#so she went for the fresher one

[exponentiate]

Bear 128 has brought her spring cubs all the way to the falls, I think for the first time this year! Here she is beating up another bear to take his fish, while one of her cubs takes notes.

[just-rogi]

Ik I’m not white passing bc every Arab restaurant owner who sees my face can instantly clock me as brown and give me extra food and discounts and ask if I speak Arabic and if I’m staying in school and where my family is from and my thoughts on soccer, like sorry Emxly on tiktok just who learned the word white passing last week thinks that I’m not brown, but the Azerbaijani pizza shop staff cheer when I walk in the door so maybe it’s a skill issue?

[exopelagic]

God help me I may have another crush on a straight boy

[rebelscums]

Angel (Qimir x Jedi reader)

Part One of Angel

Ratings: Angst | Fluff

Summary: After the death of your master you begin to question the dark side and just who keeps appearing in your dreams…

The ringing in your head only grew as you opened your eyes. Your vision was blurry, but you knew that you were hanging from something… You drained your neck up to realize that it was a tree. You were stripped bare from your robes and something dropped slowly down your forehead past your nose… Blood.

“Master?” Your voice cracked as you called out to her.

The air felt thick and the smell of blood grew stronger, but you could hear her to your right.

“You must whisper, my padawan.” She whispered in the same predicament you were in, “It is hunting.”

“What is?” You whispered confused, hurt, and you knew you had a concussion, “What is going on?”

“They betrayed us and now they are offering us to the beast they fear from this jungle. It has already taken the other. We must remain vigilant and strong as we find a way out of us.”

You looked around, the moonlight brightening the forest floor just enough to see all of the blood and bones scattered everywhere.

Hours had passed as you both struggled to get out of your bindings without falling to the ground. You realized quickly that the tribe you were trying to help had drugged you heavily making it even harder to escape.

With the luck of the force, your master unblinded herself and swung over to one of the large branches on your tree.

“Stay still.” She requested as she began to untie your bindings, “Once you are free we will make a run towards the north river. Our shop is just across the river.”

“Okay.” You whispered as you began to feel the rope loosen.

“Almost…” Master Runh went to untie the rope. You were almost free… Almost.

It was so quick that you could barely see it grab your master between its large jaws and drag her down to the forest floor. Her screams echoed throughout the night as she yelled over and over…

“Run!”

Tears streamed down your face as you watched her get torn apart. Struggling to free the last not so you could help her… Save her… You needed to save her. You were so close.

“Master!” You cried out as her final breath left her body and through your tears you saw something or was it someone standing beside the beast over your dead master just watching you…

You jolted awake in your room with a startled gasp. It took you a moment for your brain to let you know that you were safe and it was only a dream, but but the wetness on your cheeks had let you know that you had been crying.

You quickly wiped your tears and went to the fresher to compose yourself. It had been a couple hours since you have been in hyper drive and you knew you would arrive to the next planet soon.

That means you had a bit of time to talk about your dream to Master Sol… Maybe he would have an answer for the mysterious figure.

“Master Sol.” You drew his attention away from the map he was looking at from where he sat at a table.

His tired eyes were now trained on you, a calm look on his face as he greeted you with a smile. He was an ever present and diligent master and you silently thought of how lucky Jecki was.

You have been missing master Runh dearly these days. She was a great master, someone that you could count on for anything. She was wise, and strong, and brave too… She aided and guided you as you grew up, leading you down the path of the Jedi. You were grateful to her for everything she has done for you. You believed in what it meant to be a Jedi.

Until she was killed a few months ago.

It wasn’t her fault, the two of you were betrayed and sold out by the tribe you were trying to help… It shook you to your core, leaving you with nightmares and sleepless nights. You could still hear her screams, see her body be torn to shreds by that horrible beast… A beast you barely ran away from with your life.

You remember it’s sharp claws digging into your right side, leaving you with a painful reminder of that night.

That was when the urges of darkness started to rise. A growing pain that settled in the pit of your stomach and rose to your throat almost like a scream. Your calm temper had grown shorter these days and with no other master willing to take you in during your last few months of training as you were too old and they were looking for someone with a more pliable mind.

You remember scoffing as you stood in the council room, an annoyed look suddenly spreading across your face. Not one free master would take you in so you could pass your trials. You almost threw a chair at the weak minded fools.

That was until you were placed in the care of Master Sol. He had graciously stepped up and offered to take you under his wing along with his current padawan. Master Runh was a dear friend of his and he refused to let her padawan be casted out.

“Yes?” He asked.

“My anger towards what happened to my master…” Your voice lowered into almost a whisper, “I feel as though it is getting worse.”

His gaze turned concerned as he lowered his voice, “I know what have you experience has been painful, but rage will only lead to the dark side. It was not your fault young padawan and I know that you will overcome this tragedy with great strength.”

“Thank you master, but my dreams…” You shivered as you remember them so vividly, “It’s always the same every night, but last night was different… It felt as if my master was warning me of someone.” You whispered, “There was…” A dark figure standing above my masters body.

My explanation was cut short as his former padawan butted into the conversation, “We’re nearly there. I was hoping you and I could talk before we go find Master Torbin?” Osha asked master Sol.

A torn look spread across his face as he tried to choose who he wants to help more… The sinking feeling in your gut at him looking back at Osha sealed your fate.

He started to say, “Maybe we could…” continue this another time.

It was the same thing you heard before and you raised your hand to stop him, “It’s alright. I should probably go get ready anyways.” You stood up from your seat and Osha quickly took your place.

“Another time.” He said again, an urgency in his voice.

You didn’t spare him another glance as you walked away, “Sure.” You knew you wouldn’t talk about it again.

You thought back to the figure in your dream as you followed after the group. Yord fell into step with you as he kept a watchful eye out.

“Your lost in thought.” He mentioned which seemed to work in snapping you out of your daze.

“I’m just worried for master Torbin.” You lied and a part of you hated the feeling, but you felt that it was necessary to keep the figure to yourself for now. At least until you can find out more about it.

“Mae has already killed Master Indara.” You continued, “Who knows what she is capable of.”

“The Jedi do not judge someone we do not know.” He said and his words twisted a not in your heart, “But I am confident that we will get to him in time.” He glanced at you, “There is no need to worry.”

His confidence made you cringe. How could I not worry when there was a Jedi killing assassin on the loose? Is no one here concerned? You thought.

It was safe to say that Jord’s plan to confront the mystery man was stupid.

“Or we skip that and she just talks to him.” Jecki said, “If he’s Mae’s accomplice, we can send her in. She can talk to him and we can record and monitor the conversation that way we have a lead on Mae plus we also get a confession from him. Seems like the most logical way.”

“That sounds like the better option out of the two.” You agreed.

“I’m in.” Mae nodded her head as she stepped forward.

“We will follow your plan padawan. It’s a good one.” Master Sol agreed.

That was all that was needed to spring into action on our mission. You watched as Osha stepped into the shop.

“Hello there.” You could hear her say over comms.

“Oh… Hello.” His voice sounded… Chipper. It seemed that he was happy to see her. Maybe he and Mae do know each other on a deeper level?

“Hi…” Osha’s voice trailed off as she seemed unsure of what to say.

“Hi?” His tone now held confusion to it.

“Come on Osha.” You muttered praying to the force with words of encouragement.

He continued sounding concerned, “You alright? You’re back so early?”

“I wanted to see you…”

“See me? Oh?” His light chuckle sent a pleasant chill you didn’t know the exact reason for, “Mae… Are you okay? Did the poison work?”

“That’s it.” Jecki looked up from the comms ready to go, “That’s all we need.”

“Pull her out.” Yord stated taking out his lightsaber.

You also made motion to grab your lightsaber, ready to head into the shop and confront the mysterious man before Sol put his arm out to stop you.

“Wait!” Master Sol’s sharp word had you, Yord, and Jecki all freeze in place. The four of you paid closer attention to the comm.

“You’re acting so strange…” The man spoke through the comms. There was a pause, as if he was assessing something about Osha, “Wait.”

Please don’t figure out she’s not Mae… You thought with worry.

“You killed Torbin without the poison.” He assessed with a light tone to his voice, “He will be so pleased.”

That seemed to be all Master Sol needed to hear as he said, “Go.” And pushed his group towards the man and Osha.

He was different than you expected him to be. A good way perhaps… He was easy on the eyes for a smuggler or was he a dealer? You weren’t sure. What you did know was how quick he was to sell out Mae.

You stayed partially hidden behind Jord. Your hood was up and your hand remained on your lightsaber as the stranger continued to explain himself.

“Wait wait…” He stumbled over his words as he tried to explain, “That isn’t my thing. This is her. I didn’t know what she was going to do with that stuff.”

“If you cooperate. We will consider letting you go with a warning.” Master Sol walked around him, assessing if he was a threat.

The man clasped his hands together, “Okay! Thank you! Thank you sir, ah… Please don’t do the memory wipe thing or whatever it is you guys do.” He held his hands up in surrender as he followed Master Sol’s movements.

You studied his movements, they were graceful compared to the nervous way he spoke.

“What is your relationship to Mae?” Was the first question Master Sol asked.

“I’m just her supplier.” He explained quickly walking around the room and using his hands as he spoke, “Yeah, I started out gun running for the hits and now I supply people like her with what they need. For the right price.”

He seemed to calm but too fidgety at the same time as if it were almost forced…

“Well maybe you could supply us with the truth.” Jord’s voice was stern and left no room for debate.

You hid further behind his stance as the man turned around. Not ready to reveal that you have been studying him intently to see if he was telling the truth or stalling for time…

“Who is he?” Master Sol asked.

The man gave him a confused look, “Ah… I? I thought he was with you?” He asked pointing back at Jord.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped past your lips, but quickly stifled it as his amused gaze tried to find your behind Jord’s frame.

Master Sol didn’t find it funny as he continued, “Does Mae have a master? Is someone training her?”

“Listen I have no idea what’s going on with that girl.” He stepped towards Master Sol, “All I know… Is that she wants revenge on four Jedi.”

The room fell silent as a grave realization settled… Four Jedi was stationed on Osha and Mae’s planet and Master Sol was one of them…

His eyes widened as an idea sparked, “If you want to get to her, she’ll be back here tonight. I’m holding some things for her.”

“Jord. Secure the perimeter. Keep an eye out for Mae.” Master Sol ordered, “Jecki get to the ship. Mae, you are coming with me and…”

Your heart beat quickly in your chest as Master Sol looked in your direction, “You will stay here and make sure that he does not try to escape.”

“But—“ Your pleas were left unanswered as he gave you a look. You bit your tongue and nodded, “Yes master.”

“Good. Let us go.” Master Sol stated, “Mae will be here soon.”

You watched with a knot in your stomach as your group left. How could they just leave me here alone with a stranger? You thought as you clenched and unclenched your right fist to try and keep your nerves at bay.

You tried to take a calming breath. You are a Jedi. You can guard an unarmed man. He couldn’t hurt you. This will go smoothly without any problem… You squeezed your eyes shut as the screams of your master rang through your ears.

You were alone then too… You but your biotin lip, grateful that your hood hid your face as you stared longingly at the door. You didn’t want to be left alone with a stranger… You couldn’t handle it, not again. Your breathing began to pick up, something that the stranger noticed immediately.

“So…” He spoke in an airy tone in an attempt to lighten the mood and get your mind off of whatever you were thinking about, “Who might you be Angel?”

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Linger

Pairing: Michael Gavey x f!reader Warnings: Angst, smut, tarot. Word count: ~4k

Summary: A chance encounter with a free spirited girl on a fresher's week night out leaves Michael frustrated, but is quickly forgotten by him. That is until he keeps running into her, and a battle of wills ensues.

Author's note: A (belated) birthday gift for @hoosbandewan - happy birthday, Erin! No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

Michael tutted as he flipped open his copy of Matrix Mathematics; a card had slipped from beneath the dog eared cover of the well used secondhand textbook, and fluttered to the carpet tiles beneath the table.

He sighed, pushing back the wooden chair he was sitting upon in the library, and leaned forward, retrieving the offending article from the floor. Flipping it over between dexterous fingers, he scowled upon seeing what it was. It was not the lurid yellow background, nor the floral smock that the figure upon it was wearing that offended him, however; it was the words in bold, black text across the bottom - The Fool - the term brought unpleasant memories of Fresher’s Week flooding back.

It had been the night of the welcome dinner, and Michael had been feeling hopefully optimistic. He had met a literature student named Oliver, and they had made arrangements to meet up in the common area of the Brasenose for a drink afterwards. It didn’t matter to Michael that Oliver was his intellectual inferior - mathematics was obviously the superior of the two subjects - he was just excited to have made a friend. It would be nice to have a conversation with someone that went beyond the realm of discussing which items to buy from the shop - the unwelcome dynamic between him and the girl staying in the room opposite him, who suffered from agoraphobia. He had unwittingly fallen into the position of getting supplies for her, as her condition left her too afraid to leave her room. She was the only person, besides his tutors and lecturers, that he had spoken to since arriving at Oxford. Oliver would surely change all of that, and it filled him with excited anticipation. 

The common area of the Brasenose had been bustling with other students, all shouting to be heard over the thumping bass of a song, the only lyrics of which Michael was able to decipher were “sexy back” - not his cup of tea at all. He stood taller than most of the people gathered, so was able to search through the crowd for the much shorter Oliver with ease. He couldn’t see him, though craning his neck, he noticed a throng of people hanging around one of the sofas in the far corner.

Pushing through the press of bodies, and narrowly avoiding the sticky, sweet contents of a large bottle of WKD Blue, slopping onto the carpet as it was passed around, he slowly approached the sofa and was able to see what was causing all of the commotion.

A girl wearing a purple scarf as a headband, dressed in a floaty skirt, had cards spread out upon a coffee table, the crowd gathered around were all trying to get a better look, with occasional shouts of “do me next!”

She’d looked up as she’d seen Michael approach, and a lazy smile had spread across her face - she was pretty, but prettier when she did this - it lit her face up in a way that was bright as pure sunshine.

“Alright, Specs?” she’d asked casually, “you want a reading?”

Before he could answer, she had slid the card that had come to live in his textbook across the table. Michael had felt his skin grow hot with humiliation at the words “The Fool” and he’d snatched it up, turning and shoving his way back through the crowd. It was more than apparent that Oliver had decided not to bother meeting him, and he didn’t need some stupid hippy girl’s theatrical mocking to confirm how he felt in that moment - he was a fool, but it was embarrassing to have that made a spectacle of in front of people who were so far beneath him. Vapid cunts.

Michael sneered at the memory, half tempted to simply throw the card away, but in the end decided to use it to keep his place within the textbook. There was no use in throwing away a free bookmark.

The night that Oliver hadn’t shown up became a repeating pattern - more often than not, Michael would make plans with him, and end up waiting for over an hour, before giving up and going back to his room. Most people would have sworn off the friendship long ago, however, he was lonely, and Oliver did show up sometimes; often enough to inspire hope in Michael that he might not be stood up again. He always ended up bitterly disappointed.

