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a night to remember | joshua hong

SYNOPSIS. in which a handsome stranger at the bar catches your attention. PAIRING. joshua hong x gn!reader (ft. twice's jihyo since she was the first person to pop up in my head) GENRE. fluff, suggestive, 1920s-ish au, one-night stand au, strangers to ?? WARNINGS. implied sexual content (no actual smut), mentions of cigarettes (reader+jihyo smokes cuz it was socially acceptable at the time) and alcohol, drinking, kissing WORD COUNT. 2.9k

notes: this is obviously based off this masterpiece of a song "a night to remember" by beabadoobee and laufey which i could never do justice but i hope you enjoy! i also impulsively wrote this whole thing btwn the hours of 12-3am so its pretty rushed oops 😭

The dim glow of the flickering marquee lights of the bar spill onto the rain-soaked streets outside, beckoning every passerby to enter into the hazy world of cigarette smoke and clinking glasses. Each swinging of the door releases a burst of warm, smoky air into the cool, drenched night. The air buzzes with the lively chatter of other people, mingling in with the sultry notes of the saxophone and the sweet melodies of the piano drifting through the heavy atmosphere of the bar.

Sat on a worn-out barstool, you bring a cigarette up to your lips and inhale deeply as your eyes flutter to a close, the smoke from the tip suspending in the air and mixing with the potent scent of whiskey also filling your lungs.

"Must you always sit like a boring bystander? Come on, we're here to have fun!" Jihyo stumbles her way right next to you, her sequined dress glistening under the lights like a kaleidoscope.

You only respond to her with a playful roll of your eyes. And with a wry smile, Jihyo plucks the cigarette from your fingers, taking a theatrical, languid drag of her own before flicking the ashes into an already well-worn tray.

You scoff lightly, taking out a fresh cigar. "Well, you already took me here without much of a choice."

Jihyo raises an eyebrow, her grin unwavering. "Afraid of a little fun?"

"Not afraid," You reply with a smirk, swiftly igniting the cigar and leaning back against the bar behind you. "Just comfortable observing the fun itself."

"If you're just going to sit there and look pretty, you might as well have someone to look pretty for, honey," Jihyo teases, her eyes momentarily scanning across the room.

A puff of smoke escapes your lips as you retort, "Easy for you to say."

"Life's too short to be a wallflower, Y/N!" Jihyo exclaims dramatically.

"The excitement will come when it wants to, not when I force it, honey," You reply cryptically.

Jihyo drinks the rest of the bourbon from your glass before taking one last, begging glance in your direction. When you don't seem to want to budge, she shoots you a faint, pert grin before turning away towards the dance floor, each step she takes accentuating the dramatic shake of her hips. You can't help but let out a low chuckle.

The bar was not usually a place where you found yourself willingly. Usually, you'd take the comfortable bubble of your place over the haughty energy of this any day. But tonight, for some reason, the familiar discomfort feels strangely comforting; and plus𑁋much to Jihyo's preference of unwinding𑁋you didn't have much of a choice either way.

From the side, you have the opportunity to simply watch. For example, there's a couple lost in each other's gaze sitting a few tables away from you. Maybe today is their first date, maybe they're rekindling a flame that has flickered in the past, or maybe they've been together for years, and this is their escape from the routines of life.

Then, down at the centre of the bar and close to the small stage at the front where a beautiful young woman stood with a microphone in front of her, there's a group of young friends sharing laughter of their own that gets lost in the music. It reaches your ears almost perfectly the more you focus on them, and it makes you smile to yourself𑁋you like seeing other people happy.

You turn yourself around on the barstool, facing the array of alcohol bottles that are all perfectly lined up together on the shelves. You cup your empty glass in your hands, swaying it lightly as the sounds of the ice clinking against the sides echo softly. The bartender who was perhaps metres away seems to notice your empty glass and gives you a nod, silently asking if you'd like a refill.

You raise your glass in acknowledgment. The bartender approaches up to you and reaches for a bottle with practiced ease, the amber liquid flowing smoothly into your glass once more.

But just as you were about to bring the cup to your lips, the sound of the door creaking open catches your attention. A new figure steps into the bar, their silhouette momentarily framed by the rain-soaked glow from outside, and you notice it's a man. A black fedora sits on his head, hiding away any view you could possibly have of his face, and he wore an elegant black suit with a bow tie that seems to glisten with a subtle sheen against the lighting of the bar.

It wasn't until he takes off his fedora that you realise you just can't seem to stop staring at him, even with all the people brushing past him like he doesn't exist and the hectic activity of the bar. His blonde hair is perfectly styled and coiffed, his features gentle yet carrying an air of both mystery and familiarity. It's almost as if you've seen him before, but nothing particular in your mind rings a bell. Perhaps while walking down the street, across the quiet room of the city's library, or something as ridiculous as your past life, his face might have crossed your path at some point.

You watch the way he scans the room, appearing a bit lost but also intrigued, as if he's searching for something or someone.

And when he eventually lets his eyes sweep across the room and to the bar, his eyes lock onto yours like a snap, and it's enough to send a subtle shiver down your spine. The air seems to thicken for a moment, and you couldn't tell if it was the hint of alcohol in your system that's playing with your vision or something else. His lips play into a slight smile as his eyes hold yours, and he puts his fedora back on, before you lose track of him in the crowd in a sudden blink.

You find yourself briefly dazed, spinning around to face the bar once more. You're quick to grab onto your glass once more, seeing the way your reflection sways in the amber liquid as you take a moment to collect yourself. All it took was one look to have your head spinning and your heart racing with a man you probably would never see again.

"What can I get for you?" the voice of the bartender catches your attention.

You glance up to answer. "Oh, I don't need𑁋"

"Just two waters, please."

At the corner of your eye, a black fedora sets itself down on the counter next to you. You turn, and there he is𑁋the man from earlier, standing with a confident yet intriguing demeanour. The bartender nods and gets to work, pouring two glasses of water.

The man turns to you, eyes dark like the night itself. "Mind if I join you?" he asks, a subtle tilt to his lips. His voice is smooth like a well-played jazz tune.

You're taken aback for a moment. The bartender places two glasses of water on the bar in front of you, and you nod, almost hesitantly. The man sidles into the seat beside you, his fingers subtly brushing the tips of yours as he secures himself comfortably on the barstool, and it sends a jolt through your body, a sensation that lingers longer than it should. You catch a whiff of his cologne, both intoxicating and familiar, as it intertwines with the lingering scents of tobacco and whiskey.

"Thank you," he says, eyes never leaving yours as he lifts the glass of water to his lips. "The water is for you, by the way."

You chuckle shyly as you tap your fingers against the cold glass of water, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. "Water? In a place like this?"

He smirks at this, a sight both amusing and enticing. "Well, we don't want to do anything regrettable, right?"

His words seem to crawl under your skin, and it's enough to convince you. You take a sip of the water, the cool liquid a stark comparison to the warmth spreading through all the corners of your body, and you suddenly feel more awake than ever. He also takes another sip of his own water, his eyes following your every move as you nearly down the entire glass. The way he looks at you��with that dark, piercing stare that heavily clashes with the soft features of his handsome face𑁋makes your heart pound in your chest.

Around you, the bar has seemingly grown quiet, the only sound the soft music playing in the background. You can feel the heat of his gaze on your skin, and it's taking everything in you not to choke.

He breaks the silence with a charming smile, eyes now softened. "I'm assuming you don't come here often, do you?"

You meet his gaze with a coy smile, the corners of your mouth lifting. "You're quite the detective, aren't you?" There's a satisfied look to his face, and you clasp your hands together. "but to answer your question𑁋no, not exactly. How about you?"

"Ah, I had just moved here recently, actually," he reveals, which still doesn't seem to help the fact that you swear you've seen him before. It still draws you in, of course, and you can't help but wonder more about the mystery surrounding him𑁋both the one in his eyes and the one lingering in the air. The dim light of the bar casts a subtle glow on his features, and you find yourself captivated by the play of shadows and highlights dancing on his face.

"Welcome to the city then," You say it like a grand gesture. "It could be quite daunting at times, but you'll get used to it."

His gaze doesn't waver, and there's a quiet intensity in the way he studies you. "Perhaps I could get used to it faster if I had the right company."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you're suddenly acutely aware of the proximity between you two. The bar, the jazz music, the muted conversations around you𑁋all fade into the background as if the world has momentarily narrowed down to the space between your barstools.

"Smooth," You reply, a half-smile playing on your lips. "Is that your usual approach?"

He chuckles. "Only in certain situations."

A sly grin forms on your face. "And is this one of those situations?"

He tilts his head slightly as if in thought. "If you want it to be, of course."

All you could do is let out a soft laugh𑁋a laugh that blends with the faint jazz music playing in the background, a laughter that indeed signals the beginning of an unpredictable night.

"To new beginnings?" You raise your nearly-empty glass of water up to him.

He raises his glass in response, and the crystal-clear water catches the ambient lighting above, creating a small, sparkling spectacle on the surface of the bar counter.

"To new beginnings," he echoes.

The next minutes fly by in a breeze. Usually, letting people into your little bubble only causes for you to raise your guard up a bit more. You certainly didn't expect an utter stranger to intrigue you this much, just like a moth to a flame, especially in a place you never frequented to attend. You don't even mind the way his hand somehow found its rightful place on top of yours as you simply talked, or the way a glass of water can make you feel more alive than the strongest drink in the entire bar. And instinctively, your eyes would focus on the way his lips move he as he spoke, just barely catching all the words leaving his mouth.

When the music shifts to a more intimate tone, he looks into your eyes, a subtle invitation lingering in the air.

"Care to share a dance?" he asks, and the simple invitation is enough to course that warmth of anticipation through you once more.

The decision lingers in the air and his hand is extended towards you, a heartbeat away from being made.

And without a word, you slide off the barstool, your hand finding its place in his. He locks his grip on yours, and drags you in the direction of the small dance floor, the pungent smells of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey lingering as you weave through the crowd together.

When he suddenly pulls you closer to him, the scent of his cologne envelops you. His hand rests securely on the small of your back, guiding you with a subtle yet confident touch, the warmth of his fingers seeping through the fabric of your outfit. It sends a thrill through your body that heightens every single one of your senses.

As the music reaches its spirited crescendo, he spins you gently, the movement endearingly awkward, but you both don't care. When he brings you back into his arms, you're suddenly close to him way more than before, enough for his lips to be so close to yours that you can feel his warm breath against your skin.

The song slowly approaches its end, but he doesn't let you go. Yet just as the distance between your lips disappears, he stops. A teasing grin plays on his face, and he pulls away slightly, though your gaze doesn't intend to move away from his mouth.

"You're one of those," You remark airily.

He spins you around again, letting his fingers dance on the skin of your back. "Guilty as charged."

As the song draws to a close, he dips you in a move that feels straight out of a film. Your heart races, and when he pulls you back up, his lips are dangerously close to yours again. But this time, he doesn't hold back, and the kiss is a slow burn, gentle yet intensely passionate. One of his hands come to delicately cup your face, and the other brings you flush against him.

When the kiss breaks, he smiles, a genuine and warm expression that makes your heart flutter.

"Tell me your name," he whispers, breath caressing your cheek.

You meet his gaze, a playful glint in your eyes. "Maybe we’re more similar than you believe."

This only makes him lean in once again.

"Let's keep it that way, then," he suggests, grinning against your ear as if sharing a secret meant for only you. "Care to get out of here?"

It doesn't anything more than that for you to agree with a smile. Without uttering a word, you nod, your hand still entwined with his as you allow him to guide you through the dissipating crowd towards the exit of the bar. He ushers you outside, and the cool droplets that linger on the city's surfaces glisten under the streetlights.

The lively jazz bars highlight at the heart of the city within the late hours of the night, and his place isn't much farther than you anticipated thankfully.

It all happens so fleetingly𑁋one moment you're outside the door to his place, and another you're within the comfort of his bedroom, kissing him so feverishly with your fumbling hands on the buttons of his suit until you both fall on the bed, that the world outside seems to vanish. And when his hand makes contact with your skin for the first time, you could only gasp.

This is a night you will remember, and you'll make sure of it.

You dress yourself back in your clothes in the hushed morning. A comfortable silence lingers in the room, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the waking city. The rain outside has completed ceased away, bathing the bedroom in a soft glow of dawn.

