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woewriting · 7 months

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wednesday addams is good at everything.

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The sun was setting in the distant horizon, the orangish color painting the sky, the dim lights automatically turning on as the room became darker, all you could see was the silhouette of the girl sat in her chair, rapidly typing on her writing machine. Watching Wednesday work on her novel always left you mesmerized, she wasn’t allowed to make a single mistake as the antique machine didn’t have an erase button and the writer refused to stain the paper. She was brilliant.

“You’re good at fencing, botany, writing, and I’m sure you’re great at killing people too, but…” You stop, unsure if you should proceed with your, stupidly and terribly planned, plan.

“But?”

“But I doubt that you’re good at kissing.”

Wednesday’s hand stopped typing as she turned her face to the right, her side profile illuminated by the fairy lights that, somehow, you convinced her to hang over her working desk. The perfectly drawn nose, the plump lips, and God, her jawline! So sharp that you’ve always wanted to run your finger over the bone to see if it would cut.

The girl kept her eyes on the wall, her brain working in what her next step to this, obvious, teasing should be. You could almost see the engines twisting inside her skull.

The moment she stood up, her eyes were fixed on your face, jaw tensed up, hands in fists. It was like she was ready to throw a punch at you, it wouldn’t be the first time… but when she took a step closer and you closed your eyes, waiting for the collision, her fingers pulled you by the collar of your shirt until you felt her hot breath against your lips.

“I’m good at everything.” Her voice was serious.

Tilting your chin up, a small smirk tugged the corner of your lips. Eyes slowly opening, meeting hers.

“Why don’t you prove me wrong then, Addams?”

Wednesday loosened the grip on your shirt, the stretched fabric showing your collarbones, a few moles adorning the skin. For a second, in an intrusive thought, the brunette wanted to count each one that covered your body. She had seen a few whenever you wore sleeveless shirts or shorts, they decorated your skin like stars in the night sky, but there was one she had never seen before and, now, got her full attention and became her favorite, a small mole near the vale of your breasts.

She wanted to touch, her hand reaching down to invade the ruined fabric in a curious act, but she stopped midway when she felt the deep breath you took, she could see goosebumps all over your chest with the sudden proximity. You had been next to each other before, but not like this. Not with her eyes peeking through your shirt, her plump lips taking all your attention, so close to yours.

Wednesday was so kissable, and she didn’t even know that.

Not with her hands on your neck as she looked up, big brown eyes staring at your soul. She took a deep breath, swallowing the air to her lungs almost as if it was hurting. And when she closed the gap between you two in a bruising kiss, it felt like a burning knife pierced her throat.

Her nails dug the back of your neck, her teeth biting your lower lip. You knew Wednesday wasn’t gentle, but this was a whole new level. Wrapping your hands on her thin waist, you finally pulled her impossibly closer.

Her tongue licked yours deliciously before sucking hard on it, a struggled sound escaping you, a small string of saliva connecting your lips before she kissed you again, the ragged, unsteady breathing making your lungs burn, begging for air. Pulling back, your chest rose and fell aggressively, your lips lingering over hers, almost touching, uneven breathing colliding with your face.

Before you could kiss her again, her hand pressed down to your chest, pushing you away. Your knees buckled against the bed frame, and you awkwardly fell onto the mattress.

Wednesday was blushed, eyes half open and red, swollen lips. She looked like a mess, and you’re sure you look even worse, you could feel the burning feeling on every centimeter of your body, your hair all over your face.

“Good enough for you?”

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inkformyblood · 9 months

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needed: a better hiding spot (CWFKB #18)

Butterfly kiss, Canon Era, pining~ @codywanfirstkissbingo

“Here.”

Cody barely has a moment to register the pressure of Obi-Wan’s hand around his wrist before he’s pulled sideways. The door slides shut behind them with a click that echoes in the recesses of Cody’s brain, the final notch in a tally he’s been keeping since he first walked onto the bridge and saw Obi-Wan. He is completely and utterly fucked.

The cupboard — because calling it anything else would be an insult — is lined on both walls with shelving. Cody blinks in the sudden and complete darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust. His helmet lies discarded somewhere on a higher level, a lucky shot cracking the visor and rendering it unusable, but the small beacon wired into it would still be active and they would be found. Eventually. Cody may be dead by then, his heart which carries by itself a price tag of seven hundred credits giving out due to the strain of how close Obi-Wan is to him. He can make out the flutter of Obi-Wan’s lashes, the faint floral scent that clings to his breath as he sighs, his mouth pursing into a faint whistle.

It is how they trained them in Kamino, whistles and hand gestures, twisting them one way and then the other like a pack of hunting shrills, and Cody looks where Obi-Wan indicates. He can just make out the impression of his hand, one still wrapped around Cody’s wrist, the blunt reflective sheen of a callus that swallows up the side of his thumb, before Obi-Wan releases him. His hand falls to his side and Cody misses the moment of contact. It would be for the best. He is used to surviving on rations stretched as far as they could go and Obi-Wan’s touch could be divided up similarly.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan murmurs. His face is tipped towards Cody’s ear, his hair falling free from the rough bun he had hurriedly tidied himself into before they stepped onto the ship and the strands fall across Cody’s shoulder like a tidal wave. There’s an absence of scent to it, the neutral nothingness that comes with the products supplied to the clones, and Cody’s thoughts slowly tip into Obi-Wan in the showers before he tears himself back into rote procedure.

He’s dead. He is never going to leave this cupboard.

Cody swallows and the sound echoes in the cavern of his skull, too loud to be anything other than a point blank blaster cocked against his temple. “Sorry for what, sir?”

Obi-Wan catches himself on the edge of a laugh, biting it back as his shoulders shake. He lowers his head, pressing his forehead to Cody’s shoulder before he breathes in and straightens up once more. Grief breaks into fragments across his brow blending with the lingering joy, his lower lip caught between his teeth. He clears his throat softly and Cody’s attention snapping back to him. “I should have tried to pick a better hiding spot,” Obi-Wan says, an apology layered beneath his words. He presses his regrets into Cody’s hip, the motion hidden from the door by the bulk of their bodies and the fall of Obi-Wan’s robes, close but still apart.

“Next time, I’d like one that has a caf machine installed.” Cody leans into Obi-Wan’s touch still. It is like he is starving, trying to tear himself away from a banquet. He can carve half-moons into his flesh from the jagged edges of his nails and sear the brush of Obi-Wan’s fingertips into his bones and it will never be enough. He wants to kiss him, but he can’t. Cody is a good soldier, he follows his orders, and Obi-Wan is his General. There isn’t a space for them yet, not here, not like this.

“I will try my best in the future.”

They are silent for a long moment. Distantly, the wail of an alarm begins to sound and the light bleeding through the narrow gap of the doors flickers a deep red. In the fresh hue, Cody looks up at Obi-Wan, meeting his gaze. “What are you thinking, sir?”

“Lots of things,” Obi-Wan answers automatically. His mouth curves into a small smile that doesn’t go anywhere near his eyes, the same expression he wears when a politician breaks into his orbit, manufactured politeness brandished like a saber to get them away from him. Cody doesn’t know what the Force feels like, how an entire universe's worth of input could cram itself into a single person’s mind, but he squeezes Obi-Wan’s hand. A tremor runs through the other man, a realigning of planets because of Cody’s touch and he wonders if the Force feels better than this, if shifting the flow of the universe could compare to holding Obi-Wan’s hand.

Obi-Wan continues, his voice perfectly level in stark opposition to the shiver rattling his teeth. “I am thinking that I really would like to kiss you.”

Cody starts, his breath tearing through his chest before he rights himself in the same moment, perfected Kaminoan engineering at work. “I’d like you to kiss me.”

“Not like this, but—” Obi-Wan cups Cody’s jaw in his free hand, smoothing his thumb over Cody’s cheek, “—hold still, love.”

