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neoplatinum · 2 months

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we meet again | huh 'jennifer' yunjin

summary: yunjin and reader go on their non-refundable anniversary trip...as exes

pairing: ex gf!yunjin x ex!reader

themes: exes to lovers, miscommunication, discussions of needs, angst, fluff, suggestive-ish, paris!, sprinkles of humor here and there

wc: 4.5k

you stare into your cup of coffee as you wait for your plane to be ready to take off, the warm coffee is a nice contrast from the coldness you can feel from the woman next to you: your ex of four months yunjin.

she's been all frowny and defensive ever since you picked her up for the trip. her huffing and puffing and crossed arms and legs as she looks away from you.

you haven't spoken to her in months until you got an email that the trip you planned for your anniversary with yunjin sent a reminder email. you cursed your old self for setting up an auto-email service to notify her of the trip too.

then she texted you:

jennifer huh (ex): did you plan an anniversary trip for us?

you call her immediately, knowing you have to explain what happened.

"hi jen, and yes i did plan this as an anniversary trip." you begin rubbing your forehead as you try and weasel your way out of this awkward conversation.

"okay...it says here it's non-refundable." yunjin has always been quick at reading between the lines and you practically prayed for her to miss that portion.

"ah yes, well it is non-refundable." you fiddle around with a stress ball as she talks.

"so are we going?" yunjin cuts you off.

"what?" you sputter out, the stress ball that's been in your hand turning being smashed as small as possible. you begin pacing back and forth and even end up stubbing your toe. "fuck!"

"are you okay?" yunjin stops in the middle of her explanation when you curse through the phone. you mutter a quick yes and she continues, "well its my ticket, and i want to go. were you planning on going with anyone else?" yunjin goes silent.

"well no, maybe my sister but you would still have to transfer the ticket." you explain and sit back down, damn that pinky toe hurts so much.

"so it is my ticket." yunjin continues and you nod through the phone, "okay, i am going then." you groan out loud and yunjin begins calling you dramatic.

"whatever yunjin, i'll pick you up for the airport, i'll talk to you later."

leading to you both now sitting by the airport benches, both of your luggage separating you by a seat. all around you are families or couples headed for paris, when all you can think about is how soon this will be over.

yunjin is sporting her long leather jacket and her newly dyed red hair, which if you were being honest scared you when you first saw her. now all you can do is stare at how well it works for her, even near cursing her for still making your heartbeat after dumping you.

"stupid red." you mutter to yourself as you swirl your cup.

"what was that?" yunjin takes off one side of her headphones and leans into you.

"oh, just nice red hair." she nods at that and turns back to her music, plugging her headphones in. you scoff at the audacity of her. with that you turn back to watching planes, and hope that this three day trip ends quickly.

you're settling into your seat and ready to plug your earbuds in for this flight when you notice the couple next to you giggling loudly while cuddling each other, rolling your eyes at them two.

the girl looks at you and yunjin who has taken the window seat, "are you guys going to paris for your honeymoon?" she asks you while the guy nods excitedly at you.

"uhh, no we're not." you let out a nervous chuckle as the two begin going on a long conversation (very one-sided by the way) about how in love they are, and how they're going to paris for their honeymoon/anniversary. all you can do is sheepishly smile along and hope their monologue ends soon (it doesn't). yunjin chuckles next to you and you kick her subtly to get her to stop.

while you suffer through the long monologue of how they met, how many cats they raise and even drama about their friends, yunjin finds it hilarious yet sad, because honestly, you two could've been that couple, had you two not broken up.

-- day 1

"gosh! they talked my ear off, you know i downloaded like five different movies and a bunch of playlists for that flight, only to not watch a SINGLE movie." you begin venting about the couple to which yunjin finds amusing and pokes fun at you.

"that's on you for not knowing how to exit a conversation." she smiles as you both get a cab to the hotel.

once you've placed your luggage into the trunk and set off, you continue, "listen, i've always been horrible at exiting those situations, didn't help that they were both so enthusiastic."

"i know, it's how i got your number, remember?" yunjin says and you stop for a second, thinking about the first time you met. It was at a concert where she was next to you, talking your ear off about how much she loved the artist. she came alone because none of her friends listened to the artist. you, being the kind soul you were, let her talk to you through the whole concert, even letting her talk through your favorite song.

"yeah, i guess so." you turn away from yunjin in the cab, with the rest of the ride turning quiet.

"roses on the bed, and a single king bed?" yunjin questions as you enter the hotel suite. you begin to heat up, remembering how you specifically requested rose petals in the shape of a heart and champagne in an ice bath, along with towels folded into swans facing each other and kissing. god, the things you do when you're in love.

"ah! well, it was for our anniversary so i made a special request." you say really hoping she couldn't hear you.

"well, i'm glad i came, now that i can see this, i can make fun of you for being so cheesy," she says as she grabs the champagne from the metal bucket. "damn, champagne's expensive too. how much did you spend on this trip?"

she pops the champagne cork and starts pouring the golden liquid into two champagne flutes. passing one of the flutes to you.

"too much, had to dip into my savings," you say as you think about the credit card bill, a full body shiver running up your spine just at the thought.

she laughs and smiles at you, "well, consider me lucky."

you cough and try not to think about how different this trip would've been had you two not separated.

"i'm going to go wash up." yunjin puts her flute down and starts digging through her suitcase. you nod settle into one of the armchairs and turn on the hotel tv.

the shower turns on and with that you try to quiet your heart, constantly reassuring yourself that you will get through this trip and be able to be back at home away from an ex you're still in love with.

"what did i get myself into?" you groan and close your eyes, letting the sleep overtake you.

"hey...hey wake up." yunjin gently shakes your arm as you wake up from your nap. you groan and mumble incoherent thoughts.

"how long have i been asleep?" the grogginess is still settling into your bones, you open your eyes to the sight of yunjin wearing more casual clothes but still looking effortlessly beautiful with her wavy red hair and adorable glasses perched on her nose.

"long enough, i'm hungry, let's get dinner." she says and you nod, feeling the hunger from not eating on the plane and immediately falling asleep in the hotel.

outside, the sun has started to set, people are chatting and bright lights are adorning the streets. people are lively and there's even buskers playing violin and guitars, enticing the people to spare a few coins for their astounding performance.

you trail behind yunjin, watching the way she absorbs into the parisian night, with her film camera in hand and a smile adorning her face. it makes you yearn, yearn for another universe where you're hers once more. but to also yearn for answers of why she dumped you all those months ago.

"let's go in this one." she turns around and you're snapped out of your thoughts, she points at the restaurant and you follow her in. the smell of delicious food and the warm atmosphere is making you more hungry.

"right this way." your server brings you to your booth. and you seat yourself in front of yunjin, honestly something you haven't done in so long, that it's like you're falling in love all over again. the warm yellow lamp hanging over the booth makes her skin glow, and not to mention just her in general has your knees weak.

instead of staring at her like a fool, you try to focus on the menu in front of you. it works well because after a few glances at the mostly french menu, you're beyond confused with what to order. eyebrows furrowing and biting your nails at the french words.

"are you ready to order?" the waiter stands before you and before you can get out a word asking what these dishes are yunjin is quickly ordering her dinner in french and you sit there anxious.

"and for you?" the waiter turns to you.

"uh, this one?" you point at the menu and show him, he nods taking quick note of the orders before leaving.

you're back to the awkwardness of not having a menu in front of you to distract you from the beauty that is yunjin.

"so....how are you doing? dating anyone?" you start, trying to break the ice. you fiddle with your thumbs and avoid her gaze as she processes the questions you have thrown at her.

"are you kidding me? that's how you are going to start the conversation?" she scoffs at your lame attempt at having a serious conversation.

"what? i think those are reasonable questions." you mumble to yourself, feeling embarrassed you start drinking the water next to you.

"fine. i am doing fine and no, i am not dating anyone." she crosses her arms and glares at you from across the table.

"cool cool...." you trail off, trying to watch other people and feeling a little giddy when yunjin said she wasn't dating anyone.

the waiter returns with a basket of bread and butter, also refilling water cups and smiling at you both before leaving quickly. it doesn't go unnoticed that he keeps eyeing yunjin and smiling at her throughout the interaction.

"what about you?" yunjin starts with a slice of bread in her mouth.

"oh me, no not dating anymore, of course not." you let the words tumble out of your mouth, forgetting how you are trying to keep your walls up around yunjin.

"what do you mean by 'of course not'?" she questions as she spreads more butter onto her baguette.

you also grab a slice of bread and start smearing it with butter, thinking of ways to exit this topic as smoothly as possible, "just you know...not there."

she nods and you can see that she wants to prod more into why, but the waiter shows up with both your dishes in hand.

"for you madam," he places her beef bourguignon in front of her. meanwhile placing your seafood pasta in front of you. "and for you."

"shit..." you mumble as you stare at your dish, yunjin sighs but lets out an amused smile at the sight.

"of course you managed to order a seafood dish because you didn't understand french." she laughs at you, and all you can do is feel even more embarrassed from how this trip is going. "let's switch."

yunjin trades plates with you, your heart warms when she remembers your seafood allergy. you thank her sheepishly and begin digging into your dish. "jen! this is delicious!" you exclaim with a piece of beef in your mouth.

she smiles at you warmly and takes a quick photo of you, making your cheeks warm at the sentiment, remembering her habit of taking photos of you when she found you cute.

the waiter returns this time, but you look at him confused because you haven't ordered anything else.

"hello madam," he starts while leaning on the booth by yunjin's side, showing off his pearly white smile and trying to be suave, "how are you enjoying paris?"

"it's lovely here, thank you for asking." yunjin starts, you can only watch as the two engage in conversation, making you more and more quiet as time passes.

they speak about parisian culture and even share a few phrases in french that you definitely could not understand. you end up only focusing on your dish until he leaves much later. yunjin looks back at you and is confused by the switch in your demeanor.

yunjin goes quiet at the sight of you so down, so she also begins quietly eating her (your) seafood pasta, and as the time dwindles to the end. the waiter returns with the bill and a napkin that he slips to yunjin, it doesn't take a genius to understand what he gave her.

you huff angrily as you pay for the dinner. and yunjin follows you out of the restaurant and disposes of the napkin in front of you. she turns to you with her hand open and waiting for yours. you take it as you both stroll down the streets of paris with full bellies and a noticeably happier mood.

-- day 2

yunjin has managed to convince you (you really don't know how) to go and get caricatures of the both of you for "memories". you groaned at the idea, but there you sat in the small ratty chair in front of the french artist, and waited for this quick drawing. after a few quick minutes, the artist hands you the drawing, showcasing a funny imagery of yunjin stomping your head to the ground as your relationship.

"hey! you can't draw that!" you exclaim as you go over the painting, you can't lie though, the guy was talented.

yunjin just laughs and drops euros into his hand before dragging you away from the chairs. "don't take it too seriously, it's just a drawing." she takes the drawing from your hands before stuffing it into her purse and folding her arms with yours.

"so, what should we do today?" she says to steer you away from thinking about the drawing.

"well actually, i had an itinerary ready for this trip," fishing your phone out of your pocket, you begin listing places that you wanted to take yunjin to. "the louvre?"

she stops her feets and her jaw drops and you can see her happiness just overflowing.

"yes yes yes! you know me too well, lifelong dream to see the mona lisa." she says and you smile, remembering that's why you put it on your itinerary, and soon you're flagging down a cab to head to the louvre.

god, you're never getting over her at this point. you try not to dwell on that thought and instead let things come as they are.

she's busy capturing photos of the mona lisa and other pieces, while you are capturing memories of her in your mind. taking slow steps behind her as she reads through the description of each piece that intrigues her.

she's gorgeous in her dark green leather coat, red hair flowing down her back with her trusty film camera looped around her wrist. she looks like she belongs in an art museum and you're left wondering if you can ask the art curators to put a picture of her as a piece.

once you reach the end of the museum, you begin to realize there really hasn't been any piece that has intrigued you to look at, even when yunjin was admiring the mona lisa, all you could focus on were her gorgeous eyes.

that day, you hope that you can always make her happy, even if she no longer is yours.

"of course we have to go to see the eiffel tower, i don't care that it's cheesy and cliche, we HAVE to go." she explains to you as she's touching up her makeup again. the two of you returned to the hotel after a long day of exploring local attractions, but now yunjin is explaining that you two definitely need to go despite how tired you are.

while she goes on and on about the importance of a paris trip including eiffel tower pictures, you try to keep your eyes open. the warmth of the jacket that you still have on, swallowing you.

"okay okay, we should go." you get up and start rubbing at your eyes, even letting out loud yawns as you put on your shoes. yunjin finally takes a look at you and starts to feel bad for pushing you to do so much today.

"you look tired, we can go another time?" she starts, feeling embarrassed.

you grab a hold of the wall as you tuck the back of the shoe over your sock, "not at all, let's go!"

you look tired, eyes lower than usual. with a stretch and a neck crack, you look more energized and ready to take on the night.

"let's go!" you exclaim, opening your palm for her to hold onto. she can only smile and think about how sweet it is that you are trying to do activities that she wants to do.