The events of the night replay in your mind like a reel of a film𑁋the moment your eyes first met, the touches of his hands against yours, the kiss you shared on the door floor, and the whispers of sweet nothings to your ear right underneath the sheets you sat atop.

"Leaving so soon?" he asks from behind, the huskiness of his voice making you pause.

You can sense the unspoken words hanging in the air𑁋the silent acknowledgment that this is a chapter that closes as the sun rises.

"Unfortunately, I must," You reply with a wistful smile, reaching for your shoes. "Real life calls."

He sits up on his bed, the sheets pooling around his waist, and you can't help but admire the way the morning light dances on the bareness of his body, his disheveled hair, and the remnants of the night before etched into his beautiful skin. There’s a subtle tension that crackles in the air, and he clears his throat.

"Will I… see you again?"

You turn to face him, the playfulness in your eyes replaced by a hint of contemplation. The smile still doesn’t fade away from your lips.

"Who knows? Life is full of surprises, after all."

He watches you for some time as you fully dress yourself, a gaze struggling between the line of intimacy and distance, letting his eyes soak in your figure.

"Do you regret it at all?"

A pause, like a second and an eternity rolled into one. The room holds a quiet acknowledgment, a shared understanding that some moments are meant to be lived fully, without dwelling on what comes after, while others are meant to come and go like a shooting star. You aren’t entirely sure which this falls under.

"No," You answer simply, before setting your feet on the floor and standing up. "Not at all."

Another round of silence follows as you gather the rest of your belongings, trying to ignore the bittersweet ache in your chest threatening to cut you open. You feel his gaze lingering on you as you move about the room, still feeling those embers of the night before dancing upon your skin, as if they're fighting their way to linger a little longer, to save every last trace of the moments you shared.

"Joshua," he states as if in response to the unspoken question hanging in the air. "Joshua Hong."

His name escapes his lips like a secret, and you savour the sound of it, committing it to memory, committing him to memory. You ponder the thought of what it would be like to have your name said at the tip of his tongue in some other distant, intimate moment.

"Y/N," You whisper your name in return, the final piece of the exchange. "Y/N L/N."

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v0idim · 9 months

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Idk where the art is someone drop the art credit in the comments 🙌😜

Small Encounters

Itadori Yuji x Reader

!Basketball College AU!

After accidentally running into Nobaras Friend, a small interest

sparks between the two college students.

1/?

☆*:.｡. o(First Small Encounter)o .｡.:*☆

10:47 AM

Nobara : Y/nnnnnnnnn

Y/n : ?

Nobara : Come to the basketball game with me pleaseee I don’t wanna come alone☹️☹️

Y/n : What time and where

Nobara : Girl. Literally it’s been promoted everywhere. literallt where all the games happen duhhh and it’s at 7. Be ready at 6

Y/n : Dude i never even said yes but okay text me when ur on ur way. my classes end at 4 so i could’ve have time to get ready

Nobara : Okay i’ll see u then love u 😘😘

You place your phone down on your nightstand, sluggishly rolling your body out of bed. You put on you slippers and walk to the bathroom to do your morning routine. Classes didn’t start till 1:30 so you had some time to get ready and eat.

^Itadori POV^

“Nobara did you ask her” Itadori had the same morning class as Kugisaki. He whined to her as he laid his head down onto her desk.

“Yes now give me money.” Itadori had always thought you was pretty. They had attended some of the same parties this year since he had mutual friends with you. After finding out Kugisaki is close friend with you, he used it to his advantage. Using every chance he got to try seeing you more often.

^Y/n POV^

After putting on a decent outfit you headed to the front door of your apartment and slipped on your shoes. Looking at the time in your phone. It was exactly 12. Still an hour and a half till your class started, you went to the nearest cafe to get a snack and some Drink before heading to class.

You walked to the cafe, not driving since the cafe was only a couple minutes away. Passing some clothing stores, taking a glance inside you see your friend shopping.

“Nobara I thought you had class” You Walked into the store and approaching the brown haired girl.

“I did but i left early, I couldn’t deal with my friend, He’s such a headache.” Kugisaki massaged her temples. Linking her arm with yours before walking out of the store. “That store has no cute clothes, it’s all old lady clothes.”

“That’s not nice, I thought some of the shirts were cute.” She eyed you before continuing to walk. “I’m gonna go grab a coffee, wanna come with?”

“Sure! You’re paying though.I paid last time we went out and I’m broke right now”

You opened the door to the cafe for her. All tall figure comes behind you grabbing the door, their arm above your head, now holding the door open for you. You thanked them before walking in, already seeing Nobara looking at the menu. She turned around, her facial expression turning into an annoyed look.

“Yuji what are you doing here.” Looking up at the pink haired boy. You watched them interact then looking at the menu to decide what you wanted to get.

“I was just walking by and I saw you and your gorgeous friend and yea. What are you guys getting? Have any recommendations?” Itadori was now standing right next to you. Standing way too close. Ignoring his presence and the conversation he was having with you friend, you kept on looking at the menu before getting your body yanked to the side by Nobara.

“Leave us alone Yu, she doesn’t wanna give you a “recommendation” you don’t even drink this type of stuff. You only like energy drinks” Nobara seemed annoyed by his sudden appearance. You noticed Nobara getting protective over you, questioning it.

“You’re such a meanie Nobara, I just wanted to try something new.” The pink haired guy walked towards you, standing in front of you. “Hey my name is Itadori Yuji.”

“Hello, I’m L/n F/n” He extended his hand to shake yours. Which you hesitantly shook. “Is he the “headache” from your class?” You turned over to Kugisaki, rolling her eyes at Yuji.

“Yes that’s him. Now you see why he’s a headache?” Yuji clutched his sweater, pretending to be overly offended by her words.

“Such a meanie, this is why no guy likes you.” Itadori said teasingly, he averted his gaze back to you. “She’s so mean to me for no reason. I’m so cool in my opinion, I have cool hair, I do cool stuff, and I’m funny. Right?” He stared at you, waiting for a response.

“I mean I don’t even know you but yea?” You didn’t know what to say, you haven’t even had a conversation with him before but he does seem like a cool person to you. You walked to the register and ordered your drink.Kugisaki ordered hers and right after Itadori ordered his. Catching you off guard, knowing you had to pay for his drink now too. You let it slide since you didn’t want to seem rude.

Grabbing your wallet out of your bag, you look up to see Itadori had already paid for it. ‘what a gentleman’

The three of you waited for your drinks, stand in to the side as Itadori and Kugisaki argued about anything and everything. Hearing your order be called, you all grabbed your drinks before heading out the doors.

“Hey L/n what time does your class start at? It’s 1:18, we should go do something.” Itadori glanced at you, watching your expression change.

“Oh shit, class starts in 12 minutes. And the walk is pretty far. Bye guys It was nice meeting you Itadori!” You quickened your pace. Saying your goodbye and thanking Itadori for paying for the drinks.

“Hold up! My car is right over there, I’ll just drive you to campus.” He jogged to you, matching the same pace as you. Leaving Kugisaki all alone. She turned around and went in her own direction, towards all the clothing stores.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden to you. I can just walk it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. Going late is bad L/n, and don’t call yourself a burden. Don’t worry I’ll just take you.”

He grabbed the keys out of his pocket before leading the way to his car. You arrived to the parking garage where he stationed his car. An all black 2015 GT Ford Mustang, he opened the passenger door for you, you dipped into the car. The interior was mostly black leather with some red accents.

"Your car is sick Itadori." You watch him get into the drivers side, putting on the seat belt before starting the car. A low pur coming out of the engine. You smiled to yourself, you were never a car girl but you did enjoy cars, especially going fast.

"Thanks, if we take the long way, we can get onto the highway and I'll show you how fast it goes." Itadori changes the gears of the car before rolling out of the parking garage.

"I'm so down but maybe another day, my class is almost starting. Thank you though." You glance down at your phone to check the time you had 7 minutes till class started. You might be a little late but that wasn't a big issue.

You arrive to the school campus 4 minutes. The car ride over to the campus was pleasant, you held a small conversation with the pink haired boy and got to know more about him. He told you about his dreams and ambitions, how he wanted to become an all star basketball player some day, moving to the states to pursue his career after he finished college.

"Thank you so much Itadori, it was a pleasure meeting you!" You hoped out of the car, slightly bowing your head in a form of gratitude towards the man. You left some money in the console of his car, he did pay for the coffee and gave you a ride to school.

"No problem seriously, what time does your class end at by the way?" A few cars that were behind him started honking their horn since he was blocking the way.

"It ends at 4. People are honking at you, you should get going." You laugh a little at him as you closed the door, Itadori lowered the window of the door down. He rolls his eye playfully at you as he begins to put his car in first gear.

"Alright, I'll pick you up. Just meet me near the music building." His car started move slowly, you quickly started following the cars pace. Placing your hand on the ledge of the door. You glare your eyes at him.

"You are not picking me up, you already done so much for me, bye Itadori." You walk away from the car, waving at him over your shoulder and start walking to your class.

"We'll see about that!" He yells out of the car window before speeding off. You walk up the stairs to your first class, arriving a couple minutes late. Taking a seat in the back next to an acquaintance, Ogami Hinata.

"So, you and Itadori a thing?" Your eyes pop out your head as you face the black haired girl.

"Excuse me?" You're extremely taken aback from this comment. You had just met the guy and people already assume your dating! You thought to yourself he relationship with Itadori. Maybe she was a crazy ex girlfriend.

"I mean he dropped you off and you guys were laughing and smiling. Do you like him." She glared at you, "Many girls would kill to be in your position, including me! Just imagine Itadori driving me to school." She covered her face and blush tainted her ivory cheeks. "You're so lucky!"

You don't respond to her, not knowing what to say you leave the conversation as is, letting silence take over.

Class came to an end faster than you expected. You step out of the music building and to your surprise you see Itaadori's all back Mustang parked.

Notes - Sorry this was so rushed, should i continue this small ff?😜

#jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #itadori x reader #jjk x reader #x reader #nobara kugisaki #jjk nobara #college #basketball #jjk #itadori x y/n #voidimwrites

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dearwriters · 1 year

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Okay, So, I have this character, his name is Ciel. Ciel is a nervous 14 y/o trans boy who was conditioned to always act cheerful and full of energy, to act with the eccentrics of a circus performer(which he was)

Now here's the thing, he's my main character's best friend, but also has a plotline of his own. The main character is a toxic person w/ a hero complex and narrates the story(they are very unreliable and try and make Ciel seem like the toxic one)

The main character(13y/o girl) twists things to make themself seem better, how can I show that Ciel is morally grey while still having the unreliable MC villianize him?

How to write an Unreliable Narrator

Hi! Thank you for your question. What you describe is a great example for an unreliable narrator. Here are a few thought on how to create such a narrative voice:

It's all about the twist

The big thing for most stories told by an unreliable narrator is having the reader at first side with them before the relevation of their true nature. This creates the big conflict the reader is confronted by. It's not about straight up lying to the reader, it's about exploiting their natural willingness to side with the main character, since they are closest to their thoughts, reasonings and emotions. While the voice of the narrator leads them down the wrong path, foreshadowing the truth behind their narrative is essential. It's like placing clues for a mystery, so the reader can look back on the text and realize all the ways they have been led astray, while the truth was there the whole time. So think about this story as a mystery story with the crime to uncover being the obscuring of truth.

Give them a motive

Like in any crime story, the criminal needs a motive. "Being toxic" can be a character trait but in itself it doesn't add up to a motivation. If their motivation is to paint themselves as a hero, it might be crucial to explore their personality and their backstory for how this desire was produced and what their ultimate goal is.

One great example is the novel Gone Girl (spoilers, obviously): We learn about Amys story through her diary entries that paint her husband as violent, before the twist of the story reveals that she manufactured the diary to frame her husband for murder.

Another famous example is the novel Lolita, in which the narrator Humbert Humbert obviously twists the events of the novel in a way that paints him as the "victim" of the "seduction" of the 12 year old Dolores, to justify the sexual abuse he imparted upon her. The point of the novel is for the reader to be horrified and disgusted by his thoughts and reasonings, while being captivated by the hauntingly beautiful prose.

The next famous example would be The Tell-Tale heart. The fragmented prose of the text illustrates the narrators madness to the reader, thus marking him as unreliable.