Cody obeys. The ship could fall out of the sky and every single one of his brothers could tear open the door to this cupboard and Cody wouldn’t move. Obi-Wan leans closer, pressing his cheek to Cody’s before he turns his face closer. He blinks deliberately, his lashes dragging against Cody’s skin, his breath warm as he exhales, and Cody closes his eyes. He wants to remember this. It is an unconventional kiss, but they have never done things in the typical way.

Obi-Wan straightens slowly. “I will be able to kiss you properly after the war.”

“I liked that kiss,” Cody murmurs, his voice cracking, his cheeks suddenly burning. Obi-Wan chuckles, squeezing Cody’s hand once more.

“I’m glad.”

#codywan #cwfkb2023 #cwfkb #star wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #my writing #fanfic #cody x obi wan

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osleeplessflowero · 3 months

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<- First Part 🔒 -> Oneshot Masterpost

time for some answers! that..lead to more questions.

AmalgaMATE

a science sans x amalgamate reader series

The sound of the scanner was all Sans could seem to focus on as Alphys hooked up the machine to give it a test run. The "Insert", or rather, You were waiting behind some glass windows, hands pressed against them as your heads shifted between shapes. Somehow a chill goes down the skeleton's spine at your staring, even though he can't actually feel temperatures. Perhaps that's just an effect you have on him, heart shaped voids where your eyes would be unable to pull away as you observe his subtle movements.

"O-Okay, just hold still and let me look over your soul for a few seconds. Try not to move too mul- much." Alphys' claws can be heard clicking the keys on the keyboard beside her before she presses a button on the machine.

"don't gotta worry too much about that, alphys. it's not like i need to breathe." He simply falls limp where he sits as he feels himself being scanned, Alphys focusing intently on what the machine says. Ooh, he really wants to make a joke right now, but he'd hate to know what could go wrong if she loses focus. Maybe some other time. The two wait in an agonizing silence as the results slowly pull up. Jeez, someone really needs to do maintenance on this..

"Okay, let me take a look at..oh stars." Alphys' brows knit together as she looks at the screen, briefly glancing back at the skeleton.

"you're making me nervous, am i dying or something?" A hint of a chuckle is heard in his voice, but also a small amount of anxiety.

"Well, n-no, but..um..okay. Do you remember the concept of Soulmates that we went over?"

"well yeah. everybody has someone compatible for their soul that they can be bound to, and when a perfect match is found the souls are linked automatically. ..what does that have to do with this?" He tilts his head as he leans to the side, shifting his weight onto one of his hands resting on the seat below him.

She shuts the machine down but keeps the results screen up, shuffling about as she talks. "Those..strings that you saw are all soul links. Links connected to your soul." She turns to face him directly, a serious expression on her face. He freezes, eyesockets going wide in shock.

"..you're saying i have connections to every soul fragment in their body?"

"..Yeah, which means..you're soulmates with the entity." She turns the screen around so he can face it, pointing at each individiual string that's connected from his soul to Yours. Various different colors and styles all link right to him, wrapping around his soul and almost trapping it. "S-Somehow, you've..bonded with every soul here. That is why the entity likes you so much."

"how is that even scientifically possible?" He sits up, adjusting his glasses that had begun to slip and getting off of the chair he'd been sitting in to get a closer look. "how did i manage to bond with a bunch of soul shards we found out and about? i mean, it's not unheard of to have multiple soulmates, but this many?"

He turns back to look at you, watching as your melty grin stretches once you've been acknowledged. Well, it would explain the clingy behavior and why you didn't attack him on sight..

"how could i be bound to that many souls? it's impossible, i can't be..it doesn't make sense." He stares off at a desk in a nearby corner, covered in scattered papers and blue prints for various projects, allowing himself to think.

"I-I don't know myself, it should be impossible. But ten- then..after seeing the results..it's definitely possible now. You're bound." She looks out of the window at You, and You break your staring at Sans, focusing on her as your eyes shift back into circular voids, tilting your head in curiosity.

"i don't get it..there has to be some explanation for this. a mistake somewhere, somehow- why would?.." He puts a gloved hand over his teeth, trying to think of some sort of reasoning, something he's not seeing. But what is it? What is the piece of the puzzle he can't seem to place? He turns back to look at you, watching as your eyes shift back to adoring little hearts. He walks over to the glass without a word, standing behind it as you perk up, gently pressing various shifting hand shapes against it with a wide smile.

"Wh-When you find your soulmate..o-or soulmates, in this case..you're bound for a long time, Sans. And..I think you two are gonna be stuck with each other for a long time." She joins his side, looking at You as you lightly hit the glass, wanting to go inside.

"what am i going to do, al?" He lowers his hand, eyes softening as he looks over you. She sighs, putting a hand on his shoulder and waiting for him to turn to look at her. She looks back at you for a moment, before shifting her gaze back to him.

"Well, for now..we just need to keep working and observing it until we can figure out how all this mess works. M-Maybe there's a chance you can detach somehow! Or..figure something else out! Something..something crazy, b-but possible!"

"i guess we'll have to see, huh?" He puts his hands in his lab coat pockets. Alphys removes her hand, walking over to fully shut down the scanning machine and push some of the previous scientist's journals out of the way. He walks over to the door, letting it scan one of his eyelights before exiting. You're on him in mere seconds, clinging to him like a cat to a scratching post. He lets out an uneasy chuckle, still not quite used to this sort of thing.

"hey. i'm back now." He reaches up to pet your rapidly shifting heads, having a bit of a struggle as your heights constantly change. "you okay? ..all of you?" He pauses, hearing something muttered from your mouths and freezing. ..He didn't think you could speak. "hey, i..i couldn't hear, can you say that again? try again."

"Ssss.." You strain yourselves, voices changing between different pitches and having the tone of a whisper. "Saaaans.." A wide smile crosses your faces, pleased at your discovery. He lets out a little amused huff, stepping back a little.

"so you can talk, huh? well.. you're progressing similarly to the others, at least. won't be long before you can say full sentences again. if you keep working at it, that is."

"Saaaans. Saaaans? Saaaans!" Giggles of differing pitches erupt from your mouth as you cling to him again, Alphys shaking her head as she exits the room behind you both.

"They're like a puppy." She smiles, observing your behavior. "Only without the licking and biting part."

"hey, don't jinx it. they might try it." Sans warns, earning a laugh from the lizard as they both begin walking down a long hallway, motion lights activating above as they pass through. They both find themselves staring off into space as they walk quietly, sounds of content coming from you. Alphys simply types away on her phone, probably to Undyne, Sans thinks. All of a sudden, he feels a sharp pain.

"ow-" He looks over to see your forms biting onto his shoulder before he quickly pulls you off, holding you up by the scruff of your melty neck as you let out sounds of discontent. "no biting, that's bad."

Alphys lets out a laugh, barely able to contain herself. "IT ACTUALLY- IT ACTUALLY BIT YOU-" She wheezes, holding her chest. "Oh my stars, I'm gonna pass out!"

"shut up, al." He murmurs as the three of you enter the elevator to go down a floor. It's quiet for a bit before Alphys perks up, putting her phone away.

"You know, I see what you mean about the lack of elevator music now."

"right? it'd make it a lot less creepy, that's for sure. just goin' in here and listening to..i dunno, casual bongos."

"Bongos? Sans, please. I am not playing bongos in here." She puts a hand on her hip.

"don't hate on them, you just can't handle their power." Sans finally puts you down after a hot minute, and you go right back to clinging to his back. "plus it's funny."

"Oh my stars." She pinches her nose in frustration as the doors open, and the two scientists enter the new hallway. Machinery can be heard moving nearby, likely for Mettaton's routine maintenance. As to which Mettaton? They have no idea. But it's one of 'em.

Sans perks up to make some sort of robot joke, but pauses when the sound of something moving in the air vents interrupts the peace. You perk up, heads all turning to find the location of the sound, before detaching from Sans quickly. He holds out an arm in protest, but is unable to stop you as you go to hunt down whatever it may be.