"okay, let's go." she responds, your hand wraps around hers tightly as you both get out of the car and walk through the crowd to get closer to the eiffel tower.

while yunjin stares at the little lights adorning the eiffel tower, sparkling like the stars in the sky, you try and take discreet photos of her. thinking about how you are basically in an alternate universe that exists only you and yunjin, and soon reality will return with you alone and single. these photos will remain to remind you that this trip wasn't a dream, what little you have to cling onto.

she's enjoying the night breeze and the liveliness of the people around her, but you're focused on her. she's also capturing photos of the eiffel tower but taking time to snap photos of the people around her. until her camera lands on you, snapping a photo of you, taking a photo of her.

then you both move away from your cameras and look at each other, and time feels like it stops when you both just admire each other. her eyes become glossy and tears are flowing down her cheek.

you make a quick dash to hug her, holding her tightly. you feel her lay her head on your shoulder and you can feel her body wrack into yours, with quiet sobs and she wraps around you like she'll lose you too.

it feels like the world is crashing around you two, with her grabbing onto your jacket and pinching it so hard. you start rubbing her hair in the motion that you know will bring her comfort, as it has done many times before.

you must've been there for a long time, because people are looking at you two in sympathy, a traveling florist even hands you a free rose to cheer you up. you immediately slip the rose into her pocket. and she stops hugging onto you to see the rose in her breast pocket. she smiles a little, and with a shaky voice, "let's go back to the hotel please."

you nod and hold her hand as you two take the long way back. her hand is still very much holding onto yours tightly. and by the time that you two are back in the room, she drops onto the bed and taps the be urging you to join.

you slip off your shoes and jacket and settle on the bed, facing yunjin. she twirls the rose between her fingers and finally looks at you.

"do you know why i broke up with you?" she whispers, and your body has frozen up, yunjin kept the break up very simple. a single 'let's break up.' over coffee and then she left.

"i don't." you whisper back.

"do you want to know?" she whispers back.

"yes, i really do." you sit up and watch her thinking for a while.

"i broke up with you because i didn't feel like you loved me anymore. whenever we hung out it never felt like you cared anymore, you were even inconsiderate at times and i think, no, i believed that you fell out of love with me."

you nod, but each word cracks your heart a little more, thinking about how wrong each word feels. it simply wasn't true, you never stopped loving her and the guilt of making her feel this way makes you want to vomit.

"this whole trip, i feel like i saw the old you again, the you that fell in love with me and showered me with attention." she continues her monologue and breathes harder at the emotions that were being kept at bay. "earlier, when you were taking photos of me and i caught you, it was exactly like our first date, it hurt so bad..." and by now she's sobbing and you're sobbing and it's all just a big mess.

"it hurts so bad that now i know you never fell out of love with me. that i made a mistake by breaking up with you and we've been months apart when we could've had this happy anniversary together." she continues with tears in her eyes and she's holding you close. alternating between crying and talking.

you take in the words openly, understanding the position that you've put her in and how hurt she was by your lack of attention. you can't even deny it either, those last weeks before the breakup felt like a rift between the two of you, neither knowing how to go forward. with yunjin making the final and unfortunate decision of dumping you.

"jen, you mean everything to me, and i'm so beyond sorry if it feels as if i never prioritized you." you are also trembling in her hold as she listens to you, nodding to your words every so often. "i never and mean never fell out of love with you. i'm sorry that it took a vacation to figure this out too."

she stops completely and holds your face in her hands as she completely dives herself into a passionate kiss. searing her lips against yours and pushing you into the bed more.

"you're mine." yunjin speaks in between kisses.

"yours." you move your hands into her hair and pull her close, bodies molding into one as the night goes on.

-- day 3

three quick knocks disturb you from your sleep, you rub your eyes and open them to the harsh rays of the windows.

"cleaning service!" you could hear outside the room, and you examine yourself. naked as ever and clothes all sprawled around, yunjin dead asleep on the other side of the bed.

"shit!" you run to the closet and grab a bathrobe and quickly tie it around yourself as you rush to the door. finally giving one glance at the bird's nest of hair, you pat down the hair as much as you can before opening the door slightly.

"hi! um, we don't need cleaning right now, maybe later?" you ask worriedly, the lady eyes your bathrobe and your hair and gives a smirk before walking away to the next room. you cringe at the idea that she knows exactly what you have been up to and close the door quickly.

"phew." you are relieved that they didn't walk into you and yunjin butt naked for cleaning service. meanwhile, yunjin has approached you from behind and wrapped her arms around you.

"hi, come back to bed." she pulls at your robe and pulls you towards her.

"oh okay..."you're confused but let her pull you back to bed. cuddling with her feels nice and reminds you of the days you spent lounging in each other's place.

"jen! i cannot believe you!" you stand on the far end away from her, backing yourself into a corner.

"what? i didn't do anything wrong." she stalks towards you with a devious smile as she watches you examine yourself in the mirror.

"you mauled my neck!" you exclaim as you claw at your neck looking left and right at the damage she's done. yunjin rather looks proud of her handiwork and instead pulls you onto her lap.

"okay no need to be a big baby about it, let me touch it up." she pulls out her concealer and starts going to town on the many hickeys she's left littered across your neck.

you huff and complain while yunjin lets you drone on while applying concealer until you're satisfied. she doesn't mention the new marks she's dug into your back, quite happy that only she can see them.

you both set out for a much chiller day outside, leisurely walking in parks and chatting while enjoying the parisian weather. you reach a quiet spot in the park, pulling out a blanket and your picnic basket.

yunjin doesn't comment on the humongous scarf that you have wrapped around your neck, but it does make her laugh a bit to see it.

you two are enjoying the nice breeze, when you hear smacking sounds nearby. looking around, you don't spot anything unusual until you notice a couple practically eating each other's mouths off. a closer look and you realize you recognize the two as the couple from the plane into paris.

you immediately turn your head to yunjin, "pss, the couple from the plane is at my six."

she quickly whips her head around and lo and behold the couple is still loudly eating each other's faces off. she laughs at the sight before capturing your lips with hers. "we should beat them."

"jen noooooo." you groan and turn away from her, uninterested at the idea of attracting their attention. she simply laughs and continues to enjoy the picnic. the rest of the trip goes well, often sharing little tidbits of your lives in the past couple months without each other.

after enjoying your "anniversary" trip in paris, you both get ready to go home. holding hands and kissing through the cab ride, plane ride and even through baggage claim.

you spot your sister out front of the pick-up terminal with a big sign "welcome back lovers!" you groan at the sign, of course she would show up with a poster plastering you and yunjin's photos to pick you up.

"she knows we're back together?" yunjin comments in confusion.

"i didn't even tell her, she just kept saying she knew we would get back together when the trip was over." you hold yunjin's luggage as your sister tackles yunjin into a hug, spilling about how much she missed her.

"i'm here too you know...your actual sister." your sister simply swats you away and enthusiastically asks about your trip to yunjin.

you drive off with yunjin's hand in yours and a warm smile as yunjin talks about the trip to your sister.

a/n: i apologize if there's any inaccuracies about paris, i've never been 😭 this post was inspired by a fic i read a longggg time ago. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

#huh yunjin #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x you #jennifer huh #le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim yunjin #yunjin #yunjin x reader #yunjin x you #neoplatinum

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wonjns · 2 years

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finish — p.js drabble

♡ park jongseong x gn!reader // suggestive

“finish your work, baby” jay whispered into your neck, his lips ghosting your skin.

your eyes were closed in concentration, but definitely not on the draft of words in front of you. your focus was on the warm presence that loomed behind you over your desk chair, and the smooth hands that ran up and down your arms.

jay had been sitting in your room watching you work for quite some time. your peripherals picked up how wide his legs spread on your bed. it was painful,, for you.

you’d been typing away at the sea of text on the cursed screen in front of you for a week, and your neglected boyfriend just wanted to..... help.

although your attention was diverted to his thick thighs teasing you from across the room every 5 minutes, they were also serving as motivation. jay may have been teasing you with his lingering touches and kisses, but he refused to let you touch him until you finished your tasks.

all you could think of was finally completing the document and plopping yourself on jay’s lap, right above the growing bulge between his legs, and allowing yourself to drown between his lips. you could already feel how his tongue would work you and drag along the grooves of your body as reward for your hard work.

currently that very bulge you were fantasizing over was pressed into your back as you sat at your desk, him massaging your shoulders a little too sensually. guess seeing you struggle to focus was turning him on more than expected.

“i-im trying.” you sigh out, your fingers making so many typos even auto correct couldn’t save you.

jay leaned down to whisper just against your neck - so close, but not making contact. one of his hands snaked under the front of your jeans and placed his still hand on your core before offering you a low “try harder, love.”

he began slightly rubbing you while landing an open mouthed kiss on your weakest spot, and all you wanted to do was turn around and smash your lips on his. your instincts were begging you to just plunge your tongue into his cavern to suck the deliciously teasing tone right out of his smug mouth, and to hear him moan from it. oh how badly you wanted that right now.

but right when you showed any signs of movement, he completely released any contact on your body, strutting back to the bed. his legs returned to their brazenly spread position, the tent in his pants only growing more and calling your name.

you sighed desperately before tearing your eyes away, attempting to correct your typos while your hands shook. this man was going to be the end of you.

a/n: lskdjjdhd literally just wrote this in my uber after seeing this reblog from @hee-pster ,,, i need a teasing jay to get me to finish my drafts too so i can just sit in his lap 😩💨

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noobsomeexagerjunk · 11 months

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Aypiere and Quackity are talking!

Around 30-40 minutes in Aypierre's stream; some significant points:

Quackity is cleaning up the airplane debris and plans to build a structure there (a Mexican or a French one)

Aypierre suggests a replica of the Arc de Triomphe to fill in the space in the wall

Aypierre hands Quackity shit, to his delight

The two discuss the potentiality of Aypierre being a candidate

Quackity says he wants to hold back for the event

Aypierre believes he and the rest of the French members will be competitive about it

Quackity gives some reminders about the delivery of the manual

Quackity and Aypierre have some cultural exchanges. The constant protesting in France is real. They compare French and Mexican drinking behavior.

They begin talking about America and some cultural observations they have with it. Aypierre finds America very friendly.

Aypierre mentions his streaming schedule and kids! This reminded Quackity of dealing with Luzu's own schedule.

Quackity talked about a culture shock moment in Spain regarding the auto-ticketing of cars. He then proceeds to rant about America's car culture.

"Los Angeles is nothing like the movies,"

Quackity reminisces of his childhood visits to San Francisco

(Dang Aypierre has been to America that many times???)

Quackity proposes they go drinking together at some point

Quackity praises California weather

The two discuss being able to speak English for travel + the implications of accents

Quackity starts ranting about LA traffic

Quackity is shocked learn that one can take a 2 hour train ride from France to London

Quackity asks Aypierre to compare London to Paris—Aypierre thinks British girls are prettier but French food is better

They discuss American food. There are some good stuff but they note how processed it can be.

Quackity reminisces about Mexican food upon being asked about it by Aypierre

The two build dick statues out black wool (?) and white quartz (?)

Aypierre places down the Make Love, Not War picture he has, baffling Quackity

Quackity shows Aypierre pictures of his places/houses in the server

Aypierre has placed down an image of himself cooking

Quackity shows Aypierre a picture of his younger self

They discuss Andorra—Quackity shows Aypierre a picture of himself in Andorra

They are discussing towns with silly names, like Montcuq

Quackity is straight up showing Aypierre cursed pictures of himself

B O O B S

Aypierre dropped down a picture of beef (and I am now hungry it is almost my dinner time)

Quackity accidently poked his eye IRL

Quackity admits to having a phobia of airplane bathrooms

He drew in paint to help explain why

asskiss

Quackity, during a first class flight, held in his shit for 13 hours due to his fear of airplane bathrooms

"It was like an orgasm?" "Better than an orgasm!"

Quackity talks about roadtrip stopovers

Bad whispers to Aypierre if he could place a warp in his factory. Aypierre said yes!

(Quackity you gotta help unravel the biases Aypierre has gotten about Mexico my man just assumed kids do coke in the bathroom during recess) <- Quackity does this

(Yikes Q-man people take pictures in the bathroom like that???)

They are now talking about vulnerability in the act of defecation

Quackity starts praising toilets in Amsterdam

Between me and Quackity, one of us is wrong when it comes to pronouncing "bidet"

Eyy squatting toilets! (I encountered one of those during a trip to Beijing and I hated them so much god)

More is happening right now but I gotta stop liveblogging (Quackity is showing a picture of tacos!)

#qsmp #qsmp liveblogging #quackity #aypierre

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ladylilithprime · 3 months

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Someone Who Will Always Know

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Pre-slash Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General to Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Jimmy and Castiel Used To Be One Person, Autistic Castiel, High-Masking Autistic Jimmy, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Gabriel Uses His Powers For Good

Summary: There once was a boy named John Constantine Novak. That boy no longer exists, as he became twins.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 4: Learn

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MEMORY WAS A tenuous thing. Unless you were "blessed" with an eidetic memory, which honestly sounded more like a curse, you really couldn't remember everything. Even the memories you did have could be changed, sometimes through magic but more commonly through simple auto-suggestion. If you told someone something over and over, pretty soon they would start to believe it, such as old stories about changeling children becoming more commonly known after the Magical Revelation at the turn of the millennium that had practically eclipsed the whole Y2K thing with the computer programming bug.

