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willows-peak · 6 months

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*･ﾟ✧ JJK Character's Fav Positions

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, acute descriptions of cuddling, sfw and nsfw below the cut, the students aren't included in the nsfw portion dw

word count: expected 2.2k

a/n: im struggling with a geto wip so have this for tonight :3c i wonder if u can tell whos my fav to write

⋆｡˚ ♡ spooning: reserved for the clingiest of people, those who wanna feel your warmth no matter what, snuggled tight holding your back to their chest under a blanket and falling asleep to the slow breaths you make in your slumber

nobara: she's a girl with a very busy life, socially and academically, so when she finally gets to come home and relax into you, her back being embraced by you and held snugly to your chest as she sighs in content, she's as happy as can be. especially after a nice warm shower to wash the day's work away, curling up in bed in her jammies and taking a well deserved nap is all she needs. she gets very irritable if (god forbid) she cant be with you for a while

yuuta: he's a very sweet boy, even when sleeping. if u two end up cuddling, you'll somehow always end up being spooned, no matter how you two fell asleep. yuuta claims he has no idea how this happens, but youre starting to doubt him when you fell asleep at the foot of the bed and woke up with a snoring yuuta behind you. though, you dont have it in you to push him away, considering the way he grumbles and reaches out for you until youre back in his arms

getou: while he wasn't the one to initiate being the little spoon, that seems to be the role you gave him when you first started sleeping in the same bed. even while he was relaxed, his back muscles seemed to entrance you enough to want to stare at them while he slept. he wasn't surprised or offended at your reasoning of course, quite the opposite. you were fueling his already huge ego so how could he deny you? now, he'll rest with the feeling of your deft fingers combing through his hair, while your other hand was running across the bumps and crevices of his back.

⋆｡˚ ♡ hugging: for the cuddling enjoyer who also wants to smoosh your face with their chest. legs tangled together, the comforting scent of your shampoo in their nose and their hand gently cupping the back of your head

gojo: speaking of the clingiest man alive. he treats you like a stuffie half the time while you two sleep, hugging you tight to his chest and having your face buried in the crook of his neck while he snoozes away. much like yuuji, the pressure of you against his body helps relax him, but unfortunately for you, that means this 6'3 man squeezing you as tight as possible and stacking on blankets on top of your combined bodies. let's hope you two live somewhere cold

inumaki: he always slept in fetal position before you two started dating, so this was just naturally how you two began cuddling. inumaki either slept at 8 pm sharp or he'd still be awake when you got up in the morning, so who was cuddling who was never consistent. sometimes, inumaki slept with his arm thrown across your hip and his face squished against your side, and others he'd hook his arm around the small of your back and hold you while you slept

⋆｡˚ ♡ head on lap: sometimes you don't wanna go all out with cuddling your partner, and for those occasions look no further than the thigh pillow ™ for when you or your partner are too tired to move from the couch to the bed

maki: few words are ever spoken when you two do this. you could be catching up on your schoolwork, or talking with maki, or watching the tv, but often times you'll simply stop and roll over to lay on her lap, neither of you questioning or even batting an eye to it anymore. even when you first did it, there was only a moment of confusion in maki's face before she shrugged and continued talking to you

choso: when you asked him how he liked to cuddle one day, he shrugged his shoulders and answered with "whatever makes you happy." and while he meant it, you couldnt deny the pattern you noticed when you were lounging in bed, or sitting down, where choso would inevitably end up cozied between your thighs, his head resting on your tummy with his hand around your back. pro tip, he makes happy hums if you put your hand on his head

⋆｡˚ ♡ head on chest: who needs blankets when you have a whole other person? the classic and well loved position that lets them hold u as close as they can, arm snagging around your waist and holding you tight as you drift into dream land

megumi: you may have thought this meant youre laying on his chest. nope. it took a while for him to open up with what he wanted with you, physically, but it very quickly turned into routine how he'd wordlessly crawl into your arms and flop down against your chest, grumbling incoherently when you asked him what was the matter. you'd sigh and resume whatever you were doing, combing through his messy hair until the soft sound of snores filled the room minutes later.

nanami: this man does not play around about two things, children and his sleep. he's very particular with how he rests, as in you *will* be with him while he sleeps, and you *will* be placed on his chest, held tight as he snored away. youre his wonderful break from monotony, a shining ray of sunshine in his cold and unwelcoming world, so forgive him for being clingy while he rests. though, this does come with the downside of him becoming restless if you're ever away. dont worry! he has a pillow with your scent sprayed onto it for this very occasion, just in case

toji: he wasnt huge on cuddling at first, both not used to it and finding it inconvenient to deal with if he needed to do anything at night. he didnt sleep well before you, and even if that hasnt changed, you snuggling up to him like a huge teddy bear at least gave him something to focus on in those sleepless fits he often has. on the rare occasion he sleeps before you awaken, youre extra careful to press a kiss to his chest as he silently rested underneath you

⋆｡˚ ♡ in their lap: cuddling doesn't always have to mean sleeping, of course. sometimes its just a really really long hug with your partner. for times like this, curling up in someone's lap while you laze your time away sounds like a paradise

yuuji: at first, scooting you into his lap was just an easy way to keep you close while he had nothing else to do, arm secured around your waist while you either scrolled through your phone or talked to him about your day, the mundane things he loved about you. but, as he soon found, you on his lap added the extra bonus of pressure! a sturdy weight and warmth on his body, allowing him to relax and melt into you in those moments of silence shared between you two.

sukuna: lets just say you're lucky he's touchy at all with you. he'll tolerate surprise hugs or pecks on his shoulder, but the only physical touch he seems to ever enjoy is when you're slotted in his lap, free to touch and poke at whenever he pleases. you'd whine if he pinched your cheek, squawk if he pressed his nails into the meat of your thighs, glare at him if he groped your ass. all those lovely reactions are a fair trade for you scooting yourself into his lap and using his chest as a pillow, he deems

NSFW UNDER CUT!!! MDNI

⋆｡˚ ♡ cowgirl: save a horse, ride a cowboy seeing you take control is unbearably sexy. pivoting your hips up and down on their dick while your hands grip at their shoulders, or having their hands grab at your ass while you slowly grind down against them. either way theyre yours for the taking

ino: a loveable, yet irritating trait of your boyfriend, is that he struggled to fuck you again after a round. you couldnt blame him, with how fast and hard he pounded into you and how he'd always make sure to hit your sweet spots until you were spasming and cumming around his cock. but when you werent satisfied just yet, he spared no time lifting you up into his lap, eagerly offering his cock for you to use as you pleased. and really, how could you pass up an offer like that?

getou: why should he have to do the work when you look this good riding him? his eyes never leave yours while you're bouncing in his lap, the slap of your skin against his backing up your huffs and whines of pleasure, looking at him so pitifully when he backs his hips down out of you. "you want more? come on honey, work for it. thaaat's right, move your hips just like that f' me" he'd egg you on so sweetly, smiling at your pout while you spread your legs and angled your hips to take him deeper inside

⋆｡˚ ♡ doggy style: nasty mfs who live for seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust or slap they give you. the way your tiny waist arches down and your chest is pressed flat against the sheets while they're pounding away at you is unbeatable to them

yuki: behind every woman with a big ass is an even bigger strap, and yuki is the prime example of that. she loves to fuck you in front of a mirror in this position too, cooing at you for being so good at taking her dick while fucking you with aimed precision, making you look at yourself while shes thrusting deep inside you. its enough to make you melt into the sheets and wail at the onslaught of pleasure going through your body, but dont worry, she still has so much more to give you

⋆｡˚ ♡ against the wall: can you say desperate? they love this position so much, sloppy makeouts that lead to pinning you against the nearest surface because they feel like they'll die if their lips leave yours for even a second

gojo: call him a showoff, because its true. in this position, he can show you just how small you are compared to him, size and strength wise. bouncing you up and down on his cock until your pretty head doesnt work anymore, seeing your eyes oggle his flexed arms and the space where he was fucking up into you. this paired with fucking you inside his office? his dick has never been harder. the thought of someone hearing how good youre getting fucked, coupled with your horrible attempt at muffling your cries and moans makes him so fucking turned on

shoko: shes a true switch, which means its a toss up for whos gonna be on the wall in this position. it all depends on her mood, and who shes had to deal with today. if it was a slow day at work, she'll happily make out with you and grind her knee into your crotch against the door of your apartment for as long as she pleases. though, if her day was more hectic, shes not so subtly grinding herself onto your lap and pressing her fingers into your mouth, sighing woefully about how stressed she is until she expectedly pulls out her fingers, waiting for you to offer yourself to help her

⋆｡˚ ♡ 69: they love the competitive-ness of this position. being able to grab your hips and shove them down onto their flat tongue, getting harder when they can feel how much you're struggling to focus from their mouth. but when you grind down into their mouth while bobbing your head on their cock? hooh

toji: hes so mean when he has you like this.. ruthlessly bucking his hips up into your tight and wet throat, sloppily licking and sucking at you and twitching at the feeling of you gagging when he hits the back of your throat. you can barely move your head, your brain getting fucked out by toji's tongue and lips expertly taking you apart piece by piece. you never lasted long when he had you like this either, much to his delight. eagerly lapping up your cum while you moaned and hopelessly squirmed in his grip felt better than any orgasm hes ever gotten, though your throat comes at a very close second

nanami: nanami can at times forget this position is for the both of you, with how into it he can get. hes good about it at first, groaning into you from the way your tongue licks and swirls around his thick cock. but the more he tastes you, the more ravenous he gets with his sucks against you, licking up any stray wetness that threatens to fall down your thighs as the pace of your sucking slows and breaks. you can try to lift your hips away from his tongue, but good luck with that. the grip he keeps on your thighs is near impossible to break, even if your an orgasm or two deep into the session

⋆｡˚ ♡ mating press: whispers of them others name falling right into their lips as their hips rock into you, thighs pressed tightly against your chests and your legs shaking on top of their shoulders. the closeness of this position never fails to rile them up, allowing them to see every little face you make, and hear all those noises they fuck out of you

sukuna: youre helpless underneath him, and thats the way he likes it. you can barely move around when his large, muscular frame is pinning you plush against the sheets of your bed, arms forced to clumsily hold onto his shoulders as he fucks you so deep, so harshly that you choke on your own breath from the power behind his thrusts. "sssuku-na, please, too mm-! is' toomuch, oh" your pleads fall on deaf ears, his thrusts never faltering nor easing up with their intensity.

choso: he honestly thinks he'll die if he isnt pressed up against you while hes fucking you. it all feels so intimate when hes got you with your legs bound to your torso from his chest, his thighs holding your body steady while hes all up in your guts. he feels so wonderfully deep inside you like this, hardly able to get out a full sentence from the way you squeeze and milk his long cock, crashing his lips into yours as tears start to well up in his eyes from how good it all feels

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the-record · 8 months

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kissing lessons: 1

synopsis: ellie’s a year older and the smartest girl you know. such a shame she can’t stick around.

song: kissing lessons - lucy dacus

pairing: young!ellie x young!reader

warnings: none????

a/n: this was so fun to write and pt 2 will be out, this lowkey just sets up the next part(s?) also barely proofread, im lazy

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

“mom, can i go meet ellie?”

“did you finish your dinner?”

you hummed, setting the dirty plate in the sink beside her. “please? i did my homework too. and fed the dog!” she stopped washing dishes and looked to you. “pretty please? with a cherry on top?”

she sighed and rinsed a plate. “alright. but you come right home when the street lights turn on. okay?” you hugged her waist and slipped on shoes before running out the door.

she was waiting for you standing on the seat of a swing. “that looks dangerous!” you called as you ran over.

she turned back, hopping down when she was it was you and sitting properly. “says who?” you rolled your eyes and set at the swing beside her. “did you see mr. anderson today?”

you giggled and nodded. “i feel bad for abby, must be kinda embarrassing to have your dad as principal.” ellie nodded in agreement, humming a tune.

“i dont like abby.” you cocked your head at her, a silent question in your eyes. “she’s such a show off in p.e. and she gets special treatment because of her dad. so unfair.”

you kicked off, sending the swing into motion. “i think she’s smart. and pretty.”

“yea…” ellie joined you, pumping her legs back and forth to get higher. “my uncle’s in town.”

“your uncle?” she nodded, looking forward at the tree line. you thought for a moment before speaking. “have you ever even met him before? what’s he like? is he like mr. miller?”

she smiled softly. “he said to stop calling him mr. miller. said it makes him feel old.”

“he is old!” you both laughed, still flying high in the air.

ellie stopped kicking, though you didnt notice, very slowly losing air. “uncle tommy is nice i guess. his wife scares me a little.” she sighed before turning to you. “i didnt see you at recess, where were you?”

your feet grazed the ground as you came to a stop. “cole asked to play tag.”

“but you hate tag,” ellie said, getting off to stand in front of you. “did you play tag with him?”

you shrugged before nodding. “my mom said i should. says he likes me.” you kicked at the ground, staring at the wood chips moving. “boys chase girls they like.”

ellie huffed and crossed her arms. “but he’s mean, he teases you. all the time!”

“boys are mean to girls they like too.”

“that makes no sense.” she flopped to the ground, arms still crossed across her chest.

you got off the swing, sitting in front of her. “what do boys like?”

“i dont know… kissing i guess.” she averted her gaze as she said it, choosing the ground to focus on.

you were taken aback. kissing? only old people did that, you thought. how do you even kiss? what if he tried to kiss you, and you didnt know how? “do you know how to?”

“what? how to kiss?” you nodded shyly, meeting her eyes. “yeah. i could teach you tomorrow, after school. joel and tommy are going out.” you nodded again. “okay. we’ll walk to my place from the bus stop then.”

the lights flickered on, signaling your time to leave. “i better get going.”

ellie nodded in agreement, getting up and holding out a hand to you. she pulled you in a hug before pushing you towards your house and walking backwards to her own. “ill see you tomorrow!”

you smiled and waved as you both ran home, butterflies fluttering.