"that's..probably not good." A bead of magic sweat rolls down his skull, Alphys facepalming shortly after.

"Why did you let it go?! C-Come on, we've gotta find it before it hurts one of the other patients or something." Alphys grabs her phone, opening an app so she can see her security cameras, trying to pinpoint your location. Sans follows the trail of goop you left behind, running after it quickly.

"hey! don't go chasing after stuff, get back here! you don't have enough HP to go running into danger right now!" He shouts at the ceiling, hoping you can hear him from wherever you are. The noise in the vents is much louder, the movement of what sounds like multiple figures able to be heard echoing as the chase proceeds on. The sounds finally stop near a keycard locked room, Sans opening it almost immediately upon hearing a loud crash. He pops his head in, turning on the light with a worried look, before letting out a sigh of relief.

You sit in a little goopy, shifting blob as the patient "Endogeny" sniffs you, barking happily at the fact that it's made a friend. You simply remain still as it seems to "sniff" you, despite having no nose on its body whatsoever, before lying down on the ground beside you, various legs and all.

"thank the stars it was just endo. so that's how something kept getting into the dog food, it's been going through the vents." He pops his head out. "al! it's okay, it was just endo!"

"Are you serious? How did a dog that BIG get into the vents?"

"i dunno, but that's what happened. they're fine now, everything's good."

"Thank the stars..they almost gave me a heart attack. Remind me why I'm working down here again?"

"because we've experienced The Horrors and have to live with that for the rest of our lives?"

"Oh yeah. True."

"Sans? Are You In Here? You Didn't Come Home For Your Break, So I Decided To Visit And Ensure You Are Alright!" Papyrus' voice echoes through the hall. Sans somehow pales despite literally being a white skeleton, tensing before shutting the door. Alphys looks at him worriedly.

"papyrus can not know about this situation right now. just let me handle this, watch over them okay?" He rushes away before she can respond, leaving her frozen in place as she slowly looks into the room you're in. You press your faces against the glass abruptly, causing her to scream and jolt backwards, before she regains her composure. You let out a series of distorted laughs as she sighs, putting her hands on her hips.

"A-Alright, you troublemaker. You're gonna have to get used to me one way or another, and if this is how it'll be then so be it."

You grin smugly at her, Endogeny comically rising up behind you so it can look outside too. Such a good dog. Dogs? Something like that.

"okay sans, just act natural, it's your brother. your brother that does not know what you have been doing with human souls and does not know that those souls are your soulmates now. just act..natural." He opens a door, being greeted with the face of his younger brother.

#sleeplessflower's oneshots #amalgaMATE #science sans x reader #gender neutral reader #amalgamate reader #science sans #lilies divider by saradikagraphics #sciencey divider by animated-glitter-graphicsnmore

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avvail-whumps · 2 years

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‘guns for hire’ — behind the mask #1

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synopsis — leo’s life is turned upside down when he sees his boss getting murdered. what’s worse, was that he witnessed the mercenary behind the hit taking off his mask, and saw his face. leo promises not to go to the police with his identity, but the mercenary decides it’s not worth letting him go.

content warnings: minor character death, murder, use of guns, blood, failed escape attempt, manhandling, non-con drugging, slightly intimate whumper

Leo was tired.

Exhaustion lay upon his skin like a disease, weighing the dark circles under his eyes.

It wasn’t unusual for his boss, the CEO of the company, to stay late like this. It also wasn’t unusual that Leo, his secretary, was also forced to stay late alongside him, to do the occasional coffee run and complete any new work he deemed necessary. He knew his boss, Jacob Williams, was capable of surviving the night without him, but insisted on Leo staying too.

A quiet, involuntary sigh slipped past his lips, jabbing the buttons on the coffee machine lazily. It whirred, a steaming black liquid filling the cup.

It was almost three in the morning, and Leo was dying to go home. It was still the weekday, and that meant a bright and early start the next morning. It wasn’t easy to replace a secretary for the day, and his boss was a strict man.

Too strict, and maybe a little cruel, but despite his small frame and height, Leo was a lot studier than he looked.

Wedging the plastic lid on top of the cup, the blond haired man was satisfied with the finished product, swiveling on his heel to return to Jacob’s office. He speculated he would have enough time to complete his tasks before he finished the drink, and mentally prepared to throw himself into his work.

He was severely overworked, and he couldn’t wait to collapse into the comfort of his own bed, wrapped in his blankets.

The thoughts made his eyes droop, watching the elevator doors close.

It was pleasant to stretch his legs and give his weary brain a rest, and a change of scenery always worked well in massaging those tight knots in his brain. The melodic beeping sound cut him from his trance, the automated voice ringing out through his skull, informing him of the number of the top floor. The doors spread open, and Leo stepped out, loosening his tie slightly.

A loud banging noise caught his attention, his head whipping to the left in surprise. The office desks were completely empty, the chairs tucked in and computers switched off. Only the dim ceiling light was left on, as well as that eerie feeling of being alone in a huge building.

Leo’s stomach rolled with dread.

It was only him and Jacob here, and possibly a janitor, if they hadn’t left already. It seemed the sound had come from his boss’ office, the blinds snapped shut and door open a jar. His shoes were muffled against the carpet as he skittishly approached the room, glancing at his own desk on the way. It was exactly how he left it, except…

A frown graced his brows, reaching forward and setting his picture frame right.

It seemed to have fallen over, and he was grateful the glass hadn’t cracked. Was that what made the noise? He stared at the picture of his mother, but turned towards the door in dismissal. Leo was more than happy to finish the day. He gripped the handle, pushing it open slightly. He could hear faint voices, and he froze.

Was Jacob talking to someone on the phone? He couldn’t be. Calls got redirected to Leo automatically. Out of curiosity and respect, he silently nudged the door open further, giving him a better view.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

There was somebody else in the room, dressed up in black and a mask covering his face. He was pointing a gun. He was pointing it directly at Jacob. The man was shaking behind the desk, tears streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably. His lips were quivering, no doubt trying to form words. It was the most emotion the stoic man had ever shown; he looked absolutely terrified.

The masked man seemed to say something, too quiet for Leo’s eavesdropping ears, tilting his gun. Jacob’s eyes widened, shaking his head widely.

Leo heard his voice rise in a pique of panicked desperation. “No, wait, please.”

Then there was a sickening bang, and Leo slapped a hand over his mouth. He suppressed the urge not to let out a horrific scream, watching in horror as Jacob’s body slammed against the cabinet behind him, before dropping to the ground lifelessly. Splatters of blood littered the glass in streaks, pooling onto the carpet by his lifeless body. Nausea stirred in the pit of Leo’s belly, tears pricking at his eyes.

He’d just been shot. Jacob had just been shot.

The secretary’s breath hitched in his throat, panic gripping him. God, was he going to die too?

The masked man’s shoulders heaved with a sigh, before he slid the gun into his belt wrapped around his waist. Those gloved fingers dipped under the fabric of his mask, before slipping it off his head, revealing tousled black hair. He pressed the back of his hand against his forehead wearily.

Leo didn’t see anymore than that. His feet staggered backwards, knocking the coffee cup with the heel of his shoe, causing him to flinch violently. He didn’t remember dropping it, but the black liquid was staining the floor under his feet, specks of steam rising into the air.

He felt a wave of dizziness slam into him, sending him into his desk. He threw his arms out to steady himself, whirling around in terror. He snatched the phone, his fingers barely even finding enough strength to punch in three digits on the black body. He pressed the cold object against his ear, the piercing rings vibrating through his skull. He could hardly keep his breathing under control.

He couldn’t stop replaying that moment, where the gun had gone off, and the bullet had embedded straight through his skull. The blood that followed, the useless slump of his body and the noise it made when he hit the floor. Leo felt tears burn in his eyes.

God, he didn’t want to die. He really didn’t want to die.