Some ways to foreshadow the unreliable narrator

It can be quite tricky to place to clues that point to the narrator being unreliable. Here are some ways that can help with that:

a) Using other characters/POVs as a sounding board: A story using multiple POVs might be the easiest way to show the different narrators various reliability. The characters filter the events through their specific lenses and thus give the reader a way to piece together the truth.

b) Using the narration itself to instill doubt: this can be used by planting contradictions, by showing in real time the thought-process of the character twisting the truth, by establishing intentional "plot holes" that are later revealed to be part of the twist, by framgenting the narration in a way that indicated the narrators instability or by having the narrator justify events/acts/thoughts that are obviously twisted. Things can start out seeming very truthfull and reliable and then proceed to unravel as the narrator struggles to keep up appearances.

I hope this helped a bit.

Have fun writing!

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jocelynscrazyideas · 5 months

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Love Me the way You love Her | Jack Hughes x Reader

warning: language, door slamming, breakup, emotional distress. Cheating?

Summary: Jack and y/n go through an argument. Jack has a past with getting with y/ns bsf. Eva- always there for y/n basckstabs.

A:N- I’m scared that this wont make sense.. anyway here!! First Jack blurb! And it’s an emotional angst!!

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I’m driving back to my apartment. It’s about 11:27 and it’s pitch black. Stars are shining in the night sky. The moon is out, glistening, telling me to finish my work.

Jack is out clubbing, well as I thought. I think he’s out partying with some other skank, and the other devils won’t tell me about it. I’m done. I know it’s just a stereotype thing about hockey guys paying with women, but I’m serious.

I packed a few bags from jacks house that he shared with Luke. I took all of my clothes, my phone charger, my computer, camera, iPad, and all of the charging cords for them and followed by a few blankets and hair straighteners and other hot tools. I packed all of my 103 pairs of shoes. I made sure nothing I cared about was left at the stupid bulging I called home.

I took my pictures I had of me and Jack off the walls and threw them in the ground. I left the place with glass in the wood planks on the ground and the pictures of me and the Hughes family sitting there, waiting to be noticed.

Luke is out with Jack, and I know Jack is out with some girl named Eva. I’m so tired of being parinoid, so I checked his location.

Jack told me he was out at the pizza place with the boys. Boys as in John, Dawson, Luke, Jesper, Nate, and Jonas. I know for sure that John, Luke and Nate are true.

I texted Jonas asking if Jack was with him, he responded with a plain answer, “no. Sorry.” I know Jonas knows what Jack is up to, so I texted him again,

Where is he then.

I’m not sure, you’d have to ask him.

That’s a lie, I know you guys talk at practice, just tell me. I want to ask him to get me some food when he comes home, but he won’t answer my texts and calls.

Okay, I’ll let him know.

And that’s it. So I texted John. I know John can’t lie to me, so I asked him thorough questions.

Where are you?

At the club, Jack and I are heading out to the bar soon.

Is Luke with you guys?

Yes, and so is Bratter, and Bash.

Okay, thx.

Np, but you want me to deliver a message to Jack?

No.

Great, so not only did Jack lie to me, but so did Luke. I pull into my aprtament complex’s parking garage. I park in my signature parking spot and I lock my doors as I hop out.

I don’t have the energy to carry all four bags back into my room so o carry only two. I bring in my important stuff, my clothes and my electronics.

I set my things down so I can unlock my door on the 7th floor. I know it’s going to be empty, cold, dark, and un crowded. Unfortunately, I moved all of my stuff into Jacks place, stupid idea.

Before Eva cut into my relationship with Jack, Jack and I lasted about 4 years. I’m pretty sure I’ll cry in the morning. So I unpack everything now.

12:34

Text from Buba💗:

where are u?!

Answer my text rn.

I’m driving over.

Are you at your apartment?

Just text me baby!

Are you dead?

Cmon please?

What did I do!

You smashed our pictures, it’s ok. I’ll clean it up later.

I left him on read, I’m sure as hell not dealing with him. I finish unpacking, and I jump in the shower. Nice warm water, un opened shampoo and conditioner, unused body wash, a brand new loofa. A new tooth brush and toothpaste. Flossing my teeth, a new hairbrush. My makeup, that I forgot to mention… yeah I brought it too but it’s in my car, I thought that I would be too busy crying to do my makeup.

After my night routine, I realized I haven’t eaten, so I cooked up a grilled cheese, it was delicious. I revrushed my teeth and re flossed and I head to bed.

-4:15-

I wake up to pounding on my door.

“Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” Jack screams out.

He’ll wake up the neighbors.

I get up from bed, i do t use the lights, i have to make him think im still sleeping, but I crawl on my knees to the door. I look at the crack between the door and the floor, I can see two feet and I know it’s Jack.

“please, baby, I know you’re there. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did, but I love you.”

“That’s bullshit.” I respond, no time to think. I get up from the ground and I ublock the door. Then, within a second I lock it agin. I don’t want to face him right now. I’m in my safe place, my home.

“No it’s not.” Jack says I can hear his guilt in his voice. He knows what he did.

“Eva.” I say as my voice trails off, I can’t help it. I hit my back against the door and I slide down to my butt. My knees up against my chest as I warp my legs in my arms. I sit there against my door, and my used to be love of my life on the other side. I feel my eyes burning, my throat starts to close. I look up at the ceiling light and back down to my red toenails. I start to cry, actually not crying, but bawling.

I cant breathe, it hurts to know my lungs taht I used to catch my breath after going on runs with Jack are being ised.

I can’t stop crying, because I know I didn’t have to cry when I was with Jack.

“I think we should break up.” I maanage to get out from my croaky voice.

I feel Jack put his fist down from the door and he slides down to the same position I’m sitting in. His head agisnt mine, but on the other side.

I hide my head in my knees as I cry, and cry.

“I love you. I really do.” Jack says as he cry’s as well. I can hear him sniffle.

“no, this is the last time i want to hear your voice.” I say, and I get up and slam my bathroom door, letting him know I’m not at the front door of my apartment.

“Please, y/n, stay.”

“This is the last time I’m asking you this, this is the last time. Jack you broke my heart before and I’m not letting it happen again.” I cried out. My tears all over my green tank top, and my pink silky pajama shorts.

“Please.” Jack bellows out, I need him to know if he loves me he’ll let me leave.

Last time he hurt me, I found out he was at a bar dancing with a girl name Sarah, but Sarah was my best friend.

“I’m hurt, Jack just go.”

“It’ll be fixed right? I mean we’ve been through this before! We can fix this!” Jack plead through the door, I can hear the pain in his voice, the hurt in his chest. But i need to rember that he hurt me, and it’s happen before, this was his second as his only chance to fix it.

“no. Jack you got Eva. Go hang out with her.” I cry out. U throw his favorite picture of us together under the door.

It’s a picture of us at the Hoboken Fair. I’m in his arms, his head resting on mine. We both are cheesing, his smile goes end to end, mine is so big you can see my dimples disappear. My eyes in so much love, his eyes set on the camera, I can tell he loves me. I’m dressed in a blue hoodie, that was reeking of jacks cologne, and my shorts were halara skorts.

loved.

It was never love, it was a story that he made up.

He passed under my favorite picture of us.

I was wearing low rise jeans, the ones that go under your belly button, and sit on your hips. I was wearing a small belt, and it had hearts on the pockets that covered my ass. My shirt was a cropped black leather tube top, and I had a really cute shoulder bag on, and Jack was an accessory that clung to my left side. I had my black heels boots on with red bottoms.

Jack was wearing a white striped button down Hawaiian style shirt that was in buttoned and he showed of his abs. Hes wearing my favorite shorts on him, his Nike woven flow shorts in black. He has his favorite white air forces on.

His hair was at his natural curly state, and mine was on a blowout, with curls in a tight half up half down, on top I had braids and I had blue sunglasses that matched Jacks hat.

“You miss our music festies?” Jack asks in a heartbroken tone.

“I’m serious Jack. We need to break up.”

“No. We can fix it.”

“No we can’t.”

“I’ll change, baby I can’t lose you.” Jack harmonized with the deep sound of my fridge.

Jack gets up, his shadow his taller. The door gets heavier, I stand up from my countertop that sits right next to my door.

“I knew you didn’t leave. You do that all the time”

“Jack, I’m not your girl anymore.”

“fine.”

I check the under the door. His shadow is gone, his shoes aren’t at my door. I open the dorr, check if it’s okay for me to sneak out.

Perfect.

I grab my electronics, my clothes, hairbrush, toothbrush, and my shower products. I head to my car. I sit in my drivers seat thinking if a safe place.

Last time this happened, John housed me. This time it’s different.

Jack and I broke up this time. I give my apartment an email:

To whom this may concern,

I’m sad to inform you that I am no longer in need of your rentable service. Room 179 on the 7th wing will be open for a new service. I’ll gather my things, what’s left may be used for the next, or be stored, if not needed you may contact me at (your number).

Sincerly,

Y/n Y/l/n

I already packed everything, I just need to grab my- actually I have everything. So I drive off and I remembered I left the keys at the front desk before I left. So I truly checked out.

-12:15 PM-

It’s been two days since I left my apartment, I have found myself at my bestfriends house, Liz

Jack called me.

“Where have you been?”

“Home.”

“No, your home, is at my house that Luke and I share. It’s your home, you have a bed, a shower, a kitchen, and you have someone who loved you.”

“No, Jack we broke up. It’s not your problem anymore.”

Why did I even answer. I’m over him, I need to heal, it’s for me to be happy. I hear a knock on Liz’s door so I open up.

“Y/N! Please!” Jack says as I open Liz’s front door.

“Go away.”

“Please”

“How did you find me?”

“I know you.”

“No, no you don’t.”

I shut the door and I go on my phone to block his number. I delete I’m his contact, and I unfollow him on Instagram, TikTok, and I un add him on Snapchat. I left him loose. He’s gone.

the last time ill ever feel him pain me.

“I just wish you loved me the way you love her!!” I scream at the door knowing Jack is still standing there. Again, I cry.

“I broke it off with Eva!” Jack says, trying to make me consider being with him again.

I rember the photo that Jack loves, the one of us at the fair. Eva took that photo. He wasn’t staring at me, he was staring at the camera- or so I thought. He was actually looking at Eva.

My favorite picture, us at the music festival, who took the oicture? Eva did, the pretty ashy blonde Eva.

“no, it’s always been Eva. I just seriously wish you loved me the way you loved her.”

#jocelynscrazyideas #hockey #nhl #jack hughes #jack rowden Hughes #nhl fic #hockey blurb #breakup #cheating #jack hughes x reader #emotional angst #🍇🍇🍇#Spotify

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drawbauchery · 18 days

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Wait, no, I need to know what your beef with mabel is, because I actually adore her and her father-daughter energy with Stan is SO cute. Like, that's a 12 y/o, how do you hate it

it's not a 12 year old, it's a character whose writing i thought was bad

#topsyturvy10 #asks

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abbyofthefirenation · 26 days

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the double standard in the way aang and zuko are treated by the fandom really is astounding. aang is villainised for even the slighest flaws he has despite most of his flaws stemming from the fact that he is a 12 y/o genocide survivor while zuko’s flaws are overlooked because of his father’s abuse or because of his redemption arc. if youre gonna vilifiy aang for not giving the map to katara and sokka in bato of the water tribe then keep that same energy for your precious zuko who spent basically the whole series traumatising the gaang.

#avatar: the last airbender #aang #zuko #atla fandom criticism #some of yall are a bunch of hypocrites #aang defence squad

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serpentinespider · 4 months

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Earth-6198 Eddie and Venom!!!! Yay!!! Glad to have finished these with time to spare for artfight :’D

Info / fun facts under the cut :3

Eddie: - He/him trans man - 42 y/o - 5’9” - Bleaches his hair blonde - Was close friends with Uncle Ben when they were in their 20’s. The two of them gradually drifted apart— nothing happened between them, they just both got preoccupied with their own lives. When Ben’s nephew (Spider-Man) showed up on his doorstep looking for a place to stay, he kinda appointed himself as Spidey’s new guardian. - He’s not so much a father figure to Spidey… moreso a quirky older brother or something shdgdgv

Venom: - Agender; they dgaf what pronouns you refer to them as. it/he/they used most commonly (in that order). - Markings represent the three pillars of transmasculinity: top surgery, bottom surgery and monster energy /j - Around 9ft tall but it varies - Basically just Tom Hardy Venom but sparklier

They have 2 chickens named Sonny and Cher, and two cats named Cletus and Mr Belvedere!

