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be-my-sunrise · 7 months

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Late Night Grind || p.js

pairings: idol bf!jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors pls dni

word count: 3,261

warnings: use of a sex toy, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (baby and princess), use of derogatory terms (reader being called a slut once), unprotected sex, choking, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, creampie. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: hii! this is my first time sharing my work here and i'm kinda nervous. jisung has been living in my head rent-free 24/7😩 plus i found this sex toy on tiktok and it inspired me to write for jisung. also, thank you @jenoslutie for encouraging me to start a writing blog and share my own work<3 it started from these asks and now i'm here to share the full version hehe i hope you enjoy it!

You're snuggling in a blanket on bed, scrolling through tiktok on your phone while waiting for Jisung to come home. Letting out a sigh as you plop the hand holding your phone down on the bed. You've been home all day since it's a Saturday and you're starting to get bored.

"I should be back home before 10, baby. I'll text you when I arrive, okay? See you soon!" He said earlier before leaving for practice.

You glance at the time on your phone to see that it's now 11pm and Jisung is still not home. You were about to text him when you hear keys fumbling outside, and then you hear Jisung call out your name as he enters your shared apartment.

"Baby, I'm home!"

You open the bedroom door and smile when you see Jisung standing at the small entryway to take his shoes off, his face lit up when he sees you. You cross the room slightly running to hug Jisung, burying your face in his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

"Hi princess," he says while stroking your hair gently.

"What took you so long? I missed you." You pout, voice muffled by Jisung's chest.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. We had lots to prepare today, so practice went a bit longer than usual," he says as he rests his chin comfortably on the top of your head. He pulls away after a while and notices that you're only wearing his favorite black Adidas jacket, which falls perfectly on the middle of your thighs.

"Hey, you found my jacket! I looked for it everywhere this morning, where did you find it?"

You looked down at the jacket and smiled. "Well.. It was on my side of the closet, so I guess it's mine now." Jisung raises his eyebrows as he pulls you closer to wrap his arms around your waist.

"Oh, is that so?" he says playfully.

"Mhmm," you giggle. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him. Jisung breaks the kiss to say, "It looks better on you anyway," before connecting his lips on yours once again.

As the kiss deepens, he slowly pushes you until your back hits the wall. His hands roaming freely, sneaking inside the jacket to feel the curves of your body before giving your ass a squeeze, earning a yelp from you. A minute passed and both of you pulled away to catch your breath. Jisung rests his forehead against yours, hands never leaving your body.

"Feeling a bit handsy, hm?" you ask teasingly as you play with the hair on his nape.

"Can't help it. I have a surprise for you, baby. But, I have to clean it before we can use it, just to be safe," he said.

Your tilt your head to the side, looking up at him, "Oohh what kind of surprise?" Jisung smirks, "Go wait for me on the couch, I'll be right back."

He gives you a peck on the lips before letting you go, slapping your ass playfully as you walk. You sit on the couch, excited for the surprise Jisung has for you. Not long after, you hear Jisung's footsteps getting closer.

"All done! Before I show you, can you please just close your eyes for me?"

You close your eyes and you hear Jisung walking around the couch. He suddenly lifts you up with ease, making you squeal in surprise. He sits both of you on the couch with you sitting on top of his left thigh, slightly flinching at the strange object poking the inside of your thighs.

"Okay, you can take a look now!" You open your eyes and look down to see a very strange looking pad strapped on his thigh.

"Ji, what is this?" You run your fingers over the tentacles.

"I saw this on tiktok the other day and I know how much you love to grind on my thigh, so I bought it to try with you," he explains enthusiastically. You smile and bite your lower lip, stomach fluttering from the excitement and at his thoughtfulness.

"Let's not wait any longer then," you say before leaning in for a kiss.

Jisung's hands grips your ass, slowly massaging the cheeks with his palms, making you hum into the kiss. You can feel him tugging on your panties impatiently. He was about to rip it off, but you were quick to stop him. Quickly pulling away and getting up from his lap.

"Wait, no! This is one of my most comfy pairs!" You hook your fingers on the waistband of your panties to pull it down. Jisung laughs in disbelief, leaving soft kisses along your thighs as he helps you.

"Sorry, I've been thinking about this the entire day. The package arrived not long after I left and I couldn't wait to try it," he says, grinning as he looks up to see you.

You giggle at his story, "Ohh, Jisung, you're so cute when you're all impatient."

"Giggle all you want, I was literally so close to ditching practice and run back home." Jisung unclasped the strap to turn on the vibration switch and strapped it back to his thigh. He grabbed the bottle of lube next to him and poured it all over the toy evenly.

"Well, then. I think we should make up for lost time."

You grab onto Jisung's shoulder as you position yourself on his thigh again, letting out a soft sigh of relief when you feel the vibration from the toy. You bite back a moan as you start to slowly grind against the tentacles.

"Don't hold back, baby. I want to hear your pretty moans."

He slightly lifts up the jacket and holds it on your waist to have a clear view of your pussy, swearing under his breath as you start to pick up the pace. You moan out from the stimulation, hands gripping Jisung's shoulders. Jisung leans in to leave kisses on your neck trailing down to your chest before unzipping the jacket completely. He smirks when he sees that you're not wearing any bra underneath.

You let out a loud gasp when you feel Jisung's plump lips around one of your nipples and rolling the other one between his fingers. His tongue flicking back and forth against the hardened bud before doing the same with the other, the sudden cold air sends shivers down your spine.

"S-shit, it feels so good," you say with a shaky voice.

Jisung leans his head against the backrest, the vibration from the toy is enough to make him dizzy from the sensation. He's so hard he can feel his cock twitching in his pants, especially with the view in front of him. Jaw dropping with moans spilling from your mouth, eyes closing as you grind on his thigh, wearing nothing but his jacket, which hangs loosely from your figure. Fuck, the sight itself could make him cum untouched. He would flutter his eyes close every time your knee brushes against his bulge. His breath gets shallow as he becomes more and more aroused. You move your hips faster as you start to feel the familiar knot in your stomach.

"Fuck, baby. You look so pretty like this. Riding my thigh so desperately like a little slut," he paused. "I can't stop thinking about you, I kept getting in trouble for not focusing during practice."

He notices that your moves start to get sloppy, so he puts his hands on your hips to help guide you, while pushing your hips down as well to apply more pressure to your clit.

"Oh my- fuck, I'm so close."

"That's it, baby, cum for me."

You moan loudly as you reach your climax, dropping your body on top of Jisung. Digging your nails on his shoulder as you ride out your high, making him hiss in pain. Once you come down from your high, you lift your hips weakly to sit on Jisung's thigh that is not covered with the pad, leaving a wet patch on his pants from your release. He rubs your back as he waits for you to catch your breath. When you start to calm down, you lift your head to kiss Jisung.

"That was intense," you giggle. Jisung smiles, "you have no idea how hard you make me just from watching you." You push yourself up to look at his situation. Jisung let out a loud moan when your knees bump against his cock, the prominent bulge almost looks painful.

"My turn now."

Jisung grabs your waist and pushes you down gently on the couch while getting down on his knees as well. A soft moan falls from your lips at the sight of his toned body as he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere across the room. He leaves kisses on the inside of your thigh, inching closer to your center. You suck in a sharp breath when he suddenly licks a stripe up your slit, collecting your release on his tongue. He groans from the taste of you.

You lift your head to see him looking up at you and you swear you see his eyes darken. He smirks before flattening his tongue, your hips jerking up as his tongue brushes against your clit. You try to wiggle away as you're still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Jisung clicked his tongue in annoyance before hooking his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, holding you in place as he pressed his tongue on your clit again. You whimper, pulling on his hair to push him away, but he did not budge at all.

"Don't even think about stopping me, baby." He says lowly, his deep voice laced with warning.

He closed his lips on your clit and sucked the sensitive bud, making your legs tremble from the overstimulation as he continued. Slowly, your whimpers turn to moans, and the hand pulling on his hair is now pushing his head closer. Jisung hums in satisfaction around your clit, the vibration making you moan loudly. He looks up at you through his lashes, palms moving up to grip your tits. Just as you start to feel close, he suddenly stops and pulls his lips away from your clit. Hips humping the air at the sudden loss, making you whimper.

"No, don't stop! Please, I'm so close," you begged, tears pricking in your eyes.

"Get up." He says as he stands up and pulls you along with him. Your legs felt like jelly, causing you to almost fall over if Jisung hadn't caught you. Once he's sure he got a nice hold on you, he bends down slightly to take off the strap from his thigh and places it on the edge of the couch backrest.

"Go straddle the couch and I want your ass facing me," he says, dominance can be heard from his tone.

You turn to face your back against him and straddle the couch. You position yourself on top of the pad and bend over to give Jisung a clear view of your soaking pussy, your arms supporting your upper body. As you lower yourself on the pad, you feel Jisung's index finger running over your slit while you move your hips against the tentacles.

You let out a surprised yelp as he pushed two fingers inside you, the sudden stretch making you dizzy. He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you while his other hand goes to stroke his bulging cock, biting down on his lower lip from the slightest stimulation.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum again, baby." Jisung adds one more finger inside you when he felt you clench around his fingers, determined on making you cum one more time before fucking you dumb.

A loud moan left your lips when you reach your second climax, hips jerking uncontrollably as you ride out your high. Jisung pumps his fingers a few more times before pulling out. You turn your head back to look at him just as he was taking off his boxers, where traces of arousal can be seen. Your pussy clenched when his cock slapped against his lower abdomen. The sight of his thick veiny cock making your mouth water. You can feel yourself getting aroused again, even though you had just come down from your second orgasm of the night.

"Like what you see?" Jisung smirked as he pumped his cock with the hand that was inside of you, rubbing the arousal all over his cock while his other hand massages your ass cheek.

"You know I always do, baby." You bite your lip and press your clit against the pad, moaning from the stimulation. Jisung positions himself behind you, pressing the tip of his cock up and down against your slit, using your wetness as a lubricant.

"Baby, please. Stop teasing me," you whine.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Patience, princess." He kisses your shoulder and leaves a trail of it along your back.

"I want to take my time with you," he says in a low voice.

You whine in protest as you feel your pussy throb with need, feeling the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. "Please, I need you so bad."

"Will you be a good girl for me?" he asks teasingly.

"Jisungie, please! I'll be so good for you, I promise," you cry out in frustration. He finally pushes his cock inside of you, making both of you moan in relief, his huge cock stretching you deliciously. Jisung hisses at the warm sensation around his cock.

"Fuck, always so tight for me."

He drops his head on your shoulder as he bottoms out fully, giving you time to adjust to his big size. No matter how many times you've had sex with Jisung, you can never get used to how big he is. Once you've adjusted, you move your hips slightly as a signal to Jisung. He almost pulled out completely before slamming his cock back in, thrusting roughly. Your body jerks forward from the impact and you moan out loudly.

His hands gripping your sides, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts. Only the sound of skin slapping, your broken moans, and Jisung's heavy breathing can be heard in the living room, along with the soft buzz from the vibrator.

You swear under your breath as Jisung's hands reach down to play with your tits, toying with the nipple before pulling your upper body to hold you close to him. You lay your head against his shoulder, your left hand reaches around Jisung's head to pull on his hair and your other hand grips his arm. Jisung lets out a deep growl when he feels you clenching around his cock, signaling that you're close.

"Are you close, baby?"

You answer with a nod, unable to think properly. He clicked his tongue at your response, "use your words, or you're not coming at all." His thrust slows down waiting for your response, making you cry in frustration.

"No, Jisung please, don't slow down. I'm so close!"

You feel the air getting knocked out of you as Jisung slams his hips against you to pick up the pace. With him hitting your sweet spot each thrust, the vibrating tentacles rubbing against your swollen clit, and Jisung toying with your nipples, it doesn't take long until you feel the familiar knot in your stomach.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum," you say weakly to Jisung.

"No."

"Please, I can't-" Jisung cuts you off as he puts one of his hands around your throat, putting enough pressure to block your airways.

"Yes, you can. Hold on a bit longer for me, baby, I'm close too."

You can feel Jisung's thrust getting sloppier as he is reaching his climax. Your grip on his hair tightens as a choked sob falls from your lips, unable to deny your orgasm any longer. Jisung lets out a breathy laugh at the sight of you crying.

"Look at you, so pretty crying over my cock. Does my cock make you feel good, hm? You like it when I fuck you dumb like this?" You clench around his cock as a response, a deep growl falls from his lips.

"Cum for me, princess. You've been such a good girl," he says as he releases the grip on your throat.

You scream from the intense climax, body convulsing in pleasure as you clench tightly around Jisung once again, triggering his own release. Jisung shoots his cum deep inside you, groaning loudly as he thrusts slowly to ride out both of your highs.

He holds your body close to him and kisses your forehead before letting you go. Your upper body falls forward onto the couch backrest, giving Jisung access to dig his fingers under the silicone pad and turn off the vibration switch. You suck in a sharp breath when Jisung pulls out, flinching from overstimulation. He lets out a groan at the sight of your releases mixing together and dripping onto the pad. Your hips jerked as he collects the releases in his fingers and pushed it back inside of you.

You can barely keep your eyes open as Jisung helps you down from the couch and carries you in his arms to the bedroom. He lays you down gently on the bed and throws a blanket over you to keep you warm as he runs you a bath. He also went back to the living room to grab the discarded clothes and the grinder pad to clean later.

Once the bath is ready, he carries you in first before going in as well. He pulls your body close to him, so you can lean against his chest. You let out a sigh as the warm water relaxes your muscles. Both of you bathe quietly before Jisung breaks the silence.

"So, what do you think of your surprise?"

You turn to face him and smile, "I loved it, baby. Thank you." Jisung returns your smile and leans in for a sweet kiss.

"Was I too rough earlier?" he asks carefully.

"Nothing I can't handle, don't worry."

He smiles before kissing you again. You stay in the bath a little bit longer before drying off. Jisung goes to the closet to grab pajamas for both of you, while you sit on the bed waiting for him. He hands you your pajamas and a fresh pair of underwear before putting on his own.

After you're both done, Jisung switches the lights off before climbing into bed. You snuggle against Jisung, laying your head on his chest as he holds you close. He pulls the comforter over the two of you. You were about to drift off to sleep when you heard Jisung call your name.

"You wanna know something?" he asks quietly.

"Tell me."

Jisung bites back a smile before answering, "I wasn't lying when I said you look so pretty crying over my cock."

You open your eyes and gasp, tilting your head to look at him, "Hey!"

Jisung laughs at your reaction, "It's true! You should've seen yourself."

You roll your eyes, trying to hold back the smile. "Shut up and go to sleep, Jisung." You say as you lay your head back on his chest and close your eyes.

"I'm definitely fucking you in front of a mirror next time," he whispers under his breath, which earns him a slap on the chest from you.

"Jisung!"

"Ow! Okay, okay, I'll stop!"

thanks for reading! any kind of feedback would be much appreciated<3333

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dinodanicus · 3 months

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you can skip this wall of text its just about the scam this illustration was involved in.

