you secretly lived in.

Maybe you did like him. Maybe you were scared of the next steps in the relationship the two of you created. 

There was no maybe. This was definite. You hated to admit your best friend was right. 

Moving your hair out of your face your nails clicked away as you scrolled on Twitter to see all the red carpet looks for the night.

Like always, you were late. You sat in the back of the blacked-out truck on the way to the theater where the award show was being held. You hoped that you were still able to catch the red carpet and have a chance to take pictures.

Looking up from your phone you realized you were close to the venue and prepared to exit the car. Coming to a halt, your door was quickly opened by security and you were met with a quick flash. 

Stepping out of the vehicle with the help of security you raised your head moving your hair out of your face before waving to the fans in the crowd. Reminding yourself to give quick autographs before making your way to the main red carpet area.

As you posed many calls of your name of your name could be heard throughout. As the sound of your name filled the room his ears perked up and quickly turned to the other end of the carpet.

Standing stunned on the other end Johnny stared at your angelic state. The champagne dewdrop dress adorned your body perfectly as you posed for the cameras.

Your bronze skin glowed under the lights as the body waves draped over your shoulder graced by a diamond headpiece. 

As you walked forward he watched as you mingled amongst the other actors and gave out hugs with your dazzling smile. 

“Are you gonna talk to her or sit here and drool all over the floor?” Kenshi said snapping him out of his mind

“No, she's busy right now I would hate to interrupt her” 

Side eyeing his friend he was astonished at who stood beside him. Thee Johnny Cage who is flamboyant in anything that he does. The one who doesn't care if he stops in the middle of an interview to talk to a friend. He was whipped for you and didn't realize it. 

Still staring at you he felt as if time slowed as the two of you locked eyes with each other. He watched as your eyes widened slightly revealing your brown irises before sending a teasing wink. Your head quickly snapped back to the group of ladies you were talking to currently.

Before he could walk over he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“It's time to go over the details for you announcing tonight's winner Mr.Cage,” one of the production assistants said before guiding him to the production area

“I curious to know who will announce this award with me tonight?” he inquired

“Hmmm as of now no one Mr.Cage.” 

“Is it possible for me to request a partner?” 

As you walked towards your seat you saw someone approach you rather quickly 

“I'm so sorry this is last minute but we need you to present an award tonight.” 

You felt your nose scrunch up in confusion. You weren't notified of this months ago when people started finding out they were chosen to present. 

“I think this is a mistake. I wasn't notified of this” You smiled gently but were still confused about what the change was about

“I know and I apologize but you will just read off the teleprompter then the envelope. It is rather easy” She assured you eyes shining with enthusiasm 

Reluctantly agreeing to this you were escorted to your seat as the show began. 

You watched as the nominees won their awards and the few musical guests who were there for the night. 

Soon you were called backstage to prepare to present the award. As you waited patiently you heard two voices come backstage. Your head tilted slightly because you were under the impression you were presenting alone. Soon the voice started to become familiar. Feeling like a deer in headlights the two of you soon locked eyes before Johnny waved to you.

“Haven't seen you around sweetheart. You look stunning tonight” 

This was his plan all this time. He was getting annoyed with the cat-and-mouse game you were playing with him. It seemed like this was the only way to get to you without you running away

“This has to be a fucking joke,” you whispered to yourself 

“This was last minute as you may know. Is this ok?” the backstage crew asked.

As you nodded your head the PA disappeared just before the cameras went back live. 

“Why are you ignoring me pretty girl?” he asked

Taking a deep breath you felt your stomach flip at the pet name. 

“We’re not talking about this right now.” 

“When will we be able to? I'm tired of chasing after you sweetheart.” 

Feeling your face heat in embarrassment you quickly turned towards the stage to prepare to walk on the stage

Before words could fall out of his mouth the production assistant told you two that the show was coming back on as he placed the envelope in your hand. You heard Johnny tell you to take hold of his arm as you walked on stage. But before you could rebuttal you heard your names being called and quickly held onto his arm as you made your way to the mic.

Letting go of his arm Johnny began to speak from the teleprompter introducing the category being presented

“...Here are this year’s nominees” he finished before the lights fell for the video presenting all of the nominees played 

Once the video ended you leaned into the mic to announce the winner. As their name tumbled out of your mouth the crowd erupted into cheers as the two of you left the mic to stand on the left side of the stage.

Feeling a hand on your lower back you took a glance at Johnny with a confused face before turning back to stand in the assigned spot. 

As you watched the winner give their acceptance speech you felt Johhny’s hand move from your back to wrap around your waist 

“I'm serious we need to talk after this” he whispered in your ear

You tried to ignore the way your body went into flames at feeling him so close to you as you got a whiff of his cologne. Remaining resilient you gave a stern look before scoffing quietly and turned your attention back to the awardee. 

As the speech finished up you began to clap giving a small smile before getting escorted off stage.

Your heels furiously clacked on the floor as your name could be heard from down the hall. You went as fast as your heels could take you as you wanted to avoid all interaction with Johnny

“Slow down sweetheart please-” he started

“No! Stop following me” you spat

Lightly jogging toward you he caught up quickly before grabbing your arm 

“What do you want?” you asked 

“I want you to stop playing games with me. Not only did you get up and leave after what we did but you ignored me for weeks on end. I am tired of playing these childish games with you.”

You stood quietly trying to formulate your words to the best of your ability. He had a point. You couldn't rebuttal anything he was saying. You felt queasy. You didn't know he felt so strongly about this. You felt your nails dig into your palms as you looked up at him with no words

“Say something. Please” he whispered pushing you against the wall.

Closing your eyes you let out a shaky breath as his breath fanned over your neck placing soft but teasing kisses there causing a weak whine to escape from your mouth. 

“I know you feel the same angel just say something” he begged.

Your mind started to get hazy as you got overwhelmed feeling more kisses being placed on your neck eventually going down to your collarbone,

Becoming frustrated with your silence he swiftly grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you deeply. His free arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him. As he pulled away he watched as the small string of saliva connected to the two of you. 

Not getting the chance to look in your eyes you pulled away hastily and rushed down the hall to leave. Letting you leave he ran a hand over his face in frustration before going back to the award show.

On your ride home, you couldn't help but think about what he was saying. He did deserve an explanation. You hated you shut down the way that you did. 

But it was so hard for you to say what you wanted in fear of things not working out. Putting in all that effort just to end up heartbroken did make sense to you. It wasn't worth it. 

You got a text from a friend sending an address of where the after-party was being hosted. 

You swiftly changed your clothes and refreshed your perfume and makeup before heading to your car to leave for the night.

As you pulled up to the valet lane of the nightclub you exited the car and gave your keys to the valet driver.

The bass of the music blared through your ears as you tried to find your friend. Seeing a hand wave at you from the crowd you smiled as you made your way to the section she brought. Opening your arms to give out hugs you mingled amongst the crowd before being handed a shot. 

As the liquor flowed through your body you felt your body sway to the music holding your dress down as it threatened to rise. Hearing a “let's go dance!” from your friend before being dragged to the dance floor. 

Singing along to the Rihanna song that blasted through the speakers you grinded on your friend sensually enjoying the way the liquor made you feel loose.

Not caring about anything you didn't notice the way your friend's body was replaced with a firm build as they wrapped around your abdomen.

