#<- trying to do Good Employee Good Student talk again and it is NOT working

[trainingdummyrabbit]

the actual downside of taking a 4-year gap year isnt the "getting academically rusty" thing its the "no longer having the tolerance for the ''professionalism speak'' song and dance"

[k00sblogger]

Summary: When you score a job as a maid after being fired, you're surprised to find out exactly what your new job consists of.

Warning: Unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral sex, overstimulation, pwp.

Pairing: boss!jimin x fem!reader

A/n: no part 2, sorry pookies

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"Y/n.." janae whispers, softly rubbing your back in an attempt to console you as you sob into your hands.

Today sucked, no better way to put it. You'd been working as a bartender for a long time now, the perfect job to make some cash while you complete culinary school.

Amongst the students in your class you were the only one not working as a server in some upscale restaurant, but you liked it despite what your peers said. The busy atmosphere, having to be quick with the drinks, it was all enjoyable to you.

All good things come to a end clearly. You'd never had the greatest relationship with your manager, but you wouldn't have expected him to fire you for showing up late once.

For fucks sake you were the perfect employee and the moment you slip up he fires you, it just didn't feel right. Nonetheless, you were too upset and wore down to look into deeper into it.

At least not tonight.

"Why don't you come work with me?" janae's soft voice rips you out of your troubled thoughts. The proposition can't help but make you laugh.

"As a maid? No thanks." you didn't mean to be rude, and in no way were you hating on what she did for work. You just didn't think the job was for you- you barely liked cleaning your own apartment so why the hell would you clean someone else's?

"Do you want a job or not?" she says, blunter than ever. The realization makes you groan and sit up in your bed. You didn't have forever to look for a job, so maybe her offer is what you need.

"Fine." you utter, making a mental note to go on a intense job hunt so you can quit this maid shit as soon as possible.

Janae smiles and begins grabbing her belongings, slipping her jacket over her arms and slinging her purse over her shoulder. "Well, i gotta get goin but i'll make a few calls and let you know about it."

You nod, giving her a soft smile to let her know your thankful that she's willing to go out of her way to do this for you.

She sees herself out after that- and you flop back down on your bed, getting comfortable under the satin sheets. You close your eyes feeling anxious, not really knowing what you've gotten yourself into.

You didn't have time to worry though, you needed a job and thankfully- you might just have one already.

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THE NEXT DAY:

"So good news!" janae announces, swinging your door open and prancing in. You crawl out of bed with a scowl, rubbing at your tired eyes.

"Remind me why i gave you a house key again." you mutter, and she laughs at the comment as she flings some papers onto your nightstand. "So look, my boss referred me to a friend of his.." she says, getting straight to the point.

The announcement makes you raise your eyebrows, setting your hands on your hips as you listen to her. "They live near each other and he says the guys been looking for a maid."

You sigh, you weren't fond of the whole maid idea anyway but now the only option is working for a guy neither of you know?

"So now i'll be alone, perfect." you respond rather sarcastically.

Janae takes a seat on the bed, tapping the papers she threw down. "Look i know it's not what you wanted but why not give it a try? Taehyung wouldn't recommend one of my friends to just anybody."

She sounds so assuring you suppose that you might as well give it a shot. "What's that?" you ask, glancing at the papers under her hand.

"Oh! A copy of his contract." she says, eagerly handing it over to you. You take it from her hands, scanning over it without actually reading. "He wants an interview with you asap, he's looking to hire someone on the spot."

Holy shit, that was.. perfect.

"Don't forget it to read that beforehand- i gotta go!" she says, standing to her feet and rushing out of the house without another word.

You don't bat in eye at it, assuming she's running late for work as always. Punctuality was definitely not her strong point, but clearly it's not too big of a deal for her boss.

You set the papers down again, beginning to get ready with a huge smile on your face.

Maybe things weren't so bad.

....two days later

*knock knock knock* You stand at the tall door of the mystery man's mansion, hair combed to perfection and clothes ironed to perfection.

You had janae send you his contact and you'd messaged him about a interview time but that was about it- so you didn't really know who exactly you were meeting.

You look up with hopeful eyes as the door opens, and your shocked to see someone who looks to be.. your age? You weren't sure why you expected it to be some old prick.. guess you judged a bit too quick.

"Hi- I'm y/n." you say with confidence, extending your pretty hand for a handshake. He takes it with a smile, giving a firm shake before he steps to the side to allow you into his home.

"Names Mr. Park- but you could call me jimin." he says, and you nod- glad that you can finally see who you'll be working for.

"I perfer mr. park" you say with a smile, it just seems more professional. He nods and walks you over to his offices, pulling out your chair so you can take a seat.

"So, i heard you lost your job?" holy fuck, you were gonna kill janae. She didn't have to tell her boss the extent of everything.

"Yeah..uh- yeah.." your voice trails off and the silence is intense and awkward to say the least, terrible way for him to start the damn interview.

"No worries." he says, chuckling as he takes a seat in the chair across from mine. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want." his voice is soft and warm, easing the tension in an instant.

You thank him, and from then on the conversation just flows. He asks you about your interests, availability, your specialties, and after he's finished you feel that it went pretty well.

"So have you went over the contract?" ...of course you didn't. You were at fault for this, janae had given it to you two days ago and you suppose you just forgot about it.

Obviously, there's no way you were telling him that after the interview had gone perfectly fine. You were almost sure that you'd got the job.

"Of course- i just.. i left my copy at home." Lie. You hadn't read any bit of that contract, it was just so long- you didn't feel like it.

"It's all good, i have a copy you can sign." he digs through a drawer behind his desk, searching for a moment before placing the paper in front of you along with a pen.

"Thank you, sir." you mutter, signing the paper immediately. You still couldn't be bothered to look at it- especially not after you told him you read it all.

"Alright." he says, a smile on his face as he takes the paper from your hands and places it into a file folder. "The jobs all yours, glad to have you."

He extends his hand this time, and you shake it with pleasure. "Great, ehm- when's my first day?"

"Tomorrow, 8AM sharp." well you damn sure weren't expecting so soon, but you weren't doing much else so it was no problem.

"Perfect, see you then." he sees you out to your car, assuring you get into the car and drive off safe before he walks back into his house.

Nothing like your old boss you think, but you like it.

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THE FOLLOWING DAY:

You groan as you finally lift from the floor, throwing the wet towel to the side as you take a short break. You'd arrived at eight am just as he asked, and it was 12 now.

You wondered how he expected you to clean this whole place on your own, after all it was no where near small. You'd been here for hours already and hadn't even finished the bottom floor.

If he wanted this done in a timely manner he definitely was gonna have to get some more help around here.

Luckily, he wouldn't be home today. You could clean on your first day in complete and utter silen-

The door creaks open before you can even finish your thought, and there he is in all his glory. You mean that literallt by the way, he's adorned in different types of jewelry and a nice suit that was probably from a luxury brand you'd never even heard of.

"Y/n." he says, greeting you quietly as he sets down the bag in his hand near the front door. So much for cleaning up the clutter there.

"Hi-" is all you say, giving him a soft smile as you continue wiping down the counters. You couldn't let his presence here distract you, this was already taking you a long time being alone.

"Everything going okay?" he asks, waltzing into the kitchen like he owns the place. (He does)

"Yeah, i haven't gotten to the upstairs yet but i will soon-" you say, biting the inside of you cheek anxiously. Hopefully he didn't think you were moving too slow, this was hard work for one person.

"It's all good." he mutters, grabbing a coffee cup out of the cupboard next to you. You divert your attention back to cleaning, this time focusing on the stove

The crumbs left in the little crevices make you roll your eyes. No wonder this guy needed a maid, he clearly couldn't clean to save his damn life.

You walk around him to open the cabinet under the sink, bending down carefully aware of the skirt you put on. It wasn't the best thing to wear to clean but you were in a rush this morning.

"You're not in dress code." you hear his deep voice behind you, and stand up to turn and face him. His eyebrows are raised and both of his hands are resting on the freshly cleaned countertop.

"Dress code?" you question with an awkward laugh, but your smile disappears when you see he's not finding anything funny. In fact, he's staring at you blankly, without a word.

"Um, we didn't speak about a dress code." you say, and you know you're right. You remember the conversation very well, and he never mentioned anything about what you should wear.

You just assumed you could wear what you pleased.

"It was on the contract." he says, crossing his arms as he stares at you. You curse yourself for lying, why didn't you just tell him you didn't read his contract??

Whatever whatever, this is your time to come clean.

"Oh yes- i..i just forgot!"

he doesn't reply.

"I'm sorry."

he still doesn't say anything.

"Do you want me to go?"

he's making you feel stupid.

"Mr.park?"

He finally lets out a sigh and moves closer to you, scanning over your outfit. "Bend over."

You weren't sure you heard him right. "What?" you say, not sure of what he's asking if you. And so he repeats himself- "Bend over, y/n."

You turn around and try to look over your shoulder, convinced there's something on your back maybe. "Is there something there?" you ask, innocent as ever.

"No, i wanna fuck you." he says it casually, as if he was asking you to get him a cup of coffe. Your eyes widen, practically buldging out of your head in shock. How fucking inappropriate could he be?

"Are you insane?" you rebuttal, looking at him as if he was crazy. Shit he was in your opinion, it's your first day and he's already coming onto you like some man whore.

He begins to laugh at you, making your face scrunch up into an annoyed glare. What the fuck was so funny? Who the hell laughs after being rejected?

"You didn't read my contract." he announces, and now you're confused. You didn't read it, obviously- but how would he know that?

"I did it just-" he raises his hand, cutting you off without having to speak. "You didn't, because if you did you wouldn't be so fucking shocked right now."

He walks away from you afterward, and you stand in the kitchen dumbfounded as you watch him go into his office and come back out in a matter of minutes.

He returns with a file folder in hand, the same folder he stuffed the contract you signed into. The same contract that you payed no attention to and sure as hell didn't read.

He flings it onto the counter, the same way you did when janae first handed it to you. You desperately wished you would've just read it as soon as she handed it to you.

"Read it." he demands, it wasn't a question. You oblige him, moving closer and beginning to read the very first page. It's not long before you come across the dress code.

•must wear the uniform provided

•must look presentable daily

"The uniform was left on the couch." he mentions, and you nod in embarrassment.

He gestures for you to continue reading, and you do so. Nothing seems to weird, that is until you reach the end of the rules and requirements portion.

•must be willing to engage in sexual activities with exmployer at any time they're on the clock.

"The fuck is this?" you say, immediately looking at him in concern. "This isn't what i signed up for." you protest.

"It is, though." he says, in a much calmer tone then yours. This was nothing to him, he's probably had loads of girls in the past do this for him. Whatever this even was.

"So you just wanna have sex with me." you say, throwing the papers back down to the counter as you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

"No, you're still here to clean." he says, grabbing the papers and placing it back into the folder. "But- i want to have sex with you as well."

His straight forwardness makes you squirm, something about being so open about the matter was weird for you. "I can't do this." you mutter, this wasn't what you needed.

"You tricked me."

You wanted a real job, not this.

"Look, im not gonna force you to do this." he announces, picking the folder up and shaking it in front of your face. "If you want, i'll rip this contract up and you can leave now."

You stay silent, listening to him speak as you think about your options here.

"But, i also know you need the money. I won't make you stay here, but if you do it'll be by my rules." he's stern with his words, and you know he means it.

"There's no point of you being here if you don't meet my requirements, y/n."

You understand him very well, but you don't know what to do. You didn't know if you wanted to stay, or if you wanted to go home and continue looking for a job with no hope.

Which was right? You didn't know.

He grunts as he adjusts his suit, fixing the tie around his neck. "Do you want to be here, or not?"

You think for a while, not wanting to answer too quickly. You need to be sure about this, and you keep telling yourself if this isn't what you want, then you need to go home.

But somehow, you still find yourself muttering a quiet. "I want to be here."

"Are you sure?" he asks you, and this is your chance to say you're not- but you don't. "I'm sure."

You were sure.

He nods and licks his lips. "Keep cleaning."

You take a deep breath & do as your told, grabbing the windex and spraying the huge mirror. He's making you anxious with the way he's watching you, and you wished he'd leave again.

You're tearing off a paper towel when he moves closer behind you, now close enough that his back is touching yours.

"Sir-" he shushes you, rubbing up and down the part of your thighs that he can see. "You agreed didn't you? I wanna start right away." he mutters it into your ear, and it makes your heart pound.

This was a bit early wasn't it? Can't he just give it a couple days first? You're new here for fucks sake.

"While i'm cleaning?" you ask, and it almost comes out as a whimper. It was shameful how it only took him rubbing your leg to get you all squeamish around him.

"Just pretend i'm not here.." he whispers, slipping his fingers under the hem of your dress to pull it down. He lets them fall to your ankles, and you struggle to keep wiping the mirror as he takes in the sight of your underwear.

You chose a matching set today, not on purpose- you just wanted to feel nice. The choice payed off nevertheless.

"I can't.." you whimper out, titling your head down and away from the mirror. "You can" he contrasts, sticking his hand into the purple thong you were wearing.

"Tell me how your days been." he mumbles it ever so casually, acting as if your clit isn't at the mercy of his fingertips at this very moment.

He was toying with you, flicking the bundle of nerves ever so slightly and placing little kisses on your neck.

"I-It's been good." you force yourself to whimper out a response, your body liking this treatment though your mind is telling you that you should've already grabbed your belongings and left as soon as you found out what this job consisted of.

"More, what'd you do?" he asks, and you can hear the jingling of his belt as he fumbled to get it off.

He moves hastily, soon rubbing his bare cock against your folds. "I..I prepared your dinner, it's in the fridge." you respond, hand refusing to move to continue wiping the glass.

"That's good, what'd you make me?" a gasp falls from your lips as he forces his way into your tight hole. He takes a sharp inhale too, the feeling of you wrapped around him a bit more than he himself could handle.

"Please.." jesus you don't even know what your begging for, all you can think about right now is the way he feels inside of you.

"Please what?" he counters, gripping your shoulder as tight as he could to fuck you back onto his dick. "Got me so hard, knew exactly what i wanted to do to you when you showed up in my office."

Something about that made you smile. Talking during sex wasn't something you were particularly used to but you damn sure liked it.

His dick slides in and out of you with ease, slipping out every so often due to how wet he's got you. It's not long before he's fucking into you without much care in the world.