This fairly ordinary illustration of two hands holding was involved in a very weird and convoluted scam. Last month I was commission to illustrate this image for invitations meant to go out for a supposed wedding anniversary coming up in March. The whole commission seemed odd to me I mainly draw dinosaurs and aliens. Not many people know I also draw people but the buyer who called himself Petterson Reid was offering to pay 300 up front and 200 after the work was finished. A nice offer for what was a very simple illustration. I took the job and sent him a very rough sketch of the hands to show him what the final image might look like. He liked the sketch and told me to finish the image after he sent the first payment I went ahead and finished the image that night. I held onto the picture to see if he would really send the 300 dollars first. The buyer wanted to send a check by mail which is weird but I thought he might have been a boomer who didn't understand how to use PayPal. His emails and text seemed like something my grandmother would write very proper and overly polite. I was fairly suspicious of him and waited to see if a check would actually be delivered. To my surprise a check did arrive a week later from Petterson Reid except it was for 2,790 dollars. knowing this was far too much money I asked him if it was a mistake. He said the extra money was for a PayPal invoice to the printers involved in the invitations. He wanted me to use the extra money on the check to pay the printers on his behalf. Again very weird but I chalked it up to an old person who didn't know how to pay online. I cashed the check the next day, since it was from an out of state bank they were putting it on hold for 3 days to see if the funds would clear. I told the buyer about the three day waiting period and asked for the invoice I was suppose to be paying and he went absolutely ape shit. He claimed I was trying to steal his money and was threatening to pursue legal action I was completely shocked by the change in attitude. I had to mute my phone because he kept sending wave after wave of threatening texts. At this point I was 90% sure this was some sort of scam but when I called the bank they said there was nothing to do until the hold expired. I was confident it wouldn't then to my surprise the check cleared and the money was in my account. At this point I had the finished artwork and the money so I wanted to get this crazy asshole on his way so I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I told him to send the invoice for the printer and I would pay it with the money on the check then I would send the picture and our business would be done. This prick sends some half assed looking invoice with a payable link on PayPal. When I try to pay, it says payment will be held till Feb 7th. Apparently this date is too late for the printers so now that processing payment has been canceled by the printer in favor of a new payment process through Zelle. I was trying to figure out what was going on, if its a scam what is the take the entirety of the check was still in my account it didn't even say it was pending. I go to pay on Zelle and discover the 2,790 dollars has been rescinded by the bank. I call and learn this ass hair had sent a forged check to the bank in an effort to have me pay these fake invoices with my own money. He guessed the bank would deposit the check without fully vetting it for the standard 10 days since I'm a long time member. He knew he had until about five a clock that day before the bank would catch the discrepancy. He was posing as the printer in order to scam 4,740 dollars from me through both attempted payment methods. luckily for me I'm broke as hell right now and didn't have the money in my own account to cover either payment with out the check. everything has been taken care of now I just thought I better share this story since I've never seen a scam like this before. It took an entire month for him to essentially get nothing I really don't know what to think of any of this its such a weird scheme.

#my art #illustration #hands #sketch

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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 5 months

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just an idea that came to my head in my sleep last night🤭

18+ MDNI

Ino Takuma (18) x f!reader (23) x Nanami Kento (27) One Shot

4K words

cw: masturbation, threesome, oral (both) public-ish teasing, age gaps, DP, butt stuff, creampies, just my smuttiest dream basically

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After you graduated from Jujutsu High, when you were a new baby sorcerer without schooling, each graduate received a mentor. Your assigned mentor was none other than the Kento Nanami. You learned all of his techniques, tips, and personality. In fact, you two got a little closer than mentor and mentee relationships should be, especially after some of the stressful, long, missions. It was your secret, calling him Kento behind closed doors and stealing glances around the hallways of jujutsu high.

Now, you find yourself with your own mentee, Ino Takuma, who idolizes you and Nanami. You are very candid with Ino and teach him everything you know from a professional and personal matter in the sorcerer world. You begin a friendship with him, the same way Nanami took up a friendship with you. After all, you’re all professionals with stressful jobs and could die any day now.

Ino has been begging you to to let him hang out with you and Nanami. Even though you and Nanami have only hooked up a few times, you still hang out a good bit outside of work.

‘Hey Kento bb, my mentee Ino would love to meet you. Can I bring him to happy hour with you this week?’ You send via text to Nanami.

‘Mentee? Have you been seducing him the same as you did to me?’ He responds.

‘No. Still professional but we’ll see 🤪 lol jk’

‘Good. I’m not good at sharing but I guess I’m in for drinks.’

‘Sounds great, Thursday at 4?’

‘Yeah. Looking forward to it. xx’

You roll your eyes at the kisses Kento sends at the end of the message and text Ino the location and time to meet up on Thursday. You invite him to swing by your office and you can walk there together.

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Thursday comes around and that morning you find yourself shaving your entire body in the shower. You’ve been a little lonely since the last time you and Kento had alone time and your mind wanders as you let the hot water run over you. You reach your fingers down to your folds and think about the last time he touched you, in your office at the school. You sitting in your desk with your dress hiked up as you gripped his tie. He was such a gentleman, he got you to cum around his fingers and then sucked your juices off of them, expecting nothing in return. That means you owe him an orgasm. You wonder if you can convince him to come home with you after Happy Hour. Your wetness covers your fingers and mixes with the shower water as you stable your other hand on the shower wall, legs shaking. You rub small circles on your clit as your ring and middle fingers gently push in and out of your squelching hole. But then you remember the shower head you recently installed and how it is detachable. You reach up to grab it and and focus your left hands on penetrating yourself while you move the shower head to focus on your clit. After a few minutes of thinking about Kento, his muscular arms and his tight blue shirt, and his thick veiny cock that twitched every time you walk in the room. Your mind wanders to Ino, how confident he is and find yourself imagine what if would look like if you were on your knees in front of him. Before you know it you’re moaning and cumming around your fingers, not sure which man pushed you over the edge. You finish your shower flushed red and panting. Trying your best to get ready and get through the workday without thinking about the throb under your skirt.

Before you know it, it is 3:30 and Ino knocks on your office door. You wave him in finishing up the last of the paper work for your upcoming mission. “Hi y/n!” Ino greets, always so cheerful.

“Hi Ino, you ready to walk over?”

The two of you make small talk on the way to the local ramen bar that has an amazing happy hour. You order a glass of wine while the two men opt for sake.

Ino talks about his schooling and recent missions and how he is excited to now be a full time sorcerer. You can tell Nanami is skeptical about his optimism. He has seen the ugliest parts of the sorcery world, and the corporate world too. You’ve seen behind his hard exterior at the end of the day and that’s one thing you’re afraid to show Ino.

“You know kid, it’s a lot harder than it seems out there now that they fully trust you. Friends die every day. Y/n has seen some tough stuff but watching your friends die has been the worst part. Something that Gojo, Shoko, and I have been unlucky enough to experience.”

Ino remains quiet glancing over to you. “Nanami, let’s keep it a little positive. He is relatively new to being my mentee and I don’t need you tainting his attitude,” you awkwardly chuckle.

“Speaking of tainting,” nanami gives you a side eye and smirk next to you, “what all has she taught you yet? I need to make sure my pupil is taking her responsibilities seriously.” You feel Kento’s hand creep to the seam of your skirt playing with it as your cheeks begin to flush.

“Well I’ve learned a lot about her cursed technique, and she’s introduced me to her classmates from back in the day. We’re going on our first mission together next week and I’m not sure what else we have planned!”

“Hmm do you have other plans outside of the classroom y/n?” Nanami squeezes your thigh. Is he…jealous? Of your mentee’s relationship with you although nothing has happened?

“Y/n-San, are you feeling alright? Your face is kind of red?” You feel Nanami’s nails dig into the squishy part of your thigh as he waits for you to respond.

“Oh, um, yeah! I’m good. The wine is just getting to me I think. Should we order some appetizers too?” Nanami slides his hand closer to your core almost as if he is rewarding you for your answer.

Your mind flashes back to your shower this morning and your dirty thoughts of the two men. Better yet thinking of being on your knees for your mentee while your mentor has his way with you.

“So Ino, did you have any interest in girls during your schooling?” Kento asks with his neck muscles straining as he stares at this glass of sake.

“Well there is one but I don’t think it was mutual.” Ino avoids eye contact. Oh no. Is he implying that he has a crush on you? His mentor?? Just then you feel Nanamis thick fingers brush on the outside of your panties. You gasp and look Ino directly in the eyes like a deer in headlights.

You blurt out “would you guys like to continue this meeting at my house? It isn’t too far from here and I’d like to get to know you better Ino.” Kento rubs small circles outside your panties that has you clenching around nothing. He knows given the opportunity you’d take both men at once considering you asked him for a threesome with Gojo before.

Nanami throws 5,000 yen on the table to cover the cost of the drinks and tip and ushers you out of the booth with a hand on the small of your back and gives your ass the tiniest squeeze thinking Ino wouldn’t be watching. You make your way out the door and start the 2 blocks towards your house.

But, Ino definitely saw that squeeze. And he catches his eyes lingering on your ass for too long as Nanami holds the door for him.

You enter your house and grab a bottle of wine pouring for the 3 of you and excuse yourself to the bathroom. Nanami follows you though, leaving Ino in the living room even more stunned by these actions. His mind is reeling, especially since he can’t stop thinking about your body and how your big eyes look up to him while you’re sitting at your desk and he’s standing in front of it.

“Kento-!” You begin to squeal before a large hand is over your mouth. He closes the bathroom door behind him. And comes up behind you in the mirror, one hand over your mouth the other roughly going up your skirt and moving your panties to the side.

“Such a dirty girl. Probably thinking about the two of us all over you this entire time. Wasn’t even his idea probably. You just can’t help but fuck any sorcerer you can get your hands on.” He growls quietly in your ear as he stares into your eyes through the reflection in the mirror. He sticks his middle finger in your cunt without warning. He pulls it out and shows you the glistening, “Would you look at that my princess?” You whimper at your favorite pet name for you of his and watch as he raises it to his lips and sucks it off. You whine behind his hand for more, needing release from him. “You’re going to go out there and tell Ino how much of a dirty girl slut you are. That you’re not qualified to be a mentor considering the dirty secret you’ve been keeping about your relationship with your mentor.” You shake your head and close your eyes “please no” comes out muffled as Kento still holds you in his grasp. He moves your panties back over your mound and grabs a hold of the back of your skirt, lifting it, and places a loud hard slap on your right ass cheek. It stings but you roll your eyes back for more.

“Later. I’ll fuck you after Ino leaves unless he thinks he deserves a chance with you too.” Kento whispers as he opens the bathroom door.

Ino is looking around the living room at your accolades and accomplishments as well as pictures with friends from your high school days. He definitely heard a spank come from the bathroom but is trying not to wrap his head around what he thinks is a secret relationship between you two.

As you and Kento emerge from the bathroom your face is as red as ever and there is a significant bulge from Kento’s pants that he pretends he doesn’t notice.

“Are you two dating?” Ino blurts out. Embarrassed how jealous he feels because of his crush on his mentor who is 5 years his senior.

Nanami chuckles. He laughs. You look over at him waiting for him to answer being the oldest and most wise of you two. Your mouth agape not knowing what to say and still shaken up after your interaction in your bathroom.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have asked like that Nanami-san, I don’t want to disrespect your love life.” Ino only looks to nanami for his approval now as your barely forming a coherent thought.

“Well,” Kento sighs, “it seems you’ve been the first to catch us. Go on and tell him y/n”

Staring at the ground you explain, “Nanami and I started getting closer shortly after he became my mentor. It started on a long overseas mission, and we’ve kind of been friends with benefits for 3 years. Not dating. But we just hook up with each other. Some times with a third person, but usually just us. We have to keep it a secret from Yaga and all the other higher ups. The only ones that know are Shoko and Gojo.”

“A third? As in a threesome?” Ino only asks about the threesome out of everything you just spilled.

“Yeah, Shoko joined us once.” Kento smiles thinking back as he palms at the tent in his pants.

You’re still overly embarrassed staring at the ground thinking you just ruined your chance at a professional relationship with your mentee.

“And what about me?” Ino walks over to you, tilting your chin up so you make eye contact with him.

“I-I don’t want to mess up being your mentor. I want to teach you well.”

“Well it seems Nanami-San taught you very well,” Ino says winking down at you rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Kento, are you okay with this?” He walks over to stand behind you rubbing your shoulders. “Yeah hunny, whatever you want. As long as he agrees to keep our secret.”

“Yes sir. Of course.”

“Good. Now y/n tell us what you’ve been thinking about since you’ve obviously been flushed all day.”

You finish your glass of wine and look back at Nanami. “Well I wanted to know what it was like to be on my knees for my mentee. And teach him what good head really feels like. While my mentor is behind me teaching me a goooood lesson.” You stand up tugging at Ino’s black hat to pull it off, and Kento’s hand lands another spank on your ass.

“Good girl. Now get on your knees and show him good before I do my part.”

You grab Ino’s hand and move towards your bedroom as Kento follows already knowing where you’re heading. As you get in the bedroom the sun comes through the window giving an amazing glow across your face. “Can I kiss you first?” Ino asks and leans down. You nod and lean in to press your lips against his. He kisses you slow and passionate at first, something you’re not used to with Kento. You slip your tongue in his mouth and begin to unbutton his pants eagerly. He hungrily kisses you back while unbuttoning your blouse accidentally ripping off a button in the process. He dotes you with wet sloppy kisses from your cheek to your jaw down your neck to your collar bone. He runs his teeth over your bra strap, “may I?”

“Please” you whimper making eye contact with Nanami sitting on the bed as Ino takes off your bra and gently kisses your titty and licks your nipple.

“Ino, let me teach you how to treat her.” Kento demands in a sexy voice, curling his pointer finger for you to come to him. You walk up to his demanding presence as he begins toying with your right nipple, pinching hard, making your eyes roll back. "When you have a good little slut like y/n, she needs to be treated a little rougher to be satisfied. He glances over at Ino taking your left nipple in his mouth grazing his teeth over the mound before biting and pulling your nipple, looking up to see your reaction. You let our a whimper as he motions for Ino to come try it out on your right nipple. The sight nearly makes your legs give out seeing two extremely attractive men have their way with your tits. Licking, sucking, and biting at your boobs , each leaving their own hickies. You beg down to them after your nipples feel fully stimulated.

"Please, I need more!" You direct your attention towards Ino, knowing Nanami wouldn't accept your pleading. Ino stands giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead, "get on your knees baby." You do as he says, kneeling in front of where Kento is sitting but facing Ino. Using your right hand, you get to work pulling down Ino's black boxer briefs letting his pretty cock spring out. A solid 5 inches that stands up nice, leaking precum from the tip.

"S'pretty" you whisper as you lick up the back and suck on the tip, swirling your tongue around to taste his precum. Ino blushes at your comment and gathers your hair into a ponytail, ever so gently guiding you down his cock, but definitely not forcing. As you suck the soul out of Ino, making him a whimpering mess, Your left hand works it's way up Nanami's khakis to rub his bulge through his pants. You unbutton and unzip his pants to reach his boxers and grip his cock hard to make up for the teasing he put you through at the restaurant. You should've known better, Kento always has the upper hand.

"Here, you're doing great princess but I think he needs to be taught how you really are," Nanami takes control of your ponytail from Ino grasping it much harder. Your eyes go wide with Ino's cock still stuffed in your mouth realizing what is about to happen. Using his grip and advantage of sitting above you, he begins using your mouth to fuck Ino's cock roughly. Your eyes start to water but you keep rubbing Nanami and looking up at Ino innocently. He has to close his eyes so he doesn't cum right that second.

"That's a good girl." Nanami gruffs and smiles watching you cry over your mentee's cock.

"Nanami-san, is it okay if I cum down her throat?"

You look over to Kento, "mhm go ahead," he says still staring at you as he puts his hand over top of yours to rub him harder.

Ino fights for your attention, "look at me baby I wanna see your eyes when I give you my seed." You direct your eyes back up to him trying to blink the tears away. he brings his hand to your face to wipe your tears with his thumb, "fucking shit princess" Ino grumbles as he grabs the side of your face proceeding to cum in the back of your throat. You swallow and stick your tongue out for both men to see.

"C'mere hunny, I want to try something." You get off your knees letting Nanami take control. "Ino, are you good at eating pussy? I only want the best for our little slut."

Ino nods, "I think so..." blushing as he looks over at your flushed face noticing you wiping the mix of cum and spit off your chin.