“Keep moving like that and I'm taking you home” a deep voice ringing in your ear

Freezing at the sound of Johnny’s voice you stopped your movements and tried to pull away. Holding you tighter he kissed your neck gently as you mewled softly 

"I'm not letting you go this time"

“I have to go to the bathroom” you quickly said before walking away feeling Johnny’s hand capture yours before you could get off the dance floor.

Standing outside of the women's bathroom door he waited patiently for you to come out. 

You stood against the door conflicted about what you wanted to do. Part of you wanted to leave again and the other wanted to hear him out and actually talk.

You were petrified. The liquor didn't help either. Taking a deep breath you peeked your head out and told him to come in. Making sure no one was looking he came in before you locked the door. 

“What's wrong?” 

“I wanna apologize. Ignoring you was wrong I was just…scared about what would happen between us.” you started before you got to rambling

Watching you blabber about your feelings made him smile slightly. Who knew drinking got you all sensitive like this?

Coming closer to you he cupped your face gently before kissing you passionately shutting you up.

Kissing him back you threw your arms around his neck and pushed yourself further into him. You felt him grab your waist as he set you on the sink counter before pulling away seeing a tear roll down your face

“‘M sorry” you whispered

“‘S ok pretty girl no need to cry. You didn't do anything wrong” he reassured you 

Kissing you again you moaned softly into his mouth scooting yourself closer off the sink gripping on his shirt. Feeling your body heat up at the way he rubbed soft circles on your hips you felt your panties start to stick to you 

“Please I need you bad” you whispered almost embarrassedly.

Hearing those words fall from your mouth he watched as you looked at him with soft but pleading eyes. He felt his pants get tighter at your declaration restraining himself from taking you in the nightclub bathroom.

Saying nothing he helped you down fixed your dress and pulled you out of the bathroom.

Luckily his apartment wasn't too far from where the nightclub was so it didn't take long to get to his place.

The air was tense on the ride up the elevator. As yall mouths moved with each other with each floor yall went up.

“God you’re so perfect” he admitted before kissing you again. 

He didn't expect his night to go like this but god was he grateful to have you in his arms.

Hearing the ding of the elevator the two of you stepped off before entering his apartment and holding you against the door.

Your hands found their way to his belt buckle as you started to rub up and down on his bulge. Groaning at your touch he aided you in rubbing his semi-hard on before pulling away. 

Guiding you to the couch he sat down spreading his legs before watching you drop down on your knees.

“You dont have to do this if you don't want to sweetheart” he assured you rubbing his hand over your hair and face

Telling him that it's fine you smile a little before pulling his pants down and watching as his dick popped out and tapped his abdomen slightly

You started to get intimidated by his size. Even though you’ve seen it before and it had been inside of you it was a little different trying to fit it in your mouth. 

Nonetheless, you took a deep breath before sighing and kissing along his tip hearing the way he grunted quietly as you continued kissing down his shaft before leaving a longer kiss at the base of his dick.

You gave it kitten licks before swallowing it and bobbing your head up and down. You knew your limits and you knew you couldn't take him fully but this seemed to be no problem for him as his toes curled feeling the way your cheeks hollowed to apply more pressure as he gripped your hair slightly trying not to mess it up too much. 

Mindlessly your hand drifted down between your legs to relieve yourself through your underwear as your moans sent vibrations down his shaft.

Becoming breathless he quickly pulled you off of him watching as a thin line of spit connected between your lips and his dick. Not missing the way you continued to pleasure yourself. Cursing under his breath he pulled you up on his lap before kissing you deeply. 

He was already becoming overwhelmed with you whining in his ear and grinding on top of his dick. 

Pulling down the straps of your dress he watched as your breast fell before taking your pierced nipple into his mouth and pinching the other one

Your eyes squeezed shut at the ministrations your hips moving hastily against him as your cries became louder. 

You were already becoming undone and it took nothing but a few long hard kisses, sucking him off, and playing with yourself. It was a sight to see.

“Can you play with your little clit again princess? I want you to cum just like this” he asked watching you nod slowly

Doing what he asked your hips faltered a bit as you began to give yourself long languid circles through your panties

“Fuck just like that princess. You’re so good with following directions” he praised kissing you on your temple.

“‘M so close, please can I cum?” you asked sweetly 

Giving you the green light you moaned loudly feeling your hips stutter as you came on top of him. Laying on his chest you tried your best to catch yourself not wanting to over-exert yourself. Feeling him pull your dress over your head you sat completely naked on top of him eyes fluttering.

Turning you on your stomach as you lay against his lap your eyes threatened to shut until you felt a harsh slap go across your ass cheek. Yelping from the sudden pain you cried in pain feeling tears prick in your eyes.

“I want you to count to 5 f’me ok?” He asked sweetly rubbing your stinging ass cheek

Giving a weak “ok” another harsh slap came down onto you as your sniffles became greater squeaking out a “2”

You felt yourself get wetter with every hit he gave as small tears ran down your face. As you counted the last slap your sniffles were uncontrollable as you lay limp against his lap

“That's for ignoring me for so long” he smiled repositioning you so that you laid your head on the expensive armrest with your ass up. All you heard was him undressing behind you as your crying decreased.

Coming behind you he kissed along your spine admiring the way the moonlight enhanced your skin and glowed like you were a goddess as he entered inside you watching you wither under him hearing you cry out his name

Giving you long and intentional strokes he pulled your hair gently bringing his lips to your neck and sucking on it feeling the way your throat hummed in satisfaction.

He watched your long pretty eyelashes flutter with every stroke he gave you as the tears ruined your gorgeous makeup. Your once glossed lips swollen from the consistent biting of them.

“Fuck you're so beautiful my superstar. I want you to be mine forever. Does that sound good t’you baby? I'll give you the sun the moon and the stars if you want. Anything to see you like this every night” he grunted close to releasing 

“‘S too much, s’close baby please” you whine, hands coming to your nipples to pinch and squeeze them.

“Don't have to ask sweet girl just cum for me I'm right here I got you”

At the proclamation of his words, you came undone as he felt you cream around his dick causing him to cum as well

“Shit, that's it. Thats my pretty girl keep cummin f’me superstar” he encouraged giving two more pumps before he turning you over littering kisses all over your face 

“M-my car,” you said hoarsely a little dazed trying to keep your eyes opened

“What about it baby?” He cooed watching you try to gather your thoughts

Telling him that you left it he assured you he would have someone pick it up and bring it here.

Silence fell upon the room as your ragged breaths became controlled as he continued to hold you in his arms.

“I meant what I said. I'd buy you the world knowing I have you right here by my side” 

Kissing him weakly you smiled 

“I'd like that.”

[prince-liest]

Wooo, the past two days have reminded me that I really enjoy medicine! It's just the emergency department that isn't for me, almost as if I chose family medicine for a reason, haha. (Also apparently our local ED is a shitshow. I wouldn't really know, as it's my only point of reference, and as far as I know most EDs in underserved areas are shitshows. At any rate, I lost a patient for 3 hours the other day because someone moved them without telling me and updated the chart incorrectly, and I hunted for them all around THRICE without finding them, and signed them out as Left During Treatment until someone finally called me like, "Heyyy... so did you send X to the pharmacy...?" and I was like, "They're STILL HERE???"... ANYWAY.......)