Magic was the reason that almost no one remembered that a boy named John Constantine Novak used to exist. Almost no one, that is, except for the four people who were there the night it happened. Charlene Novak neé Shurley had been told those stories of changelings, the ones that described the children who acted odd, who stared too much or couldn't meet your eyes, who counted grains and hummed strange tunes no one else knew. Scientific studies had determined that such behaviors related to the perfectly human condition of autism, a type of neurodivergence that was slowly becoming more understood. When the Revelation happened, when it became obvious that not only were magical beings like faeries real but that they lived among humanity? Many of those old stories got brought up again, including in the mind of Charlene who was already starting to notice certain oddities about her only son.

Magic was an old story to Charlene as a child, being of Irish Catholic stock and having grown up hearing the old legends of the Fair Folk, but magical reality was new and terrifying. She feared confronting an actual faerie to demand her real son back, feared her own inability to navigate the treachery such a creature could weave around her if they could steal her son without her notice and leave this strange, inhuman child in her little boy's place. Prayer was easier, and surely if faeries and vampires and werewolves and other demonic creatures were real, then angels must also be real and capable of answering the prayer of a faithful Catholic woman who only wanted to save her child?

In the dead of night, in the nearly empty church after evening mass had long since concluded, her prayer was answered... but not in the way she had expected. The angel who came to her, golden and shining with wings spread wide to cast their shadows on the walls of the church, looked upon her tearful, pleading face as she begged for him to "destroy the evil changeling creature and give me back my real, normal son" with no warmth. When he spoke, his voice echoed with the rumble of thunder and the flare of a thousand horns.

"You ask this of me out of ignorance and fear," he intoned. "You will now be tested. Behold."

Light formed and swirled upon the altar before there appeared a child in the likeness of her son (or his changeling doppelganger) dressed in his pajamas as if taken from his bed. The air grew thick and heavy as the light spread to encompass the boy, then faded to reveal two children, two perfectly identical four-year-old boys wearing identical pajamas and looking at her with identical wide blue eyes.

"Mama?" the two boys spoke in unison. Charlene gasped, her hands going to her mouth. The angel gestured to the boys with one glowing hand.

"Choose," he said. "If you can tell which of these boys is your real son, I will destroy the other and you will take the one you chose home with you."

The words were harsh, and they clearly frightened both boys, who reached out to clutch at each other in fear, looking between the angel and Charlene with eyes filled with tears. And Charlene... she searched both children, desperately trying to tell them apart, to tell which one was really her son... and couldn't.

She dropped to her knees and wept for that realization, and wept even harder when she felt two sets of small arms going around her in a hug.

"Justice is done," the angel spoke again, his voice subdued though still echoing with power. "As Heaven is not without mercy, I give your son his mirror, that he shall live and grow always having someone who will love and understand him as he is, even when others who should do so cannot."

That night, the boy known as John Constantine Novak ceased to exist. Charlene suffered her husband's anger at what she had done, but refused to choose between the boys and insisted that they had twins. Unable to tell them apart even so much as one from the other when dressed alike, she simply renamed them as John Castiel and James Constantine Novak and told herself it was better this way. She said it to the rest of her family, and her husband's family, and the neighbors, and even the local judge. And she said it to herself, quietly and often, until she could pretend that she really had given birth to twins, and quickly shut down anyone who suggested that one of her sons might be a changeling.

As the twins grew, they diverged further apart into two separate people with different personalities, likes and dislikes, and different expressions of autistic symptoms. They could always understand each other, developed their own methods of communicating in touch and soft hums. With such common names as "John" and "James", the two quickly settled on the nicknames of "Cas" and "Jimmy" to be called when they entered school. Cas had more difficulty with social interaction and picking up on social cues, but Jimmy was always able to explain it to him. Jimmy was better at masking his own difficulties so long as Cas was nearby, but quickly became overwhelmed without his brother. They both had different preferences for stimming, Jimmy preferring to tap or stroke his fingers along a familiar texture while Cas preferred to fiddle with or twist something small. One of their friends gave Cas a fidget ring, a simple band of metal that could spin around in its cradle where it sat on a finger, and while Cas loved the spinning he couldn't stand the feeling of the ring constricting his flesh which led to Jimmy wearing it for Cas instead.

And always, always, the quickest way for either one of them to calm down and regain their equilibrium was in each other's arms. From that very first moment in the empty church that neither of them would ever forget through into their burgeoning adulthood, the Novak brothers were each other's primary touchstone. Two halves of a whole, it was frequently said in joking tones, unaware of how true those words really were and how much they made Jimmy and Cas cling to each other all the more. It made dating difficult, even more so than the challenges of trying to navigate attempts at romance when just identifying social cues tended to stress them out. Realizing that neither of them was particularly interested in dating girls only helped a little bit, in that they could claim being gay as why they "ignored" whenever a girl was flirting with one of them. Figuring out the rest, their mother wearily assured them, would just take time.

And then they heard about Lighthouse CommodiTeas, a cafe owned and operated by a faerie sorcerer with powerful magic and a talent for using magical ingredients to make the drinks. Their mother had been diligent about shutting down talk of changelings since that night, but it was still a niggling little concern that sent them to the cafe's door, and then into the apartment above the cafe after hours to talk. Not only did Cas and Jimmy gained the reassurance that they had never been a changeling in the first place, but also that the magic that had split them apart was long gone and could not be undone. A bargain had been struck for a spell to ensure that no one beyond the people who were in the church that night would even remember that they had ever been only one person, to be paid with covering shifts at the cafe for three days. That in turn had led to them both being hired on full time when it became clear to the faerie, who went by the name "Sam", that they really didn't mind moving permanently to the little coastal New Jersey town and staying on.

Three months later and frequent after work visits plus the occasional babysitting of Sam's adopted son Jack, and both Jimmy and Cas were completely and awkwardly smitten with their faerie boss and equally clueless about how to deal with it. It was a question that Jimmy found himself pondering during a rare moment when he was alone at the front of the cafe, Cas in the kitchen with his baking wizardry while Sam and Charlie, the other barista, were in the back office going over the cafe's finances in preparation for tax filing season.

The door chimes jingled, and Jimmy shook off his thoughts in order to attend to the newly arrived customer. "Welcome to Lighthouse CommodiTeas; what can I get started for you?"

"A large Trickster Special and two of whichever cookie's coming out of the oven next, please," the man said with a friendly smile. "Didn't think a faerie would risk serving food to humans."

"All the baked goods are made by my brother, actually," Jimmy explained with a wry smile. "While he uses magical ingredients sometimes in the recipes, we're both human so there's no risk, just reward."

"Your brother, huh?" the man hummed, looking up at Jimmy with thoughtful golden eyes. "Both of you work here, then?"

"Sure do," Jimmy nodded. "I guess some siblings might not enjoy spending so much time together even after becoming adults and leaving home, but it works for us."

"You're both happy then?" the man asked, pinning Jimmy with that golden gaze with an intensity that sent a familiar shiver up Jimmy's spine.

"Yes, sir," he murmured, left thumb curling in toward his palm to press against the band of Cas's fidget ring. "You don't have to worry about us. Ma learned her lesson, and our boss helped make it stick."

"Good," the angel murmured with a faint smile. "I'm glad. How much for the drink and cookies?"

"Uh--" Jimmy hurriedly punched in the individual prices to ring up the total. "Ten-fifty, sir. Er... can I get a name for the order?" It was a longshot, especially when the customer knew he was in a faerie cafe, but Jimmy had been up front about being human and he hadn't specifically asked the angel for his name--

"Gabriel," the angel - Archangel - said, smiling up at Jimmy with a touch of humor glinting in his eyes. "They call me Gabriel."

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #jimmy novak #castiel #gabriel #urban fantasy au #sastimmy

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wicked-jade · 1 year

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It’s a very simple fic idea: Werewolf!Johnny Lawrence. Maybe it’s set TKK-era and he’s extra mean because he has supernatural hormones in addition to his normal ones, or for Lawrusso flair, he’s battling his instincts to court Daniel. Maybe it’s Cobra Kai and Miguel wanders upon a big dog… that’s actually his sensei, and the two have to hide it. I’m not picky, I just love the idea of it

Werewolf!Johnny has a special place in my heart, so I love your suggestions! It's the second one that really caught my eye, though. I feel like there are already some really great TKK-era fics with teen wolf Johnny. But older, grizzled, lone wolf Johnny? Now that I can work with!

I'm imagining basically a rewrite of S1, E1. Down on his luck, scruffy Johnny. He's got no pack, no money, no food in his fridge, and oops! Now he doesn't even have a job. And on top of everything, he's still really hungover and forgot it's the night of the full moon.

He's at the mini mart trying to buy a slice of pizza when he starts to feel it. He rushes out and barely gets around back by the dumpsters before he starts to shift. (Maybe Lynn witnesses this, but everyone thinks she's crazy, so of course no one believes her.) And as soon as he changes, that's when he hears it: that annoying new kid from his apartment complex, being picked on and shoved into his precious Firebird. Cue werewolf Johnny coming to the rescue and scaring the literal piss out of Kyler and Co.

As the cherry on top of his shit sundae of a day, Johnny gets sedated and hauled off by animal control. Lucky (or unlucky) for him, this isn't the first time this has happened, so after he wakes up, he manages to escape without getting caught in human form, steal some clothes, and make his way back to Reseda Heights.

By this point, Johnny is exhausted and just wants to curl up in his bed and pretend yesterday didn't happen. But when he gets home, he sees Miguel out front again. This time, he's with his mom, a pretty lady in scrubs who is fussing over a deep, ugly scratch on the boy's arm, as he excitedly tells her all about the giant, shaggy dog that saved him from some bullies.

Carmen ushers him inside to take a better look at the wound and clean it up. Johnny, meanwhile, is panicking as he realizes the implications. He didn't realize Miguel had accidently gotten scratched when he lunged at Kyler and Brucks. The kid is going to turn. Johnny's been very careful about never biting or scratching anyone in the past, and now he's accidentally cursed Miguel to this existence, and oh shit, now he's responsible for him.

(Meanwhile, somewhere in North Hills, poor Robby is already genetically cursed to this existence, but Johnny isn't thinking about that responsibility, as usual.)

I haven't really worked out the rest of it yet. I figure some of it plays out like the show - Johnny gets wasted to try and forget his troubles, the Firebird gets wrecked and hauled to LaRusso Auto, etc. He ends up training Miguel, both in karate and how to be a werewolf, and reluctantly finds himself leading his own little pack of weirdos. How Daniel ends up finding out about the whole werewolf thing is still up in the air. I'm still turning this idea round in my head, and this rotisserie chicken isn't fully cooked yet, lol.

Thank you again for the suggestion/prompt! 💖 Guess another WIP is going on the pile! 😂

#writing prompts #johnny lawrence #miguel diaz #cobra kai #another wip #*long suffering sigh*#can't resist the lure of werewolf johnny though

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triflesandparsnips · 1 year

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MADE SOME NEW TROUBLE FOR US ALL

If you go to this site

http://www.tinyurl.com/omfg-ofmd-meta-bingo

you can get to the new, the shiny, the still-needs-work-but-fuck-it-let's-ball:

now you may be asking

what the heckity heck is this

well 1. The "Random Card" link on the site will take you to a spreadsheet that will auto-generate random bingo cards from, as of today, a startling 717 unique square options

I'll tell you right now, refreshing that spreadsheet is like eating potato chips, holy shit.

2. The "Make Your Own" link, on the other hand, will let you lovingly craft your own card using, again those SEVEN-HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN options

3. or! you can fill in your own squares

4. and you can choose your center square AND header image because god forbid I not be absolutely extra

5. Clicking the "Generate Discourse" will pop up a link to your pretty pretty bingo card:

6. Hit Ctrl+P to print to PDF or print to, uh, your printer-- and then do the whole thing over again if you like, as many times as you want. GO NUTS.

7. For instance, consider! With the ability to choose your squares or fill in your own, you can not only make a card of your Real Sincere Theories for the second season, you can also go full feral and make some truly blessed/cursed cards, like this All Gay Romance All The Time variant:

or you could commit this felony, a Darkest Timeline variant:

or, to be honest, you could probably just fuck around a wee bit and create a wonky-looking drinking game:

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL

8. The site also features, on the sidebar...

... so. much. data. The help docs have a running list of the squares available, the development log is for anyone who wants to see my madness up close and personal, and the feedback form is clearly a mistake waiting to happen.

SO YES. Enjoy! Send me suggestions, send me errors to fix, keep an eye out for updates, and post your cards because I WANT TO SEE YOUR META FEELS.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd bingo #ofmd meta bingo #bingo generator #fandom bingo #no shame just spreadsheets #...lol #can we hit 1000 options before the second season drops #I believe in us

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ofthestcrs · 1 year

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“Ani, please. It’s my retirement party! It’s exciting and worth celebrating!” Shmi pleaded with her son over the phone. He held the device to his ear between his cheek and his shoulder blade as he typed away on his computer. He was busy, but he never ignored his mother’s calls. He wasn’t ever going to let his mother feel like she was alone in this world and perhaps that was a detriment to him right now. It’s not that he’s not happy for her. He is. She’s one of the most hardworking people he knows and she deserves to retire and go to the islands and drink pina coladas if that’s what her heart desires. What bothers him is the fact that she works for his ex, Toby, and coming to this party is practically a guarantee that he will see him.