It had been half an hour since Michael had arrived at the Lamb and Flag, and Oliver had yet to make an appearance, his agreement to meet Michael for a quick pint during a free period clearly forgotten. He sat in a far corner, Matrix Mathematics open upon the sticky table in front of him, though he wasn’t actually reading any of it; his gaze was continuously drawn to the door, waiting to see if his friend would walk through it. He was beginning to wish he hadn’t walked here so briskly from the library, as Oliver was clearly in no hurry.

He sighed, lifted his glass to his lips and tipped back the bitter remnants of his now flat Carlsberg in a thick swallow. Fingers brushed against his as he was about to pick up the ‘Fool’ card to place it back in his textbook, startling him. He froze, eyes focused upon the chipped green nail varnish adorning the nails of the dainty hand that covered his own. Slowly, he lifted his eyes, looking up into the familiar face of the girl from the Brasenose, who had given him the very same card they were both now touching.

From this close up, he could see she had a nose ring. A green scarf now served as her headband, and she wore a pair of peacock feather earrings. She was every bit as pretty as he remembered.

“We meet again, Specs,” she said, that familiar lazy grin lighting up her features, as she sat down on the bar stool opposite him, “this is mine though.”

She slid the card out from beneath his fingers, holding it up as if to make her point.

Michael cleared his throat, finally finding his voice. “My name’s Michael, not Specs,” he replied defensively, “and you gave that to me.”

She laughed, a breezy, effortless sound that made her earrings dance with the slight movement of her head, before giving her own name, and correcting him. “You stole it. You aren’t supposed to keep the cards from a tarot reading. You snatched this up and left before I could even start yours. Haven’t had a full deck since – until now.”

Michael watched silently as she slipped the tarot card into the tote bag she had slung over her shoulder, before dropping his gaze to his textbook to make a mental note of his page number - seventy-four - since he had now inconveniently lost his bookmark.

“Quite an elaborate way to take the piss, I’ll give you that,” he said bitterly, closing his textbook and stuffing it into his rucksack.

“What d’you mean?”

He sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger, and fixed her with an accusatory stare. “You were trying to call me a fool.”

She laughed again, and this time the sound of it grated upon Michael, he felt like she was making fun of him yet again. He felt his skin grow heated with annoyance, his brows pinching together as his eyes narrowed.

Seeing his expression, her laughter faded and she took a deep breath before speaking, her tone one of reassurance. “That’s not what the card means at all. If you’d just let me finish the reading, I could��”

“No,” he cut her off dismissively, “it’s a load of bollocks. I don’t believe in any of it.”

“And yet one little card was enough to make you so angry,” she said teasingly, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, come on, one reading won’t hurt. Looks as though you’ve been stood up anyway, so it’ll give you something to do.”

His skin blazed hot once more, a potent blend of humiliation and anger turning his cheeks pink as he shot to his feet, snatching up his rucksack. “I haven’t been fucking stood up,” he snapped, storming away, ignoring her as she called after him.

She was right though, he had been stood up, and it stung to have someone else acknowledge it. How had she managed to catch him again at such a low point?

As Christmas had approached, pigeonholes had filled up with invitations from Felix Catton, who would be hosting a festive themed party within his college, spread out across the common area and the rooms of a few close friends, before they inevitably descended upon the pubs of Oxford. Almost everybody was invited - everybody except Michael and Oliver, it seemed. It didn’t bother Michael, he had no interest in fraternising with the spoiled elite, all wielding their parents’ wealth in exchange for good grades. At least Oliver would be free.

However, despite having made plans to go for a beer at the Eagle and Child, Oliver had once again failed to turn up, and Michael’s texts to ask if he was still coming had gone unanswered. As he’d walked back towards the Brasenose, feeling dejected, the muffled sounds of Christmas music and laughter emanating from the party inside had soured his mood further.

“Alright, Specs?” a familiar voice called out, causing him to turn towards the girl he’d walked away from in the Lamb and Flag a few weeks ago.

“Sorry…I mean, Michael,” she corrected herself, pushing off of the bench she’d been seated upon, and crossing the lawn towards him.

She wore a faux fur trimmed jacket that she held closed with her fingerless gloved hands. Her hair was free of its usual scarf, falling loose around her shoulders as the glow of the lamplight above shone down upon it.

He was surprised she even wanted to speak to him, considering how he had left things the last time they’d spoken. He shuffled from foot to foot in an attempt to mask his discomfort, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets to stave off the chill that nipped at them incessantly. “Surprised you’re not at the party,” he said, attempting to sound nonchalant as he nodded towards the Brasenose.

She huffed, a slight smile playing upon her lips as she looked towards the building then back at him. “NFI,” she stated matter of factly, “not fucking invited.”

Michael was unable to mask his surprise at her admission, his eyebrows raised as he studied her, trying to decipher if she was being genuine. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she said with a slight shrug, “my appeal kind of wore off after Fresher’s Week, they all just think I’m a weirdo now.”

“Fucking losers,” Michael muttered, the words puffing out in a white cloud against the frigid air.

She giggled, her eyes sparkling even in the gloom of the lamplit lawn. “Maybe we can be weird together?”

“You think I’m weird?” He asked, stiffening as he could feel himself becoming defensive at the perceived insult.

“All the best people are,” she said with a grin, reaching out to playfully touch his arm.

He blinked rapidly, not knowing what to say. He was at a loss, thoroughly unused to anyone, let alone a girl, attempting to converse with him like this.

“New beginnings, having faith in the future, being inexperienced, not knowing what to expect, having beginner's luck, improvisation and believing in the universe,” she rattled off, as she clutched her coat closed once more.

“What?” Michael asked incredulously, his brow furrowed as he wondered if perhaps she was drunk.

“Those are the interpretations of the Fool card I pulled for you. Impossible for me to say which of those applies to you, considering you won’t let me give you a full reading.”

“Oh…right,” he felt his face flush at the reminder, the sudden warmth stinging against the chill of the air. “Not sure any of those apply to me.”

“Maybe they could,” she said, her eyes meeting his as she stepped closer, “to new beginnings?”

Before he could respond, she had closed the gap, her hands grasping the front of his coat as she’d leaned up and pressed her lips to his.

Michael froze, not quite able to comprehend what was suddenly happening. The scent of her filled his nostrils, heady and sweet, it reminded him of the incense his aunt was so fond of burning. Instinctively, his lips began to move against hers - soft and supple and slightly coconutty. As his eyes fluttered closed, his head spun, his hands reached out tentatively to rest upon her waist.

She grinned up at him as they broke for air, both panting softly.

“What did you do that for?” He asked breathlessly.

“Just wanted to see what it would be like. I wouldn’t mind doing it again. Here,” she reached out, grabbing his arm, pushing his sleeve up, before fishing an eyeliner pencil from her pocket and scrawling her phone number on the inside of his forearm. “In case you’d ever like to do it again too. Text me.”

“Where are you going?” He called after her, looking from his arm to her retreating form.

She smiled at him over her shoulder. “To bed, and you’re NFI. At least not this time.”

At least not this time.

Her words echoed in Michael’s mind, making his pulse race and his cock twitch in his cargo trousers. She was the antithesis of everything Michael believed; she was spiritual, chaotic and he didn’t know the first thing about her, yet he found himself drawn to her all the same.

His thoughts were filled with her as he made his way back up to his room, excitement fluttering in his stomach at the thought of putting her number into his phone and being able to text her. So distracted, it never even occurred to him to be careful when removing his coat as he stepped inside, the sleeve dragging over his forearm as he tugged it off.

Fuck.

His heart sank as he turned his arm slowly, attempting to delay the inevitable as he revealed the smear of black across his skin, what were once numbers were no longer legible. He had no way to contact her, he didn’t even know what she was reading. He only knew her first name, and that wouldn’t be enough to track her down.

Fuck.

He slumped down onto his bed, not bothering to undress or climb under the covers, allowing misery and hopelessness to drag him into unconsciousness.

As the weeks passed, despite the eyeliner on his arm having long been washed away, she never left his mind. He looked for her in every crowd, but never saw her. Oliver’s flakiness grew worse, which served only to make Michael feel more isolated. He had allowed his chance for romance to slip through his fingers, and his attempts at forging a friendship were failing too.

Having finally coaxed Oliver out for a drink at the Bull, Michael had gone to the toilet, only to find their table empty when he’d returned. Looking across the pub, he’d seen Oliver sitting with Felix Catton and his friends. He’d completely blanked Michael as he’d waved to him, and he had left the pub with his head bowed in dejection, vowing silently to make no further attempts at friendship with Oliver Quick. If he wanted to be a bootlicker, then Michael wouldn’t stick around to watch. He’d rather be friendless than humiliated.

He had kept his head bowed as he’d walked away from the pub in long strides, so he failed to notice the person walking in the opposite direction to him. Colliding with them, he had stumbled backwards, falling into a sitting position upon the hard pavement.

Great, as if this night couldn’t get any fucking worse, he thought.

Then he had looked up to see that it had been her he had walked into and his eyes widened in disbelief momentarily, before he had seen how flustered and upset she looked.

He scrambled to his feet, straightening his glasses. “Are you alright?” He’d asked, reaching for her, but allowing his hand to drop as she’d moved away from him.

“I’m fine,” she said hurriedly, continuing on her way.

“Wait,” he called after her, “you’re not fine.”

“You never text me,” she said, turning around slowly to face him, the movement encumbered by the guitar case strapped to her back.

His expression softened and he stepped towards her, his tone apologetic. “I wanted to. I would have, but I lost your number.”

“I wrote it on your arm!”

“It smudged…”

“Right…”

He studied her face, she looked on the verge of tears, her eyes big and glassy, as her bottom lip trembled slightly. A surge of acrid guilt filled his chest. “I’m sorry it upset you so much.”

“It’s not just that,” she said, her shoulders sagging as she sighed, “I played an open mic tonight and I got booed.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, turns out Linger by The Cranberries is considered a bummer for a Friday night.”

“If it’s any consolation, my night’s been pretty shit too,” he confessed.

“Why’s that?” She asked, cocking her head.

“My mate ditched me for Felix fucking Catton,” he spat, failing to keep the bitterness from his voice.

She nodded in understanding. “Oliver, yeah? I always got a bad vibe from him.”

Vibes weren’t a social currency that Michael dealt in, but he failed to find fault in her logic. Oliver was bad news.

“I’ll walk you back,” he said, eager to change the subject. He fell into step beside her as they began to walk. “So, you play guitar. Are you reading music?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’d like to be a music therapist one day, or perhaps teach music to underprivileged kids. I just think learning an instrument is something that should be accessible to everyone, you know?”

He looked at her in quiet admiration. When they had first met, he had expected her to be studying something pointless like history of art, he had grossly misjudged her.

“So, you’re on the mathematics course?” She asked.

“How’d you know?” He looked at her quizzically.

“My tarot cards told me.”

He turned his face towards her as they continued to walk, narrowing his eyes as he stared at her, his nose wrinkled in derision.

She stared back with eyes filled with mischief, before huffing out the laugh she’d been struggling to hold back. “I’m fucking with you. I saw your textbook that day in the pub.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand you,” he admitted, as they came to a stop outside of Christchurch college.

“People are people, Michael, they aren’t mathematical equations.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not everybody needs to be understood completely, and that’s fine. You want to come up?”

He blinked rapidly, taken aback by the invitation. “To your room?”

“Well, that is what I meant, but we could try the roof, if you’d prefer?”

“God, you’re fucking infuriating,” he muttered with a slight smile, pulling open the door to the building and gesturing for her to go in first.

Her room was exactly as Michael had imagined it would be; colourful textile hangings adorned the walls, there was a dreamcatcher above the bed and a scent that hung in the air, similar to the one he’d smelled the night they kissed, that suggested she regularly burned incense.

He watched as she lifted the strap of her guitar case over her head, before carefully depositing it in the corner. She kicked off her boots, and sat down upon the small double bed, leaning back against the headboard.

She patted the space beside her and Michael hesitated, realising how out of place he was in her world. What was he even doing here? His lips parted as he stared at her with uncertainty, quickly glancing around the room again before he spoke.

“Why did you kiss me?” He asked quietly, rooted to the spot where he stood.

She looked at him thoughtfully, fingers playing idly with the ends of her long hair. “I wanted to,” she answered casually.

“But why?” He repeated, beginning to feel exasperated.

“You have kind eyes, and you’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met. Now will you sit down? You’re making the room look untidy.”

Michael relented, somewhat placated by her answer and sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled off his walking shoes, before stretching out beside her.

He clasped his fingers together over his stomach, not daring to look at her as his mind raced with thoughts. Would she try to kiss him again? Why had she invited him up?

“Not knowing what to expect,” he finally said, a thoughtful musing almost to himself, “I think that’s the meaning I’d take away from that card, especially when it comes to you.”

“You remembered,” she uttered quietly.

He turned his head to look at her and their noses almost brushed as he did, the silver of her nose ring pressed gently against his flesh. Her eyes shone with affection, a soft smile upon her face as she looked at him. Without thinking, he reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, the gesture a silent admission of “of course I did”.

“I still think it’s bollocks though,” he whispered as he leaned in.

“Whatever you say,” she murmured, tentatively brushing her lips against his.

He tangled his fingers into her hair, as their mouths moved together, his breath hitching as her tongue licked at his bottom lip. He groaned as the kiss deepened further, the sticky sound of their saliva driving him to involuntarily move his hips against hers as she shifted beneath him.

As their lips parted, she trailed hot, open mouthed kisses along his jaw, and down his neck, pausing to suck at his pulse point. He screwed his eyes shut in pleasure, his fingers tightening in her hair as his other hand gripped the bedspread with such intensity his knuckles turned white.

He ground against her with reckless abandon, and she bucked her hips back, hooking a leg over his hip, her clothed core rubbing against his throbbing erection with such delicious friction that it made white hot sparks of ecstasy dance along his spine.

She pulled his face back to hers, moaning softly into his mouth as their kisses intensified, the sound of it shot straight through his body, the telltale tightening of his balls signalling what was to come. He was desperate to hold off, to not embarrass himself from a simple heated kiss, but as she tugged at his hair, nipping at his lip as she rolled her hips, he knew he was done for.

He held her tightly to him, groaning as his mind went blank, aching pulsations of rapture made his cock twitch as he spilled himself into his boxers. He pulled back, wide eyed and panting, the moment he was lucid enough to, uttering apologies.

“Fuck…I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…I’ve never–”

She raised a hand, gently cupping his heated cheek, silencing him. “It’s okay,” she soothed, “new beginnings, remember? No need to be embarrassed.”

He stared down at her, her eyes were glossy and filled with sincerity, lips shiny from their kisses and slightly parted. She looked utterly radiant, and though he didn’t believe all of the things that she did, it was difficult not to believe in her. Perhaps there was some truth to being a fool after all.