Kento grabs your chin, "princess sit on his face." You and Ino look at each other wide eyed, "o-okay" you respond. Ino lays on the bed and Kento takes your panties off. "There you go baby, good girl, he's gonna make you feel so good." you crawl on to the bed proceeding to spread your legs on either side of his head and making eye contact as you feel like hot breath on your pussy. He takes his own initiative now, licking circles around your clit before sucking on it. Your moans start spilling out as his tongue works his way up and down your slit and going into your tight hole. You are in such bliss you hardly noticed Nanami taking his pants off and freeing his cock.

God nothing is quite as heavenly as Nanami's cock. So veiny, 7 inches, so thick and heavy that it doesn't even stick straight up hard. You start drooling as a combination of seeing how heavenly his dick is and feeling Ino tongue fuck you. "Open up baby, my turn to use your mouth." You have to practically unhinge your jaw every time you suck Kento off. "Yes daddy," you say quietly. You stick your tongue out for him to slap the tip on. He smirks and makes a grunt in satisfaction as you start tracing your tongue up and down his long shaft. You start sucking the tip and slowly moving further down. Even his private parts smell amazing like his ocean rain body wash. He lets you work at first, starting easy after how hard he fucked your face against Ino. Just as you start to deepthroat Kento, you feel Ino bring his hand up to rub your clit with his thumb.

"Fuck Ino you're going to make me cum" you pull Kento's cock out of your mouth to say.

"Oh baby you don't have to talk to cum," Kento shoves his dick back down your mouth smirking as you pout up at him for not being able to praise Ino. As you are giving him a dirty look your eyes start to roll backwards and you feel your legs start to shake. Your moan vibrates against Nanami's length and Ino starts to move even faster noticing how close you are. Just as you are getting close your mouth gets stuffed even more, Kento pushing you as far down as you can go (he can tell, he's made you cum so many times that you are like an easy to read book). Your eyes close shut as your nails dig into Nanami's arms. "Let go baby, cmon and cum for us slutty girl," he practically growls. Your tight wall clench and unclench over and over again for Ino's tongue and he moans below you tasting all your juices.

Kento releases your head and lets you get proper air as you ride out your orgasm. "Inooooo" you whimper as Nanami strokes your hair. You roll over on your back to lay beside Ino as you catch your breath.

"Yeah, I'd say he's good to answer your question earlier," you giggle looking up at Kento. He smiles down at you sitting on the bed again and looks through your nightstand where he knows all your toys are. He pulls out your lube and you close your eyes out of embarrassment.

"So my mentor gives amazing head, has a daddy kink, and uses sex toys? Jesus, you just keep getting better." Ino smiles at you fixing your hair, his cock fully hard again.

"Yeah and it gets better," Nanami says, "baby can you spread for us? Can you let Ino and I fit in your tight pussy and ass?"

You nod, and Kento opens the lube and you know to bend over letting the boys see your pretty holes. Nanami smears the liquid over your asshole poking his thumb in as you moan. He says to Ino, "She loves anal, so fucking good at it. Since you're the guest I'll let you have her ass." Ino smiles and runs his soft hands all over your cheeks up your back, making you relax. Kento lays on his back and pulls you to straddle him. You slide up and down his hard cock, rubbing against your clit and clenching before he's even inside. He reaches up to wrap around your throat as you coat him with your wetness. "Put it in baby I can't wait anymore," as he gently squeezes and your eyes roll back again. You slide him in, god he is so big you don't ever get used to it. Every time you fuck Kento it feels like you're losing your virginity. As you adjust to him and work your way up and down he slides his hands down from your neck to your tits groping and moving down the your sides to squeeze and spread your ass. You feel Ino's thick fingers prodding at your ass slipping in his pointer finger and rubbing himself with his other hand.

You ride yourself on Nanami's cock and Ino's finger, as he slips his middle finger too. "Oh, Inooo fuck yes," You moan throwing your head back. "Please call me Takuma baby," he strokes your hair again making you feel so pretty. Before you even have his cock in you, you feel pressure growing in your lower abdomen.

"Don't you dare cum yet princess, not until you're fully stuffed baby," Kento groans up at you. You close your eyes trying to not think about how good you feel. Ino takes out his fingers and lines up his cock with your hole.

"Look at me. I want to watch your face as he puts it in." You look down at Kento placing your hands on his chest slightly digging your nails in. Ino slides in and you can't contain how good you feel anymore. You look Kento directly in the eye as you start to cum on his cock, him thrusting up into your tight hole. Ino is whimpering again at just how good you feel, never imagining he'd be in this situation. Both of your holes clench, and you cream on Kento's cock. He breaks eye contact to look at where he is thrusting up into you. "Such a good slutty girl," he grunts and you can tell he's close by the vein popping out of his neck. Your moans become incomprehensible, eyes watering again in so much pleasure.

You know Nanami gets off seeing you feel good and his thrust begin to get sloppy watching your tits bounce as him and Ino thrust into you. "Baby I'm cumming up deep in you," his eyes close as you are a whimpering mess from overstimulation. You feel his hot cum fill you up, god he always cums so much. He caresses your face coming down from his high as his thrust still.

Takuma takes this opportunity to finish the job and begins thrusting harder into your ass, one hand reaching around to grab your nipple. "Takuma, please cum for me please please," you beg.

"Fuck, whatever you ask princess," he continues his reckless pace while you're all but limp. He feels his balls tighten and spurts into you for the second time tonight. All three of you coming down from your highs together, whimpering, out of breath, and you can't help but smile.

"It was everything I fantasized in case you were wondering," You lay down on Nanami's chest as he kisses your forehead. Ino pulls out and politely goes to grab towels and start a shower for you all. When he comes back Kento grabs his attention, "Hey take a picture of her holes leaking from us so you can remember this."

You blush gently pushing his shoulder. "Kento, maybe we will need your help on our mission next week."

AN - this is the first smut I've ever written I'm so sorry if it sucks

#nanami kento #jjk kento #nanami x reader #nanami smut #pretending he isn't dead #jjk smut #ino takuma #ino x reader #takuma ino x reader #nanami x reader x ino #ino x nanami #kento x reader

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kanmom51 · 8 months

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JK live 23 September 2023 (NYC)

20:11 or 8:11 pm EST

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

24 September 2023 9:11 am KST.

Coincidence? Starting the live at 8:11? I think not.

And not the first time he goes live at that time either.

So yeah, JK came live at 8:11 and ended the live at 13:23 minutes.

13 again? Coincidence again? Given that he said his goodbyes at around the 12 minute mark and then waited (?) for it to reach 13? Maybe. Fact is it did.

OMG, he opens up the live like this:

He's so damn adorable.

And it's a Bratz lip gloss, lol.

How can you not love him?

Anyway, JK starts the live saying long time no see and with talk about 3D coming out on the 29th. He tells us how it was his idea to add the clip at the end of the GCF performance, but someone ruined the surprise by running it during the rehearsals, which they obviously weren't supposed to. Oopsy. Spoiler king was spoilered. Lol.

He is a little fidgety, feels like he's doing the live cause he needs to, rather than really wants to... just a feeling I had.

JK says that as much as he was busy he actually did have time to come to us live, but, and this is where JK has decided to place the boundaries that he himself kind of tore down just a little while ago - he talks about there having to be a push and pull, but I guess he realised, perhaps with some help from others, that tearing down those walls between himself and us has also created an expectation from some fans for more, too much. Also, there needs to be some mystery (he was probably told) and leave the fans with a want for more...

I don't think this is the end of the JK we came to know and love the past few months, but I do think that he is trying to re-assess and set some boundaries between the artist that he is and us as fans.

And truthfully, let's be real here for a sec. Us, the fans, we were kind of a filler in. When the real thing is there, and the time to enlistment is getting shorter and shorter, and there is a choice between the two, who do you think he will choose? A 3 hour live with us or a sleepover with JM? I really don't think the choice is such a difficult one. Do you?

JK asks how the performance was. Hasn't monitored it yet (oh, and believe me when he does he's going to be hard on himself). And yet, even though he heard from fans they liked it, he feels he did better at rehearsal. Says it's a jynx. On the day of the performance his throat got dried up. It's called anxiety or nerves JK. If only there was someone there with him to calm those nerves...

And before you come at me, yes. I do feel he was anxious. He was a little closed up and distant as well. The enormity of it. The having to speak English. The being there ALONE. There were these little moments of disconnect during the performance. Maybe if he would have started his set with the more lively songs it would have helped, but if only there was someone there to support him and calm him, that dryness in the throat he talks about... yeah, non existent. My opinion. Fight me.

Then Jin shows up in the comment.

I mentioned that it felt like he did the live because he had to (after the performance and the 3D teasers dropping). Jin showing up in the comments, his reaction, felt like relief in a sense. He was really happy.

He saw one of the members commented, went in to see who it was and was really happy to see him.

The whole interaction between them was so older and younger brother, lol.

Jin with the "stop touching your hair", the whole call me convo (JK saying the times aren't lining up him being overseas and Jin answering with him texting Jhope 300 messages a day, as in "you ass, you can always send me a message instead", lol).

Watch the interaction here:

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What did I take from the interaction with Jin?

First of all, that JK was really happy to see him. Not JM level happy, of course, but really happy. Do I say what I'm thinking? About members showing up in his comments and his reaction to them? Nah. In this instance I will take the fifth.

Second, we get it straight out of the horses mouth: JK is enlisting soon. Not like we didn't know it already. Like seriously. But there are those, solos mainly, that seem to still think that JK won't be enlisting with the others. Well, JK made it abundantly clear in that conversation that he's definitely enlisting and it's happening soon. It's the "I'll be joining that party soon" (as in the Jin and Jhope army party) and it's in the "you'll be out while we're still in so take care of Army until we're done" whole convo as well.

Anyway, you gotta love Jin.

Moving on.

JK tells us that 3D is different from Seven - and to look forward to it.

Wanted to thank army that came to the concert, thank K army for taking the time and supporting him.

29th September is Choseok. JK says the reason the song is released that day is he thinks we will like it more. Ok, yeah. Not the tight schedule and looming enlistment. Well, he does hint about it. Starting up about the reason it's hurried, and why he's been in a hurry, but leaves it up to our imagination. I guess we know, right? If they want to be back by mid 2025 enlistment needs to happen by at the latest start of 2024. And in the little time left he has the single and an album to release. And my guess is there is more too. Some set for before enlistment, some set to land while they are away. JM and him.

He asks "what's after this? what is it?" laughingly answering "your curious, right?"

"What is it? I am really looking forward to it." he says cheekily.

Then he says he's working hard in preparing something for us.

And then he looks down and finds the exact comment he wants to answer:

The Weverse translation is a little different.

The gist is the same.

We have JK recognizing a JM comment and answering it specifically. And I say specifically because there were PLENTY of Tae comments in his live. Layover, Tae, Slow dance, screaming at him to just say a god damn thing about Tae's album or releases. But our man, he stood fast, lol.

And don't get me wrong, I don't think he doesn't support Tae or want him to succeed. He's his bandmate and friend. But you know what he ain't, is his boyfriend. That is the one and only Mr. Park Jimin. So, it's not that JK doesn't care, it's that Tae just ain't on his mind. Wasn't it Tae that used to say, repeatedly, that JK just ignores him? Lol. But even if Tae isn't on his mind, the comments, they can definitley serve as a fucking annoying reminder. Which JK chooses very loudly to ignore. And making a statement of sorts while doing so, by reacting, out of all of those comments, to the one relating to JM.

That's what I call a big ass JK FUCK YOU to the cult.

Anyway, we were talking about JK's reaction. And when you talk about reactions you look not only at the verbal but also the body language.

The way he leans in to read the comment once he recognizes it's about JM.

The way he does that head tilt when talking about JM's dancing.

The neck crack.

The hand gesture.

Let's talk about the hand gesture for a second here.

Man knows the choreography. That hand gesture was him doing part of the choreo. Muscle memory. And his eyes and facial expression.

Also, have a look at this:

Ok, so it is funny how JK knew JM posted to IG and watched it as well... You know, considering the man told us he not only deleted his own IG account but deleted the app from his phone all together...

Thing is man monitors SM. We know that!! You think he wouldn't have seen it on Twitter? Or TikTok? JM's dance is all over the place. So yeah, my initial thought was: hey, how did he see it without an IG account? But then, you know, when common sense took over, I realised he could have seen it ANYWHERE. We know he monitors. We assume he monitors JM and Jikook accounts. He would have seen it either way.

But in any case, as I mentioned, this wouldn't have been the first and only time he has seen this choreo or dance.

JK continues to tell us he's going out for diner with staff. A good reason indeed to end the live (that like I said, he wasn't in the feels for).

And continues telling us to be curious.

Didn't someone tell him curiosity killed the cat?

At the end of the live JK makes us know he's monitoring SM (like I said before, something we already knew). He knows what fans are saying. He talks about the good. And he is thankful for those kind words.

But he also sees the bad. We know it!!

Ooh, btw, do we talk about that ring JK was wearing?

This is the second time around we have him wearing this kind of ring.

Interesting.

So to sum it up:

In those 13 minutes and a bit of his live, he mostly spoke about the performance, 3D coming out, talked to Jin in the comments and answered the comment that happened to be about JM.

I guess that wraps it up.

#Jungkook #JK #JK live #JK Weverse live #JK 3D #Jikook #kookmin #Minkook #Jimin #JM

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mywebfoot · 3 months

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In Every Winter Night, Part 3. (Marry My Husband fanfic)

Author's note: Don't read this in the office. Be strong. Just like Ji Hyuk has to be strong.

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Ji Hyuk

“I didn’t wear a bra today.”

Ji Hyuk gulped. His eyes darted around his office wildly, then to her empty seat at her desk, then back to the text on his phone. This week’s physical intimacy agreement was for the chest… ‘area’, without being too specific about it. He just hadn’t expected her to take it quite so seriously today. It was still Friday, and only 9 a.m. at that.

They’d only just waved each other goodbye a moment ago, at the usual drop off corner. He remembered her wearing a coat, and beneath that a black suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt. Which had already given him ideas, since the skirt was tight to her knees and made her swaying hips far more pronounced. Under that suit jacket was a… he struggled a bit as he wasn’t in the habit of documenting his girlfriend’s clothes. Oh yes, it was a white, collared shirt of some soft material. The collar had two long ribbons trailing down the front.

“Wait. Did you not wear a bra at all, or did you just —?, he typed, before hurriedly deleting it. Maybe he misunderstood. She had seemed fully clothed this winter morning. He went for the safe route.

“Um… what do you mean? Exactly.”

Three dots hopped mischievously on his screen. Then stopped. Then started again. Then nothing.

He wanted to throw the phone at the wall, but that might mean he couldn’t get an answer. He looked up to check, and no, she definitely wasn’t at her desk.

He grabbed the phone again and started typing again, “Be preci—” before a knock rapped smartly at the door. He fumbled and dropped the phone, and it hit the carpet under his desk with a soft thump. He glanced once at the texting screen, once at the door, and clearing his throat, growled “Enter!”.

Manager Park’s face peeked in. She looked wary at his growl, and he could tell the older lady was confused.

“Director-nim, may I talk to you about the fusion food campaign please?”

Ji Hyuk nodded tersely. While Manager Park came in, and prepared to sit, he took the chance to glance at his phone on the ground. It had landed face up, but the screen was disappointingly dark. Where was she and what was she doing?

“What do you think, Director-nim?”

He looked at Manager Park. There was a question? Had she already asked it?

“Er. Yes?” he hazarded. As guesses go, his chances of being right were 50-50. But if he said no, she might stay longer and he needed to get back to his phone and find Ji Won.

“Really?” Manager Park’s face was confused. Ji Hyuk’s heart sunk.

“We’ll go with what makes sense to you then, Manager Park. I trust you, and nowIhavetogopleaseexcuse me.”

Manager Park nodded uncertainly. Then she got up and turned to the door. Behind her Ji Hyuk dove under his desk to get the phone. To her shock he brushed past her, wrenched open the door and left before she could. She stared after him, watching his long strides eat up the space between the office and the elevators. She nodded in understanding. Director-nim was a busy man.