Mr Belvedere is about 12 years old, a retired show cat. Eddie proudly hangs his prize ribbons in his apartment. He’s also shared custody between Eddie and his ex, Anne. Cletus is a young (1< year) semi-stray that Spidey and Eddie like to feed. He doesn’t seem to be scared of symbiotes at all. He’s a nasty, high-strung little thing, and will rarely let anyone pick him up or pet him, but he’s very cute.

#Eddie’s tattoo is based on one that Tom Hardy actually has #The idea of having your ex’s initials permanently inked on you will always be hilarious to me sorry #Earth-6198 #fishy art #Eddie Brock #Venom #Been chipping away at drawing these refs slowly for MONTHS ngl I was relieved to finally finish them

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were-wolverine · 9 months

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percy jackson ep3 live reaction

yesss the attic it looks perfect

the voice crack on “hi” i’m cackling

“oh geez” HES SO PERCY

annabeth immediately i love him.

percy’s gf requirements: has to be willing to push him down a flight of stairs without hesitation

let percy understand the horses PLEASE

“i chose you” i thought it was gonna be like ‘because you’re my best friend’ but nah he is just suspicious of grover dang. “i trust you” DAMN HE REALLY LYING HUH. poor grover totally believes him too. good thing he earns his trust back eventually and remains his best friend forever

“i’m gonna pack the best snacks” HE IS THE BEST KIND OF FRIEND

why tf are there lobster traps in the cabin. WHERE IS HIS BED???

“i think they’re canadian maybe? or from chuck e. cheese i dunno” he’s literally my favorite person ever

“these are… interesting”

thalia’s tree :(

when do they tell percy that grover was thalias protector 🤔

“the most powerful being in the universe’s best idea to save his daughter’s life… was to turn her into a tree?” YEAH FR GET HIS ASS PERCY

bro really does not know how to read the room 💀 “she met a pinecone’s fate” dude she is talking about her dead friend/sister-figure. grover’s literally like “wtf man”

how tf did they get a taxi from long island to the city bro

“i’m sorry to hear that” UR THE BEST ANNABETH

why is grover singing… THEATRE KID ENERGY

“our voting system’s broken” hgjfhdhd

BIG OOF ????

the autism makes decisions so hard very real

NOT THE TOSTITOS /j

“they smell fear” “that’s bees” EXCUSE ME? BEES WHAT NOW??

damn dodds that’s brutal

“perhaps the most formidable demigod child alive” i adore how they make 12 y/o annabeth so fucking powerful. like i really really love that they do that cuz ppl always talk about how powerful percy is but not how powerful annabeth is

defeated by shitty evacuation skills smh

…we’re lost in the woods, somewhere in new jersey

“i didn’t even know they had forests in new jersey” king. what.

ahhh i wish they just made them 13 i really cannot see them as 12 year olds

ope it is revealed. GROVER STOP TRYING TO REDIRECT THE CONVERSATION ITS NOT WORKING

annabeth IMMEDIATELY knows it’s medusa lol

thinking abt how sally used medusa’s story to teach lil percy that appearances aren’t everything and “not everything that looks like a monster is a monster”. very interested to see what they do with her in this version of pjo

“and i definitely trust my mom” percy is such a momma’s boy i love it

i hope they don’t make her evil pls pls pls. SHES NOT EVIL SHES AN SA VICTIM. “a survivor” :(

“the gift the gods gave me is i cannot be bullied anymore” yes 🙌

girl really said “it’s not a gift it’s a curse” as if she was there 💀 ilysm but clearly the story you’ve heard isn’t what really happened

“so did i” :( she was a worshipper of athena

“i wasn’t like you, i was you”

ANNABETH “that isn’t what happened” GIRL YOU WERENT THERREEEEE

you tell them medusa !! her and percy get matching “i hate poseidon” shirts

team #trust issues

oop. yeah fuck poseidon.

okay yeah i really like this characterization of her. like a good person with a skewed moral compass. or at least good intentions but not great actions

leetle snakes hiss hiss

annabeth watching percy defeat alecto… she literally has heart eyes hehe

THEY BETTER SHIP HER HEAD TO OLYMPUS I SWEAR

you tell them grover!!!!!!

oh he really did choose grover because he trusted him aw :,)

YES SHIP THE HEAD

“i am impertinent” ily

the song 💀 this is why they are besties

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA? *lip bite*

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson show #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #pjo show #aunty em #annabeth chase #grover underwood

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kitkatcarkeys · 2 years

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Really embarrassing moments for Y/n and how the boys handled them (minific) - Bakugou

Bakugou:

You had an indestructibility quirk. The only things that weren’t completely indestructible were your hair and nails (thank goodness). They were still ridiculously, insanely strong, but it wasn’t impossible to cut them (with enough time, energy and force).

Bakugou was a surprisingly clingy boyfriend. Grumpy as he was, he liked to be near you, and if he had something to do, he wanted you with him. Training, he wanted to do it together. Studying, together. Cooking, together. Shopping, together. The list went on and on. He still had his own life, and his own hobbies and you each enjoyed your hours of private time, but he never understood why roughly every two weeks, you would disappear for the day, locked in your room and refusing all guests.

You wouldn’t even tell him what it was for. Rude as he was, Bakugou still respected your boundaries, even if he’d still question or complain about them. So he was frustrated that you would keep him from seeing you those days with zero explanation.

Then the day you had dreaded came. Your equipment, specialised for your body and your room – broke. You had simply worn it out.

Looking at it in dismay, you came to the realisation that you would have to go to the support department for a new one. Like most people, you only had to cut your hair every few months. Near indestructible hair didn’t really have much in the way of breakage. Or any breakage, actually. You had to book a particular hero with particular abilities to cut it, and thankfully said hero was an old friend of your parents. It still took about 12 hours by itself, and was cut one strand at a time. Heck, it was what your hero costume was made out of and could withstand fire, pressure, radiation, et cetera, just like you.

It was your nails you needed more time for. And the diamond-based, super-strong, super-fast grinder you had in your dorm had just broke. You even had a special exhaust system to remove the airborne filings so they wouldn’t get stuck in everything like hell’s fibreglass. Heck, you wore a specialised onesie that covered your whole head just so the stuff wouldn’t get on your clothes and hair. Only your hands and feet were uncovered. You looked like a bizarre space baby sitting with your toes or hands against a grinder. The suit was soundproof, and you were usually watching movies or listening to music, podcasts, et cetera to pass the time, and had snacks stuffed inside your suit to amuse yourself and make sure you ate during this long, boring time.

This was the embarrassing reality and price of indestructibility that you didn’t want your boyfriend to see. You loved your quirk. You loved being able to protect your friends, to take the hits others couldn’t, to go into places others would die in, and to focus on offence with your defence taken care of. But the grinder was so loud, your room had to be heavily soundproofed to prevent your grooming from disturbing the whole building.

And now you had to leave to get a new one.

After the air had been suitably cleaned and you were able to take off the goofy suit, you left your room and made your way towards the exit, passing through the common room area of the dorm.

Kirishima and Bakugou were in the middle of cooking, your boyfriend bossing around the chatty redhead as they worked. He stopped mid-sentence upon seeing you come in.

“Hey y/n!” Kirishima called, waving a potato peeler at you.

You waved back, smiling. Bakugou was staring at you, confused. You never left your room on these days you demanded privacy. He knew you were able to move the days around if you absolutely had to, but he still had no idea what you did on them. And he was curious.

“Kirishima, when you’re done peeling those, chop them into quarters and put them in the slow cooker!” he said, already pulling off his apron. “Add the other shit we measured, then turn it onto hot, then leave it alone! Set the timer for eight hours!”

“Huh? You trust me with this-?” Kirishima asked, looking pleasantly surprised.

“Of course I do, just don’t fuck it up!” he barked, pulling on his shoes to follow you out the door.

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You tried to convince him not to come, but it was like trying to convince a dropped brick not to fall.

“I’m just going to the support department.” you insisted. “You’ll be bored.”

“I’ll decide when I’m bored!” he argued back.

When you walked in to find Hatsume and showed her photos of the grinder without letting Bakugou see, she quickly threw all subtley out the window.

“Oh, your super-strong, super-durable, diamond grade nail grinder wheel Hercules3000 finally broke! That’s great!” she said, loudly enough for the whole room, plus those down the hall, to hear.

Bakugou stared at you, and you felt your face burning.

“Yes, my nail file-” you started.

“Don’t worry! My new baby Hercules5000 will be perfect! And all I needed was somewhere to install him!” Hatsume cried happily, rivalling only Bakugou’s volume, the blond boy silent for once.

“I left the other one in the room so the cleaning system would look after it-” you started, trying to convince yourself that Bakugou wasn’t bug-eyed and staring at you from three feet away.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Hatsume verbally bulldozed over you, “I don’t know anyone else who has toenails filings that can generate the kind of damage only pyroclastic flow can! If I ever decide to make biological weapons that cause purely physical damage, I’ll come to you for raw materials!” She cackled at the thought.

You were mortified.

“...You’ve been ignoring me for entire days to trim your fuckin’ nails?” Bakugou asked in disbelief.

You could only hide your face in your hands.

“Oh, it’s a very complicated system-” Hatsume started, “She has to grind them with specialised equipment, plus extract out the deadly dust to prevent injuring people with-”

“Nooo~!” you cried, embarrassed beyond belief.

“I figured it out, no worries! Hercules5000 has an in-built power-washing system to remove everything in half the time!” the support item specialist assured. “I finally figured out a pipe material that-”

“It all fuckin’ makes sense now.” Bakugou said, eyes narrowing at you. “You don’t get calluses, your skin is perfect, your hair doesn’t need any masks, I never got what the hell your “maintenance days” were supposed to be! You don’t even need sunscreen!”

“Oh, and Hercules5000 can shave hair as well, of course (if you want that) just like his older brother! And I’ve got a new suit-”

“Hatsume, please!” you begged, “Talking to you about it is fine, but I’m embarrassed with-!” You looked helplessly in Bakugou’s direction.

“The hell is embarrassing about that?” Bakugou demanded, irritated now. “Everyone needs grooming! It’s-”

Hatsume whipped out your specialised super-onesie and Bakugou paused, staring.

After a beat of silence he spoke quietly, but firmly. “Make me one too.”

Your jaw dropped, staring at him in disbelief.

Hatsume was more than happy to, and actually had a spare lying around. Adding footies and gloves to cover all of Bakugou was easy.

He had to argue to convince you to let him use it, but the two were even radio-linked to so you and Bakugou could talk during the self-care sessions. It was definitely easier for you to pass the time. Sometimes you hung out, sometimes you had your alone time. But Bakugou loved you for giving him the option. Not that he’d admit it to your face.

#bnha minific #bnha imagines #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #embarrassing #mha imagines #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #mha x reader #kkckwrites #bakugou katsuki x reader

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horanghxnni · 1 year

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counting the days until you're home. - l.s.m

PAIRING: Lee Seokmin x gn!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

TAGS: ldr established relationship, fluff, missing s/o, reader and seokmin miss each other so maybe a tiny bit of angst if you close your eyes

WARNINGS: ldr struggles like yearning/missing someone, that's really it!

NOTES: i am in a long distance relationship and while every mile is worth it, it can get hard sometimes. my heart goes out to all in a similar situation <3 i had this as a draft and thought seokmin fit it perfectly. enjoy!!

45 Days Left

The incessant buzz of your phone was enough to jolt you out of bed and blindly reach for the answer button. After a moment, the sweet smile of your boyfriend appeared on screen, eyes searching for you. It took you a minute to sit up and turn on your bedside lamp, seeing his eyes light up as he finally saw your face bathed in a warm glow.

“Y/N! Hi, baby!” His smile widened, head moving a bit closer to the screen to see you properly.

“Hi, baby.” You matched his smile with a tired one of your own, and glanced at the time before making your gaze meet his slightly pixelated one. His eyes softened, and his smile fell for a moment.

“Did I wake you up? What time is it over there?” He asked, lips now formed into a small pout. You waved him off, trying to find a way to ease his worry.

“No, honey, I was awake, I know you said you were going to call late today. It’s almost 4 am here.” You almost didn’t want to admit the time, but knowing him, he’d probably google it if you didn’t say anything. You could see the setting sun behind him through the window he sat in front of, the rare quiet surrounding him considering he was almost always around at least 1 of the other 12 members of his group. He looked well, a little tired behind his eyes, but you could see the energy pulsing through him as he tried his best to sit still. It was a concert day, and if you did your time zone math correctly, he was due for soundcheck in about 30 minutes.