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[oneshotnewbie]

Hi hi! How are you? I wanted to know if you could write something about Emily Prentiss x reader, where reader gets hurt (either in a case or an accident whatever) and Emily comforts her? I need a lot of angst and comfort🤭 I would appreciate it very much 🛐

Summary: The team investigates the disappearance of several people in a remote forest area. You and Emily are separated from the group while following a lead. As they move through the forest, you step into a hidden trap set by the perpetrator.

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The wind blew cold through the treetops, and the branches creaked ominously as the BAU team moved carefully through the thick, impenetrable undergrowth of the forest area. Emily Prentiss, walking in front, felt the cold seeping through her jacket and pulled the collar up. Her gaze was sharp, her hands tightly gripped the flashlight and her service weapon. The ground beneath her boots was damp and muddy, and each step she took made the leaves crackle threateningly.

Next to her, you moved, another BAU agent who had only been on the team for less than a year, but had already gained a lot of trust in the group. In your young years, with a sharp mind and a natural curiosity, you had quickly proven yourself to be a valuable addition.

Today, however, there was a heaviness in the air - the disappearance of four hikers in this remote patch of forest was a disturbing case. And the deeper you went into the forest, the more the darkness seemed to swallow you up.

"Do you think this is a coincidence?" you asked, breaking the tense silence. Your voice was muffled between the dense forest as you let your gaze wander over the treetops. "Four people, within two weeks?"

Emily shook her head. "No, and I don't think you do either." She paused and shone her flashlight in your face. You flinched from the sudden and intense light, your eyes narrowed. She, however, wore a mischievous smile on her lips. "We're dealing with someone who knows the area well. This is no coincidence, this is planned."

You nodded and looked around as she shone the light into the distance again, the tension in your eyes unmistakable. "I can't help it, but this... it feels wrong. Too quiet, too..."

"Dangerous," Emily added, meeting your gaze. "Normally you should hear birds here, small animals, anything. But it's like everything has retreated." She waved her flashlight back and forth, but the light seemed to disappear in the fog that was slowly rolling in.

"Hotch said we shouldn't stray too far from the group," you reminded, stopping to examine a broken, thicker branch more closely. "The weather forecast doesn't look good."

"I know," Emily replied, checking the radio. "But we have tracks here that look fresher than anything else we've found so far. Maybe we're closer to them than we think."

You knelt down and ran your fingertips over the ground, which was covered with old leaves. "Look at this," you said, pointing to a series of irregular prints in the ground. "These are shoe prints, and they're fresh. Someone walked through here recently."

Emily leaned over him to look at the tracks. "They're shallow and deep - like someone moved in a hurry. Either he was being followed or..." she paused and looked into the distance. This time you were the one to finish her sentence. "He's following someone."

A quiet static on the radio interrupted your concentration and for a moment, you both jumped. "Prentiss, y/l/n, how are you?" Hotch's deep, controlled voice came. Emily pressed the talk button. "We've found a fresh track about a kilometer east of the victims' last known location. We're following it to see where it leads. Nothing unusual so far, but we're staying cautious."

"Understood," came the reply. "Keep your eyes peeled. The weather report has changed - a storm is coming. Be careful not to get blown too far away from the rest of the team."

Emily looked at you, and you gave her a playful, quick glance. "Y/n is counting our steps and the number of meters we cover. We'll stay in touch." She lowered the radio, winking at you in amusement. "Stay with me. We'll follow the trail."

The two of you continued on your way, the dense branches of the forest becoming increasingly eerie as the light of your flashlights danced over the uneven terrain and the gnarled roots that protruded from the ground like fingers. The sky was covered with heavy clouds that dimmed the light of the incoming moon, and the wind increased, whipping through the leaves and making the trees appear like shadowy creatures bending under an invisible weight.

"Looks like we have company," you murmured, pointing to a small deer that peeked out from between the trees in the distance before disappearing. "Maybe not quite so dead out here."

Emily laughed briefly before nodding. "At least we know that not everything has disappeared." But the uneasy feeling remained inside her. Everything seemed so strange, so prepared. Neither of you had found many traces so far, the four missing people seemed to have vanished into thin air.

After a while you reached a clearing. The ground was soft, almost swampy, and in the middle stood several old tree stumps like forgotten guardians of a bygone age. You stopped and let the beam of light wander over the ground. "It's... even stranger here than back there."

"Strange how?" asked Emily, following your gaze.

You pointed to the ground. "No animal tracks. No moss on the stumps. They look like they were recently cut down. Why here, in the middle of nowhere?" you took a step closer as your eyes locked on an object on the ground, next to it irregular patterns in the moss. "And this - look at this."

You knelt down and reached for a scrap of cloth hanging from one of the stumps. "This could be from one of the victims," ​​you said, looking at the cloth. "That would be an indication that they came through here. But why through the middle of this clearing and not on the familiar paths.

"Maybe they were forced," Emily wondered aloud. "Or they were trying to hide."

At that moment, a stronger wind picked up, sweeping across the clearing, forcing Emily to push her hair back. A dull rumble shook the earth - the storm Hotch had mentioned was approaching. A cold tingle crept up her neck, and she knew you both had to be careful. If the storm hit, visibility would get even worse, and going back down could be dangerous.

"We should get back to the team," you suggested, straightening up. "Otherwise we'll be stuck out here."

Emily nodded hesitantly, her eyes still on the scrap of cloth. "Agreed. But let's go back in a wider circle - I want to see if we can find any more tracks."

The two of you left the clearing and walked further into the darkness of the forest. The fog thickened again, and the branches seemed to reach out to you like fingers as you made your way. Suddenly Emily stopped and put her hand back in front of your middle. "Do you hear that?"

You stopped, your ears pricked. There was a distant, irregular and rustling crack, as if something or someone nearby had stepped on a larger branch and it had broken into several halves. Both of you froze, your hands immediately back on your weapons. Emily nodded in the direction of the sound, and you moved silently and alertly through the undergrowth.

You followed the sound that led you deeper into the forest. But before you could run any further, you heard a loud crash, followed by a thunderous rumble. The storm had started, and the rain suddenly pattered through the leaves with full force, making the ground slippery and making every movement difficult. For a brief moment, you lost your balance as you tripped over a rock. Emily reflexively grabbed your arm and held you tight.

"Careful," she said with a smile that tried to ease the tense mood. "I don't want you to disappear here in the forest." You smiled back. "Thank you, but I won't leave you here alone. I know you need me."

She punched you lightly on the shoulder, still holding your arm tightly in her hand. The darkness engulfed you as the forest around you came to life and the shadows seemed to stir. "We have to get out of here," Emily shouted over the noise. "Back to the clearing, and then we'll find our way back to the team."

Rain pelted down on you and Emily Prentiss like a curtain of needles, and every step through the thicket became a struggle. Your flashlight beams broke through the thick fog that swallowed the forest, but visibility was miserable. Every beam of light was broken by the raindrops that fell on you like sparkling crystals.

"Damn," Emily cursed as she made her way through the muddy earth. The branches beat against her arms and the wind almost took her breath away. "This storm is getting worse. We have to hurry."

You were close behind her, your gaze focused but alert. "This is not normal weather," you repeated over the howling of the storm. "We have to be careful not to take the wrong path."

Emily stopped, her face tense as she tried to get her bearings. The path you had come was no longer visible in the raging storm. You continued on your way, the sound of rain drumming on the leaves and ground becoming deafening.

"Stay close to me," she said as she climbed over a fallen tree trunk and reached out her hand to help you over the tree. You nodded and followed her, the wetness soaking into your skin and the weight of the soaked fabric making every movement harder, but your brave smile on your lips brought warmth despite the cold of the outside world.

But then it happened.

A deafening crack echoed through the forest, followed by an agonizing scream and the collapse of your body. Emily turned around in a flash, her eyes widening as she saw you suddenly fall to the ground. The light from her flashlight danced down to you and she recognized the metallic glint around your ankle - a trap.

"Y/n!" she screamed, running the inches back to you. You were on the ground, your face twisted in pain and your leg caught in the razor sharp jaws of an old rusted bear trap. Blood seeped through the fabric of your pants and mixed with the rain that ran in rivulets across the ground."

"Damn, damn, damn!" Emily muttered frantically as she looked more closely at the trap. "Stay calm, okay? I'll get you out of here."

You clenched your teeth, your face covered in sweat and pale with pain. "It... hurts like hell," you groaned, trying to take calm and deep breaths. "I... I didn't see her. It was hidden under the leaves."

Emily swallowed, her heart racing. She knew that this type of trap was terribly dangerous - it could shatter bones and tear tissue. And she knew that the perpetrator had placed it here on purpose to catch his victims. "Stay with me, okay?" she said firmly, even though fear was at the back of her throat. "I'll try to open the trap."

Her hands were shaking as she leaned over the rusty iron blades. The rain made everything slippery, and the metal was cold and slick. She squeezed the levers, but the trap was old, and the springs were rock hard. "Damn..." she muttered, using up her strength. "The thing... is stuck."

You screamed as the pressure on your ankle increased significantly, your eyes squeezed shut as a gasp escaped you as the pain ripped through your entire leg shot. "Emily... I don't know how long I can take this," you whispered, your voice rough and tense.

"I got you," Emily answered, her eyes determined as she tried again. Her muscles burned and the rain lashed her face, but finally the trap opened a crack. "I'll get it!"

With one last tug, she managed to open the trap enough to free your leg. You quickly pulled it away and let the trap snap shut - a sound that echoed in the darkness. Emily immediately knelt down next to you, pulled up your pants and began to examine your leg. The fabric was already completely torn, blood was flowing in streams, and she could see the gaping wound where the iron had dug into your flesh.

"This is going to hurt," she warned as she ripped the loose piece of your pants apart and tied it around the wound. "But I have to stop the blood flow."

You nodded, your jaw muscles tense, but you looked into her eyes with familiarity. "Just do it," you whispered, your voice weak. "I trust you, but hurry, I think I'm going to throw up from the pain."

Emily wrapped the fabric around your leg as tightly as she could and squeezed with all her might to stop the blood. You gasped and tensed, but you held still. "We need to get out as soon as possible," she said quietly, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

Her eyes searched the darkness for a suitable place to hide, trying to remember where they could hide. "There's a small depression ahead," she said. "We can hide under it and wait for the storm to subside. We can't stay here."

You nodded, but your face was ashen and she could see you fighting the pain. The tremors running through your body, however, were seriously worrying her. "Can you get up?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear.

"It might be hard, I can barely stand on that leg," you murmured, reaching out a hand to her. "But I can try." Emily grabbed you and carefully pulled you up, taking your weight. She carefully slid an arm under your shoulder. "Lean on me, okay? I'll hold you."

Together you fought your way forward, step by step through the storm that pressed against you like a living enemy. The rain had now turned the ground into a slippery quagmire, and the weight of you on her shoulder made her sway. Her gaze flickered between the path and you, every fiber of her being focused on protecting you while ignoring the cold and exhaustion that was settling in her bones. All that mattered was you.

Every step was torture for you, and she could feel your whole body tensing up with each limp. "Hey, I need you with me, okay?" she kept saying quietly, her voice soft and soothing like an anchor you could hold on to. "Just a little bit more... we can do it."

But suddenly you collapsed, your legs gave way, and Emilly had to let you sink to the ground for a brief moment. "I... I can't do this anymore," you gasped, your breathing fast and irregular. "I'm... going black."

"No, no, you stay with me," she repeated frantically as she looked at your pale face, her hand on your cheek. Emily felt the weight of the situation like an icy grip on her heart. She lifted you up with all her strength and slowly dragged you to the depression.

There she gently lowered you to the ground, under a thick carpet of hanging branches and leaves that at least offered some protection from the rain. She sat down in front of you and her fingers slid over the makeshift bandage. The blood was already seeping through.

"You're still bleeding heavily," she said, her brow furrowed with worry as she saw the extent of the injury - the trap had left deeper cuts than she had first thought and the blood was still flowing steadily. "I have to try to take better care of that."

You nodded weakly, your breathing exhausted and heavy. "Do... what you have to," you whispered, keeping your eyes on her. Your eyes told her, despite the increasing pain, that you were lucky that she was here with you.

Emily reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. "I'm going to tie the fabric around your leg even tighter. It's going to hurt like hell and you'll probably get dizzy. You better lie down flat." Her voice was calm, but her eyes betrayed deep concern and panic that you were doing something wrong.

"It's okay... I'm tougher than I look," you tried to joke, but your smile seemed strained. Pain coursed through your body and weakness gnawed at you.

"Are you ready?" she asked and you nodded before laying down on the ground. With deft fingers, Emily cut the fabric of your pants further to expose the wound and cut out another piece of fabric. The sight left a lump in her throat. She folded the fabric carefully.

"You have to stay still, okay?" she said, her voice now soft, almost soothing again, as she pressed the fabric as tightly as she could around the previous wrap as an additional compress to increase the pressure on the wound. You dug into the ground, crying out loudly as the pain shot through you, but you held your leg still.

"I'm sorry," she murmured as she continued to work. "I'm so sorry. I know it stings, but you're doing great." she whispered, her eyes on you as she sealed the wound with slow, careful pressures. "I wish I could do more."

"You're doing enough already," you managed, groaning as she reached for your hand, took it in hers. "You're saving my life."

Emily paused, the fingers of her other hand still on the improvised bandage, and returned your gaze. For the first time, Emily felt that she really cared - not just as a teammate, but in a deeper, personal way.

"Okay," she said finally, tenderness in her tone that she usually hid from others. She picked up the radio. "I'm trying to reach Hotch," she pressed the talk button and leaned back against a rock to keep the signal clear. "Hotch, this is Prentiss. We have a problem."

There was a static, and she feared that the storm would make any connection impossible. But then came a low, distorted voice that she recognized as Hotch's. "Emily, we hear you. What happened?"

"Y/n is hurt," she explained, her voice shaking slightly. "She stepped into a trap - an old bear trap. We're hiding in a hollow southeast of the clearing. I've put some temporary treatment on the wound, but we need help urgently. The blood loss... is not insignificant."

There was a pause, then Hotch answered. "Understood. We're on our way. Keep her warm and awake, Emily. We'll be there in a minute."

She took a deep breath and looked back at you, who had her eyes half closed and her head tilted to the side. "They're going to get you out of here. Stay awake."

"Let's hope they're quick," you mumbled back, your breathing heavy as you tried to take a deep breath. "I'm cold."

Emily carefully slid to your side and put an arm around you to keep you warm. "I have to keep you warm," she said, rubbing her hands gently along your upper arms. "The rain and the blood loss... you can't fall asleep."

You leaned your head against her, and took her hand in yours. She fought back the tears that welled up in her eyes. In moments like these, when she saw someone so close to unconsciousness, she felt the weight of her job heavy on her shoulders. But this time it was different - it wasn't just a colleague she wanted to save. It was you, and her heart beat faster at the thought of losing you.