“who is this ellie character?” your mom looked to you in the rearview mirror as she asked.

you smiled, sitting up to tell her. “my friend. she’s a year older than me, but she lives across the street. mr. millers daughter.” your mom hummed as you continued. “she’s really funny and nice. im going over to her house after school today.”

“and mr. miller doesnt mind?” she asked as she pulled into the drop off line.

“no ma’am.”

she parked and turned around, a smile on your face. “alright then. you have a good day, and please be good at the millers.” you nodded grabbing your backpack.

the day dragged as you waited for the bell to dismiss you. when it finally did, you met ellie by the bus, clambering on together.

“i found lip gloss in sarah’s room. she told me i could have it because she didnt use it anymore.” ellie smiled as she told you the plan.

“i wish i had a big sister. sarah is so cool.” you both nodded before moving on to some gossip you’d heard that day.

you entered ellies house hand in hand and she pulled you to her room. giggling as you sat the on the bed, ellie grabbed the gloss from her nightstand and sat in front of you. you tried to keep a straight face as she put it on you, and she tried to when you did the same.

“okay, now do this.” she puckered her lips as you giggled. “c’mon…” you nodded and copied her. “okay. now we lean in and… close our eyes!” you felt nervous as she sat up straight. “ready?”

you both leaned in without a second thought, your lips barely touching before you both pulled away giggling. “this is so weird.” ellie agreed with you, nodding and smiling.

“good weird.”

you ‘practiced’ a couple more times and fell beside each other on her bed.

“was that your first kiss?” you wondered aloud.

she hummed, turning to look at you. “yea. was it yours?”

“yea.”

“what do you mean you’re moving?”

you jumped up from the bed when ellie gave you her big news. how could she be moving? she couldnt leave you.

“dad says he wants to be closer to uncle tommy. apparently he and maria are… ‘in the family way’ or whatever.” she picked at her cuticles, pressing down on her thumb when it began to bleed.

you groaned and crossed your arms. “thats so unfair!”

ellie’s eyes teared up and you sat down beside her, leaning your head on her shoulder. “im gonna miss you.” you whispered. “a lot.”

“me too.”

you had to have been mistaken. ellie had moved away so long ago, there was no way she was back. there was always new people filtering in and out of your town, must’ve been one of them.

but mr. miller was harder to excuse.

“ellie, isn’t that your old friend?”

the butterflies crept back in as she turned around, her eyes locking with yours.

“damn. you grew up.”

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aajjks · 5 months

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Mommy Issues (IV)

synopsis. They wanted you, they needed you.

pairing. yandere!single dad!jungkook x fem!reader.

warnings. yändêrê bêhãvïöür, 0 tö ä 100 rêäl quïck, ängst, jk ïs kïnda än äss ïn thïs, mänïpülätïön, dëprëssïon, mëntïöns of vïöliêncè.

note. hello y’all. 😳 umm it’s surely been a while… but here’s another update, enjoy! and please share your feedback and thoughts! also send in asks for mi characters as well. AND PLZ DONT FORGET ABOUT MI KOO.

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Jungkook regrets saying that out loud because now you’re gonna think that he’s a creep, or definitely a weirdo. You’re staring at him completely caught off guard and he doesn’t blame you.

But before he can overthink and let his anxiety take over, because of how creeped out you must be at his remark, why did he even say that out loud it was unnecessary… you give him a small smile, and all of his nerves immediately calm down. The effect that you have on him… he’s so in love with you.

“U-Uh I’m so sorry how inappropriate of me… yeah, I remember not in the school, right.. Ms yn I’m so sorry.” Jungkook looks down in his lap, but all he sees is Jeon Seol staring back at his father, with a confused look in his Bambi eyes, even though there’s no no one left except for him, you and his son he still feels really bad because you must feel really uncomfortable.

“Well..” you clear your throat, “I don’t think there’s anything in particular that I need to tell you about the progress of his studies because he’s doing good in them but behavior wise,” your smile, fades a little and you’re all serious now, he notices every inch of your expression.

You look concerned.

“you don’t have to worry about Seol getting lost in the school the assistant teacher will take care of him because there is something that I need to discuss with you about him in private.”

Jungkook looks at you with confusion, because what possibly could you be telling him that you need Seol out of the room for?

“I-Is everything all right?” Jungkook stutters out, his nerves are back once again. You don’t say anything and that just scares me one more because what did his five year old do for you to be so serious? But jungkook has got your hint and he whispers something in his son’s ear before Seol runs off.

You sigh before saying, “Mr. jeon.. I’m a little concerned.”

“On Thursday, Seol punched a student because he said I loved him more than Seol.” You cross your arms across your chest. Your demeanor has completely shifted and you look so serious.

Damn, you look really hot- he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t even listen to what you’re saying that is until the word punched settles in his brain.

“what? W-What?” he’s so confused right now. Jungkook cannot believe that his five-year-old punched someone. “Uhh what?” Dumbfounded he asks you once again.

“Yes… the child was even bleeding…” you shake your head, “as his teacher, I feel like I failed him because he wasn’t an aggressive violent child..” Jungkook doesn’t like the way you get a little sad.

No, it’s not your fault.

“Mr Jeon.. he’s a little possessive… for a five-year-old I don’t think that’s healthy… I mean I love him with all my heart I love all my students, but.. it seems like he wants me to only love him.”

Jungkook wants to scoff. And what is so wrong with that? Yeah he shouldn’t have punched the kid, but the kid must’ve instigated him. But he decides to keep his expressions neutral.

“Is everything all right? you’re his parent and I think it’s my responsibility to let you know everything about him.” The way you speak is so tender, so professional and gentle, but he feels a little pissed off.

You have left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“A-Are you saying that you don’t love him? Or that he’s got a problem?” His could you- can’t you see you’re breaking jungkooks heart right now?

“If only he had a mother…” he sighs, sadly.

Jungkook nods, coughing so he can clear his throat, he doesn’t want to come off as mean, but.. he cannot help it anymore.

“I understand… I think that my son has misunderstood you.” He begins, as he gets closer to your face. “he has confused your role in his life, I’m so sorry for that, but the truth is that he sees you as his mother-rather than a teacher and..” he takes a breath, “you’re not his mother. You’re just his teacher.” He barely manages to resist Make sure that his tone is appropriate.

And you’re speechless.

He immediately sees a change in your expressions and your mouth is a little wide when you hear him say that. “ I’ll make sure that he understands that and he will never do it again I am so sorry.” Jungkook smiles, Before he leans back in the chair.

“I’ll even apologize to the boys parents.” Jungkook just wants to get away from you now, first his father and now you.

This is the worst day ever.

And tomorrow he has to meet his father. Someone kill him.

“can I go now? Also, please could you tell me the boys name?” He is not speaking to you with a smile. As you tell him the boys name and his parents names, he can tell that you’re almost about to cry, for some reason.

That’s how he feels right now too. Maybe you’re not what he thought you were. You will never understand him or his son.

“Well Ms L/N have a good day.” he chooses to address you with your last name as compared to your first… jungkook doesn’t know why he’s feeling so bitter right now, but he feels like you’ve crushed his heart.

He just made him feel like his son has a problem and that you don’t love him. He almost feels a sense of betrayal.

He can just sulk in the car so he gets up before bowing to you, as his son’s teacher, he has to show you some respect, and he picks up Seol’s bag that was on the floor before he ran off, and he’s out of the room.

What a heavy heart, and a heavy conscious.

It’s about time that jungkook lets his son know that you’re not his mother. You’ll never be. You’ll never understand them. Truth is that you’ll never want them and need them like they do.

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zhvakinnn · 2 months

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Hi can't find your rules or anything and I'm sorry if this is out of your comfort zone but may I request the sbg crew and cuddle headcanons where reader is the big spoon. If possible can the reader be male?

Hii, yes sorry i haven't done my rules yet I'm kinda getting lazy but i will make one 🫡

Male reader!

Warning/s: homophobic's

Characters: Logan, Ben, Aiden

Part 2 characters : tyler, Taylor, Ashlyn

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

Logan fields

∆ He always wanted to be hold tight because he finds you're hug comfort

∆ whenever he got beaten up all he wanted was your hug, he always stopped you attacking Barron

∆ " he literally fucking beat the shit out of you for not doing his homework?! How can't i beat his ass too!"

"please, i just want a hug.."

∆ you'll see him startled when you raising you're voice, you suddenly stop and wanted to melt

∆ you'll just stop being mad then hug him telling him I'm sorry

∆ so whenever he wanted to hug he wants to be the little spoon because like i said he finds comfort in your hug's

Bonus fanfiction:

You we're all looking for Logan he said his going to the bathroom so you went there but as you went there you saw him and Barron hearing their conversation

"you think that little boyfriend of yours is gonna save you faggot?"

That last sentence hit you, you noticed Logan looked at you widen eyes you can see him having a black eye

"who you calling little and faggot?.."

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You and Barron ended up in the guidance room

Once you got out you glare daggers to barron as he walk out with his new bruises you scoff as you went to find your gang

Once you got there they looked at you in a worried faces they all ask you if you're ok, i only nodded and looked at logan who was more worried once we all got home Logan wants me to go in his house

His grandparents asked me how i got these bruises then i explained to her grandma what happened while Logan got a ice

"thank you for protecting my grandson, now i know who will protect him after i die"

"grandma please don't say that..."

Logan finally got the ice and you two went upstairs once you got there he hugged you and he buried his face in your neck

"thank you.."

You smiled and cuddle for a while

" i love you too"

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Ben Clark

∆ another one of those who were bullied which means he likes being hold aswell well sometimes if you're not in a good mood he will hug you but most of the time you're hugging him

∆ he likes being a small spoon because of his anger issues too, whenever his mad just take him somewhere private and hold him like a damn baby because he is

∆ like dhar mann would say 'dont judge a book by its cover' he may look tough and imitating but inside his such a softie

∆ when you two are cuddling he likes to play music in the background

∆ "hey what happened to him?"

"(name) finally you're here ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ"

Aiden was covering Ben's face and saw his fist rolled

∆ you have to drag him in the bathroom to hug him and tell him to calm down

Bonus scenario:

You were all in the classroom then the bell rang meaning its lunch time

You stretch a bit then when to ben who was sleeping

"love c'mon were to the cafeteria"

You nudge him a bit then he woke up when he lifted his head he smiled at you making your whole body melt

"ok c'mon now you lover birds"

That make him chuckle and so was i when he got up i hold his hand tight, we were all chatting in the hallway while walking to the canteen

You were both holding hands then a bitch went between you too

"exuse me"

She pushed you and Ben apart making Ben angry

"hey hey its ok nevermind her" He sigh and nodded

Then the same girl came annoying you again and again and again

"you're a disgusting homo"

It kept that on Ben's mind

Once you tag along with aiden chatting with him on the way

I pulled ben upstairs

"its ok nevermind her I'm here and i love you" you smiled as you hug him

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Aiden Clark

∆ sometimes you hate him being a small spoon because he wont stay still while sleeping!

∆ you, him and Ben went to a sleepover and he wanted you to hug him behind his back but as you hug him he will turn towards the wall, then the ceiling, then at you and annoying you're face

∆ "i might be annoying but i know you love it (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆" you wanna deny it but you cant because you love him

∆ like Ben he wanted to listen to music but his more into you humming him a lullaby

∆ he's so clingy

Bonus scenario:

He was so hyper everyday but today its ten times worst

Everyone looked at you and like 'how the hell did you get together with this maniac' or ' how do you have so many patients'

After all this you just wanna lay down and sleep

When he was yapping something who knows what that is he suddenly stop when he saw you getting annoyed

For the rest of you're class you wonder what happened to aiden he suddenly became silent

He might be annoying but you miss him yapping

"what the hell happened to him?"-tyler

" yeah he suddenly became-" -taylor

"silent..." -ashlyn

You shrug and looked at aiden once you got him home you greeted his parents and went to his room

" ok what..why...um why did you suddenly became... Silent?"

You said but panic when he looked down the ground, when you're about to speak he said

" am i annoying?"

Oh no no no

" why would you say that" you melt at his words why did he suddenly said that

" because whenever i talk to you you just frowned, i know that fine with everyone for me but whenever i talk you're face suddenly change to annoyed"

You didn't answer and just hugged his head

"I'm sorry I'm sorry i didn't mean to be like that but I'm just stressed but i shouldn't do that I'm sorry i love you"

He hugged you back as you both lay down you hum him a lullaby and both of you fell asleep

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The Violet Thread of Fate Part One:

The Reclusive Wizard and the Cheeky Upstart

POV || Third Person, dual POV Gale Dekarios and Elinna Inklynn (Tav)

Pairing || Elinna Inklynn (Half-drow tav) and Gale Dekarios

Length || 5,500 Words

Scenario || In an alternative timeline for the events of BG3 Elinna Inklynn, an orphan from the Moonshae Islands seeks out the tutelage of accomplished wizard Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep. She has a knack with the Weave, but no money or connections to actually learn how to harness it. She has heard the wizard is a gentleman and a schollar, and hopes she can appeal to him to take her on as his apprentice in exchange for her help around his tower, with his research, and in running errands in Waterdeep. Unfortunately for her, Gale Dekarios does not take on apprentices.

Warnings || Age gap (Perhaps about 10ish years), depiction of depression and heart ache, description of very, very mild body horror.

A/n || I hope you all enjoy this very indulgent little fic I'm starting. I am already having entirely too much fun with it. Please keep in mind that while this fic will have a good amount of characters and scenarios from the canon events of BG3 I am planning on taking a lot of creative liberties and may leave out certain situations/characters for the sake of flow!

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A Reclusive Wizard

“Mr. Dekarios, if you would just consider it–” Tara suggested as she fluttered alongside her charge.

“Tara, no,” Gale said. “We are not dropping the wards and we’re not taking visitors. The orb is too volatile.”

“But, Mr. Dekarios–I’ve told you this isolation of yours–”

“Tara–enough,” Gale shouted, exasperated. “You are my friend. You’re not my mother. I’m a grown man, who has done quite well for himself, might I add, and I don’t need your–your incessant fussing.”