“I don’t know, Ma. I could just take you out for dinner or lunch at a later date. Just us.” Anakin suggested, sending the email he was working on with a sigh before closing his laptop. “Wouldn’t you like that better than some office party?”

“I’d like for my son to come support me.” Shmi stood firm in her choice as Anakin took the phone against his palm and leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet up on his desk. In the years since the breakup, Anakin had started his own auto shop business. It was doing quite well and he was thoroughly proud of himself. Plus, burying himself in work made it easy for him to forget that he was still alone.

“Alright. I’ll bite.” Anakin said as the other hand moved to pinch the bridge of his nose. “But I’m only going to stay for an hour at most, okay? And we can do the dinner or lunch thing too. My schedule is just … considerably packed right now.” He knows that his workers would be more than happy to help him, but he’s not one to ask people to do things he deems above their pay grade so he often did a hefty portion of the auto mechanic work.

“Thank you. I’ll send you the details via text, alright? Love you, honey! Bye-bye!” Shmi said and Anakin made a sound of agreement and then the line went dead. Anakin tossed the phone onto his desk and buried his face in his hands. Great. This is just fucking great. He thought to himself.

The night of the party came faster than he’d expected and he’d lost track of time. He’d gotten a text from his mother asking his whereabouts as he was working on his last car. He cursed to himself and went to wash his hands of oil as best he could before responding back that he was on his way. Damn. He didn’t even have time to shower and get dressed. If he did happen upon Toby, he definitely wasn’t going to be looking his Sundays best. He tried not to think about that though as his grip on the steering wheel of his car was bone-knuckle white.

He arrived with a sense of dread. The looks he got due to his attire made him roll his eyes. Sure he was wearing a jumpsuit covered in car oil, the top of it hanging off his hips to reveal a white t-shirt with just as much oil and a hole at the armpit, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t supposed to be here. Luckily, his mother was waiting for him nearby the door and met up with him the moment she saw him, pulling him inside.

“Oh, Ani! I’m so glad you made it!” Shmi hugged him before pulling away, giving him a sniff, “You forgot and came straight from work didn’t you?” She seemed disappointed, making Anakin pout as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to look as presentable as possible.

“How could you tell?” He asked sarcastically, but his mother just rolled her eyes and pulled him further inside, taking him over to the bar to get a complimentary drink. He’d leaned his muscular forearms onto the bar as he waited, his mother chatting up his ear but her words were background noise intermingling with the jazz band playing not too far off. His gaze went to the other side of the bar where he caught sight of a familiar face. Shit. He looked away.

“Are you even listening to me?” Shmi questioned as he was handed his drink, which he took but didn’t dare sip less he got liquid courage and fuck up the whole night with his feelings.

“Yes, of course.” Anakin mumbled before looking up at the ceiling once as if saying a silent prayer. This was going to be a long hour.

@invcntions

#invcntions #i told you it was long ;_; and yours doesn't have to match obviously but i missed these two!#{ Anakin Skywalker ; Modern Verse ;; }

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lilyvandersteen · 1 year

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Home Away From Home Chapter 3: A Helping Hand

Chapter summary:

Kurt and Blaine meet again at Hummel's Tires and Lube, and later on at Scandals. Sebastian takes his scumbag behaviour up another notch.

Many thanks to my beta @hkvoyage!

You can also read this story on AO3.

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Chapter 3: A Helping Hand

“Inspector Hummel?”

Kurt, who’d been showing his father’s new employee Spencer the ropes, and who found himself half under a car at the moment, was so startled that he banged his head into the car and cursed.

He knew that voice. That was Anderson, he was sure of it.

Kurt had expected to see Anderson again, obviously.

He’d put the biweekly inspections on his schedule, and he’d been pleasantly surprised to receive a spreadsheet from Anderson with the planning for all the work that had to be done.

He’d been happy to hear through the grapevine that Anderson was not cutting corners. He had hired tradesmen with good reputations, he chose quality materials and he seemed just as concerned about the safety and comfort of his guests as Kurt was.

It seemed like Artie’s optimism had been justified, so Kurt was looking forward to seeing the hotel again, and having Anderson proudly show him all the improvements that had been made.

Only, this wasn’t the Lima Quality Inn, nor was it a scheduled meeting, so Kurt felt at a disadvantage.

Why did the guy have to turn up at his dad’s auto shop just when Kurt was there, looking a mess in dirty overalls, with oily hands and with hair that probably resembled a rat’s nest by now?

Kurt suppressed a sigh and rolled out from under the car, handing the spanner to Spencer and telling him to carry on as Kurt had shown him.

Then he turned to his new client.

“Anderson. How can I help you?”

He’d probably get a scolding from his dad for being so gruff to a client, but seriously, the guy was unabashedly gaping at Kurt, which made him feel more than a little self-conscious.

Two guys joined Anderson, and one of them, who was tall and blond, elbowed him. “Getting new material for your spank bank, Blaine? Better pick your jaw up from the floor, or Mr. Sexy here will think you’re as stupid as you look right now.”

Anderson shut his mouth with a snap. The tips of his ears flamed red, and he looked down.

Feeling embarrassed too? Well, that made Kurt feel better at once.

He had no idea if Blondie was right about Anderson being turned on by Kurt’s scruffiness, but he liked the suggestion.

He leaned against the car he’d been working on, grinning at how flustered Anderson was, and admiring the beauty of his lashes.

It took Anderson a while to collect himself, and when he started explaining what he needed Kurt’s help with, he was so incoherent that his friends had to take over.

“I… um… The car… The tires… One of them…”

Blondie sighed. “Ugh, Blaine, you’re impossible when you get a crush. Seriously, get a grip!”

Anderson shot his friend a glare, but it didn’t have the slightest effect. Kurt suppressed a smirk and focussed on Blondie, who was prattling on a mile a minute.

“Anyway, Blaine called us here to go look at some buildings together, so we drove down, but five miles from here, the tire pressure light started blinking. So I guess there’s a problem with one of the tires. Don’t know which one, though.”

Some buildings?

“Are you thinking of buying another hotel?” Kurt asked Anderson as he accompanied him and his friends to their car.

Blaine frowned. “What? Oh! No… No. It’s… Something else my brother bought. Abandoned factory buildings. 500 acres. I have to decide what to do with them.”

Kurt whistled low. “Wow. If that’s where I think it is, better take a bodyguard with you. The squatters living there won’t like being ousted, and they’re tough guys.”

Anderson’s eyes went wide.

“Tell you what,” Kurt continued, “I’ll call Puck and Jake, and ask if they can go with you. They know a few of those squatters. They can help you out.”

“Puck? The handyman?” Anderson asked.

“Oh, you know him? So much the better. Jake’s his brother. Well, half-brother.”

Anderson nodded. “Okay. Thanks, I’ll give Puck a call straight away.”

He sent Kurt a shy smile, then dropped his eyes again, whipped his phone out and strode off.

“He’s got it bad,” Blondie said conversationally. “Why did he call you Inspector? Is that a BDSM thing?”

Kurt whipped his head around to look at Blondie. He was pretty sure his mouth had fallen open and his eyes were bulging out of their sockets, but really, who on earth would mention stuff like that in a casual conversation with a total stranger?

“Jeff!” the other guy hissed.

“What?”

Kurt, who’d been so taken aback that he hadn’t known what to say, now snorted at Jeff’s innocent, what-on-earth-did-I-do-wrong expression, and got a blinding grin in return.

“I like you,” said Jeff. “You’re not as much of an asshole as you seemed at first.”

His friend face-palmed and groaned.

Jeff quirked an eyebrow. “What? Hot Inspector Guy here isn’t offended, are you?”

Kurt grinned at him and shook his head.

Jeff clapped his friend on the shoulder. “See? Relax, Nick!”

Then he turned to Kurt again. “You’re all right in my book. Blaine has crushed on worse people. Tell you what, you fix my tires and I’ll give you my personal stamp of approval.”

Now Kurt laughed outright.

Jeff grinned again and held out his hand to shake. “Deal?”

Kurt shook hands. “Deal. Though I’m not dating Anderson, for the record. And he called me Inspector Hummel because that’s my job. I’m a hotel inspector.”

He gestured at the cars surrounding them. “This is just me helping my dad out.”

Barely an hour later, the car had two new tires, and Puck and Jake had turned up to accompany Anderson and his friends to the industrial buildings.

As they drove off, Kurt found himself wondering what on earth Anderson planned to do with that area. He had to have something in mind already. But what?

K&B

That night, he headed to Scandals in the hopes of finding someone he could hook up with.

He’d told Jeff the truth. He wasn’t involved with Anderson. They’d never so much as shook hands, even. But Kurt couldn’t deny that he was interested.

Everything about Anderson drew him in. His smile. His butterscotch eyes with those long come-hither lashes. His compact but perfectly proportioned body. The way he dressed like he came straight out of a 1950s sitcom.

Kurt caught himself humming the I Love Lucy theme song and smiling, and cursed.

He couldn’t give in to this. He couldn’t!

He was an inspector, with all the duties and responsibilities that entailed, and he had to keep a proper distance from the hotel managers he had to deal with.

Even when they were young and attractive and charming, and had a smile that made his stomach flutter.

That was why Kurt was looking for some relief. If he was lucky, he’d find some random guy at Scandals to let off steam with, so that he would stop thinking about Anderson in ways that were completely inappropriate.

And Jeff hadn’t helped matters by putting the seed in Kurt’s head for a few spicier scenarios than he’d pictured Anderson and himself in so far.

Anderson would look so good kneeling with his head bowed and his hands behind his back. Or better yet, with his hands bound to the headboard of Kurt’s bed and a blindfold over his eyes, naked and strung out, waiting and wanting.

Kurt felt a stirring in his groin and groaned. No. No, no, no. He had to get Anderson out of his head. And the quicker the better.

He drove onto Scandals’ parking lot and strode toward the bar with a scowl on his face. This had to work. It had to.

I have to conquer this.

He headed straight for the barman and ordered a beer. Then, he sat down on a bar stool and let his eyes rove the room.

All he saw at first glance were the regulars, who were always to be found here on Saturday night. There seemed to be quite a crowd on the dance floor, though, so maybe he’d find someone new there.

All right, then, dancing it is, as soon as I’ve finished my beer.

On the dance floor, he let all the stress from the work week flow out of him and just moved to the music for a while, his eyes closed and a smile playing on his lips. Ah, that felt good!

Occasionally, he felt another body move against his. Sometimes, that was purely accidental, he was sure, and sometimes, it felt purposeful, someone grinding up on him. Each time, he fluidly slid away from the contact, without so much as opening his eyes. He wasn’t quite ready for his hook-up yet. Moreover, HE wanted to choose the right person, not fall in with someone else’s wishes.

When the music changed from pop to rave, he left the dance floor and ordered another drink.

However, he didn’t get round to drinking it, because at that very moment, he saw a guy dragging another, who seemed drugged or half-asleep, off to the men’s room.

“Oh, no, you won’t,” he hissed, and he stalked after them both, his fury only intensifying when he noticed the one pulling the other along was Smythe.

He blocked Smythe from entering the men’s room and yelled at him, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Well, well, if it isn’t Inspector Stick-up-His-Ass,” Smythe slurred. “Inspecting lavatories now, are you?”

“Let that guy go!” Kurt ordered. “What did you do, slip something into his drink?”

Smythe shrugged, his smirk growing sharky. “And what if I did? He’s got the perkiest ass I’ve seen in years, and I want in it.”

Kurt’s wrath boiled over, and before he knew it, he’d punched Smythe in the face. The guy toppled backwards, the back of his head hitting the wall, and he slumped onto the floor, unconscious.

Kurt’s attention shifted to the drugged guy Smythe had brought along, who, Kurt now saw, was none other than Anderson, dressed in an ugly black and mustard yellow outfit.

Anderson leaned against the wall, his eyes half-lidded, staring blankly ahead.

Kurt waved a hand in front of Anderson’s face, trying to get his attention.

It took a while for Anderson’s eyes to focus on him, and even then, he seemed to look through Kurt rather than at him.

“Anderson? Are you all right?”

Anderson didn’t say a word.

“Did you come here with your friends? Jeff and Nick?”

“Jeff,” Anderson parroted. “Wanna dance.”

“Okay… Let’s go back to the dance floor and find Jeff.”

“Jeff,” said Anderson again, dreamily, but he made no move to follow Kurt.

“Come along now,” Kurt told him, holding out his hand for Anderson to take. “Let’s go to Jeff.”

Anderson looked at him with wide eyes. “Jeff.”

Kurt grabbed Anderson’s hand, gently tugging him back to the dance floor, where he found Jeff and Nick and explained to them what had happened.

They thanked him for coming to Anderson’s rescue, and quickly left the bar holding Anderson between them.

Kurt watched them go, sighed and went to settle his tab. Time for him to go home, too.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine prompt reverse bang #enemies to lovers #artist: justgleekout

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scroll-of-thought · 2 years

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Do you have any ideas or tips for someone looking to curse a specific person, more specifically, a pro-lifer? You know the type, the extremist, sexist, misogynistic ones?

I have a lot of ideas that would strictly answer the question for you, anon, but they would involve casualties and the people in their lives being caught in the cross fire. And morally, I'm not about innocent bloodshed, even if it's effective. Instead we won't look at fixing them with a lesson, and focus on stopping their bullshit specifically.