Ji Hyuk leapt into the elevators and hit the button for the roof top. At the next floor some colleague got in. They exchanged quick nods. Ji Hyuk was quite proud of his civilized response.

Then his phone buzzed and he peeked at it. A text. Ji Won. But he didn’t dare open it, not with someone else present. Not until he had some privacy to go apeshit crazy. The colleague got off and he sighed in relief.

Finally, the doors opened for the rooftop and he stepped out into the weak winter sunshine. He looked around, and no one else was there. With trepidation, he pulled out his phone and stared at the screen.

“It’s what you think it means.”

Goddamnit, woman!

He groaned and muttered into his hand. To say that his cock was throbbing would be an understatement. His entire body was paying attention. His heart raced, and he was sweating. He white-knuckled his phone and tried to battle the memories of her sweet, tender skin and how she had felt under his exploring fingers. During the session with her backless dress, it had taken every ounce of self-control he had not to reach forward and cup her. He’d spent a frantic 5 minutes after that in the shower, relieving himself while imagining the taste, color and mouth-watering perkiness of her nipples. What was she was doing to him? How was he supposed to respond? The physical intimacy of the past few weeks had been good, no phenomenal, with no sign of returning fears for her. But a good manager practiced cautious optimism.

Then another awful thought occurred to him. What if other people knew? What if other men saw something? He went from sweaty hot to clammy cold. His fingers shook as he typed.

“Keep your jacket on…please.”

“Of course,” she said, right behind him.

The phone fell from his numb fingers. Again.

Ji Won

She couldn’t help but smile when she saw his reaction. It was exactly what she had wanted, exactly how she imagined he would react when she hatched up her idea today. She’d been putting her tiny rosé studs on in the mirror this morning, and the long fluttering ribbons around her collar had floated just so around her breasts. Their weight was featherlight, and still she had felt them, even through the cups of her bra. Her nipples were extremely sensitive lately, and she knew exactly why. They had been aching, aching for Ji Hyuk’s hands on them. Even just thinking it made her tingle.

Three date nights later, three long, breathless, make-out sessions later, and she was wondering how Ji Hyuk had so much self-control. Every time it was him who suggested they stop. Every time, she would agree demurely, reluctant to show how much she wanted him to keep going. She was feeling shy, feeling exposed, and he had been probably right to call it each time. Each time, she had been amazed at how different she felt from before. How much his desire and roaming hands didn’t make her want to freeze up and just escape. How the dim echoes of you frigid bitch never seemed to be connected to what Ji Hyuk and her did. The insults she had endured from her ex just did not seem to apply to their panting, heated lovemaking. Each time they had gone a bit further, from shoulders, to arms, to one unforgettable night involving the backless dress she had worn to her reunion.

But it was now a month since they started dating and her body was officially starting to go haywire. The slightest brush against her own bra as she put it on, and she would whimper and think of Ji Hyuk’s hands on her. It got a bit ridiculous when she bumped into the edge of her table one night, and the radiating pain made her imagine his hand gripping her hips, and how his long, strong fingers might soothe the pain away. Deeply-ingrained restrictions made it hard for her to ask Ji Hyuk outright to do more, but perhaps there were other ways. And so, her foolhardy mind had cooked up this scheme, which, thankfully, just might be working.

Ji Hyuk’s eyes were moving around and staring at everything except her. More precisely, he was studiously not examining her chest “area”. Ji Won wanted to laugh, if things weren’t quite so desperate.

Ji Hyuk kept his eyes focused somewhere near her right ear. It was to her right earring that he directed his next words.

“Uhm…,” he waved vaguely in the direction of her jacket, “you have your jacket on. Good. Good.”

“Yes, I do. It’s a winter day and it gets cold up here.”

“Yes. Well,” Ji Hyuk seemed to be struggling for words. “Do you have anything else on?”

Ji Won couldn’t help it, she blushed, even though she’d told herself she’d be cool about seducing her own man. The bloom deepened on her cheeks and she clasped her cold hands to them, trying to tone it down. The heat kept going, and it seeped down, down her chest, warming her breasts, making the tips pulse and tingle as if Ji Hyuk had been caressing them already. But along with it came a rising excitement, an anticipation that she had never felt before. She wanted this. She wanted him.

The intensity of that thought was surprising. But she felt it, she felt her ownership of her desire and the power that claiming it gave her. Previously, physical intimacy had been a thing the man wanted. Ji Won had never experiencing wanting it herself, for herself. The growing conviction that gave her made her straighten her spine and she slowly unclasped her cheeks.

She took a step nearer to him, lifting her chin in an unconsciously seductive pose. Ji Hyuk was forced to look directly at her and he seemed mesmerized. Holding his eyes, she unbuttoned the two buttons holding her jacket together. She slipped the left side of her jacket down, and held it there, coquettishly showing nothing more than one shirt-clad shoulder. She glanced at it.

Ji Hyuk’s eyes darted to where she was looking, as she’d meant him to. At first he looked confused, then his widening eyes told her she’d made her point. The white shirt was slightly opaque, and in that opaque whiteness, she knew Ji Hyuk could see no bra strap. No whiter line bisected her shoulder.

“Nghf. Grsn.”

The sounds that escaped Ji Hyuk were the most delightful things Ji Won had ever heard from him. His jaw hung open, and he was working his throat to say something, but no human word escaped.

She shrugged her jacket back on and buttoned it right back up.

“Right, Director-nim. Time to get back to work. Can’t be slacking off during the day!” She peeked at his stunned face from under her eyelashes.

Then she spun on one toe and sauntered back to the rooftop access door and to the elevators. Ji Hyuk didn’t move, and he didn’t follow her.

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Ji Hyuk.

He stared at his calendar. It was 4pm, and time for Marketing’s all-team meeting. She would be there. She, and her bold, seductive self, the one he had never met before this day. How was he going to get through the meeting without ogling her and creating an HR issue? Because, if any man even came near her today, he’d take them down, with violent pleasure. In fact, he almost wished it, just to have an outlet for this turbulence.

He was unaccustomed to this sense of irrational possessiveness. Something ferocious churned under his skin, and his hands fisted at idea of any other man coming close to her. Even on the judo mat he had never been like this. His fighting style had always been methodical, analytic, unrushed.

As it was, he’d barely survived the day, and that was by studiously avoiding her, avoiding looking at her if she were nearby. But now, he had a meeting to chair, and she was PRESENTING the latest numbers. There was no escaping this one.

At 3.55pm, he stood up heavily. Gathering up his note pad (he never took a laptop, because it distracted him from the details), and pen, he resignedly made his way to the meeting room. Ji Won would be the death of him. When the disciplinary letter from HR came, he’d planned to just admit to everything and quit. Career, schmareer.

Because nothing, nothing, was better than being seduced by Kang Ji Won.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

#marry my husband #fanfic #na in woo #park min young #yu jihyuk #kang jiwon

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lolasturniolo · 3 months

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Only you can help my mess

Warning: family issues, crying, S/H mentioned, attempting mentioned, wall punching i guess?, yelling

(please don’t read if you have family problems and are sensitive about and if you do I promise you can just text me and I WILL respond)

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Your family always had issues since you were around 7. You didn’t really notice as you were young but when you became 12 things started to become more clear.

Your dad had a bad childhood and it triggered him a lot. He couldn’t really control his emotions and yelled at your mom and older brother A LOT. But you being the youngest daughter you were an angel to him.

There have been times where your dad kicked your mom out but that also meant you and your older brother Max had to leave to. This has happened 3-4 times but you all ended up getting back together within a few days.

You’re now 18 and your parents have gone out to see a show. Your sitting on your bed when you hear them come home it’s around 11pm, your about to go downstairs and ask how there night was but you hear your dad say.

“You come in and right away start folding laundry,

Stop! What are you doing”

You knew this would lead to an argument so you put your headphones in to block it out.

Even thought you had headphones on blasting music you can still hear the yelling, slamming of doors/cabinets, crying and all. With this you hear your mom is upset but that doesn’t bother you much till you hear your dad cry.

When you hear your dad or brother cry it breaks you, you have no idea why but seeing a male cry makes you cry too.

“Out! Out! Get out!”

You hear your dad yell and your mom comes marching up the stairs.

You begin to tear up and text your best friend Matt.

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Matty 🫶🏻

You: hey Matt could I come round please?

Matty 🫶🏻: yea of

course! Do you want

me to pick you up or

are you driving?

You: thank you and don’t worry I’ll drive

Matty 🫶🏻: okay! Drive safe please

You: will do thanks again!

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With that you grab a bag and put Pjs, charger, shoes, spare clothes, makeup bag, hairbrush and a few other essentials you might need as you don’t know how long your gonna be there for.

Matt already had a toothbrush, towel and a few clothes for you at his place ‘just in case’ as he says.

You put on a sweater and get your car keys thankfully the kitchen door was closed so your parents didn’t know you were leaving so they wouldn’t bring you into the argument.

You exit your house and walk down the street to where your car was parked. Normally your brothers car would be there to but it wasn’t so him and his girlfriend must have already left having the same idea as you.

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You pull up to the triplets house tears in your eyes. You grab your bag from the passenger seat and get out the car seeing Matt. He’s standing there with the most sympathetic face ever and open arms.

When you see him you drop your bag and start crying. He sees this and walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist just holding you as you cry.

Matts Pov

When I get Y/n text i knew it would be about her family probably her dad just by the fact she said ‘please’.

It’s about the 2nd time this month she has had to come over it used to be like once a year since she was 16, but it has been getting worse and worse this past year.

I’ve known her since we were 13. me and my brothers moved to a new school because I was being bullied in our old one and we sat next to each other in calculus.

When we were 14 she opened up to me completely about her family problems, dads family problems, her anxiety but one thing that made me stay with her was when she told me about her S/H and attempts.

I remember it so well, my mom and dad went to bed my older brother Nick had a sleepover at his friends, Justin at a party and Chris sound asleep. She had to stay the night that was the first time out of many.

It was around 1 in the morning and we were just laying there in my bed staring at the ceiling talking.

“So umm why did you have to stay the night here??”

I ask her I wasn’t expecting an answer I knew she struggled but I never knew what about.

“Honest?”

She asked looking up at me, my arms crossed.

“If you don’t mind, yea”

I reply sitting up against my headboard looking at her.

“Matt, there’s a lot but my dad kicked me, my mom and my brother max out and well, I didn’t know what to do i panicked my moms staying at her brothers and my brothers stayed with his girlfriends, I- I had nowhere and I-“

She says tears in her eyes I felt heartbroken.

“Take your time”

I say reassuring and putting my arm over her.

“Matt I don’t know I have wanted to kill my self for a while and I don’t know ever since I met you it’s all been going away slowly but tonight, it just all came back and I didn’t want to go down that loophole again with my self harm and stuff I couldn’t do it again”

She says now sobbing.

I wrap her in a hug not saying anything, I mean that was deep as fuck for a 14 year old and I felt so bad I think I was the only one she has told this to so I was not gonna lose out friendship.

In a way I felt glad that she told me for a few reasons she trusted me enough to tell me this, if she didn’t tell me this or come here I where would she be, dead? I mean this was deep shit and I wasn’t letting her go now.

And ever since that day I care for her like a father, boyfriend, brother, best friend, anything I know she needs me and I will forever be there. She needs a hug I’m open arms.

She needs to talk I’m all ears.

She needs to cry I’m here.

She needs to let her anger out I don’t mind If she yells! I know it’s not about me it’s just at me and that’s okay!

All I want is for her to feel loved at times she didn’t feel it.

And that leads me to now hugging her in me and my brothers driveway as she sobs. I slowly start to feel her become weaker as the hug is getting heavier because she is leans into me losing her balance. She hits my back out of anger I wasn’t sure what the anger was about, but it didn’t matter. The hit stops and she falls in my arms crying.

I pick her up gently she wraps her legs around my waist, arms my neck and her head in the crock of my neck. I pick her bag up in my right arm and I have my left arm under her ass holding her.

When I get inside closing the door with my foot I walk up the stairs to see my brothers sitting on the couch. Chris looks up and most definitely didn’t expect to see Y/n crying, he hits nicks shoulder looking worried.

“Ow what the fu-“

Nick says looking up then seeing

Y/n and immediately shuts up.

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Authors notes: Should I make a pt.2? Or is it not worth it?

#sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #family issues #best friend Matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #family problems #yelling #daddy issues #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fandom #matt sturniolo fanfic

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elly99 · 8 months

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And Everywhere All At Once

Part 3 of 3. Check here for more details.

In the midst of the crowds In the shapes in the clouds I don't see nobody but you Constellations of stars Murals on city walls I don't see nobody but you

Spend the summer of a lifetime with me Let me take you to the place of your dreams Tell me, do you feel the love?

A night in Seoul. The night you'd been talking about for so long. You were finally meeting again. You had so much to tell her, so much you wanted to ask, but above all, you just wanted to see her in person again. To see the way she shines in the moonlight, under the stars, like she did in Milan.

And then there it was. Her voice. Cutting through the drone of the city. As sweet as it was the first time you heard it.

"Hey!"

You turn around to see her running to you, arms outstretched. You smile the widest you'd ever smiled and run towards her, taking her into your arms, nearly lifting her up with how much you missed her.

"It's so good to see you," you say softly, tearing up. "I missed you a lot."

"I missed you, too!" she says as she pulls away. You see a sparkle in her eyes telling you she was tearing up as well. "How have you been?"

"I've been great! Been looking forward to tonight. Ever since we met actually."

She takes your hand and smiles. "Me, too."

You return the smile and ask, just like the first time, "Hey, will you go on a walk with me?"

She laughs softly before hugging you again. "I would love nothing more."

It was at a small park near her place where you'd met up. Secluded, nothing fancy, perfect for a cozy evening stroll. But really it didn't matter where you met up. All that mattered was that you did.

After the first few moments of excitement subside, a little awkwardness starts to fill the air. You can feel it in the way she holds your hand. Feel her hand subtly shifting in yours, feel her eyes darting from you to the sky to the ground.

"Oh, how have you been? Sorry, I forgot to ask. Got a little too excited seeing you again," you say, a hint of nervousness in your voice. "You've been so busy the past half year!"

"Wow, I can't believe it's been that long since we last saw each other. Six months." Her eyebrows furrow a little. "But yeah, I've been great! I mean, we've been texting a lot, so you'd know all about it."

"Yeah, I've been following all your stuff! I'm a real Bunny now, I guess. Congrats on Lollapalooza again, by the way! And on your Billboard #1! You guys are incredible."

"Aww, thanks! That means a lot! Yeah, I've been really happy with everything lately. I just feel so lucky and grateful and honored and happy and..." She looks to you and smiles. "Sorry."

"Hey, what are you sorry for?"

"I'm just getting too excited."

"It's no problem! You deserve to be excited! And happy! I know you've been working so hard. You're amazing, Hanni."

And just like that the awkwardness disappeared. She held your hand now with a certainty that wasn't there before. She looks deep into your eyes and whispers, "Thank you." She pauses, looking for something in your gaze, before continuing. "You know, I'm just really excited right now because I get to see you again. Time's flown by so fast and we've been talking almost everyday so it didn't really feel like that long since we last saw each other. But when we scheduled tonight I realized that it really has been six months. And I guess that made me realize just how much I've been missing you."

"I've missed you a lot, too. I remember we had a similar conversation when I got back after Milan. About missing people."

"Yeah, I remember that! I was really emotional that night," she says with a nostalgic smile. Then she looks up at the sky. "And here we are now, under the same stars."

"Here we are now, being stardust together."

That city in Italy was half the world away and half a year had passed since you first met but it still felt like the same night. Like just a continuation of that magical dream you shared. You remember exchanging the same knowing smiles. Knowing that there was something between you that went beyond what words could express. Being with her now felt just like it did back then. It felt right.