His frown deepened at the realization of just how late you were awake waiting for him to call. “I’m so sorry I kept you up so late, honey. I meant to call earlier, but we had practice all day for this leg of the tour and I didn’t realize how late it would be for you.”

You could hear the guilt curl around his voice, and you felt your heart squeeze in his chest. It was hard enough being away from each other, but after finally ending your long distance relationship of 2 years to only end up back to constantly checking time zones and finding moments to speak over a screen hurt all over again.

“Baby, it’s alright. It’s worth seeing you so happy. What city are you in now?” You asked, attempting to change the subject to a happier one. Seokmin was always excited to talk about what he loved: his job. He was itching for this tour, and seeing his fans in person was his favorite part. His eyes sparkled at the thought, and like magic, his smile was back. You propped the phone on the side table beside your bed and laid against the pillows as he spoke animatedly to you, his cheerful voice slowly lulling you to sleep.

With a calm smile, Seokmin takes in your sleeping form for a moment more. “Sleep well, my love. I’ll see you soon.” He spoke quietly and with determination, before ending the call and heading to soundcheck.

14 Days Left

Today was a nightmare. Your boss held a board meeting announcing potential lay-offs, you spilled your morning coffee all over your desk, and dropped your lunch on the way to a table. As if the day hadn’t been rough enough, you got caught in the rain on the way home and had to walk 6 blocks from the train station to your apartment in soaking wet clothes. You angrily stripped from your soiled clothes and threw them in the general direction of your laundry room before taking a very long hot shower in an attempt to scrub away the negative feelings that weighed you down from today’s disasters. You ordered in, not being bothered to cook, and sat tiredly on the couch to watch whatever happened to be on TV. What appeared once you turned it on was a rerun of one of Seventeen’s Going Seventeen episodes. The screen panned across all 13 boys before settling on the one you wanted to see most: Seokmin. He happened to be the topic of discussion, and all the attention caused him to laugh and shift in his seat in embarrassment. Seeing him caused tears to fill your eyes, your food forgotten as you stared through watery eyes at the screen as he spoke to the other members who were egging on his goofy nature as he joked around.

It was days like this where the floodgates you built to be strong through the distance crumble as you sobbed on the couch. 2 years ago, you were struggling through once a week calls, a constant stream of “I miss yous” and “If only you didn’t live so far” flooding your text messages. You never expected to fall in love with a boy from across the world, much less a celebrity from so far away, but there you were watching all his stages and sending him proof you’d bought his newest album and happened to receive his photocard this time, living through video calls and letters sent as incognito as you could. Those two years were hell, but so worth it to experience him fall head over heels in love with you just like you did with him. To feel that kind of love from thousands of miles away was worth every missed call and unsuccessful attempt at meeting in person for the first time. The first time you got to feel his touch was when you arrived in Korea for the first time with all your belongings packed away and ready for your new life in a country you’d never been to before. It took a lot of saving, planning, and negotiation, but you both came to the conclusion that you could start your life there, with him by your side. You found a nice apartment near the HYBE building, and he was given permission to visit you and see you as long as your relationship was kept private.

6 months later, you were seemingly in the same position as you were before. Their Face the Sun tour began three months ago, and the facetime calls and alarms in the middle of the night for a chance at speaking were a part of your routine again. He was almost home, something he reminded you of constantly, but that didn’t make it any less hard. You’d finally gotten used to waking up to his messy hair and sleepy kisses that now your bed felt cold and way too big without him to sprawl out in it. You reached for your phone through your blurry vision, finding his contact and pressing the call button, not bothering to check what time it was.

“Hey angel, I was about to call you!” His voice was injected with joy, speaking loudly over what sounded like Seungkwan and Soonyoung, which only made your heart break more. You sniffled, and the line went quiet save for a few shuffling noises and fading voices.

“Angel, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He sounded worried, and you could just imagine him pacing around a now empty room. You sighed, attempting to calm yourself enough to speak clearly.

“Today was just a really hard day, and you guys came on TV and I just lost it. I just… I miss you so much.” You’d said those 5 words countless times, but there truly was no other way to accurately explain how you were feeling. You missed his touch, you missed the way he laughed when you accidentally burned breakfast for him, you missed the way he’d kiss you before leaving for practice or a schedule, or the way he cuddled you until the sun came up after a long day at work. You heard him sigh before your phone started to ring with an incoming FaceTime call from him. You answered and you saw his pretty brown eyes widen at the tears streaming down your face before softening once more.

“Baby, two more weeks. Two more weeks and I’ll be home with you 24/7 and you’ll wish I was gone again.” You laughed quietly at his attempt to make you smile, and he beamed with pride at his success. “I’m so sorry you had a bad day, and I wish I was there to hold you and make it better. What can I do until I can make it up to you?” He asked.

You contemplated for a moment. “Can you sing to me?”

He smiled, wide and sweet as candy as his dimples showed prominently. “Of course, honey. Go get comfortable and I’ll sing to you.” You followed his request eagerly, quickly wiping your tears and placing your takeout in the fridge before running to the bedroom. He giggled as you struggled with sliding one of his hoodies over your head, but before long you were settled into his side of the bed and awaiting the angelic sound of his voice to flow through your phone’s speakers.

“Ready?” You nodded as he began to sing, the sweet melody of a lullaby version of “Imperfect love” flooding through your senses as you closed your eyes. His voice wrapped around you to make up for his arms not being able to, and he sang you into a comfortable sleep. Once he knew you were out, he looked at you for a moment more.

“I love you, Y/N. I won’t be gone for much longer, I promise.” He whispered, then hung up. He turned to see Wonwoo standing in the doorway, a knowing frown on his lips. Wonwoo had witnessed his friend’s distress as he left the green room, following to watch Seokmin softly sing to you as his voice shook in an attempt to hide his own sadness. His eyes betrayed him, filling with tears that refused to fall. Wonwoo took a few steps forward, opening his arms for his friend to fall into, nothing more to be said as he tried to comfort Seokmin the best he could.

The next morning, you woke up to a text from Wonwoo:

If it makes you feel any better, he misses you just as much. He’s a wreck when you’re gone. We’ll be home before you know it and ice cream will be on me <3

0 Days Left

Your phone had been buzzing with notifications all day. Between flight updates from your boyfriend, begging from the boys to make sure you’re at the dorm, and a final approval text from their manager that you could spend a few nights in the dorm, you were a nervous and excited mess.

You were bouncing in your seat on the couch, eyes glancing up from your phone towards the door every 10 seconds or so. Seokmin and the rest of the boys had landed in Korea from New York about an hour ago, and he would be arriving back at the dorms any minute. Every step you took toward the dorm earlier today had your heart pounding with excitement, and waiting became agony as every second passed.

The sound of a key entering the lock pulled you to your feet, eyes boring holes into the door handle as it turned with ease, revealing the faces of the boys you adored. One by one, they shuffled in, jet lagged smiles toward you warming your heart as you excitedly waved hello. In usual circumstances, you’d attack them with hugs, but everyone around knew that two specific people had been saving their energy for each other, one of them having just walked through the door. His eyes scanned the room as he passed through the door frame, and when they met yours, it suddenly didn’t matter who walked in after him. His bags hit the floor with a loud thump as he leaped toward you. He stumbled as he narrowly passed furniture in his way and within seconds, his arms had engulfed you. Raising you from the floor, he spun you around as your face buried into his neck, fingers tightly clutching the dark fabric of the hoodie he was wearing. Tears flowed like a river, a low whisper of “you’re home, oh my god, you’re home” being the only thing you managed to say. He nodded in your embrace, tightly holding you as if the moment he lost the feeling of your touch you would disappear.

“I’m home, baby, and I’m never leaving you again.” He spoke with a finite tone, and that was a promise.

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Masquerade- Tengen Uzui

cw: masked sex, alcohol (tagging dubcon as they're drinking), teasing, pet names, fingering, blowjob, sex, mirror sex, office sex, cunnilingus

After finding yourself alone at a party, you're given company by a masked figure. A year later, you come across the same maroon eyes you'd remembered from that night - is it really him?

minors+ageless dni.

prompt from @tomiokas-lunchbox really aided in the second half of this fic!!! thank you <;3

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"Come on, please!" Mitsuri begged, two hands pressed firmly together as she leaned forward to bow. "It'll be fun!"

Sighing, you rolled your eyes at the lack of dignity she'd displayed when it had come to moments like this. "I don't do parties, 'Suri. You know that." Crossing one arm over the other, you sat back in your seat. The pair of you situated at your usual spot, a corner booth in the rustic cafe from your home. Mitsuri had once lived in that cramped 2 bed apartment too, but following her relationship with Obanai, she'd left. It was a great development in their relationship, and you'd been more than happy for her, though it had caused yourself to grow a little more lonely. It was her plan to find you a partner - someone exciting. You'd understood this was just due to her own guilt for moving out, even if she'd denied it.

"I promise, you'll have the best time!" Her voice grated at your ears with the affairs she was whining over. "Obanai will be going-" She continued at the desperate persuading, but you hadn't the energy to listen any longer.

"Obanai being there makes me wanna go even less, 'Suri." You took the mug from the stained wood before you, placing your mouth at the rim to sip at the hot chocolate. It was a good temperature, and for a moment, you'd relaxed, the taste mixed with the heat alleviating your brain. You hadn't seen her in a week, and the only thing she'd had to speak of was a stupid costume party her work friends were throwing for Halloween. You'd much preferred your usual plans - the two of you watching movies and indulging in various seasonal snacks. Though anything rated over a 12 would be too scary for Mitsuri, so you'd stick to things like Coraline, or Frankenweenie instead. It would be with first year the pair of you wouldn't have followed this tradition, so she'd wanted to include you within her new plans.

"I'll be fine at home; I'll watch the movies you were always too scared to, maybe order in. It'll be nice." You attempted to reassure her, you were an adult, and hadn't needed her attempts at babysitting you for the night.

"But, I want you to come!" She persisted, pouting. "Obanai won't drink with me, you know what he's like." She pleaded, voice ringing in your ears as she placed her hands together again, as if praying to an all-mighty presence above.

"If you don't like partying with Obanai, don't invite him." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose at her persistent cries. You'd loved her, but she was spoiled. Growing up beside her had taught you that. Obanai had fed into it too, treating her as if royalty - everyone else had been dirt on his shoe. You'd wondered why he'd worshiped her so diligently, however you'd appreciated that he'd treated her well.

You wondered how you'd find an outfit with only three days to go - most stores' Halloween stock would be pretty dried out by now. It would have to consist of things you'd already had, or were easy to order online.

"Just come for an hour, and if you don't like it, Obanai will drop you home." Her requests were starting to bore you, and finally, you'd caved.

"For fucks sake, Mitsuri." You sighed in annoyance. "I'll come, but if I don't like it, your boyfriend will be bringing me home." You complained, setting the conditions. She squealed, clapping excitedly as she'd began ranting over costume plans, your eyes closing and head tilting back as the barrage of words continued.

Over the following days, Mitsuri had spoken with you, an abundance of photos and ideas flooding your inbox until you'd finally agreed on going as a devil, while she'd dress as an angel. You'd heard her tell Obanai while on the other end of the phone, hearing his annoyance when she'd told him he needn't buy anything, he could just wear Kaburamaru around his shoulders.

A quick trip to the mall had you leaving with a red dress and nail polish, managing to find some clip-in horns with next-day delivery. Mitsuri had found herself a white dress and fuzzy halo, and when the pair of you had tried on the outfits to show Obanai you'd had to admit you'd looked good. Coming out of her bedroom you'd watched as something flickered over her boyfriend's eyes, understanding that with your departure, Mitsuri's dress would be a part of the evening they'd share.

Halloween had come quickly, even with work dragging. Once you'd finished your shifts, there had been excitement over the party you'd halfheartedly agreed to, though anxiety had somewhat overpowered this. Mitsuri had been texting you throughout the day, mostly regarding any potential one night stands she'd heard would be attending.

Once arriving at Mitsuri's, the pair of you spoke while slipping into the dresses, your friend updating you on today's events - working, eating and hanging out with Obanai. No matter how mundane a detail had appeared, she'd made it sound fun, always delighted to tell you everything on her mind. It had always been this way, since you were kids. You were one another's therapist, a person of no judgement, complete confidentiality as you indulged in every thought you had.