He knew you were enjoying it though, feeling how you clamped down on him even tighter the rougher he got with you.

His hand pulls at your hair, wrapping it around his hand and tugging it as if it was some leash. "Such a pretty pussy, all mine now-"

You try your best to hear him over your little whimpers and moans, only growing louder when he moves his hand under you to play with your clit again.

His fingers are wet, and your almost sure he spit on them before playing with you. "Sir-" you rasp out, growing warm with the way his chest was pressed to your back.

"Hm?" is he all he manages to get out, too concentrated on your lower half. His eyes never left your ass, obsessed with the way it jiggled each time he thrusted into you.

He slaps it once just for his own pleaure.

And then a few more times when he hears you moan at the first.

"G-Gonna cum!" you're sweating now, still trying your best to fuck yourself against him to finally get yourself to the orgasm you've been waiting for.

He lets you do the work for just a moment, watching your pretty body work itself on him. "Just like that- cum for me.." his voice trails off on its own, and he bites his lip hard in a attempt to not let out a groan.

When you feel his hand reach around to press down on your lower stomach, you explode. You're left squirming under him all over again, squeezing his cock tight enough to make him pull out before he can cum inside of you.

He gets himself off after that. Staring at your used cunt as he jerks himself off to release. The spurts of his cum land all over your lower back, and you don't stand up properly until he's all finished.

"Wait, shit- bend over again." he says, and you comply without question.

He onto his knees behind you, bringing his hands up to take a nice handful of your ass cheeks. He licks his lips before he licks off anything left behind.

Clean up what you mess up right?

He lets out a loud grunt, repeatedly licking over your clit even when there's nothing left.

"Stop- fuck! stop!" you cry out, not ready for him to give you another, at least not yet. You reach your hand behind you in a attempt to push him away but you fail miserably, getting nothing but a harsh smack to your ass.

He only stops when you begin to thrash, and pulls away before you get too overstimulated.

"Turn around." he mutters, pulling up his pants as you breathlessly turns to face him. As soon as you get the slightest glimpse of his face, he brings his lips straight to yours.

His lips are softer than you expected, and the way he kisses is much different than the way he fucks. You lick your lips when he pulls away, giving him a shy smile like he wasn't inside of you less than five minutes ago.

"Thanks?" you mutter, not sure what to say. What do you say after getting fucked by a guy you'd only just met? Its strictly business you suppose, but still.

"No need for thanks." he says, kissing your cheek like a boyfriend would his girlfriend.

"I'll have a check for you by tomorrow yeah? Finish up just the downstairs and you're good to go for today."

Was that it? He just fucks you and sees himself out just like that? You weren't sure what you expected, but it damn sure wasn't that.

...

That same night your on the phone with janae, twiddling your fingers as she rants about her day- but you're too busy thinking about your own.

Should you tell her?

"Ah fuck stop touching that!- sorry y'know how my nephew is." she laughs. "How was your first day at work by the way?"

Holy fuck, the long awaited question. "It was good.. really good." you say, deciding then and there you should probably keep the details to yourself.

"I figured so, i had a late shift and my boss told me mr.park seemed to be in a good mood today." you smile to yourself at the comment, and find yourself wondering if it was because of you.

"Oh really?" you ask, trying to make yourself sound surprised.

"Mhm- and speaking of that.. i have good news!" her voice suddenly amps up and you raise your eyebrows though she can't see you. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Well, y'know how i mentioned my boss was moving away?"

you nod.

"So, he did me a couple favors and he said mr. park would be happy to have me! We'd be doing the same job!"

your smile drops instantly, what the fuck.

"Twins!! Aren't you happy?" she asks you, excited as ever.

"I've gotta go janae."

(requested by @parkjiminspersonalhoe )

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: sorry for the delay folks xx

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now i wish we’d never met ‘cause you’re too hard to forget while i’m cleaning up your mess i know he’s taking off your dress and i know that you don’t but if i ask you if you love me i hope you lie to me

Bucky Barnes was a great many things, a paradox in a single man, many opposite things to different people. For some he was an angel, charity driven and ready to sacrifice himself for everything and everyone. For others, he was a demon, someone who was power driven, filled with the need for success and stepping on anyone he needed to be the first and the best. No matter what both thought, all agreed on one thing - Bucky Barnes was one hell of a charmer. He’d gotten that from his mother - old high class British charm, his father used to say. That combined with his looks made him irresistible to most people. Everyone flocked to him, everyone except for Y/N. She’d vanished from his side a bit later into the night and he hadn’t seen her since. Each time he thought to look for her, someone would need him or catch his attention.

Even with all that, he couldn’t find her. Y/N was an eye catching woman, she was beautiful and if she were anywhere near he would’ve found her. Instead, she was nowhere to be found and he was starting to get annoyed. He wanted to spend the evening with her, or at least he had intended to spend the evening with her, introducing her to the right people who could help her. He continued listening to whoever was talking to him right now - truth was, he wasn’t even sure who that person was. He just usually smiled and kept up simple talks, that was what was required of him so he would gladly keep doing it as long as it yielded results.

As for Y/N, she had almost forgotten who she was here with. Christopher Davis was someone who she always could picture herself with. He was smart, well spoken, well mannered and seemed to have an interest on her. Besides, he had gone through the same thing as her back at Columbia.

      - I’m just saying Professor Williams is a pain. - Chris laughed as Y/N explained what her supervisor had said. - If Professor Anderson likes you then you must be a bright student.  

      - Or maybe I’m just really daft. 

      - I don’t think so. - he smiled. - Sergeant Barnes doesn’t employ someone who doesn’t have promise. 

      - Except I don’t work for him ... I mean, not like you work for him, I’m just an au pair. I reckon the only criteria was are you a threat and are you good with children. 

      - How is it working with Sergeant Barnes if you don’t mind me asking?

Chris looked at her and then back at James whom he didn’t notice had been staring them down until now. He sighed, putting on his best smile, after all, he was trying to impress this girl. 

     - He’s uptight and a bit controlling but I guess you have to be if you want things to run smoothly. Specially when you work in advertising. 

     - That’s most CEOs isn’t it?

     - Yes but James Barnes is .. different. Sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a disgruntled employee. 

     - That is fine. Sergeant Barnes has got me on my nerves every once and again?

     - Is that so? - Y/N felt the blood drain from her face as she turned around to face her boss. She wasn’t afraid of him per say, but she also knew, she just knew he would probably be pissy for the rest of the evening. - Good evening Y/N, Mr. Davis. 

     - I will see you tomorrow, Y/N. - Chris smiled at the au pair.

To say Y/N was over the moon was a massive understatement. He liked her, at least she thought he liked her enough to invite her out. She didn’t think she still had it within her, she was usually busy looking over Sadie or with her postgraduate studies - that didn’t give her enough time to think about her sex and love life. That being said, maybe that explained why she was having the weird dreams and fantasies about James; familiarity. Right? It had to be that.

Bucky on the other hand felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. Chris was ... well, he didn’t know that much about Chris other than he came from money yet he couldn’t even blame him from that since he had come from money as well. He was just boring, Bucky found him boring. He didn’t take risks, at least not enough risks for someone who worked at advertising. He played it safe. It worked, but it wasn’t revolutionary. Still, Bucky didn’t like him. He definitely didn’t like him for Y/N either. Y/N was smart, innovative, caring and another bunch of positive adjectives which were too long to list. Chris was just boring.

     - So how’s that lady? - Y/N broke the silence between the two of them, a bit tipsy on the champagne which she wasn’t used to drinking.

     - What lady?

     - Delilah? - she looked up through her dizzy, tipsy mind, before snapping her fingers. - Delia. Yeah, that’s her name. How is Delia?

     - You would know if you weren’t busy flirting with my employees. 

     - Oh so you can flirt but I can’t?

     - Not when you’re with me. You’re embarrassing yourself and humiliating me.

     - But I’m not here with you, am I, sergeant? I am not your date, am I?

     - No. - he smiled forcefully. - However if I were going to flirt with someone I would pick someone less boring. 

     - You work in advertising, Sergeant. Everyone is boring. 

(...)

Bucky had never spent a whole night alone with Sadie, not when she was awake. Yet, here he was, left behind by his au pair so she could go and date boring Chris while he had to deal with a very hyper Sadie who was running around as if it wasn’t 8 o’clock yet. He usually had a babysitter or he had Y/N, or Steve yet right now he was by his lonesome. He thought she would’ve settled down if he played princesses, yet, she did not. Instead Bucky now had knotted hair, glitter on his face and probably some on his eye and permanent marker on his neck. He had finally given up and done the worse thing in the eyes of every parenting book - he’d given her a tablet loaded with all the Bluey seasons. Meanwhile he’d taken to watching re-runs of Mad Men. 

     - Bed? - he asked the curly haired ginger who looked up at him, her hair in front of her face. - I’ll give you 10 dollars?

     - No. - she replied before looking back at her tablet. Bucky sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Soon the terrible twos would be done and he’d have the terrifying threes. 

    - 20 dollars? - he said once again but she ignored him. He sighed, how come Y/N managed to do this? - Sadie, you can either go to bed or you can be tired tomorrow and not go to the park with Y/N. Choose. 

She looked at him with the death stare which she had inherited from him, but eventually got up, grabbing his hand. Bucky smiled, picking her up and walking to her bedroom. He pushed the sheets from her bed, carefully rolling her to her mattress before tucking her in, handing her a Bingo plushie. 

    - You want a story, babe? - he asked her, brushing her curls away from her forehead. - No?

    - Light?

    - I’ll turn your little moonlight on. - he kissed her forehead. - I love you, Sisi bug. 

She smiled at him and it was enough for him to know she meant she loved him too. He tucked her once more before turning off the main light, leaving the room softly lit by the nightlight. Slowly and softly he went up the stairs, grabbing a wick basket and started collecting toys onto it. She had too many toys, still he wouldn’t stop buying them. As he finished it, Bucky sat back down on the couch. He was annoyed. Why did she even go out with that prick? The only thing they had in common was an alma matter and god knows Chris was a legacy student so it wasn’t like he tried as hard to get into university like Y/N had. God, he hated him. Hated how bland and boring he was. 

He toyed around with the remote, trying to find something that would get his head out of the idea of goddamn Christopher Davis trying to get her out of the practically translucent dress she had been wearing. Bucky could swear she did it on purpose, just to show off to him in those strap heels and short sheer black dress like a temptress. He changed channels once more, hoping he’d find something ... maybe a pay per view porn channel or something. Yet nothing took his mind of his au pair, his employee who he should have some professionalism with, and that stupid lacy bra he could make out under that dress. Dressing up like that for goddamn Davis. 

He stared at his phone, watching as hours passed yet nothing fulfilled. Eventually, Bucky made a mistake, a huge, massive mistake. A mistake which fulfilled itself as he opened the door to show Delia. He handled things badly but right now he needed his fill. 

His lips attacked hers as they stumbled towards the bedroom, Bucky locking the door behind him. This was a bad habit, a terrible habit but her lips felt good, her taste was tempting and Bucky wasn’t the one to have good habits. However, today, things were ... different. Her lips leaving lipstick marks on his neck didn’t feel the same. Maybe this was a mistake. He shouldn’t really have a woman in the house when his daughter was asleep upstairs. 

   - Are you alright? - Delia pulled away from him.

Bucky blinked, he had to be going ... stir crazy. Maybe he’d drank a bit too much whiskey but her features morphed and he could swear that in place of the woman he usually called whenever he needed release, stood the woman he wanted to be here now. The sheer dress a vivid memory in the back of his mind. He ignored her question, moving to kiss her neck and putting his hand over her mouth. His fantasies took full front stage as his mind drew a different reality.

All he could see was her, red lips open wide with soft, high pitched moaned as he kissed down her body, doing away with her dress and her underwear. He wanted to mark her, he wanted to mark this vision of a woman he craved. His hands found the top of his joggers, pushing it down as if he were a horny mess. His cock was painfully hard, slapping against his stomach as he stood over her, this vision of Y/N. All he could think of were all the times she saw her, the outline of her breasts, her collarbones. He didn't pace himself, instead lining up with the woman's entrance before he gripped her hips and slide himself in, without much a second of though. The feeling made him grown, he was insane he reckoned, insane because he knew this wasn't her but all he could see is her. The soft moans, the contracted muscles. He fucked her hard and rough until he felt his release approach. Once he did, he slide himself off, jerking off and coming on her stomach, rolling to the side of the bed. He stared at the ceiling fan of the guest bedroom, his mind lulling him back to reality ... all he could think when that moment was once simple thing - Fuck Chris Davis. 

(...)

Y/N didn’t spend the night. He noticed that in the morning as he was getting prepared from work and saw her walk in, with her dress crimped and hair barely brushed. His blood bubbled. If she wanted to fuck old money, she could’ve fucked him. 

    - Had your release? - he knew he was being mean now, just looking to stir the pot. - Fun night?

    - Why? Need some new jerking off material? - she crossed her arms, speaking in a manner and language that almost made him spit his coffee. - Who’s taking Sadie to school?

    - Well, if you can still walk I’d say he did a pretty shit job, huh?

    - I guess I’m taking Sadie to school. - she rolled her eyes. - And it’s none of your business.

    - Well my employee is fucking another one of my employees. Maybe you should go to HR. 

    - Maybe I should and tell them that the boss is acting like an ass. Are you seriously still upset at me that I flirted with someone at your weird benefit? I’m single, I’m allowed to flirt!

    - Not with Chris Davis. Seriously, Y/N, get a better taste in men. 

    - Because you have such a great taste in women. - she poured herself a cup of coffee. - Since you’re dressed, maybe you should take Sadie to school and see your favourite ego boosting group the PTA mums. 

    - Maybe I will.

    - Picking Sadie up from school or do you want me to?

    - Steve’s picking her up.

    - Steve?

Steve. 

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[moodymelanist]

Hey There, Summerboy

happy @cassianappreciationweek everyone! i'm so so excited to see what everyone creates for this week<3

does parasailing count as flying? of course it does. hope y'all enjoy this one and see you again for more cassian goodness later this week!!

Summary: When the Valkyries’ parasailing excursion doesn’t go as planned, the hot guy on the beach swoops in to help Nesta out.

Word Count: 2,165

Read on AO3 here!