"Wanna sit here for a while?" you ask, pointing at a nearby bench under an old tree.

"Sounds good! Hey, tell me more about how you've been! How's uni? Is physics as cool as you were hoping?"

"Oh, yeah! It's been great! It's a lot of work but at least it's something I enjoy. How about you? What do you think you'd want to be studying?"

"Mmm, I'm really into movies these days! So probably film! I do like science, too, so maybe that could be an option as well."

"Right! I saw you asked for a ton of movie recommendations. Have you watched the new Spider-Verse, by the way?"

"Oh. My. Gosh. Yes! And I loved it. It was sooo good!"

"I know right? I think I was bawling for half the movie."

"Aww, really? Same, to be honest. What about it made you cry exactly, though?"

"I think... Just the characters resonated with me a lot. And the idea that love can be so strong that it transcends universes."

"That's a really sweet thought, actually."

She pauses to think about it and smiles. Then she wraps her arms around you, causing you to smile in return.

"What was that for?"

"I don't know. I just felt like it," she says as she pulls away from the hug. "It's just a funny thing, thinking about the multiverse. Like, how many versions of us are out there sitting on this bench right now?"

Assuming it was rhetorical, you don't reply. But you knew that if other universes did exist, there would be an infinite number of versions of you with her, everywhere, all at once. You content yourself with that thought as she continues.

"You know, this feels a lot like when we sat in front of the cathedral."

"Yeah! Though tonight feels a little more real somehow. Do you feel that, too?"

"I do. It just feels different not meeting by chance away from home. Milan really felt like a time out of time, if you know what I mean. Some kind of magic that's hard to describe."

"Yeah, I get that! But I still remember everything so clearly."

"Me, too. I'll never forget it. Meeting you that night, and honestly just talking to you since then has made me reconsider so many things."

"Same!"

"Like sonder. That's been on my mind ever since. It just makes me want to be kinder to everyone I meet. Like see that guy over there? We'll probably never see him again. Tonight's the only time our lives intersect and we'll never get to know what he's really like. But he probably has his own worries and difficulties and... knowing that... doesn't that make you just want to be a little kinder to everyone you meet?"

"Yeah, you know, often when I'm sitting in a park like this, I look at people and try really hard to imagine them as more than just a random passerby. I try to imagine what makes them happy or what difficulties they've been through. How deeply they’ve fallen in love or how much heartbreak they’ve experienced. It's like a compassion exercise."

"I like that. It's always nice sharing in other people's experiences. Sharing your life with someone." She pauses to look at you. "Thank you for sharing your time with me. I know I've said it so many times but, yeah. It makes me really happy."

"I could say the exact same thing to you," you say with a smile. "But back to the guy over there. Did you notice that he was carrying his groceries with him? It didn't seem like he was carrying a lot so there's a good chance he lives alone. And he was walking through the park. If I was carrying my groceries around I'd want to head straight home. I'm guessing he wants to be outside for a while because he has a lot on his mind."

"You're very perceptive about people! And imaginative."

"Well..."

"It's a cool skill to have!"

You smirk a little. "Sure, I'll admit it's cool. Because it got me to talk to you that night. I was sure there was something special about you. And I was right."

"I've thought about that often actually. What this year would have been like if you had never knocked on my door. I'm so glad that you did."

You pause to ponder the possibilities. What could have happened had you stayed silent. What would not have happened between you. You smile realizing how happy you were to be in a universe where you two had this connection.

"You know I was feeling really down that night. There was a lot on my mind."

She nods reassuringly. "I remember."

"One of those thoughts was... Well, I worried that I had felt everything I was ever gonna feel and experienced everything I was ever gonna experience, and from then on out I wasn't going to feel or experience anything new - just lesser repetitions of what I’d already felt. Because of how my life was at the time - moving around all the time. It just felt like a cycle."

"Yeah, I remember you said you felt like your life was just a series of snapshots. Slightly different each time but mostly repetitive. I totally understand that!"

"Exactly. But you happened. You broke that cycle. That night when I saw you I knew it was my chance to change things. To not be afraid of making new connections. To not be afraid of potential loss and just go for it. And you, Hanni..." You take her hand and pull it close to you. "You went above and beyond anything I could have ever expected. You've become my best friend since and the most important person in my life."

You see tears reappear in her eyes. "Aww, man, you're too sweet!"

"I caught myself thinking about it over and over and then I realized that I was just convincing myself that I was unlucky. That it was just the universe's fault for taking people away from me. That it was somehow my destiny. I never really thought about what I could do differently. Isn’t that interesting? Sometimes the past is just a story we tell ourselves and convince ourselves is true. But we can make the present different. And the future, too."

"Yeah, the past is a weird thing. Everyone remembers it slightly differently. And even the same person can remember it differently as time goes on. It's funny that a concrete event can evolve and change in our memories as time goes on."

"Right! Like if I think about our first night in Milan now... I don't know... I remember a lot of what we talked about but now it just feels like a warm afterglow. Like a soft light in my mind."

"That's a great way of putting it! I see that, too. Like the light of a small house in the distance."

A few minutes of silence sitting under the gentle shelter of the tree. You both get lost in your thoughts and enjoy the warmth of that afterglow. Then it hits you. Like an apple falling from a tree right onto Newton's head. You had one very important thing to ask her. But you knew you had to ease into it and asked a simpler question for the moment.

"What's your opinion on trees, Hanni?"

"Mmm, they're really pretty! And in the summer they give us shade. And apples! I love apples. So, yeah, I think they're pretty cool."

You realize that you love how excited she is about life. For the longest time you didn't feel the same, but here with her, just like in Milan, it was like you'd been born again. Like you were discovering the world for the first time.

"How about regrets? Do you have any?"

"That's a sudden change." You see her smile fade slightly and you instantly feel the urge to explain yourself.

"Sorry! I know that's a little heavy but I promise it's all connected. Ok, let me go first." You pause to find the right words. "I do have regrets. Remember how I told you that I've lost contact with so many old friends? How moving around all the time made me sad and anxious?"

"Of course I do."

"Yeah. Well, after Milan, after you," you smile and continue, "after we promised to make the most of that night, I never really stopped making the most of every day after that. You made me happy again in ways that I can't even describe. And so since then I've regretted not trying hard enough. Because relationships are not a one-way street. As much as people drifted away from me, I drifted away from them. Maybe if I tried harder to keep my connections, I wouldn't have lost so many. Maybe if I didn't give up so easily..."

She holds your hand.

"I also regret being unhappy with my life. And I know that being unhappy is normal. It's ok not to be ok. It's just I have so much, I've received so much love, I've experienced so much of the world and, though life may be difficult, I regret not appreciating everything that I have. You helped change that for me. Ever since I met you, I've appreciated every single moment of existence. I know that sounds dramatic but it's true..."

She holds on more tightly. Then responds.

"I have a regrets, too. Not big ones. But sometimes I wish I could do more for others. For our fans especially! They're all so sweet and I wish I could return all their love. So yeah, sometimes I think I could do better at many aspects of my job..."

"You? Being kinder to people? Impossible. You're already the kindest and sweetest person I know. And you being a better idol than you already are? Impossible as well."

"Thank you," she smiles gently. "You're the sweetest person I know! But yeah, sometimes I can't help but feel those things."

You pause for a moment.

"Thanks for sharing, Hanni. So the reason I'm asking all of this is because, sitting under this beautiful tree, I remembered some things I learned about trees a long time ago." You turn to look her in the eyes. "Hanni, we should be more like trees."

She smiles, almost as if she were about to laugh, before asking, "Why is that?"

"So imagine you're a tree. Imagine your regrets, your mistakes, your failures as scars on your skin, like tree carvings on the bark of a tree. Over time tree carvings don't fade or get any smaller as the tree grows, but they don't get any bigger either. So even if your scars don't fade, you as a person can grow and evolve and flourish and, in the end, make your scars a smaller part of yourself."

"I love that."

"And remember how I said I didn't want to give up so easily anymore? Well, you know what happens when trees don't give up so easily?"

"What?"

"Autumn."

"I love autumn! But what do you mean?"

"Red leaves in autumn are the trees giving their all before they succumb to the winter. The harder they fight, the more brilliant their colors become. So as trees we are the most colorful and bright when we don't give up."

Her smile grows to the point that her eyes light up. Or maybe it's the twinkle of the stars in her eyes as tears begin to form. She hugs you to hide her face.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"So will you be a tree with me, Hanni?"

She releases you from her embrace and meets your eyes once again. "I'd love to."

With that conversation over, you knew you couldn't delay any longer.

"Speaking of trees, I'm thinking of a song right now. And I think it expresses pretty well the way I feel with you. Can I play it for you?"

"Of course!"

Look at me I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty just holding your hand

Walk my way And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello that music I hear I get misty the moment you're near

Can't you see that you're leading me on? And it's just what I want you to do Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost That's why I'm following you

On my own When I wander through this wonderland alone Never knowing my right foot from my left, my hat from my glove I'm too misty and too much in love

Too misty and too much in love

And there it was. The right moment to ask her that question.

"Hanni, I gotta ask. How do you feel about... us? Cuz..." You steel yourself and take a deep breath. "I know I'm in love with you. I have been for a while now."

You look to her and see a stunned expression on her face. For obvious reasons. You feel doubt creep into your mind as to whether you made the right decision.

"Sorry, does that make me a freak? Am I crazy? I know we've only been texting and calling and this is only our second time meeting in person but I know I've never felt like this for anyone else before. And I know we have something special."

She quickly grabs your hand again and smiles at you reassuringly.

"No, no. I get it. You know I think love is... I think anybody that falls in love is a freak. It’s such a crazy, stupid, insane, but wonderful thing to do. It’s like socially acceptable insanity, isn't it?. Everybody knows it can go so wrong. You can get rejected, couples can break up. But people still confess. People still love."

"So... do you..."

She stops you before you can finish.

"But meeting you that night made me realize that we're all here only briefly. The time we have with the people we love is short, life can fly by so quickly. So in my time here, I want to allow myself joy and happiness. Even if it is crazy."

She pauses. Looks into your eyes again.

"So yeah, it's crazy, but I'm pretty sure I fell in love with you the night we met. And I've been happier than ever since."

"I..."

Seeing that you were at a loss for words, she hugs you. But with both of your confessions out on the table, her embrace felt that much warmer.

When she lets go, however, her expression betrays a hint of concern.

"But... I'm not sure if I can commit to a relationship just yet. You know how my job is..."

"Hanni, I understand completely! Don't worry," you say, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

"I'm just afraid we'll change as time goes on and you won't like me anymore or we'll have different responsibilities that keep us apart. Before we even have a chance to be together."

"I get scared of change, too. You know that about me more than most at this point. But that's just it. Everyone's changing. All the time. And it's exciting to see people grow and change and share in that. You're the one who taught me that."

You take her hand again.

"And yes it's always hard to truly know someone if we're always changing. It's hard for people to even know themselves. But like you said before, it's about the attempt. And I'm not afraid of trying anymore. Because I feel safe with you."

"There's no safer place than home," she says softly.

Your heart flutters. Indeed you were home with her.

"So you'll wait for me?"

"Always. I love you, Hanni."

"I love you, too."

And there it was. Those three words exchanged between the two of you for the first time.

In a whisper she asks, "Can I kiss you?"

You can only nod shyly in response. As she slowly leans in you close your eyes. First you feel her hand gently pulling you closer. Then it's her lips on yours. Through closed eyes you see all the stars in the night sky. And every sky across the multiverse.

No matter the form of existence, you would love her. In every universe and every timeline you would have fallen for her. No matter how long it would take, you would wait for her. Because her name was in your heart. And it was Hanni.

#hanni x reader #hanni #hanni new jeans #newjeans x reader

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numinousmysteries · 4 months

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Dancing the Tandava (10/10)

We've reached the end. Thank you for all your kind words, likes, and reblogs. I'm so happy you enjoyed this story and I'm thankful this fandom is still alive and kicking <3

[on Ao3] @today-in-fic

Geneva, Switzerland 2023

The rumbling stops abruptly. Mulder opens his eyes and sees that light, both from the fluorescent overhead and the window, has returned to the room. He’s still huddled under the desk with Scully and Hannah but there’s no longer any debris strewn on the floor.

“What the hell was that?” Scully says, her voice taking on the high-pitched tone he knows she only uses when she’s faced with something she truly can’t explain.

Equally baffled, he shrugs as the three of them get up from the floor. They’re in the same office as they were before, but there’s no sign the room was just rocked by a seismic quake. Instead, the desk is neatly organized. The messy piles of paper are gone, along with the bael tree in the corner of the room.

“Look at this,” Hannah says, holding up a framed photo on the desk. Bellona is in the picture alongside an olive-skinned woman around his age and three teenagers who must be their children. All five are dressed in hiking gear, smiling atop a mountain.

Mulder tries the door again and this time it opens easily. Hannah and Scully follow him out into the hallway. There’s no sign of Bellona or any of his followers. The door closes behind them and he notices the nameplate bearing Bellona’s name is gone and is replaced with one that reads “Dr. Samita Shah.”

Hannah and Scully spot the nameplate as well and the three of them stare at each other in bewilderment.

“We should check the collider tunnel,” Hannah says.

Hannah doesn’t have the authority to access the LHC tunnel as an intern, but after a few texts to her friend Emmanuelle from the control center, she’s able to swipe her ID card at the ATLAS entry point. Her card grants her access to the elevator, too. The giant elevator lurches into action and they begin their long descent hundreds of feet underground.

The elevator opens into the tunnel that houses the LHC. There’s a narrow walkway along the side of the curved wall, tracing the body of the collider that extends for miles ahead of them.

Mulder spots movement up ahead and the three of them sprint down the walkway toward the shadowy shape.

“It’s William,” Scully shouts as they get closer. Mulder steps aside to let her reach William first.

Their son is on his hands and knees with his head bowed.

“Don’t move,” Scully cautions, as she checks him for signs of injury. “Did you hit your head?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he says. “I’m okay.”

Mulder joins Scully as they gently help him up to his feet. “I’m in the LHC tunnel? At CERN?” He asks.

“Yeah, buddy,” Mulder says.

“And it’s 2023?”

Mulder confirms the year for him as Scully keeps a firm grip on William’s forearm, both to keep him steady and ensure he won’t disappear again.

“Mom,” William pulls her into a hug. “You saved the world.”

“She has a habit of doing that,” Mulder says, embracing both of them.. He’s reminded of the night William was born, finding Scully and the baby in that dilapidated room, and feeling so overwhelmed by fear and love. His heart hammers as he squeezes his family tighter, unwilling to let them go.

“William!” He hears Hannah shouting and heading towards them.

William frees himself of his parents’ grasp and runs past them along the walkway to meet Hannah. Mulder and Scully watch as Hannah goes to hug him but William takes her face in his hands and kisses her on the lips. They can see Hannah’s shock melting into joy as she grabs him around the waist and draws him in closer. Their lips draw apart but their faces stay close as they whisper to each other. Mulder can’t hear everything they’re saying but he can make out a few “missed yous” and “love yous”

“They make a good team,” Scully says quietly.

“They remind me of us. I guess declarations of love following near-death time-travel experiences run in the family.”

She smirks at him but rises on her tip toes to kiss his cheek, imprinting the spot where she once landed a right hook on a ghost ship. Her lips are warm and soft on his skin, a far gentler sensation than the one her sharp knuckles left back in 1939.

William turns back towards them and calls out, “Let’s get out here.”

William and Hannah walk back to the elevator holding hands. Mulder smiles at Scully, happy to see the relief in her eyes, then guides her in the direction they came from with his hand on the small of her back.

***

Once Scully feels confident that William doesn’t have a head injury or other serious physical damage from his disappearance, the foursome make their way to CERN’s Restaurant 1 cafeteria for dinner. William fills them in on his trip to Camp Hero in 1993. A Google search on Hannah’s phone fails to turn up any articles on Samita Shah’s death. Instead, she’s currently listed as a visiting scientist at CERN, on a one-year fellowship while her husband, Vincent Bellona, continues his work as a tenured physics professor at Princeton.