My more mild suggestions, start with a binding spell to take away any power they have when spreading damage by being all those things. Tie of a representation of them, a picture, a poppet, a petition, anything that represents them, and while doing so, state with conviction that they have no more power over you or others, they can no longer do harm, and they are bound to that reality.

Take away their voice with another spell. Make a poppet or effigy of them, and when you make it, put strings in the throat. When you want to silence them, rip those vocal cords right out.

Make them small and insignificant. Write their name or a sigil of their name on a piece of paper, wide and flat. Rip of the corners around their name to make them smaller and smaller. Fold them up on themself, smaller and smaller and smaller. Hammer a nail through it to keep that little folded pellet small and burn it to tiny little ashes, and then throw it all in the trash where they belong.

There's a bunch of stuff you can do, but for most effective curses you're going to need a taglock. Something of theirs, like an object, hair, whatever, but a picture of them will work fine, and so will a sigil made of their name, or just their name alone. In the examples above, you're going to want to incorporate the taglock into whatever the sympathetic target of the curse is.

Other than that, if the goal is damage, feel free to throw literally any curse you can find or think up at them. Put them in a jar with blades and nails, freeze them behind the ice cube trays, inflict illness of mind, body and soul.

I'll give my mandatory disclaimer here: Curses are a form of violence. They're easy violence because you don't have to cut up your knuckles, there's little chance of retaliation if you do it right, and the pain can be perpetuated longer than any beating. If this person is the kind of person you'd happily break the knees of, if you could get away with it, than by all means, fuck'em up. Just remember that it's an easy form of violence, and try not to get too comfortable with it.

It's also good practice to build in terms, conditions, clauses, and kill switches into your curses. So if the conditions of the target change, the curse will auto stop, or potentially auto get worse, and you can break it effortlessly if needed.

Anyway, hopefully that helps. If there's anything else you need to know, just ask. For now, I have to go to bed.

#anon #anon ask #ask #spellcraft #curses

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blueparadis · 2 years

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❝Detonating Desires ❞

+themes : erotica, romance

+cw : mature language , established relationship, afab-reader, mention of alcohol,power-play, description of sub-dom dynamics, blow-job, mild exhibitionism, slight nipple-play,bdsm themes, f-oral, m-oral,f to m & m to f-receiving,use of pet names,usage of mommy, bodyworship, aftercare. pairing : switch inui x switch-afab!reader

+wc : 1.5kish

+type : oneshot | navigation links .

+notes : this is for Reader's in charge collab hosted by @smfics . Umm, well.... Nothing much to say but I hope you enjoy reading like I did while writing <3

synopsis: Your handsome alluring boyfriend, Inui is so busy with his friends that he barely noticed how you dressed up so pretty just for him. It's unlike you to ask for his attention knowing that fact that he's all yours yet your heart craves nothing more but for his tender touch, for his vivid submission.

You were seated beside inui , dressed in bodycon scarlet gown hair tied in messy bun while Inui was wearing pitch black suit, yours favorite, with a white rose tucked in his patch pocket. Just before leaving for the Pah-Chin's marriage ceremony, you tucked it in and the other in your hair.

Even though some eyes were fixated on you, enjoying your breathtaking beauty your boyfriend didn't even praised you once since you came here. "Woah! The color really suits you. you look amazing", was what Draken said but Inui wasn't least bit bothered which actually made you think he is probably used to it, to your beauty, to your charms ; after all it belongs all to him, only to him and none other. And the thought alone : of not being his apple of his eye detonated your desires to devour him down.

Your dominant hand extended towards the food bowl while the other rested lightly on his thigh. In the very next moment, his emerald orbs fell upon you while his jaw clenched; "Did i catch you off-guard, Sei?", you asked followed by a lick on your bottom lip as you noticed how he relaxed his jaw slightly parting his lips, eyes engrossed in your naughty nudge.

You leaned forward infront of him to serve the food and his gaze followed you like a globe. Seishu, whose non-dominant hand was busy in swirling the champagne suggested how relaxed he was. His other hand that was placed on the head rest of the chair providing greater access for your deed has now shifted on your back— that had nothing , just a lacy membrane. He tapped a trail with his set of fingers and said, "Not really. I was actually waiting!" Little had those words came out of his mouth he left the seat, dashing out of the reception hall.

You didn't expect him to admit it so easily and hence you excused everyone to provide him proper aid. You were headed towards the men's washroom but a hand scooped you like a feather pulling you into a secluded room.

"You scared me , Seishu!" , you spoke with a huge exhale sinking in his touch as he pushed the door turning on the auto lock. He leaned for a kiss but you stopped him placing your placid index finger on his wet lips. "Umm ! what's this ? my boy is so bold today" His eye blinked as he hitched under your gentle grip on his growing bulge.

And now you're on your knees, unzipping his trousers. The trousers dropped on the floor along with the belt while you shot him one look; he had the perfect face:

cherried-cheeks along with restless pupils unable to maintain the eye contact. A smirked laced your painted lips as you took out his swollen cock and started to pump before finally licking the reddened tip.The veins were already prominent and with your occasional pumps accompanied with slow licks along the sides made him whimper. His hands that rested on the wooden desk made it move a little as he threw back his head, eyes rolling white , teeth exploiting the bottom lip harshly.

You finally took his throbbing member into your mouth sucking slowly, sensually, gaining a series of pants as the tip hit your deep end of the throat. "Oh fuck", he cursed and immediately covered his mouth observing your pause.

"Should i make it fast, umm? my baby-boy?", you asked running your fingers along his naked thighs while precum laced the tip of his member. He wasn't in his answerable form as you looked up to him. Maybe you should have stopped but his messy features begged nothing more. A few strokes with a broad suck and he came right away.

He swallowed his embarrassment this time , noticing the dripping cum at the corner of your lips and he clicked his tongue. He doesn't like to make his mommy work for himself. He thought he would jerk off quickly and join the jolly ceremony again. But you followed him right away : how can he ever ignore his woman!

In a flash, he cupped your face pulling you into a sloppy kiss, lips fighting against each other, hands wrapping, roaming all over the ignited skin.

"you didnt have to do that for me mommy", he spoke breaking the kiss. He squeezed your ass-cheeks gaining a chuckle from you. he licked his lips and continued,"i'll be your good little boy"

"everyone would be suspicious. We should go back", was your reply.

"You should have thought that before pulling that little stunt on me", he exclaimed as he pulled your hair-pin rolling your locks on your shoulders. He gripped your hair arching you, gaining greater access to your chest and neckline. He leaned in , against your ear. Your eyes were shut as you felt his breath but a whisper ran shivers down to your velvet bones "let me give you the attention you've been asking for : mommy.", his mockery seemed so childish.

He pushed you with a brute force onto the bed. As he was approaching you loosening his tie ,"Wait" you yelled and he paused at arms length of yours. For a moment, he was confused : did he do something that he shouldn't have done, he pondered. but his bubble of thoughts bursted as you grabbed his tie pulling him on you.

His chest pressed to your boobs as he tried to adjust. "Why don't you just fuck me right away?", you moaned biting his ear lobes. He is more than happy to oblige. After all, not everyday he gets to see your needy naughty side. You pulled up your toe-length dress upto your belly yet his lower lip puckered out as he noticed the wet splotch on your panties. "Should I slip it up further?, you asked judging his facial reclines.

"only if you want!", was all he said but you knew how he likes to suck those tits , you knew that it would be hard to gain a smile from he. "Help yourself", you cooed stretching your hands up above your head.

He hesitated at first but you noticed a curl at the corner of his lips. "No: you better — "keep your voice down" he said as he looked down on your sweaty body while unbuttoning his shirt. Is he doing all these on purpose? he looks so damn hot when he's bold, bossy and maintains eye contact. Seishu rested his hands along side on your neck and kissed your cheeks, temple. He stood upright again to get rid of your dress but he tucked it blocking your vision , making your arms uneasy to move.

"touch me", you ordered to which he asked "where?", his voice was feeble ; it seemed as if he was speaking from afar. "Inui?", you called out. And you felt a warm pair of palms , gently taking off your panties. He unclipped the front hook of your backless bra.

The room fell silent, only the jolly hub-bub was audible. And you tried to sit upright your ears caught a voice, a familiar female voice. "Inui , are you there?" He yelled in affirmation jamming your ears but Hina asked if you were with him or not. You being an absolute tease was about to yell but he rubbed your lips, calming your erupting volcanic senses, silence devouring your wicked words.

"No she isn't", inui replied as his other hand fondled your boobs followed by a pinch on your perked nipples. You melted under his touch that you've been yearning since you came here.

"You didnt just lie to her, inui. She's gonna search me everywhere.", you protested but your were silenced as his hands gripped your thighs stretching it further , sinking his mouth into your dripping cunt.

A moan encouraged him as he pushed his tongue into your folds. The squelching became louder as you moaned louder ; You wanted to see him, his face while his mouth is busy within your feminity. His hair strands tickled too much to bear. Your removed your clothing , sitting upright you placed your palm on his smooth golden locks, clustering in one and all you heard was a short smirk.

His nose clashing on your outer folds while his tongue exploited the inner slick bundle of nerves. Your toes toned with black ivory lacy stockings curled around his shoulders as he exclaimed,"you're close baby" , looking upto you a little too long as if he waited for your voice.

you chinned him up staring at his face, at his wet glistening lips and nose tip. And the way you stared at his lips he kissed you as if he read your thoughts that you wanted to kiss him, kiss his wet swollen lips.

A loud bang starled you and he immediately pulled you in his embrace rubbing your back. "Inupi, make it fast. Hina is about to call the police",draken roared from the other side. "As if she would.", he whispered rolling his eyes.

He held the panty infront of you and as you wore it he kissed your calf muscle before grabbing your dress to lay upon you. As soon as you were all covered in your pretty dress, he circled his index finger asking you to turn around.

He went busy with curling your hair in a updo you cocked your head a little thinking how you let him win so easily. But the moment you parted your lips his warm lips touched your nape as he tucked back the hair pin again. "We'll continue once we go home,'kay love"

And he headed towards the door but you hugged him from behind:

"so, you go first,i'll be in a minute."

"and let you finish it all alone...ummm?"

"No-but-

He pulled you from behind holding you by your waist. The grip was a little too hard. "relax." , he whispered before he opened the door. It was obvious to all judging from his missing tie hanging out from his pocket, his empty patch pocket that kept the white rose which is now tucked in your hair and the other withered long ago along with your jealousy.

yes, he made it obvious: he wanted it to be obvious. After all, why wouldn't he? He was so fucking jealous all the time.

You were busy with others ; he barely got you free, it would be a shame to lie how he wanted to gawk at you like a starved caveman when you laid on bed,naked and all pretty.

His arm shifted on your shoulders that hanged just above your boobline. Shifting your face you softly kissed at the back of his palm.

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slowsera · 2 years

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redacted asmr characters as unus annus moments because i love both of them

if you don’t know what unus annus is, i’m very sorry. i highly recommend giving them a search and watch some compilations for some good laughs! momento mori :)

i watch way too many compilations (i will never forget) so this will just slowly fill up as my mind wanders lol enjoy my brain dumps!!

CONTENT WARNINGS (just in case): slightly suggestive?

freelancer and gang (minus lasko) trying to cook thanksgiving dinner together

freelancer: huxley, gavin doesnt know about the dance of italy! wink

huxley: the dance of italy! howowo, it’s the dance of italy! howowo-

freelancer: joins in

damien: ok that’s it! you two. out of the kitchen.

david and asher building a dog house together

asher: trying (and failing) to measure some wood

david: laughing hysterically at him

asher: listen man… i haven’t done a hard day’s work in my life.

david: laughs harder

this is so cursed im so sorry

david: hey siri… call me daddy

siri: i couldnt find a father in your contacts, what’s your father’s first and last name?

angel: trying so hard not to laugh but failing miserably

david: 😀 well… about that…

freelancer thought giving caelum coffee was a good idea…

caelum, bouncing off the walls: do you think your neighbors think that im some sort of… SCIENCE BABY??

david and asher trying to build a dog house part 2

david: what do you do when your cut’s not goin straight?

asher: you grow auto-correct!

david: you… what?

ok thats it for now i will probably definitely post more in the future :)

#redacted asmr #redacted freelancer #redacted asmr davey #redacted asmr david #redacted gavin #redacted asher #redacted caelum #redacted huxley #redacted damien #redacted angel #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted asmr memes #unus annus

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Conviction: Ken Ryuguji / Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: the richest man in the city has a daughter. And his daughter has a secret. (@thehypestdeano for her great song suggestions that just put me in the mood)

wc: 1.4k

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

Ran Haitani

"You're always kissing me as if your dad won't walk in on us one day," the man beneath you chuckles, eyes fluttering open as you tug on his bottom lip gently.

"But you let me do it anyway."

Ran smiles at you tenderly, his mouth normally pressed into a thin, disapproving line when he's around anyone but you. He has to admit - with his hands in your hair - that it's true. He's never been one to deny you the pleasure of being with him and in his space, nor the pleasure of sneaking around your mansion while your father is at work.