The door was pulled open, and Leo whirled around, his heart lodged in his throat. The killer stepped outside, but he instantly halted as his eyes landed on the secretary. A shudder raced down Leo’s spine when a female voice rang in his ear.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

He pressed himself against the desk, the edge digging into his hip so hard, he was sure it would bruise. The words couldn’t leave his lips, clogged in his throat.

The man’s eyes were piercing, slicing straight through him, leaving him paralised to the spot. It felt like he was being stared down by the grim reaper himself. His face was still in clear view. He hadn’t even put the mask back on. Leo’s bottom lip quivered, heart banging against his ribs.

The man blinked, before his brows relaxed, and he slowly reached for his belt. He pulled out the gun, and when the barrel pointed in his direction, Leo almost burst into tears.

“Hello?”

The killer raised a brow, nudging his gun downwards. The command made his stomach sink to his boots. Leo opened his mouth to speak, but the man’s gloved finger thumbed at the metal contraption, and a sharp clicking sound pierced through the air like a bullet. The sound alone spurred Leo into action, fumbling to slam the phone back down into its slot on his desk. A trembling sigh left his lips, feeling a hot tear bead down his cheek.

The man’s lip quirked into a small smirk. “There we go.”

The secretary’s hands were shaking as he lifted them weakly into the air, sticking close to his desk. The mercenary reached up to something on his shoulder, pushing his fingers against it. A loud crackling sound was heard.

“We have a bit of a problem,” he sighed. His voice was smooth, and it was making Leo shiver. “Can you make room for another?”

There was a muffled voice on the other end as Leo’s breathing picked up. Make room for another? What did that mean? The man released the communication device, redirecting his attention straight back to him. Leo’s eyes instantly flickered to the ground, pinching them shut.

“I-I didn’t see your face,” he shakily whispered.

The man scoffed in amusement. “It’s a bit late for that.”

“I won’t tell the cops, I promise! Please!”

“You just called them.” He raised a brow. “How can I trust you?”

Leo dissolved into a series of more tears. It felt like the gun was burning a hole straight through his forehead, unable to stop imagining that small bullet embedding in his brain. He shook his head from side to side. “I promise, I-I promise, please just let me go...”

The mercenary hummed, his eyes lacking any sort of compassion. He head turned aside for a moment, surveying his surrounding with one languid sweep. His heavy boots trailed along the carpet, coaxing Leo from his paranoid state. He cracked open one eye, too afraid any movement would cause the man to shoot him.

He gripped the back of one of the chairs, jerking it out from under the desk. The wheels smoothly rolled across the carpet as he swivelled it towards him, back facing Jacob’s door. His gloved hand patted the top, nudging the gun firmly.

“Sit.”

Leo didn’t need to be told twice. It took him a few horrible seconds to force his legs to move, staggering under his own weight. His fingers dug into the arm of the chair as he lowered himself down, shoulders tense. He half expected to feel the gun on the back of his skull, and a jarring pain before darkness, but the mercenary strode in front of him instead, gun hanging limply from his fingers.

Leo pressed his hands into his lap.

“You’re the secretary, aren’t you?” The man asked, his eyes flickering towards him. His mouth flopped open uselessly, before he quickly nodded his head. The man’s expression tightened.

“You weren’t supposed to be here,” he sighed, nonchalantly rubbing the gun against the side of his head. Maybe with some luck, he might accidentally shoot himself. “I didn’t see you when I disabled the cameras. How annoying. Where were you hiding?”

The gun tipped in his direction. Leo’s breath hitched in panic.

“Getting coffee!” He practically shrieked, pressing his back into the chair. “M-Mr Williams sent me on a coffee run, p-please don’t kill me!”

The mercenary’s eyes landed on the discarded coffee cup on the floor, before sliding back up to Leo’s pale face. He dragged his hand across his forehead, lowering the gun to slide it back into his belt. The secretary let out a trembling breath of relief, like a small weight had lifted off his shoulders.

“This is troublesome,” he groaned softly. “If you’d just stayed at your desk, this would have gone a lot smoother.”

Leo’s eyes widened in horror. The thought of never seeing the attack coming, throat being sliced from the shadows and soiling his own desk with blood. The mercenary seemed to read his thoughts easily.

“No, I wouldn’t have killed you,” he almost chuckled. “Just would’ve put you to sleep for a while. It’s always convenient to have somebody wake up and find the body. You got real unlucky, Mr Secretary; you even saw my face, too.”

He pulled out a bottle of liquid and a syringe from a pouch across his chest. Leo released a terrified sob, jolting in the chair. “No! Please, please don’t! I-I won’t tell, I swear, I won’t tell anybody, please!”

“Back in the seat,” the mercenary warned. Leo rigidly sank back, eyes burning with tears. He watched as the thin needle was pressed into the glass vial, and the plunger was slowly pulled outwards. He watched it fill the syringe, shaking in his boots.

“Please,” he croaked. The man ignored him.

“Like I said,” his voice echoed. “You weren’t supposed to be here tonight. I like to think I’m very thorough with my plans, so I find it odd you were in the right place, right time.”

He paused for a moment, pocketing the now empty vial. “Well, I guess now it would be wrong place, wrong time, huh?”

He took a step forward, and Leo’s heart began rising to his throat. The wheels on the chair stirred under his movement as his legs tensed underneath him. The accusation stabbed straight through his heart, scrambling against the arms of the chair.

“No,” he sobbed, careering backwards. “Don’t touch me!”

“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.”

The chair jerked backwards and when the mercenary was close enough to touch him, he struck him as hard as he could with his leg. He felt his shoe sink into his stomach, successfully knocking the wind out of his lungs. The syringe clattered to the ground, and Leo wheeled backwards, scrambling out of the chair as it smacked abruptly into the wall.

He knew it wouldn’t take long for a man that size to recover. He was stronger, broader and larger than Leo in every way shape and form, and he didn’t doubt he had a horrible chance of escaping from a hitman.

But he tried. Leo was a fast runner.

The adrenaline pumped through his veins in a merciless rush. His shoes were smacking against the hard ground, ricocheting up to his thighs, but he couldn’t care. Couldn’t think.

He reached the doorway and skidded around the corner, slamming into the wall. He leered off it like he had been burnt, using the sturdiness to give himself a firm boost. Just as he was about to begin his descent down the stairs, something firm wrapped around his waist, jerking him back. His feet swept off the ground and a second arm slipped around his neck, pulling him into a hard chest.

Leo let out a terrified scream and thrashed his limbs frantically, desperately, trying to tear free. He felt a gloved hand wind through his hair, yanking his temple painfully against the concrete wall. Leo saw stars burst across his vision as he was shoved violently into the ground, still flailing, still screaming for help.

He felt a burning pain shoot up his shoulder blades, the knee digging painfully into the flesh. His wrists were locked together by a single hand, twisting his arms back at an uncomfortable angle. Another pressed against his mouth, muffling his screams. He heard the mercenary sigh above him.

“Jesus, you’re quick!” He exclaimed, the grip on his wrists bruising. Leo only squirmed desperately, sobbing against his hand. “Did you do track at school? You really covered some ground there.”

The secretary pressed his head into the ground, shaking with fear. The man was far too strong to shake off, and he didn’t think he was going to get another chance for escape. The gloved hand slid from his mouth, and Leo did the only thing he could.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he wailed, dragging his shoes against the ground. “Please let me go! I-I won’t say...anything, just please let me go. I’m begging you!”

“Yeah, you are,” the mercenary shrugged. “But it’s not working.”

He felt a sharp jab in the side of his neck, tearing a pained gasp from his lips. A cold feeling starting spreading through his skin, causing a whimper to catch in his throat.

“No, no, please...” He whispered shakily, but the man wasn’t listening. There was another sharp crackling sound from the man’s shoulder.