“It worked, mom,” William says to Scully, smiling. “You convinced Dr. Shah not to join the project.”

“Apparently,” Scully says. “But what I don’t understand is, why do we have no memory of this? If we were able to change the past by altering Shah and Bellona’s timeline, why don’t dad and I remember meeting you in the past? Or any of this happening in 1993?”

“They must’ve wiped our memory before we left Camp Hero,” Mulder says. “The military had that technology back then. They did it to me at Ellens Air Base on one of our very first cases together.”

“Or we could be dealing with a multiverse scenario,” Hannah says.

William looks at her agape. “We must be if you’re seriously proposing that. I think I like you even more in this universe.”

“Ha, ha,” Hannah intones sarcastically and William winks back at her.

“Anyway, I can’t believe how young the two of you looked,” William says to his parents in between bites of his burger. “And even though you were just partners, I could totally tell you liked each other. It was kind of cute.”

“Oh, William,” Scully says. “I can only imagine which ridiculous suit I was wearing, or what tie your dad had on. We must’ve seemed terminally uncool.”

“Well, I wouldn’t really call you guys cool now,” William counters. Mulder playfully flicks a piece of paper straw wrapper at his son. William adeptly dodges it and the balled-up paper flies over this shoulder.

Hannah pokes Wiliam’s bicep with her finger. “Don’t tease them,” she says. “Your parents are awesome. Look how they helped me find you, and how they helped you back in 1993 when they didn’t even know you.”

“They got to know me,” William says, smiling wryly at Mulder. “It took my mom a little more time to believe me, but she got there.”

Scully glances down and Mulder rests a hand on her thigh trying to comfort her. “I wouldn’t have expected any less,” he says.

“It’s just that now—” Scully starts, her voice breaking as a breath catches in her throat. “I couldn’t imagine life without you. We were so scared when you disappeared.”

The mood of the table sombers until William stands up and comes around to the other side to hug his mother. Still seated, she rests her head against his stomach and embraces him around the waist. “I would love you in any universe,” she whispers, pulling back slightly to wipe tears from her eyes.

“I know,” William says, smoothing down her auburn hair. “I think we’d always recognize each other. You too, dad.” He smiles at Mulder then over the table at Hannah. “And you too, Hannah.” Across their trays of half-eaten food, Mulder sees Hannah blushing.

Since finding out William had disappeared, Mulder’s been running on adrenaline, not giving himself a moment to pause and consider the possibility that they’d never see their son again. Now, the relief washes over him like a crashing wave and he doesn’t fight the tears as they come.

So much has changed in thirty years since a skeptical, red-headed spy sauntered into his office haughty with the confidence that comes from never seeing the supposedly immutable laws of nature mutate before your eyes. They tested and challenged each other and forged an elemental bond that couldn’t be shattered with all the energy the world’s largest particle accelerator could muster.

So much has changed for the better. They have a miracle of a son. He just heard Scully essentially admit to believing in alternate universes, although he has no intention of pointing that out to her. He hasn’t abandoned his quest for answers, but he’s found that unraveling the mysteries of the universe can coexist with loving and being loved. It’s more than he ever thought he deserved, and it’s all he could ever want for his son.

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CHAPTER TWO.

╰┈➤ DIFFICULT !

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a/n — this is literally so short and such a filler chapter too i'm sorry it took me so long to get out </3

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By the end of the morning, you've concluded that you have arrhythmia.

It has to be, because you're trying to deny the only other possible reason your heart would be beating this fast in your chest.

And it doesn't make sense, really. That you're getting nervous around a boy you met maybe only a few days ago, a boy who practically ran you into a wall on the first meeting.

You can't wrap your head around the countless daydreams you've gotten lost in, all involving what you've imagined to be a warm touch, a contagious smile, and just being with him.

And it's stupid, childish and unlike you, to hopelessly lose yourself in some dumb fantasy with a cute boy you really don't know at all. But in spite of your efforts, you still can't help yourself falling down the rabbit hole of what if's.

So you ignore his many texts to you, his number not saved in your phone but memorized from the amount of texts you've gotten. Lo'ak was concerned for you— that much was made clear from the amount of 'how are you's?' or 'u sure u ok?'.

But you refuse to respond to them, leaving him on delivered, despite jumping up every time you get a notification on your phone and seeing that it's from him.

You're dozing in and out of conscious when you realize your morning lecture is finally wrapping up, the people around you all starting to pack up and leave. You're close to doing the same when the professor calls your name, and you turn around, scared he's about to scold you for your lack of attention today. "Yes, professor?"

"I wanted to talk to you about an opportunity from one of our trainers here on campus."

You raised a brow, intrigued. "Really?"

"Yes," he continues. "She's looking for an apprentice for a few months, to help her during the basketball games. She was asking for one of my better students, so I recommended you. It would also count as your internship part for this class."

Shocked and now wide awake, and a little proud you were recommended for the job, you smiled, nodding your head excitedly. "I would love to! Thank you so much for the recommendation. Do you know how I can contact her?"

"Her names Coach Via, here's her card with all her information. She's really eager for you to start— if you're able to you can meet her in the gym right now, basketball's training right now."

"I'll be right on it, thank you so much again!" You called out as you exited the classroom, locating the entrance of the gym and opening the doors, stilling as soon as you walked in.

You were met with the dribbling of basketballs and the sound of shooting, when everyone seemingly paused as you walked in, clearly invading their practice time.

"Um, hi," you called out, pausing when you scanned the room of unfamiliar faces, landing on the one you were trying to avoid this whole time.

He was on the basketball team?

Your throat went dry, and you snapped out of your state of panic when you realized nobody greeted you back. "Sorry, I'm looking for your trainer? Via?"

At the sound of her name, the girl walked in with the coach, who yelled at the boys to be respectful to the newcomer, and for them to continue on with their practice.

They kept on, all ignoring your presence except for a certain three boys, which went over your head as the trainer and coach approached you.

"You must be Y/n."

At the call of your name you nod, shaking hands with the woman. "And I'm guessing you're coach Via?"

"That I am. Thanks for coming on such short notice, by the way. It's nice to have a helping hand over here."

"Thank you, really. It's a great opportunity for me." You smiled, gaze faltering to the boy just across the room, doing a 1v1 drill with another teammate.

The coach, who you forgot was standing near you both, finally spoke up. "Thanks for helping around here, Y/n. I apologize in advance for the boys though, do you know any of them?"

As you look back, really only paying attention to Lo'ak, you shake your head no. "Uh- no, can't say I do."

"Ah, I'll make sure to introduce you at the end of practice then."

You thank the head coach and follow Via into another room, looking around curiously.

"This is where we store most of our supplies— tape for the boys, any kt tape, ice and whatnot."

"Gotcha." You smiled, and before Via continued there was a knock on the door, someone's large figure taking up the space in the doorframe.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?"

You're almost sure you're having a heart attack when you recognize the voice.

"Not at all!" Via replies before you can process what's even happening. "What do you need?"

"Jammed my finger, just need it taped."

"This sounds like one for you, Y/n," The girl innocently smiles, completely unaware of the panic she's just caused. "Tapes in the drawer over there. I'll be back in the gym if you need anything else."

And then there were two.

You quickly move to the drawer before either of you get the chance to say something, grabbing the roll and moving towards Lo'ak, hesitantly reaching for his hand. His touch is warm— hot against your icy hands and somehow soothing.

"Which fingers need to be taped?" Your tone is formal, distant and cold, and Lo'ak frowns at the way you address him.

But he decides to stay silent, opting for wiggling them and letting you do your job.

You take the tape, gently closing the two fingers together and wrapping the strand of tape around them, tearing it off and sticking it closed. "Anything else?"

He's quiet for a quick moment, eyes traveling upwards to meet your own. "Why are you avoiding me?"

You freeze with your back turned to him, in the process of putting the tape back. "I don't," you stutter, unsure of how you got stuck in this situation. "I don't know what you mean."

"Look, I'm sorry if I was too forward or anything, but you stormed off that day in the cafe," he recalled, walking over to stand in front of you, trying to meet your eyes again. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't," you shake your head, coming up with an excuse. "I was in a rush. Didn't think I would make it to class on time."

"Liar," He calls you out, and you feel frozen once again, scared that he'll say out loud what you've been thinking the past week.

"You were just too scared to ride on my motorcycle again."

Or maybe not.

You almost breathe out in relief, and shake your head, laughing lightly. "Whatever."

"Don't 'whatever' me!" He laughs back, looking down at you. "I promise next time I'll take my car."

"Next time?" You inquire, raising a brow.

"Well- I mean- what I meant-" He stumbled over his words, scratching his head awkwardly. "I was kind of hoping there was gonna be a next time."

"As long as you're still paying, that's fine by me."

"It's a date," He grinned foolishly as he started to leave the room, heading back to practice. "I mean-"

"It's a date." You find yourself confirming it, your grin matching his.

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After basketballs practice ended, you head back to the apartment, immediately crashing onto your shared couch.

What's gotten into you? You're asking yourself so many questions, unable to train your mind from thinking of Lo'ak, how it felt to have his hand against yours, or how you're all of a sudden agreeing to a date with the boy you've met just a couple weeks ago, if that.

You're interrupted from spiraling any further when the jangle of keys sound from outside, and you realize your roommates home.

She's fast to notice your state of mind as you lay on the couch.

"What's wrong, roomie?"

"I hate men." You confide, groaning into the pillow.

"There's a boy?" Tsireya asks, her tone changing from concerned to curious. "Who is it?"

"Lo'ak Sully," you admit, and with your head buried deep into the couch, you miss her shocked expression. "I guess I agreed to go on a coffee date with him."

"I know him!" Tsireya pipes up, and you raise your head.

"You do?"

"He's a sweet guy, y/n. We're friends, kinda. But what's wrong with him?"

"Nothing! That's the problem!"

She tilts her head dumbly at you. "...What?"

"I've barely known the guy for two weeks and I can't stop imagining stupid scenarios about him. I hardly know the guy, I don't even know why I'm doing this." You complain as Tsireya takes a seat next to you.

"Y/n, it's okay to go on dates with people, you know? Have some fun, and you'll get to know him along the way. Stop throwing yourself into this fit of worry, and just enjoy the moment."

"That's-" you paused, taking a moment to collect your thoughts and stare at Tsireya. "Good advice, actually."

"What can I say, it's what I'm good for." She smiles at you, leaving to her own room, and you alone with your thoughts.

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You wake up to another text from Lo'ak, and you're sure of it, as you'd finally saved his number in your phone.

'Pick you up in 10?'

You respond with a quick 'yes' and get up, rushing to get ready on time. With no class today, you're not too worried about your books, settling for packing your laptop and your notes, then meeting Lo'ak outside, slightly shocked at the sight of a car.

"No motorcycle this time?"

"Couldn't risk bringing it, it was driving you away," He grins, unlocking the door. "Same cafe?"

"Yeah." You nod, still speaking quietly, and still somewhat reserved, despite Tsireya's advice.

"You're quiet." Lo'ak points out, not taking his eyes off the road.

"What if I'm normally quiet?"

"Something tells me that the way you kept rambling about the motorcycle that you're not as reserved as you say you are."

"Whatever," You brush him off with a roll of your eyes, leaning back in the chair. "Maybe I just don't like you."

"You agreed to go out on a date with me!"

"Maybe I felt bad."

"Literally get out." He joked, his laugh echoing loudly throughout the car.

"I'm not getting out of a moving car, Lo'ak."

"I could pull over and let you out."

"Shut up and drive me to my free coffee please."

"Starting to regret asking you out on a date." He smiles, glancing over at you before pulling into the parking lot.

"No you're not." You retorted, waiting for him to park and getting out and grabbing your bag, walking to the familiar cafe.

"Yeah," he smiles at you, and you're sure your heart skips a few beats with how he looks at you. "I'm not."

As you walk into the cafe, you realize, you're in a lot deeper than you thought you were.

And maybe you don't realize it,

But so is he.

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yangtaros · 1 year

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jeno x female reader fluff

soulmates start to feel dizzy when they’re apart for too long until they kiss

part 1 part 2 part 3

“hi czennie!” mark waved at the camera on the phone they use to do lives. the rest of dream waved and started to read comments.

is jeno okay?

jeno looks tired

jeno you good?

“jeno people are worried” haechan quietly whispered

jeno slowly blinked and leaned towards the phone to read comments, after he saw them he leaned back on the wall. “czennie i’m not tired thanks for caring”

the rest of dream has concerned looks on their face. soon they heard a knock on the door of the room they were in. mark got up to answer it and it was a staff. she signaled for jeno to leave the live.

“i gotta go love you all” as he got up he stumbled.

“we are taking you to the doctor right now”

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you were laying on your back on the grass staring at the sky

“y/n i think we should take you to the emergency room or something”

“just give it some time it’ll wear off like earlier”

“i’m giving you 3 more minutes” giselle said while grabbing her phone.

mark: hey, check twitter trends

“wait mark just texted me to check twitter trends?”

“huh” you were so out of it.

“nothing.” giselle went on twitter, “oh… oh wait! something!”

“what”

“get well soon jeno is trending and so is this video”

giselle showed you a clip of jeno stumbling out of the live from earlier. a smile grows on her face.

“there’s some people that think he’s drunk and some are worried about him being overworked”

“wait”

“y/n! he’s your soulmate!”

“nct must’ve been practicing in the dance room next to us!”

“i don’t know how i didn’t piece that together, but we have to get you to him fast!”

“wait so i’m just going to go and… kiss him?

“if you want to function in society… yes! and don’t act like you didn’t like him. weren’t you supposed to hang out with him tomorrow?”

“yes! but like kissing is a big-” you paused, feeling light headed, “never mind let’s just go”

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on the way, giselle called mark and let him know. he relayed it to everyone else, “i thought so” haechan laughed.

the only person who didn’t know yet was jeno. you soon arrived to the er, stumbling to jeno’s room. “i’m nervous”

“don’t be he’s your soulmate you have your life ahead of you to get to know him, now i’ll be outside the door okay?”

you nodded and knocked on the door.

“come in”

you walk in to see him on the bed drinking a bunch of orange juice.

“oh, hi y/n.”

“hi”

“they told me to drink a lot of fluids... sorry to say i think we’ll have to cancel tomorrow”

“um actually i’ve been having the same symptoms you’re having and… and right now it’s kind of at ease”

jeno paused. he realized he was starting to feel fine. “woah y/n you’re-”

jeno stayed silent contemplating what he would say next while he got out of bed to talk to you.

“y/n. can i ask where you went today?”

“i was at sm…”

jeno pondered for a bit

“can i ask if you were close to the dancer studios?”

you took a breath, “i was. you?”

“yeah i was”

jeno inched closer, “i guess there’s one thing to do”

jeno slowly grabbed your waist and brought you closer to him. “can i y/n?”

you nodded and jeno kissed you. he took his time, his grip tightening. you no longer felt any lingering dizziness. when he pulled back he kissed your forehead, “feel better?”

you nodded, “are you better?”

he smiled and nodded, “but let me do it again just to make sure”

you giggled and leaned back into the kiss.

thanks for the love on this and requests for my next soulmate story is now open!

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What Makes a Man a Monster?

Chapter 4: Man are the only animal who cause their own downfall.

This one is going to probably be pretty fun :3 (ALSO I FIXED THE SPACING SO IT ISNT JUST ALL A WALL OF TEXT ANYMORE SORRY FOR THAT IN PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.)

Sixer continued his trip, or whatever this was to wherever he was going next.

It was a good thing that soldier didn't bother him, because Sixer didn't want to have to deal with being wanted by the NCR again.

His walks were silent, no words spoken by him. Because his words were never really his own, were they? And many times he couldn't even tell if that voice in his head was really speaking.