“Mr. Dekarios!” Tara tutted, her whiskers perking forward with her disapproval. “My incessant fussing is what helped you figure out how to stabilize the orb in the first place, may I remind you. And if you so tire of my incessant fussing, allow me to divest of its burden! I may not be your mother, but your mother is a friend to me and will happily put me up.”

“Tara,” Gale said. “Wait–I didn’t mean you should leave–”

“I know that. But I am also quite aware that my willingness to fetch magical items and act as your little familiar has proven to only enable your reclusive habits,” she retorted. “Perhaps you will not listen to me, but when you run out of biscuits for your tea, perhaps you’ll see the reason in getting a little bit of fresh air…and perhaps a bath…and for the sake of the gods a shave.”

Tara flitted her way up to one of the high windows in the tower, pausing on the sill before leaving.

“Tara, don’t go,” Gale said, his eyes taking on a sort of sorry, piteous quality. “Please, just stay here.”

“Mr. Dekarios, those big glittering eyes won’t work on me any longer,” Tara said. “I’ve known you too long to be bewitched by your pouting. If you so wish me to return, you can come fetch me at your childhood home. The walk will do you well.”

And with that, she soared right out of the window, leaving Gale of Waterdeep entirely and utterly alone.

Gale scowled up at the window she’d escaped from before sighing and smearing a hand down his face. He cupped his hand over his mouth and heaved out a low grumble, lost in thought as he often was these days.

Perhaps Tara was right…maybe it was time to leave the tower. To engage in the ease of camaraderie at The Yawning Portal, reach out to the colleagues that had tried to pay him a visit in the year since his relationship with Mystra had come to an end–since this tangle of Netherese magic made a home of his chest cavity.

But it wasn’t just the volatile nature of the orb that worried him. It wasn’t as if he thought a raucous night with his friends would trigger an explosion to level the city he called home. Even with the constant peril of the orb in his chest being destabilized by a too-strong emotion, there was a deeper fear inspiring the reluctance.

Gale Dekarios was used to being an outlier. Unfortunately, it was the otherside of the coin of being a particularly gifted wizard. As a child, it had been a source of ostracization. As an adolescent it made him the subject of many an ill-begotten rivalry. As a young man he had begun to learn how to minimize the isolation by compensating for the inevitable inferiority complex he inspired in others by learning to be charming and funny–to couch his corrections in complimentary language so that he could have some measure of friendship.

It wasn’t often that he could find people that could keep up with him or converse with him on his level–at least, not where the subject of magic came into play. But he’d learned to accept that and enjoy the company of other wizards–even non-wizards–in different ways.

A game of lanceboard, the critical analysis of a book, a spirited debate on the merits of the shadow arts when applied to the correct endeavors. Now, as a man in his late 30’s with questionable knees, he felt nicely secure in his ability to play nice with others.

But this new sense of separation–this insurmountable mountain between himself and the other–had been so very devastating to the life he had carefully cultivated.

How could he listen to other people lament about their sordid love affairs, the politics at the academy–anything– with any measure of understanding or empathy? How could he confide in the people who he used to call his friends?

He was alone in the tower, but he wasn’t certain he could face the profound isolation of trying to connect with someone about his condition, only to find them staring back at him in utter befuddlement. Or worse, with soulless platitudes and what he could only describe as foolish optimism.

Who could possibly make him feel better when there was no way he could ever feel better? How could he listen to the woes of friends and earnestly care about them when he had been forsaken by the goddess of the only thing he held sacred in his life?

He couldn’t. That was a the truth of it. And that was why he didn’t want visitors. He didn’t want to subject his friends to the poor quality of his care; didn’t want to expose them to this unique brand of selfishness and bitterness.

He’d had enough of destroying things.

But he also knew he needed Tara–not just because of the artifacts, but because she was his oldest and longest standing friendship. And because the tower, in her absence, had already become unbearably quiet.

And he supposed it had been a while since he last saw his mother…

He sighed and turned away from his mess of a study, climbing up the two flights of stairs to his bedchambers. Once there, he conjured himself a bath as he undressed, leaving his house robes in a pile on the floor before stepping into the steaming water.

It smelled of bay laurel and lavender–an old combination that Mystra loved to use when they’d shared baths together. His mind drifted to the thought of his goddess cradled against his body, how small she felt even with her considerable power, the feeling of her silky hair catching on his skin as he kissed the hollow of her neck and…

“Don’t take that path in your mind, Gale. She’s the last person you should be thinking about right now,” he told himself as he gave his cheek a couple firm, bracing pats with his hand. He let his head drop back in the water and sighed.

The water filled his ears, quieting the ambient sounds in the room around him and creating an echochamber of his head. He heard the airy sound of his breaths coming and going in and out of his lungs; heard the gentle trickling sounds of his fingers creating tiny currents under the water; heard the sound of his heart still beating in his over-crowded chest.

He was still alive.

There could be hope for him yet.

Unlikely, sure, but there could be.

After washing up with some simple soap, he got out of the bath and toweled off.

He walked over to the small wardrobe where he kept his things and slapped a couple lazy splashes of a fragranced suspension he’d made onto his neck, favoring his pulse points as he used to when he’d go out for a night at The Yawning Portal. He trimmed his beard as a small concession to Tara (he would not be shaving it completely, thank you very much,) and got dressed.

He decided he would wear one of his nicer sets of robes. It’d been a while since he’d properly dressed himself in something other than simple tunics and roughspun practice robes. He started with some leather trousers and his under shirt, layering the criss-crossed front with car and fastening it with the ties at his waist to create a slender, tapered silhouette. Then he slipped the robe on, and paused as he caught a glance of himself in the mirror.

He’d not really been thinking when he selected the robe, but this was one of Mystra’s favorites on him. Various shades of violet with a wine-colored sash.

Violet, of course, was the color of the weave. Mystra’s color.

Would she want him to eliminate the color from his wardrobe altogether? Now that she’d left him to his devices? Surely a goddess couldn’t bar him from wearing a color. Hopefully not, considering more than half of his wardrobe was some shade of lilac, lavender or morning glory.

Whatever the case, he fastened the buckles and straightened the sash the wine colored sash, trying once again to put Mystra out of his mind. He did a flick of his hands to lace up the sleeves and then slid on some leather bracers for good measure.

It wasn’t as if he had any intention of doing any fighting or shooting any arrows, but he liked how they looked. And it had been so long since he’d looked in the mirror and thought to himself my, look at that handsome devil.

Finally he looked at the mop of his hair. It’d also been too long since he’d gotten a cut…now his messy curls fell past his shoulders when he usually preferred to keep it short enough to comb back with a bit of emollient or pomade. He was certain his mother would gripe about it and then he would have to deal with incessant fussing two fold between his mother and Tara. Still, it was dark outside–long past the time any salons would be open, so he gathered half of it up, bundling it as neatly as he could manage around his two forefingers and secured it with a two-pronged hairpin.

He looked at the earring on his wardrobe and hedged for a moment.

He’d been given the earring as a gift from Mystra when he’d first encountered her as a boy. He’d only stopped wearing it in the last year. Something had felt off about keeping it on–like a widower still wearing his wedding band. But it also felt wrong to leave his tower without it. It felt like a part of his identity.

“You’re ridiculous,” he said to himself in the mirror before turning from it and striding out of his bedroom.

…He returned not two seconds later and slipped the earring into his left ear. Damn it all. He couldn’t help what he was. A sentimental, heartbroken fool.

On his way out the door, he grabbed a hooded cloak and draped it over his shoulders. He lifted the hood, obscuring his face in shadow, hoping it would be enough to keep him from having to interact with anyone who wasn’t Tara of his mother. He considered, for a moment, casting an invisibility charm on himself…alas the concentration such a thing would require left him feeling exhausted at the thought of it. The cloak had worked for rogues and criminals for centuries. Suely it could work for him as well.

Finally, he left the safety and control his tower afforded him and walked out into the cold, Waterdhavian night.

A Cheeky Upstart

“Okay Elinna. Just…ring the doorbell. You’ve traveled all the way here. So just ring it,” a young woman told herself as she stood outside the wrought iron gates. “You sailed all the way from the Moonshae Islands, left every book behind, dealt with some of the worst sea sickness in all of the realms just to be here.”

Despite telling herself this, she had to shake out some of the numbness in her fingers from clenching her fists too tight. Or maybe it was just the nip in the air from the coastal evening. She couldn’t truly be sure.

As she stood there, her green eyes caught a streak of movement in the sky–some winged creature departing from a high window of the tower. She couldn’t quite make out what it was. Maybe a gargoyle? Or a mephit? An imp?

Something churned in her gut at the thought of Gale of Waterdeep cavorting with the infernal. Perhaps that was why no one had seen him in such a long time–maybe he’d made a pact with a devil and lost some of his humanity in the exchange. Maybe she ought to just turn on her shabby heels and book passage back home.

“You can’t do that, Elinna,” she told herself. “You already spent everything you have just to get here. You’re all in, now.”

But that was precisely why she couldn’t bring herself to tug on the chain to ring the doorbell. Who was she to show up at the door of one of the best wizards–a proper prodigy of composing strings of the weave; the apprentice of the famous Elminster, no less?

Well she knew the answer to that.

She was desperate. That’s what she was.

She’d been left at the Scribe’s Nest by her mother with nothing but a note and an old locket she couldn’t get open; drow craftsmanship. The note detailed her lineage as a half-drow, but begged the clerics of the temple to take her in and raise her. According to the note left in her swaddle, Elinna would be shunned and excluded by because of her impure blood.

A shame for both her mother and Elinna herself that the Scribe’s Nest had simply moved into an old Temple of Ilmater. The inhabitants inside were nothing but glorified librarians. They may have had access to all of the books in the world, but not a single one of her guardians actually knew how to use the information inside.

No. Instead, they tried to raise her to love cataloging the written word, but deny herself the joy of actually using anything she learned from the old dusty tomes in the temple. Even when she’d shown a natural knack for small magics, she had been discouraged from using them, leaving her with no choice but to practice in the wee hours of the night.

She knew she hadn’t much to use as a benchmark for her growth as a burgeoning young wizard, but she thought for all of the effort she’d put in she made a half-decent self-taught magician. All she needed was some proper tutelage to become something truly magnificent. Something worthy of the tales of great wizards that she’d read.

Which brought her here–to the first and only plan she had to seek out that higher learning. And now her future hung in the balance of whether or not her knock at the door–or rather the ring of the doorbell–would be answered.

Her heart pounded in her chest, at her temples. He leather fingerless gloves squeaked as she flexed and clenched her fists.

“Gah!” she cried, turning away from the gate, pacing across the narrow cobbled street, then pacing right back. She gasped in a few preparatory breaths and hopped from one soft-soled foot to the other. “Just do it, just DO it, Elinna. Just–”

The door of the tower opened, it’s underutilized hinges creaking as the man opening the door grunted.

“Damnable–old door–why did I make you out of iron,” grumbled the voice.

Elinna went entirely still, eyes going wide.

Perhaps it was habit from how many times she’d had to sneak tomes away from the restricted areas of the Scribe’s Nest, but she ducked behind the stone columns holding up the wrought iron gate and watched as the cloaked figure made his way to the gate and slipped outside of it with a wave of his hand.

She remained hidden as he looked down the road in her direction, his eyes looking too distantly to catch her small frame tucked away in the dark.

She’d seen sketches of the Gale Dekarios before, but she couldn’t help but feel they did him no justice. The etchings seemed to have emphasized the wizened qualities of his features; the lines around his eyes, the creases around his lips. They made him look sagely and–well–old.

But the real man, the one now standing in the flesh just a few feet from her was something different entirely.

He showed signs of age, of course. He was a middle-aged man, after all. But his lips were fuller, his beard a little more tidy, and his eyes…

His eyes were what made him look the most youthful. There was a sort of shimmer to them that she couldn’t quite describe, a sort of weight to his brow that made him look as if he was always curious, always observing.

She watched as he pulled his cloak a little tighter around him and turned the opposite direction, walking down the narrow street.

Wait, she thought. What am I doing?!

She hesitated for only one more moment before quickly hurrying after him. She searched her mind for all of the speeches she’d practiced for this introduction, but she was left wanting. She should have written it down so that she wouldn’t forget–or would it have been even more strange for read her introduction off the pages of a notebook?

It was all strange, of course; a girl crossing the ocean to show up on the doorstep of a stranger several years her senior. Asking for an apprenticeship when she hadn’t so much as sent him a letter of introduction or even had anything to offer in exchange except for chores, errands and meal preparations. Seeking tutelage from one of the most accomplished young wizards when she was still struggling with even the most basic of incantations…

But what else could she do?

The life of a Scribe Nest Archiver was not a luxurious one. She’d had to sneak out of the old Nest to sing songs at the local tavern to scrape what little money she could together to book passage to even get here.

Blackstaff wasn’t exactly inexpensive–and even if it was, she couldn’t hope to get in. Not with how poorly she handled the weave.

But Gale–she had read transcripts of his lectures, heard tales of how magnanimous and warm he could be. She even once met one of his friends at the tavern who was visiting the islands for this or that purpose–she couldn’t remember. She only remembered the tales of his kindness and generosity. Of his gentleman’s nature.

He seemed like her only real chance at ever mastering this art that sang to her like a harpy at roost in the bay.

God’s he was walking fast though. Perhaps it was just because she was so short in comparison to him, but she was almost having to run to catch up to him.

“E-excuse me,” she finally said when she was within earshot.

She saw the briefest glance back at her, the quickest flash of a startled expression, before he focused forward and quickened his pace.

“No, thank you,” Dekarios replied. “I’ve already a subscription to the Waterdhavian times.”

“Uhm, no–that’s not–” she stammered. “Wait, could you please stop walking so fast!”

“I’m in a dreadful hurry, good night to you,” he said dismissively, walking even faster as he pulled his cloak further to guard his face.

“Mr. Dekarios! I’ve come here to talk to you!” She shouted, a little crack of desperation coming out with it. “Mr. Dekarios I–”

He whirled on her, suddenly encroaching into her space. He was so quick that she almost stumbled backward and fell. Before she could, though, he seized her arm with one strong hand, stablizing her quickly before clasping his other hand over her mouth.