“You here? I got another body, I’n gonna need you to—” He stopped, his voice becoming a little sharper. “No, not dead, a live one, you idiot. I can’t climb out the way I came with another person, can you...? Yes, the cameras. Can you get him to do that? No, look, how do you expect me to scale down the building with somebody on my shoulder? Right. Make it quick, there’s a chance the cops could be coming. I’ll...tell you later, get it done.”

Leo’s hearing was starting to go funny. A tingling sensation began building up right in the tips of his fingers, making him feel ridiculously sluggish. It looked like the walls were moving.

His movements quickly began to die down, until he could hardly gather enough strength to move anything at all. A small moan escaped his lips, his eyelids drooping. The mercenary’s weight lifted off him, turning him onto his back.

“That feels better, right? Like you’re floating on cloud nine,” he chuckled, a handsome grin gracing his lips. Leo whined softly as he was scooped off the ground, head rolling against the man’s chest. “Keep flying for a little bit. Just relax.”

So Leo did. He felt a gloved thumb brushing away the tears on his cheek, before his vision was completely consumed in a black mist.

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crownoflillies1 · 10 months

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For Your Pleasure - Part 2: Hidden

Pairing: unnamed male/female

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: A stop on a road trip takes a turn.

Tags: 18+, semi-public sex, light dom, praise, car sex

Why did this state have so many potholes? One could hardly go half a mile without bouncing through six of them. Some were so deep her heart clenched with worry the tire might pop. Her lips mushed into a tight line as they bounced through another one. Under her tight pencil skirt her thighs slid together, shimmying her hips back and forth in the seat. She had to go so bad.

“How much longer?” She tilted her head to glance at him, relaxed in the driver seat.

He didn’t answer right away, pondering how long ago he saw the sign. “I’m not really sure, darling. Maybe 5 minutes? It did say it was 10 miles.”

A strained groan fell from her lips. She cursed herself within her head for not accepting the last rest stop they passed. Just a few minutes longer then she can run into the bathroom. Until then, she resigned herself to rubbing her thighs together.

The rest stop exit crept up on them faster than she expected and a silent thank you went up to whoever watched over this earth. He gently pulled the suv into a space on the side of the building. A small enclosed snack bar full of vending machines butted against the restroom building, hiding them from both other vehicles and the highway. Before he had the car fully in park she was out and running inside.

A small smirk pulled at his lips as she walked back to the suv. While she tended to herself he exited the vehicle and leaned against it, bathing him in the red light of the setting sun. The smirk along with his leaning against the vehicle developed a warm spot in her stomach, spreading deliciously down.

When she came within arms reach he reached out and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her close to his body. He pressed gentle kisses to her cheeks before planting one on her lips.

“You have no idea how good you look in the sunlight.” He said, voice low. Hands roamed down her body cupping the supple flesh of her butt. He hummed low in his throat. “And in a skirt, especially a tight one like this. Why wear a such a tight skirt for a road trip?”

A blaze of heat filled her cheeks. Oh, she knew she was redder than the sunset. “It’s new, I just wanted the excuse to wear it. I couldn’t wait until we went to a nice dinner during our vacation to wear it.”

“Is that right?” Fingers continued to massage her buttocks, riding the tight skirt higher on her frame. Goosebumps washed over her thighs and butt when the skirt rose high enough for a breeze of air to hit her bare cheeks.

“Babe!” She hissed, a grin stretching her lips. A battle over her skirt ensued, him winning. She giggled. Another kiss placated her into allowing him to lead her to the back of the suv. One hand released her and pushed the button for the automatic hatch to open.

“Sit.” He commanded.

“Why-“

“Sit. Your. Ass. Down.” The red sunlight covered his face, adding another layer to his fiery look. She sat. “Good girl.” He snickered. He leaned forward to press his hand to the top of the suv frame and balance his weight. Her own weight rested on her hands splayed behind her.

Warm fingers trailed up the inside of her leg, to her thigh, and finally under her skirt. She gazed down, peering at the outline of his hand in her skirt. Her hips rutted up when he ghosted across her thong covered clit. A smirk formed again on his face.

The thong fabric was thin, perfect for hiding panty lines when wearing the skirt, but also to feel each movement he made. First he brushed his knuckles up and down, up then down. Right where her clit sat, nestled under her thong and between her folds . Her lungs filled with air and released it with a quiet moan.

“You like that?” A nod was all she could muster. His fingers stopped their rubbing. She pouted silently. His middle finger hooked onto her thong and pulled it to the side. The same finger dipped down, parting her folds and sliding into her growing slick. The tip of his finger prodded at her entrance, circling it, coating his finger in her wetness. Once satisfied, he dragged it up in between her folds and encased her clit with his finger, slathering it to move unhindered between his fingers.

Rapid breaths filled the space between them. Small moans and whimpers fell from her parted lips. The sun created a blaze of light which blinded her so she closed her eyelids. She could hear his own breaths increasing while his fingers rolled her clit. Each little tug he made sent delicious waves of heat up her stomach, building into that tight coil of ecstasy.

“Such a pretty girl.” He praised. Oh how that added to that coil! A whine of displeasure rolled in her throat when he pulled away. “Lay back, lift your hips.”

Her self dignity went out the window. She laid back against the floor. It was large enough to give ample room for her to maneuver herself down, and her hips up. His hands pushed at the skirt until it gave way and gathered bunched up at the widest part of her hips. She shivered at the touch of the cool breeze on her exposed body.

He shuffled downward and kneeled on the ground with one knee. Her hips rested on his forearms which snaked under them to keep them lifted. His head lowered just above her clit. Slowly his eyes blinked and he looked up at her. A smile spread wide on his lips.

A sharp inhale of breath broke the tension. The flat surface of his tongue swiped hard on her clit, licking up. He then flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Mercilessly he rolled it around slathering it with spit. He closed his lips around it sucking softly.

“Oh, yes, fuck,” she moaned. The soft back of the floor tousled her hair when she laid back fully. While his lips stayed closed around her clit, his tongue continued to assault it in flicks and rolls. His fingers rubbed circles on her skin above her skirt. With a loud pop he broke free of her. Before she could miss his touch he flattened his tongue against it again. He licked at it like a cat drinking milk.

“God darling, I can’t get enough of you. Look how wet you’re getting. You got dribbles all over the place, and your pretty little clit. Fuck baby I could bite it.” His voice dropped low, mumbling against her as he kissed her wet folds. One arm unwrapped her thigh. He stretched his arm and told hold of her breast.

“You can,” a pathetic whimper escaped her.

“Oh can I? Want me to bite your clit then suck the pain away?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. A pleasure jolt of pain raced through her body. His teeth bit gently into the flesh before releasing it and sucking the pain away into ecstasy. Three times he bit and sucked before he returned his tongue to rolling around it. Each bite added one more tighten to the coil deep in her stomach.

He released her breast only to bring that hand to her slick cunt. A finger slid into her. Only to the first knuckle. The intrusion was enough to tighten that coil almost all the way before breaking.

“Oh don’t stop, suck, suck it. I’m gonna cum. Please I’m so close.” Her hands found his hair and gripped handfuls of it hard. The pace of his sucks increased. His tongue drove harder circles and the tip of his finger massaged the area it occupied.

The coil exploded. White hot pleasure rippled through her body. His hips thrust up in his mouth, gyrating against his tongue and lips desperate to elongate her orgasm. She twitched while coming down from her high. Her hands pulled at his hair trying to tear him off her clit. His licks were too much now and overstimulated her. Thankfully he obeyed.

“Roll over, on your knees, ass up.”

“But someone-,”

“Now baby girl. No one can see us. Even if they could I wouldn’t care. I’m gonna fuck you until you see stars baby girl. On. Your. Knees.”

She knew he was right and rolled over. Her chest pressed into the floor of suv and she arched her ass up. Her eyes closed listening to him undo his pants and shimmy them down his thighs. She jumped when his hand smacked her ass and then the other cheek. He leaned over her, lips close to her ear, his hard cock pressed against her ass.

“You’re such a good girl for me. You want this?”

She nodded.

“Use your words.”