No matter what rotation we're currently on, the family medicine residents do 1.5 days of clinic a week, and half a day of didactics. ED shifts can't be interrupted, so mine are all lined up so that I have all of Tuesday in clinic, and Wednesday split between clinic/didactic. I've basically gotten only half a day off so far in the past two weeks due to the night shift schedule, but this litte two-day family medicine interlude has felt like a break in its own way, haha. Now that I'm getting a better hang of the EMR, clinic just feels very nice, and it's exactly what I want to be doing. And as part of our didactic, we spent a couple of hours today doing sports physicals for the nearby college, which was neat! Got free pizza after, too, eyy.

One small thing I really wish was standardized is that anybody on inpatient service and emergency medicine rotations had an official break, at least 30 minutes per shift (which is not a lot considering shifts are 8-10 hours for ED and 12 hours for inpatient service). Most other rotations (including even inpatient pediatrics) have an hour designated for lunch, but two of the most grueling ones don't, and what ends up happening is that even if my seniors have told me not to worry and to take a 30 minute lunch in the ED, I feel guilty doing it because everybody else is scarfing down a 10 minute sandwich at their computers while staring at the patient charts and I feel bad taking even 15 whole minutes because it's noticably 5 minutes longer than the EM resident took! And it's the same thing for my coresident that's currently on inpatient service. It's just a long time to go without a dedicated break and it's part of what makes those services exhausting.

Anyway, today and yesterday were both good and I have some things I'm sooo excited for! I got into contact with the new endocrinologist that works with our program because she does trans health care and we're going to start a trans health clinic together. The only real question, which my program director is going to be talking over with her, is figuring out how I can participate in that longitudinally, because unfortunately it doesn't count for my family medicine continuity clinic, and there are some rotations where the hour requirements apparently don't allow me so much as to take a half-day per month for a different service (lookin' at you, inpatient service - which is 6a-6p, 6 days a week, so they'd also be breaking duty hour restrictions if they put the clinic half day on one of my single weekly days off lol).

Regardless, we'll figure something out! I really, really want to do this and my PD is excited about it, so I think they will try to make something work. I'm kinda crossing my fingers that they do allow me to take one half-day per month for this even on inpatient service.

[delicatefury]

In the last 36 hours I-

Was told I needed to be early at my new job the next day to help the judge get ready for a zoom hearing.

At 8pm learned my niece has lice, again. (Someone in her class is in denial about having lice because this is the third time she’s caught them this school year).

Learned she’s been itchy for two weeks and just didn’t tell anyone

Found a friggin’ louse in my hair.

Ran into my younger sister and brother-in-law at Walgreens as she had also found evidence of lice in her hair.

Went through a full Nix treatment.

Spent 3+ hours at my younger sister and brother-in-law’s house so they could help comb my hair out. Most of that time was combing my hair for nits.

Watched the lice episodes of Schitt’s Creek and Bob’s Burgers while getting my hair combed out. and the parasite episode of Futurama because my sister nixed the South Park lice episode.

still had to strip my bed, treat it for lice, and figure out what I’m supposed to do about clothes for the next day when I got home.

Got to bed at 1 AM.

Overslept.

Learned I could use my clothes steamer to treat the clothes I wanted to wear and all my knitwear.

Had the power go out for 5-10 minutes. Terrified my travel clothes steamer was somehow to blame.

Skipped my workout so I could still take my dogs on their walk.

Learned the outage was the power company being stupid when I stopped by the coffee shop on the walk.

Made it to work barely before the girl who was supposed to show me how to get the judge’s computer set up for the hearing.

Found another living louse in my hair right before the end of the workday.

Learned my niece got the infestation from a slumber party over winter break.

Learned they make ivermectin shampoo.

Stopped from spending another $40 by older sister advising Nix killed majority, just need to keep combing with the nit comb for the rest of the week.

Spent two hours relentlessly doing laundry and vacuuming the places of the house I use the most.

Went to my sister’s house for another round of combing.

Saw many dead lice in the bowl of water used to clean the comb.

Realized the louse from earlier probably came from my work chair.

Got back home after only an hour.

Kept doing laundry.

accidentally let the cat escape. The dogs were useless in catching him this time. He dove right under the deck.

Took 20 minutes, a can of tuna, and a pack of Iams wet cat food to lure him back.

Got yelled at by my cat for forcing him to go inside and away from the great big freezing cold world he wanted to explore.

Had to give the bastard the wet food anyway because I accidentally ripped the foil when I snapped the two portions apart (see: spell of summon cat).

Gave the perfectly behaved little lady cat the other portion because she was a perfect little princess and did not cause me trouble today.

Gave the dogs the containers to lick because they were annoying and it was the only way to keep them from stealing the actual cat food.

I still have to replace the sheets on my bed and start one last load of laundry before I go to sleep. I love my niece, but I’m about ready to shave her head myself at this point.

[finest-galaxy]

Bullet With Butterfly Wings

The full playlist for this story can be found below:

1. Bullet With Butterfly Wings- Smashing Pumpkins

2. Kryptonite- 3 Doors Down

3. Scotty Doesn't Know- Lustra

4. Basket Case- Green Day

5. How the World Works- Bo Burnham

6. Crazy Bitch- Buckcherry

7. Killer Queen- Queen

8. Heart Shaped Box- Nirvana

9. Howlin' for You- The Black Keys

Be kind ya'll. This is the first fic I've written in fifteen years. Also, sorry the formatting is shit. I'm a computer illiterate Millennial.

The bird hadn’t answered his phone in four fucking days.

Not that Blitzo cared or anything. The stupid bird could do what he liked. No skin off his ass.

Only...he always answered Blitz’s texts. And he’d sent some quality horny memes. It was still a couple weeks out from the next full moon, but it never hurt to do a little pregaming. Plus, he knew Stolas would find them funny. This time, though, he hadn’t even sent so much as a “haha” or a fucking thumbs up.

The imp tapped his fingers against his bulky phone case, frowning. It was probably fine. He was probably just off on some royal bullshit, but it was still a little worrisome. The last time they’d seen each other, the avian horndog had seemed a bit more run down than usual. The sex had still been eventful, and he’d seemed to enjoy it, but it did seem like something was off. He hadn’t pushed and no details had been offered up. Now that he thought about it, Stolas hadn’t really talked much at all. Normally, he didn’t shut his beak the entire time Blitz was there.

“Fuck.”

Blitz: (10:41pm) Brd, answer ur phone.

Blitz: (10:47pm) Asshole. Just say if Via iz ther

Stolas: (10:55pm) No.

Blitz: (10:56pm) Gud. Be out side in 20

Stolas: (10:56pm) I’m not in the mood, Blitz. I would prefer to be alone. Thank you for offering, though.

Blitz: (11:06pm) 2 bad. 10 mins

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Stolas pulled his sweater tighter around himself. He was perched on the bottom step of the palace, waiting to kindly tell Blitz to go back home. He’d had a truly awful few days, and for once he wasn’t feeling up to whatever sexual experience the imp was planning. Stella had spent most of the week silently stalking around the palace, setting his nerves on end. His awful brother in law had joined her for hours on end, and it had felt like the two of them were plotting something awful. It was probably nothing, but it had ensured that this week hadn’t held a moment of peace for him. He had barely slept and was beginning to feel the exhaustion settle deep into his bones.

He glanced up to see the IMP van screeching into the driveway. Blitz rolled down the drivers side window and leaned out.

“Hey, birdie.”