She stared up at him with wide eyes, bright irises flicking around his face as if she were prey caught in his snare.

“Shhhh,” he hissed before looking around, as if to see if anyone heard her. “Mystra’s Elbow, you’d think my reputation as a newly initiated recluse would have gotten around by now.”

Elinna swallowed dryly, critically aware of the feeling of his calloused fingertips on the soft swells of her freckled cheeks. She blinked up at him, unsure what to do. His hand felt warm through the roughspun, puffed sleeves of her Scribe’s Nest garments. Her feet were sort of turned in awkwardly after he’s caught her mid fall.

She wondered if it would have looked like she was being accosted by a thief to a wandering bystander. She supposed it didn’t matter because no one else was here. She knew she should have been afraid. That she was a young woman alone with an older man; that he’d rendered her silent and could easily do much worse. But she also knew that was likely the experiences at the tavern thinking for her.

Gale was supposed to be a gentleman. That’s what she’d always heard. And…

And his hands smelled like…like tea and old parchment and sage. There was a somewhat sharp quality to the fragrance–perhaps a suspension alchemized in alcohol of some sort. He must have made it himself.

“Now. This behavior of mine, admittedly, is abhorrent for a gentleman with a young lady. I will have to ask you to forgive my bad manners and to give me the grace of your understanding because I simply did not want to be greeted by anyone aside from my mother and my cat. Now. I am going to take my hand away from your mouth; apologies again for the rough handling. But I’m going to then need you to let me walk away. And perhaps most importantly, I need you to leave me alone,” Gale said quietly. “Do we have an accord?”

Elinna’s pale ginger brow furrowed and he tutted quietly.

“No, no. No crinkles of the brow, no narrowing of the eyes, miss,” he scolded. “It is by mere coincidence you’ve even caught me out of my tower. By all accounts this is an anomaly of the highest order and therefore…uhm…does not count. You should just forget this ever happened. In fact, I could help you do so if you like!”

Doesn’t count? What kind of logic–that was school-boy logic! And what did he mean help her forget?! She jerked her arm away from him and, perhaps in a moment of panic he tightened his grip.

“Alright, alright! I’m going to let you go–just– remember our deal, please,” he said, releasing her arm.

He winced slightly as he hesitated to remove his other hand from her mouth. She thought he had the same expression one might have if they were about to remove a cork from a vial of smelling salts.

He released his other hand, drawing it away from her mouth.

“Mr. Dekarios, I’ve come to ask you to take me on as an apprentice,” Elinna blurted out. “I know you have never met me, and that you have no notion of my ability or skill. And that showing up outside of a strangers house and asking them for a place to live–”

“I’m sorry, a place to live?” He interjected with an incredulous tone

“--and a comprehensive education in the arcane arts–” she continued.

“I assure you I do not have the time, and it certainly wouldn’t be proper for an older man to bring a young woman into his home to–” he interjected again.

“ But I have nowhere else to turn and…And I’m afraid I can’t take no for an answer.”

His brows shot up as she finally stopped speaking. She didn’t know what to make of that expression, nor the silence that followed. Elinna could feel her face beginning to warm and she knew from that her face was already starting to color with her own nerves. It felt the same way it did when a tavern patron made a bawdy joke at her expense–or about her body.

The silence was the most unbearable part, though. So she started to fill it, her face getting warmer by the moment.

“You’re silent,” she said. “Uh–right. Names. I’m Elinna Inklyn. I hail from the Moonshae Islands. I grew up under the care of the Scribe’s Nest Archivists and–”

“Elinna. Elinna,” he said, his tone almost pitying. “I’m going to stop you right there.”

She felt her heart sink as he pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head back, looking toward the sky. “Look, Miss Inklyn. I’m sorry that you came all this way, but. I am afraid you must take no as an answer. I cannot take on an apprentice, even if I wanted to.” He winced and almost half shrugged. “And frankly, I really do not want to. Even if I could do it, I wouldn’t want to do it.”

“But–if you’d let me explain–” she protested.

“No–no buts. Again, I am dreadfully sorry for the trouble you went through to get here. But…considering that you sought me out and addressed me by name, you must know who I am.” he said.

“Yes,” she answered.

“So, then you know that I am particularly gifted with manipulating the weave,” he said. “That’s why you’ve sought me out.”

“Yes,” she said yet again. “Well part of the reason but also because–”

“So, then I’m sure you could understand why I find the inadequacies of unskilled wizards irksome, correct? That if I were to take on an apprentice, it would be someone with a certain level of innate talent?”

Her brow furrowed again and she inhaled to speak, but before another word could fall out of her mouth a huge boom of sound tore out from the sky above them. She clapped her gloved hands over her ears and yelped.

“What was that?” she shouted.

The two looked up at the source of the sound only to see the sky split open like it’d been torn by a dull blade. Out of the opening flew a giant aircraft with writhing tentacles slicing through the air as if it were a squid traversing deep sea waters. The two wizards–one novice and one adept–balked at the appearance of the spelljammer, the size of it practically the size of Gale’s tower if you laid it on its side.

“A nautiloid?” They both said at the same time.

They met eyes briefly before Gale gritted his teeth and grasped onto her arm, almost flinging her away from him

“Get out of here, Elinna. And whatever you do don’t let the tentacles touch you,” he shouted.

She stumbled, almost falling on her face, looking back at him.

“What about you?!” she cried.

“I’m a wizard,” he said before turning and casting a bolts of ice at two of the tentacles that swatted out toward them.

“It’s a spelljammer!”

“I’m a very, very good wizard!” he said.

Elinna’s sense of self preservation won out over her worry for the man she’d come here to meet. If he thought he could take on a nautiloid, who was she to deny that? She turned and sprinted down the narrow street before dodging down an alleyway in hopes of getting cover from the massive tentacles that now swept down toward the ground like great, giant whips.

She chanced a single look back to see Gale running just behind her, and the spelljammer that was traveling far too quickly and far too low to the ground for comfort. He followed her down the alleyway, calling ahead. “Not that way! To the east–”

“I don’t know which way east is!” she shouted back.

“Are you kiddi–Eugh–LEFT,” he said. “LEFT, LEFT! Go LEFT!”

“Alright, I heard you!” she said. “No need to shout!”

“I will shout if I want to, now–Elinna, look out!”

She looked ahead just in time to see a brick wall and slipped on her worn soles as she tried to come to a screeching halt.

She slammed into the wall, but thankfully not with enough force to knock her out. She managed to clumsily tumble toward the left, dropping onto her fingertips just a moment before lurching back upright. Gale caught up to her and cast some spell–gust, she assumed– because a strong wind caught in the fabric of her clothes like a breeze in the sails of a galeon and made her feel like she was running on air.

He fought off another tentacle and she screamed as one almost tagged her, but smashed an old fish barrel to bits instead.

“Keep going. We’ll lose it on the main road,” Gale yelled.

They spilled out onto a wider street and she immediately regretted listening to the Waterdhavian native. It’d seemed a sound plan at first. But only if the goal of the ship was to find them specifically. When they made it to the street, Elinna realized that was not the drive of the nautiloid at all.

The main road was chaos. There were carts toppled over and people lying trampled on the ground. People ran and screamed, some of them were swatted by the terrifying power of the tentacles only to vanish into dust before they could make impact with the wall of a building or the floor below them.

Elinna froze in terror, realizing finally that her plight had gone from one of trying to secure a teacher of her own to one of simply trying to survive her first night on the mainland. It suddenly dawned on her that she might actually die here. She might die within moments.

She couldn’t think. Couldn’t move.

It was a mistake to stop, but she realized it too late. A horse cried out desperately and tore away from the frightening vessel. It tore straight toward her, its eyes wild, his nose gusting tufts of steam into the air like a machine. It pulled a market cart along with it, full of heavy barrels of meat and wine. She braced herself, squeezing her eyes shut and thinking about the magic she’d read about. Misty step–misty step, what was the incantation for misty step?

“I-Inveniam Viam!!” she shouted, the words sailing on waves of the weave and almost…echoing. There was the sweet taste of something on her tongue–the after effect of using the weave if her reading was any indication. She’d only tasted that once or twice before, but chasing that sweet, comforting experience was what brought her here. It’s what made her so desperately want to learn how to wield this magic.

When she opened her eyes, the horse was gone.

Unfortunately for her, so was the ground beneath her feet.

She’d somehow teleported into midair and, as if the weave was just as shocked as she was, she’d wound up suspended there for just the briefest moment, cradled by the strands of the weave she’d managed to manipulate. Seconds felt like minutes as he copper hair floate away from her face as she experienced true weightlessness for just moments. Then she felt the sickening churn in her stomach as she started to fall.

The floor just far enough to be lethal but not far enough to give her adequate time to figure out another spell. Her mind went blank with terror. In a moment of desperation, she found Gale in the crowd, a stationary man in a sea of fleeing people.

He looked at her in abject horror as she dropped like a dagger out of the sky. He looked utterly, woefully helpless.

She screamed, wrapping her arms around her as if she could brace her own fall, as if holding herself would hold her together.

Then, just as she was about to splat on the cobblestones into a puddle of bone and blood, a searing heat bloomed from the center of her back. She screamed again as she felt herself dissolve from the inside out, her innards liquifying into a primordial soup.

Her body went miserably hot, and then impossibly cold. No. Not cold–she realized–absent. She was vanishing from the center of her body. She watched in uncomprehending horror as her middle vanished, watched as her body evaporated like steam off a teacup.

Her guttural scream sounded from her and died in the air.

The last thing she saw before her vision went black was Gale still staring at her as he too succumbed to the nautiloid’s attack.

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satoru-is-the-way · 2 years

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A/N: This is number three!! Also you all can @ me but I personally hated how Jimmy acted with Tenoch. It felt like Jimmy mocked him and correcting the way he talks since Tenoch is already self conscious about his English. Like I got triggered. Tenoch being cute and sweet but Jimmy is being a bit rude.

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Summary: Tenoch and Reader are in a secret relationship but accidentally let's it out during the Jimmy Kimmel interview.

Warnings: Dirty Thoughts, Mentions of Smut 😳

"Please welcome (Y/F/N) and Tenoch Huerta!" Jimmy said followed by clapping and cheering from the audience. You walked out with Tenoch smiling and waving at all your adoring fans. You give Jimmy a quick hug before taking your place next to Tenoch who looked excited to be on the Jimmy Kimmel show. It was not your first time being here. "Welcome to the show. (Y/n) it's always a pleasure to see you." He smiled. The interview started off well. Mentioning your long Marvel history, how you frlt about being in Wakanda Forever. Then moved onto Tenoch and his experience. Of course he told the funny story of the zoom call freezing 5 minutes into the meeting. You laughed softly and leaned onto your hand watching Tenoch. How could you not be in love with this man?

It all started the moment you heard who had been chosen for Namor. You instantly looked up Tenoch Huerta remembering him from Narcos: Mexico you watched a while back. You felt yourself blushing at how attractive he was. Plus meeting him in person did not help. There was an instant connection with Tenoch. He was charming, sweet, adorable, kind, humble, silly, and the list could go on forever really. But nothing stood out more than his 'shame short', what he refers the skimpy outfits to. You both worked together for almost the entire shooting time. There had been very few weeks spent apart. Your character played a key role in the film being the Queen of Talokan.

"So (Y/n) how was working with Tenoch?" Jimmy asked breaking you out of the day dream.

"Ah he is an amazing man to work with."

It had not taken but a month of flirting before he asked you out and then fucked you that same day. Since then you two had been a couple. Yet decided it was not time for everyone else to know. You felt like two teenagers sneaking around. Stealing kisses, glances, dates, and rough sex. You two had a loving relationship and never had been happier.

"You two seem close. Almost every picture you two are side by side." Jimmy smirked.

"Ah, yes I mean we are close friends. Our character share many scenes together. Besides he is an amazing man to work with."

Tenoch looked over to you a slight flush in his face. "I never worked with anyone like her before to be honest. Most of my English lines I got scared. Some of my pronunciation is not perfect. (Y/n) really helped me with that. Calmed me and reassured me to just be myself." Tenoch looked toucher her knee in a trance. "That's why I love her." He adds not thinking about it.

The audience gasped at his slip up.

"Oh you love her?" Jimmy didn't miss a beat leaning toward the couple. Tenoch sighed deeply looking at you. You nod in response.

"We have been dating for a year now." He admits taking your hand.

"It's been such a happy time." You add and pulled him into a kiss the crowd cheering.

#marvel #mcu namor #namor #namor imagine #namor x reader #namor x you #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta x reader

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 1 year

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Replaced or not?

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3 Part-4 Part-5 part-6

For summary n details check out part-1

Pairing: Obey Me Characters x Mc!

"...."

Everyone was silent now. I look around to watch their face .

'seems to be in a quite distress huh' i thought.

'But I'll have to give an answer...agh.' As i opened my mouth to speak another voice squeaked .

"NO!!" Run-hai spoke as she got up from her table .

I looked at her with an raised eyebrows what is she up to .

"i-i mean y/n here is an exchange student she's not an object you can't just take her like a property!!! " She said.

'Damn this the same bitch who treated me like shit'

"This.. i don't like this "

"Yes you tell them Lucifer diavolo won't approve of this!!!" Run-hai spoke.

"This is her choice run hai what diavolo have to say would not matter in this decision "

Everyone started looking at me witch expectant eyes.

'Ok you can say this y/n a simple no and everything thing would go back to being.......like shit!'

"Yes i accept"

"What!!! No human you can't do this!!! As your first i order you to-"

"you can do no shit mammon sit down, and you Lucien don't think i like you or something....i just want to be away from these brothers "

"why would you say something like that sweetie"

"shut the fuck up asmo take your whore and leave"

"Don't talk like that to run-hai y/n I'm gonna tell you this one las-" belphegor spoke.