You know I'm looking after you, right?" She continued, trying to keep you awake and conscious, her eyes softening as they looked down at you. "I'll sit here, and I'll watch over you, like an eagle guarding its nest. I won't let anyone near you."

You tried to smile at her, but it was a weary attempt that failed. "An eagle, huh?" you asked, your eyes fixed on her even in the midst of the pain. "I... like that."

"Yes," she said, smiling back, though worry still had a firm grip on her eyes. "An eagle. No one can get to you while I'm here."

Her hand rested on your middle before her fingers intertwined with yours. She leaned closer to you to share her body heat with you. "Are you a little warmer?" she asked, your bodies close together as the rain continued to fall. She could still feel the shivering and knew she had to keep you warm in any way she could.

"I'm sorry you're in this situation because of me," you murmured, your voice shaky and quiet. You felt your strength waning. The storm had worn you both down, but you refused to give up.

"Hey, stop it," she interrupted gently, her brow furrowing with concern. "It's not your fault. We're out here together, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here - with you."

You looked at her, and for a moment the pain in your eyes seemed to be overshadowed by something softer - an emotion Emily had never seen so openly in your eyes before. "Thank you. You mean more to me than I could ever say."

Emily's heart seemed to stop for a moment when she heard your words. It was as if the storm around her stopped for a moment. "I won't let you down," she whispered back, squeezing your hand tighter. "You matter to me - more than I might like to admit."

For a moment, the two of you seemed sealed off from the outside world in your small, sheltered hollow. The rain continued to fall in thick sheets and the roar of the storm was ever-present, but in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth and closeness you shared. Emily could feel you relaxing a little and she remained alert, her eyes constantly checking your wound.

Suddenly, there was a static on the radio, and this time it was clearer. "Prentiss, we've located your position - we're about 500 meters away. Hold on."

"Got it," Emily replied, breathing a sigh of relief. She looked at you again and smiled, a soft, encouraging expression crossing her features. "Listen, they're almost here. That means you have to hold on for a few more minutes."

"I'll manage," you said, and although your voice sounded weak, there was a spark of determination. "But only because you're here."

Emily felt something loosen inside her, a knot of fear and worry slowly relaxing. "Good. And you know what? I'm proud of you," she said softly, running her hand through your wet hair. "You're strong, and I'm glad we're getting through this together."

The minutes passed, and Emily stayed tirelessly by your side, rubbing your arms incessantly to keep you warm, whispering soothing words to you as she watched over you. Her alertness was sharp, and her resolve unwavering.

When she finally saw the flashlights and the shouts of her colleagues in the storm, she took a deep breath. "There they are," she said, holding you even tighter. "Everything will be okay."

When Hotch, Morgan, and JJ finally reached you, Emily felt a wave of relief flow through her body. She helped them pull you to your feet so Morgan could finally carry you in his arms to the ambulance, and stayed by your side the whole time. "We've got you," she whispered to you, sensing the group's safety. "I'm not letting you go."

And when she finally saw you safe in the team's hands, Emily knew she would do anything to protect you - like an eagle watching over its nest.

[thewritingrowlet]

The Freshman, ft. tripleS Yoon Seoyeon

tags: first time, male reader

length: 5k+ words

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Today is August 12th, the first day of Freshers’ Week at your university. Professor Son, the head of Computer Science department, had asked you personally to be one of the seniors to lead a group of freshmen throughout the Week and continue to offer help and advice whenever they may need it, even after the orientation period has finished. She told you that she was very impressed that you were able to maintain a 3.7 GPA in the 2 years you’ve been studying while being active as a basketball player for the university’s team at the same time. You were hesitant to take her up on the request at first because you had wanted to take this holiday period to relax and gather yourself after such a stressful semester. However, you recalled the way your senior had helped you when you were a freshman yourself; how he motivated and set an example to you and your groupmates, so you put your holiday plans to the side, said yes, and become a group leader.

Your watch shows 5:30 am, you just finished the morning briefing with the other group leaders and the rest of the Freshers’ Week committee. In less than an hour, the freshmen will start gathering in the football field and you will start your duties as a group leader for these new faces. You are very nervous as you are not very sociable with new people, but you see this as an opportunity to help you be more comfortable being in the spotlight and present in public—the promised payment is too good to pass up as well.

You and the rest of the group leaders stand in a row while holding a sign with the group name and number written on it. You see the freshmen start lining up in front of their respective leaders, including yourself. Some look like they just woke up, others look excited to start their new life as a university student, as you were back then. Initially, no male or female freshman catches your attention with their looks, until the last freshman joins your group’s line. You quickly peek at the attendance list on your clipboard and find the name of this last person: Yoon Seoyeon, from Chungnam Girls’ High School in Daejeon— “that’s quite the distance”, you think. As you look up from the attendance list, you see her walking up to you. Just before she gets to you, you managed to pick up some details from her looks: big eyes, small lips, fluffy cheeks—she’s also wearing a bow tie in your favorite color, light blue.

Lock it in, she’s holding out her hand to shake yours. “Good morning, sunbaenim. My name is Yoon Seoyeon”, she says. You find yourself staring deep into her eyes for a second before replying and shaking her hand; you have never felt anything like this before—is this what they call love at first sight?

After that short introduction, you tried your best to shake off other thoughts that could distract you from doing your job on this opening day. Little did you know, today was going to be a start of something huge for you.

The day went by very quickly for you, as you and your group followed all the introductory programs prepared by the committee. You tried your best to be present for your group throughout the day, sharing your university experiences, offering them tips, and showing them your favorite spots for studying. Most of them seemed engaged and interested in what you’re saying, which you’re thankful for, because you found out that being in the center of attention like this is not easy for you. In the last 15 minutes before things are wrapped for them today, you express your gratitude for them and ask them to be more comfortable with you and not to call you “sunbaenim” ever again, resorting to “oppa” or “hyung”.

After every freshman left, everyone else started following suit and left to go to wherever they needed to be; their dorm rooms, their favorite coffee shops, whatever the case may be for them. You opted to walk back to your apartment, picking up food for dinner on the way, “pasta for dinner feels like a good idea”, you think to yourself.

As soon as you entered your apartment, you heard a buzz from your phone. The documentation team sent a Google Drive link full of pictures they had taken throughout the day, neatly put into folders for each group. You set your food on your desk and start scrolling through your group’s folder. After looking more closely, you notice that Seoyeon was always by your side in every picture, paying very close attention to what you were saying. So, you promise yourself you will try talking to her and find out more about her tomorrow. You feel your heart beating fast at the thought of getting close to her, and you think to yourself, “I don’t think I can sleep tonight”—that’s cap, though; you fell asleep at around 10pm, as usual.

A few hours later, the sound of your alarm wakes you up from your sleep. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but you need to get ready anyway so that you’re not late for the briefing.

You open your wardrobe after showering and decide to dress nicer today because you want to show Seoyeon a more proper style of yours, opting for a red shirt, and a matching combination of dark gray trousers and blazer. You hope no one asks you as to why you’re dressing as if you were going to a meeting with the board of directors. “I hope Seoyeon likes guys who dress well”, you mutter while looking at the mirror one last time before leaving.

At around 4:40 am, you arrive at campus and go to the same spot as yesterday to attend the briefing. The committee explains that we’re having more talks with the freshmen today to get close to them and see if they have concerns or other things they might want to talk about with their group leaders or fellow freshmen. You get excited about the prospect of getting closer with your group, specifically with Seoyeon. You can’t wait until you can talk to her, promising to yourself that you’ll show enthusiasm to whatever subject she might bring up.

Just like yesterday, you and the other group leaders go to the football field and wait until everyone arrives. Unlike yesterday, though, Seoyeon arrives first today. Your heart beats fast when you see her walking up to you with a smile on her face, “how cute”, you hear a group leader next to you say. You shoot him a quick glare which he misses, you don’t want other people to fall for her like you’re about to.

You take a good look at what she’s wearing today; light blue shirt and brown pants, “these colors suit her very well”, you say to yourself. “Good morning, oppa. How are we feeling today?”, she asks. “We? When did it become ‘we’?”, you think, getting ahead of yourself. “I’m feeling great, Seoyeon. I’m excited because I heard that we’re going to talk a lot and know each other better today”. You see Seoyeon blush a little and look away for a second before looking at you again. “Sure, oppa. I’ll tell you everything about myself and I hope you will too”, she says, and now it’s your turn to blush. You take a few seconds to muster up the courage to compliment her. “You’re looking great, Seoyeon, these colors look great on you”, you say to her, hoping that she won’t take it any other way than a compliment. “Thank you, oppa. I noticed that you were holding a blue clipboard yesterday and caught you glancing at my bow tie a few times yesterday, so I figured that you like blue, hence the shirt”. Your first thought is to apologize for staring but at the same time, you’re holding in a squeal of excitement because she has noticed your fondness of blue.

Soon, everyone starts gathering up at the football field; you see that some people from your group have gotten more comfortable with each other, some even have made friends with people from other groups. Seoyeon finds herself among some peers and seems to be comfortable with them, and you’re glad that you get to see how she’s able to present herself so gracefully and elegantly when surrounded by people. Deep down, you hope that one day you can wake up to her next to you with the same smile she has on her face right now. “We’ll see how today turns out”, you think.

You end up spending the whole day talking with your group about all kinds of things related to university life in general and being a student-athlete studying Computer Science. Seoyeon asked you a handful of questions, to which you replied with sincerity and enthusiasm. She was careful enough to not ask about personal details, keeping the curiosity to herself. You wanted to make sure that no doubt lingers in her mind in terms of studying Computer Science in this highly competitive environment. Others also asked for more specific tips for studying after being told yesterday that you’re one of the top students in your department and in the entire university as a student-athlete—you were never in it for the fame, but being recognized positively every now and then for what you’re doing feels good and fulfilling.

The day went by quickly for you, just like yesterday did. Day 2 made you realize that you really can’t stop talking once you start and you hope that you weren’t just spewing nonsense to everybody.

While the second day started similarly to the first, it will end differently. You see Seoyeon sitting at the bus stop, staying behind even after every freshman left and the evaluation finished. Feeling concerned, you walk up to her to see if there’s anything you can help her with. Hearing your footsteps, Seoyeon turns her head to see you, “Oh hi, oppa. I thought you had left already, why are you still here?”, she asks you. “Hi to you as well, sweet—I mean, Seoyeon. Well, you just stole my line, I was supposed to ask you why you’re still here. Is there anything I can help you with?”. You saw her eyes dilate a bit when you slipped, you curse yourself for nearly losing control of what you’re saying. “I-I wanted to wait for you so we can talk s-some more—if you don’t mind, that is”, looking down as she says the last bit. “Sure, let’s talk some more. Let’s go to that burger place, we can talk over some burgers and fries”, you tell her as you point to the burger spot across the street.

Seoyeon stands up from her seat and quietly holds your arm, and the both of you start walking across the street to get to the burger shop. When you two enter the establishment, you see Jeno, your favorite guy, working at the cashier. “Yo, what’s up, man? What are we in the mood for tonight?”, he says, friendly as ever, while glancing quickly at the girl next to you. “Jeno, it’s always nice seeing you here, man. Can I have a Double OG with no tomato and some nacho fries?”. You almost forgot that you weren’t alone, so you look to your side and ask the girl shyly holding your arm, “It’s on me tonight, Seoyeon. What would you like to have?”. She shyly replies, “u-uh, I don’t know, oppa. I’ve never been here before, but I would love to have a burger and some fries as well”, of course the freshman from far away is clueless, you dumbass. “Oh, right”, you bring a palm to your forehead, “well, can I have a Black Montana and some cheesy fries?”, you tell Jeno your extra order—Black Montana used to be your favorite thanks to the sauce they use for it, only changing because you wanted to try other things. “Of course, man, anything for my favorite customer”, Jeno says as he hands you two empty cups for the drink. You fill your cup with some cold water while Seoyeon opts for diet coke. After filling the cups, you look around for a table, finding one in the corner next to the windows—how romantic.

You pull a seat for her before sitting down yourself, replicating the gesture you’ve seen your dad do for your mom throughout your life. Seoyeon mutters a little thank you that sends a jolt to your heart, making it beat like you just ran a few laps around a basketball court. You sit on the other side after setting your backpack down on the floor. “So, what did you want to talk about?”, you ask to start the conversation. Seoyeon looks at you but looks down at the table soon after, so you just nod in understanding. You don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, so you wait until the food comes before pushing again.

Luckily for you, the food comes a few minutes later. Two delicious looking burgers, some crunchy fries, and a couple of bottles of condiment. You see a beam of excitement on Seoyeon’s face as she looks at the tray the waiter has just set on your table. She immediately grabs some fries and shoves it in her mouth, making her cheeks round. Soon after, she starts unwrapping her burger and takes a bite, squealing cutely at the taste. You choose to not start eating just yet, paying close attention to how excited she is when it comes to food and feeling the warmth that’s radiating from her. After taking another bite of her burger, she looks at you and notices that you haven’t touched your food yet. “O-oppa, why aren’t you eating?”, she asks with a full mouth. “Oh, I was just admiring your excitement for food. You like it?”. “This is amazing, oppa. Thank you very much, I love y—uh, this burger”, she blushes and looks away from you while you choose to act like you didn’t catch the slip and start unwrapping your burger.

Not long after that exchange, you both finish your meals, feeling full and satisfied with it. You hope that this is good timing and ask her again, “what did you want to talk about, Seoyeon?”. Knowing that she has nowhere to hide now, she gathers her mind and says four words that shake your world, “I like you, oppa”. You drop your jaw in shock, unable to say anything back to her for a few seconds. “I’m sorry, Seoyeon, but can you say that again?”, you hope that she won’t deflect and repeats it. “I said I like you, oppa. D-do you f-feel the same, by any chance?”, she repeats, maintaining eye contact with you despite the crimson hue on her cheeks. You remain stunned for the next few seconds, until you see tears start forming in her eyes. “Seo-Seoyeon, ye-yes, I also like y-you”, you reply while breathing heavily, forgetting how to breath. Satisfied with your answer, Seoyeon immediately jumps to the empty seat next to you to hug you, tucking her head under your chin. You close your eyes and bask in the moment; you feel like a massive weight has finally been lifted off your chest. Soon, though, you start hearing little sobs coming from her. You pulled her out of the hug to look at her and soothe her, “hey, hey, sweetie, are you okay? Don’t cry, please. I’m here for you”. “I’m just so relieved, oppa. I was so scared that you would push me away—you would never push me away, right?”, she says, voice shaking from the emotions. Your heart sinks to the bottom of the Mariana Trench; there is absolutely no way on this green earth that you would push her away like that, and the fact that she’s letting her emotions show assures you that she’s being honest and sincere. Peck her on the forehead to soothe her, “it’s okay, sweetie, there’s nothing to fear. I’m here for you, always”.