✵✵✵✵✵ Nesta

Nesta sighed happily as she reclined in her lounge chair, shifting ever so slightly to make herself more comfortable. She’d been looking forward to this vacation for months now, and God did it feel good to relax by the pool without a care in the world. The sun was warming her perfectly, she looked great in her navy one-piece, and she’d deleted Outlook from her phone for the week.

She, Emerie, and Gwyn had planned a much-needed girls trip to Mexico, and so far everything had been going perfectly. They’d booked an all-inclusive resort in Cancun – a little further down the hotel strip to lower their chances of being bombarded by college students – and the food was good, the weather was perfect, and Nesta had never enjoyed her life more than this moment.

All she needed now was for Gwyn and Emerie to come join her, but they were taking their time enjoying the buffet. Nesta knew they were actually trying to decide whether a pretty blonde woman and her brooding friend were dating or just friends, so she told them to just catch up with her by the pool once they were finished.

Nesta let herself doze for a bit while she waited for them, and she returned to full awareness at the feeling of someone gently poking her shoulder. “Hmm?”

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” Gwyn said from above her with a wide grin. She pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head, her hand even more freckled than usual thanks to all the time they’d been spending in the sun. “You ready for our excursion?”

“What are we doing again?” Nesta asked, sitting up once she’d adequately stretched her limbs out. Gwyn had gone a little crazy with booking fun things for them to do, and while normally Nesta would be trying to reel her in just a little, she’d been so exhausted and burnt out from work lately that she hadn’t had the heart to tell Gwyn no.

“Parsailing,” Emerie answered. She messed with the straps of her black bathing suit before adding, “We just have to go down to the beach.”

“Yeah, okay,” Nesta replied, glad that she’d worn a more secure bathing suit today. “Let me pack up my stuff and we can go.”

Gwyn beamed. “Yay! I’ve been looking forward to this all vacation.”

“You’ve said that about all the activities,” Emerie responded, teasing just a little bit. 

“Yeah, because they’ve all been exciting,” Gwyn fired back without missing a beat. “Come on, Em! It’s Mexico.”

Nesta finished gathering her stuff, tuning out her friends joking with one another as she neatly repacked her beach bag and put on her beach slides. The three of them made their way down to the beach, sand warm under their feet and the smell of the ocean beckoning them closer as they found the people in charge of the parasailing.  

Emerie quickly stepped in to handle everything, her first language coming in handy just as it had for all the previous days of their trip. As she was talking with the employees, another group stepped into line behind them, but Nesta wasn’t paying too much attention. She was more focused on the way Emerie seemed to be getting more and more insistent, and Nesta didn’t need to understand Spanish to know that that wasn’t exactly the best sign.

Emerie turned to Nesta and Gwyn sheepishly after a few more minutes of conversation. “Uh… she’s saying the parasail only fits two people at once. Not three.”

“You’re kidding,” Gwyn replied, pouting. “I thought the guy at the hotel said we could do three people!”

“Apparently he was wrong,” Emerie said back with a heavy sigh. “So one of us is going to have to go alone, or not at all.” 

“I don’t mind not going,” Nesta responded before either of her friends could get a chance to. “I know how much you two like this kind of stuff.”

“Nesta, I don’t want to do that to you,” Gwyn protested immediately.

“We can find something else to do for all three of us,” Emerie chimed in at nearly the same time.

“No, seriously, it’s okay,” Nesta insisted. She loved her friends, but she also wasn’t exactly champing at the bit to be flying through the air alone. “I’m sure you already paid, so I can just go read by the pool. It’s really not that big of a deal.”

“Nesta, are you sure?” Gwyn asked. “Because we can just find a different activity to do. I have no problems going back inside and getting our money back.”

Before Nesta could firmly tell Gwyn that it was absolutely not a problem, someone chimed in from behind them. “Not to be totally creepy, but… maybe we can help each other out here?”

Nesta turned to see the group she hadn’t been paying attention to earlier was actually made up of the blonde woman and the brooding guy trailing along behind her that Emerie and Gwyn had been debating about earlier. What they hadn’t mentioned was the third member of their group, who had to have been one of the most attractive men Nesta had ever seen in her life. He was tall, with dark swirls of ink curling across his chest and upper arms, and his eyes were a pretty hazel color that made her want to step closer to figure out what color they really were.

“What?” Nesta said dumbly, her brain still catching up somewhat. Emerie snorted from somewhere behind her, but Nesta’s mind was too busy going !!! to fully process that.

“I’m too big to fit on a parasail with my friends anyway,” Hot Beach Guy continued. He motioned to himself with a bit of a self-deprecating grin, and Nesta had to make sure her mouth hadn’t dropped open at the sight of his thighs in his bright red swim trunks. “So if you need someone to go with, I’m your guy.”

“That’ll be perfect,” Gwyn cut in before Nesta could say something embarrassing. Not that she necessarily appreciated Gwyn making the decision for her, but at least it saved her countless sleepless nights replaying this interaction. “Nesta would love to.”

“Nesta, huh?” Hot Beach Guy said, grinning at Nesta. God, she wanted to lick her name right out of his mouth, but she needed to pull it the fuck together. Immediately. “I sure hope you can speak for yourself before we get strapped in together.”

“Of course I can speak for myself,” Nesta said back with a roll of her eyes. He was hot, but not so hot that she was rendered completely incapable of speech. “I don’t know if I want to be strapped in with a stranger.”

“I’m Cassian,” Cassian said, pointing to himself before moving onto his friends. “That’s Mor, and that’s Azriel. Stranger danger solved.”

“I wouldn’t mind a little stranger danger myself,” Emerie said under her breath. Gwyn giggled quietly, but the way Mor was staring Emerie down, Nesta didn’t think danger was going to be any sort of problem tonight. Maybe figuring out their sleeping arrangements, but they’d cross that bridge when they got to it.

“So, Nes,” Cassian continued with a waggle of his eyebrows. One of them had a scar cutting through it, and it was unfair just how much hotter it made him. “What do you say? Do you trust me?”

“You’re no Aladdin,” Nesta replied, cocking an eyebrow of her own, “but I guess you’ll do.”

Cassian laughed, and that was that. Emerie and Gwyn stayed together, as did Azriel and Mor, but somehow Nesta and Cassian ended up being the first to go on the parasail. Judging from Gwyn and Emerie’s knowing smiles, it was probably half so she wouldn’t back out at the last minute and half so they could enjoy watching Cassian shamelessly flirt with her the entire time.

Not that Nesta completely minded that last part.

Shameless flirting aside, Cassian was more than helpful in getting Nesta to the right part of the boat. Before she knew it, they were getting strapped in as the employees gave them all the standard warnings about keeping their limbs where they were supposed to. Nesta swallowed thickly, the reality of what she was doing sinking in a little bit as the employees finished doing their last rounds of safety checks. It was probably too late to back out, but it would also probably be fine. Right?

“It’ll be fine,” Cassian said suddenly, as if he’d plucked the though right out of her mind. Nesta whipped her head to the side to find him already looking at her; the way his gaze was too knowing made her want to look away, but she fought the urge to hide. His eyes were much greener up close than she’d thought. “I’ll protect you.”

“That’s reassuring,” Nesta said back with a roll of her eyes. 

“I’m pretty strong,” he replied, chuckling. “I think I could handle it.”

“Let’s hope we don’t have to find out,” she told him, surprised when he just laughed again. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” he answered without hesitation. “Something about a beautiful woman knocking me down a peg or two really gets me going.”

Nesta was saved from having to reply when the employees started counting down, and suddenly, the boat started speeding up. It felt like hardly any time at all before the parachute started filling up with air, and suddenly Nesta and Cassian’s feet were leaving the ground. Nesta released an undignified squeak that she would absolutely refuse having made if anyone asked her, her feet flailing a little bit as the ground disappeared from underneath them, and her hand shot out of its own accord to grab Cassian’s seemingly already waiting one.

“Let’s go!” Cassian yelled, clearly having the time of his life. He whooped loudly, the sound yanking Nesta out of her head just enough for her to refocus, and she blinked a few times before turning to look at him. “This is awesome!”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” Nesta yelled back over the sound of the wind. “What the hell! This is insane!”

“It’s just like flying,” Cassian answered, still speaking pretty loudly so they could hear each other. Nesta couldn’t help but think to herself that if this was what flying was like, she didn’t know if she wanted any parts of it ever again, but it was a fun thought.“Look how pretty the ocean is!”

She dared to look down beneath their dangling feet, her mouth falling open a little bit at how blue the water was. She hadn’t seen water this blue in a long time, other than from looking out of plane windows, but he was right – it was pretty, and even though her stomach felt a few seconds away from dropping out, she was glad that she’d gotten to see it.

“Told you so!” Cassian told her once Nesta had looked back up. He shifted his hand underneath hers so their fingers were lined up better, and it sent a little zing right up Nesta’s spine. His hands were larger than hers and much, much, warmer, and damn if it didn’t help settle something in her that she didn’t know she needed.

“Don’t get used to it!” Nesta shouted back, wishing she could’ve heard his answering laugh over the wind. 

Cassian spent the rest of the ride cheering and pointing things out for Nesta to look at, which she deeply appreciated despite half the time being a little too nervous to look away from their hands to see what he was talking about. He didn’t seem to be deterred at all; if anything, the only time he got a little deflated was when they felt a tug on the parasail as the rope started turning and bringing them back down to the boat.

Once they’d gotten unhooked from their safety harnesses and had moved back inside the boat, Cassian leaned against the nearest wall and looked down at Nesta with a playful grin. “So for our second date, do you want to do something on the ground, or…?”

“What made you think that was a first date?” Nesta asked, crossing her arms as she looked up at him.

“Holding my hand the entire time was a pretty clear sign, if you ask me,” he replied without missing a beat. 

“If that’s enough to make something a date for you, I’d hate to see what you do after a real one,” she retorted dryly, pulling a laugh from him. 

“I’d love to give you a hands-on demonstration,” he answered, still grinning. “Maybe tonight? Around 8?”

Nesta made a big show of sizing him up, from his wind-tousled curls all the way down to his surprisingly nice feet and back up again. She already knew what her answer was going to be, but she found that she thoroughly enjoyed making him squirm. “Don’t disappoint me.”

Lucky for Cassian, he didn’t.

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[honeyjars-sims]

3.33 Maybe There's a Reason

Today Lucy asked me to have lunch with her, but first she wants to stop by the new employee daycare on the second floor and see how her kids’ first day is going.

“It’s their first time being away from family,” she tells me as we walk towards the classroom. “Christopher and I want them to get used to being around other kids, so they’ll be coming here for a few hours a couple of days a week.”

“I’m sure it’s easier for you being close by,” I say. 

“Yeah, it’s nice being able to pop in and see them. I’m trying not to be too overbearing, though.”

Lucy opens the door to the classroom and two brown-haired toddlers make a beeline for her. They have the same face with bright blue eyes and round cheeks and Lucy has them dressed in coordinating outfits–one in blue with his hair slicked back and the other in brown with hair grazing his forehead.

She crouches down and pulls them both in for hugs. “How are my boys?”

“Mama, we missed you!” The one in brown, whose name I learn is Seth, exclaims.

“You Mama friend?” The other twin, Reese, asks me.

“No way, she has cooties!” 

Reese starts giggling. “Mama cooties, mama cooties!” he chants. Lucy picks him up. 

“This is Johnny,” she tells Reese. “He’s actually the cootie monster.” Reese giggles some more. 

“Well, if Sunny Side ever goes under at least we know we can make toddlers laugh,” I quip.

“That’s not exactly hard to do. Reese laughs every time he passes gas.”

“Same, dude, same.”

Lucy says her goodbyes to the boys and we start heading out to the food stall. 

“It seems like things are going well with the students,” Lucy tells me on the way. “Everyone seems to be fitting in well.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty cool people,” I reply.

“They’re all really nice,” Lucy affirms. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“I might be reading into things too much, but things seem a little tense with you and Lexie.”

“First of all, that’s not a question,” I reply as Lucy cuts her eyes at me. “Secondly, you’re right, there has been some tension, but we’re working through it.”

“Well, whatever is going on, it doesn’t seem to have affected either of your work. I just want to check in with you and make sure everything is okay.”

I think back to my previous conversation with Lucy when she said I can talk to her if I need to. “The truth is, Lexie and I were in a relationship but we broke up last Spring,” I say.

“Wait, I thought she was a lesbian?”

“Well, that’s why we broke up.”

“Oh. Ohhh.”

“Yeah. I took it pretty hard…I dropped out of school because I couldn’t face her,” I admit. “But she’s a really great person. It’s been nice getting to know her again as a friend.”

“That’s good! Maybe there’s a reason she showed up here. Maybe it’s a sign that it’s time to move past all the hurt feelings.”

“Maybe so.”

“Oh, hey, Paul and I are planning a little camping trip in a couple of weeks and I was going to invite you and some of our coworkers along. If you’re interested, maybe you can invite Lexie. It might be a good opportunity for you two to interact outside of work without things being too awkward.”

“Yeah, sure, why not,” I tell her.

While Lucy orders her lunch, I reflect on my last camping trip with Lexie. It didn’t exactly go well, but maybe it will be different now. 

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[ningningsdream]

the villain in your story | part fifty five

word count: 2.3k

SUHTURDAY

"good work today everyone! two more hours to go until closing time.", taeyong said after gathering everyone near the cash register.