"you ain't gonna tell me shit little buffalo"

"You guys all of you made me feel like shit from the start like only run-hai was supposed to be here and not me , i always tried to gain your friendship but NOOO you guys only like whores like her, do you even know what she did to me huh? She always used to say fucking bad rumors about me , she back bitched about me and even bullied me and she did the same thing here , Tell me what will diavolo think of you Lucifer if he came to know you let me get bullied huh? I tried to tell you multiple time but you never cared about it and always rubbed me off like I'm some sort of pest. All of you i hate all of you" i screamed my heart of them as they just stand their looking guilty.

"I apologize-"

"Apologizing would do you no shit Lucifer leave "

___________________________

As all the brothers left Satan remained behind

"y/n i-"

" none of that was meant for you Satan you know that "

"I know and I'm sorry i couldn't protect you better"

"it's ok , I'll live"

Satan smiled at me as he took his leave .

I sighed as i felt arms around my waist enclosing me to something warm .

"y/n~"

"hmm..."

"That was some really good acting"

I smirked " i know right I'm so good at this".

[A/N]: is that a plot twist you smell huh *sniff* *sniff* yes i suppose.

Also I'm thinking of writing some one shots... Should I guys you tell me !! Also please leave a feedback it helps with motivation.

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yuyu1024 · 6 months

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I think... I love you

Pairings: Yunho × y/n x Mingi

Genre/tags: arrange marriaged, love triangle,

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞📢 cheating (don't do this) smut/angst, cursing, pet names, a hint of family relationship issue but not much, smoking, fetish/kinks, jealousy

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.2k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: continutation of 'Won't you regret it?' I hope its a good part 2 for you guys

-- also question... if you are the FL... who would you chose?

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated 😊

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"Are you alright?"

Yunho enters our bedroom bathroom where I am standing in front of the mirror, zoning out. He is busy undoing all the buttons of his white shirt.

"Since we came back from my parent's house... you've been quiet."

Usually when we are together, I nag. Just a tiny bit. Or maybe not nag but you know chat. I rarely talk to anybody since I got married so, I talk whenever he is arround.

I always tell him what I did during the times he was gone like updating him since he have no clue what the heck is going on with me coz he is not the type to chat with you when he is away. He just text. Though very seldom.

"Yunho..." my eyes darts at him, through the mirror

"Hmm?" He answers while he's facing away and undressing.

"Can we have sex tonight?"

(I know what you may think. That sex is just my main purpose in life but i swear its not. I just... idk... find it... my go to when i dont know what to do? Plus how can I not want it if I have Yunho as my guy?)

He pauses unbuckling his belt and turns around, "do you really want to?"

I sigh as I face him as well. "I want sex. I miss sex." Then I look down at my dirty skirt. "I missed.... you... I guess..." I trail off, a whisper.

This is very out of my character. I admit I do ask him for sex when I want and need it. But saying I miss him outloud... thats new from me.

And yes he always ask me if I really want to. He always wants me to confirm what I want and need. He always makes sure that I am completely 100% okay with it. Because Yunho, well I did mention that he is amazing at sex right? Or if I haven't. HE IS. and If i also forgot to say that boy have kinks and fetishes, He does have. Also even though He looks like an angel, he does rough sex as well especially when he's really in his momentum.

I was stunned when we had our first rough sex during our honeymoon. I almost didn't recognized him. But that was fun. It was an experienced I never had before. (Don't worry it's not too extreme. Just a little spank, choking and tying my hands sort of thing. And this man loves biting my neck and shoulder)

"What did you say?" He asks. His eyes are wide and looks lost

I roll my eyes and turn my back to him. "Nothing..." he didn't heard me.

I guess I am a bit relieved he didn't heard me say I miss him. Because how dare me utter those words after what I did today? I let his friend, his bestfriend, eat me out and even agreed to have sex the next time we meet.

I am evil. I always tag myself as the poor girl who got married to a guy who I don't love, the girl her parent's threw under the bus and the girl who have nothing besides be a wife to him. The fuck? I am the worst person ever. Between the two of us, I am the devil.

"Well... do you want to have sex or not?" I ask again

He's now behind me. He snakes his arms around my waist as he watches me through the mirror.

"Don't you miss having sex with me?" I spat

"What do you mean?"

I turn again to face him, looking up. "Whenever you're home. I always ask you for sex. While.... You never do."

He crunches his brows "I do."

He does but of course the emotional girl in me feels like I ask for sex more than him.

"Not as many as I do."

"Does that matter?" He smiles

"Yes!" Not really. Maybe I just want more of him wanting me and needing me.

"Hmm?" He takes a step back, confused but still smiling. He's not offended by my drama

"Well... It makes me think that when you're away you must ha--" I pause for a second. I was supposed to add more drama by asking if he fucks other chicks than me but I saw something. "What is that?" I panic a little. It's bandage on his lower abdomen. Almost hidding on the hem of his pants. It's not big but still. "What happened?"

"Oh. It's just a small cut."

"Just a small cut? From where? How?" I look closer. "It's new..." I glance up at him, worried. "Yuyu... what happened...?"

"It's nothing..."

"Are you sure?"

He nods. "Yes... don't worry..."

Fuck. He is smiling. I guess it's not a big deal?

I sigh heavily. But it's not a relieved exhale. I know this has something to do with his work. He can always lie but I know. I am not that stupid.

We have been having sex coz... duh we are married. So we see each other naked. I've seen a few scars from his back and arms already. He might think because they are not big so its not that noticable. However I do see it. How can I not see it? I drool just gazing at his figure. I see everything.

"Hey..." he moves closer again and this time, super close that I could feel his boner through my skirt. "Don't frown... I just got back. And I want to see you smiling... not like that..." he softly says.

He cups my face with his one hand and plants the most delicate kiss I have ever received from him on the corner of my lips.

"I missed you too..." he adds before a smile creeps back in over his lips. "And... Yuyu...?" He suddenly says.

Oh crap he heard? Both? And now He's fucking teasing me! Wait. Did I really called him Yuyu outloud? Shit! That nickname is supposed to be for me only. Crap!

"Where did that came from?" He leans lower, making me arch my body to give him access and starts to kiss me on my neck. "Can you... Say it again..." he says in between kisses on my skin

"No..." I whine as I close my eyes

"Please... say it again..." he is talking so delicately all of a sudden. Sounding like a whine but a seductive request. "Say it..." his hands then gropes my boobs. My weakness.

"If I say it again... will you fuck me?"

My mouth then drops as his one hand goes straight to my core. He is caressing it and rubbing his palm on it, making me feel his fingers through my panties.

"Still on birth control?" He asks

I nod as we both look at each others eyes.

"Good."

He lifted me up, positioned me where I could sit comfotably on the top of our marble sink and spread my legs apart.

"You have no plans tomorrow.. right?" He tears up my panties making me gasp. "Coz... It will be a long night..." he snarls while he puts his pants and underwear down in one go.

I shake my head, answering no. I can't speak. I am... I am losing my mind.

He holds onto his length, aligning it with my folds and. "Answer me." He growls before he eases himself in. Full and strong.

"No!" I squeal. "I.. I have... I have no..." I put my arms around his nape, grabbing for dear life. "I have no plans..." I am breathing heavily.

My toes curls as he thrusts. Holy shit!

"Yunho! Ah!"

He is aggressive. This is different but good. Did he really meant it when he said he missed me too? Miss me how? Just for sex or miss ME?

"FUCK!" I hug him as he pounces me.

We both ruined our masters bathroom. It got messy. I need to personally rearrange our sink as I every beauty product, perfumes, body lotions and etc got thrown on the floor. Plus the towels oh god our towels. Hmm. We need to buy new ones.

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After spending time together last night, in my surprise he didn't leave the following day. He actually fucking stayed and I woke up afterwards, still embraced by him. He's sleeping so peacefuly beside me. I finally saw him again, looking like a baby and dreaming.

This is what I want. This is what I need. This is what will make me fall in love with him. The in between the sex. Him being there, present and us having morning talks and etc. Yes sex is part of anyone's life (as long as you want it of course) but the beauty of having someone beside you, always is different.

Maybe I am selfish to wish something from a man who married me for business but I hope I could atleast get this from him. I am not asking and wishing for him to love me (if ever I get to truly learn to love him through out this marriage) I just want him to be a partner to me. I want to have and experience what my parents didn't gave me growing up. Spending time with me, giving me the attention I need even without asking and care. That's all. I know not everyone can love me but atleast just those three. Just.... that. It's not an impossible wish right?

But then again, do I even have a right to wish these from him?

****

I have been zoning out a lot these past few days. I have been contemplating and thinking about me and Yunho. Mostly about me, about my random emotions, my needs and wants.

I am definitely at lost. I may be an adult but my brain can't handle this type of adulting called the "Feelings". Especially when it gets complicated like this because of my shit descisions. Meaning hooking up with Mingi.

Why did I even did it? Like what had gotten into me? I am not like this. I know I value people's feelings. Why did I break when Mingi had his hands on my boobs that day. Why did I spread my legs for him? Why? Why?!

Am I that hungry for sex from Yunho that core just said hello to the next guy that's had the same length as my husband even though its different type of dish?

Fuck. Now I am thinking about these men as food. I am CRAZY!

"Hello baby girl..."

I jump on my seat as Mingi shows up, kissing me on the cheek.

"What the fuck?" I hiss at him, glaring even. "Why did you kiss me?" I look around and could see Mrs. Jeong and Mrs. Song from afar busy looking at the set of jewelries on the table.

Fuck. I almost had a heart attack. Glad they are busy and focused on the sparkles.

"It's just a kiss on a cheek baby." He says in his low voice, a whisper.

"Still...." I exhale, exasperated

"You are not responding to my texts lately." He says as he sits down at the chair across me.

"I got busy."

"Busy?" He repeats, sounding a bit amused. "We had a deal..."

"I am doing it... the painting... I mean."

He chuckles, leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees. "Baby girl... that's not the only canvas we planned to paint... remember?" I see his eyes scanning me from my chest down to the thing between my legs. "I was promised a sex... you gave me little taste of what heaven feels like and you're suddenly backing out?"

"I'm...."

"Well...?"

I look away and try to focus on Yunho's mother picking jewelries she would like to wear for the ball.

"Can we talk about the painting later?" I say a bit louder so the others could hear.

He chuckles and lay his back, resting. "Fine."

"Is everything alright?" Mrs. Jeong asks

"Yes." I answer smiling.

"I see." She then goes to sit down beside me and shows me this amazing diamiond tear drop earrings. "This would really go well with the black heart neckline gown of yours.. for the ball."

I look at it and my jaw drop how pretty it is. "It will... but..."

"But?" Mrs. Song butts in. "What you mean but? That's one heck of an expensive earring darling... don't you like it?"

"Oh gosh... I do... I do, Mrs. Song.. " I hold her hands and thanked her for the jewelries she brought for us to check and chose from. However...

"Did Yunho said, you two will not go to the ball?" Mrs. Jeong asks

I press my lips together. Not responding to the question. But of course, Yunho's mom knows it already.

"That boy and socializing..." she sighs

"Your son is not going again? But he said he will. He said he will atleast try once he gets married. And now he is married with this wonderful woman.. why is he not coming again?" Mrs. Song says

"Yunho really can't keep promises. What's new?" Mingi stands up and goes to stand near the open window. He's going to smoke again.

"Even if he promised to his mother?" Mrs. Song is bothered and sad.

She was expecting to see me and Yunho to the ball she will be hosting for this halloween season. It's for charity and also her favorite time of the year so she's very excited. She wants everyone to be present and to have fun.

"Even to me... his godmother?" She pouts

"We all know he's like that... work is important to him than us..." he puffs a smoke out. "Sorry Mrs. Jeong..." he adds

"It's okay dear. I know it already so..." Mrs. Jeong puts the earrings back to its case and just smiles at me. "Anyways... we can still hope for next time."

"Yeah... we can." I mumble

So, it's not only me who have issues with Yunho keeping promises and being present.

"So," Mrs. Jeong stands up, hands together and smiling. "We will go now and do more meetings with the coordinators for the ball. Final run downs of the flow of the party, theme and set designs... how about you two?"

"I'll stay." Mingi answers immediately. "We have to talk about commission..."

"Commission?" Both of the ladies repeat

"He requested for me to paint a portrait of him..."

"Really?" Mrs. Song sound surprise

"Money will go to charity." I add

"That's good then!" Mrs. Song is happy to hear the word charity. "Looking forward for the painting... we can display it at the house when its done."

"Sure will." Mingi answers.

The moment everyone left the room and silence fills up the emptiness, Mingi chuckles as he sees how frozen I got onto my seat.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He says

"I know." I look down at my knotted fingers on my lap.

Yes. Mingi may look like he'd beat anyone up but he is gentle with me. Nice with me. I never once feel like he means any harm. Well except on our first meeting months ago. We argued yes but he is still sweet to me.

"Are you thinking about Yunho? On why he does not want to go to the ball?"

I look up at him and nod.

His snorts a laugh. "It's been awhile since you two got married. Don't you guys had any getting to know each other talks? Or its always sex when you two are together?"

My eyes twitching at his claims. (Though he is right)

"Anyways... don't care about your sex life with him." He walks back to the chair from earlier and puts off his cigarette on the ash tray.

"So?" I ask

"You should ask your husband about it...not me..."

"I did. He just said he's busy that day."

"That's lie. Every one's schedule of each families that are invited for that day, are all clear. It had been agreed on for years now. It has been a tradition for decades now. So... ask him again.

"Oh..." my back finally touches the foam of the chair I am sitting on.

Oh Yunho. Why is it so hard for him to talk to me? Be open with me? Did I not give him enough reason to trust me and to feel safe around me?

I had shared my life with him. The stories from my mother and the stories from me, He knows a lot about me more than anyone. My first crush, the first time I got my heart broken, the insight about my feelings about my parents and relatives. Even stories about my struggles with relationship with people. I showed him vulnerability. And yet, it is still one sided.

Yes he did tell stories about him too. His life when he was a kid, during his university days and his hobbies. But those are common knowledge (I think). All of that are also known by his family and friends. He never shared his own thoughts and feelings to me. He never let his guard down with me. It's always positive. Everything is okay and good.