Ran leans forward for another kiss, then smirks. You're already prepared for his lips, mouth slightly parted, hands tugging your strands ever so slightly. You're ready, eager for him. A delinquent. Who would've thought an Ivy League-educated woman like you would be wanton, waiting, and wet for him: a man who barely finished high school?

Your pastels, your plush lips, your polished manicure... you wanted him: a black and blonde-haired, bloody-lipped, blunt-edged scoundrel.

Ran gets hard thinking about all the nights he watched you attend the same parties, get drunk off the same punch, dance your way around his heart in the same room... and you never noticed him. Not until he practically saved your ass from being extorted in a dark alley after a night of clubbing.

That's when you thanked him for his service, and he asked if he could perform one more for you, on the house... sort of. Ran only charged one orgasm from you as his payment before he licked his lips and left, leaving his phone number on the marble dresser in case you needed the service again.

And you called.

Maybe it had been a week later. But you called.

And now you're in his lap, your tongue playing games with his, darting around like they were tangling for the top spot.

"Y/n," Ran breathes, retracting his tongue and sighing. "I need you."

"Ditto."

The word puts the braided man in auto-pilot, and he carries you to the bed to perform his duty. It's only when he's balls-deep inside of your warm cunt that his word become muddled, and he stops whispering the dirty things you like to hear, exchanging them for what he really wants to say.

"You're so beautiful," he purrs, kissing down your neck and holding one of your breasts in his hand. "I can't get enough of you." And Ran notices that you moan just an octave higher, legs tightening around his waist.

"Ran..." you huff, and he nuzzles your other breast, running his teeth over your nipple.

"God, I love it when you say my name."

"Ran," you repeat, and he thrusts a little deeper, trying his best to reach that sweet spot. The last time he did it, it made you wetter than any of the girls he'd fucked before. It's part of what sealed the deal for him.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" You nod slowly, your face scrunched up in focus, focus, focus. You were trying to focus on the pleasure, the sensations, the deep rocking that set your soul on fire. Ran could tell all of that just by hearing your hitching breath, balls-deep in you or not. His urge to speed up quickens his hips, and the thrusts become shaky and less sure as time wears on.

You want to cum, you want to shudder around the veiny cock inside of you, but something in you wants to prolong this moment, these sensations. Something in you wants Ran to keep your body like this for hours.

"I'm gonna cum soon," Ran whispers, sweat rolling down from his forehead. "Tell me if you want me to--"

"I want to cum with you," you respond, eyes staring at Ran's. "Cum with me."

"Are you close?" he grunts, braids swinging in your face.

"Yeah..."

You tense up around Ran, praying to god that you'd unravel the right way, that you'd do it with him. Ran curses, then his hips stutter, just as you cum, walls fluttering rapidly. You both reach your climax in each other's arms, coming down at the same time as well.

Ran exhales deeply, resting his hips on yours and kissing your lips tenderly.

"Can you stay for a little while longer?" you inquire, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Your dad is coming home soon," he answers gently, stroking your cheek. "Don't want you to get in trouble." You're the only person - beside Rindou - that he doesn't want to bring down with him. Not yet.

"But you the good kind of trouble," you counter, pouting. "Please?"

"Maybe when you're free you can spend the night at my place."

"Promise?" Ran looks at you, a wide smile tugging at his lips.

"Promise."

Ken Ryuguji

You met Draken three years ago, a Slurpee in one hand and your cellphone in the other.

He was doing tricks in the back lot of the mall, his motorcycle buzzing over and over and over again with life as he revved it. It was stupid, delinquent shit. But you took one look at the dragon tattoo on the side of his head and knew he was the one for you.

Now, you're in his apartment (which is less lavish than your apartment - paid for by the Bank of D.A.D), feet in his lap as you watch some cartoon about a grandpa and his grandson. Draken has your toes in his hands cracking them and then massaging the soles, staring at the TV absentmindedly.

"When's the pizza coming?" you wonder, and Draken shrugs.

"Told the guy to come as soon as he could, but he might be stuck in traffic." You take this opportunity to scoot closer, and Draken's hands go from our feet to your thighs, which are barely covered by one of his long t-shirts. "What are you doing?" he chuckles as your fingers crawl up his chest, pulling him closer.

"Kiss me." Your order is met with immediate obedience, fingers grasping the back of your (his) shirt to lean you on top of him. You make out furiously on the couch, ignoring the show on the television in favor of feasting on his mouth, neck, and chest.

"Spread your legs wide," Draken orders, and you do as he asks, feeling his fingers pull your underwear to the side and then slide into you up to the joints of his fingers. "That's it..."

You are instantly transported into another world, one behind your eyelids. There, all you can do is feel and experience. Nothing but sensations, from your waist down. That, and the sound of your slick noisily overshadowing the voices on the TV.

"That's it..." Draken coos again, and you open your eyes to see him watching your expression with a small smile. You remove your hands from his shoulders to take off your shirt, baring your unclothed breasts for him to eye while you ride his fingers. A harsh smack echoes off the walls when Draken slaps the exposed patch of your ass, biting his lip at the whimper it elicits.

You know what's coming next when he fishes his cock out of his sweatpants, pulling the waistband down only enough to free it.

"Come on," Draken murmurs, sticking his slick-covered digits in his mouth. "Ride me, pretty girl."

The pizza man knocks when Draken is mid-stroke, his hand pressing your back down so you're chest to chest.

"Shit." The blonde man beneath you sobers up and pulls himself out of you, pulls his pants up, pulls a blanket over your bare body, then walks to the front door. "Thanks." Money changes hands, and the door shuts, Draken coming around the corner after dropping the pizza off on the kitchen counter. He's fisting his cock, his sweatpants sliding down his legs as he walks.

The blanket is snatched off of you and your hips are propped up, legs spreading automatically so he can enter you. And Draken does, proceeding to do what he did best, which is blow your back out.

Your asscheeks snap against his hips, flesh smacking in the light of the TV, but neither of you cares.

"Cumming," is all you can choke out before your legs shake, giving way to the intense sensations of an orgasm that rocks your fucking world.

"Right behind you," Draken affirms, grunting loudly and spasming as he cums inside of you. You slump against the couch, spent, and Draken pulls out when he's flaccid, tucking your body in with the blanket. "do you need to be back at a certain time?"

The whispered words no longer make sense now that you have your own place.

"I live alone, 'ken."

"Right," Draken laughs, placing a hand on his forehead. "I guess old habits die hard, huh?" You stare at your old habit lovingly, chuckling.

"I suppose so."

#ran haitani smut #ken ryuguji smut #ran haitani x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo revengers draken #Spotify

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWENTY TWO || THE ORIGIN OF BLIND OBEDIENCE

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + nitta akari from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of violence + mention of suicide + mention of dangerous acts + mention of killing + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 04 may

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 7.2k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : jamais vu

↳ next episode : the origin of blind obedience 2

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit...this ain’t my best piece of work, but i hope you all enjoy this episode of the series and good night everyone ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’.

there was one going to be mention but...let’s keep that a secret for now...

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better...

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

“Kanada Taichi in Morioka, in June. Shimada Osamu in Yokohama, in August. Yamato Hiroshi in Nagoya, in September. These three died in similar circumstances. They were stabbed to death by a cursed spirit at the entrances to their apartments and all of them had filed the same complaint with the property managers several weeks before dying. They claimed their auto-locking doors were left wide open. None of the other residents have any idea what could have happened,” Nitta (your current driver) explained, causing you to open your eyes slowly, letting your drowsiness fade away slowly.

Currently, at this moment in time, you and your classmates were being driven to your desired destination to your current mission that all four of you were set causing you to wonder how much longer the drive was going to be, but also how you were going to cope with dealing with the whole ordeal since it had been a while since you had gone on a mission dealing with the unknown - last time was over two months ago at the detention centre where you had to face Sukuna (a special grade curse).

“None of the dates or locations match, though. Could the same cursed spirit have killed them all?” Fushiguro questioned as he stared down at the Ipad he had in his hands while trying to read all the information that was provided.

‘There is one location they all have in common though’ you thought, as you turned your head to stare out of the window, recalling the time where you had read the same information on your phone during breakfast with your adoptive father, Gojo Satoru.

“Hey, could the cursed spirit be responsible for the doors? Do sensors like those pick up cursed spirits? They don’t show up on camera and stuff, right?” Itadori began to ask an abundance of questions causing you to internally giggle as some of the questions he asked were basic knowledge for jujutsu sorcerers, but it was adorable for him to try to find a solution.

“Apparently, the cursed spirit made the door operators go crazy, not the sensors,” Nitta answered, leading you to give a side-eye to indicate that you were listening to her before going back to peer at the window to figure out a solution of your own about the current situation.

“Oh...Operators?” Itadori muttered in confusion as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“And as for whether or not the same cursed spirit was behind this...Well, we couldn’t be certain from just the residuals. After all, a lot of time had already passed. So we tried to track down any connections between the three, we found that all three attended the same middle school for two years,” Nitta mentioned causing you to stiffen up slightly on the information given to you.

“Meaning all three received the same curse, and it activated after time had passed?” Kugisaki suggested with a thinking gesture causing Itadori to make a noise of impressiveness before leaning forward to view the female sorcerer.

“Precisely. That’s highly likely. So we’re going to that middle school now to question someone the three victims all knew, and I want you four to see what you can find as sorcerers,” Nitta answered leading you to sigh (to which she slyly notices) before you processed to close your eyes as if you were going to nap for a bit.

“Way to go, Kugisaki!” Itadori mentioned in astonishment leading the mentioned sorcerer to flick her hair back.

“Heh. What’d you expect?” Kugisaki questioned smugly.

However, without the attention of all three of you, Fushiguro seemed to be annoyed as he leaned his head back onto the chair seats before letting out a sigh of his own, wondering how he was going to handle this situation now.

ꕥ

“A funeral?” Itadori questioned, as you processed to exit out of the car leading you to see a few people wearing all black, entering into a building before shutting the door quietly to not disturb the mourners that were attending the disheartening event.

“Is this the home of that acquaintance?” Kugisaki asked as she was also looking at the darkening event that was happening.

“Yes, it is…” NItta answered in a stutter leading everyone to get back in the car since there was no possible way, all of you could even interview someone properly during this time since it would be considered extremely rude.

ꕥ

“Well, this sucks. He dies the same way the other three did. He lived with his family, so there was no auto-locking door, but he was killed in front of the entrance. Previously, upon returning home alone, he reported, “The door was unlocked, but it wouldn’t open,” to his family members,” Nitta explained, as you processed to scan through all the documents through your phone trying to obtain some sort of connection between all the victims rather than the middle school that they attended to.

‘Date of birth 1983-1984...that means they were in middle school at around 1995-1998...Yasohachi Bridge was popular back then, right?’

Suddenly, the car had come to a sudden halt causing you to look up from your phone, only to discover that you had arrived at the location that Nitta had discussed to everyone at the beginning leading you to look up that the building from the side of your window before slowly letting out a breath as you processed to open the car door to go and investigate with the others.

“I asked his parents, too, but they said they didn’t know what relationship he had with the other three. Man, there goes our only lead!” Nitta whined loudly, as everyone began to enter the school premises causing you to halt for a second before you continued to stroll behind them, trying to make sure your classmates didn’t notice your fidgeting behaviour.

“Don’t worry! There has to be something at this middle school!” Itadori reassured Nitta as she looked disappointed with her head hanging low.

“I sure hope so. For now, I’ve secured an appointment with a teacher, so I’m counting on you,” Nitta replied with a disheartened tone.

“Roger,” Itadori replied with a determined smile.

Suddenly, Kugisaki (who had her hands behind her head in the beginning) unexpectedly had a mischievous smile painted on her face before quickly running off to the side causing you to look at her with a raised eyebrow as you wondered what she was planning on doing.

“There’s some obvious punks, let’s beat’em up and set’em straight!” Kugisaki suggested causing you to walk up to her with your hand raised since she was going completely off-topic with what everyone was supposed to do currently.

“Why?” Itadori asked in a confused tone.

Slowly, the two punks that Kugisaki mentioned began to straightening up with menacing looks on their face, leading Itadori to lean forward to observe the two, only for them to suddenly straighten up more in sudden fear, causing you to be somewhat confused on why there was a sudden change in expression, only for your eyes to follow what they were looking at.

“I-It’s good to see you!” the pucks shouted while processing to bow 90 degrees with their heads lowered causing you to turn back to them with widened eyes at what was going on.

“Heh, look at that. You actually get it,” Kugisaki stated with a smug look on her face causing you to give her a fed-up look towards her direction while trying to figure out why Itadori was joining in her shenanigans.

“An aura just pours out, even if you try to hide it,” Itadori mentioned as he pushed his hair back leading you to ignore both of your classmates and you processed to look around the school trying to find some clues while noticing slight hints of cursed energy roaming around the premises.

“We haven’t seen you since graduation, Fushiguro-san!” one of the punks mentioned, causing the two smug sorcerers to drop their act before quickly turning around to see Fushiguro, who was now looking to the side in embarrassment.

“I...went here...for middle school,” Fushiguro announced before turning his back to face behind him to avoid his classmates, only for them to violently grab his face as they tried to make his turn to face them.

“That’s a surprise, too, but that’s not the point! Look at me!” Kugisaki angrily demanded, as she forcibly turned Fushiguro’s face to look at her with a struggle as Itadori had a hold of the shikigami sorcerer’s head to make it face him.