After about a minute, she finally stops sobbing and her breathing returns to normal. She’s dropping another bomb, though. “Can we go to your place, oppa?”, she says softly as she pulls away from the hug. You quietly thank your parents for planting in you the habit of maintaining cleanliness, which means that your apartment is presentable for guests all the time. “We can, sweetie, but are you sure?”, you ask her with the last few drops of self-control, your patience running thin. “Please, oppa. There’s nothing I’m surer of right now”.

You ask her to let go so that you two can leave this place. She wraps an arm on yours, more confidently this time, as you walk to the cashier. “So how was it, guys? Delicious as always, right?”, Jeno asks the two of you. “Amazing, Jeno, always. We’re going, thank you so much”, you give him a fist bump before leaving the place. He gives you two thumbs up as you’re opening the door to leave.

Soon, you two find yourselves on the way to your apartment. “Sweetie, c-can I carry you? I-I’ve always wanted to try it”, you ask, surprising Seoyeon who did not see it coming at all. “Sure, oppa, just don’t drop me please”, with her consent, you ask her to get in front of you and carry her bridal style for the rest of the way, carrying this 50-something kilograms bundle of sweetness with ease. You feel her start to loosen up and lean her head on you as you’re carrying her, transferring the warmth from her body to yours. You wonder how this might look like to people who see you, but it’s the least of your concern right now; you’re at the peak of your life and it’s only getting better from this point onwards.

“We’re here, sweetie”, you say to her as you reach the front door of your apartment, not putting her down as you open the door and enter. You softly put her down on the couch bed, extending it out so she can lie down comfortably. Peck her on the forehead again to remind yourself that it is really happening. “Would you want some water, darling?”, she nods to the question, and you go get some cups of water for the both of you. You then sit next to her lying body and put her legs on your lap and softly massage them. “Oppa”, she softly calls out, “what made you like me?”. Her question is a simple one, but leaves you speechless nonetheless. “I don’t know, sweetie. I just felt drawn to you”, you start, “you’re just so charming, and graceful, and elegant, and— “, your brain realizes that these words sound absolutely ridiculous coming from you, so it tells your cheeks to blush so that you stop. Seoyeon giggles softly seeing you stop so suddenly, “anything else, oppa?”, she challenges. You look at her with a serious face, which made her bite her lip in nervousness, and hover over her. You stay there for a bit and slowly go down for a kiss, nice and slow, to show her your genuine love. Pull away from the kiss and tell her softly, “I love you, Yoon Seoyeon, with my entire being. Would you be mine, my only one?”. “Yes, oppa. I’m yours and you’re mine”, she replies, her soft smile prominent on her face.

You spend a bit more time cuddling with her on the couch bed, saying sweet things to her. However, you’re curious about something, “so what did you want do that you asked me to bring you here?”. Seoyeon stayed silent for a few seconds before turning to face you, “I want you to be my first, oppa”, she says while looking deep into your eyes—that’s one more bomb she dropped on you; if you weren’t already shattered from the previous ones, this one will surely end you. “That would be a huge honor for me, baby, but are you sure?”, you say, still holding yourself back even though blood has rushed to your cock, making you as hard as a rock. “Take me, oppa, make me truly yours”, she replies while softly rubbing your cheek with her hand.

Still in control of yourself, you get up from the couch and carry her bridal style again to your bedroom, the lights turning on automatically as you walk in. You put her down on the bed and move a stray hair covering her face, “you’re so beautiful, baby”, you mutter softly. Your self-control running thin, you ask her one more time if she’s sure about this, to which she replied by lolling in your bed, “take care of me, oppa, please”. You stand up by the footboard and start taking off your clothes in front of her, being confident with your physique as an active basketball player. Seoyeon keeps her eyes on you, biting her lips occasionally as you take off each layer, until you’re down to your boxers, your hard cock making a significant tent.

You see nervousness creeping up on her, “is it going to hurt, oppa?”. You climb nto the bed again and pet her head softly, “it will be uncomfortable at first, baby, but we’ll get through it together”, you assure her. Your assurance helps Seoyeon be less nervous, as she gives you a nod and pulls your hands to her top button, indirectly asking you to undress her. You take your time unbuttoning her shirt, paying attention to her gesture and expression, down until the last button. You open the curtain that is her unbuttoned shirt and see her mounds covered with a simple white bra, “I know they’re not as big—”, you shut her up with a kiss, “please, baby, you’re perfect as you are”, you tell her with a comforting smile on your face. You then start kissing down her entire body; from her neck down to her tummy, earning soft moans from her. Give her a calm smile as you unbutton and unzip her pants, her nervousness returning to her face. “I know I sound like a broken record, baby, but are you sure?”, you ask, even though your patience now is as thin as paper. She gives you a nod and a warm smile, so you pull her up on her feet and take her clothes off, leaving her only in her white underwear.

Set her down on the bed again before opening a drawer of the bedside table to get a condom. Seeing you unwrap one and putting it on, she grabs your arm and tells you once again, very softly, “please be gentle, oppa”. “I will, sweetie, I promise”, you reply before kissing her forehead. You get in the bed again and open her legs slowly, noticing the damp spot on her panties as soon as her legs are open wide enough for you to get in between. You look at her once more before sliding her panties off, revealing her shaved and untouched pussy. “Alright, are you ready, sweetie? I love you, okay? Don’t ever doubt that, not even for a second. Say ‘pochacco’ if you want to stop, baby”. “Yes, oppa, I’m ready. I love you with all my life”, she replies.

She gasps as soon as feels your tip on her entrance, “be gentle, please”, she begs you. You give her a nod and start pushing in, making her moan just a bit too loudly. You feel yourself getting past her barrier, turning her into a full-blown woman—your woman. She muffles a moan with her palm as a tear runs down her face. You lean forward and hug her, then whisper softly, “are you okay, sweetie? I love you”. “I-it hurts, oppa, you feel s-so big, plea-please be gentle”, she says as another tear runs down her cheek. “I know, baby, but please hold on for a second, okay? You also don’t have to cover your mouth. It’s okay to let go, you’re safe with me”, you assure her with a peck on the lips and wipe her tear with a thumb.

Straighten your back once more and start moving rhythmically in and out of her pussy, earning soft moans and some high-pitched ones from Seoyeon. “You’re so tight, baby. Such a good girl for me”, you tell her with heavy voice between thrusts. “Ye-yes, I’m your good girl, oppa”, she replies with shaky voice. She’s just so sweet, isn’t she? You promise yourself that you’re going to spend the rest of your life protecting every little bit of the woman underneath you, keeping her by your side until the end of time. A few more deep thrusts and she delivers a breaking news exclusively for you, “I-I feel like something is about to burst, oppa”—her first orgasm is coming soon, and you’re the cause. “Yes, baby. Let go, let it all go for me, my good girl”, you say as you speed up your rhythm. “OPPA I’M—”, she screams out loud as her juice gushes out of her small frame, forcing you to pull out. You lean forward and pet her head softly, waiting for her to come down from her high naturally. “You’re such a good girl, love. Let’s calm down before continuing, okay?”, you tell her calmly, a gentle smile drawn on your face. “What was that, oppa? What just happened?”, she asks, still panting from the foreign sensation. “That was your first orgasm, love”, “an orgasm, oppa? Does that mean I did well?”, “yes, you did, my love, you did very well. I’ll get you some water, okay?”, you two share a small exchange as she relaxes from her first ever orgasm.

After giving her some water and waiting for her to relax even more, you ask her if she’s ready to go again, chasing for your own orgasm this time. “I’m taking your bras off and then I’m going back in, sweetie”, you tell her. You start thrusting into her again at decent speed, making her freed breasts bounce with each thrust. “Yes, oppa, it doesn’t hurt as much now. Give it to me, give me your all, oppa”. Her encouragement fuels your arousal as you deliver deep, solid thrusts into her, chasing for another orgasm for her and your first tonight. She grabs your right hand and brings it to her breast, hoping that you would do something about it. You palm her breast and squeeze it softly every odd second, getting ever closer to your orgasm, “I’m getting close, baby, very close”, “yes, yes, oppa, I think I’m getting close too”, she says while moaning softly. A dozen thrusts and you feel the knot in your stomach tightening—you’re close to the finish line. “Seoyeon, baby, I’m cumming”, you notify her. “Me-me too, oppa, let’s cum together”, and the both of you do just that; you feel her walls tighten around your cock as you’re cumming, milking every drop of cum out of you. Feeling weak, you just fall forward on top of her and hug her tightly in your arms. Whisper in her ear, “baby, I love you so much. I really do”. “I love you too, oppa. My oppa”.

After gathering your strength for a bit, you pull out and take off the condom, tying it into a knot then showing it to her, “this is all you, baby, you made me cum this much”, you tell her. You see her blushing before covering her face with her hands. “I’m gonna run you a shower, baby, wait a sec, yeah?”. You leave her lying down in bed while you head to the bathroom to start a shower for the two of you. You then go back to the bedroom and carry her to the bedroom to start the aftercare—"this was her first time, she deserves all the sweetness I can show her”, you think to yourself. “Alright, baby, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? Stand under the shower and face that wall for me, please”, you tell her after making sure she can stand up on her own, to which she just nods and does as you ask. You start by letting water run all over her then turning it off so you can rub her back all the way down to her legs with some soap, going up and down multiple times to make sure you don’t miss a spot. Once that’s done, you turn off the shower and stand back up while gesturing to her to turn around to face you. She looks up at you with her big eyes and a wide smile on her face, “oppa, I love you”, she says, getting on her tippy toes to kiss you. You lean down and kiss her deeply, “I love you more, baby. Let’s finish this, okay?”.

After getting out of the shower all cleaned up, you put her back in bed and lie down next to her to start the second part of the aftercare. You’re peppering her with pecks all over her face, saying “I love you” after each peck. You’re still curious about something, though, so you ask her, “darling, what made you fall for me so suddenly?”. Surprised with your question, she blushes and stays quiet before answering, “I-I think that you’re a kind and sweet and attentive person a-and heard that you’re a top student while being a student-athlete. I fe-felt attracted to you out of nowhere, oppa. I even asked my mom if this is what they call love at first sight, and sh-she said that it could very well be, so I decided to take the chance”—"what a sweet girl, that was a lot of good adjectives, too”, your heart tells you while listening to her—“and then you showed me your how kind and sweet you really are, and I couldn’t help but to fall even deeper for you”, she covers her face again after finishing her piece, visibly shy about confessing to you. Needless to say, you’re very satisfied with her answer, so you reward her with a passionate kiss, “I love you so much, Yoon Seoyeon, and I don’t care if I sound like a broken record every time I say it. Let’s put on some clothes before going to sleep, okay?”. You get some T-shirts and shorts for the two of you, putting them on for her. You also make sure that her clothes are hung neatly in the wardrobe so that they’re not creased since she’s probably wearing that again tomorrow.

You two get ready to end this eventful day by cuddling, getting ready to get some sleep. So, for the last time tonight, “I love you, sweetie. I can’t wait to spend more time with you in the future”, “I love you more, oppa. Thank you for everything”. With her last statement, the both of you drift off to sleep. You still can’t believe how lucky you are to have her not only fall for you but also call her yours.

[strawberrymochin]

Unkempt desires

Megumi meets gojo again 20 years later after the big battle.

Genre/Warnings-: reincarnation au! Grownup! Megumi, he has a family, our gumi all grown up, crackhead yuuji, mentions of death, flashbacks.

Megumi looked over the sea. Its waves glimmering brightly as the sunrays dance shimmers along the tides.

Something about it was nostalgic, maybe it was the warm fuzzy smell or maybe it was the azure of the water under the bright sun, which resembled the eyes of someone, who megumi was once under the debt of— Satoru Gojo.

Maybe he is still in debt.

The scar from the battle on his face has now faded into a cream color slightly in contrast to his face.

He wondered how gojo’s scars would have looked if he were still alive now. Would those millions of cuts on his skin prick him with the memory of Megumi, unconscious, fighting with him under sukuna’s control? Will they prick him like splinters of iron, bringing tears to his eyes? Lol he would probably just laugh it off.

The fact that he even wrote him a silly letter apologizing for something as grave as murdering his biological father, with a pun and a silly doodle included.

Megumi chuckles at the memory of how he used to hate those eyes peeking on him, especially on nights when he had fever. Almost giving him a heart attack.

Ironic how he hated them back then, and how he misses them now!

‘Megumi, let's make a sand castle’ he would say, on his days off, when he forced the fushiguros to the beach, to have some family time. You would laugh with tsumiki on those castles which barely even looked like one.

“Hey, dad! Let's make a sand castle!!” A little girl ran up to Megumi, tugging his hand and dragging him.

“No need to hurry y/n, the sand ain't going anywhere.” Megumi said as the girl kept dragging him towards the failed attempts of sand castles she made.

He now had a family, a happy one. One lovely wife he fell in love with(which he never thought he would) and one daughter dear to his heart. He named her after you, the only mother figure he ever had in his life.

It's been 21 years since then.

You were no longer alive, nor was gojo. Still the memories were alive. The memories which he treasured with an uncertain fear in his heart, he didn't quite recognise, until his daughter started to look exactly like you.

Her eyes resembled yours, her lips resembled yours, your face resembled hers, so did her curse technique.

His wife said maybe it was a blessing, a reincarnation. She was happy, so was Megumi, but it would be wrong to admit he wasn't afraid.

Afraid of history repeating.

Afraid of his daughter's curse technique to evolve.

Afraid of an uncertain future even beyond his capacity to behold.

Itadori barged into his office, wearing nobara’s skirt.

“ I'm Kugisaki nobara!!!!”, he went to such an extent on detailing his look that he even stole one of her eye patches.

“You're gonna get your ass drilled by her hammer once she finds you.” Megumi drawled checking through the files of the freshers who are about to enroll into their school. He's a teacher now, continuing what gojo dreamt of, so did Itadori Yuji.

“You're not fun. And you shouldn't use such language, if you're raising a lovely daughter. Wouldn't want her to turn like nobara or maki senpai.” He said, pulling on the chair and settling on it with one leg crossed over the other.

“Well, why are you here?” inquires Megumi, already full of his drama.

“To inform you that we are going to get a kid off execution.”

“Execution?”

“Yes, a potential threat to higher ups and society.” Yuji tapped his fingers on the wooden desk polished with varnish, his face slowly adapting to the depth of his statement.

“To the higher ups?”

“Mhm, yeah the great stuff gojo sensei did…I can't believe I missed such a great show.”

Megumi was silent for a while. The last threat to the higher ups ever to be born was gojo and geto.

He could never imagine someone could be more of a threat to them. Until and unless they find out about his daughter's curse technique.

“Let's get going already, I don't think they will resist the urge of killing the kid for any longer.” Itadori got up from the chair, followed by Megumi. (And don't worry he was caught by nobara midway who kept the drilling ass move for later and let him go to meet the kid)

Itadori was reminded of a similar yellow hue and the fresh flood of memories following it, some pleasant, some bitter that made his throat itch. However, someone who was more pale in the execution room was Megumi. As something wasn't sitting right with him. Every single step he was taking was increasing the dread he felt for his daughter's reality to be discovered. And he didn't understand why he felt like that.