The owl raised an eyebrow at the smaller man, but remained on the steps. “Blitzy, I’m sorry you’ve driven all this way, but I’m—”

Blitz held up a hand to stop him. “Nah, we’re not doing excuses. Come on.”

Well, that was rude. Stolas frowned. “But, I’m not in the mood for physical contact with anyone tonight. I’m sorry.” He rose and turned to start back up the stairs.

“Bitch, I didn’t come here to get laid. Get in the damn car. I promise to keep my hands to myself.” Stolas turned his head to glance back at the van. Blitz lifted both of his hands in a mock surrender. “No touching. This won’t take long.”

The bird sighed, deeply, and trotted down the stairs. He climbed into the passenger seat and shifted into the closest he would come to a comfortable position. “There. I’m in the damn car. What are we doing?”

Blitz didn’t answer. Instead, he shifted the car into drive and slowly pulled out onto the highway. He pointed to two large styrofoam cups resting in the dash. “The one on the right’s for you. It’s shitty coffee, but it’s coffee and it’s hot. Figured your princess ass could use a pick me up.”

Stolas took a sip of the very acidic coffee, sneaking a glance over at the driver. “Blitz, what are we doing?”

After a few moments of silence, Blitz cleared his throat. “I don’t know what to say. You didn’t answer your phone. That’s not like you.” He checked his mirrors. “So, whatever the fuck is goin’ on, it must be bad. So, I’m here to help.”

“Well, Blitz, that’s very kind, but I’m not sure this is something that can be helped. It’s complicated and messy and something I need to work out on my own.”

“I’m not here to talk feelings or any of that bullshit, Stolas. I’m here to...I’ve been having a shit week myself, okay? And when I have a shitty day, I have a kind of ritual that helps me feel better. So, I’m going to perform my ritual. And you’re here for the ride. Maybe you’ll hate it, and maybe it’ll make you feel worse. But maybe it’ll help you like it helps me.” The imp’s shoulders had risen as he spoke, almost like he was building a line of defense as he released that small bit of personal information.

“Okay.” Stolas agreed quietly. “How do we perform this ritual?”

Blitz waved him off. “It’s not, like, anything you need to do. When I feel like shit, I go buy a big ass coffee, I gas up the van, and I drive around and listen to music. I’m not putting on any of your fancy fussy bullshit. I’m makin’ myself feel better and you’re just here for the ride. Also, and most important, if you try to talk to me about anything you see or hear in this van tonight, I’m not comin’ over on the next full moon. I don’t do feelings and I don’t do talking. I’m just tryin’ to help. Got it?”

Stolas felt a flood of excitement, despite his foul mood. “Got it.”

The smaller man nodded and reached out to press a few buttons on the radio. A lone male voice echoed around the cabin, followed by a loud, percussive riff.

“The world is a vampire,

Sent to drain.

Secret destroyers,

Hold you up to the flames.”

Blitz bobbed his head gently to the music. Stolas, wary of the warning he’d been given, didn’t watch him directly. He faced forward but continued watching out of the corner of his eye.

Stolas jumped in his seat when he heard Blitz’s voice join the singer’s.

“Despite all my rage,

I am still just a rat in a cage.”

The owl could no longer look forward. His jaw dropped and he turned to stare at the imp.

“Someone will say—Stolas, you’re gonna lose the full moon,

Despite all my rage,

I am still just a rat in a cage.”

The bird’s head snapped forward. “Sorry!”

The song continued to play, but Blitz did not resume his singing. They drove in companionable silence through the next few pieces, each one sounding very similar to the last. The lyrics didn’t seem to focus on any one subject. One song seemed to be singing about a superhero, and the next seemed to be about someone named Scotty.

Blitz was the first to break the silence when the fourth song began. “Oh, Stols. It’s a song for you!” He cackled. A driving guitar screeched across the radio. He winked at the bird, letting him know it wasn’t an insult.

“Do you have the time,

To listen to me whine?”

Stolas rolled his eyes. “Cute, Blitzy.”

Blitz’s response was to roll down the windows and turn up the volume. Wind whipped through the van, ruffling the bird’s feathers. He sang along obnoxiously, occasionally sneaking glances at his passenger. Fuck, he hoped this worked. Otherwise he was making a gigantic ass out of himself for absolutely no reason.

Actually, maybe making an ass out of himself is exactly what he needed to do. He hadn’t gotten a single laugh out of him yet, and if he was being honest, it was bothering him. Fuck it.

He turned down the volume. “Okay, not your song after all. Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ll switch it up.” He poked a few more buttons and an old favorite of his began to play. It was silly, and stupid, but full of big words that the bird would probably like. He waited until the opening had finished playing, choosing exactly when he would join in.

He took a deep breath.

“The simple narrative taught in every history class,

Is demonstrably false,

And pedagogically classist.”

Stolas couldn’t help himself. He blinked a few times and turned to watch Blitz. The imp had his arm out the window, drifting his hand through the wind. There was a slight smile playing at his lips, like he knew a secret his passenger didn’t. He sang along easily, taking pleasure in the ridiculous lyrics.

Eventually, the song ended and the cabin was quiet again.

“More your speed, Princess?”

The owl chuckled. “I don’t know how much I liked the song, but I’ve never heard you use the word ‘demonstrably’ before.” He shifted in his seat to lean against the door, granting him a better view of Blitz. “Is this really what you do when you’re not feeling well?”

Blitz shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I mean, yeah. There’s usually nobody around. I can listen to my music as loud as I want to. I can drink my shitty coffee in peace. I can take the van to the right part of the country and drive as fast as I want. There’s somethin’ about having that level of control over somethin’ so big.” He patted the steering wheel gently.

“Oh, I see. It’s a control thing.” Stolas nodded. “I don’t have a lot that grants me that kind of control. It sounds lovely.” He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door.

“How the fuck?” You’re a fuckin’ prince. You can do whatever the fuck you want.”

Stolas hummed in agreement. “You’d think so, right? But, no. The closest I get to that is opening the occasional portal, but after the first few times it’s not quite so exciting. Ah, well. I’m thankful you’ve decided to kidnap me this evening. Even if your taste in music is abhorrent, it’s done a little for my mental health to get away from the palace for a little while.”

Blitz resumed his playlist, and they settled back into their silence.

A few songs later, Blitz abruptly silenced the radio and yanked the steering wheel. The van skidded to the side of the road, jolting the owl forward in his seat.

“Ow!” He yelped, rubbing his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Blitz shot him a devious grin. He pulled the keys from the ignition and tossed them to Stolas.

“Want a little control, pretty bird?”

[natashaslesbian]

Best Friend Crush

Summary:

Word count: 835

Parings: (Kate Bishop x Reader)

Warnings: none :))

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You met Kate when you were just 5 years old. You spent every second together, you walked everywhere together. If Kate was at the park, then you were too. If you were eating ice cream, Kate was too. You spent your childhood alongside each other, you experienced all the highs and lows together. You held her hand the day of her fathers funeral, and she held yours in return when you came out to your family. Kate cried for hours the day you left for college, for the first time ever you were going to be apart. Those few years went by in a flash and before you knew it, the pair of you were running havoc in the avengers compound. You were thrilled that not only had Kate managed to meet her hero but she now fought beside Clint, with you not too far behind. You have Yelena to thank for your entry into S.H.I.E.L.D, she found you outside the compound tackling photographers. Yelena managed to convince Natasha that the team needed you and after 2 years of training, you and Kate were finally official members of the team.