Through the chatter, Mitsuri helped you style your hair, sitting cross legged before the mirror of her wardrobe. Obanai had of course been banished to the lounge to allow you space, getting ready with the help of singing, and snacks. Having her to yourself was appreciated, new memories formed between the pair of you. It was how it used to be.

Pink hair flowed down her body in waves as she wore it down, finally placing the headband on top to complete the look. With a smile, Mitsuri took your wrist, happily bouncing to showcase the complete costumes to her boyfriend. He'd been laid back on the couch, beer in hand as he flicked through channels on the TV. You didn't often see him without his mask, though appreciating when he had been open enough to allow the privilege of seeing his scarred skin. You'd never addressed it, even if you had wondered how they'd occurred, nor lingered over his mouth for too long. He'd valued the thought.

"Ready!" Mitsuri jumped, taking her partner's hand in hers. He sighed, grasping the face covering and his car keys, following the two of you out. You got into the back of his car, while the couple had situated in the front, though Mitsuri had been constantly turned to face you anyway, explaining the last party she'd attended that had been hosted by Rengoku. A story you'd heard multiple times; the party that herself and Obanai had bonded, rather than just sharing glances at work. Although there was desire to meet someone too, you pushed it down to avoid disappointment.

Stepping into his home, you were taken aback. The expectations were set high, though you hadn't had full faith in Mitsuri's, usually over-exaggerated, descriptions of events. There had to be at least twenty people in the hall alone, all dressed as various characters; some horror, though the majority geared toward sex appeal. Mitsuri, linking arms with both yourself and her partner, navigated through the sea of people, making her way toward the kitchen. There had been a game of beer pong at the island set at the heart of the room, the outer-rim being taken over by card games.

A male sporting a white button up and red tie, a few fake blood stains littering the garment, stood proudly at one end of the island, smile painted widely across his cheeks. He'd had yellow hair, fading into red, and you'd been unsure if this was part of the costume, or his usual style.

Mitsuri released the pair of you to address him, running to embrace the stranger in a hug. He'd laughed at her greeting, placing an arm loosely around her to reciprocate her touchy-ness. You glanced to Obanai, wondering if he'd felt jealousy at moments like this, though understanding this was just how Mitsuri was. Always extravagant, an outgoing woman with a warming personality. Her genuine fondness of others was admirable.

Mitsuri's friend had been attractive, and from the way his eyes lingered over your body, you'd felt he was a little interested, too. It had been a while since you'd been within the presence of someone you'd actually felt charmed by; it was a bizarre sentiment. Though, with the anxiety washing over you, you'd needed space to recollect your thoughts, suddenly growing nervous over your appearance, or the impression you'd given off.

"Mitsuri, Obanai," He smiled at them, eyes stopping as they'd reached your uncomfortable stance. You gave a small beam in return, though anxiety pooling as you'd reached his gaze. "Is this y/n?" He questioned, eventually flickering back to your friend.

"Yes!" Mitsuri faced you, and you'd only been able to hope she wouldn't make you the center of attention during what you'd hoped to be a brief interaction.

"This is Rengoku, the host!" She exclaimed, a giggle from her lips. He stuck out a hand, and you placed yours within his grip, shaking it.

"Good to meet you!" His voice was loud despite the noise, booming through your ears over incoherent music and various other conversations.

"You too!" You'd replied, hoping the exchange would end soon.

"Let's grab drinks." Mitsuri shouted above the noise, and you'd accepted, following her to the fridge. She had been right when boasting his financial situation on the way over - the entire unit filled with beers, mixers, and other beverages you'd vaguely recognized to be alcoholic, clearly spending an absurd amount of money simply to host his friends.

"Is there spirits? I wanna do a shot?" You questioned, her green eyes glistening at your request. She cheered, excitedly skipping to the counter-top and picking a clear bottle of liquid, pouring them into two small plastic cups that had been stacked beside. The pair of you measured your drinks, before tapping the cups together and swallowing back the burning liquid. Your throat tightened at the liquor, immediately grabbing a can of soda to chase it down with. The pair of you laughed, Mitsuri pouring another, repeating the process, and then once more.

With the warmth of the alcohol coursing through your chest, you'd felt a little more at ease, comfortable enough to join them with a few other friends. There had been a petite woman named Shinobu, in a cute mini-dress embroidered with butterflies around the skirt, a hair pin to match. Beside her on the couch had been Giyu, wearing camo trousers and a black tee, a small net at his feet. The pair had been a couples costume; a butterfly and bug keeper. To their left, a white haired male named Sanemi, dressed in ripped clothing, his idea had been to be a zombie outbreak survivor. He'd bragged on about how he'd be able to live through an apocalypse, and how he'd definitely be immune to any disease epidemic. You nodded along, even if judging his self assuredness deep within your mind.

"I think we should leave, now." He leaned over his girlfriend, who was now murmering under her breath. She'd looked to be on the verge of passing out, outburst of energy now fizzling out. You nodded, grabbing the red clutch you'd arrived with, pushing your weight onto your palm to push yourself up.

Drinking a little more, you had felt a little past tipsy before deciding on taking a break. Mitsuri had been more intoxicated than you had, though, laying on her boyfriend's shoulder and quietly fussing over him, while you'd made conversation with their work friends.

"Do you live nearby?" Giyu questioned, attempting to make small talk. You shook your head, glancing up to his eyes.

"Not really - Obanai brought me here." You explained, before a hand was placed on your shoulder.

"Feel free to stay here, we have room." You'd recognised the voice to belong to Rengoki, as he paced over to sit beside Sanemi, beer in hand. Thanking him, you reverted your attention to the squealing girl beside you, stroking at Obanai's mask as she'd gushed over his beauty. He'd been evidently more wary of those around him, but didn't stop her from letting her heart out.

"Don't go!" Shinobu pouted, crossing one arm over the other. "You should stay, crash in the lounge with us!" You reconsidered your earlier decision; you had been enjoying yourself. Socializing was something you had struggled with previously, why waste an evening you could be spending having fun? Agreeing, Obanai took Mitsuri home without you, but reminding you to call if there was an issue. You smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder as if to thank him for his gesture, waving them good-bye as he supported Mitsuri at his hip, disappearing into the crowd.

After finishing and drying your hands, you opened the door to exit, plodding down the carpeted stairs. There had been a figure waiting at the bottom, leaning against the wall. You couldn't tell if your height above him had botched your perception of his height, but as you lowered, you'd realised your eyes had not decieved you.

Shinobu had encouraged you to dance with her, the males from the group remaining seated to talk. The pair of you gave your all, giggling while twirling, her skirt flowing out beautifully as she'd moved. You'd help one hand with her, singing along to classics until your throat had been dry, stomach aching from laughter you'd shared. It was difficult to fathom how much time had passed, but with all you'd drank, a bathroom break was needed.

"I need to pee!" You'd shouted in her ear, a giggle leaving her lips at your statement, hand falling to her mouth as if an attempt to contain further laughter.

"Upstairs, the door on the end of the stairs." She'd yelled, moving away from your ear to check the males had still been seated and talking. Giving you a nod of reassurance, she turned to join them, while you'd ventured to use the bathroom.

The male had to be well over 6 foot tall, dressed within a sleeveless black shirt and cargo trousers, fingerless gloves reaching elbow level, and over his face was a black fabric mask, wrapping around the bridge of his nose, a hood covering his hair. The only part of his face on show had been two maroon colored eyes, decorated in a small amount of eyeliner. He'd caught your gaze, the alcohol in you giving you the confidence to approach him.

"What're you dressed as?" You questioned, pressing your shoulder against the wall beside him, head tilting back to look up at him. He towered over you, muscular build adding to the space he'd already occupied.

"A Shinobi." He'd replied nonchalantly, yourself unaware if he'd actually been interested in what you'd had to say, or rather, playfully ask. The vodka in your system wouldn't take a hint, interrogating him further.

"What's that?" You mirrored his body language, bending your arm to cup the other. His eyes flickered over you, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.

"You've heard of ninjas, no?" His voice was deep, masculinity radiating from him, even if only a handful of words had been spoken. "My family are Shinobu, so it was an easy costume choice."

He hummed in thought, pushing himself from the wall to stand straight. You followed his movements, maintaining visual contact. "A devil?" He'd obviously been sure, but the fact you'd asked such an obvious question had him doubting himself. Your giggles had signified his answer had been correct, his originally colder demeanor loosening up a little as you'd been warm to him. Your smile had caused his own to curve upwards under the fabric, unbeknownst to you.

Continuing to peer up at him with doe-like eyes, your gaze lingered back over the maroon coloured orbs, tracing down the curve of the face covering, imagining what had lay beneath.

"Guess what I am." You teased, mainly to carry the conversation further. He'd piqued your interest, and if you'd played your cards right, maybe he'd entertain the thoughts you'd had in the back of your mind.

"Beautiful?" You poked at the mildly flirtatious move he'd taken, mostly to calm your own nerves, though you'd also wanted to hear him call you pretty again. Eyes dropping to his hands, your sight trailing over the painted finger nails he'd had. His hands, much like the rest of him, were large; you'd pictured your face being entirely encapsulated by his palm.

"Do you work with Rengoku?" You pondered, straightening out a crease in your dress, awaiting his response.

"Not anymore." He didn't explain further, instead taking his turn to question you. "How do you know him?" He challenged, eyes unfaltering from your figure, your cheeks heating at the attention you'd received.

"He works with a friend." You exhaled, watching as others passed through the hall on their way to another part of the home. "She was here, but she left." You commented.

"And left a woman as beautiful as you all alone?" You rolled your eyes at his attempt for a compliment, trying to hide the fact that word had your stomach flipping.

"You're stunning." He repeated the commendation of your appearance, a smile breaking out over your face. "Being here alone is a waste." The man took a step toward you, your heart racing at the sudden confrontation.

"Why would it be a waste?" You almost stuttered as he placed a warm hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb lightly across the smooth skin. Previous assumptions had been correct - his hand was as long as your head, fingers cupping around to reach behind your ear. You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the heat transfer from his roughed hand, the fabric of his mask brushing over your ear as he hovered his lips only centimeters away from the side of your face.

"No one will get to see such a pretty face moaning for them," You spine tingled when his fingers intertwined with your hair, tilting your head to the side to allow his face room to drift over your neck. "Isn't that sad?" The stranger questioned, and you inhaled sharply, a hum hitching in your throat from the words flowing through your head.

His hand dropped from your face to hold your wrist, standing upright. The loss of his presence so close to you caused you to ease up a bit, not having long to gather your thoughts as he was pulling you up the staircase. The pair of you had walked into what looked to be a guest room, a lock on the door allowing your privacy.

"Why don't you take the opportunity, then?" You closed your eyes, mumbling your words out quietly. He laughed at your sudden timidness, after being so forward with him.

"Would you like that, doll?"

The room was pretty, a large double bed coated in crisp white sheets, green wallpaper with luxurious patterns, a wooden wardrobe and bedside table fitting into the decoration. Rengoku had clearly taken pride within his home, unafraid to spend money. You were unsure of his position, but it had to be considerably better paid that Mitsuri's.

The stranger pulled you from your thoughts and appreciation for the interior design, yourself being pushed up against the door that had just been locked behind you. The dress you'd lovingly picked out a few days prior was pulled upward, a hand slipping to cup your pussy through the thong you'd worn, chosen with the small hopes of getting laid tonight. The sudden pressure caused your legs to wobble, inhaling deeply as his finger slip over your clothed folds. You grabbed onto his bicep to steady yourself, clutching on as he'd rubbed circles over you. Relaxing yourself, you allowed better access. It had been a while since you'd felt another person's touch; you'd forgotten how intoxicating it was. The male was clearly experienced, knowing exactly where to kneed in order for your eyes to roll back.

Of course, you'd slept with people before, most of which aiding you to achieve orgasm, though not putting much effort in. He'd been slowly warming you up, touching you before you'd even made a move on him. It was clear how he'd clearly prioritized your pleasure, and that made your heart flutter.

"Already s' wet for me." You could tell he was impressed by his own talents, the tone of his voice giving away the smirk he'd had beneath the mask. You groaned, rolling your hips to grind over him, feeling the slick of your arousal rub against the fabric of your underwear.

"You're all wet for a man you've just met, huh?" He teased, but you were past the point of caring. "Has a man ever touched you like this?" His voice was low, dripping with lust as you'd shaken your head from side to side, feeding into his already inflated ego.