“What’d you do?! What did you do in middle school?! No, it would be quicker to ask them!” Itadori mentioned in a panic, as he was desperate to find an answer.

“Hey, Idiot A and Idiot B! What did this guy do to you?” Kugisaki yelled out her question, while still having a hold on Fushiguro’s face.

“We...Or rather, every delinquent, gang member, and so on in this area got beaten up by Fushiguro-san,” one of the punks answered, as both of them lifted their heads leading both Itadori and Kugisaki to let go of their friend’s face in shock before turning back to face him in confusion, looking for answers.

“I beat them up,” Fushiguro muttered as he turned his head back with his now messed up hair, leading Itadori and Kugisaki to grab his face again in complete surprise.

“Why do you keep talking so stiffly?! Look at me!” Kugisaki angrily asked as she painfully turned Fushiguro’s face to look at her.

“What are you doing?! Hey! What are you doing?!” Itadori asked in a panic, once again, as he now turned Fushiguro’s head to face him.

“Wow~ you beat up people Fushiguro, what a drag~” you commented with a hand over your mouth leading the erratic-haired sorcerer to look to you for help only for you to turn away to observe the school’s premises again, trying to gain something for the mission at hand.

“Hey!” someone shouted, causing both of the sorcerers to let go of Fushiguro’s face which led his hair to bounce a bit. Turning around to face the front, you noticed an old man with glasses running up towards you guys leading your eyes to widen once you had gotten a good look at who was coming towards everyone.

“Who are you? Students from other schools aren’t allowed in here!” the old man stated with a loud tone.

“And who the hell are you?!” Kugisaki yelled back in anger, causing you to smack the back of her head as if to tell her to ‘shut up’ which caused her to look up at you with a pout as she held her head to soothe the pain away.

“He’s clearly a staff member. Why are you so combative?” Itadori questioned in a low tone as he began to slouch.

“We have permission to be here,’ Nitta informed the staff member while processing to show the pass that she was carrying leading the old man to adjust his glasses as he peered at the pass she was currently holding.

“Oh, you’re the ones? You’re all young, you need to hang your pass around your neck,” the old man mentioned as began to observe the group of students behind her before his eyes widened once they handed on a certain someone.

“Fushiguro-kun?”

“Hello,” Fushiguro greeted, as he looked to the side with a small blush beginning to appear on his face.

“He remembers you!” Itadori and Kugisaki mentioned in a teasing tone as they looked at their classmate with an amused look.

“So this man’s been here a long time?” NItta asked with a cheerful tone, leading you to conclude that she probably had gained hope for a new lead on the mission that was happening right now.

“Probably, Takeda-san’s a permanent employee,” Fushiguro answered in a monotone voice.

“Then I leave the rest to you!” Nitta concluded, to which she held a thumbs up as if it was some sort of encouragement.

‘Abandoning her duty....’ Fushiguro thought, before shifting his eyes towards you as he realised that you had become quiet again, only to discover that you were looking at Takeda with some sort of fondness in your eyes as a small but noticeable smile appeared on your face.

‘It’s been a while, hasn’t it Takeda-san? How are you? You’ve been okay? I wish I could ask you this..but...it’s for the best that I didn’t at all huh?’ you thought before turning your head to look at the windows beside you, only to realise that the same hint of cursed energy was still lingering around.

‘I’m surprised it remains here…’ you mentioned internally before turning back to look at the staff member in front of you.

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“Kanada, Shimada, Yamato...and Morishita, huh? I was shocked by their passing, but I guess it’s been nearly twenty years since they graduated, I remember it like it was yesterday. They were problem children in their own right, though not as bad as you. What do you want to know?” Takeda mentioned with a soft smile causing you to scoff a bit at his comment as you covered your mouth to hold your laugh but to Fushiguro’s annoyance.

“Strange rumours, dark rumours, connections to bad adults…” Fushiguro listed as he raised his arm, leading you to look at him weirdly since it wasn’t the arm towards your side he had lifted.

“Hey, problem child!” Itadori and Kugisaki chanted in a teasing tone.

“...and anything of ill omen,” Fushiguro concluded before closing his hand into a fist as he proceeded to swing it down to punch the top of Itadori’s head.

“Dark rumours? They may have been problem children, but they never went beyond average middle school stuff. But wait...ill omen?” Takeda muttered as he began to think.

“Do you mean that tale? About the Yasohachi Bridge bungee jumping?” one of the punks questioned, causing you to look to the side in interest since you had an idea about the bridge before you had arrived at the middle school.

“You’re still here, A and B?” Kugisaki asked since she was surprised that they remained where they were.

“Yasohachi Bridge?” Itadori questioned.

“A notorious suicide spot, it’s well known in this area as a haunted location,” you answered in a casual tone before explaining why it was such an important detail to note for your pink-haired classmate.

“Oh, that’s right! Back then, it was all the rage among delinquents to bungee jump off Yasohachi Bridge late at night, it was one of those tests of courage,” Takeda explained, once he remembered what he was trying to think of.

“What a weird tribe,” Kugisaki muttered in annoyance.

“What a drag,” you mentioned in a fed-up tone.

“I’m surprised there are people dumber than me!” Itadori stated.

“What do you use for a cord?” Fushiguro questioned as he was trying to wonder how the people bungee jumped in the first place.

“We don’t do it, I just heard some students from our parents’ generation talking about it,” the punk mentioned causing you to nod your head slowly, conveying that you understood what he meant.

“One day, Kanada and the other three were absent without permission. That wasn’t all that usual by itself, but when we contacted their families, we learned that those four hadn’t come home the day before. It caused a pretty big stir, then they were found unconscious under the bridge. They got chewed out good, but all four swore up and down they didn’t remember a thing,” Takeda explained, causing all the first years to come to the same conclusion in their heads.

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“I think that’s it,” Nitta suggested as she looked at all four of you.

“I’ve been to Yasohachi Bridge, too,” Fushiguro mentioned in a serious tone.

“To bungee jump?” Itadori asked comedically, leading Fushiguro to swiftly smash a fist on the top of his head in annoyance causing Itadori to wince in pain as he held his head with a pout.

“It’s easy for curses to take root in haunted locations, just like in schools, so people from Jujutsu High regularly patrol it,” Fushiguro explained causing you to recall the times where you would walk around the area late at night while trying to hide from the sorcerers that came from time to time back a few years ago.

“There wasn’t anything unusual at the time, though. It might be a bit famous, but it’s still used as a normal bridge,” Fushiguro mentioned.

“We still have to go check it out, though,” Kugisaki suggested, causing you to agree with her since it was the best for all the four of you to survey the bridge yourselves.

“Fushiguro-kun?” someone called out, causing everyone to turn to find Takeda coming towards everyone’s way.

“Sorry, I was curious about something,” Takeda mentioned causing Fushiguro to fully turn around to face the old man.

“What is it?” Fushiguro asked.

“Tsukimi-kun took awfully good care of you when you were in school. Is she doing well?” the old man asked, causing you to stiffen up slightly before shifting your eyes to the side since you were getting nervous at the fact the staff member was remembering everyone little by little.

“Yes,” Fushiguro answered with a deadpan expression.

“Who’s Tsumiki?” Itadori asked the shikigami user in curiosity.

“My older sister,” Fushiguro answered in a low tone, leading Kugisaki to grab his shoulder in surprise once again.

“What?! You tell us too little about yourself!” Kugisaki mentioned in an annoyed tone leading Itadori to agree with her, leading the old man to tilt his head slightly to the side - to avoid the blockage of Itadori’s body - to discover you making your way to the side of the car, where you were sitting before.

“Excuse me, I also wanted to ask you something if you don’t mind,” Takeda asked in a kind tone, causing you to halt your movements before looking up to find the old man gifting you with a sweet smile that you remembered so much causing you to turn back and make your way towards the staff-member with lessening the tension that you had before walking away.

“Yeah, it’s fine, what is it you want to ask me?” you questioned with a light tone, trying to sound polite to the man, causing him to smile at you.

“Do I remember you from anywhere, you seem quite familiar to me?” Takeda asked, causing your eyes to widen in fear before quickly blinking away the sudden change in emotion you were surprisingly expressing so easily.

“I never been to Saitama Urami East Junior High before, I’m sorry but I don’t think I’m the person you are trying to recall,” you answered with a sad soft smile leading the man to sigh before fixing his glasses.

“Is that so? I’m sorry, the minute I saw you, I began to recall a student that would always help me around from time to time and she was always on top of her work, but she left around the second year before I got to thank her,” the old man began to reminisce, not noticing the stiffness of your body as well as the panic rising within your heart leading it to beat faster than it should.

‘He’s remembering too much, but didn’t I put enough cursed energy into that spell? It should have wiped everything from his memory’

“Sorry, but could you look at my left eye for a second? I think I got an eyelash stuck there,” you quickly asked, causing the old man to agree to help you as he adjusted his glasses once again before taking a good look at your eye.

‘It could cast it now, but the others are here...I could just not use the spell to its full potential and that couldn’t cause him to faint, maybe that will work,’ you quickly thought as you were slowly transferring a small amount of your cursed energy to your left eye.

“Haku-” you muttered under your breath before coming to a sudden halt, causing your cursed energy to waver slightly as it began to slowly move away from your eye leading you to conclude that you didn’t even have the guts to commit to the action that you were planning to go on with like you did two years ago, to which caused your heart to become extremely heavy with guilt as you knew once he entered back into the school, the lingering cursed energy that you had left in the school would cause his memory to fade away, processing you to let go of your sudden plan as the staff-member mentioned that there was nothing to worry about.

‘Nothing to worry about huh?’

“Thank you so much,” you softly said with gratitude before giving the old man a final wave goodbye before entering the car with the rest of your classmates, wondering if it was still for the best that you let him free with his memory gradually coming back to life.

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“We’re here. Koi no Kuchi Canyon, Yasohachi Bridge. Once you confirm a cursed spirit’s here, I’ll lower a veil,” Nitta explained as all of the first years processed to get out of the sleek black vehicle before stepping to the side of the bridge to be away from the road.

“Roger!” Itadori started with a confident smile presented on his face as he tugged at the vinyl cord he was holding.

Slowly, you began to walk away from the group while Nitta got back in her car before driving away and steadily grabbed onto the metal poles the were in front of you - probably built to prevent any more suicidal people from jumping over - and with much effort, began to pull yourself up to reach to the top before grabbing in the metal bar as you pulled yourself up even further.

“GOJO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Kugisaki screamed in horror, as she finally turned around to discover you pulled your body up to sit on top of the fence as you peered down to check how far you had to jump down in order to find what you were looking for in this mission.

“SHE’S NOT LISTENING!” Kugisaki yelled (once again) as she pointed at you in anger, causing the boys to turn around to see what the fuss was about before seeing the drastic measures you had taken to find the cursed spirit.

“Woah, Gojo, there’s no need for that! We have the vinyl cord for a reason!” Itadori mentioned, which seemed to be a way of getting you to come down from where you were right now as you turned to look at him before turning back at the ground below you.

“SHE’S NOT LISTENING AGAIN!” Itadori cried out in fear, as if he hadn’t done more stupid and extremes things than what you were doing right now.

“Gojo!” Fushiguro shouted before jumping up to reach the back of your school jacket, leading you to grab onto the sides of the metal bar that you were sitting on right now for support before turning back to peer at the shikigami user, ready to yell at him for disturbing your train of thought only for him to give you a pair of surprised eyes as if he remembered something.

“Get down, please,” Fushiguro quietly commanded, leading you to give him a deadpan expression before turning back to prepare to jump off since you couldn’t find another way to get down there, only for Fushiguro to pull you from your jacket once again leading your body to start to fall backwards - much to your surprise - to which caused the boys to immediately get behind you, ready to catch you so you didn’t hit the ground at all.

“You drag!” you screamed at Fushiguro before letting your body fall towards the safe side of the metal barrier, processing to land on top of Itadori and Fushiguro as a result.

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Letting out a yawn, Itadori couldn’t help but emphasise how tired and bored he was as he remained seated on the metal railings that all four of you were sitting on right now.

“Hey, we didn’t find hide nor hair of any cursed spirit,” Kugisaki whined in annoyance as her posture slouch in disappointment, leaving Fushiguro to slouch in boredom while you had your eyes closed as if you were sleeping while sitting up straight when in reality, you were concentrating on sensing any lingering cursed energy around the area you were in right now.

Suddenly, you felt something pressed gently on the side of your head before it pushed you down to the side slowly, causing the movement to halt the second you felt someone’s shoulder being used as a pillow for your head leading a sense of confusion to rise within your stomach before you heard a few teasing sounds from Kugisaki.

“Oh~ what a gentleman Fushiguro~” Kugisaki teased, leading you to realise that your head was now resting on Fushiguro’s shoulder since it did seem like you had fallen asleep while sitting up.

“I’m surprised she can sleep while sitting up,” Itadori commented, as she leaned forward to see you in what seemed to be in a state of rest since you made the decision to keep your eyes closed.

“You should have seen her while we were training, she was asleep for so long every day,” Kugisaki mentioned as she began to recall all the times you had taken a nap during your daily training sessions with the second-years as preparation for the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event.