Tonight you were celebrating a successful mission, Tony decided that a big party was well overdue and went completely overboard inviting everyone he could think of. You had spent most of the evening attached to Kate’s hip but when an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D HQ asked to buy you a drink you scurried away with excitement at a possible new relationship. You had been single for almost a year now after your ex girlfriend cheated on you at college. Although you were heartbroken, you were excited that you would have more time to spend with Kate. Every time she was around you got butterflies, but you pushed them to one side as Kate defiantly didn’t feel the same way. You danced freely for most of the night with Amanda, she was fun and great at making you laugh. Her golden hair fell delicately across her shoulders, but your mind couldn’t help but think of Kate. How much you wished to be dancing with her, holding her.

On the other side of the room, Kate was close to crushing the glass in her hand. Watching someone throw their hands all over you, the way she was looking at you like you were hers. The archer had been wanting to tell you how she feels for weeks now but she just couldn’t pull the words together, now she was watching you dance with someone who wasn’t her. She figured she should be sad, sad that you were interested in someone else but instead her blood was boiling. This blonde didn’t deserve you, she didn’t know how you liked your coffee or what your favourite season was. Kate couldn’t watch this anymore, she wouldn’t. “Y/n I need you” you heard as you were pulled away from Amanda, you missed the daggers Kate had shot at her “Kate I’m dancing with Amanda” you said “well why aren’t you dancing with me?” Kate said, her mouth moving to quick for her brain “what?” Kate wanted you to dance with her? “I, um” she stumbled over her words as she realised her mistake, this wasn’t how she wanted to tell you. Kate pulled away and headed towards the exit. Looking back for Amanda, you found her already eyeing up another agent, holding her the way she had been holding you just a moment ago. ‘Such a flirt’ you thought

“Kate!” You called out into the empty bedroom. You had been searching for her since she ran from the party. You fell to your final idea and pulled out your phone, a small buzzing noise took your feet to the kitchen. “Kate” you said as you hung up the call “are you okay?” You asked “y/n I’m sorry” She said, her back still facing you “sorry for what?” She pulled her focus towards you followed by her shoulders and the rest of her body “I wanted it to be special, I didn’t mean to just blurt something out” Kate sniffled “what are you talking about?” You walked towards your best friend, silent wishing this was going the way you were hoping it would “I like you y/n” she said “in fact I love you” she paused again “as more than a friend” your heart felt full, she felt the same way, there was a chance this could happen. “Kate I-“ you stumbled over your words, making the archer extremely nervous “I love you too” she pulled you into her arms and the pair of you shared the most loving embrace. When she pulled back, Kates gaze met your lips, you nodded your consent. Her soft warm lips collided with yours and you could taste the lasting layer of her strawberry lipgloss. The need for air soon came and you pulled back with Kates face still in your hands. “Can I take you on a date?” She asked “tomorrow?” You suggested “tomorrow.” She confirmed.

[silvercat-the-daydreamer]

now here's the post about today's touhou experience!! it's a long one wow. tldr thoughts on touhou10-normal and 15-easy.

I FINALLY BEAT TOUHOU10 ON NORMAL. FUCK YOU KANAKO. you will be my eternal enemy.

well, beating her with just the 2 lives you get from the continue in that game was not something i managed to do. didn't quite have the skill for a whole 1cc run of it either like i did with easy just to collect all the lives i would need. 5 would be enough tho, so i game-over'd and continued on sanae's stage just to get the 3 extra lives from that (2 from the score and the one she drops). also meant that every time i got hit even once on stage 5, i'd promptly run into some fairies or the snae herself to Die and try again (marisa+sanae hugs happening now...), so, actually, most of my time for that was spent on stage 5. and every time i game-over'd on the final stage, i would restart the whole run just to get back to stage 5. so that's an experience for sure.

well on the maybe like 5th try today (that is, the 5th time i even got to kanako... also, i didn't really count. it was something like that.), i did it!! hell yeah!!

(i did also, on my last life, yell something like "i won't die to you again!!" like some sort of character.)

and that was the first part of today's experience because, all of that, was only preparation. because i watched my friend play fuckin touhou15 some day and decided if i couldn't beat normal touhou10, i sure as fuck couldn't beat touhou15 (on easy yes). so now that that was done, i moved on to touhou15 promptly.

...AND WELL AFTER ABOUT 3 HOURS--

I DID FUCKIN DO IT??? I DID NOT EXPECT THAT AT ALL??? WHAT AM I. 3 hours but other games took longer than that. but then i guess it's just how quickly you can retry things here huh.

also can i just say something. JUNKO MY GIRL YOU NEED TO HURRY UP WITH YOUR LAST ATTACK. PLEASE JUST GET TO THE PART THAT KILLS ME ALRIGHT THE FIRST PART IS KIND OF NOTHING. (in fact, "this is kind of nothing" was definitely a thought i had somewhat often while playing this game. so this sure feels like easy mode. specially after seeing my friend play it on normal.) well it's an interesting attack, it's just not that great to do that 20 times in a row and then have to wait for the interesting part to happen. although i guess that's less annoying than having to retry the whole stage over and over again huh...

interestingly, while trying to get through that attack, out of the corner of my eye the "disabled" text kind of started to look like a pair of eyes looking at me through a tear in the screen.

ALSO: holy fuck that stage theme?? actually playing the stage with that? that shit gave me some sort of strange emotion. the fuckin wisp-things just hanging out and mostly not trying to shoot me?? i left most of them alone, i was like "this stage doesn't need any violence" and just vibed with the music instead bc i didn't want to ruin it. the fuckin rain stuff too. holy shittt the vibe is fuckin beautiful man.

anyways uhh i got out of "here child have fuckthousand bombs to smite your enemies" touhou10 to "if you use a bomb that is a Permanent Decision you Will regret later (in pointdevice mode anyway)" touhou15 and i ended up using exactly 1 bomb early in the run which was kind of accidental too and just because of the reflex... then at the end as you can see there i had all these fuckin bombs, and, after i found out that junko does not try to protect herself from the bombs on her last attack unlike byakuren and kanako (at least on easy?? i should hope she starts doing that on the other difficulties tbh what are you doing girl...), i decided it would be terribly boring to use them and just skip a large part of that attack like that. so to completely avoid using a bomb on that accidentally, i unbound the bomb key from my controller. so that was also an interesting experience.

(speaking of the controller, i figured there'd be some sort of issue with that where on an attack that has you move left and right very quickly, like some of junko's, you don't have enough fingers on the dpad to do that very well unlike with a keyboard. well it worked out for me anyways, somehow.)

hey, also the irony of beating this as sanae after she's given me so much trouble in the other game. despite all that i don't hate her at all and after seeing her dialogue in this, i think she's kinda cute. also, when playing as her in touhou12, i was deeply confused by how strangely she moved (really i just wasn't used to that particular movement speed at all) but i did get used to it here.

well hey that's 3 of the windows-touhous beaten!! i'm starting to believe i'm getting good at this. yay :D

i'm not sure what else to do now... maybe try normal of this but that sounds like a true pain.

(oh yeah i wanted to get through touhou12 normal too i guess since that game was really fun. seriously.)