"since it's the last day of summer break and that most of you are going back to a part time schedule here. taeyong and i decided to treat you all to dinner. so let's all work hard during those two remaining hours, alright?", johnny said, clasping his hands together in anticipation of everyone's reaction.

obviously, you were all ecstatic to hear that after a long and tiring work day. you all started cheering and clapping having suddenly gain more energy from the announcement.

you couldn't believe it was already the end of your summer break. it wasn't your first summer at suhturday, but this one felt different. first of all, suhturday had never had this much employees but since business was flourishing more and more every passing day, taeyong and johnny needed more people working at the coffee shop. there was only so much jimin could do on her own as the only full time employee. even though with you, joining the team a little after jimin, the popularity of the place soon submerged the two of you. some students, like yourself, came to work part time at suhturday but quickly gave up when they realized how much work it really was and how tiring it could get. you really enjoyed the feeling of working there, the atmosphere and your coworkers. taeyong and johnny always let you try out new recipes in their kitchen before you could afford to get your own apartment and equipment.

when jaemin joined, you didn't think much of it at first, sure you knew him from high school and that one group project you did together but you didn't know him that well, you thought he'd quit like the others at some point. you were surprised when instead of leaving, he brought his friend here with him. renjun becoming an employee here was a blessing for everyone. his experience as a barista really helped elevate the way you all worked and organized things. when jeno joined the team, you were really thinking that jaemin's friend group was slowly taking over suhturday and that maybe it was just some kind of nepotism, but like, the friend version of it? needless to say, you were surprised how quickly jeno picked up everything and when you learned about the variety of job he's had in the past, you understood that adapting to his environment was one of his best skills.

your newest addition was minjeong. after hearing jimin and you talk so much about the coffee shop, and with the amount of time she came to visit, minjeong was determined to apply at suhturday. plus, with uni starting again soon, she thought it would be a great way to still be able to see each other even with our busy schedule. she was still adjusting slowly, having started just a week ago, not everyone could be like renjun or jeno. she definitely couldn't be worse than a certain someone but she was definitely better than you when you started. this is a secret but you've also seen mark's, donghyuck's, chenle's and jisung's applications on taeyong's desk when you were looking for a pen and you can't wait for them to start training.

the second thing that was different was that you had a boyfriend now. you've only been officially dating for a few weeks but it really exceeded all your expectations and even beyond. jaemin was really the sweetest and you couldn't ask for better, not that you would even want someone better if there was any. you were still getting to know each other day by day, learning about the other's interests, hobbies and dreams. you loved lying in your bed with him by your side, talking about everything and anything while he played with your hair and you fidgeted with the fingers of his other hand. you loved making out in his room, even though it often resulted in jeno barging in for whatever he wanted to borrow from jaemin and immediately slamming the door shut again as he apologized profusely while walking back to his room. it happened so many times, you even accused jaemin of purposely instigating make out sessions when you came over so jeno would stop coming into his room without knocking, which of course he denied, saying that he just wanted to kiss his pretty girlfriend, and of course, that instigated another make out session because how could you resist him when he said things like that.

this summer break was better than you could've imagine. you made new friends, better ones, and got to know the people you just considered as acquaintances. you got your found family trope and nothing could ruin this perfect moment of realizat-

"does this dinner apply to old employees as well?", a voice from behind all of you caught your attention as you all turned towards the coffee shop's entrance.

your eyebrows raised in surprise as you took a moment to process the audacity of the person standing in front of you.

"what are you doing here, jiwoo?", you asked, arms crossed, looking her up and down. she was wearing an entire baby pink outfit - probably because she knew it was jaemin's favorite color -, an innocent smile on her face as she held what seemed like a gift in her hands.

"since summer break is over. i thought i'd come by to see how everyone is doing and to drop the gift i got jaemin for his birthday.", jiwoo answered softly as if you two were still besties.

you knew jiwoo was very aware of your current relationship with jaemin, and the fact that she still didn't respect you enough to just disappear from your life was unnerving on another level. you could still feel her hope of getting jaemin's attention with her gift and the audacity that she had to show her face in front of you made something snap in you.

"jiwoo...after everything, you still have the balls to show up here? just leave already.", you said, making everyone's eyes widen. jiwoo tried to keep her innocent act up, but you saw the little scrunch her eyebrows did, indicating to you that she didn't appreciate your words at all.

jeno, who was closest to the entrance, caught taeyong's and johnny's eyes then glanced towards the door, or more precisely, the little sign that said 'open'. they both gave him a nod and he quietly went to flip it over to 'closed'. sure, the coffee shop was losing two business hours but it was already late and not a lot of people were going to come anyway. everyone was far more interested in the ongoing confrontation between jiwoo and you. every suhturday employee was pretty much aware of what happened between the two of you, even taeyong and johnny knew the basics of it all, so no one was a big fan of your ex friend, although she was probably too delusional to read the room.

"don't you think that's a little mean, y/n? i thought we were friends...is that how you treat your friends?", jiwoo asked, face contorted in a pained expression, lower lip pouting a little as she tried her best to gain sympathy from others.

as if they'd turn on you.

"mean?", you scoffed, "you want me to be mean?", your gaze darkened as you took a step closer to her, "i'll be the fucking villain."

no one dared to blink, afraid they'd miss something. the air was thick and the tension heavy as everyone's attention was on the two of you.

"you need to grow the fuck up, kim jiwoo. what did you think would happen after you show up here? that we would welcome you with open arms? that you could somehow turn everyone against me? breaking news, no one here can freaking stand you. haven't you noticed or is your head shoved so far up your ass that you think no one could ever hate the all mighty kim jiwoo?", you paused to look at her expression, and to calm yourself a little before continuing, "you're like a baby that needs permanent attention or its gonna die but guess what? you're not the seventeen-years-old high school's sweetheart jiwoo anymore. you're twenty three, act like it.", jiwoo's eyes started to water, as if she was going to break down, but after all those years by her side, you learned to see right through her game, "and you can drop your whole act right now, it's pathetic...like how you're still so hung up on jaemin...my boyfriend. he never liked you, still doesn't and probably never will, so give up already if you still got some pride left. and just so you know, this me, talking, is not because i've 'changed', i just held myself back because we were friends. something you should really learn the meaning of. i would've never done to you what you did to me. never."

you could see that your words got to her. her face didn't change but the look in her eyes...you saw anger and hurt? maybe something got through her thick skull. but it quickly disappeared as anger took over. jiwoo opened her mouth to say something but you interrupted her.

"leave, jiwoo. you've embarrassed yourself enough.", you told her, nodding towards the exit.

jiwoo clenched her teeth as she looked at everyone else. no one said anything to contradict you or support her. her shoulders slumped down and she ran out of the coffee shop, a few tears escaping her eyes as she was ready to call lia to tell her everything that just happened.

the silence that followed jiwoo's departure felt like hours. you were still deep in your thoughts, not believing what just came out of you. you didn't filter anything and you hoped your friends didn't think any differently of you. did they think you were too harsh? merciless? unnecessarily mean? maybe a littl-

"that was so hot!", minjeong exclaimed, breaking the silence.

you turned towards your friend to see her shaking from excitement with eyes brighter than you've ever seen them.

"i think i'm falling in love.", jaemin said, hands over where his heart is, making you punch his shoulder playfully.

"hyuck is gonna be so mad he missed that.", renjun said.

"i'm soooo gonna brag about it.", jeno chuckled, already pulling his phone out and texting the one in question.

"i wish i could watch that again.", jimin sighed.

"i recorded it.", minjeong said, waving her phone up.

"me too.", taeyong said, doing the same thing and the two of them high fived each other.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as to why they would do that.

"what? it's for legal reasons. just in case.", taeyong said but you were pretty sure it was an excuse.

"i want to set that as my alarm in the morning or like my motivation when i work out.", minjeong joked, but somehow it was something you knew she was capable of.

"our y/n grew so much.", johnny patted your head affectionately like an older brother would with his little sister.

"oh my god. stop, you guys are embarrassing me.", you said, hiding your face in your hands. jaemin smiled at you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders to let you hide in his chest.

"so what now? do we like reopen the shop or...?", jimin asked, even though it was clear in her voice that she was in no mood to deal with the customers coming in five minutes before closing time.

"oh hell nah, we need to celebrate whatever just happened.", johnny exclaimed, making everyone cheer and laugh.

you all grabbed your belongings and started walking out. you went to the bar of one of taeyong and johnny's friend, yuta, you weren't really close with the guy but you remembered his face very well as he was one of the regular at suhturday, staying a little longer sometimes, after getting his coffee, to talk to your two bosses. he greeted you all with a smile before installing you in one of the available booth.

"to y/n getting rid of her fake ass friend.", minjeong said, raising her glass.

"to y/n getting rid of her fake ass friend!!", the whole group shouted, raising their glasses as well, except you, who tried to shush them for shouting something like that so loudly.

"i can't with you guys.", you shook your head, hand on your eyes is desperation but a smile on your lips nonetheless.

"you can't blame us for being so happy! i couldn't wait for her to leave the first day i started working with her.", renjun said, seeming to be the happiest one out of the bunch.

"dude, you were complaining about her so much i was starting to think that you were secretly in love with her or something.", jeno said, earning an offended look from renjun who instantly opened his mouth to defend himself.

you felt a hand grabbing yours under the table and turned to give your full attention to your boyfriend, "how are you feeling?", he asked you.

"i feel drained, but i'm glad i got to empty my bag once and for all."

"you did great.", jaemin smiled, patting your head gently, "come home with me tonight, i'll make you feel all relaxed."

you raised an eyebrow at his wording.

"that sounded dirtier than in my head."

"well, you, come home with me and we can make it even dirtier.", your voice was low so that only your boyfriend could hear your suggestion.

jaemin's smile grew at your reply as he nodded, his pupils dilating at the idea.

the two of you got back into the group's discussion, knowing you'll have all the time you wanted to enjoy each other's company after this. your eyes lingered around the table at every face of the people present, taking in the feeling of happiness that surrounded you.

the realization started hitting you slowly. you've got a great group of friends, a part time job you loved, your studies were going well and you had the best boyfriend. your healing journey was going great and you learned that it was never about being the good guy in everyone's life but accepting the fact that you are bound to be the villain in someone's story.

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pairing: fem!oc x barista!jaemin, fembarista!reader x barista!jaemin

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, barista!au, sns au

summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?

a/n: only the epilogue left and tviys will officially end 🥹

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╰┈➤ ❝ NAOKO’S BACKGROUND !

✰ DISCLAIMER

Quoted paragraphs indicate that Naoko has talked about the topic in front of cameras before; therefore, the information is known to the public. Mentions of death.

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╰┈➤ ❝ 2000–2018: EARLY LIFE !

Kuroda Naoko was born on February 28, 2000, in Nōgata, Fukuoka, Japan. She is the only child of mother Kuroda Minami and father Kuroda Yuka.

Her parents both own and work on a farm. Although Naoko lived with them, she was raised by her grandparents who took care of her while her parents were busy with work. Naoko doesn’t talk much about her childhood, so little is known about her from that time.

In 2006, Naoko started elementary education. She graduated elementary school in 2012 and began secondary education the same year.

At 14, Naoko got interested in dance after discovering K-pop. She wasn't able to attend dance classes, so she taught herself how to dance at home.

❝I started dancing when I was about 14. I saw K-pop groups dance and I got interested, but my parents didn’t have money for dance classes, so I danced at home.❞

In 2015, Naoko graduated from junior high school and started senior high school. She was an average student. Naoko graduated from senior high school in 2018.

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╰┈➤ ❝ 2018–2022: TRAINEE LIFE !

Months after graduation, Naoko was street cast by a JYP employee and was asked to come to Korea and train. She was hesitant at first, but ultimately decided to try. In September 2018, Naoko moved to South Korea and became a trainee at JYP Entertainment.

Naoko quickly became one of the best trainees at JYP. She was already good at dancing and seemed to find no struggle with singing. She was often praised for her skills and visuals. After she had finished the basic training, Naoko trained with ITZY members, but she was dropped from the lineup 2 months before ITZY’s debut.

In June 2020, Naoko’s grandparents died. She then left JYP and considered going back to Japan. However, 2 months later she was scouted by a CUBE Entertainment employee and became a trainee again, this time at CUBE.

❝My grandparents died during covid. I think I didn’t know what to do at the time. I didn’t want my parents to be alone, but I didn’t want to go back home yet. I left JYP without thinking it through.❞

While training at CUBE, she worked part-time jobs. The longer she trained, the more hope she was losing of ever debuting, but she tried to stay determined until the end.

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╰┈➤ ❝ 2022–PRESENT: BOYS PLANET AND ZEROBASEONE !

In July 2022, NAOKO applied for BOYS PLANET after her trainee friend encouraged her to do so. She was chosen as one of the contestants months later. At the end of 2022, BOYS PLANET's filming began.

❝I auditioned for BOYS PLANET with my friend who was also a trainee, but he didn’t get picked.❞

On April 20, 2023, Naoko placed 10th during BOYS PLANET's finale, making her a member of ZEROBASEONE. She debuted as a ZEROBASEONE member on July 10 with the group’s first mini album "YOUTH IN THE SHADE".

Despite thousands of doubts and uncertainty, Naoko’s debut in ZEROBASEONE was like a turning point in her life. It’s obvious—she smiles wider, sleeps better, and her heart beats a little faster. And although the future is still unknown, Naoko makes the most out of every moment she has with her fans and members. The success is more than personal; her popularity from BOYS PLANET carried over into ZEROBASEONE, and from debut until the present, she has remained one of the most popular members of the group.

itsstarseason 2024 ✰

[themthistles]

we talk about how juwon is both smart AND stupid somehow but i think a better way to say this is that he is book smart but street stupid.

hyuk directly calls him out on it when he tells juwon that dongsik will always run circles around him because unlike our boy dongsik didn't learn about the world from a textbook, he has firsthand experience dealing with people. and hyuk is so right because then juwon goes and tries to emulate dongsik and fucks up tremendously.

he graduated top of his class and that is completely in line with his character. single minded, obsessive memorization of text to the point that he knows it by heart, he is known to do that. but past the point of graduation we have no indication that juwon was a particularly outstanding detective. like he is a big time crime solving cop in seoul city, sure but he's also a nepo baby and his father definitely influenced his position. i don't even mean directly, just people trying to get on han kihwan's good side by treating his son well (i imagine they kept a lot of what they thought about juwon and his shining personality to themselves too)

so juwon is fresh out of the academy, he's top student, he's never been told off much, if at all. he has a very high opinion of himself. thing is: he knows the law well, he's quick thinking and determined but he's also extremely stubborn, unsociable and impulsive, so frankly i don't think he was a very fun person to work with and therefore not a very good employee. i can imagine heated fights and frustration of his colleagues whenever they disagreed on something. i think he was hyper aware and fed up with people's opinion of him in that 'i'm not a bad detective, everyone just gets in my way and if only they listened to me, we wouldn't be having these problems' type of way. he then proceeds to get obsessed with a certain case, goes completely rogue with no oversight and supervision, no doubt thinking that he's going to nail this and he'll show them and they're all gonna be sooo impressed and well.. we all know how that one ends.

he's so set on being right that he sees no alternative. and even when he turns out to be wrong again and again, it takes a painful amount of time for him to have an epiphany. his belief that he's the smartest person in the room comes from arrogance and entitlement and his arrogance and entitlement come from his rigid belief that if he's such a smart boy with good grades then he cannot be wrong because then what does that degree even mean, what does it all mean, who am i -> identity crisis. that's why he can't admit at first that his father is a criminal who doesn't play by the rules because then juwon's an idiot who's followed them for no reason expecting entire world to do the same. that's why he keeps running to dongsik with clues and flimsy proof expecting him to turn himself in like they're in scooby doo and dongsik's gonna go 'ahh you got me' as juwon takes off his mask. when you solve a mathematical problem you don't expect the numbers to suddenly leap up and change around or tell you to fuck off. juwon's main arc is seeing the grey between the black and white but it's also realising that humans are much more complex than a theoretical exercise and sometimes the solution is to set the textbook on fire.