“I want you. Please.”

She didn’t need to say it twice. He leaned back and plunged his cock to the hilt into her. Her slick and cum mixture enough for him to glide in effortlessly. A quiet groan fell from his lips.

“Even after I made you cum on my tongue you’re still so tight. I can’t get enough of your pussy.” He drew back slowly having her feel each inch slide back out before slamming forward again. Over and over he kept this snails pace. Her body ached for more.

“Faster.”

“What was that?” He stilled in her, buried again to the hilt.

“Faster. Fuck me. Please fuck me.” She could hear the smirk on his lips.

“Of course baby girl,” a snap of his hips sent his cock drilling in and out of her. Sounds of wet slaps echoed in the suv. She moaned loud. The delicious sting of him bottoming out washed over her with each thrust.

His hand reached forward and wrapped around her neck. He pulled it back, lifting her head off the floor. Small gasps fell from her each time he thrust forward, pushing her throat into his hand. His other had reached down and yanked at the thong. He twisted his fingers in the thin fabric using it as a handle to pull her hips back into him.

The coil began to tighten again in her stomach. The pull of her thong forced the edge of it to rub against her clit. It sawed back and forth with the rocking motion.

“Such a pretty girl. Such a pretty pussy. Fuck darling you’re addictive.” His words didn’t help the ball and instead tightened it harder. Much to her dismay his thrusts slowed to a halt. He released her neck. Her head dropped back down. With his cock still in her, he repositioned so one knee rested on the step plate of the suv.

The new position allowed his cock to drive deeper. She moaned at the feeling of his tip pressed so hard in her. He spurred her on by making shallow thrusts, rutting his tip back and forth in that deep spot. The now free hand kept busy by smacking her ass until it glowed as red as the setting sun. Impatience took hold of him and soon his hips moved again hammering away. While keeping a hold on her thong he leaned down and over her back.

His panting brushed against her ear. Hot and heavy puffs made some strands of hair sway against her neck. In any other circumstance it would’ve tickled.

Desperate to build that coil deep in her, she rocked her hips back and forth in time with his thrusts. Doing so kept the taut fabric sawing against her clit.

A deep rumble way off in the distance brought her head down out of the clouds a bit. It grew closer and she could hear the semi pulling into a truck spot on the other side of the wall they were fucking behind.

“Isn’t the thrill of getting caught part of the fun?” His voice pulled her back into the heat of their rut. She agreed, the thought of it broke the coil prematurely in her stomach. Even faster she rocked her hips forcing a higher orgasm out of her.

“Fuck!” He growled. She knew she clenched down hard during her orgasm causing a tighter hold on him. He didn’t even need to tell her he was cumming. A few more completely erratic thrusts and he stilled. His hips pressed hard into her ass cheeks. His balls slapped one more time before resting against her slit. Oh how she loved feeling his balls on her. His cock pulsed four times inside her signaling his cum emptied in her.

Still panting he pressed a kiss to her neck right below her ear. With a grunt he slid out and let go of her thong. She looked behind her and his cock glistened in the last shreds of sun and the newly light street lights, coated in her slick and both their cum. She stayed in the same spot watching him pull up his pants. A yelp in shock split the silence when he slapped her bare and red ass cheek.

“We should get going, we have two more hours ahead of us.”

Her thong was sticky and wet so she pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. The tight skirt still bunched up made it easy to hop off the back. He shut the hatch door while she pulled her skirt back into place. Once seated in the car he backed them out and put them back on the highway.

“What’s wrong?” He asked when she sighed.

“I’m getting cum all over my skirt.” She puffed, feeling it slid out of her and drop on the inside of her skirt.

“Good thing the hotel has a laundry room.” She smiled. Yes, it was a good thing. Even if it didn’t, she wouldn’t have changed a thing.

#smut #shamless #i wrote this #fanfic #self insert #x reader #cars

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vorteckpackagingmachinery · 8 months

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5 Essential Features to Look for in a Vacuum Packing Machine

In the world of food preservation and packaging, a vacuum packing machine is a versatile and invaluable tool for businesses and households alike. Choosing the right vacuum packing machine is crucial for ensuring the freshness and longevity of products. Here are five essential features to consider when selecting a vacuum packing machine.

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Beyond the basic functionalities, look for additional features that enhance the versatility of the vacuum packing machine. Features such as the ability to vacuum pack liquids, a pulse function for delicate items, and the option to control the vacuum pressure can provide added flexibility for various packaging needs. Consider your specific requirements and choose a machine that offers the features most relevant to your use case.

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stretchfilmqatar · 1 month

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Traditional or Coreless Stretch Film? Making the Best Choice for Your Business

In the fast-paced world of logistics, manufacturing, and retail, choosing the right packaging materials can make a significant difference in efficiency and cost-effectiveness. One such critical decision involves selecting between traditional stretch film and coreless stretch film. Both options have their pros and cons, and understanding these can help you make an informed choice that benefits your business.

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bleujae · 2 years

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'*•.¸♡ℙ𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜♡¸.•*'

♡ Summary: Jungwon, do you feel the pain now?

♡ Pairing: Jungwon x fem!reader

♡ Genre: fluff

♡ Word count: 2.4K

♡ Warnings: mentions of alcohol (keep in mind that Jungwon and Yua are the age of uni students in the story and in Korea, all uni students are able to drink legally), *let me know if there's anything else I should add ^^*

"Beautiful love, 하늘아래 너와 있다면 숨쉬는것만으로도 좋아"

۵•┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈**.♡. **┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈•۵

Yua let out a muffled scream as she banged her head on her desk and her fingers were tangled into her long black wavy hair. She had final exams coming up and she felt like her head was going to explode. She had a million tabs opened up from all of her lecture notes and her notebooks were filled with the practice problems she had done in class and for homework.

She was currently in an empty house since Jungwon was out with his friends, with her earbuds in both ears, blasting music that would motivate her. She sighed as she stood up from her desk to take a small break. She stretched by raising her hands above her head with her hands clasped together and squeezing her back. She heard a couple of satisfying cracks from her back and proceeded up to her neck, rotating her entire head to relieve tension in her neck.

She put on her fluffy slippers and headed to the kitchen to make herself an iced matcha latte. She started to boil some water while she got out her matcha powder and liquid sweetener and put them into her favorite clear cup. It was a present that Jungwon got her, knowing how much she loves to make her matcha lattes in clear cups to see the pale green color and the ice nicely floating in the drink.

She poured the hot water over her dark green paste to melt the flavors together. She headed towards the fridge to take out the milk. She paused when she could practically Jungwon’s voice in her head.

“You better grab the soy milk. You’re going to complain that your stomach hurts later if you grab the regular milk.” Jungwon scolded, grabbing the milk carton out of her hand.

“Fine.” Yua pouted, grabbing the soy milk instead.

Yua chuckled at the way she could hear Jungwon’s nagging even when he wasn’t home. She set the milk carton back in its original place before grabbing the soymilk and poured it over the powder and syrup. She always loved this part, where the dark green liquid turned light green, one of her favorite colors.

After she placed a couple of ice cubes in the cup with a straw, it was ready to drink. She let out a sigh of content when she took a huge sip. The taste of the bittersweet drink in her mouth gave her a boost.

She happily skipped back to her shared office with Jungwon, feeling like she was in a much better mood now that she had gotten her favorite drink. She plopped back into her comfy office chair and wrapped herself in the navy fluffy blanket around her body as she got back to studying.

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“One matcha latte with pearls. Regular amount of sugar and light ice please.” Jungwon ordered as he got his card ready in his hand so he could swipe on the machine.

“Would that be all?” The cashier asked, giving him a smile. He simply nodded, waiting to swipe his card.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want anything else? Cause I sure would like your number.” The cashier gave him another smile, a flirty one.

Jungwon sighed as he signed his name on the machine and put the pen back. “I would appreciate it if you would continue with your job and make my girlfriend’s drink so I can take it back to her quickly. She’s stressed while studying for exams.” Jungwon smiled triumphantly as the cashier automatically backed off, grumbling about how the cute ones were always taken.