[raisoramizu]

Hazbin Hotel angst Fanfic - Golden Ashes Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Luciangstweek2025 Prompt chapter 5: (Wound/Panic)

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Chapter 5: Infected wounds

Soon, I stopped counting the days since our deal. Alastor had dissolved into shadows, fleeing my room the moment I tended to him, and since then, he'd barely spoken to me. He spent most of his time in the bedroom or the Radio Tower, where his podcasts aired at all hours, including the dead of night.

I’d started listening to them, but he didn’t talk much; most of the broadcasts were filled with songs from the 1930s. I paid close attention to the lyrics, searching for a message, a thought, trying to understand the Sinner who had wormed his way into my mind like a parasite.

He’s eating away at my brain.

I was utterly fixated on him, to the point where I created nothing but ducks about him. Nothing gave me joy or warmth—not even the soothing hot water of my shower. Despite that, I hadn’t had a panic attack since. It was as if the deal I’d made with him had calmed me. He could have done anything to me without fearing my reactions—him, I was just a mere human.

I’d never been human.

I knew them. Oh, I knew them all too well. I had loved them. I believed they were intelligent, wise creatures, but they’d turned out to be foolish and arrogant. Lilith—I had loved her more than anything else.

...

…

Do I still love her? How long had it been since I last thought about her? Since I last dreamed of her?

Not that dreaming of her was pleasant anymore. My dreams were filled only with frustration, anger, abandonment, and longing.

What did it mean to be human? Could I truly understand them? Could I understand… Alastor?

Why is he here? What had he done? Was his heart entirely dark, or were there shafts of light even in someone like him? An Overlord... Who was I kidding?

Myself. That’s who.

“Dad?” Charlie’s concerned voice broke my thoughts. “Dad?” she repeated, resting a hand on my shoulder.

I snapped out of it. Lifting my gaze in confusion, I took in the grand bar hall bathed in the red light filtering from outside, and then my daughter’s face. She looked at me with furrowed brows, worry etched across her features.

Was I making her worry even in my sleep?

“You fell asleep… Maybe you should go to your room and rest,” she suggested, tilting her blonde head slightly as if trying to study me from another angle.

How much she looked like her mother. But this time, those features didn’t unsettle me. Upon waking, I felt a surge of yearning—but for Alastor.

I needed him more than ever.

I ran my hands over my face and through my hair, trying to collect myself and appear presentable. “Are there any new guests?” I asked her.

She shook her head. I turned down the corners of my lips in disappointment.

“…You need to be patient. They’ll come. These empty-headed infernal fools…” I smiled, giving myself a couple of light taps on the head, making it sound hollow. “…need time to figure out the right path to take.”

She gave me a half-hearted smile, but it was clear she no longer had hope.

If she didn’t have hope, who was supposed to? Me?

…

I dragged myself to my room, trying to empty my mind. I really needed to sleep. Not that I didn’t sleep—I slept a lot, but never truly rested.

I closed the door behind me with a huff and lit the entryway with a bit of magic. I started wandering toward the bedroom, undressing gradually: first the hat, then the boots, the jacket, and finally the vest with the bow tie. I scattered them on the floor as I made my way to the bed, where I collapsed on my back, legs dangling over the edge.

I sank into the softness of the blankets, staring up at the white ceiling, which seemed to expand and contract in rhythm with my thoughts. My arms were splayed out, but that didn’t last long. My left hand—the one with the wedding ring—slipped down to the crotch of my pants. I wasn’t exactly aroused, but I was alone. I didn’t know what else to do—I needed some kind of release.

Maybe I need a little pain?

I palmed myself through the fabric, letting my fingers slide around my balls. When I gave a firm squeeze, making myself gasp, there was an echo somewhere in the room.

But it wasn’t mine. It was a groan of displeasure.

I immediately froze. “What the fuck—?!” I exclaimed, sitting upright on the bed and glancing around. I didn’t see anything. I didn’t sense anything. How was that possible?

Of course it’s possible.

Caught red-handed, I slowly watched as a figure emerged from the shadows of my wardrobe. The gleaming smile came first, as if it were a signature. The light from my magic only flickered now, as if recognizing who stood before me.

Alastor was there, standing with his broken staff, which seemed to pulse with a malicious energy. Seeing him eased my alarm; I swallowed dryly, letting my heartbeat slow, and furrowed my brow nervously.

“So this is how you spend your time?~” he sang, his voice grating on my nerves yet warming me all the same.

I felt humiliated to have him in my room at that moment, right as I’d started to touch myself. But at the same time, I was elated. He had finally come to me.

He was here, in my room, and anything could happen.

Maybe I’d finally end up having sex with him today. Maybe his interrupting me in such an intimate act would break the ice, the tension, the shyness—and we’d get to it. After all, it was all I wanted: my hands on his body, between his ears. I wanted to feel the texture of his horns. Did he even have a deer tail? And what would he taste like? And his cock… how big was it?

It could get huge—I’d seen it when he tore into those shark demons the first time I visited the Hotel.

I laughed internally at the thought. How far gone was I since that morning he’d called my pancakes disgusting? And yet, it had only been a few weeks.

Then I remembered what I feared most: that he might actually take advantage of Charlie. But if he wanted to do that, he could’ve just asked me. Instead, he’d only asked for my help… and to dissolve that deal I knew nothing about.

“Does my presence bother you?” His words snapped me out of my thoughts.

I shook my head to collect myself. “No, quite the opposite...”

The opposite?

“‘The opposite?’” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He stood there, motionless, about a foot from the bed where I was still sitting.

I flushed with embarrassment, my cheeks tinted gold, and lowered my gaze along with the corners of my mouth in irritation. “The opposite,” I muttered curtly, pouting like a sulky teenager.

He stared at me for a moment from his vantage point before his expression softened into a smile that matched the permanent grin on his lips. Finally, he tilted his head slightly and spoke again. “I’m here for a simple matter, Lucifer. My staff. You promised to repair it.”

My eyes drifted to the staff he held tightly in his hand. The green magic holding it together flickered like an unstable, corrosive flame. His request was a simple formality of our deal, yet the way he’d asked—with that smooth, loaded voice—seemed to imply something more.

I hoped it meant something more.

Gods, I’d become a teenager with an emotional dependency on someone I didn’t even know. Alastor was like an unattainable celebrity I’d idealized to the point of madness.

“Oh, right. The repair,” I replied, trying to sound detached, though my voice was lower, almost husky. “Hand it over,” I added, rising from the bed.

Alastor stepped closer, extending the staff to me with a slow, almost theatrical gesture. When I took it, our fingers brushed for an instant. An instant long enough to make me blush and avert my gaze, irritated by my own reaction.

I dragged myself to the workbench, illuminating it with a simple snap of my fingers. Placing the staff in front of me, I examined the splintered wood and the pulsating veins of distorted magic. They seemed to vibrate under my hand.

“This won’t take long,” I mumbled, more to myself than to him.

Alastor didn’t answer, but I could feel his gaze on me. It weighed on me like an overly warm blanket, yet I couldn’t stop. My magic poured into the staff, intertwining with his, mending the cracks, healing the shattered fragments. During the process, golden sparks mixed with acid green, creating a whirlwind of energy that reflected off the room's walls, illuminating my face, now visibly tired once again. I was about to collapse again.

The staff was restored, glossy and perfect. But as soon as the process was complete, a wave of dark energy surged into Alastor.