[misscorn]

Day 5 Regret/Support

ehehehe this is silly @takaritsuweek

**

“I think the new guy hates me.” Takano Masamune lamented on his living room floor, a beer in hand with his head resting on the table in front of him. He had already downed several cans and was beginning to feel woozy.

“Is this why you asked to hang out? To get drunk and complain about your new underling?” Yokozawa asked with annoyance, nursing his own drink but not nearly as tipsy as his friend. “What’s his name again?” 

“Onodera Ritsu.” Takano said, lifting his head to look toward Yokozawa with narrowed eyes, as if offended that his friend forgot. 

“Right. And why do you care? And more importantly, why should I care?” Yokozawa asked. 

“Because I want him to like me!” Takano exclaimed in frustration. 

He’s always more open when he’s drunk, Yokozawa thought, just a little bit amused, but mostly irritated with Takano’s antics. “I still don’t understand why I should care in this situation.”

“Because you’re my friend, you jackass, you’re supposed to support me or whatever…” Takano grumbled, taking another sip of his beer.

“Support you how?” Yokozawa asked. As far as he could tell the only role he could possibly play in this situation was an ear for Takano’s drunk ramblings.

“I don’t know, give me advice or something on how to make him not hate me.” Takano said. 

“If he already hates you then that ship has probably sailed. You get on people’s bad sides quickly.” Yokozawa said. “Besides, doesn’t everyone kind of hate their boss? You hate Isaka.”

“Yeah, but he’s annoying and I’m charming and handsome-”

“And humble.” Yokozawa deadpanned. “Why do you want him to like you so bad in the first place?” Yokozawa couldn’t recall a time where Takano put in particular effort with the other members of the Emerald team to get buddy-buddy with them. 

Takano, warm and loose from the alcohol and unable to maintain his usual mask of indifference, slowly started to turn red. “I just…well…I like him.” He mumbled, eyes downcast. Onodera Ritsu was captivating, like a flame that never dimmed. He was hard working to a fault, intelligent, determined, considerate, and not to mention absolutely gorgeous. Takano found himself thinking about green a lot more these days. Just as he was about to launch into this list of things he liked about Ritsu (and more), Yokozawa spoke first.

“You can’t be fucking serious. Do you have an honest to God crush on this guy? Are you twelve?” 

“Shut up!” Takano snapped defensively. “What? I’m not allowed to like someone?” He demanded. 

“You can’t just have a one night stand with one of your editors, that can only result in disaster.” Yokozawa said. 

“Who said anything about a one night stand?” 

“...You’re joking. You actually want to date this guy?” 

“So what if I do? He’s so nice and he’s so pretty…” Takano finished off his beer and set the can aside, about to reach for another one, but Yokozawa smacked his hand away. 

“When have you ever seriously dated someone?” Yokozawa asked, incredulous. 

“So, I’m banned from dating because I have no serious experience?” Takano huffed.

“No, but do you really think it’s a good idea to pursue some kind of exclusive relationship for the first time with your employee?” 

“You’re supposed to be giving me advice, not trying to talk me out of it.” 

“I am giving you advice, you just don’t like it. Don’t do this, Masamune. If the guy hates you, he hates you. Just forget about it.” Yokozawa said.

Takano scowled at that. 

As if he’d let go of it that easily. 

-

The next morning Takano started to regret the amount of beer he’d had. It took him quite a few drinks to get drunk and he hadn’t drank that much in a while. So, the headache he had woken up to was a nice little reminder that he wasn’t a college student doing bar crawls anymore. 

He showered, took some over the counter medicine for the ache, and hoped he didn’t look as disheveled as he felt as he left his apartment. He started to head down the hallway, surprised to see a familiar figure not that far ahead of him also walking toward the elevator.

“Onodera..?” 

Ritsu turned when hearing his name, his eyes widening and face paling slightly - as though Takano were a poltergeist rather than a person. 

“T-Takano-san? W-What are you doing here?”

“I live here.” 

“You…live…here?” Ritsu echoed

“Yeah, apartment 1201.” Takano said.

“Oh. W-What a small world.” Ritsu started to force laughter, fidgeting nervously. “I live in apartment 1202. N-Not that I’m stalking you or anything, it’s a total coincidence! I would never move in next door to you on purpose!” Ritsu exclaimed. 

Damn, okay, guess I’m a shitty boss and a shitty neighbor, Takano thought. “I see. Well, I had a friend over last night. I hope we didn’t disturb you at all.” He said.

“Oh, no, not at all!” Ritsu assured. “B-But, we should get going. We don’t want to be late!” Ritsu laughed fakely once more before rushing toward the elevator and pressing the button several times. Takano followed, his eyes raking over the back of Ritsu’s tense form as they waited for the elevator. He supposed it was common to be nervous around your boss, but Takano wished Ritsu could at least make eye contact with him. 

Once the doors dinged and opened up, they both stepped inside. Ritsu gave Takano several side glances, shifting from foot to foot as though he could not stand still before he spoke up. “Y-You know what? I think maybe I’ll take the stairs! I-I need to get my steps in when I can!” Ritsu said in a voice that was way too cheerful before he left the elevator just as the doors were starting to close, making them swing back open. 

Takano opened his mouth as if to protest, but he didn’t really have the right to demand that Ritsu ride the elevator with him. I guess he doesn’t want to be stuck in here with me. 

“S-See you at work, Takano-san.” Ritsu said, going to sprint off before he suddenly tripped and fell over his own feet, landing on the floor. 

“Onodera?!” Takano exclaimed in concern, stepping out of the elevator to help him stand up. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” Ritsu insisted immediately, standing up on his own, not even looking toward the hand that had been outstretched to assist him. He rushed off toward the stairs, quickly disappearing. 

Takano let out a sigh, hearing the elevator close behind him. 

He definitely hates me, Takano thought as he pressed the button once more, waiting for the doors to open back up. That usually wasn’t such a problem for Takano. Like Yokozawa said last night, he got on people’s bad sides easily. Takano was quite used to people disliking him and for the most part was indifferent to it. So, he had never tried to get someone who hated him to change their mind. 

I guess I’ll have to start small. 

-

“What are you gonna get?”

Ritsu had been debating on what to get from the vending machine in the break room, but nearly jumped out of his skin when hearing a deep voice come from behind him. He spun around, surprised to find Takano standing so close to him. Ritsu went to take a step back, but remembered that the vending machine was there and managed to barely resist his body’s instinct to move away. 

“Oh, uh, p-probably just some coffee…” Ritsu answered, avoiding looking at Takano directly. All morning Ritsu had been evading Takano’s gaze. There were a couple times where Takano thought he might have caught Ritsu staring, but Ritsu would look away so quickly that Takano couldn’t determine if he had been glaring with disdain or not. 

“Did you not sleep well last night?” Takano asked, getting some money out. “You’ve gotta make sure to take care of yourself. You always work so hard, you have to rest sometimes too.”

“I-I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Takano-san, you don’t have to worry about me.” Ritsu said, turning a little pink as he stepped out of the way to let Takano use the vending machine first.

Damn it, did I offend him? Takano wondered as he fed his money into the machine before getting a can of coffee for Ritsu. “Here.” He held it out toward him after retrieving it. 

“...h-huh?”

“It’s for you. You said you wanted coffee, right?” Takano said. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Ritsu denied quickly. 

“Consider it a late welcome gift. Come on, it’s just coffee.” Takano insisted.

Ritsu hesitated before slowly taking the coffee, not wanting to be rude by denying too fiercely. “Um, thank you.” 

“No problem.” Takano said, hoping that this interaction could potentially lead to a conversation with Ritsu that was non-work related. “Do you-”

“I should probably get back to my desk.” Ritsu said quickly, turning away from Takano. “Thank you again for the coffee, I really appreciate it, I’ll get yours next time.” He added as he scampered away. 

Takano’s shoulders slumped with defeat before he turned toward the vending machine to get his own coffee. Try and try again, I guess, he told himself, leisurely strolling back toward the Emerald department as he sipped on his caffeinated beverage. 

“Eh, Ricchan, are you feeling alright? Your face is really red…” Takano heard Kisa ask as he came back. 

“I-I’m fine!” Ritsu said immediately. 

“Oi, you’re not sick, are you?” Takano asked, going over to stand next to Ritsu, trying to get a good look at him. 

“Of course not, I’m perfectly healthy, promise!” Ritsu said, facing forward to try to busy himself with his work.

“...Hmph. Fine. Let me know if that changes.” Takano said, giving Ritsu a pat on the shoulder as he walked by and taking notice of the way he immediately tensed up at the touch. I’ll have to keep a closer eye on him, I don’t think he would say anything even if he was feeling unwell, Takano thought as he sat back down at his desk. 

“Ricchan, did your face get even redder?”

“Y-You’re imagining things, Kisa-san!”

-

“Onodera, you should wrap it up if you want to make the last train.” Takano said, having finished packing up his own things to head home for the night. 

“I-oh-but…” Ritsu trailed off, clearly unwilling to depart. 

“No ‘buts’. Whatever you’re working on now can wait till tomorrow. Come on.” Takano insisted. 

“I-I’ll leave soon, I promise.” Ritsu said. “Have a good night, Takano-san.”

He’s trying to avoid leaving with me, Takano thought with a huff, but he wasn’t giving up yet. “Well, I can’t let the noob stay even later than me.” He said. “So, I guess I’ll just have to wait for you to finish.”

“What? No! Y-You absolutely do not have to do that.” Ritsu said. “Please, go home and relax for the rest of the evening.”

“You might put me out of my job if I let you work harder than me.” Takano said, only teasing, though Ritsu spluttered at the implication. 

“I-I would never-!”

“I know.” Takano said, smirking a bit. “I’m just messing with you.” He’s so cute, Takano thought with a quiet, but wistful sigh. “Let’s go home. Since we found out we’re neighbors we have to look out for each other, right?” He said. 

Ritsu cringed a bit at that reminder. “I’m really sorry if it makes you uncomfortable that we live next door to one another, I had no idea you lived in that building, if I did I wouldn’t have-” 

“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable.” Takano interrupted. “But the thought of you pulling an all nighter in this office does. So, let’s go.” 

Ritsu still took a good few moments of consideration before he finally started to get ready to leave. Takano smiled a little in triumph. 

“I’m guessing you haven’t had anything to eat for dinner yet?” Takano asked as they started to make their way toward the elevator. 

Ritsu seemed to get more nervous with every step they took. “Ah, n-no, I haven’t.” 

“Do you have anything to eat at your house?” Takano asked. 

“I-I was probably going to stop in some twenty four hour convenience store on the way home and get something to eat…” Ritsu admitted. 

Takano gave a disapproving click of his tongue. “Why don’t I make you something instead? I’m gonna be cooking for myself anyway and if you’re already right next door…” 

“W-What?” Ritsu choked out. “N-NO - I mean - that would - that’s just too much. I couldn’t ask you to do something like that.” He said as they stood in front of the elevator. “Um, you know, I-I think maybe I’ll take the stairs again-”

“Do you have some kind of problem with me?” Takano asked, his impatience overriding his logic and forcing him to state the question that had been bugging him since Ritsu’s arrival. 

“Huh? No, of course I don’t-” The elevator opened and Takano grabbed Ritsu’s arm, pulling him inside with him and pressing the ‘close door’ button. “T-Takano-san, wait a second!”

“Why do you avoid me so much if there’s no issue?” Takano asked and let him go once the doors shut. 

“I’m not avoiding you.” Ritsu denied. 

“Even right now you’re refusing to look right at me.” Takano said. “Have I done something to offend you? Or are you that nervous around me as boss and subordinate?” 

“Um, I just…”

“I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable or anything, but I want us to be able to get along.” Takano continued. 

“Well - the thing is-”

“And I know I can be kind of abrasive…okay, let’s be real, I can be kind of an asshole, so if I put my foot in my mouth at some point I’m sorry-”

“Takano-san-”

“So if we could somehow start over-”

“I like you!”

The elevator doors opened up to the lobby, Takano staring at Ritsu in surprise while Ritsu’s face flooded with immediate regret.

“You…like m-”

“I’m so sorry, please forget I said that!” Ritsu, in a scene that comically mirrored this morning, sprinted out of the elevator only to trip and fall over his own feet for the second time that day. 

“Christ, you were not built for running. Stop it before you kill yourself.” Takano said, offering a hand. 

Ritsu once again could not bring himself to accept Takano’s help, too entrenched in his own shame. “I’m really sorry, Takano-san…” He apologized again as he stood up. 

“Sorry for what?” 

“D-Don’t make me say it again!” Ritsu said, beginning to leave the building, though Takano followed close behind.

“What? So, you’re sorry for liking me?” Takano asked. 

“...Yes.” Ritsu answered miserably, picking up his walking speed in an attempt to get away, but Takano grabbed his hand - half to make sure Ritsu wouldn’t leave and half to make sure Ritsu didn’t fall on his face trying to run again. 

“Don’t be sorry for that, idiot.” Takano said as he kept up with him. 

Ritsu frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’m not a-”

“I like you too.” Takano said. “I want to take you out on a date.”

Ritsu’s fast paced footsteps came to a halt. “W-What?”

“I. Want. To. Date. You.” Takano said. “Was that clear enough?”

“I - you - b-but, you’re my boss.” Ritsu protested, glancing around nervously, thankful that it was late enough for others to not be nearby.

“So? You like me, I like you, nothing else matters besides that.” Takano said. 

“You make things sound so simple…” Ritsu said with a disheartened laugh. “We’re also both men.” He pointed out.

“And yet that didn’t stop us from liking each other.”