Finally they came to the familiar hall and in the center of it was a boy sitting in a chair, his back facing them. He wore a navy hoodie and his complexion was pale. Even paler than Megumi.

Itadori glanced at Megumi before calling out to the kid, who was unnaturally calm, as if he were about to watch a movie instead of getting himself killed for bearing a burden he never chose to bear.

“Kiddo! We're here to save your ass for getting killed…mind facing us a bit.” cold sweat broke out on Megumi, as Itadori let those words out his mouth. Even he wasn't feeling good. Something was so, so wrong.

The kid stood up. His hair, a familiar silver. He turned slowly, for what seemed a long agonizing time. And when he finally did.

Megumi was numb.

It was him. The same eyes. The same mouth. The same hair. But it was as if time got tangled in its own threads and somehow the gojo satoru, who was long dead, was in his child form in front of their eyes.

Itadori gulped, he glanced at Megumi, before getting his shit together and shutting his mouth, preventing himself from gaping at the kid.

“I'd prefer you save yourselves from me first. And I wouldn't feel any remorse for not having a better judgment." The kid spoke in a voice, a lot less mature than the boys remembered of gojo. Then they remembered, the kid’s just 12 years old.

And Megumi was right. Something was so wrong. Cuz’ even if the kid looked exactly like gojo, he wasn't any like him.

“You shouldn't mess with satoru gojo.” He said, his fingers forming a hand sign, with slight blue light sparkling.

“Sensei…” whispered Megumi, which was barely even audible, and yet nothing changed in the kid's demeanor.

He was gojo. Alive and reincarnated. And Megumi knew it. But gojo didn't.

a/n- I was nervous writing this, since i haven't wrote for so long, forgive me if this is shit!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You wait. And wait. And wait. 

Each day, each week, your hope dwindles. Barrett doesn’t change. He’s not going to change. You know for sure as you watch him storm out. 

That’s why you didn’t talk to him sooner. It always ends like this. He gets defensive, you get emotional, and it all erupts. If he would just listen! 

You sigh and hold your chin in your hand. You look around at your small apartment. Even when you’ve just cleaned, it feels cluttered. You hate this place. You feel trapped. Or maybe that’s your relationship. Probably, both. 

You don’t think it was that bad to ask for a bit of understanding. All you want is for him to communicate. Instead, he sits on all his gripes until the bubble over in another rant about the squeaky bathroom faucet or the way you fold his shirts. It’s always on you. You’re the one who has to make him happy. Never the other way around. 

This time, it wasn’t the dishes or the mopping or the recycling. Nope. You’re not attentive enough. You’re depriving him. You’re punishing him by not having sex with him after working overtime four nights out of five. It can’t be that you’re tired or hurt. No, it’s an attack on him. 

That’s where it all fell apart.

You tried. Once you got past the frustration and tried to just let the waters calm. When you started talking to him again and fell back into your routine. You were both too busy to keep the fight going. And a few nights, you let him initiate but something would keep you from going all the way. 

Something... 

You saw Wendy last week. She didn’t mention anything about the night you went out. Didn’t mention a guy. She said she had fun and you should do it again. You told her you can’t afford it. Besides, you’re too tired. She called you boring. She’s not wrong. 

You get up and distract yourself. Well, it’s not really for you, is it? You’ll clean everything from corner to corner so he has nothing to complain about. You don’t need him to nitpick another reason to hound you. 

So much for time off. Once more you’re spending it in misery. You finish vacuuming then spray the couch with some freshener. Feeling accomplished but not less addled, you go to the bedroom and pull out some clothes for tomorrow. You’ll go to bed early and get a head start. If you’re lucky, you’ll be asleep before he drags his sorry ass home. 

You yawn as you stare at the time. It’s barely five o’clock and you could keel over. These days, you’re beat to the bone. You can’t remember the last time when you didn’t feel like a sack of dirt. You put your work clothes on the dresser then grab a fresh towel for the shower. 

You wash up, soothed by the warm water, and emerge in a hazy cloud. You go through the motions of applying the discount bin toner and moisturizer. You feel a little fresher. 

You tuck into bed and scroll on your phone for a while. Six-thirty. You black the screen and close your eyes. It takes as much to put you to sleep. 

You dream about flashing lights and the clink of glass. You’re swaying to a drone of music, spinning and swirling. The place is painted in streaks of colours as you keep moving. And when you manage to stop, the room turns on an axis, keeping you dizzy. 

Arms wrap around you from behind and pull you back into a thick body. You can’t escape. You look down and know those aren’t your husband’s hands. Where are you? Who is holding onto you? 

You try to turn around but it’s impossible. You’re stuck in the strange embrace as the neon lights melt and the air pulses with shadows. You push on the arms around you and wriggle desperately.

“Let me go,” you beg, “let me go.” 

Your words rise to a shriek and you wake up with a start. There’s a figure in the room watching you, as if waiting for you to wake up. You almost scream for real as Barrett stares at you. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay before he turns away. 

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” he grumbles. 

You don’t argue as you catch your breath and lower yourself back to the pillows. You can smell the tinge of beer left behind. He’s been drinking. You can’t begrudge him that, not really. Last time it got bad, you did the same thing. At least he came home. 

You cringe. No. Stop. Nothing happened. No one can prove it happened. Not even you. So, it didn’t. 

Your stomach mulches and you turn onto your side. The nausea roils in your stomach. You must be hungry. You didn’t eat. Yet the thought of doing so makes you even sicker. You burp and swallow down the mouthful of acid that sears your throat. 

Stress. It’s stress. And it’s not going to get any better. Not with everything you’re running away from. 

[disneyprincemuke]

that’s just the way things go * femdriver

when her and logan crash out in a race, well, now what?

pairings: sebastian vettel x femdriver, logan sargeant x femdriver

warnings: accidents, car crash

notes: i warned you all.

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

-> canada, 2024

"ready, kid? one minute until the race starts," she hears sebastian in her ears. "everything good?"

she looks around her, trying to look at the grandstands with what little vision the halo provides her. typically, she'd not be able to hear the crowd cheering. but either something is up with her earphones, or one of her senses has heightened.

there has been an uneasy feeling in her stomach that she's not been able to shake off since she landed. there's a ringing in her head that's persistent all weekend.

"are you there?"

"yes, i'm sorry," she says quickly, perking up at the confusion in sebastian's words. "everything’s good.”

“is everything okay? you’ve had this worried look on your face all day,” sebastian states. “are you nervous? starting in the second row for the first time in f1?"

she looks to her side, noticing the ferrari mechanics working on charles’ car. she sighs and looks right up ahead at max’s red bull in front of her. diagonal to her is oscar’s car. “maybe it’s that. maybe i’m just nervous.”

“don’t worry about it, kid. i’ll be here.” she gets a feel for her steering wheel — the same one she’s had since she started last year. but for some reason, it didn’t feel great in her hands today.

her steering wheel doesn’t fit her palm today.

“let’s try and fight with the front row, alright? don’t let max get too far ahead.”

she breathes as the mechanics start to disperse. “i told max to always check his side view mirrors now that i’m behind him.”

she drives out of the pitlane, watching the car passing her before she rejoins the track. "who is that in the williams? is that alex or logan?"

"logan," sebastian says. "he's got good pace, but you're faster than him. you can overtake him whenever you see fit."

"how much faster than him? can i overtake him this lap?" she asks.

"up to your discretion. if you think you've got enough pace to catch him eventually – you have the fresher tires."

"okay."

she tries, trying her best to catch up to the williams car. she grunts under her breath, stretching her shoulders as she braces herself to fight logan on the track again.

she smiles. she hasn't fought logan on the track in a while so this is a very nice change of scenery. she tries to fight it fair and square, but she's noticed – only now – that he's developed a different driving style from the one she's used to.

she concedes about three corners into the lap, trying to get used to logan's driving style before she makes the decision to pull an overtaking move that would push logan out of the podium spot. which, realistically, she doesn't want to do if she had the choice.

maybe she should just let logan have the podium? she's already had one for herself last year in singapore after all. but no, she can't do that. there's always been a mutual understanding that whatever happens on the track should be a separate entity from their friendship.

if she concedes and lets him have the podium, despite knowing that she could very well beat him on the track, she is lying to herself and logan. and oscar, who is ahead of logan.

whatever happens on the track, stays on the track.

she always comes close, only to have to pull away from the early braking point that logan seems to be pulling at.

"seb, i can't find an opportunity to get past logan," she speaks, turning on the radio. "i need you to help me out. he went to the alex albon school of defending, apparently."

sebastian laughs. "okay, just keep trailing behind him. i'll let you know when."

"okay."

the uneasiness has managed to creep up into her body again. she feels her grip around the steering wheel falter, and her legs lock up on her as she tries chasing after him. logan manages to keep her behind him for a couple of laps, probably 3 or 4 if she remembers it correctly.

but there's a corner that logan runs too wide. she changes gears, suddenly changing her mind about slowing down and taking it slow, stepping on the gas pedal and taking a dive between the williams and the side of the track.

"beautiful overtake, kid," sebastian speaks into her ears. "he's still very close. keep the position until the flag if you can."

"i'm not chasing oscar?" she frowns, glancing at her side mirror. "i can shake logan off at the series of corners ahead, i'm sure."

"okay, but no risky moves. play it safe because you're already guaranteed for a podium at this rate."

and she holds off logan, for the better part of the next lap. they've been fighting head to head for a while until she turns into the corner, deeper than she typically would have done to throw logan off. but it seems that he's caught up with her games because he's directly next to her.

but she's already trying to go for the next corner while his car is still trying to finish the previous one. and it happens very quickly.

his left front wheel is caught slightly by her right rear, sending both of them off track. and because she was going a little faster than him, she’s spinning out at a much quicker rate than he is.

she shuts her eyes, feeling her car being flung onto surface that doesn't feel like the track anymore. she lets go of the steering wheel and bunches herself up. why is she still spinning? it shouldn't be taking this long.

until she feels the car come to a rude halting stop, the side of her car completely buried into the barriers of the track. she heaves as she tries to process her crash. it isn't as bad as her crash the year before, head first into the barrier in the streets of baku at 200 kilometres an hour.

but she does know one thing. she doesn't know if this is what she's been dreading all day, but she's furious. despite the ringing in her ears and the growing pain in one side of her body, she starts climbing out of the car.

"are you okay?" she hears sebastian asking her.

she doesn't respond. she reaches up for the halo of her car to pull herself up and climbs out of the car. she's on too much adrenaline now that the crash happened. the pain is absolutely nothing to her right now.

she unclips her helmet and yanks it off along with her balaclava, approaching the blue car in the gravel next to hers. logan is already out of the car, slowly approaching her.

"it’s o-"

she throws her arms into the air. "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

logan tilts his head, only taking off his helmet now. "what?"

“yeah, what is wrong with you? you ruined our fucking race!” she scream, flailing her arms in the air. “why did you do that? you knew there was another corner i had to make a sharp turn for!”

“you went deep! you accelerated way too soon.”

“no, you hit your brakes way too soon! now we’re here! i don’t get my podium and you don’t get your fucking points either!” she turns away from him, wiping her face on the sleeves of her racesuit in frustration. “fuck you, logan!”

a soft knock lands on the door, immediately being pushed open to reveal sebastian with a small smile. he has a paper bag in his hand and lifts it up to show her. “how are you feeling, kid?”

“fine,” she answers firmly, looking down at her phone. “have you seen liam? he’s supposed to be back with my twix bars by now.”

“he’s on his way back from the paddocks,” sebastian nods. “logan’s doing okay. mild concussion, from what james told me out in the hallway.”

she looks up from her phone, the anger in her eyes very prominent. it almost makes sebastian wish he hadn’t said anything in the first place. she furrows her eyebrows. “i don’t remember asking how logan is.”

“oh. you don’t want to know?”

“no.” she promptly goes back to texting on her phone, shaking her head. sebastian walks deeper into her room, careful not to agitate her more.

she puts her phone down on her lap and looks up. she takes a deep breath. “why would he do that, seb? not only did he ruin his own race, but he also ruined mine! why would he do that?”

sebastian shrugs. “i don’t know. i’m sorry. i’m sorry you had to retire from the race, kid. but it’s not his fault. things like these happen, you know?”

“not to me! not to us!” she rolls her eyes. “he’s so reckless for that! do you not think so?”

sebastian hums, patting her hand. “calm down, kid. i know you’re angry. but you and logan have been competing with one another half of your lives. don’t be like this.”

she shakes her head, moving her hand away from sebastian’s touch. she folds her arms over her chest. “he needs to apologise for ruining my race.”

“we’ll watch the playback later, okay? don’t jump into conclusions now. don’t ruin your friendship.”

“you’re saying there was possibility i caused the accident?”

“i don’t know yet. i immediately came to your side after the accident,” sebastian sighs, shaking his head. “please just get some rest. worry about this later.”

the door opens, revealing liam with mick trailing behind him. “oh, hey, logan’s-“

mick cuts himself short when sebastian’s head snaps to him, shaking his head profusely. mick’s lips form an ‘o’ shape as he slowly puts his attention to the silently raging girl on the hospital bed.

“we got your twix bars!”

“and a pepsi!” liam cheers, dancing over to her with a straw in his other hand. “blythe said she’s on the phone your parents, but once she’s done, she’ll come right back up here.”

she nods, returning her attention to her phone. she scoffs at the notification at the top of her screen, a text message from logan rolling in.

i’m not apologising this time

she scoffs and puts her phone down. she reaches out to liam. “give me my stupid pepsi.”

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[cheriladycl01]

My love, is mine all mine - Max Verstappen x Norris! Reader x Charles Leclerc Part 1

Plot: Norris' Twin sister is also a driver in the 2021 line up and is in her rookie era. Not only do the commentators struggle to now talk about the pair in the race, but they also struggle to talk about talent. What happens when two drivers find her eye-catching.

A/N: A lot of back story explaining the 2021 season so far!

"So when we talk about the Norris twins, obviously due to Y/N being female it has pushed her career back further than her brothers, where she is debuting into McLaren alongside her brother we will be able to see a real test of talent"

"Yes i think it will be really interesting to see them both in the same team competing against one another while still driving for that same team. They have very similar driving styles and I can imagine them helping one another out when it comes to pole positions and keeping both of them within the top ten for points" Jenso replies to Nico.

This was from an interview at the start of the 2021 season, just before your first race in Bahrain. When Zac Brown reached out to you, you were more than happy to take up the offer. Being able to not only race alongside your brother once again but by being his team mate as well had you so excited for the season.

Bahrain went really well, Lando being in his 3rd year of Formula 1 and within the same team now felt comfortable in his car, and it had the pace this year and he came P4, you had some difficulties where you weren't fully used to the difference in the F1 car, compared too your old F2 but still managed to wrangle 6 points for the team in P7.