I heard him let out a deep, almost guttural moan. He bent forward, his body trembling as the radio filter in his voice came back in full force, drowning everything else. “Oh, yes... It’s perfect!” he exclaimed, stretching his smile in a distorted, inhuman way.

I spun around toward him, recoiling instinctively until my back hit the edge of the workbench. Before I could say anything, the staff disappeared, and before it fully reformed in his grasp, I heard it slam against the floor. A tendril branched out from Alastor’s shoulders, piercing my shoulder through and through, slicing through flesh and bone like butter.

The pain was sudden and searing. I fell backward, knocking over the desk and hitting the floor with a thud amidst scattered papers and tools.

Panic. My breathing grew erratic, disordered. The pain pulsed in waves, but it was the sight of the blood that paralyzed me. My hands trembled, unable to move. The room spun, the air growing denser with every passing moment.

The tension broke, just like that, after days of nothing happening. A wound I had once desired, requested, embedded into our agreement because it allowed me to feel pleasure, now sent me spiraling into the darkest abyss.

I didn’t ask myself why. I couldn’t analyze anymore, couldn’t wonder about the reasons behind anything. Did any of this make sense? Did I make sense? I tried to speak, to say something, but my throat was clenched tight. My mind was a whirlwind of memories and fears I couldn’t control. I writhed on the floor, lying supine like a snake trying to escape a grip—but there was no grip, just my torn shoulder bleeding profusely with golden ichor.

My blood-red eyes fixed on the ceiling, my jaw gasping for air. Alastor loomed over me, standing tall with both hands resting on the shell of his staff, his wide-eyed gaze staring down at me.

He moved his mouth. Maybe he said something. What did he say? I couldn’t hear anything, only a dull, resonant noise—like the pressure of water—echoing in my head. Yet it was clear Alastor was frightened by my reaction.

And me? What was I feeling? There was no desire, no arousal, no sexual thrill in the pain I felt. No relief, only the need to vomit. For the umpteenth time—but the first in weeks—I thought about dying. I’d die here, without knowing why I had felt better and now was falling apart, without saying goodbye to Charlie, without ever seeing Lilith again, without tasting that demon who had obsessed me for no reason.

What would become of Hell without me? Surely a better place—or maybe it wouldn’t change at all. After all, I’d been absent for so many years. Charlie would take my place, of course. She would definitely improve it. She still had hope. Hope that Sinners and Angels would eventually crush over time, just like they had crushed mine.

There’s no place in Creation for dreamers.

“LUCIFER!”

Alastor’s inhuman snarl and his claws, sinking deep into my open wound, yanked me back to reality.

My eyes flew open, and I gasped loudly, completely stiff, as though emerging from a long apnea. There he was again—his face mere inches from mine. His eyes were pitch black, his pupils resembling radio dials, and his antlers branched out a full meter on either side of the room. His staff lay discarded on the ground, not far away.

I shot out my right hand, grabbing his arm as though seeking support to lift myself, to escape the dark, viscous water I had sunk into. But his gaze shifted—from my face, it trickled down to my shoulder.

He stared at his claws, stained with my blood, and began to tremble. I blinked a few times, trying to focus better on him, but I was in terrible shape. Sweaty from the blood loss, from the panic I’d just felt, and because...

...he was suddenly on top of me.

In an instant, he was bent over me, his face buried in my shoulder. My eyes widened, my back arched, slamming my abdomen against his, and I moaned—a relieved sound, at the sensation of his tongue pressing into my open wound. Finally, my voice returned.

It was a strange sensation: it hurt, but it tickled inside.

He gripped my shoulder and began licking me, sliding his tongue past the torn fabric of my shirt to reach the skin, sucking and lightly nibbling. Every tiny scrape of his teeth was painful, yet...

I kept moaning and squirming, my forehead creased in an expression of inexplicable pleasure. He had settled himself between my legs, spread open around his hips, and I desperately tried to grind my pelvis against his. I was getting aroused again.

Fuck. To hell with it—any reason, any logic. I wanted him, and he was devouring me.

I slid my good hand into his hair. His head jerked in time with the frantic spasms of his movements; his scorching breath churned with my blood as I drooled, tears streaking down my temples. I reached for his ears with far more tenderness than I used to rub my now fully hardened erection against his stomach.

They were incredibly soft. And his horns? I traced them, tapping a claw lightly against their solid surface, careful not to damage them. They felt like polished wood—sleek, yet impossibly fragile in their resilience.

That tingling sensation boiled over, spreading through my groin, and I turned to him, dragging my long, forked tongue across his cheek in a lascivious gesture. My swollen, lust-filled eyes half-closed as I glanced at his profile. And… he was looking at me. With that same vast, dark, demonic stare.

In the next moment, his tongue was in my mouth.

He slid an arm under my waist, forcing my back to arch further, while his knees worked their way beneath my thighs, lifting them. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he bumped his erection against mine.

I moaned.

I could feel his arousal pressing firmly against mine as he moved from my shoulder to devour my mouth. His tongue moved frantically against my palate, dangerously scraping my fangs, and I responded just as fervently, twining my much thinner tongue around his thick, slick one, cleaning it of the sweet taste of my divine blood. He salivated so heavily that it didn’t take long for it to froth under the weight of our panting breaths before dripping copiously from our mouths.

I felt like I was about to explode. My head was on fire, waves of dizziness pulling me under and dragging with them deep, hollowing sensations, as though my strength were leaving me with each surge of desire.

The most absurd kiss of my life. The strangest situation I’d ever been in.

There was no need for us to be sensual, to think about what we were doing. Our actions were purely instinctual.

And it was with that same instinct that I clumsily started to unbutton his pants.

At first, I was almost afraid he’d stop me, but when I brushed against him, his hips lifted slightly to make room for me. Encouraged, I quickened my pace, undoing the button and zipper and sliding my hand into the scorching heat of his groin.

It was damp with sweat and pre-cum, which I smeared with my fingers around his stiff, tense erection. I explored the length of his cock greedily, earning a groan that shattered against my mouth before he resumed kissing me with even more abandon.

I began stroking his shaft, from the tip to the base, my hand slapping rhythmically against his heated skin.

With each pump, his breathing crackled in the air like radio static, his moans distorted as he thrust his hips into my hand, masturbating himself more and more fervently within my grip.

He was seeking me. He wanted me too.

The realization left me momentarily confused. Was this genuine desire on his part, or just some twisted arousal triggered by his cannibalistic nature? Was it my blood that had set him off like this? Surely he didn’t screw everyone he ate. He didn’t… right? Right?

Of course not. Alastor always seemed irritated by contact he didn’t initiate himself. He probably had never tasted angelic blood before—surely, that was the reason.

The room was filled with our sounds: the rustle of clothes pulling tight and constricting our bodies, the thudding of my shoulders against the floor as his spasms rocked me, our ragged breaths, the moans, my whimpers at the way he pulled at my hair, forcing my chin up.

“Fuck…” I moaned at some point, overwhelmed by the unbearable pressure of my cock straining against my pants. I looked at him and found his forehead furrowed, saliva dripping thickly from his yellowish jaws. His eyes, blackened and trembling, were locked on me.

“What… what is it?” I whimpered, my voice cracking.