He walked back to the table where his friends were sitting and plopped down. “You ordered another drink?” He turned to see Sunoo peeking at the receipt in the younger male’s hand.

“Mhm. Yua’s studying right now for exams and she’s really stressed.” Jungwon explained.

“Oooh look at what a good boyfriend Jungwon is being.” Heeseung teasingly cooed, making Jungwon’s ears go tomato red.

“Hyung became such a simp.” Riki joined in the teasing making Jungwon’s ear go even more red and hot. “Ew a simp for my twin sister.” Riki added on to the joke while he fake gagged.

“No I’m not.” Jungwon protested, placing his hands over his ears.

“Yah yah.” Stop teasing him.” Jungwon threw Jake a grateful look before Jake spoke up again. “The poor shy boy’s ears are going to burst any minute now.”

“Hyung!” Jungwon whined, feeling totally betrayed by Jake as the rest of the group laughed at the younger boy. “You guys are just jealous you don’t even have a girlfriend to treat this way.”

The rest of the boys, except Jay and Sunghoon, groaned at the younger’s remark, knowing it was true. Jungwon had a smirk, knowing he had won this round.

“Order #492!” Jungwon sprang up from his seat when he heard Yua’s drink order, receiving the drink from the employee. The rest of his friends stood up from their seats, knowing that they were gonna leave after Jungwon had gotten his girlfriend’s drink.

“Did you start the song yet, Jungwon?” Jay asked the 04 liner male, making him shake his head.

“I think I’m going to work on it when Yua has exams. Last time I worked on it when she was home, she got sulky with me.” He answered.

Jungwon definitely learned his lesson when his girlfriend gave him the silent treatment, after practically ignoring her for the entire day. It wasn’t the first time it had happened and while Yua had been extremely patient with him, she also was pretty upset that this wasn’t a first time occurrence. These days, Jungwon tried to work on his songs, either in the company’s studio, or in the shared office when Yua had classes.

“I want to have a movie night at my place, who wants to come along?” Heeseung announced, making a couple of the boys answer his question.

However Jay and Sunghoon both said they couldn’t since they had dates with their girlfriends. Which made the rest of the group turn to Jungwon.

“How about you, Jungwon?” Jake asked.

“I think I might stay home tonight. I kind of want to have a movie night with Yua.” He sheepishly answered, bracing himself for the teasing.

“Oi, now he doesn’t even want to watch a movie with us since he got a girlfriend.” Sunoo dramatically said, wiping his nonexistent tears making Jungwon roll his eyes slightly.

“We’ve barely spent time together for the past three days because she was studying for her exams. Yesterday, she was even out for the whole day because she was at the library with her friends.” Jungwon pouted, making the rest of the boys chuckle.

“Alright, alright. You can just join us next time.” Heeseung said, patting the boy’s back.

And with that, the friend group dispersed, going their own ways.

Jungwon headed back to his shared apartment with Yua. The bag that the boba was in was swinging back and forth as he went back home.

I wonder if she’s done with her studies.

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Yua banged her head against the desk again, feeling a headache coming along just by looking at the study guide her professor gave to her class.

How am I nowhere near done with my studying??

She groaned as she threw her head back, making it hit on the back of her office chair. She rubbed her eyes, feeling them get very tired after her long hours of studying.

As she was about to get out of her chair, she heard the jingle of the door which indicated someone was punching in the numbers to open the door.

“I’m home, love~” She giggled as she heard her boyfriend announce his arrival in a sing-song voice.

“In the office, Wonie.” She called back, soon hearing the skipping footsteps approaching their shared office.

She giggled again when she saw her cute boyfriend poke his head through the door, the dimples deeply prominent on his soft cheeks. “Guess what I got~” Jungwon sang again, as he waved the plastic bag in his hands.

“You got me boba?” Yua gasped in delight, seeing the delicious drink in his hands.

“Sure did.” Jungwon answered, giving her a kiss on her cheek when he approached her desk. He set the drink next to the computer which Yua immediately snatched up and popped the straw in, taking a sip. Her eyes lit up at the taste of her number one boba drink from her favorite spot and she wrapped her arms around the standing boy’s torso after setting her drink down.

“Thank you, Wonie.” She murmured into his sweater, making him pat her head and smile.

“Anything for you, love.” Jungwon chuckled. “Are you almost done with studying?” He leaned down to see what was on her screen. His nose scrunched up at the confusing mess on her computer. “I don’t get how you can do all of this.”

Yua chuckled at her boyfriend’s cuteness. “It’s my major.”

Jungwon shivered. “Still.” That made Yua chuckle again.

“Well, I kinda wanted to have a movie night today. Are you free to do that?” Jungwon offered the girl.

She paused for a bit, thinking if she did have time. “I’ll probably have time after I finish studying for my calculus class.”

“When will that be?” He asked, making her think again.

“I honestly don’t know, love.” She answered him truthfully. “I’ll let you know when I finish.”

Jungwon was satisfied enough with that answer, nodding at her. “Alright!”

Yua gave him a smile before turning back to her computer. Jungwon gave a slight pout as she turned her back on him.

Well might as well start that project now.

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Jungwon was getting restless. Sitting in that chair, in front of his computer with his project open but he didn’t have a clue on what he wanted to create. He knew he had a theme that the company gave him to follow. However he didn’t know what direction he wanted to go.

He leaned back on his chair, letting out a sigh as he looked up at the ceiling. He tore his headphones off and looked over at his girlfriend, who was still focused on her computer and textbooks.

Might as well get snacks for the movie night.

He thought as he stood up from his chair. He put his hoodie back on and a beanie on top of his head before heading out the door and to the convenience store.

It didn’t take him more than thirty minutes to go to the convenience store, get the snacks the couple liked and come back to their shared apartment. He placed the plastic bags on their small counter top where they always ate their meals, and walked back into their office. He peaked back into the office, sighing as he saw his beloved in the same position she was when he left.

He slowly snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her body while putting his chin on top of her head. He buried his face into her neck that was bare from her wearing a loose crop top. He placed a small peck on the base of her neck, sending small shivers down her spine. “When are you finishing, love? I wanna watch the movie with you.”

“I-” Yua cleared her throat. “I’ll probably be done in less than thirty minutes.”

“Can’t you just finish it tomorrow?” Jungwon smirked as he could feel Yua slightly stiffen up at his warm breath going down her neck.

“Be patient, Wonie.” Yua told him, making him pout.

“But I miss you~” Jungwon whined, making Yua laugh at his cuteness.

“I promise I’ll be done in twenty mins. I just need to finish these last two problems.” Yua said to him.

“Fine. You promise right?” Yua nodded at Jungwon’s statement. “Alright then.” Jungwon turned her chair to face him and gave her a light peck on her lips. “That’s for the promise.” He said before giving her another peck. “And that’s the seal.”

He grinned as he backed away from the desk, amused at her red cheeks.

Yua shook her head when her boyfriend exited the room.

“Such a dork.”

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As promised, after twenty minutes, Yua was finally able to stand up from her chair and stretch, feeling all the cracks in her back and neck.

“Aigo.” She sighed as she rotated her head like earlier and as if he had freaking super hearing, Jungwon came bounding into the room.

“You’re done!” He exclaimed, pulling her out of the office and into their living room. Yua could feel herself melting when she got to the living room. Jungwon had already turned on the TV and went to the movie they have been meaning to watch for months now. He had all their favorite snacks and drinks out. He even brought out the wine that Yua always loved to drink and the two clear cups they always used for drinking wine together.

“This is all great, Wonie. Thanks.” Yua said before giving her boyfriend a small peck on his cheek.

“Like I said before, anything for you, my love.” Jungwon responded back. He lighty pulled her to the couch, sitting down first before dragging her down. She sat in between his legs, before snuggling up on his chest. Jungwon got a warm blanket and placed it over both of them before laying back down and wrapping one of his arms around her waist.