“This is about more than us liking each other, Takano-san, i-it’s about our jobs, our families, our friends-”

“Ritsu,” Takano interrupted, Ritsu nearly choking on his own words at the sound of his given name, “we like each other. Can’t we just start there? Please? Wouldn’t it be a waste not to give this a chance?” He asked.

Ritsu took in a deep breath, releasing it in a loud sigh as he looked away from Takano, carefully weighing his words. The last time Ritsu could recall feeling even remotely similar to this was way back in high school. He had become infatuated with an upperclassman, but had never built up the courage to confess. If he didn’t pursue this then…wouldn’t he just be letting another opportunity at love slip by? 

L-Love?! Ritsu was a little startled by his own thoughts. He didn’t love Takano, that would be ridiculous…at least…he didn’t love him yet. But maybe he could. 

“...Okay.” 

“Okay?” Takano echoed before he fully processed the response. “Okay. Okay!” He smiled, letting go of Ritsu’s hand to opt for slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Come on, we should really hurry if we’re gonna catch the train. And then we can have our first date at my place. I’ll make you dinner.”

“All I really want to do is go to bed, so it better be amazing.” Ritsu sighed, feeling exhausted after a full day of work followed by an emotional rollercoaster. “A-And let go of me, seriously, we’re still in public.” He protested.

Takano chuckled. “I promise, I’ll impress you.” He said, giving him a squeeze instead of letting him go. 

Turns out the new guy didn’t hate him at all.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Haunted

Summary / author notes:

Double fill! https://nasuversekinkmeme.tumblr.com/post/714468172064030720/i-want-some-good-old-fashioned-kara-no-kyoukai (“Some KnK ghost hunting”) and https://nasuversekinkmeme.tumblr.com/post/717466704744185856/something-around-ryougi-shiki-and-time-loops-can (“Something with Shiki and time loops”).

As “the one behind that Kirie Fujou fill we do not talk about”, I thought I had the “skillset” to do the first prompt, but then I ran on an issue:

Kara no Kyoukai does not have ghost hunting.

There’s movie 1 but it’s not a ghost, just some underappreciated blorbo with the Sadako look. Then there’s the fog-wraith from movie 4 (does it even have a canon name? If not, I’d like to propose “Miasma”.), but it’s more of self-defense rather than hunting.

But then I decided: we could do the Overlooking View mixup all over again. Except worse.

Much, much worse.

The time loop aspect was added as a justification to why Shiki just doesn’t slash the “ghost” from the get-go.

Stop reading if you are squeamish about damage to the eyes or emotionally attached to Mikiya. Also, props to whoever recognizes what Touko’s machine is referencing.

Fill:

[Haunted]

>1.

He’s gone.

And she hadn’t been there to save him.

What remains lies on the floor, all mangled. Shiki was going to be without anyone by her side again. Just like the time when she was left alone in a coma, when her other self died.

She was certain of one thing, though: whoever did this, was going to end up in a far worse state than him. Shiki looked away -no point in looking for the lines of death in someone who is already dead-, up to the stairwell, and saw something up there.

A ghost. Yellowish gown, long black hair concealing her face. And plenty of lines to strike.

She looked back with the intent to look at the corpse one last time before going up to meet the enemy, but the corpse wasn’t there anymore. Not even the blood.

Shiki quickly rushed to Touko’s office, but she stopped at the first floor. What she saw there shocked her more than what she had seen in the basement.

Mikiya happily walking out of the door.

“I’m leaving for some errands. Take care!”

No way.

The corpse in the basement was his.

>2.

As usual, Touko was in her office, a testament of occult research and Diogenes Syndrome. Her excuse to not pay Mikiya in advance this time was an old machine resembling a photo booth, which had several burn marks from an earlier test.

“Touko, what the hell happened to MIkiya.”

The mage looked away from her magical piece of junk, and stared at her employee-student-attack dog. Strangely enough, she didn’t utter a word for a bit.

“Nothing.” She resumed her work on the damaged gizmo. “Just let me fix this thing, and we’ll give it another go.”

“Touko, I’m serious. I saw Mikiya die.” Shiki’s tone was unusually loud. “All mangled, thrown down the stairs. And there was an apparition watching from the top floor.”

“You’re imagining things. Mikiya is perfectly fine, he just went out to do some errands.”

“I saw that too.”

“Exactly. You’re probably just seeing things, maybe our first test run messed up a bit with your head.”

Shiki sighed. She was used to Touko being annoying, but not uncooperative.

“I’m going to look into what’s going on. You keep working on that space machine or whatever you call it.”

“Spatial conceptual interchange machine, and I didn’t choose the name.”

Shiki walked out of the office, and went down into the basement, where she began one of the toughest tasks of her life: rummage through industrial amounts of clutter, while trying to resist the urge to just kill all of Touko’s rejected artifacts to find if the corpse in the basement had been real.

The sheer boredom made the time she was stuck in a coma look like a festive event.

1 hour of rummaging through objects she’ll never know the use of.

What a shit day.

The boredom was actually tolerable, what got on her nerves was the feeling of impending danger. Normally that feeling would be welcome in her book, but the fact that the danger could just strike Mikiya behind her back turned it into a sense of dread.

2 hours - that’s it, it’s time to stab some garbage -

CRUNCH

The mangled corpse was there again. It had been real.

She quickly ran towards it, and looked up. The ghost was there, walking away, too far up to distinguish her face. Shiki looked down, and Mikiya’s body wasn’t there anymore.

>3.

It had started with that damn machine. Something Touko had gotten from a mage garage sale. She called it “artifact transfer”, but Shiki was pretty sure it was just a mage garage sale.

“Spatial conceptual interchange machine. It’s used to exchange the concept of spatial location between a predefined entity and a target.”

“Who made this and why do we need it, Touko?”

“A Spanish branch of the Mage’s Association. The Técnicos Investigación Arcana, if I recall correctly.”

Touko proceeded to demonstrate the device’s functionality by putting some papers inside of it. After inputting some strange runes Shiki did not understand nor care about, one of the office’s many TV screens was replaced with the very same stack of papers. The mage opened the machine’s door, revealing the TV to be inside of it.

“You know we could just carry the stuff ourselves, right?”

“It’s not just objects. It can also exchange living entities. Would you like to give it a go? We could swap you with this chair.”

Why did she have to agree to that? Right, so Touko wouldn’t bother her later. What happened is that the machine made some noise, and when it stopped she was still inside of it. And one part of the machine now had burns of it. So much for “teleportation of living things”. Why would Touko be so fixated on repairing that piece of junk?

She had no time to ponder on the answer to that question. Shiki’s priority was stopping whatever was going on with Mikiya and the ghost. So she began inspecting the upper floor, which were in various states of disrepair ranging from “abandoned” to “near collapse”. No wonder Touko didn’t want her and Mikiya to peek around the building. But Touko was too busy with her beloved failure of a teleportation machine.

Shiki saw the ghost again. Phasing through a wall - standing almost-inside the wall, on a crucifixion-like pose. The enemy looked unassuming. The only differences between her and the standard idea of a female ghost were her cloth -a pale yellow houseboat-ish gown rather than a white dress- and the bandages on her face.

Shiki raised her knife.

“Did you kill Mikiya?”

The ghost looked up, and suddenly phased into the wall. Or rather, was sucked into the wall.

Shiki quickly ran through the empty rooms, trying to find where her enemy was, like a twisted game of whack-a-mole. She could just kill the walls, but she was already breaking Touko’s rules enough by being up there.

Nothing. The ghost had vanished.

A loud crunch was heard in the distance, coming from below.

>4.

“I’m back!.”

Mikya walked into the office, with his usual smile. Shiki quickly rushed to him.

“Mikiya, there’s something wrong. I need you to stay outside while I figure out how to kill the threat.”

The man’s reply was to walk past her. He just went into Touko’s possibly-magic fridge and started placing the groceries. Shiki made a few more attempts at communication, ranging from kind words to a near-slap-to-the-face, but Mikiya did not respond.

How do you kill ignorance?

“Touko. What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On.”

She didn’t even bother to look away from her beloved teleportation machine. “Shiki, please wait while I repair this. Stop looking around. You won’t like what you might find.”

Needless to say, Shiki didn’t wait and decided to follow Mikiya like a shadow. While he sometimes tended to ignore blatant signs of danger, this was on a whole new level. Mikiya just went through his daily tasks, completely unaware of his partner’s presence.

What was going on today?

Mikiya was fine earlier in the morning, before… that damn machine. If following Mikiya as a bodyguard didn’t work out, she was going to slash that piece of junk to pieces, and then slash the pieces. But for now, her priority was acting as a bodyguard to Mikiya, and nothing would stop her from achieving her goal of not leaving him alone…

…until Mikiya went to the bathroom.

Damn. It.

Shiki decided to just wait, promising herself to not do any harsh actions. 5 seconds later, she opened the bathroom door. Mikiya was fine, although he still ignored her… and the fact that the bathroom wasn’t a bathroom.

An empty room, filled with the corpses she had seen. Except they weren’t corpses. They were puppets. Like the Mikiya she had seen walking into the room, which was standing in the center, motionless.

“I told you not to look.” Touko stepped from a convenient shadow. “I thought this would be the last place you would check. Normally this only happens once per week, but Glaucoma hasn’t taken the sound of your voice well.”

Mikiya left the bathroom, and went upstairs. Shiki quickly proceeded to follow him, but she was interrupted by Touko.

“This isn’t your home, Shiki. Just wait until I fix the spatial conceptual interchange machine.”

“Screw you.”

Mikiya had already left. She rushed to the top floor, but she was late. He was already gone. The ghost was there, dropping his mangled form down the stairwell.

>5.

“What have you done?!” Shiki shouted at the ghost, with an unusual amount of rage in her voice. Her enemy turned around to look at her, except she couldn’t really “look”. The bandage she had seen covered the apparition’s eyes, and there faint bloody smears on it.

“I missed you.”

A childish smile. The voice was familiar.

“…what?”

“I thought you were gone. But I heard your voice. I made sure to kill him all over again, so he doesn’t make you die again.”

The ghost raised her hand, and grabbed her bandage.

“…can I still see you?”

Shiki expected the bloodied, empty eye socket.

She didn’t expect what was where the eye used to be.

A blue dot. As if it was drawn over the emptiness in the phantom’s eyes.

“No. You’re still a mass of veins. Like everything else.”

The phantom raised her other hand, revealing a small scalpel.

“…are you Glaucoma?”

“That’s what she calls me.”

Step.

Step.

“But you know me as SHIKI.”

>Before.

He was all alone. She died. Because she could not bear the memory of hurting him.

Something was in his eyes. Twisted, pulsating lines. Over everyone. Over everything. In a panic, he tried to remove the source of the problem.

It didn’t work. Every time he removed that bandage, a horrible world stared back. Ghostly threads over a black void, twisting in odd angles. A world of veins.

“Who are you?”

That woman again. The humanoid mass of veins who had more veins coming out of her, attached to something far, far away.

“You’re quite a unique case. I don’t think I have seen someone with Mystic Eyes but no physical eyes before. Do you understand what you’re seeing?”

He did.

He had already cut one vein accidentally. The nurses were still wondering how that one flower in his hospital room had fallen apart.

He understood what he was seeing.

And he knew how much he wanted to tear apart every last one of them.

He knew he wanted to kill everything.

It had always been like this. He was the cheerful one. The one fascinated with murder. She was the one holding everything inside. But she is gone now.

Something else kept coming into his room every night. Another mass of veins. This one was larger, and it floated. When it was near, he felt a misty touch.

One night, it came inside a humanoid mass of veins. It threw him down the window. The outside world was still another mass of veins, with the red, almost fleshy structures’ shapes being the only difference.

What was the point of trying to hold back anymore? She was gone. And he couldn’t see anything worth caring for in this alien world anymore. So he lashed out at the humanoid shape. Tearing the veins with his bare hands hurt, so he resorted to biting. The shape quickly fell apart.

A childish laugh.

Another figure came for him.

“Oh God are you ok? What happened…”

Never been better.

He jumped at the other lump of veins. This one had some sort of coat, but what caught his attention was the weight on it. He grabbed it, and touched to make sense of its shape. A scalpel. His second victim, and the first one he killed with an actual weapon, was some poor doctor.

He wasn’t the last.

He quickly ran through empty paths between huge spires of veins -alleyways?-, tearing every moving mass of veins he saw. Until he ran into him again. He recognized his voice.

Mikiya,

Shiki loved him. He wanted Shiki to be ok, so he did what he could to hold back during that time. To be normal. Everything for Mikiya.

For what.

It was his fault. Shiki herself told him to leave. And he kept coming back. He did this to him. What did they even see on him? He was just another lump of threads.

“I don’t… want to die…”

A warm smile.

“I want to kill you.”

Mikiya was the first victim he genuinely hated.

Suddenly, something restrained him.

“Mages really underestimate simple magic. It might not look impressive, but a restraining spell can do wonders if it catches the target by surprise.”

That woman again. The magician.

“You really have lost yourself. I would even go as far as saying that you qualify as a demon now… and I would be interested in that.”

>Now.

Shiki took a defensive position, trying to study her opponent. Glaucoma was an exact mirror of her during her time at the hospital, with the only difference being those hollow eyes and that seemingly angelic smile.

“Why did you kill him!?”

“It was his fault. You told him to leave us alone, but he kept coming back. I loved tearing all of his veins apart.”

Shiki took a few steps back. If she had been asked if she wanted to see SHIKI again she would have quickly responded affirmatively… but this wasn’t the SHIKI she remembered. Glaucoma was everything she rejected from him.

“You really are demonic. I can kill you.”

She charged towards what could be considered a ghost but wasn’t. Glaucoma responded by slashing the floor, making both fall down into another of Touko’s rooms of randomly-placed magical artifacts. He got back up and tried to cut his alternate self, only for her to dodge gracefully. Just as Shiki thought she had the upper hand, the parallel SHIKI was in front of her.

“You still see the world, right? You still think there’s something different in all of them. But it’s all just veins underneath that. You, me, everyone, things, the distance between us, the air we breathe…”

He slashed at the air around Shiki, causing her to lose breath, and then at her knife. But she wasn’t harmless even if she was disarmed. Shiki punched the mockery of her other self in the face with her prosthetic arm, sending him tumbling backwards.