Maybe for him, whatever we have, will remain a contract. Just a signed piece of paper for him no matter.

I think, I should just stop thinking about him. I should stop overthinking about us and whatever feelings I am slowling building for him. I will only get hurt at the end. I am just someone for him to have sex with when he's home.

I know, I know he did say he missed me too. Twice. But maybe he just says that because he miss sex. Not actually me.

"You're frowning..."

"Hmm?"

I glance up and see Mingi standing infront of me, leaning in as he lightly flicks me on the forehead.

"You're not listening to me..."

"What? Did you say something? Sorry... I was--" I stop. I could not tell him what I was thinking.

"Was what?"

"Nothing." I mumble before I get off my seat. "I'm just gonna go..."

"You're going? Just like that?" He says as I walk pass him. "You are in my house..."

"So...?"

"So?" He repeats, "Baby girl, didn't I made you feel good? Didn't you like my tongue in your pussy?" Here we go again. He is teasing me again. He always ask this whenever we meet.

I glare at him. "Stop." Hushing him as someone might hear him.

"Don't worry... everyone is gone. This is my house."

"What you mean gone?" I look around

"I don't have anyone here... I'm alone."

"That can't be."

"Oh yes... it can. My staff only comes here during the weekdays and they don't stay pass 6pm. I like my privacy."

"So you mean..."

"Yes." He slowly comes closer and closer. "It's a Saturday too... the staff you saw with my mother are hers. And they left with her already so..."

My back then hits a wall from whatever room we are in.

"We can do what was promised to me months ago and no one will know." He smirks as his body finally reaches mine.

"We can't..." I say quietly

"Why not?" He whispers, lowering his head and kissing me on the cheek. "I know you liked what we did last time..."

"I did." I can't lie about that.

"So what's holding you back?" His hand roams around my curves until it reaches the buttons of my blouse. "You like this right? You like it when I play around your nipples..."

He hasn't finished opening my blouse, he just slid in his fingers in so it could touch my laced covered tip. He's teasing me. He wants me to react.

"Stop..." I say

"You tell me to stop... but baby girl... if you could only see how aroused you look right now..." he grabs my face with both hands and tilt it up so I could look up at him. "I just touched you and your eyes are already dreaming for more..."

"We can't do this... It was a mistake..."

"It maybe a mistake for you baby girl. But for me..." he finally kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth until a moan carries my soul out of my body. "You are my heaven right now."

That's it. I am gone. I didn't even fight the urge. This officially makes me a whore.

Mingi carries me with while we kiss. He sits back down at the chair from earlier but now I am with him. No, actually, on top of him. I am riding him.

"Ugh!" He throws his head back, hands gripping on my hips. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

This is so wrong. Why don't I have a backbone to say no to Mingi? What the hell is wrong with me?

"Ahh!" I cry as I bounce faster and made him go deeper in me. "It's so good..." my voice is shaky

"You take me so well." He say breathing heavily. His brows creases and mouth in an O. "Fuck!"

After a few more strokes, both of us came together. I collapse onto him. I drained all my energy squating on him.

"That was amazing..." he says

I could hear his heart beating so fast as my head rests on his chest.

"Y/n..." he calls my name

"Hmm...?"

"If ever..."

"If ever what...?" I ask closing my eyes.

"If ever you decided to end thing with Yunho... I want you to know... that I'll be here waiting for you."

My eyes flings open, "What did you say?" I got up so fast

"I am willing to marry you... if you and Yunho don't work out."

"M-marry? What the fuck are you saying? Your dick is still inside me and you go on saying if I get divorce one day.. you will... marry me?"

"Yes." He answers it like its nothing yet he looks so darn serious.

"You think... he will divorce me?"

"No... he will not... which sucks. Because who will divorce someone like you...?" He caresses my cheek and smile. "I am just laying it out to you... the other option you have if it does happen... I am not wishing any harm into your marriage baby girl... well besides more sex with you I guess..." he smiles and then winks

"You are crazy." I roll my eyes at him

"I am. I know that." Then he grunts as he slowly moves his hips again. "Crazy as I am offering and willing to be your lover even just behind closed doors."

I could feel him get harder again in me. He's aroused again. I haven't recovered from the high yet and here he goes again. I'm still hugging his length.

"You're blushing reacting to my dick moving in you." He teases

"S-shut up." I moan the words out as my inside tenses up again with him rocking me on him.

"Baby girl..." he hugs me and breathe in my scent. "Ahhh..." he is moaning along with me.

Fuck what is this. We just had sex just a few minutes ago and now we are doing it again. I am not complaining though coz holy shit it was good. A different good. However this one, this second one... feels different.

"Y/n..." he says my name again. His hands around my body and his face resting on my chest. "Y/n..."

All of a sudden, the bad boy, aggressive and blunt Mingi becomes tame and yearning.

"Let me be your lover." He mumbles. "I don't think I can't move on from you after this...." he then trails kisses on my chest up to my neck. "I want to be with you... even just like this... to pleasure you..."

My body then reacts to his words. I know it did. I felt him clench onto me when I felt something in me dwells up a strong emotion.

"Fuck..." he breathes burrying his face on my neck. "Please... y/n...ahhh... please... Say yes... say yes to me. I-I need you..."

I am crying. This is my first time hearing someone say they want to be with me. I know he might be just saying it out of his sex high but hearing the words... and him getting vulnerable because of me.

What did I do to him to make him want me? We only saw each a few times after the first meeting. Most of it was us talking about the painting and him doing poses for me for inspirations. Yes it were more than a handful of lunch dates, still related to the painting and all but... he got feelings for me?

Is it because my brain is so messed up thinking about me and Yunho, our complicated relationship that I missed the part that Mingi and I got a connection? That we got to know each other more than I realized?

But this is wrong. I am married. Fuck, I'm so confused.

"Oh, Mingi..." I moan his name as he sensually bites my earlobe.

"Say yes....I beg you." He lifts me up and move us both to the sofa. He's now on top of me and finally sees the tears coming out of my eyes. "Don't cry..." he kisses my damp cheek. "I promise, I'll make you happy and safe..."

"But..."

"As I said... I don't give a fuck about your sex life with Yunho. I don't give a damn fuck about your marriage. I want you. I need you." He leans in to kiss me again. "And I think... I love you."

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The muppets Show: Life in the boarding home series

PILOT

"whos that wocka agent?"

Disclaimer: at the end of the Journal pilot episode, i'll write the characters like what are Main ones, mentioned ones or the supporting ones, And the villains. And i'll tag the characters that had most voice roles. I wont tag all the characters that were mentioned, And I really want tumblr to make a update where you can tag more than 30 tags- And i'll even write the song name and who is created by.

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The intro starts with the muppets boarding home showing on the screen, And kermit Opens the door:

Kermit: its the muppet Show Life in the boarding home! Starting with fozzie for this pilot!

And the music in the background is the muppets Show theme but more energetic, everyone are shown in the House doing their activities while singing the muppets Show theme song:

"its time to play the music,

Its time to light the lights!

Its time to get things started in the muppets boarding home tonight!

Its time to put on makeup,

Its time to dress up Bright!

Its time to raise the curtains in the muppets boarding home tonight!

Statler: why do we even live here?

Waldorf: I guess we'll never know.

Statler & waldorf (together): its like a kind of torture to have to live in here.

The camera Shows Kermit infront of the door

Kermit: But now lets get things started! ♪

Miss piggy: why dont we get things started?~ ♪

Fozzie: Its time to get things started! ♪

Then the camera shows all of the muppets in the muppets boarding home sing at the same time:

All muppets: ♪ On the most sensational, inspirational, celebrational-

Welcome to the muppets boarding HOOOOOOOMEEEE!!! ♪ ♪ ♪

Then gonzo tries to play a tune on the trumpet but then a Badge comes out saying: "secret wocka bear"

Gonzo: what the?-

Then fozzie snatches the badge

Fozzie: OH! thats mine! Hahahahaha!

Then the title card of fozzie dressed up as the "secret wocka agent" shows up with fozzie's voice saying: "who's that wocka agent?" While the instrumental of the lazytown song called "man on a mission" is playing.

The camera shows the muppets boarding home. The camera shows inside the kitchen of the boarding home, there were only Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, Pepe And Rizzo in the kitchen, others were probably either in their rooms or outside.

Kermit: hey, where's fozzie?

Pepe: probably fantasizing about being an famous comedian, okay?

Rizzo: well, he is one, Pepe.

Pepe: well, okay, but still, okay?

Then Rizzo slaps his hands on the table And glares at Pepe

Rizzo: CAN YOU LIKE STOP SAYING "OKAY" AT THE END OF EVERY SENTENCE YOU SAY!?!?

Pepe, smirking: eeehh.... No, okay!

Rizzo: UGHHHH!!

Then fozzie comes from upstairs And he is carrying an poster with The wocka agent bear on it.

Fozzie: hiya, Guys! I have an AGENTY thing to tell ya! Hehehehahaha!

Gonzo: oh, what is it, fozz?

Fozzie, who has a big exciting smile on his face, he shows the poster of the wocka agent bear on it.

Fozzie: This is the wocka agent bear!! And he is in OUR TOWN!!

Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, pepe And Rizzo stare at the poster for a few seconds And then they start laughing, but Kermit was chuckling

Kermit: oh, fozzie... Wocka agent bear doesnt exist! He is just a character from the comic for our town.

Miss piggy, laughing loudly: yeah!! And if he even existed, he would call moi to go on a date with him.

Kermit And fozzie stare at miss piggy with an awkward look on their faces

Miss piggy: what!? Im just joking.

Fozzie: wait! What do you mean that he DOESNT exist? He does!

Rizzo: oh, really? You Got proof, fozz?

Fozzie, sweating a little bit: well... I, uhhh...

Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, Rizzo And pepe start laughing loudly again And even nearly falling off their chairs. And fozzie has a sad expression on his face.

Fozzie: Aww.... Looks like they dont believe me.

Fozzie sighs And goes upstairs to his room again, And then chip the IT Guy was going downstairs while Seeing fozzie going upstairs And he sees Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, Rizzo and pepe laughing loudly.

Chip: uh.. can you Guys Shut up? Zondra, Ubu and I are trying to do our show, And you're interupting us with your loud laughing.

Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, Rizzo And pepe stop laughing but they are still smilling And have tears in their eyes from laughing

Kermit: oh, sorry, chip. Fozzie was trying to tell us that the "wocka agent bear" exists-

Chip: yeah, yeah, whatever. I dont care. But PLEASE Shut up and be quiet! Again, zondra, Ubu and I are tryna do our sho-

Rizzo, smirking: oh, when you mean THAT, you mean trying to sabotage us, right?

Then chip started sweating

Chip: uhh... No? We- youknowwhat? Whatever.

Chip started to walk away while staring at them but then he bumps into a wall And breaks his glasses, And he looks down at those broken glasses.

Chip, his eye twitching from annoyance: oh, how great.

Chip takes his broken glasses And runs upstairs again. Then Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, Rizzo And pepe started laughing loudly again And even fell from their chairs while saying: "OW!!"

Meanwhile with fozzie, he was in his room And he was still looking at the poster of wocka agent bear And he sighs

Fozzie: I wish others would believe that you're real, Mr. Wocka agent bear..

Fozzie was still looking sad And then he Got an Idea And he gasps

Fozzie: oh, shucks! I can be the wocka agent bear! And then the others will believe me!

Then fozzie points at himself

Fozzie: fozzie, you're a genius! Why thank you! Wocka wocka-

Then he puts on a black agent hat And he speaks in the voice he had as foozie on muppets 2011

Fozzie: wockaaaaa...

The camera shows the outside of the muppets boarding home, And it shows Hilda with her Bag, And then kermoot jumps infront of her

Hilda: oh!

Kermoot: Gimme yo Bag, Lady!

Hilda: oh why there's no way that i'll give you MY Bag!

Kermoot then sighs

Kermoot: welp, you made me gonna do it!

Kermoot then snatches Hilda's bag And runs away

Hilda: HEY!! MY BAG!!

But then fozzie- I MEAN! wocka agent bear shows up and he puts a bear trap on the walkway And kermoot steps in it, yelling loudly And dropping the bag

Kermoot: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO!!!!! OH GOD!!!!!

All the muppets look outside the windows And see the scenario And some gasp

Wocka agent bear (fozzie) takes the Bag And he gives it back to Hilda

Hilda: ah! Thank you, dearie!

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): your welcome, ma'am. Its my Job to protect everyone And solve mysteries.

Everyone in the muppets boarding home looked amazed And shocked because they thought that wocka agent bear REALLY exists

Gonzo: Woah... Fozzie was right! Wocka agent bear DOES exist!

Fozzie Heard that And he was proud of himself for dressing up as wocka agent bear to make others believe that agent wocka bear DOES exist

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): well! My Job here is done.

Then wocka agent bear (fozzie) runs away somewhere near the muppets boarding home, but the muppets didnt notice that he went there somewhere near the boarding home

Then fozzie whispers to himself

Fozzie: oh boy! I cant believe they believed it! Now they wont make fun of me!

Fozzie Chuckles And he takes off the wocka agent bear clothes and he hides them behind his back and he gets back to others, who are still looking outside And chatting about wocka agent bear

Fozzie: hiya, Guys! Whats going on?

All of the muppets look at fozzie And smile

Kermit: fozzie! Wocka agent bear really does exist!

Fozzie: really!!? Woah! See? I told ya he does exist!

Yolanda: definetly! I even have a picture of him giving Hilda back her bag!

Yolanda shows the picture to fozzie

Fozzie: Woah! He looks just like on my poster!

Yolanda: he sure does! He looked so hot!!

Pepe: not as hot as me, okay!

All the muppets groan And roll their eyes as Pepe Said that

Pepe: wha??

Fozzie: oh boy... Im very glad you Guy believe me now! See?! He does exist!

Kermit: well, it looks like he does, fozzie.

Fozzie: well! I'll go now to MY room! And be happy about you Guys believeing me!