Imola came after a larger break where you and Lando got to travel home for a few weeks before and check on everything in the MTC before travelling to Italy. Lando got a podium in P3 and like the interview had said, he kept enough of a time gap to help you defend of the two Ferrari's behind you. You came P4. To say that Charles wasn't happy with this, as you knocked him down a place was an understatement.

Portugal was the week after and you travelled straight there, sightseeing with your brother, Daniel, Carlos and Charles. You would often leave them in bars and clubs and find yourself in cafe's and museums. Portugal wasn't as good as a race as you could have hoped, but even with car issues you still managed to get points in P9, while your brother came P5.

After this race, where you went straight to Spain, you started to get home sick. Only having your brother by your side as your parents and other siblings couldn't come out for the last few races due to their own busy schedules. Spain was an incredible race for you making you feel better for the next week ahead. You came P4 managing to overtake Charles on the last lap, which again heavily annoyed him, and very nearly catching up to the Mercedes in P3 while you left your brother in the dust in P8.

There was another break after this race, you and Lando both went home you saw Max and his girlfriend who you'd missed dearly and your family, then Charles had invited you and Lando to come spend some time on his yacht in Monaco with his younger brother who you knew of from the F2 garage when he'd been invited to come watch.

You had been nervous for the race in Monaco, it was a difficult track and so far, you hadn't been in a position where you hadnt gained the team points. However Monaco was clearly not your race, from the mixture of your nerves and car issues you came P12, while you brother stood on the podium, in P3.

The next week in Azerbaijan went so much better, with Max, and both Mercedes not having pace, you'd managed some effortless overtakes and insanely quick pit stops. You'd had a second pit stop and was on fresher tires that your brother so you were behind him, you were flying and going much quicker than him but your engineer didn't want you to go for the overtake.

You did anyway against their advice, pushing until you were behind Charles Leclerc's Ferrari, you went for a cheap move that you knew was safe but would have him fuming in interviews afterwards until you were up alongside Pierre Gasly, you were P4 and he was P3, driving alongside him you couldn't tell who went over the checked flag until you heard from your radio engineer that this was your first podium win.

You cried... of course you did. But this was the start of a rocky patch for you and Lando, he was fuming at you the minute you got out of your car. You were asked not to go for the overtake but you did anyway. He was yelling in your face angrily, taking away the beaming smile.

Lando hadn't realized you'd got your first podium, he was just angry that you'd bumped him down a place. You looked upset on your podium, a sad smile as you raised you trophy, stood up there with Sergio and Sebastian. They'd both given you a hug trying to cheer you up having seen on the TV what happened with you and Lando.

"Well done on your win Y/N" a voice startled you as you turned to your side seeing Max Verstappen stood there congratulating you.

"Thank you. I'm sorry about the DNF, France will be better next weekend for you I'm sure" you smile, a light blush held on his face.

"I'm also sorry about how your brother reacted. I've been in this sport for 6 years now and as a word of advise sometimes you have to go against what your team ask of you, you gained more points for the team today than you would have if you did stay put behind your brother. So take it as not only as a win for you but a win for McLaren as well" he smiles before pulling you into a comforting hug. His words had really hit you, nobody had said that to you today, but then again Seb and Checo probably didn't here the opposing radios yet as they'd been on the podium with you.

"Thank you, i really needed to here that Max" you smile genuinely.

"Hey, that overtake was so risky!" a voice shouts over, and thundering footsteps stand behind you.

"Huh?" you'd asked looking over your shoulder, Max's gaze following yours.

"Charles, leave her alone!" Max says with pointed eyes at the Ferrari golden boy coming close to you.

"No, she needs to stop doing overtakes like that at the last minute. They are dangerous and have no thought behind them, you even put your own brother at risk today because she can't listen to her own team" he yells his exaggerated hand gestures going everywhere.

"Her overtakes today was phenomenal. She just got her first podium, her brother has already spoiled that don't make it worse by being a prick" Max says, but Charles is fuming and too far gone that the stuff coming out his mouth is there from pure anger.

"She shouldn't have even had that win today! It's not fair, she shouldn't even have that seat!" he exclaims, Max gasps and you look down.

"Charles!" he exclaims, but before you can hear anything else you are out the door running towards the McLaren motorhome. You packed up your stuff saying quick apologies to the engineers who would take anything you left behind. You didn't have a car here so you walked from the track to the hotel, a few people spotted you but thankfully didn't interrupt seeing the tears streaking down your face. They must have seen both Charles and Lando yelling at you today.

You booked a flight to London for that night, you had your bags packed and sent to the airport before you had Seb offer to drive you to the airport.

"Thank you Seb, I really appreciate it" you smile, looking down at your phone. It rung with Lando's icon popping up. You pressed decline and put your phone on do not disturb.

"It's okay. I saw the videos of Lando and Charles with you surfacing. I'm sorry" he admits, rubbing your shoulder, as you turned to look away from him so he couldn't see the tears coming down your face.

In no time you were at the airport, you'd thanked Seb who promised he'd see you in France and asked you to let him know when you were safe and home.

You sat in the airport alone, your covid mask on, but you knew people still recognized you as you went through security and waited for the plane where they would take pictures of you. Some even came up asking for pictures or signing their merch, but where it was so late there wasn't too many that it alarmed you or security.

When you landed in the UK, your dad was right there pulling you into a hug, cussing his son out saying how he should have been there to celebrate the win. You cried to him, telling him about how shit you felt after what Lando and Charles had said.

"Lets go home" he says rubbing your shoulders.

As you both walk into the house, you can overhear you mum and younger sister on the phone to someone.

"No mum, I just want to know if she's home safe" you hear your twin's voice across the phone.

"Look hunny, your dad's gone to the airport but I don't know if he's got her yet. She's upset though Lando" you hear your mum reply.

"I know, and I know its my fault, i didn't realize she got the team more points because she overtook Charles and Pierre. I didn't get to apologize because she left right after the race"

"Because you were?" his mother pushes and he groans.

"Mum"

"No Lando where were you"

"At the club"

"Yes you were at the club, celebrating while your sister was packing her bags in her hotel room crying her eyes out because she gets her first win in F1, and her brother cant even congratulate her and watch her podium with the rest of their team? She'll see you in France but for now she needs some time alone" you mother rants at him.

"Arghhh that boy Flo, can you believe him. When i next see him, i swear to god!" she exclaims and you and your dad finally make yourself known.

"Hey guys!" you try to smile, but it doesn't reach across your face like they are used to. Flo immediately runs up to you pulling you into a hug. You started to cry into her again, before Cisca, your mother and father all join in the hug.

"Come, we'll order your fave tonight as a treat okay?" your mum guides as she sits you down at the table.

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[lilghostiequinni]

Not How it Started

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Single mom!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy,

Summary: It started with a runaway kid, your runaway kid, but it ended with you being happy and a mom again.

Requested: NO / yes

2022 - Singapore

Taking a 7-year-old to a night race wasn't the best idea, but it was for your birthday, your 23rd birthday, which was September 30th.

Having been to Grand Prixes before, with and without your son, you knew the relative gist of what was going to happen, and your son loved the fast cars as you did, something you had inherited from your own father.

Your son, Langley, had wanted juice, so you turned your back for 2 seconds just to pay and grab the drink. When you turned back, your son was gone.

While you weren't alone, you still didn't trust people with your son, except your father. You were waiting back where you were before, your son had wanted to go with you rather than stay with his grandfather.

But you weren't alone. You had two of your friends, one who was your best friend, and you did trust her with Langley, and the other you didn't trust and was supposed to help you if needed, but she also disappeared.

In a panic, you turned around in a full circle, yelling his name, calling for him to come to you. You raced around the Paddock, and then you returned to your spot and told your father and best friend, both getting in on the search for your son.

You quite literally ran into a member of security for the actual garage of McLaren in your search, and when the guard saw your fear-stricken face, he questioned what was wrong, and you told him that you turned for a second and your son was gone.

The guard radioed more security and asked for a photo, which you showed him, and when more security came and saw the photo just minutes later, you also went back to searching for your son.

If it hadn't been for this fear for your son, you would have been more excited to see Max Verstappen or Daniel Riccardo.

There was the threat of a thunderstorm; you didn't want your son to be in the cold or in the rain.

Being the nice people they are, Max and Daniel helped you search for your son, not leaving you alone, just in case something happened to you in your search.

Daniel saw Lando coming over to the three of you before you did, a kid in hand with him, and when your son saw you before you saw him, he yelled out to you.

Your head whipped around, and you ran over to Lando and your son, pulling the 7-year-old close to you and squeezing him impossibly tight to your body.

"Langley, you can't leave me. I thought something bad happened to you." You said as you looked him in the eyes after pulling him back from you a little before you pulled him back into your embrace.

You picked up your son and looked to Lando and the other two rivers who helped you, "Thank you, I now have to go find the security personnel for McLaren to tell him to call off the search. I really can't thank you enough."

Lando nodded and gave you a bag, "Your son may have won a few hearts over in McLaren."

You nodded and took the bag with a smile as your son tucked his head into your neck.

Daniel and Max nudged Lando in the ribs with their elbows, making him grunt a little.

"Let me help you find them, the security guard. Make it easier."

You nodded at Lando's suggestion and followed him toward McLaren.

2025 - Silverstone

You stood mostly hidden in McLaren garage, your now 10-year-old son, and with your now 2-year-old daughter as of July 5th, she was tiredly being held by a baby carrier, resting comfortably for both you and her, given your rather pregnant belly with twins.

You watched as your now husband of Lando Norris led the final laps of the Silverstone Grand Prix, with fresher tires with about a 6 second lead on Max and Oscar in 2nd and 3rd.

You rubbed your hands together as Lando started his final lap, the gap between 1st place and 2nd growing as Max battled it out with Oscar.

You celebrated in joy as Lando passed the finish line in first place.

You follow everyone else to where the cars are. You are let through to the front as Lando parks behind the first-place spot.

A quick weigh-in and he makes his way over to you after taking his helmet off, Oscar has also come over to you to help hold your son after he was weighed in after pulling into the 3rd place spot.

Lando took your daughter from you and kissed you, cameras catching the moment from every angle, Oscar putting your son down next to Lando to go to the end-of-race interview before the podium.

The team helped you through the brocade to the side with your husband, Oscar, coming back when Lando took your rather now clingy daughter with him to do his interview.

He also took her and your son to the podium with him, getting them off the platform and down to you before the bottles were popped.

For the other interviews and debriefs Lando had to do, you went to his driver's room with your kids, your daughter sleeping, and your son definitely exhausted.

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[ur-sick-and-married]

hi hi i was wondering if you’d ever do a julien baker oneshot with the premise of an argument/making up after? and an aftercare oneshot? (ALL THE BOOKS I READ SKIP AFTERCARE AND IM ACE SO I SKIM THE SMUT 99.9% OF THE TIME)

AFTERCARE

(Julien Baker x reader)

TW: very brief sexual content.

SUMMARY: Julien takes care of you after an eventful night.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I got you🙏🙏🙏 (and I’m working on the other oneshot)

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Your girlfriend collapsed beside you on the bed, panting. Your eyes fluttered shut as you caught your breath.

“Jesus, baby,” Julien whispered, reaching over to pat your arm. “That was so good. You did really well.”

You just nodded, needing a minute to gather yourself.

At that moment, you two were supposed to be out with friends. But, when you saw how good she looked, you felt like you needed her immediately. The feeling was mutual.

You didn’t even know what Julien had blamed the cancellation on. You didn’t really care. She had sent a quick text, then whisked you away to the bedroom.

After you both caught your breath, and your heart rates went back to normal, Julien tossed an arm over your waist, pulling herself to you.

“Hey,” She whispered, pressing kisses to your cheek. “You alive?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded. You were exhausted, and completely blissed out.

“Did I break you?” She teased.

“A little bit.” You muttered.

She hummed, smirking. “You’re really cute when you’re all wrecked, honey.”

You blushed, more than you already were. She always knew exactly what to say.

“Seriously, though,” She whispered. “You okay? How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” You responded. “But good.”

“Very descriptive.” She poked your cheek.

Your head always got so foggy after nights like this. She loved it.

“Can I clean you up now, darlin’?” She asked softly.

You simply nodded. You were so caught up in the pleasure she had given you. You were practically drink off it.

You whined a little when she started to get up.

“Baby,” She laughed quietly. “I just gotta get you clean, then we’ll cuddle, alright?”

“Fine…but I’m gonna miss you.” You sighed.

She quickly kissed your forehead, then went into the bathroom.

Julien came back a moment later, looking fresher. She slid on some clothes, a sports bra and sweatpants. She most likely chose the bra because it revealed the hickeys you’d left on her neck and shoulders.

She sat on your side of the bed, right by your hip. Her calloused hand pushed hair out of your face, away from the sweat on your forehead. With a warm washcloth, she cleaned that up, then went over the rest of your body.

“There you go.” She patted your thigh once she finished. “I’m done now, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Jules.” You said softly.

“No problem, darlin’.” She smiled.

You yawned quietly, feeling drowsy.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet,” She hummed. “I’m gonna make you eat something, you know.”

“I thought you said we could cuddle…”

“I swear I’m gonna cuddle you, baby,” She chuckled. “I just want to make sure you’re taken care of.”

“You’re too sweet to be mad at.” You sighed.

She disappeared again, leaving you new underwear and one of her shirts, in case you wanted to get dressed. When she came back, she had water and a small pack of gummy bears. This was one of her go to snacks for you. Something about the sugar reassured her that you wouldn’t feel drained.

“You’re so cute, babe,” You grinned as she slid into bed beside you.

“Oh, shut it,” She scoffed. “You’re the cute one here.”

“Come on, accept the compliment.”

“No. I’m not cute. I’m fucking sexy.”

You started laughing. “Julien…”

“You said so yourself an hour ago.” She smiled that shit eating grin of hers.

You blushed, and leaned over to kiss her. She immediately reciprocated your passion. You tugged her closer. The pull was weak, yet she felt it, and straddled you. She took your face in her hands, and broke the kiss, only to place a gummy bear on your exposed tongue.

“Are you kidding me…?” You muttered, and started to chew.

“Come on, baby,” She laughed quietly. “I don’t want to overstimulate you. You took a lot tonight. So eat your snack and we’ll cuddle, alright?”

“Okay.” You agreed.

“Good.” She smiled, and popped a gummy bear into her own mouth.

[elliespassagerprincess]

Mary - (ellie williams x reader)

for @fleshunger ty for being patient, ily <3

This story is based off the song Mary by Alex G, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading! There is another version to this fic! You can read it here:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: angst.

Summary: in which you left her to rot

authors note: lmao yall probably hate me for posting so much, forgive me pookies, I swear after tomorrow i'll post less....

Mary is the girl that I wanna kiss

She's got big red eyes and big red lips

She's got big sharp teeth and big fat hips

Mary is the girl that I wanna fuck

She's got leather heart and leather gloves

She's the only girl that I wanna love

"I wanna kiss her so bad" Ellie vented to Dina.