Because he didn't have a voice, not his own anyways.

He would have to be careful, with the NCR base up ahead. The roads were long as always, but they can always be made longer with altercations with... Distasteful Governments. COUGH COUGH ANY GOVER-

So walking inconspicuously along the road, Sixer passed the NCR base, which he did not care to know the name of, the traders loitering around not even bothering to try to pick their sales onto this obviously broke and homeless man.

Continuing on, He passed by a group of ants feasting on a dead Radscorpion, taking hunks of flesh back to their family? do ants have familial bonds? fuck if I know man.

Dust obscured the farther distance and where the ants were heading. Sixer watched them for a moment, he had and has all the time in the world.

One of the ants noticed Sixer's prescence and made a cautious clicking noise, which Sixer put his hands in the air and stepped back slowly.

[Speech 30/25 I'm goin man, don't mind me my good Sir? M'am? Uh.. M'ant?]

(Success)

Somehow the ant was convinced and nodded? Is Sixer hallucinating again? Fucks sake starting to wonder if he's been hitting the chems again. But hell, when is he not?

Okay, obviously not now but whatever. Sixer steps away, causing the dust beneath him to stir and leave the prints of his boots behind as he does a full turn and speedwalks away, back onto the road.

Soon he reaches one of the damn thousands of ruins across what's left of America. He can practically smell the filth of the raiders that are living here. And well.. Sixer didn't have a damn weapon.

Raiders aren't anywhere near as accepting as ants, which is funny because that means the Raiders are worse than animals. If fucking insects are more chill.

But I mean, Insects havent been huffing jet and shooting up Psycho all day so theres that I guess.

He saw a vaguely sharp-ish large flat hunk of scrap with what somewhat resembled a handle. Taking this as a makeshift weapon he trudged on, knowing he will inevitably have to deal with these assholes.

Kneeling down and sneaking close to what little remained of those walls walls. Good thing he saw the raider first, but... that didn't mean he wasn't going to get shot. Which he definitely did as soon as that dickhole saw him.

BANG, right in the neck.

It didn't kill him, but didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Sixer rushed at that raider full force, kicking him right in the gut. That raider had no Idea what the hell he was in for, along with his.. Multiple other buddies.

As soon as Sixer took him by suprise, He hit that guy in the neck hard with his.. Lets just fuckin call it a sword.

A full force swing from that thing and it got caught in the raider's neck, Splattering blood into the dust and making the raider practically gargle his own blood.

More bullets flew by, multiple hitting Sixer, but considering him, do you think he gave a fuck? Sixer didn't even give a damn to grab the gun the raider that was still currently dying had.

He rushed one of the other raiders, chopping into her with a horrifying crack sound and a fatal hit. Screams of pain fell upon deaf ears as Sixer's slaughter of the raiders continued.

The raiders finally realized after a major hit to their forces that they were faced with death itself, and it was having fun.

Sixer finally stopped when they fled.

FLED.

He was soaked in blood again but this time it wasn't even his own, how he liked it. His weapon drenched in blood and probably the damn tears of his enemies.

Blood soaked the dusty sand and made this look like the scene of an obvious slaughter.

And you can't spell slaughter without and S and laughter. And Sixer begins with S.

Sixer wouldn't leave good loot behind, so he took whatever caps, ammo, and chems the corpses had on them, shoving them into his bag with little care. His Pip-Boy updated his inventory, neat.

Sixer took his makeshift weapon and wiped the blood off on one of the less bloody corpses. He used the bricks remaining on the ruined buildings to sharpen this weapon. Which when he returned to the road he practically dragged it behind him.

He may be the main character, but that definitely doesn't mean he's a good person.

Because he's not.

There's no rest for the wicked, and same goes for Sixer, he kept going, smelling the smoke of a body burning pile. Nipton. Wonderful.

Not the smell someone would get used to, but if you've been around the wasteland, you've absolutely smelled worse just from the people walking past.

A man ran out from the town as Sixer approached, and started yelling about some lottery. He immediately saw Sixer drenched in blood and split it. No time for conversation when there's a man covered in blood dragging a big-ass sword made of scrap metal.

With a look that screams bloody murder.

Sixer is an unpredictable man, but one predictable thing is he is not immune to curiosity. Which can cause pain, but not kill him, because he ain't a pussy.

Blood drying on his clothes and smoke filling whatever Sixer has that resembles lungs, he went towards the Nipton town hall. Seeing men bound to crosses offering no mercy to them, and a man walking out of the town hall that many know too well.

Vulpes Inculta.

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 1 month

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The bad news is that we failed to get into the book club. The good news is that means we can go pick up where we left off at the Whirling.

I mistakenly enter Cindy's room instead of the apartment block.

A hundred tiny feet scurrying beneath the grate. The rats of the city.

VISUAL CALCULUS - Ruination has come. The broken arches betray the once grand history of this building. It towered over the harbour, until *it* happened.

Form a guess about what happened.

[Discard thought.]

VISUAL CALCULUS - A great force from the northeast fired into the city. Heavy artillery shelled the coastline, fired from the water -- a straight shot into Revachol.

The tenement acted as a defensive wall against the worst of the shelling. Until it was destroyed, and they had a direct firing line.

Take in the ocean.

Look at the ruins in the water.

Time to go. [Finish thought.]

VISUAL CALCULUS - The waves of the Martinaise inlet roll over the fallen remains of the building. The dark waters obscure the better part of the remains.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - What didn't fall into the ocean was used as scrap; what wasn't used as scrap was thrown into the ocean.

2. Look at the ruins in the water.

VISUAL CALCULUS - Those arches acted as support for something greater than what you see now.

Only three storeys stand where nine to twelve once did. Restoration has failed. What the shelling took out was never re-built.

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - Underwater, iron helmets have sunk deep into the sand and the mud. Helmets of soldiers. And their fingerbones, too. And clavicles. Littering the ocean floor...

3. Who did this? This damage?

VISUAL CALCULUS - A fleet -- the combined armies of Occident and Graad, with Mesque volunteers. A five-nation army. Hundreds of vessels.

They massed airships further down, in the bay of Revachol. The artillery was so powerful, the ships not only required gyroscopic stabilization -- they were anchored into the ocean floor as well.

Many are still there to this day. If you squint, you can just barely see the shadow on the water, far in the northeast. Cannons still ready to placate Revachol.

+5 XP

4. "Hey Kim. Do you know who *shelled* our city?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "The Coalition," says the lieutenant. "But that was a long time ago. I think we should move on. It's chilly up here."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He does not like talking politics of this kind.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - He fears the discussion might lead to disagreements. As it often does.

5. Time to go. [Finish thought.]

🎵 Whirling-in-Rags, 12 PM

Smoker's still here.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Hi again, gendarme."

4. [Composure - Legendary 14] What is it about the way he carries himself?

+1 He's so different.

COMPOSURE [Legendary: Failure] - It's the sports, he's a sports guy, all about that physical prowess and athletic skill... Nothing else here.

Ok, back to pinball, then.

3. "Let's take a closer look." (Pull out the machine.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Oh, great." The lieutenant sighs.

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - 'CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS' reads the golden lettering on top of the backbox. There's a small column of text underneath it. The machine is coin-operated.

INTERFACING - Get the game on, finger-boy! Those flippers are *ready*.

Lean closer to read the text.

Inspect the playing field.

Insert coin.

"Pinball isn't for me." [Leave.]

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - Above the painting of a moustached man climbing a hill, a column reads: 'Inspired by the legend of Cornelius Gurdi taking on the world's tallest peak, Corpus Mundi. The Mesque legends holds that when the nation is in danger, heroic Gurdi shall return and save his people.

2. Inspect the playing field.

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - The theme of the game is to explore Gurdi’s climb through the perspective of goats, and to ascend to the top of the mountain in a time of trouble.

The peak of the mountain is at the top of the playfield. All the balls have small goat icons on them, and represent the goats as they race up and down the mountain.

Areas around the playfield represent Gurdi’s climb: Places he was said to have camped, which the goats can discover. Get them to the summit!

3. What's with all the goats?

INTERFACING - Indeed. Think of them as balls.

4. And Gurdi?

INTERFACING - A mountaineer? A Mesque nationalist? A goat herd? Play the damn game already.

5. Insert coin.

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - It takes a while to get into a rhythm, but pretty soon you're able to keep three goat-faced balls in play with with relative ease.

INTERFACING - Go-go, finger-boy!

KIM KITSURAGI - "I feel sorry for the goats. If they only knew the kind of guy old Cornelius really was..."

"Wait, what 'kind of guy' was he then?"

"I'm pretty good at this." (Continue playing.)

"Enough with the fun." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "The kind of a guy who uses the word 'savages' a lot when recounting his travels. A Mesque nationalist."

"A racist mountaineer?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "An avid huntsman too," the lieutenant adds. "He was often photographed in his dining hall, surrounded by wall-mounted hunting trophies from every continent."

"That is *not* cool."

"Technically the human beings *are* at the top of the food-chain, so…"

KIM KITSURAGI - "He also hit his wife. And kids. Other people's kids too. Sometimes pets. Hateful little man."

"But you seem to be having fun?" He nods at the machine.

"I'm pretty good at this." (Continue playing.)

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - Your game is definitely improving. The jolly goats are flying all over the board and although a few plummet to their deaths you're never left with less than three.

Suddenly a special passage, leading to the summit, slides open at the top of the board. This is where the balls need to go.

Concentrate and aim for the narrow passage.

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - Maneuvering a goat-ball into a position for a perfect hit isn't easy. More fall to their deaths, but finally the opportunity presents itself. One of them gets through.

PERCEPTION [Medium: Success] - Tiny hammer shatters something inside the machine. Something glass.

LOGIC [Challenging: Success] - An ampoule?

INLAND EMPIRE [Challenging: Success] - The last one.

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - The words 'PALE RUPTURE' light up on the speaker panel and the machine starts filling with a thick milky fog... something's happening.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Congratulations." The lieutentant nods. "This is where the game ends. It's a cheap way of getting more money out of the players. A stupid, nihilistic finale."

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - There's so much fog you can barely see anything. Some is actually leaking out of the machine and one by one your goats start slipping, disappearing into the milky nothingness.

INLAND EMPIRE [Challenging: Success] - Lucky goats. The fog looks soft and inviting.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Trivial: Success] - This *can* be navigated. The balls leave an almost imperceptible 'disruptions' in the fog. Use them to calculate where they hit next.

VOLITION [Challenging: Success] - The amount of focus it takes to predict when a ball-goat is in striking range is staggering, but it *can* be done. Focus!

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - You're down to your last goat, going mostly by sound -- eyes are useless at this point -- but that goat is something special. Five times you snatch him back from the jaws of death.

"Kim, it can be done -- just watch!"

[Reaction Speed - Legendary 14] Stay on the ball.

"Why do they even make these if it's impossible to win?!" [Give up, winning is too stressful.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "I am. I've seen it before. Played it too. You will eventually make a mistake -- and then it's all over."

[Reaction Speed - Legendary 14] Stay on the ball.

-1 Bad at ballgames.

No good, even with me changing into the beanie.

REACTION SPEED [Legendary: Failure] - How, if you can't even see it?

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - The last goat plummets into the fog with almost suicidal glee.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - It killed himself to *spite* you.

INTERFACING - There goes nothing, finger-boy.

CORNELIUS GURDI AND THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - The machine is dead and silent. It needs serious maintenance before anyone can play again.

ELEVATOR - This small elevator is dimly lit by a bulb that's been glowing for ages. The latticed cage is open, inviting you to step inside.

Look in.

[Leave.]

ELEVATOR - Smells of nougat and sweat. Your head brushes up against the ceiling. There is a control panel to your right -- and just enough room for two people to fit in.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - The maintenance card under the control panel reads: 'Last Maintenance: 10 July '88'.

Look at the elevator controls.

"It says the last maintenance was in '88."

"I wonder what this elevator was used for."

(Close the doors and go up.)

[Leave.]

ELEVATOR - There are large rectangular buttons: 'Monter', 'Descendre', and an international: 'Call for Emergency Assistance'. That third one appears to be broken.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - A small steel plaque reads 'Halter 800'. Halter is a Königsteiner lift company who went out of business a long, long time ago.

2. "It says the last maintenance was in '88."

KIM KITSURAGI - "That it does." The lieutenant peeks in. "I say -- let's brave it."

"This elevator was last maintained in the *future*?"

"Eighty-eight... This elevator was maintained a long time ago."

KIM KITSURAGI - "No, it was maintained in '88 of the *previous* century."

"So it's *not* a message from the future?"

"That's disappointing."

"That means it's not really that safe, is it."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Look on the bright side: if it fails, we will only sustain minor injuries. I'm talking three, maybe four months in the hospital. Maximum five."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success]- It appears his whole enthusiasm is sarcastic.

3. "I wonder what this elevator was used for."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Seems like a small freight elevator for transporting machinery. For that -- it's pretty quaint." He taps the on the guttering light bulb -- it's golden in the dark.

4. (Close the doors and go up.)

ELEVATOR - The elevator screeches and rattles, like the belly of some ancient beast, as it carries you upward...

🎵 We Are Not Checkmated

Small windows, taped shut with black plastic. You can't see outside.

Boxes of tools and replacement parts line the shelves.

Schematics for a pinball machine -- futurism themed.

PINBALL MAKER'S COAT

+1 Empathy: M. Nyflox blues +1 Hand/Eye Coordination

This dusty old coat used to belong to someone called "M. Nyflox". The name is stitched into the silk lining. It smells of moths and ancient engine grease, but fits you perfectly. A strange, lonely emotion fills you when you tighten the belt around your waist.

The pinball machine has been taken apart and gutted.

LOGIC - So this is where they brought faulty pinball machines to fix them up -- a long time ago. Everything is covered with dust now...

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant looks around the dusty, crowded room, inspecting the tools on the shelf.

"Looks like they gave up on fixing the pinball machines at some point."

"This used to be a... pinball workshop."

Not interested. [Discard thought.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "At some point -- twenty years ago? Fifteen maybe. Before pinball went out of vogue."

2. "This used to be a... pinball workshop."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Looks like it. I'm guessing Martinaise North 22 used to be a pinball arcade before it became a hostel. There are machines left over..." He taps his foot.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - A creak, some dust falls off a shelf.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Downstairs in the hall -- next to the main door. One of them even works. I've seen one of the Hardies bang away at it."

3. [Finish thought.]

FOOTPRINTS IN THE DUST - You *clearly* see footprints in the downy carpet of dust covering the workshop floor.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Jackpot." The lieutenant takes out his notebook. "These, unlike everything else here, are *new*."

"Someone's been here -- within the last week or two."

"Let's have a closer look then..." (Crouch, study the footprints.)"

"Let's move on." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Three weeks maximum -- from the dust coverage. It could easily have been *one* week too. You know, officer..." He looks at you.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - This is so good it makes him forget the whole *Kimball* memory.

That would have made more sense if we hadn't left halfway through this section.

KIM KITSURAGI - "It was a *stereo-investigation* after all. It has now converged with our main investigation. Adding a new fact to *consider*."

Task complete: Explore the Whirling's secret passages

+30 XP

Level up!

2. "Okay. What does this mean?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It means someone snuck through what seems like a secret route -- behind Klaasje's room. In the recent weeks. This may prove to be significant."

3. "Let's have a closer look then..." (Crouch, study the footprints.)

FOOTPRINTS IN THE DUST - Large prints, most likely made by boots. The size is hard to determine (sole could be bigger than vamp). The soles have left a pattern -- uniform, horizontal lines.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Challenging: Success] - One person has been here. They've gone back and forth. The tips point both ways.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Challenging: Success] - Shoe size is 41-42, maybe 43. It could be a large-footed woman or a small-to-average-footed man. This is, unfortunately, the worst, most vague shoe size there is.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Of course! Damn...