Fozzie laughs And he goes inside the House And goes upstairs to his room

The muppets were still looking outside through the windows, or balconies or Doors, And miss piggy gasps, she Got an idea

Miss piggy: oh moi!! We should sing about this!!

Some muppets say: "yeah!" And some groan, especially chip

Chip: im not in the moo-

The starting music of the lazytown song "man on a mission" starts (they all are gonna dance And sing like the characters from lazytown in that episode with The song)

♪ ♪ ♪

Miss piggy: ♪ quick and suave, no one knows who he was, he's a-.. shh!

Gonzo, rowlf and janice: ♪ Secret ageenntt.. ♪

Miss piggy: ♪ with phones on his feet, he's a Spy you cant beat! He's a-... Shh!

Gonzo, rowlf and janice: ♪ secret ageenntt.. ♪

Miss piggy: ♪ if you've Got his back against the waaaaall... You'll discover he's not there at aaaaaaaaaaaaalll... ♪

Gonzo, rowlf and janice: bam! Bam! ♪

Annie sue: wocka agent bear! ♪

Gonzo, rowlf and janice: bam! Bam! ♪

Kermit: he's everybody's hero! ♪ X-ray vision, a bear on a mission, he's a- ♪

Gonzo, rowlf and janice: bam! Bam! ♪

Gonzo: wocka agent beaaar... ♪

♪ ♪ ♪ (Zoot plays the saxophone)

Miss piggy: gadgets galore, no one knows whats in store, for the-... Shh! ♪

Rizzo, Pepe, yolanda, gonzo, Janice And rowlf: secret ageenntt.. ♪

Miss piggy: saving the world, And getting the girl, he's a-... Shh!

Pepe: secret agent... ♪

Rizzo, Pepe, yolanda, gonzo, Janice And rowlf: bam! Bam!! ♪

Annie sue: wocka agent bear! ♪

Rizzo, Pepe, yolanda, gonzo, Janice And rowlf: bam! Bam! ♪

Kermit: he's everybody's hero! X-ray vision, a man on a mission, he's a- ♪

Rizzo, Pepe, yolanda, gonzo, Janice And rowlf: bam! Bam! ♪

Miss piggy: wocka agent- beaaaaaaaaaaa... ♪

Kermit: piggy! Piggy, piggy. Stop! Its over. Piggy, stop!

Miss piggy stops singing

Meanwhile with fozzie, he was in his room And he looked proud of himself for making other muppets believe that wocka agent bear is real

Fozzie: I cant believe the others really believed me! This is the best Day of my Life!!

He was still very proud of himself

After a few hours, it was night, everyone went to bed except for fozzie, he wore his wocka agent bear clothes and he again has the voice of wocka agent bear (foozie from muppets 2011) And he whispers to himself

Fozzie: its time to solve mysteries.

Then he Got out of his balcony And was outside the muppets boarding home, about to solve some mysteries

Fozzie- I MEAN, wocka agent bear, was going around the muppetown, And then he saw an shadowy figure from behind the trash cans

Wocka agent bear (fozzie), whispering: ah-ha!

Wocka agent bear started walking fastly towards that shadowy figure And he jumps on it, trapping it

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): I GOT YOU!!

Then it shows that it was Bonzor, the "fantastic", wearing his acrobatic clothes but they looked more darker

Bonzor the fantastic: hah! You Got me, Mr. "Wocka agent bear". But I Got my friends with me.

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): hahaha! Really? Let me see them.

Bonzor smirks And he snaps his fingers, And then lots of roosters come out from behind some places, like shops, trash cans, bushes, trees... Etc.

Wocka agent bear looks around And he sees roosters surrounding him And Bonzor, Bonzor kicks wocka agent bear with his legs, making wocka agent bear letting him go.

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): OW! you are strong there, boy.

Bonzor the fantastic: I am?

Bonzor Chuckles And smirks again And he flexes his muscles

Bonzor the fantastic: why ofcourse I am! Hahahahaha! ROOSTERS!!! ATTACK HIM!!

Then all the roosters started bitting And attacking wocka agent bear while he is Screaming And yelping in pain

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): OW!! AAH!! OW OW OW! OH THAT HURTS-

And suddenly some muppets like selena, Tammy, Hilda, Cliffy, cliffster And a few others from their own houses opened their Windows And peeked outside And they gasp And look surprised, but Bonzor ran away with The roosters before they noticed them.

Wocka agent bear was laying on the ground with bruises And scratches, but he wasnt very far away from muppets boarding home, even the muppets from the boarding home Heard the Screaming noises And they all gasp loudly as they saw wocka agent bear from a little afar

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): goouhhhhh... That Hurt, A LOT!

Then he immediately Got up and ran away And he hides in the shadows, with other muppets in the boarding home being confused, concerned And scared. And a few muppets from other houses being surprised And scared. But cliffster recorded the whole thing.

Cliffster: Holy... Toledo.. this is awkward.

Meanwhile with The muppets in the boarding home, they were all chatting And talking about what happend

Kermit: oh gosh... That didnt look good! He Got very Hurt by those roosters.

Gonzo: wait! Those were Bonzor's roosters!

All the muppets: really!?!?

Gonzo: yeah!

Rowlf: wait! Where's fozzie? He isnt here.

All the muppets were nodding And they were confused too

Miss piggy: oh that bear's probably sleeping.

Kermit: well, maybe. We should back to bed too.

Then all of the muppets nod And went back to sleep.

Wocka agent bear (fozzie) Got back to the muppets boarding home And he looks up at the balcony of his room.

Wocka agent bear (fozzie), whispering: aw, shucks... How do I get UP there now?

He looks around And sees ladders, he takes them And theyre even high to get to his balcony. He started climbing, until bean Bunny noticed him from outside the window of his And the jim Henson hour gang's room, he gasps And screams

Bean Bunny: WOCKA AGENT BEAAAAAAAAR!!!!! HE'S THERE!!! GUYS!!! WAKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!

The other six in the jim Henson hour gang immediately woke up and look at bean And then out the window And see wocka agent bear (fozzie) outside with The ladders And climbing up

Vicki: w-what the!?!?

Wocka agent bear (fozzie) looks at them And he does a wildtake And he screams

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): WHAAAAAA!!

And then he falls off the ladders while Screaming in pain

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): YAAAAAAAOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!

Wocka agent bear is on the ground And he sits up, again with some scratches And bruises

Wocka agent bear looks up and sees bean, digit, Clifford, Vicki, Lindbergh, Waldo And Leon looking down at him from their window

Wocka agent bear runs away And hides in the shadows immediately

Leon: god! Can we have ONE normal night in this town!?

The next Day...

Everyone were woken up, (note: fozzie did make it inside his room, he succesfully Got inside) And they were downstairs in the kitchen eating breakfast. Then fozzie Got downstairs

Fozzie: mornin', everyone! Was your night "wockatastic"?? Aaaaaaaah!

Fozzie giggles, And the muppets groaned and they were watching the news with wocka agent bear on it after being attacked by roosters

Fozzie: so, uhh... What are you Guys watching?

Pepe: you didnt hear it!? Wocka agent bear Got attacked by Bonzor's roosters last night, okay!!

Fozzie gasps as if he is shocked, but the others dont know the truth

Fozzie: what!? Thats horrible!

Miss piggy: yes.. its horrible Seeing your idol being attacked by ROOSTERS! Hmph!

Bean Bunny: And we literally saw him last night with ladders!! And he tried climbing to your room, fozz!! Clifford, digit, Vicki, Waldo, Lindbergh, Leon And I saw that!!

The other six in jim Henson hour gang noded

Fozzie: really!? I didnt see that!

Kermit then noticed fozzie's bruises And scratches, And it looked like wocka agent bear's scars

Kermit: uhh... Fozzie? Where did you Got those bruises And scratches from?

Fozzie: oh! These?? Well...

Fozzie was sweating a little bit, trying to come up with an good excuse

Fozzie: I Got bitten by mosquitos! Yeah.. And I uhh- scratched a Lot! Yea-

Other muppets were looking at fozzie with suspiciousy in their eyes, especially miss piggy And kermit. Miss piggy slaps the table with her hands

Miss piggy: are you sure!?

Fozzie: ofcourse I am! I never lie!

Kermit: well, okay, If you say so...

Fozzie: welp! I'll go now, Guys!!

Fozzie then Got upstairs to his room again very quickly

Kermit: I feel like he is hiding something...

Miss piggy: me too...

Other muppets nod and agree too

It was night aga-

Chip appears infront of the camera, looking closely at it

Chip: WAIT! STOP! PAUSE! how is it already night if it was morning?!

I, who was the narrator of the story, spoke up:

Emin (me): well, chip.. thats called: "TMS:LITBH logic", shirt for "the muppets Show: Life in the boarding home logic", man.

Chip: well... I guess THAT makes sense to some others, but not really to me!

Emin (me): well, then STOP COMPLAINING And let ME finish, m'kay?

Chip rolls his eyes And sighs

Chip: Fine.

He gets away from the camera

Anyways, it was now night in the muppetown again...

Other muppets in the boarding home went to sleep, while Meanwhile with fozzie, he was in his room again and he put on his wocka agent bear clothes again And Got outside from his balcony

Wocka agent bear (fozzie), again in his foozie voice from muppets 2011: time to solve mysteries..

He was walking sneakly around the muppetown And he saw that there werent any mysteries that he can solve, he sighed...

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): oh, shucks... There isnt any crimes or mysteries I can solve, nor help anyone.. i'll just go back home..

He sneakly Got back home, but at the front gate, he Heard a noise from the bush

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): Huh!?

Then suddenly, Bonzor And kermoot came out of the bush, And kermoot had a bandage on his foot because of the Bear trap. They were both smirking evilly

Kermoot: we Got you now, Mr. "Wocka agent bear"!

Bonzor the fantastic: HAH! we indeed do!

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): you two!? Well, it looks like this is one VS two, right?..

He put his black hat a little bit over his face to look more mysterious And to make his face look shadowy

Kermoot: ofcourse it does, bear!

Wocka agent bear (fozzie): well then go on!

Kermoot And Bonzor look at each other And smirk, And Bonzor snaps his fingers And yells loudly

Bonzor the fantastic: ROOSTERS!!!!!! COME HERE!!!

Yet again, like last night, the roosters occupy all the sides And corners And they surround fozzie. And wocka agent bea- i mean, fozzie, speaks in his normal voice again.

Fozzie: uh-oh....

The roosters jump on fozzie And attack him again while fozzie screams loudly And yelps in pain

Fozzie: OOUH! EEEH!!! AAAAAA THAT HURTS!!!

Bonzor And kermoot were chuckling. Then suddenly, the muppets look outside their Windows of the boarding home And AGAIN see "wocka agent bear" being attacked by Bonzor's roosters, And fozzie's sunglasses And hat fall down, revealing his True form, And he screams loudly for help

Fozzie: HEEEEEEEELP!!!! SOMEONE HELP MEEEEE!!!! MR. WOCKA AGENT BEAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!

All of the muppets from the boarding home gasp

All the muppets: Fozzie!?!?

Kermit: I KNEW he was hiding something!! FOZZIE!! HANG ON!!

Then suddenly, an shadowy figure that looked like a bear, maybe... Real Wocka agent bear!? He comes out of the shadows And he had his face shadowed, except for his eyes And sunglasses, and he speaks up in his voice of foozie from muppets 2011 And he had a deadly look on his face

Wocka agent bear: ...leave the kid alone...

The roosters stop attacking fozzie And look at wocka agent bear, kermoot, Bonzor And all the muppets look at the REAL Wocka agent bear, and fozzie gasps

Fozzie: IT- IT- IT'S WOCKA AGENT BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!

Some whatnots (from muppets Show) And muppets who lived in their own houses looked outside their Windows to watch the scenario

Then the instrumental from Garfield game tango toss (high quality) comes on And wocka agent bear attacks kermoot first, with a "POW!" on the lips and fists

Kermoot: AHH!!!

Kermoot falls on the ground, wocka agent bear looks at Bonzor, who is sweating

Bonzor the fantastic: UHH... IT- IT WASNT MY IDEA!! I SWEAR-

Wocka agent bear gives a "POW" on bonzor's lips with his fists to Bonzor

Bonzor the fantastic: AAAAH!!

Bonzor falls on the ground too, And both kermoot And Bonzor sit up, And bonzor's roosters run go Bonzor And hide behind him

Wocka agent bear: now... You two leave this kiddo alone, before I didnt do something to you two And the... MOOPETS...

Kermoot And Bonzor nod And they get up and ran away, And bonzor's roosters run away with them

Bonzor the fantastic: AAAAAAA!!!!

Kermoot: RUN YOU ACROBATIC ALIEN!!! RUN!!!

Fozzie gets up and he looks at wocka agent bear with a huge smile on his face, And the muppets get out of the boarding home And walk towards fozzie And wocka agent bear

Fozzie: I- Its really you!!! You're wocka agent bear!!!

Wocka agent bear: mh-hm, I indeed am. And you're not. You pretended to be me, kiddo. Thats not wockatastic for my fans, y'kno?

Fozzie: uh, well... Im- uhh... Im very sorry if I pretended to be you, Mr. Wocka agent bear... Its just that you're my wockatastic idol! And im your wockatastic fan!

Wocka agent bear nods

Wocka agent bear: I understand that, kiddo. But thats not very wockatastic towards your friends too.

Wocka agent bear points at the other muppets that are standing outside the gate of the boarding home, And they were all looking at fozzie, they were sort of angry at him.

Fozzie: oh... I-...

Fozzie sighs

Fozzie: im sorry, Guys... I just wanted to prove you all that wocka agent bear DOES exist, but I more made you all angry... And I made wocka agent bear look bad...

He looks down at the floor And he looks sad And guilty, Kermit And the whole muppets gang then dont look Mad anymore, they now look like they were calmed that fozzie was brave enough to say the truth. And wocka agent bear puts his hand on fozzie's shoulder.

Wocka agent bear: you know, kiddo? You're very brave because you Said the truth to your friends, now THAT'S a thing that a good fan And friend would do.

Fozzie: r-really?