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As time went by, after you had ‘woken up’ from your nap when in reality, you had given up on trying to trace a single amount of cursed energy from the distance you were away from the ground below - which was where you were trying to go from the beginning if Fushiguro didn’t pull you down - you were now in front of a small convenience store while sipping on a small carton of orange juice that you had managed to purchase as a breakfast substitute since you were surprisingly not feeling hungry at all currently.

“We didn’t sense any presences or residuals,” Fushiguro informed Nitta, who had come to pick you three up after not hearing a single thing from everything, except for all of you being hungry.

“I see, which means this ain’t it, Guess it’s back to square one,” Nitta replied with a slight tone of disappointment as the most promising lead has been for nothing.

‘It wouldn’t be square one if you just let me jump down to the bottom to investigate…’

“Gojo, is there something wrong?” Kugisaki asked as she noticed you looking to the side with a somewhat annoyed expression planted on your face.

“It’s nothing,” you replied before taking another sip from the carton you were holding.

“But isn’t it bad if we take too long?” Itadori asked in a light serious tone.

“Why?” Kugisaki questioned, wondering why they needed to be in a hurry to finish the mission as soon as possible.

“Well, it’s a famous haunted location, right? There might still be plenty of others who got cursed and right now, the death rates at 100%. We don’t want to see others die, right?” Itadori explained as he answered Kugisaki’s previous question.

“True,” Kugisaki muttered, once she took Itadori’s theory into consideration.

“Ding-Ding! Bungee jumping was all the rage then, right? So maybe the act of jumping off is the key?” Nitta asked as she seemed excited to think of another clue on how to find the curses that were the curse for all these deaths that have been happening.

“Did she say “ding-ding”? Did she really say that?” Itadori asked as he stared at his senior in adoration.

“She did! She did!” Kugisaki replied in the same high tone with the same look at adoration at how cute Nitta was right now.

“Itadori already tried that,” Fushiguro mentioned causing the bungee jump idea to come to a halt.

“Huh?..... What?! You mean you jumped with that vinyl cord?!” Nitta screamed in shock as she began to imagine how you, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki would wrap Itadori in the cord, only for the shikigami user to fly kick him over the metal bar with you and Kugisaki holding onto the end of the cord.

“Hey, there you are!” someone shouted, causing you to look towards the direction in where the sound was coming from, only to discover one of the punks from yesterday to be on a bike with someone behind him with her arms wrapped around his waist.

“Fushiguro-san!” the punk shouted to gain the shikigami user’s attention.

“Who’s that again?” Kugisaki asked as she stared at the punk with a confused expression only for Itadori to answer her question by mentioning the people were Fushiguro’s upperclassman from his middle school and how she was ready to pick a fight with them causing her to suddenly remember who the person was.

“You were talking about Yasohachi Bridge, so...I’m really glad I found you here!” the puck mentioned with a smile on his face with slight sweat from the swift bike riding as well as a hint of fear of Fushiguro.

‘Fujinuma?...If I recall, she was a student as well…’ you thought, as you watched the girl get off of the bike she was on before walking towards the group as her eyes widened at you for a second before turning into complete confusion, leading your body to complete tense for a second.

“Fujinuma?” Fushiguro muttered causing Nitta to look at him with a perplexed expression before he clarified that she was an old classmate of his.

“My older sister,” the punk introduced the girl leading her to bow as a greeting.

“I’m glad you remember me,” Fujinuma stated in a soft-toned voice before straightening back up to face everyone within the group.

“I was talking to my sister about you yesterday, and..” the punk stated before his sister took the reins.

“Um, Morishita-san had a funeral in the neighbourhood...Then I heard from my brother that you were looking into that man and Tasohachi Bridge, so I started to wonder if they were related…” Fujinuma began to explain, leading Nitta from behind both of the people to shake her head as they needed to hide the real reason on why everyone was here right now to which Fushiguro noticed.

“If what’s related?” Fushiguro queried as if he didn’t understand what was going on.

“Morishita-san’s death and the bridge…” Fujinuma replied in a smaller tone.

“They’re not related, we just-” Fushiguro quickly countered back.

“I...I went there. In eighth grade...I went to Yasohachi Bridge at night,” Fujinuma stated as her face contorted in fear as she began to tilt her head down, causing Kugisaki to give a look as she began to wonder how many people had been to that bridge.

“Has anything odd happened at home recently? Any strange feelings that only affect you and no one else?” Nitta asked as she leaned down to face the fearful girl, only for Fujinuma to look up once again.

“My family runs a local branch shop...and the shop’s automatic door is wide open only when I come home. Mom and Dad both say it’s just a coincidence, but there’s definitely something there. It scared me. That’s when I heard about you and remembered the Yasohachi Bridge,” the girl replied as she began to shiver in fear while trying to recall all the same incidents happening to her.

“When did the issue with your automatic door start?” Nitta queried, trying to get enough information as sly as possible.

“It’s happened about every other day for exactly one week now,” Fujinuma replied in a shaky tone.

‘There’s at least two weeks between when the four victims noticed something and their deaths,’ Fushiguro thought.

‘We still have some time,’ Itadori thought, encouraged by the fact that there was some amount of time left to save someone from the cycle that was happening right now.

“You didn’t go to Yasohachi Bridge by yourself at the time, did you? Do you remember who you went with?” Kugisaki asked, trying to make sure there weren't any other victims that you all were missing at this current moment in time.

“Um, so this really does have something to do with…” Fujinuma mentioned in a stutter, scared that her life might now be at risk.

“Just with your automatic door. But it has nothing to do with Morishita-sans’s death. Fushiguro-kun and the others are helping me with my college report: Electromagnetic Waves from Haunted Locations and their Effects on Electronics, it’s a huge pain in my gut!” Nitta responded quickly, before suddenly linking arms with you causing you to put on a realistic fake smile to hold the lie in place.

“But I want to hear from all kinds of people, so I’d love to hear who you went with,” Nitta continued, trying to make the girl calm herself down while reminding her the fact that they now have to save her life before something could happen to her.

“I went on a test of courage with two others from my club. That’s right. Fushiguro-kun, Tsumiki-san was with us then, too,” Fujinuma announced, causing you to halt for a second while Itadori and Kugisaki were shocked at the fact that Fushiguro’s sister was involved in this too.

“I see. Then I’ll try asking Tsumiki, too,” Fushiguro replied calmly.

“There was also another person there at the bottom of the bridge, but I don’t remember really clearly of her at all...she was wearing our uniform thought, sort of reminds me of her,” Fujinuma stated as she pointed off to somewhere, leading your whole body to become suddenly numb at the fact that her finger was directing pointing at you causing your classmates to turn to you in fear at what might happening to you if her statement was true.

“Sorry, but I never been here at all, maybe you have the wrong person?” you unconcernedly suggested, trying to change you from being the topic of the conversation leading the girl to look confused again before gasping on how silly she was being before mentioning that she had never even met you and that she apologised for scaring you.

“Okay, then I’ll escort these two home. Please keep working on the report,” Nitta mentioned to the four of you with a smile on her face.

“Something’s up, isn’t it?” Fujinuma’s brother asked leading Nitta to form another excuse on how she could let them ride a bike back after making them petal all the way here, causing you to turn around and take a deep breath the second they began walking away.

“Fushiguro,” Itadori called out in worry before repeating his name again louder as he proceeded to grab onto his friend’s shoulder, only to see the look of unknown fear painted across Fushiguro’s face.

“Fushiguro, snap out of it, make sure she’s safe first,” Itadori muttered in reassurance, as he turned his body to face his friend to help him calm down.

“I’m fine,” Fushiguro muttered in a low tone, once he was able to snap out of his fear daze but apologising to his friend as he needed to take a step back for a second before reaching into his pocket to grab his phone to make a call leaving Kugisaki to come to your side and ask a few questions for you to answer.

“What was she talking about? Were you really a part of that school? Were you really at Yasohachi bridge back then? Answer me, Gojo!” Kugisaki asked in a panic, as you just stared at her with a blank look on your face before letting out a sigh.

“I’ve never been there before until yesterday, I have never been here at all, to begin with. There is no way I could be at that bridge,” you answered, trying to convert the conversation into something different, only for Itadori to turn his body to face you directly as he questioned you again about your ‘involvement’ in everything that's happening right now.

“Why are random people saying if they remember you then, does your cursed technique allow you to manipulate someone’s mind or anything?” Itadori asked as he needed to understand why a few people mentioned about you when you had said you have never been here at this location ever in your life.

“I don’t have a technique that does that, they have been talking about a girl that looks like me,” you answered while proceeding to cross your arms to stay as persuasive as you could while trying to hide a piece of your past that you had already somewhat erased out of everyone’s minds.

‘If they are somehow recalling some bits here and there...what about Fushiguro?’ you thought as you closed your eyes to lessen the headache that was gradually coming from the back of your head.

‘There isn’t enough time to think about it at all...these three need to get out of here before I go investigate the whole thing myself...that is...if my theory is correct like last time’

Suddenly, you reached into the pocket of your skirt before taking out your phone to swiftly call Nitta to pick everyone up from where she had left all of you causing Itadori and Kugisaki to look at you in complete confusion.

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“Just get in the car,” you commanded in a low and threatening tone, causing the three first-years to look at you in shock before all three were pushing down into the back seats of the car.

“Us three? What about you Gojo?” Itadori asked in a panic, as he wasn’t sure why you were pushing everyone into the car that Nitta was pulled in - to which she understood why you were doing this at this moment in time.

“The mission has gone into a higher rank than what it was previously predicted, I’ll come back once I’m done with the whole thing,” you stated in a serious manner as you processed to push Itadori further into the car causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to be squashed behind him before slamming the car door shut before anyone could escape out of the vehicle leaving you alone once the car had driven off with all three of your classmates inside of it.

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‘If I remember, you go down here’ you thought, as you began to slide down to the bottom of the ground before walking forward out of the wood, to only find yourself in the same spot you were two years ago in a different sort of uniform.

Taking your katana out of the shoulder bag you were carrying, you hooked it on your lower back before taking the familiar blue metal pole out of the same back before hooking it on to the side of your belt causing it to dangle once it was secured onto your side.

‘If my theory was right along, there should be an incomplete domain lingering around here...meaning there is a possibility that Sukuna’s finger is within a finger bearer if I enter it…’

“What a drag,” you muttered under your breath before sliding your katana out of its wooden sheath as you swift swang it behind you, causing the tip of the blade to be an inch away from Itadori’s neck to which lead the sorcerer to lean his head back in shock as your sudden speed.

“Why are you all here? Didn’t I tell you all to go home and I would deal with this?” you rhetorically asked as you pulled your katana back from Itadori leading him to relax as he let out a breath of relief.

“Fushiguro told us everything and that's what led us to help you out,” Kugisaki mentioned causing your eyes to shift from her to the shikigami user.

“We don’t want you to do this alone, you don’t have to tell us everything you are hiding Gojo, just let us help you,” Itadori pleaded with you as his hands were pressed together in a way to convey a ‘please’ to you.

“I...I can’t tell you anything...I’m sorry,” you muttered, as you slide your katana back into its black wooden casing, causing the trio to look at you with worry in their eyes as they were anxious that the secret you were keeping was something that was going to eat you inside as they were already cautious about your wellbeing if the cursed spirit was now going to target you due to Fujinuma sudden assumption.

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After the sudden intrusion of your classmates (much to your dismay), everyone started to walk towards the area where everyone believed the domain was going to be.

Crossing a river or other border - acts that symbolise crossing into the afterlife - carry important meaning in sorcery.

Confidently, everyone took one step forward causing a reaction of electricity to conduct as your foot hit the ground causing it to erupt as the domain suddenly enclosed everyone that had taken a step within its territory.

“There it is,” Itadori stated as he stared up at the curse, leading everyone to prepare themselves with their weapons of choice.

“This one will be rewarding to exorcise,” Kugisaki commented, as she confidently smiled at the scene in front of her.

Suddenly, you had sensed something coming from behind causing you to turn your head to the side to find a disgusting looking creature coming towards you leading everyone to move away slightly as the creature spun in the air before landing in front of all of you.

“What’s this? Someone beat me here?” the creature asked in a weird voice.

“Huh?” Kugisaki yelled out in annoyance.

“Fushiguro, this one’s a different case, right?” Itadori asked as he faced the new cursed spirit that decided to make an appearance.

“Yeah,” Fushiguro confirmed, leading Itadori to close his hands into a fist as they suddenly became consumed with his cursed energy.

“Then you three focus on that other one, I’ll exorcise this one,” Itadori stated as he raised his hands.

“What? You’re going to play with me? I wanted the older sister to,” the curse asked, causing you to shiver as you came to the sudden realisation that this curse was most likely with the others that were at the Kyoto Exchange event.

However, before even one could even move you rapidly unsheath your katana from your wooden casing as you spun around to block the sudden sneak attack that was behind you before utilising your cursed energy to your legs to give you the strength to halt your movement as the sudden intruder in front of you widened their eyes in shock at your sudden speed.

“That isn’t going to work on me again, you drag,” you muttered in a menacing tone causing your new opponent to laugh as they snapped out of their shock.

“Please, call me your mother again,” the woman stated as she smirked at you, leading a wave of anger and excitement to consume your body.

“Please, I….can’t wait to kill you,” you replied back with a crazed smile.

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