Dina rolled her eyes at Ellie.

She was in love. Really in love.

In all the years Dina has known Ellie she has never seen her this down bad.

"What's so special about this girl anyway?" She asked as she took a bite from Ellie's sandwich.

"What type of a question is that?" Ellie asked. She felt disrespected on your behalf.

"She's got beautiful eyes- and she looks good with red lipstick. Even without lipstick, her lips are so kissable"

A small smile appeared on Dina's face as she listened to her friend describe the girl she was so deeply in love with.

"She's got big fat hips too and I just want to eat her-"

"woah Ellie calm down, that's too much information"

Ellie's face went red with embarrassment.

"How'd you meet her" Dina asked.

"at a fruit Market" Ellie replied with a shrug.

Bananas or oranges?

Bananas?

Oranges?

Ellie was currently thinking about what she should get as she stood in front of the fruit stand. Since when was it so fucking difficult to choose fruit?

"If you think harder, much you might explode" she heard someone chuckle next to her.

Ellie turned to where your voice was coming from, her heart rate suddenly increased.

Angles are fucking real.

"um- yeah" Ellie responded awkwardly.

She cleared her throat and she fixed her posture.

"Bananas or orange?" She asked you.

What the fuck Ellie? Why would you fucking ask that?

You turned your head to look at the fruit, before you reached out to grab a banana.

"It looks fresher" you shrugged as you gave the banana to her.

Your fingertips brushed against hers, and a shock of electricity ran through Ellie.

Her palms felt sweaty, she couldn't breathe.

Focus Ellie. Focus.

"Thank you" You gave her a small smile as you started walking away.

'C'mon Ellie make your move' she thought to herself.

"hey wait!" Ellie yelled as you started walking away.

You turned around to look at her.

"Can I have your number?"

"That's fucking cliché" Dina laughed.

"shut up" Ellie muttered annoyed.

The two girl fell into a comfortable silence as Ellie's thoughts wondered to you.

Oh you would've loved this salad. You would've loved this ice tea. Maybe she should've asked you to come out instead of Dina

*ding*

Ellie reached down to grab her phone. It was you.

Her girl.

Not officially her girlfriend yet, but soon.

She clicked onto the notification with your name.

"Come over please"

fuck yes

Ellie jumped up, and she looked at Dina with a grin.

"My girl is looking for me"

Dina laughed at her friends excitement.

"go get her tiger"

Ellie gave Dina a hug as she ran towards your apartment.

Today she felt confident. Today she was the day she was going to ask you to be her girlfriend. You messaging her was a sign from the gods above.

Ellie's legs were hurting, and she was out of breathe but she was on her way to finally tell the girl of her dreams that she was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Listen to me, baby, I don't mind

I wanna be with you and waste my time

Give it to me, baby, I feel good

I wanna feel whatever you think I should

Sing it for me, baby, play my song

I wanna hear your daddy sing along

Mary is the girl that leaves you to rot

She says, "I am real and you are not"

She says, "I am real and you are not"

Ellie knocked at your front door.

She kept knocking and she's been standing outside of your apartment for the last 10 minutes.

Where were you? Maybe you were laying dead on the floor?

Ellie knocked and knocked but yet you never came.

Was this a prank?

She held the doorknob as she opened the door.

It was open this whole time.

Ellie slowly walked into your apartment, and she looked around the place you called home.

It felt oddly empty.

The little trinkets you kept around was all suddenly gone.

The apartment filled with so much life at one point, suddenly dull and lifeless.

Ellie's eyes went around the room and her eyes landed on a white envelope.

On the front was your pretty handwriting and Ellie's name decorated the front.

With shaky hands Ellie picked it up, and she opened it.

Dear Ellie

Or should I say banana girl?

She chucked remembering your first interaction.

I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you, please don't hate me. I truly never wanted to hurt you Ellie. But I know you have feelings for me. I don't feel the same way. I never wanted to reject you, because I valued our friendship too much. So for the sake of your feelings, I left. I changed my number, so you wont be able to message me. I'm sorry Els.

I love you.

Ellie didn't realize that she started shaking till she finished reading the letter.

She tore the letter apart and her knees buckled.

She fell to the ground sobbing.

You made feel so alive, but you just killed her again.

All the love Ellie had for you was rotting away into hated.

She loved you so much but you left her to rot.

[mikachacha]

𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: Bada just couldn't resist after seeing you dance and makes you scream out her name in all the ways she knows how

Warnings: smut. shameless smut. little to no plot. Nsfw so mdni. Please im begging u

(A/N: soooo we're back with these things and we're gonna start 2024 right. Also this is based on the request I got from last year. This is the filthiest story i've ever done 🫠🫠)

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"Oh hey baby! Perfect that you're home right now because.. There's something I wanna do with you." Bada could feel her cheeks heat up as she just came home and the moment she stepped inside the kitchen, she saw you sitting on the counter, dressed in one of those oversized coats with just lingerie underneath and those sexy, sparkly boots that she bought for you on Christmas.

"Oh yeah? And what's that something my pretty baby wants to do?" Bada asks, smirking as you get off the counter and walk towards her. She placed her arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her, an action that made you chuckle and place a soft kiss on her lips.

"Oh you'll find out soon enough, darling. How about you head to the bedroom now and get comfy as you will witness a show fitting for a new year." you told her and Bada could feel her heart racing with excitement at the mention of 'show' since she knows it could mean only one thing.

She headed straight to your shared bedroom and sat on the bed after changing into fresher clothes. She almost jumped when the lights in the room were briefly turned off but then a dim, purple light emitted from the string lights the both of you had installed months prior after moving in together.

"Oh? So you are planning something grand.. I should have expected this." Bada chuckles as you finally showed up. You motioned for her to sit on the chair that you placed in the bedroom earlier and she sat there without complaint. You gave her a cute little smile before setting up your phone to the speaker so you can give Bada this new year gift that you specially crafted for her.

The song began playing and you began giving Bada a lap dance and some strip tease but you made sure that you don't spoil her too much before you could even reach the best part. You could see the excitement and lust in your girlfriend's eyes and you're pretty sure about what's gonna happen once you're done and you've pretty much said, 'fuck it' because you know too well it's gonna be worth it.

When the chorus came, Bada was pretty sure that she just passed away and went to heaven as you stripped all your remaining clothes while dancing on her lap. It was hypnotizing, the way your body moved to the music, the way you were singing along to it, it just awakened something feral deep inside her that she didn't even let you finish the whole routine when she just grabbed you by your hair and kissed you on the lips. It was hot, messy and just full of lust. She didn't pull away until you were both breathless.

"Now you've done it, pretty girl.. Naughty girls like you should be fucked hard and good until those lips could only scream out my name as I make you cum over and over again.." Bada whispered to your ear and just those words sent shivers down your spine and dampness between your legs.

Bada didn't even give you a chance to think of a witty remark as she unceremoniously carried you to the bed and tossed you like you're a stuffed toy. You shoot her a glare and she just smirks as she gets on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head as she claims your lips once more. When she feels that your lips have received enough attention, her kisses begin moving south to your jaw and neck where she placed not so few marks on the otherwise flawless skin.

You were moaning and writhing beneath her at that point. You just want to feel her lips all over your body and her fingers moving in and out of you, preparing you for the good fucking you know you're gonna get. Sensing your impatience, Bada let go of your wrists and held out two fingers in front of you. You could feel your cheeks burning still even though you've done this multiple times already. You shyly took those fingers in your mouth and began to suckle on them, making sure to get them wet enough for what's about to come even though you're pretty sure it wasn't that necessary from how wet you already are.

While Bada got you busy with her fingers, her mouth was busy toying and teasing your nipples, loving how you'd moan against her fingers or try to close your legs but couldn't since she was situated in between. The way your eyes would shut tightly as your back slightly arched whenever her tongue would lick those sensitive buds. She loves seeing you in such a state knowing that she's the reason behind it.

She pulls her fingers out of your mouth and lightly grazes it against your heated skin, going south until it finally reaches between your legs. You felt yourself shiver and you could swear that you blacked out for a second as she worked her fingers inside you while her thumb rubbed circles against your clit. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time.

"Bada, please.." you gasped out and she looked at you, grinning like the devil as her name rolled off your lips with such desperation as you were nearing that sweet, sweet release. Without saying a word, Bada adjusted herself until her head was in level with your crotch. She temporarily pulled her fingers out of you that got you whining so she can place your legs on her shoulders and without a warning, Bada ate you out like she has been starved for weeks and your pussy is her first meal.

Loud moans and whines escape your lips, you couldn't think straight. Your knuckles are turning white from how hard you're just gripping the sheets beneath you. You don't know if you want to push Bada's head away or lock her head between your legs as she continues to have her way. It all soon became too much, your body trembling as you felt waves of pleasure through your veins as your orgasm finally hit. Bada lets you come down from your high before pulling away and sitting up, licking her lips with a smug smirk on her lips.

"Thanks for the meal, baby." she teases and you just shoot her a look as you sit up as well. It was your turn to please her to which you did. You help her undress and worship her, placing kisses on the spots that get her hot and bothered then proceed to eat her out like her pussy's the most scrumptious meal you have ever received in your whole life.

Bada could only moan and grip your hair as she was getting close. It was such a turn on seeing you between her legs with those sparkly boots still on and eating her out like a feast. She could already think of how much she's gonna fuck you until the only thing that comes out of your mouth is her name and loud moans from the pleasure she's gonna give to you.

It didn't take long for Bada to cum and she immediately tells you to lie down on your back as she retrieves the strap on from the drawer and some lube as well. You obediently did what you were told and waited for her to finish your preparations, anticipation already building as you're now entering the main event.

"I'm gonna go slow, yeah? Just tell me when you want me to go faster.." Bada says and you nodded your head, holding on to her free hand while the other was guiding the strap on to your hole. You flinched a bit from how cold the lube felt on initial contact but Bada's thumb has found your clit again, rubbing circles and distracting you that you didn't even notice that she was already fully inside.

True to her words, Bada went slow and steady for you to get used to the feeling. She'd give you kisses, whisper sweet nothing to your ear until you finally told her to go faster and harder to which she complied.

"Fuck! Right there.. Oh shit.. Yes, right there Bada please!" you moaned out loudly as she kept hitting your spot. Bada grabbed one of your legs and put it over her shoulder and began to pound you so hard that you could swear you can see stars and angels, among other things behind your eyes from how good it felt. You were babbling, you were begging, your brain couldn't form any coherent thought except for that hot white pleasure seeping into every fiber of your being. You could feel your orgasm closing in until you couldn't hold it in any longer, her name escaping your lips along with moans as your orgasm crashed into you.

"Feel good, baby?" Bada asks as you calmed down a little and you could only nod. You're breathless and you feel like you're floating in cloud nine as you came twice already.

"Yeah.. Feels so good.." you replied and she places a kiss on your forehead before pulling out. You thought she was done but you were dead wrong. Bada flipped you on your stomach, holding you up by the waist as she entered you once more from behind. Your eyes rolled back as she began fucking you from behind. It felt so good that you don't know what to do other than just grip the sheets and moan out your girlfriend's name. It was wild, it was hot and definitely the best fuck you've ever had with her pulling your hair and sometimes smacking your buttocks as she rails you hard from behind.

You don't know how much time has passed or how many times you came that night. It all felt like a blur that when Bada was finally done with you, you only drank some water and fell asleep immediately with a tired yet satisfied smile on your lips. Bada couldn't help but smile as well as she cleans you up and dresses you in comfortable clothes before finally tucking you in with a kiss on you head.

"I love you, Y/N. So much.." she whispers as she soon falls into a deep slumber, holding you in her arms.

[yaniluvs]

𝒾 ┆ ✦ (현진) : JUST FINE “ 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠𝘩 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒! ” ── you have a crush on your own best friend, and you're scared of confessing. all because of 'her'.

𝒊n𝒅ex | 𝒏e𝒙t ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𓍯 dancerbsf!hyunjin ʚଓ dancerfem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ） 534wc ── ༯ SERIES, angst, drama, mature themes, fluff, comfort, suggestive, petnames, unrequited love, melancholy, one sided, skz ensemble, uni au. ⸝⸝𓂃 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲. /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི

yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ my first series !! hyune's ig live motivated me to write this as a oneshot, but i got angst ideas and now it's a series !! there's a lot to come, i hope you look forward to it. taglist for all fics/this series is open, so are requests. i'll try to stay as consistent as i can ;3. comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy reading <3

“seriously?” 

his voice shot through, brows furrowing in confusion as he ran his fingers through his freshly-permed, raven strands. 

“you’re saying you’ve never— ever, slept or made out with a guy?”

“how are we still on this topic?” 

the brunette that was nicely settled on her bed, whined, eyes quickly skimming through her economics course-book. she tapped her pen against the page, trying to focus. 

“i thought we were over this. yes, hyunjin, i’m so pathetic and picky that i’ve never slept or kissed a guy. can we end it here, please?”

he leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her life like it was some biography project. 

“what about that guy at the freshers’ party?”

“we had just met?” she sighed, flipping the pages of her textbook a little too forcefully.

he wasn't ready to drop the subject just yet. 

"but you guys were flirting the whole night. i thought for sure something happened after i left."

“flirting? you call conversing about similar interests— in this case, songwriting, flirting now? while your tongue was figuratively and practically down—” 

she got up from the bed, her voice wavering the tiniest bit, the twinkle in her eyes, fading just a tad. to which she continued by clearing her throat. 

“..seori’s throat the whole evening?” a glare was shot his way, as she walked towards him, or rather her desk he was nestled near, grabbing a pair of her pastel highlighters.

hyunjin's eyebrows furrowed further at her jab, but there was a softness in his gaze as he watched her. he knew her well enough to catch the shift in her tone, the subtle way her defences went up whenever this topic came around. they'd shared everything growing up—secrets, dreams, fears—yet, there were still things he couldn't quite figure out about her.

the soft sound in the background was like a lullaby, weaving through the air with a bittersweet elegance. the ethereal notes of "apocalypse" by cigarettes after sex drifted like whispered secrets, mingling with the soft hum of the room. its dreamy, hazy paints brushed over the room like on a canvas, accentuating the gravity of their conversation as if the song itself was echoing their unspoken intentions.

with her gaze lingering on him a moment longer, tracing the familiar curves of his face— her eyes flickered with a blend of frustration and vulnerability. 

those sharp yet calm eyes that seemed to pierce through her defences, his plump lips that moved so delicately, spilling words that always made her heart clench just a little too tight. 

there was a melancholy in the way her eyes looked at him, betraying a sadness she kept buried deep in the shadows, the familiar glint absent.

for a brief moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to close the distance between them.

to let the words she never dared to speak tumble out. 

to feel those pink lips on hers, once again.

to let the outer world fade away in a muted embrace, even if it lasted just a mere minute.

but— there are always buts, right?

but— those lips could never belong to her.

but, he could never be hers.