Fozzie looks at wocka agent bear

Wocka agent bear: ofcourse, kiddo. And I respect you as my good fan. And now, Im very proud of ya. Im sure your friends are too.

He looks at Kermit And the whole muppets gang and they all nod And look happy that fozzie Said the truth

Fozzie smiles And then he nods

Fozzie: Woah! It looks like i learned a wocklesson this night! Hahahaha!

Some muppets groan from that joke but they Chuckle too

Wocka agent bear: ya sure did, kiddo. And im proud of ya. And never forget, I know my fans' every move, especially yours now.

Fozzie nods And hugs wocka agent bear tightly

Fozzie: m-mm! Thank you, Mr. Wocka agent bear! Wocka wocka wockaaa!!

Wocka agent bear looks surprised from that tight hug, but he hugs fozzie back

Wocka agent bear: wocka, wocka, wocka.

Then wocka agent bear looks at fozzie

Wocka agent bear: well, before I go, want an autograph, kiddo?

Fozzie: I would love that!

He takes out his poster of wocka agent bear and he signatures on it

Wocka agent bear: im glad to see you happy now, kiddo. Good luck kiddo. I hope we'll see each other again like how I do see my other fans.

Fozzie: ooohhh I cant wait to see you again, Mr. Wocka agent bear!

Wocka agent bear smiles a little bit like a faint smile And he waves a little bit And runs away back in the shadows

Fozzie had the biggest smile on his face And he jumped up and down from joy

Fozzie: MMMMMMM I MET WOCKA AGENT BEAR!!!!

Kermit: ya sure did, fozz! But you still lied to us tho.

Kermit crosses his arms the rest of the muppets gang did And they look at fozzie

Fozzie: well... I Said I was sorry! I wont do that anymore! Promise!

Kermit And the whole muppets gang smile And Chuckle And they all hug together

Gonzo: well! Lets go inside, im kinda sleepy-

Everyone nods And go back inside the muppets boarding home

Meanwhile a little bit with wocka agent bear, he had a few pictures of fozzie disguising himself as wocka agent bear, And he smiled a little bit And chuckled

Wocka agent bear: Im glad that kiddo learned. I hope i'll see that brave comedian bear again.

And the instrumental of lazytown song "man on a mission" plays while the credits are on:

The screens shows the "the end" screen

Created by: Emin Muslich (eminsunnytoons123)

Main characters that mostly spoke: fozzie, Kermit, miss piggy

Supporting characters that spoke more: Pepe, Rizzo, gonzo

Characters that spoke a few Times or once/Sang a few Times: Janice, rowlf, Leon, yolanda, Leon, bean, Hilda, cliffster, Vicki, chip, the rest of the whole muppets gang

Characters that have been mentioned by the characters or narrator but didnt spoke: Ubu, zondra, Tammy the red haired whatnot, selena the brunette haired whatnot, Clifford, digit, Lindbergh, Waldo C Graphic, Cliffy, Zoot (except for playing the saxophone)

Villains: Kermoot, Bonzor the fantastic, bonzor's roosters

Guest characters: Wocka agent bear

Music/songs: man on a mission instrumental From lazytown And muppets' version of the song, tango toss theme from Garfield tango toss game

I hope y'all enjoyed this pilot episode I made for TMS: LITBH i literally worked on this pilot episode nearly this whole Day ^///^;

I'll make the episode 1 of season 1 on Friday =^_^=

And this is for all my besties/Sisters And brothers/pen pals:

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One Night Only - VI.

ch.5, m.list

Jeno x fem!reader series

Genre: slow burn, fuckboy!jeno, enemies to lovers/hate fucking fwb! bookstore jeno → model jeno au, 00’ dream + mark + jun (seventeen) character inserts

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: pure filth, jeno is mean, cocky, stubborn, this relationship is extremely toxic (i dont condone, this is pure fiction), phone sex, degrading, envy, mdni!

tagging: @sukistrawberry @mingiandbaconjam @baecobies @produmads

a/n: if you’ve gotten this far to reading, i applaud you. i started this series back in september and i’m still writing ಠ_ಠ

Chapter 6

You took a long pause, contemplating an explosive, and sarcastic response.

“What do you want? Don’t you have more important things to be worried about? Like making sure you don’t fuck up your modeling offer?”

Somehow, you didn’t stutter. But there was still a hint of timidness in your voice.

“It’s almost midnight. Do you really think I want to be doing that right now? Why do you think I called?”

You tried to ignore the shuffling sounds in the background, presumably from him shifting in his bed. And based on the temptation behind his arrogant question, you tried your hardest not to imagine anything impure.

Sadly, he did have a point. Who would want to be doing anything productive or work related at this hour. But then again, why did he call you?

“I don’t know, why did you?”

You slammed your eyes shut, making the darkness swell around you even more in your bedroom.

A hefty sigh fell from his lips, as if he was fed up with your lack of perception.

You knew why, you just wanted to hear it from him first.

And if this phone call turned into anything unconventional like you secretly hoped and imagined,

you would happily accept it.

“Fuck it. Nevermind.” His curt response almost made you hang up. But on the other hand, you wanted to confront him. After he ended the call with Renjun so abruptly yesterday, you were egocentric enough to think it was because you were there.

That had to be the case.

“You’re always so difficult.” You sighed in between, rubbing your eyes as if that would ease your frustration.

“You’re not the first or last person to think so. But I will ask, why haven’t you hung up yet?”

“Exactly…” He continued so matter-of-factly, not even giving you a chance to respond.

“I was calling because I’m fucking horny. But I think you just ruined my boner.”

To you, it sounded like he was trying to hold in a laugh.

Was he touching himself before even calling?

“Don’t expect me to drop everything just so you can rub one out.” You had definitely made the right assumption.

“So, does this mean no thank you for fucking your brains out? I’d like to think I did a damn good job.”

“You did okay.”

You were lying through your teeth. But he deserved the slander.

“Okay is all I get?”

“Do you think you could do better?”

You challenged him.

“Hell yeah I could. Make you cock drunk like the pathetic slut you are.”

The call took a turn in mere seconds. He was shameless, to no surprise. But his words made you rub your thighs together, almost involuntarily.

Still, you didn’t have any second thoughts on reciprocating his energy.

“Well in that case, I won’t thank you, until you actually show me again.”

“Excuse me?” He was taken back by your brazen attitude, or at least you thought so.

“Actions speak louder than words. Plus, my fingers work just fine.”

You desperately wanted to piss him off.

“Fuck you.” He snapped back, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Entertain me then.” You adjusted your position in bed, falling back on your pillow.

“You’re only this ballsy because you’re tucked behind your phone. I would love to shut you up…make you choke on my cum ‘til you fucking drown.”

You gulped down the huge lump in your throat; body temperature rising, and your core growing wetter by the minute. He kept getting dirtier, and dirtier.

And he was so close to making you touch yourself.

“Now you’re quiet? Hmm? Thinking about all the ways I could make you pass out?”

There was too much for you to process. He had just fucked you the night before, but you were already wishing he was inside you again.

“Ruin me.” You couldn’t help but let your words drift into a moan. Your hand trailed everywhere on your body, imagining they were his. All the while, you held up your phone with the other, wishing it wasn’t so clammy to have a better grip.

“You miss my cock. Mmmh. How I destroyed your little pussy?” His voice was bold, just like when he was inside you. You could faintly hear the sound of him spreading something, what you pictured to be his precum lubricating his dick.

Images of his shiny essence leaking from his tip made you tug at your nipples hard. To the point that you winced, loving the sting.

“Fuck…” Was all you could muster. You were completely defeated.

“I didn’t hear you?”

“I miss your cock so fucking much.” Your hand continued its descent, meeting your pulsing clit. You didn’t waste any time, knowing he was already busy working himself too, based on his accelerated breathing.

“You don’t even know how much I’ve thought about you since then. You’re so perfect for me to use...”

You whimpered, feeling such satisfaction for his disregard of your entire existence.

This was everything you wanted.

If only he was here on top of you now, pounding into you until all you thought about was your next release.

No other purpose in this world than to be a cum dump for him.

“I need you…just break me. Fuck me dumb.”

You were barely making sense. Words jumbled, paired with your filthy actions brought all the more truth to the effect Jeno had on you.

But you knew he loved it.

With every hum that left his lips, you sped up the circular motions on your aroused clit.

You were sure that he could hear your slick as you decided to add a finger, pumping yourself at the same speed as him.

“Shit…you’re drenched aren’t you? Just for me?”

“All for you. Always for you.”

“Fuckk…I want it.”

If only you could see that he was grinding into his hand, squeezing his shaft with such determination to get off.

“It’s a shame I'm getting close. Mmmh—would love to stuff your pussy full of my cum.”

His voice was shaky, but with just as much authority. It was enough to make you feel on the verge of collapsing.

“Fill me up, please. Ahh, i’m getting close.”

It didn’t help that he wore a condom the first time. Ever since then, you’ve fantasized about what it would feel like to take him raw.

“You better cum first. Do it, bitch.”

How was it that his competitiveness was enough to ignite your release.

With one final pump of your finger and flick of your clit, you came undone; shaking so much that you let your phone slip out of your hands and onto the pillow. Yet, Jeno was grunting loud enough for you to still hear without ever being on speaker.

There was no way Renjun wouldn’t be able to hear him.

The silken sounds of beating himself to orgasm was too much to bear. You continued into overstimulation as you heard him let out a string of curse words.

He kept pumping himself, emptying all of his seed onto his bare chest.

Both of you matched the same speed of breathing, slowly coming down from your high in silence.

“What a waste…”

You’re only guess to his statement was that it was unfortunate you weren’t there to clean him up.

Which you gladly would’ve done.

It took a few minutes before either of you could regain focus. But you were surprised that he didn’t hang up and continue on with his lack of sincerity.

“Why don’t you and me ditch work together?”

“Uhm, I have a clean attendance record. I don't want to screw that up.”

“I do too. Mark likes you, you’ll be fine.”

“Where exactly?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet. Just come over to my place first after Renjun leaves. I’ll send you my address.”

“Fine.”

You decided to end the call first, not that it held as much weight as what he did to you earlier.

In no way shape or form was last night a blur. It was still fresh in your mind, from the moment you slept until you woke up the next day.

You could use the morning to recoup, and come to terms with the fact that Jeno’s entire being consumed you.

10:20am

[you]: hey, probably should’ve given you more of a heads up but i won’t be able to come in today. i should be back tomorrow!

[mark]: no worries, see you tomorrow! 👍🏼

You did your morning routine, and sat on the couch in your living room, waiting for the right time to leave.

10:30am

[jeno]: he’s gone, head my way.

Other than the address he sent you, this was the only text he’s ever sent.

How flattering.

You left him on read and made way to your front door, putting on your shoes and exiting your apartment.

As you boarded the subway to Itaewon, you began to wonder if Renjun put two and two together last night. Not only from the disturbance of your phone call with Jeno, but also the fact you and him both “called in.”

If anything, Jeno wouldn’t be scared to admit that he was having sexual relations with you. But you hoped that if the truth came out, that Renjun wouldn’t ditch you as a friend.

You shook your head loose of worrisome thoughts as you exited the busy train.

It wasn’t often you ventured to Itaewon, but knowing you were going to Jeno and Renjun’s shared flat made you somewhat nervous.

You didn’t bother sending a text stating you were on your way up. The less dry texting, the better.

Their apartment was average, similar to yours, the only difference is that all the rooms were accessed from the outside, versus yours that had an extensive lobby and condominium style design.

*knock knock*

You heard a violent sneeze from the other side of the front door followed by the sound of the unlock.

Jeno swung the door open, scrunching his nose from the aftermath of his sneeze.

He was only dressed in a muscle tank top, basketball shorts and Nike socks, to which he matched your leisure style.

“Hey.” He said dryly, with a hint of his morning voice still there.

“Hi.” You brushed past him inside to take off your shoes, studying the look of his apartment.

Not as messy as you thought but comfortably lived-in.

“Do you think Renjun knows?” You said with your back turned, heading towards the living room couch.

“Probably. He’s a light sleeper.” You could sense the smirk on his face, as if this was a light-hearted matter.

“Great.” You plopped on the couch, thinking he would join you, but he went into the kitchen to cook?

“I didn’t want you over here to ruin the mood. Just sit and relax. Do you want brunch?”

“Uhhh, sure.” You tone of voice definitely gave way that you had no faith in his cooking skills-

“I already know what you’re thinking. But I can manage.”

“Okayy, if you say so chef.”

He chuckled at your teasing, which was rather pleasant when he wasn’t being a dick.

“So after we eat, then what?” You spoke loudly to combat the clacking of dishes and ticking of the gas stove coming to life.

“Still haven’t gotten that far yet. But maybe you could look up places for us to go.”

Before you grabbed your phone to search for places, your attention was frozen at his outstretched arms as he reached for spices in the upper counter.

The way his veins branched out in every direction, paired so well with his long fingers. And how often he had to shake his head to move his messy bangs out of his eyes made you tug at your lips.

It only took him 15-minutes to whip up a savory meal. He put both of your plates on trays and carried them to the living where you sat watching cartoons on the tv.

“Thanks. It actually looks edible.” You said as you rested the tray on your lap.

He shook his head with a grin as he joined you at your side with the tray on his lap. You both began to dig in.

“So what all did you find?” He said after swallowing his first bite.

“We can either do thrifting at the flea market, cycling at the park or the mall. That’s all I got.”

“Hmm…Let’s do the flea market.”

To say you weren’t a spaz was an understatement, but you hid it well.

The two of you were currently boarding the train to Jung-gu. It was crowded beyond belief, maybe because it was lunch time.

You and Jeno were squished right next to the doors, with no seats available. He stood behind you, trying to make as much room for the two of you as possible.

It was uncomfortable to say the least, and you tapped your foot to ease your claustrophobia.

Your entire body froze when you felt Jeno place his hand around your waist and lower his face to nuzzle in your neck, his nose making contact with your racing pulse; occasionally raising up to let his lips graze against your ear. The warmth from his cat-like behavior eased your anxiety, causing you to lean back into his light embrace.

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