This wasn’t a fight between equals. Glaucoma was physically slower and weaker, but his Mystic Eyes were more dangerous than hers. Shiki still needed some time to see the lines of conceptual things, because she had to find a way to visualize them. The other SHIKI didn’t have that drawback, as everything was just lines over darkness in his eyes.

Wait, that’s it.

Glaucoma got back up, gasping for air. That had hurt. It was clear now, the figure of veins with Shiki’s voice wasn’t her Shiki. Could it be one of Touko’s tests? Maybe he could put the blindfold back and rest. The darkness was comforting. An empty void. Like the one where she had last seen her. The real one, not the impostor.

No, no, no. He was going to kill the impostor. If Touko wasn’t doing anything, that means he could kill her without consequences. He looked at that room, but all he saw was those horrible veins. He wanted to tear apart all of them, but Touko would punish him if he did. He was only allowed to slice the lines she approved, the demons and rogue mages she hunted, the puppets of his first victim she gave him as a reward…

One of the lumps of threads moved, and got to him before he could react, run away or slash one of the odd veins - the ones that meant things that weren’t alive, like “far away”, “future”, “light”… it was her. The impostor. She restrained the arm he was holding the knife with, and grabbed his neck with her fake arm.

“The only way you can tell something alive from something dead is to see if it moves, right?”

Cheater. She had been hiding. No, not even hiding, just standing still. He wasn’t going to let her kill him. Glaucoma punched Shiki, except it wasn’t a punch. His hand phased through her torso, grabbed one of the lines and tried to pull. The impostor responded by tightening her grip, making him gasp for air.

The battle between two grim reapers was going to be decided by a twisted game of arm wrestling. Or, it would have been decided by that factor, if it had continued.

Both parties were hit off-guard by different restraining spells. Glaucoma was fully knocked out, whereas Shiki merely fell to the floor.

“Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back.” Touko muttered. “But was that satisfaction worth the experience of death?” She grabbed the fake ghost, put his blindfold back, and threw him into the wall, which absorbed him as if it had done before. “Maybe I can make him believe all of this was a nightmare when he wakes up.”

Shiki got back up. She could have asked many different questions, but she chose the most important one.

“How do I get back to my world?”

“So you figured it out. That machine’s malfunction took you to what you would call a parallel timeline, and what I call the world.”

Shiki sighed. Of course Touko was going to engage in extensive verbal tangents even if she wasn’t her Touko.

“Did you fix it?”

“It’s been fixed for around five minutes.”

“WHAT?”

“Since you were so persistent in finding my secrets, I decided to let you have your way once I had the machine fixed and stop the eventual fight when any of you two got in danger. Besides, it’s not every day you get to see a fight between two bearers of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.”

Shiki didn’t even bother to reply, and just walked to that damn machine. The alternate Touko closed the door. A few seconds and strange noises later, her Touko opened the door.

“See, Mikiya? I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

He was there, fine as always. Home, sweet home. Shiki walked up to him.

“Something wrong, Shiki?”

“Nothing, I’m just… glad you’re here.”

Mikiya was surprised by her faint smile. And he was even more surprised when Shiki proceeded to slash Touko’s machine to pieces a couple seconds after.

“What the hell Shiki!? Why!?”

“It was haunted.”

[mondstaub1]

Lucemond idea (broke collage student)

- So Aemond is a buisness CEO and in his mid twentys

- He has to always clean up after his older brother because Aegon is a drunk who causes one scandal after the other

- Aemond meets with him in coffee to talk (Aemond will scold him and Aegon will not listen)

-The caffee happens to have the cutest waiter ever with a pretty face and big brown eyes (Luke) ;)

-Aemond finds himself flustered at he cute barista/waiter but sadly has to focus on his stupid brother

- Aegon of curse starts hitting on the waiter every chance he has, to the point where it honestly borders on sexual harassment

- Aemond tells Aegon to stop but he just grins and offers the waiter a tip for some fun

- The waiter of course while looking extremly unconfortable refuses and wants to leave but Aegon grabbs him and pulls him into his lab which causes Luke to drop everything

- Everyone turns towards them as they hear the loud bang of the sattering cubs while the waiter pusses Aegon away and screams in panic

- The owner of the caffe comes out and asked very sturnly what was going on

- The waiter seemd to be in shock and looked like he was about to cry

- Aemond tries to apologize but Aegon interupts him, he throws his name Targaryen around and demended the waiter to be fired

- And the owner turns to a paniced Luke and does it. He fires Luke without letting him defend himself

- Aemond wants to protest but the owner who is a kissass waifs him off

- Aemond is furious at his brother but Aegon just shruggs it off

- The Aemond attempts to catch Luke to apologize and check if he his ok but the young man has practicly fleed.

- Aemond can't get Luke out of his head and days later when he takes Helsˋ kids to McDonnals he sees Luke again standing at the cashregister.

- Aemond asked if they could talk but Luke denise saying he has to work, but after some insistens from Aemond Luke offers to take his break

- So while the twins ate Aemond talks to Luke. It turns out Luke was working two jobs before getting fired and is trying to affort collage while supporting his family.

- Aemond feels horrible when Luke explains this because now Luke is missing an income

- So he offers him his cart and tells him they are looking for some help in the office and that he should send a resemay, it would pay better then waiter or fast food worker

- Luke says he has no idea of buisness but Aemond asures him that it's just assisantance work and that he should think about it

- A few days later Aemond gets an e-mail (Yes he let Luke send his resemay directly to him)

- Aemond reads it and is impressed by Luke, good Grades, after school activitys, many minijobs so good work attitude everything seems to be in Order

- Next Aemond lets his employee make a backround check which is maybe a bit more extensive then necessary or legal, but just a bit

- What he finds out is shocking and saddening:

- His father and grandfather died in a fire years ago

- His mother left him and his two brothers only weeks later for another man

- He lives with his uncle with a bad leg and who had a criminal record of molesting young women and children

- His older brother was once arrested because he and their uncle "Larys" had gotten into a fight. Jacerys claimed he was defending his brother but Larys had talked himself out of it by claiming having simply tried to displine his misbehaving nephews.

- His brother had left last year for Uni in another state

- That left a very bad tast in Aemonds mother but gave him even more reason to hire Lucerys

- So he called Luke and offered him a job interview, Luke agreed immideatly and they meet the same week

- Luke looked paniced but Aemond wasn't worried whatsoever

- Aemond spent the next hour asking all kinds of questions which had little to do with the job he wanted to offer Luke, at the end they were just chating.

- When Aemond told him what his sallery would be Luke nearly fell out of his chair. What Aemond was offering would be enough so Luke would only have to work one job and could maybe even save a bit when he did overtime.

- Yes Aemond is paying him more the usual

- Luke is overjoyed and says yes

- He starts the next week and everything is going great

- Luke is hardworking and charming soon everyone adores him

- And everyone is greatfull that he can calm Aemond down with just his sweet smile.

- Till one stormy night in autum Aemond got a call

- It was Lucerys and he was sobbing hesterically

- Aemond immidiatly asked what was wrong but all Luke did was plead for help

- So Aemond asked Luke where he was and drove there

- When he arrived he found Luke cowering in an old bus station hugging a younger boy, maybe ten years old to his chest

- He told them to get in the car and asked where he should drive them to

- When Luke told him the homelesshome he froze and looked at the pair shivering in the backsead

- Then they told them that they would be staying at his place

- Luke tried to refuse but Aemond insisted and looking at he small boy in his arms Lucerys agreed

- Luke was shocked when they arrived at Aemonds aparment, it was huge

- The send little Joffrey to bed and then Luke told him what had happened

- His uncle had been furious when he had been fired

- the man aparently had some weird sexual fettishes which he usted Luke or his elder brother for

- Luke cried when he told Aemond that Larys had control over his bankacount and the the had taken the money Lucerys had earned.

- Tonight Luke had snapped and they argued before Larys threw both out.

- Luke continued to cry while apologizing to Aemond for calling him out of the blue but there was no one else around.

- Aemond asures him that everything was alright and they could stay for as long as he needed or wanted to.

After Luke had calmed down he went to bed while Aemond stared planing the downfall of Larys strong

- He called in a few favours and over the span of serval weeks Larys' life became a living hell

- First his bank acount was haced and the money was transfered to anknown account (Aemond had a few of those)

[mikuni14]

Ok, but I haven't seen such a primitive and crude person in any series, not only BL, like EunJi for a long time. And I use these words literally. EunJi, under the guise of being “a pretty girl, a student", acts like some juvenile gangster, raised with no education, no manners, no good role models  😁 She's not even evil like YeonJin from The Glory or many other bad characters - she's genuinely primitive. And by the way, I think it’s funny that she’s a girl, becasue she is written like a very creepy dude, I mean look at the things she does: harassing JaeWon all the time, ignoring the word ‘no’, verbally and physically attackicg people just because they had the audacity to defy her... I did this 👀👀👀 when she asked her rival what motel she should go to with JaeWon. Who thinks that THIS argument will win the “love competition”? 😂 It's the same when, despite hearing "no" all the time, she basically keeps stalking JaeWon, she sticks to him, sometimes in a literal way, pretends she has to hold on to him because she's wearing high heels (which she says trying to be seductive, which came out extremely old fashioned and just creepy, but maybe that’s just me 😄), and the icing on the cake is kissing JaeWon without his consent when it’s CLEAR that he’s not feeling well. 

Her primitiveness can also be seen in how she reacts to the problems that come her way. Her only reaction is create a conflict and fight, and here too, I mean that word literally. Because we all saw EunJi establishing her senior dominance on AeRi WITH FORCE. I even took AeRi's crying as a reaction not only to the club's indifferent reaction to JiHyun's accident, but also (maybe even more so) to EunJi's verbal AND PHYSICAL attack on her. It can be seen everywhere, also in how she tried to get JaeWon back during their trip: she did it aggressively, attacking him and blaming him for everything. Her primitiveness can also be seen in how she treats JiHyun: - she has no hesitation in expressing negative opinions about him in public, although she barely knows him - she has no qualms about insulting his friends and boss at his job, which he could lose beacsue of this - notoriously lies to prove how much JaeWon wants to be with her ("he begged me to do a project with him") - her method of "destroying" a rival is to go to his job and bully him as an employee, taking advantage of the fact that he cannot defend himself. this is the lowest behavior imaginable, this is being an absolute dick And when that still doesn't work, she just lies outright that she and JaeWon are together and bluntly starts a conversation about their potential motel sex 😬 In addition, she’s constantly rolling her eyes and visibly showing impatience that oh my god, this boy again, like this is something teenagers do, which only proves how immature she is.

It's just - I haven't seen such an ordinary, banally primitive person in a long time, someone who is not even capable of any sophisticated acts of evil, or plotting - she is just so incredibly simple.

And practically the same can be said about Taehyung. He is equally primitive, strongly attached to the senior/freshman relationship (but only when they are the senior) and to all relationships where social hierarchies are emphasized (but only when they are on top, in any other cases they’re extremelly triggerd and offended, immediatelly taking their frustrations on others). They both treat JaeWon as if he wasn't human, just some walking and talking mix of looks, money, chaebol father and position, they have an unhealthy obsession with JaeWon closely related to their low self-esteem, because honestly, their self-esteem IS dependent on JaeWon. The only difference between them is that for EunJi, JaeWon's condition doesn’t matter as long as he belongs to her as some kind of trophy and a prove of her position, while for TaeHyung, the better JaeWon is, the worse he feels - he just wants him to lose.

I can't imagine how empty JaeWon's life must have been with friends like that. I'm not surprised he's been drinking so much, and I'm not surprised how shocked he was to meet someone as different as JiHyun. And why JaeWon acted like he was starving around him, starving for pure feelings, normal human relationships, starving for a friendly attention and touch and for being treated like a human.

[infogramika]

Kosuke Suzuki Interview Part 2

We approach the true face of Kosuke Suzuki, a 25-year-old “swamp boy” who is attracting attention! What is it that you are so obsessed with that you can't stop talking about it?

# Drama interview # Kosuke Suzuki INTERVIEW 2023.3.30

Kosuke Suzuki, an up-and-coming young actor who starred in the drama "Jack Frost" for the first time. Dig deeper into his true face, which is still shrouded in mystery! "Mr. Suzuki, who looks cool but actually shows a lot of unexpected expressions." There is no doubt that he is a “swamp boy” that you will like as you get to know him!

I feel pure envy when I see people who are better than me

――What kind of fun and difficulty do you find in the work of an actor, Mr. Suzuki, as you gain more experience in acting?

Depending on your age, the role you play has changed. When I was just in my 20s, I played many high school roles, and after I turned 23 or 24, I began to wear suits more and more. A new employee, a novice detective, etc. The roles change with age, so it's always fresh. So you don't have to "get used to it". In the drama "Akai Ringo", I play a yankee high school student, and I've never played a role that makes me think "I've played it before". That's why I always think, "Acting is difficult." It's interesting because there is no correct answer.

――Isn't there a lot of inspiration from actors of the same generation?

When I watch TV and see an actor of my generation playing a very good role, I rewind and watch it again, and if necessary I take notes and imitate it. I always try to absorb it over and over again.

――Are you the type that feels frustrated about that?

I agree. Whether it's a big movie or a small stage, if it's a good play, I'm just as jealous. When I see people who are better than me, I feel pure envy (laughs).

--That's a very sincere feeling, isn't it? Is there anything you do because you feel that way?

Even if I think, ``I should see it now,'' I don't want to use that feeling in the play. There are people who sing and act out their rebellious spirit, but I started acting because I like it, so I don't want to feel like that. For example, when I'm satisfied with making a nice plastic model, if someone next to me is making a bigger and cooler plastic model, it's like, "I want to make a bigger one like this next!"

――Do you feel like “Oh, that one is good too”?

I agree. So it's different from the muddy feeling.

――Was it your old personality?

For a long time, I had no interest in wanting to be number one. I didn't like standing in front of a lot of people. So, to be honest, I don't really want to be famous. Now, due to the nature of my work, there are times when I want to be like that, but if anything, I have a strong feeling of, "What will happen if I become famous?"

――You don't want to climb up the ladder, but you have a strong sense of wanting to act.

I agree. I think that the added value that comes with that is to appear on a big stage and become famous, but that's something to talk about later.

"How to approach the role" is second to none

――In such a situation, what is your point of “I won’t lose here”?