He hit play and the couple watched as the movie started to play on the TV.

“Was this payback day for what I did last time?” Jungwon whispered into the girl’s ear as she tried to pour some of the wine into her cup.

“Of course not.” Yua giggled before smiling mischievously. “But now you know how I feel when you’re working on your projects all day.”

He chuckled before giving a light peck on the side of her head. “I’m sorry, love. I don’t know how you did it. It felt like torture.”

She giggled as she brought back to his embrace after placing her wine cup back on the coffee table. She set her head on his chest, where she could hear her boyfriend’s heart beating in a steady pace.

Both of them sighed happily as the rest of the night consisted of giggles, cuddles, and lots and lots of wine.

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#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabbles #enhypen ff #enhypen fluff #enhypen jungwon #jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon ff #jungwon imagines #jungwon drabbles #jungwon scenarios #jungwon fluff

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I'm like spinning that one NPC quote from the new Fontaine Archon quest where Childe still gets convicted of the serial kidnappings even though the actual guy admitted to it and stuff where they say "but who's ever heard of an INNOCENT Fatui Harbinger, it probably convicted him on principal" and how it's the first time the machine and the head justice have EVER been in disagreement.

Like that quote there says all you need to know about how screwed around the Fontaine system is.

Like their nation is ran on mystical energy created by the satisfaction and sense of justice from the public gallery at a court which is held in a THEATER, it is a show meant to be viewed with full attachment to the people and lives at stake - Childe even says there's a DEATH PENALTY- but is instead viewed with a sense of detachment because the people can't seem to truly differentiate anymore between performance for entertainment and justice for entertainment.

I don't know, it's just like, the Nation of JUSTICE wherein facts seemed to be pushed to the wayside in favour of entertainment value. It's ironic?

With Act 1 of the Archon Quest it *is* reasonable for Lyney to have been charged with the murder and kidnapping of that young woman given the evidence - but in an ISOLATED capacity. Instead he's charged with being a serial kidnapper for OVER 20 YEARS! Based on physical appearances (and his story quest where we know 10 years ago he was a CHILD) he would have either not have been born yet or at the youngest a toddler/small child expected to be capable of taking out FULL GROWN WOMEN!! It's illogical!

And the archon quest FOCUSES on the isolated case, but the point remains he was accused of being a serial kidnapper when the easiest point against said accusation is his age, but nobody stopped to THINK about that; the audience were so wrapped up in how they thought the isolated would tie into the overarching that they STOPPED thinking.

Similarly with Childe; multiple NPC's mention how his status as a harbinger automatically makes him guilty. And yes, over the course of the game it is very clear that he is a criminal in foreign lands, a war criminal in the closest way he could be in Tyvat after the Osial incident I'm sure - but as far as we can see he's working in the Northland bank in Fontaine.

Which while the same position as Liyue, I doubt he's allowed himself to be played this way twice. No doubt he's stationed there to help/acquire the gnosis but I'd think it's a stretch to say he's done anything in Fontaine to immediately be assumed as guilty of a 2 decade old case other than being there and without his vision/ more than likely was accused of assault by the goons he beats up when we meet him again.

He's a scapegoat of convinence.

What annoys me about his accusation and the hypocrisy of the people of Fontaine as well with his criminal prosecution is that he has NO legal counsel or help at all.

In act 1 we're assured people can *choose* to represent themselves OR can have counsel like we provide to Lyney and Lynette, and that they are ensured a FAIR and JUST trial!!

But in act 2, Childe EXPLICITLY states that he doesn't *understand* how the court system works, that NOBODY has explained to him WHY he's on trial or even really what crimes he's actually being charged with. He's just aware he gets to fight! And keeps trying to just accept the charges to GET his fight, but the point remains!

The nation of JUSTICE did not explain their system to a foreign citizen who they put on trial, didn't provide him with the basic information with which to defend himself and then allowed him to be used as entertainment unable to do anything but fall back on the 1 way he knew to avoid punishment to escape the situation until someone else stepped in!

And then he's still convicted by the machine of a crime he did not commit. Because of a bias? Because the machine is rigged and this is all part of some elaborate plan to help steal the gnosis? Who knows. But it's just the whole 'nation of JUSTICE' truly falling apart under the slightest of observations from the inside of their system.

#genshin impact #fontaine spoilers

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Room to Contain This Joy

Happy Tuesday! Have a soft Neo/Trinity ficlet. Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42760962 They hold hands and wind their way down the series of catwalks and stairs that lead away from their apartment. Sometimes the path is narrow and one of them has to lead, but they never let go. There’s always a hand reaching back between them. That warmth of connection has always been vital. Before, it sparked a passion at the newness and the rightness of them, together. Now it is a way to ground themselves in the present, a reminder that they are right here, and that is a gift both simple and profound. It’s dark out but every apartment has a soft light outside the door. Under their free arms they each carry a bundle of blankets and pillows. It feels slightly illicit to have swiped them off their bed and carried them out the door, into the night. As they navigate the paths down to ground level, they stumble together and apart in a giddy way, feeling young again. “Neo, where are we going?” Trinity finally asks after they’ve been walking at ground level for fifteen minutes. He looks back and smiles. Trying for mysterious but probably failing. Catching sight of the crinkle of lines beside her eyes when she smiles in response, he gives up the act and grins. He squeezes her hand and says, “Not much farther.”

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Earlier, they had been lazily stretched out in bed, Trinity on her back and Neo pressed against her side with an arm and leg wrapped around her. He kissed her cheek, her temple, her jawline, the shell of her ear, and nibbled her earlobe.

Then he opened his eyes to watch her. With her eyes closed and her breathing steady, she looked so relaxed. His heart thudded against his ribs, searching for more room to contain his joy. He wanted to do something grand to show her, to make sure she felt his love and gratitude.

“Trinity,” he whispered in her ear.

“Mmm?” she said sleepily. Her eyes fluttered and so did his heart.

“Did you know there are little synthients here who light up like fireflies in the night?”

“What?” she turned to him with that skeptical look, her one eyebrow raised, her mouth a thin line.

That look sent him back to being newly freed on the Nebuchadnezzar, finding The Trinity watching him, and he became weak with longing. “Can I show you?” he breathed. “Please?”

She nodded with a secret smile and he got chills.

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Now, laying on their blankets, out under the biosky, her head on Neo’s shoulder, she sees that it’s true: dozens of soft little lights wink on and off in the air around them.

She gasps at the magic of it. Neo hums with pleasure and tightens his arm around her.

“It’s so beautiful,” she says, filled with awe that they get to have this.

It feels like a warm summer night in the Matrix. The air is always balmy underground, and especially humid near the green zones. There is a soft buzzing like bees or cicadas. That’s probably synthients too, working on the crops. It’s hard for her not to think “machines” first, and she can’t avoid tensing her muscles at that name.

How long will it take her to change her automatic response to what used to be a constant threat?

Neo shifts and pulls one of the blankets up over both of them. He kisses her cheek. They settle back together, as close as possible given their old bones.

She looks up at the clouds ghosting over the biosky, letting her vision relax until the firefly bots show up as soft glowing spots at the edges of her vision. She feels Neo’s ribs rising and falling against her. She breathes with him. It’s easier than she thought to let go of the worry.

They will adjust, like they always have. It might even be easier now that they’re older and less rash.

She turns on her side to face Neo. His face is so relaxed, looking up at the sky. But in turning to face her, she discovers that he can look even more content, his eyes wide and brimming with feeling. It almost makes her want to cry.

She scrubs her fingers over the little bit of hair on his scalp. He closes his eyes and leans in.

She kisses him and he kisses her back and it’s the sweetest thing, laying here on the actual ground with nowhere else to be. She thinks she could get used to it.

#neo x trinity #the Matrix #the matrix resurrections #snuggling #fluff #the matrix fic #ficlet

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