Your other hand reached out, trailing it slowly over his stomach, attempting not to ball a fist at each constraint over our clit, finally grazing fingers over his cock. Just the feeling of the clothed hardness through his trousers had been enough to make your stomach churn, it was thick, and longer than you'd expected. It would be a struggle to fit it inside you, however you were more than willing to try. But, you were sure he'd take care of you - he'd already taken his time to build up your arousal, not even touching your bare cunt yet. You squeezed it, bowing your head with a moan as he slipped under the fabric, rubbing rhythmically over your sensitive bud.

"Don't worry about me, doll." He took your wrist, placing it back on his torso. You'd instinctively grabbed ahold of the fabric of his t-shirt, earning a chuckle from him. "I'm gon' make you feel good." He murmured, moving down to his knees.

He dipped a finger into you, earning a gasp from your parted lips, massaging your walls as he brought his other hand to massage your clit. Just one finger had filled you up so tightly, each curl hitting your core. You were a mess, back arching against the wood of the door, hands desperately gripping at his shoulders to hold yourself up. Your legs, parted only wide enough to allow his hand between them, almost bucking, shaking with pleasure as he focused solely on you. He placed kisses on your stomach, working what had to be magic on your soaked pussy. If you weren't chasing your high, you'd have asked him to remove the face covering, to feel his lips against your skin. But, in this instance, you hadn't cared enough.

"C-close." You hummed, voice wavering.

"Cum on my fingers, baby." His reassuring instruction was all you'd needed, a curse word leaving your lips before a series of moans, your body shaking as your climax had came over you. You didn't want to think of the expression you'd been pulling, eyes rolling back as you'd needily humped his hand, riding out your high.

Your eyes had glossed over as you breathlessly lent against the door, legs ready to give in. You felt his hands leave you, a finger being pressed against your mouth.

"Open f'r me." He'd only whispered, but you obeyed his command, brain foggy. He pushed his finger into your mouth, a salty taste against your tongue as you'd realized this had been the finger fucking you only moments before.

"Do you taste good, baby?" He asked, earning only a nod in response. The now familiar chuckle left his lips as he stood, tracing his hand over the belt he'd worn, threatening to unbuckle it.

"Wan' taste y-you." You'd managed to sputter out, eyes locked onto his hands. He traced the buckle, finally giving you what you'd wanted by undoing the metal, and freeing his cock from the tight trousers he'd been dressed in.

"So big." You'd whispered, eyes glued to the erection before you. It was pale, soft skin with veins running down the sides, much longer than the hand he'd used to grip it. You got on your knees, perching at his feet as you wrapped your own hand around it, placing your tongue to the head.

"Good girl." He'd hummed, moving the fist that had been clutching the base to tangle in your hair, rubbing his thumb in circles as you took him into your mouth. Just the head had filled most of your mouth; you were unsure on how you'd manage to go further than this. You'd wanted to impress him, though, giving your all.

Drool started to drip down your chin, coating your face as you'd continued to push him into your throat. Your eyes watered, but as time passed and it got easier to take all of him. You'd began enjoying yourself a little more, letting out moans and hums as you'd maneuvered on him. He'd appeared to appreciate this, squeezing his fist a little tighter on your hair when your hums vibrated over his cock, the head slipping down your tight throat. Tears streamed down your face, sniffling back as your nose ran, your makeup mixing with the fluid on your cheeks. He'd found you so pretty stuffed full of him, giving him everything you'd had.

At first, you'd licked up and down, base to tip, hovering your lips over the head you'd just been sucking at, exhaling over the wet saliva you'd left over him.

"Fuck, such a good girl." He'd repeated his pet name from before, deciding that was what you'd be called. With no names exchanged, you'd both had your own ideas - though you weren't confident enough to speak what you'd been thinking. You took him to the back of your throat, bobbing backward and hollowing out your cheeks. Pulling his trousers to sit at his knees, you used your hand to cup at his balls, lightly squeezing before pushing yourself further, his cock sliding down your throat. Resisting the urge to gag, you allowed your eyes to water, going back and forth on him, caressing his inner thigh with your fingertips. He groaned, watching your face as you worked on his cock.

When his ragged breathing calmed, you pulled your head back, simply looking up to see the imposing man over you. You'd need a few moments before being able to stand again, and only wondered how much of a mess you'd looked. Hearing his ragged moans and words of appraisal had gotten you feeling hot again, knowing by now there'd probably be a damp spot seeping through your dress, too. There had been a door to an en suite that you'd managed to make your way toward, turning on the faucet to warm before wetting a towel, wiping over the mess on your face.

You'd snaked your hand up, gripping at his dick, pumping as you went shallower with your mouth. The two movements in sync caused him to buck his hips - he hadn't usually lost his poise, but with you laboring so hard over him, it was hard not to.

"Wan' take my cum, pretty girl?" You hadn't noticed how breathless he was until those words, your eyes flickering up to look at his half-lidded ones. You nodded against him, continuing with the pace you'd had, quickly feeling the warm liquid erupt from him, moaning as he couldn't help but to thrust, bending forward slightly as he poured into your mouth, trying to focus on his climax, while remaining upright.

"What're you doing?" The voice of your one-night-stand came from behind you, making his way into the bathroom. You looked into the reflection of the mirror, getting off the last bits of your makeup while looking at him, arms crossed.

"Washing my face?" You replied, questioning what he'd been implying. Your voice was hoarse, skin warm and fresh from the water.

He didn't respond, only walking toward you, torso hitting your back while you'd been watching him approach you through the reflection of the mirror, eyebrows furrowed at his actions. You felt your skirt lifted once more, thong moved to the side as he pressed a finger to your cunt once more.

"We aren't done, pretty thing." His maroon eyes were focused on your ass, hips pressed on the sink, your back a little arched as you'd been leaning over to look into the mirror. He pushed a finger in you once more, wet sounds of him finger fucking your pussy filling the small room. You gasped, grabbing hold of the sink. You stretched around a second finger, screech leaving your lips as he darted them in and out of you, other hand slipping up your dress and under the bra you'd worn to toy with your bare nipple. He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching your face in the mirror as it contorted, mouth open wide, eyelids fluttering closed.

You were bent over the mattress as soon as you'd entered the room once more, panties pulled down to your ankles, his hand un-clipping the lace bra that clung to your skin. Fingers were pushed into you once more, massaging at your walls. He curled them, rubbing against your sensitive spot as you squirmed, grabbing at the sheets either side of your face.

"Look how pretty you are." His lips were next to your ear, as you opened your eyes through your haze, looking at your reflection. He massaged at your walls, grasping at your chest.

"Can't wait to see how you look, stuffed full of me." His words were like music to you. You bit your lip as he removed the digits from your abused pussy, gripping the hem of your dress and pulling it upward. You raised your arms, allowing him to remove it entirely, now stood only in your underwear.

"Can we do this in the bedroom?" You requested, and the male silently turning to leave the en-suite in a non-verbal reply.

He pulled them out, lining his cock to the dripping hole, teasing it inside. You'd let out a hum at the fullness, being stretched wider than his fingers had previously, squeezing your eyes closed as you'd felt him bottom out, though knowing he'd had more to give if you'd had the space to accommodate it. Once you'd adjusted to the size, he picked up his pace, fucking you into the mattress under you. His hips clashed with your ass, large hands encapsulating your hips with their grip, using you as if a toy.

You'd been a moaning mess beneath him, pussy clenching around the cock he'd fed you, his hand finally tracing down your thigh as he leaned forward, stomach pressed into your back while he'd reached between your parted legs, rubbing over your clit once more. You'd bucked your hips, though it had been in vain as his body had you pressed into the bed so deeply that you'd been unable to move, other than the rocks of each pound into you. Dizzy, cock drunk, you'd accepted that you probably wouldn't be able to move until he'd been done with you.

"Taking my cock so well." He'd hummed. You could feel his breathlessness in the form of his stomach's faltered movements, sucking in and out in a feverish state. You could only moan in response to any commentary he'd give, brain whiting out with each pound, eyes glossing over. You hadn't known what it had meant to be in a daze until now, barely conscious, only able to think about one thing - cumming.

Your pussy was stuffed full, rammed from behind as his dick had been pumping in and out of you at full pelt, squelching inevitable from how aroused you'd been, slaps from how he'd crashed into you with each thrust. You wondered if a second orgasm would even be possible, but with the way his fingers grazed over your clit, cock jamming you full, you could feel a tightness building within the pit of your stomach.

He was grunting above you now, you'd been unable to turn and look but you could picture his eyes watching your smaller frame being squashed by his larger one, your eyes crossing through your own pleasure. Or maybe, he'd had them closed, half as hazed as you, as if what you'd been enduring was in another plain. If this is how you could have been fucked by any other man you'd dated, you felt like this was your virginity - no one had made you feel so intoxicated on nothing but pure arousal. It was animistic, the need for his cock, the completion you'd felt set deep within you as you were receiving it.

Your body tightened up, almost squeezing on him so intensely he couldn't move - though he'd powered through anyway, cock cramped inside the gummy walls, kneading over him in ways that had him grunting, groaning, an internal battle within him to just hold out until you'd found your high-

You let out a whine, louder than the prior sounds falling from your lips, teeth clenching yet jaw jittering, the vision that had slowly been blurred now coming to stop at a mash of colours and shapes. This was what getting your brain fucked out had felt like. The first orgasm had been intense, but this had been as if you'd been transported to another dimension. You weren't sure if you were still conscious, ears ringing, a ring of cream forming around the stranger's dick. He'd watched in awe and curiosity, cock twitching as he'd felt the wave wash over, mouth opening beneath the cloth to release another sound.

Your pussy compulsed around him, wave of seed filling you and spilling out around his shaft, for there hadn't been any extra room inside your abused cunt to house the white ropes shooting from him. He'd gripped into your side with so much force, fighting to keep himself steady, and you were sure there'd be marks in the morning.

He evacuated you, leaving you a heaped mess on the bed, unable to move. Your body was sore, arms and legs crushed from the weight of his body, pussy aching from the amount it had been used. You were face down, fatigued.

Time passed strangely, mind in a haze, but you'd felt a damp cloth wipe over your cunt, a pair of strong arms lifting you to place you at the top of the mattress, a duvet weighing down on your tender skin. You couldn't open your eyes, but under the lids had been an array of shapes, patterns and refraction of light, almost as if you'd been looking into a kaleidoscope. You could hear sound around you, but had been unable to piece together much more than the fact it had been the male that had just given you the fuck of your life, most likely cleaning up after the pair of you.

The warm lamp light that had seeped through your eyelids was turned off, your eyebrows furrowing when you hadn't felt the bed beside you move to accommodate the stranger's weight. You muttered a slur of incoherent words, asking where he was going, but you'd had no reply other than the door closing. If you'd had been in your right mind, maybe you'd have run after him, but with exhaustion setting over you, and the knowledge you'd been nude and unprepared to dress yourself, you fell victim to the wariness and slumber over came you.

The following day, you'd been woken up. Mitsuri had shaken you, and through the mist of your sleeping state, you'd wondered if it had been the stranger. Excitement fizzled out as you'd opened your eyes, glancing over the familiar green eyes opposed to the maroon ones you'd so desired. There was a small part of you that had questioned if last night had been real, but as you'd felt your skin graze on the soft sheets enveloping you, you'd realised it had been.

Mitsuri had questions, through her smile. She'd persuaded her lover to bring her back to check if you'd still been here, for Shinobu had given her the information she'd so greatly wanted, that you'd disappeared last night, upstairs with a man in costume. Your mind had been hazy, but Mitsuri didn't consider your clouded thoughts, instead pleading with you to inform her of what had happened.

You explained it, in detail. Obanai had been waiting in the car, confused and slightly concerned as to why the pair of you hadn't already poked your heads through the door, all while you'd been describing the most memorable night of your life.

The only issue had been, you'd had no idea who the man was.

After speaking with Mitsuri, you'd assumed she'd be able to identify the features - insanely tall, muscular and maroon coloured eyes, but she hadn't. Obanai had heard the story too, though you'd hoped Mitsuri would have spared some details and your dignity, and he'd suggested the unusual eye colour was simply down to contacts. At first, you didn't agree, but as time went on, you'd ended up accepting the possibility, as if anyone would have known him, they'd have immediately recognized the description. Mitsuri had wanted to ask Rengoku, but you'd begged her not to - if the mysterious male had wanted you to know who he was, he would've given you more of a sign. Instead, he'd left you in the bed alone, not even saying a half-hearted good-bye before he'd left, perpetually.