"The prints look like one person went back and forth."

"This print doesn't look like the Odd-soled print we found at the hanging, Kim."

"This doesn't look like the workers boots from the hanging, does it?"

Get up. (Conclude.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Between that," he points to the elevator doors in the corner, "and that," he points to the barred door.

2. "This print doesn't look like the Odd-soled print we found at the hanging, Kim."

KIM KITSURAGI - He inspects the tracks closer. "The size looks about the same, actually. They're not the same *shoe*, but they *could* be the same person."

3. "This doesn't look like the workers boots from the hanging, does it?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "No. These little... horizontal lines are different. They look custom made to me. Or some kind of foreign print? Hard to say. Still a *boot* though."

4. Get up. (Conclude.)

FOOTPRINTS IN THE DUST - Everything around you is quiet. The prints criss-cross the workshop floor.

4. "Let's move on." [Leave.]

There's a tiny hole in the wall. You see a bedroom on the other side.

BARRED DOOR - This is the barred door you tried to kick in before.

Lightly punch the door once more. Just in case.

"So what's on the other side?"

Unbar the door. [Leave]

Let the door remain barred. [Leave.]

BARRED DOOR - The door shudders a bit, as though it were laughing at you.

2. "So what's on the other side?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Unless we've veered off into a folded M dimension, I'm expecting to step out on the roof -- we could ask Klaasje about this route, see how she reacts?"

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Folded M dimension. A reference to the popular science fiction series *In System*. Look who's in a good mood suddenly (and reads science fiction).

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - Yes. It *is* quite likely that we will re-emerge on the M-Plain. Brace for psychokinetic impact. (Or the roof.)

3. Unbar the door. [Leave.]

PAIN THRESHOLD - Bent metal, broken glass... your path lies strewn with the broken forms of everyday objects...

You are *The Destroyer*, the bane of inanimate matter.

Gaze upon me, stuff, and despair!

No, I'm just a disempowered individual trying to take my disempowerment out on everyday objects.

Yeah, I rip shit apart.

PAIN THRESHOLD - Look! There's a discarded milk carton on the floor. Why don't you destroy that, too?

Good idea. Fuck you, milk carton, this is all *your* fault!

No, I actually feel sorry for the things I've destroyed. (I'm sorry, milk carton.)

PAIN THRESHOLD - Kudos.

Thought gained: Anti-Object Task Force

ANTI-OBJECT TASK FORCE

Temporary research bonus: -2 Pain Threshold: Hurts! Research time: 2h 15m

Take a look at your hands. See how bruised they are? See those little scars? This is Exhibit A. The material world is holding you back. Containers, mailboxes, doors, chairs -- they are all your enemies. Always have been. Atoms themselves are in on the conspiracy, forming shapes and structures that you hate. You are energy stuck in a body. You are spirit trapped in matter. Break free! Beat up that lamp post! Let it know just how much objects *suck*.

Klaasje is already gone, so no surprising her. You know who we can tell about this, though?

🎵 Whirling-in-Rags, 12 PM

She's made around four months of payments for this room.

You see the yard below. The corpse is no longer there.

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Hey." He nods in greeting. "Was there something you needed?"

SUGGESTION [Trivial: Success] - Well, well, bringing him that new bird sure made a difference in his attitude.

3. "Garte, I saw another *thing* at the Whirling..."

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Another thing -- great. I love those."

4. "Garte, what if I told you I got into the back room -- behind the *blue steel door.*"

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Oh? Okay. Well." He controls his excitement well. "I did hear you make noise back there. So -- good for you."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He's really, really holding himself back here.

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - It takes a lot of willpower not to ask. Obviously he's been wanting to know what's behind the door...

"Aren't you gonna ask me what's back there?"

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Okay -- what *is* back there?"

"Skeletons. A mausoleum of the dead."

"Pinball machines. A pinball workshop."

"Nothing. The black gaping maw at the end of Time."

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Yes. Ha ha. What's *actually* behind there?"

3. "Nothing. The black gaping maw at the end of Time."

+1 Apocalypse Cop

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - He shakes his head. "There is no gaping maw. If you don't want to tell me you don't have to. It's okay."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - *But please do still tell me!*

2. "Pinball machines. A pinball workshop."

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Hah! I knew it. I've always wondered where those machines by the door came from -- *and* they told me there was some kind of pinball thing here too..."

"I knew it." He repeats. "Were there any back there? In working order I mean?"

Uh, not anymore.

"Why? Do you want to play? Because I might be up for a game…"

"Didn't check. Pinball isn't relevant to the investigation."

"Didn't check. Pinball is stupid."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant nods in agreeance.

+1 Reputation

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "I was... just wondering." He appears to be making a calculation in his head. "If you found pinball machines there..."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He was *wondering* about something business-related. About how much money he could make off one.

"Thinking of turning this place back into a pinball arcade?"

"If you're thinking of selling those pinball machines, I want a fat cut. C-Suite shit." (Beat your chest.) "I'm a disruptor."

"I feel a capitalist plot coming up."

+1 Communism

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Capitalist *plot*." He rolls his eyes. "The pinball we have in the corner now is broken -- I want to diversify the entertainment options."

"It wouldn't hurt to get a little life in here. Other than the hellish karaoke machine. That one's always *causing trouble*."

+5 XP

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Yeah, those numbers he's adding up must be making good sense to him right now.

4. "There's a peephole in the wall."

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - He startles. "What wall?"

"Upstairs in the secret back room -- right next to Klaasje's bedroom. I found it when I found the pinball machines."

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "I'll have it fixed at once. Thank you for letting me know. I assure you -- the Whirling does *not* abide spying on its guests."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - The colour has drained from his face.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - What a shame. To fix such a good peephole.

"Are you sure *you* haven't been spying on your guests?"

"Couldn't you *keep* the hole there? What if there are some hotties staying in that room…" (Wink.)

"Alright -- you've been notified." (Conclude.)

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Absolutely not." He breathes in and out. "Fuck you for even implying it. It wasn't me, it wasn't my staff. The establishment will look at it and ascertain what it was."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Well, he's definitely not lying -- he wouldn't endanger this business like that.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Sir, he was only asking a question. It's his job -- and mine. See that it's covered."

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Yes. I absolutely will." He calms his breathing. "Sorry. It's been a bit of a day -- and now a hole in the wall."

2. "Alright -- you've been notified." (Conclude.)

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Thank you, I'll patch it up personally. Was there something else about the establishment? I hope not..."

+5 XP

There isn't, so that's going to conclude our time here today.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harrier du bois #garte the cafeteria manager #smoker on the balcony

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arcplaysgames · 1 year

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P3P and P4G done, lets play P5R

Alright, lets at least get started.

Just in case you're new, hello. My name is Archie, and I have now played Persona 3 Portable and Persona 4 Golden. My liveblog continues.

My liveblogs are mostly fast recaps of the story with a lot of conjecture and guesses and long diatribes about the veracity of Persona's cartomancy choices. For all the games but P5R specifically, I know pretty much blithering fuckall about the plot and characters, so I enjoy trying to guess what's going to happen and pick up on foreshadowing (and sometimes whine about lack of foreshadowing, looking at you ending to P4G).

In P3P I romanced Akihiko but my life partner was Junpei. In P4G, I played a raging homogay so I didn't get to kiss anybody but harbored one HELL of a crush on Kanji.

Now, we start P5R. /rubs hands together

SO UH GAME IS A BIT ODD FROM WORD GO HUH. Hitting new games starts one of those "this story is a work of fiction disclaimers" but it's narrated very purposefully, refers to "[our] world" and demands I sign my agreement as a contract.

Could be nothing, just a bit of flavor, but this is the first of the games I have played to tap on the fourth wall in this way. Also, the text being blue brings to mind the dude who like set up the Velvet Room who you don't really see in the modern Persona games, which is... Philapome? Or something.

Starting in medias res with what I would say is an overload of information.

Casino heist! With shadows and persona hanging around! And... the weird thing is that it seems to be in the real world??? But our protagonist guy has the power of persona in the real world. Which we haven't seen yet in 3 and 4. Persona abilities was relegated to the TV World and the Dark Hour.

Also, WEIRDLY, this guy is a thief? Like Sly Cooper running along the lights and fixtures, using a grappling hook, the whole shebang.

It sure ain't Tartarus, that's for sure. And we have a bunch of shadowy characters talking over the comms.

GONNA BE REAL this whole intro sequence is a lot? We fight some persona (in the real world??????).

Get a helping hand from some lady with a sword?????

Jump out of a stained glass window with some Cowboy Bebop vibes goin' on.

Aaaaand get fuckin got by a LOT of cops. Oh my god that's so many cops. And we were set up.

A cop beats the shit out of our protag and repeats that immortal recurring line. Well, taking responsibility for their actions killed Reverie 3 while Reverie 4 survived, so we'll see how this one goes.

There was only one option. Reverie Vantas returns.

And we're in a framing device! Sup, Cassandra I mean Sae Nijima. But yeah, this has some Dragon Age vibes to be certain. Sae apparently knows Reverie, but was not expecting to see him, and seems sympathetic but Cop-y about wanting some answers.

I am still concerned about the use of Persona in the real world, that has me very concerned, given how P3 and P4 ended.

Are they bringing back the meaningful butterfly of Palermo or whatever?

Okay Reverie's backstory is laid out:

Dude tried to help some lady who was getting roughed up, but the rougher got injured in the process so Reverie has been expelled and now is facing a criminal record. Which, in Japan? OOF. Not great. Not good. Also, can you have a criminal record as an adolescent in Japan? That's really rough.

So Reverie is sent to I Think It's Literally Tokyo, like this game is not in a fictional location, it's Tokyo, I heard Shibuya get mentioned, what the hell.

boy howdy we got a lot of anime cutscenes

AND WE HAVE PROGRESSED BEYOND YOSUKE'S SHITTY FLIP PHONE ONTO SMART PHONES. Reverie sees a weird app thing on his phone and when he presses it, the world stops and I think he sees his shadow????? I think there's some awakening to Persona happening here.

Fuckin' Izanami is back in Inaba like "aw shit, people got PHONES that DO SHIT now? I can just send the power of persona to people as a fucking .apk file now, I don't need to lurk around a gas station like a fucking weirdo, I'm literally a god, I should be making more than minimum wage, wait'll I tell Nyx"

Anyway. That's actually kind of a fun throwback to....... the original MegaTen, right? Didn't the first major entry in the series revolve about a demonic internet site that let you contact the spirit world and then it took over the real world? Basically.

Reverie is off to find his.... like... probation officer but not, and ooh

wow that's a good voice, hello sir, wait no I thought Dojima had a good voice from the start and I was super wrong about him. I trust no good voices in this game.

I AM NOT 30 SECONDS IN AND ALREADY?????

fuck you and your nice voice I GUESS?

I have no idea what the legal standing here is or if its a handwavey don't-worry-about-it thing but:

Reverie, did a good deed and got expelled over it. His family apparently actively wanted to get rid of him, so they sent him off to Tokyo to live with this cafe owner dude, Sojirio Sakura. He is on a one-strike policy and could lose this lovely and inviting attic space for any reason at all. And this is his probation.

what the fuck, wow, and I was sad when P4G didn't really give me any good friends in the first two hours, now THIS?!

Reverie The Fifth, I have known you for like 20 minutes and I'm sorry? What the fuck.

Anyway, Sojirio is a glorified landlord, is not here to play rehabilitationist, leaves as soon as he can, and Reverie goes to sleep.

And wakes up in the Velvet Room.

And oh boy howdy. Wow. Okay. We're gonna have to talk about the Velvet Room in this game.

Out of images. Next post. /fingerguns

#p5 #persona liveblog

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sammyloomis · 1 year

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while i was farming some soulrenders, i noticed these xray/research things about the bonded dotted around the starting area and thought they were pretty interesting!! ill transcribe the images under the cut since the text is pretty small

(apologies for any grammar or mispelling, i dont think these were proofread before they were textured fghj which is fair enough since they arent rly obvious background pieces)

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Day 2: We’ve had this dwarvern type of person is cell [REDACTED] for two days now and I had the go to administer formula [REDACTED] to him. I slipped it into his food.

Day 6: It seems that the subject is adjusting very well to the dosage of formula I keep giving him. I will try to increase the dose.

Day 7: Subject 00047 lost his [REDACTED] during his sleep. It seemed... extremely painful. I guess the increase in dosage worked.

Day 8: An incredible thing happened today. When I passed by subject 00047′s cell today, I couldn’t see him. He was [REDACTED]. It seems he fed off his own [REDACTED] during the night and now he can [REDACTED]. This makes things interesting.

Day 9: We ran an X-Ray on the subject because we were curious how it could bend so much and “flap” when [REDACTED]. The boned on the subject have started [REDACTED] and it’s now closer to an [REDACTED] than to a human. We can see fragments of bones that are really far apart from each other. I suspect it greatly increases its buoyancy.

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Day 1: Subject [REDACTED] has reacted well to the injection of [REDACTED]. Was released right after and went back to his usual “activities”. I am pleased as the past [REDACTED] subjects were gravely affected right away.

Day 5: The first 2 days following the injection, the skin of the subject started [REDACTED]. Although no changes in his behaviour, it seems like subject 00038 has started talking to [REDACTED] when he thinks he is alone.

Day 6: Subject 00038 now talks to an entity he calls “it”. It doesn’t even matter if we are with him now, it’s as if he considers “it” with us, constantly. Subject has been complaiing about his [REDACTED] itching and after taking a look, it seems something wants to come out. A sizable [REDACTED] can be seen.

Day 7: The days are quite agitated... Subject 00038 bit his [REDACTED] until he bled just to “feel” it as he called it. He regenerated his wound in a matter of minutes. I must admit I am worried if he even gets loose. I don’t think we have sufficient [REDACTED] in the facility to [REDACTED] him quickly.

Day 8: Subject 00038 got out of his cell...

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Day 1: After ingestion of formula [REDACTED] the subject’s limbs started to rot. A putrid smell emenates from the wound. The creature has started feeling [REDACTED] at times.

Day 2: The next day, while the creature was [REDACTED] the arm fell off. It did not wake up, the arm is motionless. The smell is gone. It’s as if all life got drained out of it very quickly. The arrm crumbled into dust once it hit the ground.

Day 3: Subject [REDACTED] woke up from his slumber and started “living” as if nothing at happened. The subject in conscious and seems to feel no pain or is unbothered by the fact [REDACTED]. The tissue of his suit is pushing near his limbs and it’s difficult to figure out what is this [REDACTED].

Day 16: [REDACTED] has been beaten to death by Subject [REDACTED], we are missing observations for the past 2 weeks. The arms of subject [REDACTED] have “grown” back into monstrous tentacles. I don’t know how long we’ll be able to keep it in his cells still... he started playing with the door...

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Day 1: They brought [REDACTED] in the cell block today. This thing is... monstrous, savage, and cannibalistic. It killed 3 of our crew members when they tried to put it in the cell. I don’t feel safe even when it’s behind the walls...

Day 2: We injected some sort of [REDACTED] into the cell to weaken “it” and hopefully approach it to get some samples. This monster just... grew in size. It’s like an [REDACTED] on his back and it seems to feed off any source of pain or [REDACTED].

Day 4: The team and I, we’ve been discussing how to approach this new... problem. We asked around in the previous facility if they knew its genetic code to help us understand it. I can’t make sense of that sequence...

Day 8: We’ve been waiting for DAYS just to get more information from the previous facility. The creature has made significant dents in our “invincible” walls. Now we know they aren’t... Anyways, it appears that a prolonged exposure [REDACTED] caused this... monstrosity. I have no clue what his previous form was. His frame looks like subject [REDACTED].

Day 9: 16 casualties so far... we can’t keep this thing any longer. He ate them all.

#borderlands #xylorgos #guns love and tentacles #bl3 #borderlands 3 #idk what to tag this as rly fghj

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