My endorsement point is how to approach the role. Only there is a feeling that no one can beat. I think that I will never lose in the preparations until I enter the scene. So, when I see people on set who have prepared much more than I do, I sometimes can't forgive myself.

--strict……!

Honda Hibiki was also that type. But Hibiki-kun said, "The script hasn't been opened yet." (smile)

――Ah, the type that says, “I haven’t done my homework!”

That's right! (Laughs) But when I entered the scene, I read a lot. That's why I think I have to do it twice as hard, and I have to work hard.

――So you are getting a good stimulation.

My TV drama debut was a work called "Red Beard" starring Eiichiro Funakoshi. I was cast in a very big role, but everything was new to me and I didn't know right or left. First of all, I don't know what I don't know. At that time, Mr. Funakoshi really taught me a lot of things. However, because I had little experience, I didn't understand much, and I thought it would be rude to ask again, so I kept taking notes. However, when I look back at that notebook now, I can understand the meaning of everything, and I was taught really useful information. In the future, if I were to be in a position to teach, I wondered if I would be able to drop my eyes and teach properly, but I thought it would be difficult.

――You can't do it without kindness and patience.

yes. Moreover, this "Red Beard" is a series work, so I co-star every year. That's both joy and pressure (laughs).

――I want to show you how you have grown.

That's right. I want people to see that I've grown up, so I feel that I've been given a great opportunity.

I try to say only "thank you"

――Mr. Suzuki, please tell us what you pay attention to when communicating in private.

In "Jack Frost", there is a scene where Ikuya asks Ritsu to thank him, saying, "Isn't there something like thank you?" I cherish the word "thank you" so much that I can sympathize with that word. No matter how close we become, no matter how trivial, I always try to say "thank you". So I can understand why Ritsu doesn't say thank you to Ikuya anymore. However, I didn't think it would be a good idea to say it straight (laughs).

――Are you the type to express affection properly?

No, I can't tell...! (Laughs) For example, I can't say that I love my friends, but I think it's important to take care of that. You can't get it by just thinking about it, and it's no good if you feel like you're getting it. But I can't say...!

――In that case, weren't there many times when you were taken aback by the lines in "Jack Frost"?

It was a lot. That's why, during the crank-up, I properly said, "I'm glad Ritsu is Hibiki-kun." Then he said, "Me too," and I was really happy.

"Baseball" and "Plants" can't stop once you start talking!

――By the way, is there anything you can't stop talking about?

baseball and plants. Actually, I got into baseball because of the corona crisis, so it's been about three years. I happened to watch the Giants match and was fascinated by the pitcher's expression. It was when the pitcher was in a tight spot, but I could tell that he was feeling "bad" even though he was expressionless. I thought that it was more real than watching a drama, and I was absorbed in it.

――This is the first time I've heard of someone who enjoys things from that point of view! (smile)

Maybe so (laughs). But the cameraman also knows the situation and captures the face of the pitcher when the home run is hit. Everything is conveyed just by that expression. When I was watching this while taking notes, I noticed that I was following the scoreboard. Now I'm watching the games of the 2nd and 3rd armies. In the baseball world and the entertainment world, there is a lot of replacement, so I understand how you feel. I want to support the world of competition. It's cruel, but I'm absorbed in a world with dreams.

――Are you into plants too?

I love foliage plants, and my house looks like a jungle (laughs). My father was gardening since I was little, so I grew up in a house with plants around me. Now that I live alone and buy a monstera with the money I earn, I thought I'd raise it properly, and I thought it would be fun to see it grow! "Right now, I'm surrounded by about 10 pots of various kinds of plants, so at home I'm healed." Recommended for those who want to be healed!

【profile】

Kosuke Suzuki

Born December 19, 1997 in Aichi Prefecture. In 2019, he became a hot topic with his appearance on the AbemaTV distribution program “Shirayuki and Wolf-kun won’t be deceived♥”. After that, he appeared in topical works such as the drama "Red Beard" series. His major appearances include "Sustainable Love? ~Father and Daughter's Wedding March~", "She will borrow", "Kora-kun and Amagi-kun", and "Akai Ringo". He will also appear in the Netflix series "Kimi ni Todoke" scheduled to be delivered on March 30, 2023.

【information】

Drama "Jack Frost"

Link to original interview page:

https://with.kodansha.co.jp/article/interview-kosukesuzuki-2

[sakebytheriver]

superstore × abbott elementary really the superior left-leaning sitcom crossover (quirky rainbow copaganda whomst? i don't know her) cheyenne, mateo and ava standing in the same room would produce enough gossipy trash talk contempt to power the sun, bo and tariq would either be bitter rivals or a bro-match made in hell, amy would probably know the legendary charter schools guy from a conference or something and hate him on principle. and there are so many semi-realistic options for how the shows could exist in the same universe, like maybe janet moves to philly after cloud 9 closes and her nerdy son transfers in to abbott, or an abbott student becomes pen pals with parker sosa or carter simms

Lol 😂

I do think Ava, Cheyenne, and Mateo would get along so well, like they'd give each other the skinny about all their coworkers as an icebreaker. I also think Ava and Garrett would get along surprisingly well, but when she finds out he's dating Dina the look she'd give that man, hoo boy 😭😭

Bo and Tariq would be bitter rivals at first sight before becoming a total bro match made in heaven and then talk about making collab together, but they'd argue so much about the content of the song that they'd be bitter rivals again and then write distracks about each other before once again making up and being bros and finally writing that collab they talked about

Amy knowing legendary charter guy from a business convention definitely makes a lot of sense, no way he didn't give a speech about how corporatizing schools will make them all a bunch of bank that just ruined her entire day 😂

As for the reason for the crossover I'm always gonna be partial to bi!Jonah and partial to this post I made being a reality

Like Jonah and Jacob being friends from college and being in the same GSA and having had a terrible one night stand is now everything to me 😭😭

Maybe they stayed in touch and Jacob invites Jonah out for some big school fundraiser event or something and Jonah working his way through the political ladder thinks that getting his rich corporate wife to donate to a struggling school system would be a good move as well as the fact that he just cares a lot about education and underprivileged schools like Abbott as well as Jacob being a good friend he also wants to support and he ends up making it a big family vacation event that the Cloud9 family tacks themselves onto by proxy, because there's no way Cheyenne isn't obsessed with Gritty and would try to tack herself onto the trip just to get a TikTok with the mascot and she'd drag Bo (who also is obsessed with Gritty) and Mateo along and Dina would probably have some kind of weird feud or fight club type thing going on with some people in Philly that would then drag Garrett along to make sure his girlfriend didn't get herself put on some kind of list or end up in jail and Glenn would just get overly excited when he hears about the trip and add him and Gerusha to the list of guests because they haven't had a vacation out of state before and this vacation that was just supposed to be Amy and Jonah's family has snowballed to include half the employees from Cloud9 😂

Anyways I've prolly talked ebough about a crossover that will never happen, hope you enjoyed it lol

[f0point5]

But again, Michael Schumacher came with his own team of people who knew how to do things. And they came because they were inspired to work for him. The same way that if Max goes to Merc you can bet he will be bringing people with him.//

perhaps this is what will happen with Lewis and Ferrari (or what cultLH are hoping will happen). i think a lot of the merc employees have some sort of gardening leave, but that's something people were talking about.

tbh, if this was 5 years ago when Lewis had much more of a hunger, i would believe that he could bring Ferrari back by bringing in his own team. i don't know if that's true now (actually, i don't think it's true. i think his move to Ferrari was mainly for the ambassadorship and to tie up his career with a red bow, not to win the 8th)

either way, i think ferrari champions need to be a bit insane and incredibly stubborn, and i don't think charles is going to be like that with the team he considers home

also just saying but i am thoroughly enjoying this conversation hahaha. i think you have good racing takes and it's been interesting to see your pov

Well it’s widely reported that his race engineer won’t be going.

To be honest, if it was five year ago I would have said he’d have a lot of people to take, but I have got the distinct impression that Lewis’s relationship with a lot of people at Merc has been soured these last two years. On both sides. He’s been very vocal about how he wasn’t listened to in terms of car design/engineering, and his continued presence at the factory is always mentioned like a teacher providing oversight to students who aren’t doing their work. Not to mention, his continually experimental race set ups that never work tell me that either the team has given up trying to help him, or he has so little trust in them that he insists on his own ideas. Neither say that these are people who will be following him to Ferrari. I could be wrong, but the vibe I get is that he and the team will be washing their hands of each other.

Also, I think Lewis coming off a winning streak would have had more ammunition to take with him to Ferrari’s upper management in terms of deciding on new hires. I’m not sure how much actual pull he will have in the garage. More than Charles, I think, because he’s more savvy with people and he is more stubborn, but I don’t know if he’s being given carte Blanche there the way he would if it was 2020.

I think on both sides the Ferrari move is primarily financial. Both sides will make money from this whether or not Lewis ever sees a podium. Him in that red race suit is tangible liquid gold. I don’t think they care if he wins anything. It will come down to how much he cares if he wins, I guess. Does he really want to start a project again at this stage of his career? Does he want to fight tooth and nail to build the team and the car (which will not happen in one or even two years) and then battle Max over 24 races? Does he really? My spidey sense says no. But time will tell.

I think to fight the Ferrari dogma you have to have an ego and a obstinance that is rare even in motorsport. (There’s a small part of me that wants to see Max at Ferrari because I think he definitely has it.) I don’t think Charles has it.

Hahaha thank you, this is indeed fun. I could speak on this for days honestly I think Ferrari and their absolute ambivalence to their own success or failure is endlessly fascinating 😂

[the-void-writes]

“maybe i’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new”

Thank you so much for the beautiful prompt! 💖 I ended up with a brief and messy Jasio thing here lol, but I hope you like it!

For context: In another universe, Jason survives the war on Preston after Will and his friends sacrifice themselves. Jason wanders Earth's wastelands for years on his own until he stumbles into Paradise, where he reunites with Rio and his team. They get Jason reacquainted with living in a community, trying their best to help him through his trauma along the way. During this time, some long-forgotten feelings start to resurface between Jason and Rio.

Paradise AU - Broken Sun

“I’ve missed you so much.”

Rio glanced over at his old partner, frozen stiff by what he had said. It was just the two of them in Jason’s living room, in the house that had been graciously provided by King Gazali. Their little group of employees was all that remained of Preston, of the company that had taken the lives of their dear children. Rio nearly lost himself after Jin’s death, but he had been fortunate enough to still have Avery and the others.

Jason, on the other hand… It was a wonder he was still sane. He lost his students, his family, his husband, his son— He had nothing left to live for, and yet he still made it to Paradise, after years of isolation in a rotting world. Vesely’s work had cost him everything, and the things Rio had done only furthered that progress. That was why it shocked him to his core when Jason said that he missed him.

“What do you mean?” Rio asked, mindful of his tone.

Jason kept staring ahead at the bright fireplace. “Do you remember how often the train between the buildings broke down? The whole tunnel would be dark, and we’d just hang out until the lights came back on. You made sure we were always talking so I never had to think about how small the tunnel was.”

Rio felt his face twitch at the memory, but he kept it under control. “Avery kept asking if you were claustrophobic. I told him to shut the hell up.”

“You did.” Jason chuckled. “We didn’t hide our relationship very well, did we?”

“It didn’t matter if our friends saw. They were the good ones.” Rio closed his eyes. “I’m sorry if it caused you any grief— I mean, in addition to everything else I did.”

Jason shook his head. “Rio, you’ve always been one of my closest friends. We know everything about each other. Your kindness and comfort mean everything to me.”

“Seriously? Even now, that’s how you see things?”

Jason closed his eyes. “You’re right, I’m sure it sounds ridiculous. I broke your heart, after all. You don’t owe me your friendship.”

“Hold on— Jay, I’m the one who lied to you.”

“And I pushed you away. The truth is we both hurt each other that day. I would understand if you didn’t want to talk to me.” 

He turned his pale, hollow eyes to Rio and forced himself to smile. 

“You’ve got a new life here, and people who love you. I couldn’t be happier for you.”

Jason started to get up, but Rio took his hand.

“It’s not complete, Jay— It’s never been complete without you.”

He brushed his long hair over his shoulder with a sigh. They shouldn’t have been having this conversation, Rio knew, not with Henry’s death so fresh in their minds. As much as he hated himself for bringing it up, it was just too easy to be open around Jason. He could always talk to him about anything.

“You were everything I ever wanted,” Rio said. “I’ve never looked at another person the way I’ve looked at you… You’re the only one, Jay. It’s always been you.”

Familiar feelings stirred as they stared at each other, small flutters of affection that were thought to have been buried long ago. Rio held out his hand and stroked Jason’s cheek, partially thankful when he didn’t pull away from him.

“I’m so glad you had Henry,” Rio said. “He was perfect for you, and I could never replace him in a million years— But it still fucking hurt to let you go, because I knew I would never love anyone else the same way again.”

Jason’s eyes were stinging. “Rio…”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I know, it’s the worst fucking timing. Just ignore me, please, and don’t blame yourself for dumping me. If you want to be friends again, I have no problems with that.”

Rio waited in silence for his answer, but was shocked out of his embarrassment when Jason put his arms around his neck. 

“Would you kiss me?” he whispered.

“What?”

“If you really still love me, would you please kiss me?”

Rio shook his head in disbelief. “Jay— You lost your husband—”

“You were right, Henry was one in a million.” He pointed to Rio’s chest. “So are you.”

“But—”

“I’m not saying I’m moving on. I’ll always love Henry, but I’ve always loved you, too. I’m sure it sounds crazy, but Rio… I’m just so tired of being alone.”

Rio’s heart broke at the weak sound of his voice. He brushed Jason’s hair behind his ears, letting his fingers twirl the strands together.

“Then I’ll be right here for you,” he said, “if that’s what you want.”

“Yes, please.”

Rio shuddered as Jason pulled him closer, clenching his hand in his long hair as he kissed him. The small hint of stubble on his face scratched Rio’s skin— Finally, he understood how it felt. He leaned further into Jason as all his worries melted away.

“I forgot to say it,” Rio said, “but I missed you, too.”

Jason took his hand. “I know, darling. Thank you.”

“Aww, Jay, you’re the only man I know who would thank a man for missing him.”

He laughed. “Then maybe you should do the talking. I’m a mess.”

Rio smiled and held his face. “It’s okay, Angel. I’ve got you.”