You'd thought of him late at night. When you'd needed a release, you searched for the memory deep in the back of your head, wondering if he'd imagined you too. But, for the amount of lust and experience he'd had, it was likely you'd just been another one night stand for him.

The only negative you'd been able to conjure up had been that you were now unable to find a partner as fulfilling as he'd been. Following that night, you'd made it your duty to get laid multiple times, wondering if you'd be able to fill the hole he'd left - but you couldn't. No man, or woman, had amounted to the intensity he'd given you. The way he'd fucked you had been as if you'd been given a drug; you were searching to find that high again.

You thought you'd never find it.

A year had passed, life changing around you, yourself moulding into a new person, and still, you'd found sex unsatisfactory. You'd started to despise the man from this-time-last-year, wondering if maybe he'd just fucking hated you. Forming a relationship felt nigh-on-impossible when no one could begin to amount to him. There was only one person you'd been hopeful of, thinking he would suffice, but after once or twice, the charm had worn off.

In this time, one positive had occurred; you'd been offered a higher paying job with a better company. After attending a few more of Rengoku's parties, hoping to scout out the familiar male but never coming close, you'd actually spoken with the blonde a little more, befriending him. You'd texted from time to time, the odd check up, meeting the other's gaze when out with friends, and he'd mentioned a job opening within his friend's company. Finally, a position you'd felt was adequately paid, and you'd had more than enough relevant experience to land it.

Today had been your first day.

Swallowing back the nerves, you adjusted the dress trousers once more, flattening out any creases and standing straight. The elevator dinged, signalling your arrival at the first floor, anxious feet stepping out behind the mentor you'd been assigned. She had been to bring you to the boss' office for an introduction, a welcome as she'd phrased it. You'd been a bundle of nerves from the beginning, and now, stress added heavily on top of that.

There had been glass walls throughout the office, allowing light to cascade through and brighten up the already light atmosphere, many employees smiling at you through the golden rays. It had been a little more high budget than your previous job, though the salary had reflected that.

You stepped to an office with blinds, a black door displaying a silver name plate, 'T. Uzui' boldly stated. It was obvious this office was special, a private space opposed to the omniscient layout of the building. Your mentor had knocked, waiting a few moments before pulling the handle down, opening the door wide to allow you to step through first.

Heart racing, you braved the moment, straightening out the fabric one more time before taking the lead. There had been a male, white hair flowing down either side of his face, eyes focused over documents before him, taking a moment before standing. You'd smiled, though avoided eye contact with him, as he held out his hand over the desk he'd been sat before. You took it, listening as he'd introduced himself, your colleague wondering in behind you.

"Tengen Uzui." He'd spoken, deep voice erupting from the smirk on his lips, as you'd fought the urge to furrow your eyebrows. The voice had been familiar, but you hadn't been able to put your finger on where you'd heard it before. You glanced up to his face, finally, your name leaving your lips as you studied the features. He'd been amused, and you'd tried to rack your brain, fighting to find the memory he'd appeared within, but falling short.

"Please, take a seat." He removed his hand from yours, though not before it had lingered over your palm, as if he'd been encouraging you to remember, too.

You took a seat beside the other female, as he had sat back in the office chair behind the wooden desk. He'd explained a few things about how he'd founded the company from his own home, and where it sat today, all while you'd been working in overdrive, attempting to pull forward any relevant experiences.

It was possible he'd simply attended one of Rengoku's parties, considering the two had been friends, and you'd seen him from the corner of your eye while drunk, a useless encounter your brain had removed due to lack of importance. But, as you studied over his eyes, ones that had been watching you with such deep interest, you'd figured it was something more than that. You'd interacted with him somehow, those maroon eyes-

"Oh." You stated under your breath, a gasp pulling through your lips as your eyes widened in shock, face heating in embarrassment as your recalled that night.

The CEO of the company you'd just been accepted into had been the reason you'd stayed awake at night. The reason all other intimacy had been off the table for you, why you'd clenched around your own fingers wishing they were his. His smirk grew as your mouth had fallen agape, body stiffening up.

"Sorry, is there a problem?" He questioned, his smile unfaltering as he glanced between yourself and the employee next to you. You frantically shook your head, though you hadn't been oblivious to the way he'd watched over you, waiting the for the reaction to fall so beautifully from you as it had.

"N-no," You stuttered, stomach twisting as you stared into those eyes for the second time in your life. "I, uh-" Trying to come up with an explanation for your behaviour was impossible as you glanced over his figure, knowing how those hands had felt over you, body plush against yours and cock balls deep inside you.

"Nezuko," His eyes flickered to the woman seated beside you. "Could you give us a moment, please? In fact, just return to your desk. I'll finish the introduction here." He questioned, and the brunette stood, bowing before leaving the room. Your heart raced in your chest, a tightening squeeze as you anticipated his next move. He'd clearly been uninterested on seeing you again, considering he'd left you alone in bed that night, with no trace. Perhaps he was going to dismiss you, on the first day, to save awkwardness between you.

The door closed, leaving the pair of you in the room alone, seated opposite one another in silence. You eyed up his face; the features you had been unable to see previously. Over the course of the past year, you'd wondered why he'd kept the mask on. You'd thought perhaps he'd been unattractive, self-conscious, or maybe he hadn't liked you enough to let you see. But now, you'd understood a little more. CEO of a decent sized company, he'd probably done so to hide his identity - though you were sure he had been into it kink wise.

"I didn't think I'd see you again." You spoke, voice breaking from the uncomfortable atmosphere, shoulders tense and arms crossed. You felt small, but swallowed back your nervousness and decided to face him head on. His smile was static, gleam of playfulness in his eye.

"Did you put that much thought into our night?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow while you shifted in your seat.

"I'm not sure I'll ever forget." You admitted, flickering between his suited torso and the wood of the desk before him, clammy palms pressing into your trousers and clutching at the fabric for emotional support. You watched as his smile lessened, expression morphing as he'd glanced over you, clearly reliving that evening while staring at your body.

"Oh?" That was all he'd been able to ask, encouraging you to explain more, but not giving the satisfaction of knowing that he'd been thinking of you, too.

"I haven't been able to find someone as good as you. Honestly, you killed my sex life." You let out a dry laugh, eyes falling to the hem of your trouser leg, picturing the mediocre sex you'd had since, how there hadn't been a male able to consider your pleasure as much as he'd done.

"Sorry to hear that." His voice was low, aura changed, but you still couldn't look up to face him. "I can help you with that, though." Tengen stood, straightening his suit jacket as he walked around the desk. You glanced over him, his towering figure casting over your seated body, looking down over you as he leaned back on the table.

You swallowed, only able to watch as he pulled the remaining blinds closed within his office, returning to you with a smirk as he knelt before your seated body, hands resting on your hips as his long fingers looped into the waistband of your trousers, hooking around and pulling at them. "Here?" You questioned, Tengen tugging at your trousers once more. You pushed yourself up, standing before him, allowing his tugs to expose the bottom half of your body, his eyes trailing over the lace panties. He leaned forward, placing a kiss at your navel, trailing down until his mouth sat at your folds, practically sucking at the black lace. Your breaths became deeper, Tengen pulling back the second layer of fabric to reveal your cunt.

"What do you mean?" You questioned, letting a shaking breath leave your lips slowly, awaiting movement from him once more to signal his wants.

"Well," He exhaled, glossing over you before talking once more. "I'm not one to deprave a woman of what she needs."

He guided your hips to sit back down, pulling the garments from your legs and spreading them, placing each knee over the arms of the chair. You leaned back, biting your lip at the cool air hitting your wettened pussy, Tengen's mouth inches from kissing your exposed pussy.

He brought his lips to your clit, softly placing a kiss over you, then another, working around each part of your pussy with gentle pecks, finally involving his tongue after every inch had been attended to. He licked from your throbbing hole to the hood in one large swipe, then using smaller, kitten licks, to taste you.

You'd been fighting back whines since he'd began, but with a flick over your clit, followed by a sloppy, french kiss between folds, you couldn't help but bring a hand to lace in his hair, gripping him for support as you moaned. Tengen laughed against you, vibrations causing your stomach to flutter as he'd used his tongue to swirl around your clit, each time your grip would tighten to signal you'd been closer, he'd drop his lips to fuck your hole instead, darting his tongue in and out of you. You were sure your bottom lip had to be close to bleeding from how hard you'd bitten down on it in attempts to stay quiet, eyes squeezed shut and torso tense, legs spread as far as your body would allow.

He introduced his fingers, slowly introducing the middle one to your clenching cunt, teasing it in slowly to stretch your walls. It's as if no time had passed, for the feeling of him stuffing his finger into you had felt so familiar, so fulfilling. The ache you'd tried to counter for so long was finally being satisfied, long nights desperately trying to make yourself cum like he'd done, now put to rest as you were gratified with him once again.

He curled his finger, massaging you with his tongue as your quiet whines cascaded from heavy breaths, eyes squeezed shut in bliss, mouth agape. He looked up to you as he'd worked your pussy up, erection growing as he'd looked at the way your face had relaxed, as if you were in some sort of euphoric trance. He'd added another finger, causing a roll of your hips, hand still firmly sat atop his head, though Tengen had been the one with control, your drooping arm being guided by his movements.

You felt yourself gush over his fingers, muscles tingling over your body, legs spread as wide as you were able to move them. He'd groaned against you, addicted to the taste you were giving him, the pussy he'd missed since that night. You were shaking, weight fully pressed into the leather of the chair you'd been situated on for you weren't able to support yourself after coming down from such a high.

"Feel so good~" A hum of praise from you had encouraged his actions, flicking over you again, cream from your pussy coating his fingers further. He'd been lapping up the mix of arousal and his own saliva, spitting onto you every so often as it had earned moans from your lips. He could feel you getting closer, breaths more stuttered, as if you were forgetting to breathe while basking in the pleasure he'd bestowed onto you.

"P-please-" You gasped, head tilting back while your mouth widened, eyes rolling back and focus being clouded, whimpers leaving you while you'd tried to remain quiet - you were at work after all. Though, with Tengen being the company's founder, you were sure that you weren't going to face repercussions for this.

He'd pulled back, watching your drunken-like state with admiration, taking an action he'd done that night, placing his soaked digits to your mouth for you to taste. You'd barely noticed the fingers slip past your lips, but innately sucked, eyes finally over the foggy mess of mist you'd been clouded within while he'd pulled them out.

"Did that help you?" He questioned, voice laced in desire. You nodded, swallowing a mixture of his saliva and your arousal back before closing your legs a little, opening your mouth to speak.

"Can I make you cum too?" You questioned, glancing over his complexion, appreciating features that you'd been unable to discern before his face had been revealed to you. He glanced to the wall, looking over the clock that had sat above the closed blinds, swallowing.

"Next time." With those words he stood, turning to walk to his desk and open a drawer while you'd closed your legs, picking up the discarded clothes from the floor to put your feet haphazardly through the holes. You saw a box being waved before you from the corner of your eye, looking up to see a box of tissues. You exhaled while smiling, taking the box to use on yourself, though knowing that without fresh water, you'd be uncomfortable throughout the day.

"Tomorrow night?" He questioned, and you'd nodded, a grin across your cheeks.

"There'll be a next time?" You questioned, buttoning your trousers and tucking your shirt back in. "I was disappointed when you left, last time." Trying not to let your annoyance get the better of you, you'd attempted to politely express your feelings. He laughed, arms crossing over his chest.

"I'm not letting you go to waste, don't worry." His comment made your stomach flip; unbelieving a male of his stature had so much interest in yourself - not that you were complaining.

"What about dinner?" The forwardness overcame you, confidence boosted from his precious statement. Perhaps you were a little eager, but after a year, you didn't want to risk losing him once again. He smiled; Tengen had found assertiveness attractive.

a/n:

this is the end of kinktober !! i can't actually believe it! thank you to everyone who has supported me through this month, i appreciate it so much <3

honestly some of these fics i'm not entirely happy with - this one included, but i can see clear improvement over my writing since the start of this month.

i plan on releasing more fics and such, and im suppppeeerrrr excited about it! i feel like now i'm not restricted to kinktober i'll enjoy creating a lil more <3

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