"Don't stop," he growled, ordering me. I began rubbing even faster against his sex, and he moaned, bending over so much that his forehead pressed against my sternum. His ears twitched, folding back against his neck, while his horns creaked, growing new branches. From that moment on, every movement became a crescendo of his evident loss of control; I obeyed, continuing to stroke him despite his increasing tremors—along with my own mounting need for physical release.

- He's mine. He's mine to break, to ruin, to keep. -

A need that was never fulfilled because, gripping my hair tightly with one hand and forcing my fingers around his sex with the other, he came. His body shook against mine, and his moans, growing deeper and more distorted, broke into a guttural sob as he reached his peak. The warmth of his essence soaked through my shirt—a blend of moisture and tension that seemed to dissolve into the thick air of the room.

I thought it was over, that the moment of surrender had loosened the dark knot binding us both. But then... ...his eyes.

They flew open, locking onto me. And what I saw there wasn’t satisfaction or relief. No. It was something deeper, darker. Terror. Pure fear, mingled with rage—an emotion so primal it struck me like a blow to the chest.

"Alastor..." I whispered, breathless, trying to grab his hand, to establish any form of connection—anything that might calm him.

- How dare you touch me like this? -

I didn’t even have time to react. His face twisted into a mask of incomprehensible fury. With a guttural snarl, he flung me away with a shockwave that radiated from his body. I felt the floor beneath me crumble as I was slammed violently into the opposite wall.

I groaned, the pain knocking the wind out of me, warm blood streaming from the open wounds on my arms and shoulders.

Alastor was already on his feet, his body vibrating with dark energy that seemed to spill from every pore. He looked at me one last time, his black eyes fixed on me with a mix of contempt and... something I couldn’t decipher.

Then he was gone. The shadows wrapped around him like a cloak, swallowing him in an instant. The room seemed to empty all at once, as if his presence had taken even the air, leaving me immersed in a deafening silence.

I stayed on the ground, confused and unable to move, the pain throbbing through my body nothing compared to the void yawning open in my chest.

Why? The question echoed in my mind, accompanied by the image of his eyes—the way he had looked at me. I touched my swollen lips, still damp with his saliva.

A tremor ran through me, and only then did I realize I was crying.

Tears streaked silently down my face, hot and unrelenting, as I lay there curled up among the wreckage. I was a mess, but maybe he was worse off than I was.

[pbandjesse]

I did feel a lot better today. That's not to say I felt all better. But I did feel better. I was functional. And I had a pretty nice day overall.

I did not sleep well though. I literally slept with a hairbrush because I was so incredibly itchy. And my ribs hurt every time I moved. So it was not a good sleep at all. When James woke up for the day I was also a little awake. But would try and keep sleeping. It was not easy at all.

When I woke up at 9 I was pretty miserable. It was very dark outside. It was sleeting and raining and foggy for most of the day. But I was trying very hard to be positive even if I felt very bad.

I went and turned the shower on. I made the bed. And brushed my teeth. And googled my symptoms. I don't like to trust that in general but with everything I felt like I needed to see if I could find a direction. And with the itchy and the enzymes in my liver I may have found something. I sent an email to the OB office about am what I found and within the hour they were telling me to go get more blood work. I did not mind getting checked out more. I just want everything to be okay.

The shower helped. I had gotten a new body wash and it's moisturizing so I was hoping it would help the itchy. And it didn't really but maybe a little bit. I felt a little better once I was clean.

I loved my outfit. I love this sweat dress and this black sweater is my favorite. I wore my new maternity leggings and they are pretty comfortable. I felt cute and that helped my brain feel better.

I had cereal. I made it special with dried strawberries. I spent some time going through my hospital bag. Decided that it was still solid after spending the night in the hospital.

I finally got the order from the doctor's to go to the LabCorp to get my blood drawn. I was anxious about going because I hadn't been there before. It was an unknown parking situation. But it would be fine.

When I got over there I did struggle to park because of trucks double parking. And then I wasn't 100% sure where the entrance was. But I figured it out.

I didn't have a print out of the order so I had to email it which took some time for the to get. But I wasn't in a rush. A woman had her baby and he couldn't walk yet but was crawling around all over and was being so cute. She didn't speak English and was taking a while to check in so she didn't notice that baby was in my purse. Taking my wallet! It was really funny. I was just letting it happen. I was like. Baby, I need that. And I kept putting it back in and he would take it again. It was very silly.

When I finally got taken back the phelbotomist was very nice. I told them all about the drama of my blood draws this week. So they tried a tiny needle above my elbow and that went poorly! Not only did it like fall out, it made an air sound when it did that sounded like a bike tire, and I started bleeding all over everything. The tech was so nice and we were laughing but man was is ridiculous. I was fine but they were so apologetic.

They would have better luck in my hand. And I got two vials taken. I invited them to the museum. They were really sweet. I thanked them for taking my blood. And headed out.

I was in a good mood honestly. And decided I could attempt to find that last gift for James.

This ended up not working as well as I hoped. I went to the value village in Glen Burnie.

And I had fun. I'm on a show tunes kick and was enjoying listening to Chicago and looking at stuff. I found a print case for $5. A handmade baby sack jacket. A training mug from 1987. I bought a cape. And an option for a gift for James but it's not ideal ideal. I may try another place tomorrow. But I was still having fun looking.

It was really gross outside. Cold and wet. I decided to go get a sandwich. I went to Jimmy John's. But I even after eating it was a bit to early to go to the museum. So I went home.

When I got back here I just rested for a while. Played animal crossing. Fixed my eyeliner. I think I was able to get all of my earned vacation time from camp so I will be able to meet my savings goal! That made me happy.

I did get an email from Paula at the museum though that I accidentally didn't get paid for my last two events. Oops. I checked and my paycheck was $35. She apologized and my next check will have everything. So between camp and that I will be in a pretty excellent place as I go into a very slow month.

I left here at 4 so I could see James before they came home. Traffic was bad but it was fine. I got to the museum by 430. And was really happy to see my husband.

I was also just excited to work with Meril. Love working with Meril. But there was some catering drama so she was a little distracted at times. It would still be a really fun evening.

I went and made a chase for the couple. And they were such a sweet couple and were so excited to see the print. And their guests really liked it too!

The museum felt very full and busy, because of the weather they had so many people waiting inside. And everything was a bit chaotic. But it was still nice. I wish I had gotten more deviled eggs from the caterers but because the wedding started a half hour late everything was a bit thrown off. But that's alright.

I enjoyed my time printing. And handsome lovely conversations with guests. And with my coworkers. It was really nice having all the galleries open. And the couple gave us $50 tips each! That is so nice.

Because the timing was all off the dinner wasn't going to be available to staff until 830. I didn't want any of it anyway so when we were done we just chilled at the front desk talking for a while. I was telling them about how much I enjoy half birthdays. And we were all just chatting and it was nice. But when Meril said we could chose to leave now if we didn't want to wait for food I was like. Oh perfect. I will go home.

And that was perfect timing because I was getting a pain in my side. Which thankfully now has gone away after sitting on the couch for a while. Thankfully my back never started hurting but I won't lie, I was getting nervous in the car with my side hurting so bad.

Traffic was still bad. And it was tough to find a parking space when I got home. But someone left once I circled the block. And James had a quesadilla for me when I got inside.

We laid on the couch together for a while. And now I am just very ready to get in bed. I feel itchy again. But hopefully it's not as bad tonight.

I hope tomorrow is a calm down. I hope you all have a lovely day. Take care of yourselves. Goodnight!