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writeblrgarden · 1 year ago

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PLANT GROWERS - MEET THE WINNERS - ETLU

Meet Etlu, who got second place in our grow a plant event in november! Etlu goes by she/they, and you can find them at @etlu-yume. She has been writing for about 20 years, primarily fantasy or urban fantasy, and lately has been dipping their toes into slice-of-life.

Tell us something interesting about yourself!

"Interesting" is a tricky thing because it's so subjective! Like some people would say being able to speak/read/write another language is interesting, and others would just expect it, right? I guess in some ways I could be considered a quadruple threat - in addition to writing, I also am an artist, study languages, and played and performed with music groups on local and international stages.

Tell us about the WIP you'd like to talk about today.

Fangs with Benefits (not what I did for NaNo - but that's self indulgent and stays between me and the dust on my hard drive). Fangs with Benefits follows the story of a set of siblings, Sherry and Gael. After the pair are banned from donating blood, they are forced to move to the big smoke in order to chase medical treatment for a family illness. After a chance meeting, the pair discover the secret supernatural underground of their new home. Full of supernatural creatures, Sherry decides that there's a solution to their frustration with red tape at the hospital; Vampires. After all. It would be of mutual benefit to both parties. And so chaos ensues.

Describe your writing process. Do you like to plan everything or are you more spontaneous?

I'm a bit all over the place. I tend to do best when I have a game plan, something to refer back to (more often than not somehow it takes scenic routes between written points; go figure). However sometimes, particularly when later scenes will not leave me alone, I will just go ahead and write them out in a separate document. Once they're out of my head and down on paper, it usually becomes much easier to go back to where I had left off and keep going. That said, it's a work in progress and always changing. What worked last year may not work for me this year, and so on and so forth. I'm just hoping I can try and establish a better year-round writing habit in 2024 <3

What have you found to be the most challenging and/or rewarding about writing?

If you'd asked me this question prior to last November, I would have struggled. Maybe I would've said "a blank page/new chapter" is the most challenging thing (and, really, it still is). But. I think the most rewarding thing about writing comes in two parts; 1.) One is when you're writing for others or an audience. I can't really speak too much on this, since I've been super shy with my work and haven't posted much if any online for general consumption. But to the few people I do share with, seeing their reactions to the story progressing, screaming about characters or events. I know there's been times where those reactions have been the difference between opening up the document and writing a few more words that day, or giving it a miss. 2.) Two is when you're writing for yourself, using your writing to help process things that have happened or that you're struggling with. It may not make things 100% better, it may not change the situation at all. But somehow there's also a weird healing power to it, too.

Below the read more is more of our conversation with Etlu

What inspires you to write?

This is a hard question! I'm actually trying to work this out myself. I started to fall out of love with writing a while ago, and I'm still looking for my way back. I'm sure I'll get there, I just don't know how long it will take, or what form it will take. But I'll get there. <3

Share some advice for other writers.

Hmm. One of the classics is "you can edit a bad page, but you can't edit a blank one", which is very true. But I'm not sure that's the kind of advice I'd want to give other writers - or myself for that matter. Bad days happen - be kind to yourself. If you're working towards a goal, keep believing in yourself. Don't give up. You can achieve amazing things! (Said from 2018's cloud of cough medicine zombie fog and pulling like 30K out of nowhere in the last 2 days of November.) Also it sounds weird but don't start from a fresh document. Even if you're finishing a chapter off, just start the next one. I'm super bad at taking this advice myself, but it's easier to re-read a few lines and make tweaks before moving forwards than it is to sit there face to face with a blank page at the start of a session.

What do consider your writing strength?

I'm probably best at workshopping or bouncing ideas, and then never writing them. Does that count? haha. On a serious note I think perhaps my strengths with writing is my structural pacing. (Not plot pacing. I've already picked up some rushed chapters in the last 3 months)

What has been the nicest compliment you've received or what has been the toughest criticism you've received?

Actually today I had a message from a friend, just a simple spotify link to a song. They followed it up with comments that they had been ruminating about events of the last couple of chapters when it started playing, and it made everything hurt even more. It's been a week since they read it - to hear that my silly little story is something that they're still thinking about this long after reading it, that combined with music it brings out more emotion. It's the little things like that, that remind me what it's all about.

What do you love the most about writing?

I'm still trying to work this out. But it falls somewhere between research, the friendly banter with other writers while everyone procrastinates, and the way that your words and the way you write will be so very different to the next writer, that everyone has their own style.

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mrcharles1979 · 5 months ago

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How I Saved My Bakery with an Electronic Fund Transfer Method

You may think having a bakery is cool and easy, but no—long hours, unpredictable customers, and a never-ending list of things to do. But I love these rushes, my customers and vendors. I never want to mistreat them. For years, my wife Martha and I have worked hard to keep our little bakery afloat. But like most small businesses, we’ve had our fair share of struggles.

One of the hardest times we faced came about five months ago. At the time, things were starting to look really bleak. We were behind on a few bills, and suppliers were starting to get antsy. The last thing I wanted was to see our bakery close or disappoint our loyal customers. Yet, there I was, staring at overdue invoices with no clear way out.

I remember that morning clearly. Martha had already left to take care of some errands, and Jake was in the back preparing the pastries. I was sitting at the counter, looking over our finances. The reality hit me hard: we didn’t have enough cash to make it through the week.

I called the bank to explain the situation. They promised to set up a loan for me. But thinking about how to repay them back made me more tense. It was one of the hardest decisions I’ve had to make.

For a moment, I just sat there, lost in thought. But then something snapped. A few months earlier, my grandson Joe told me about credit cards. I never thought I’d need it, and to be honest, I didn’t want to rely on it. But here we were, in desperate need of a solution.

That afternoon, when Martha got back, I told her what had happened. I wasn’t sure how she’d react, but she just gave me a smile and said, “We’ll get through this together.” Isn’t she the best? Yes, she is!

The next morning, I walked into the bakery early, as usual, to get everything ready for the day. I pulled Jake aside and let him know what had happened. He was happy to know that everything was solved. But this was not the end. One of our vendors came and told me he needs to receive payments via wire transfer.

Seriously? how can I make a wire transaction when there is no money with me? I was going to repay everyone with the credit card, and now everything is topsy-turvy. There came Joe, my savior and my grandson; he introduced me to Zil Money, where wire transfers can be funded by credit cards. I am saved!

He taught Martha and me how to make a credit card transaction online. He opened the platform on our laptop and made the transaction to the vendor in just a minute. I was amused. Was it this simple? Wow! Later, the vendor messaged me that he got the payment in wire. We are saved for now.

There’s no doubt that we’re still facing challenges. The credit card didn’t magically solve all our problems. But it gave us time. It bought us the breathing room we needed to plan for the future, make smarter choices, and keep doing what we love. We’re back on track now, and I’ve learned two important lessons along the way:

It's okay to ask for help from our younger ones. They are ahead of us now, and they know better than us (not my baking skills!). If Joe hadn’t been there, we could not have saved our bakery.

Change is inevitable. It’s part of being human. To move forward, we need to change accordingly and try new methods, mainly in financial management. There are new techniques and methods out there, and it's better to familiarize them to create a good business.

This incident also opened my eyes to just how outdated some of our methods were. I’ll admit it—I’ve always been a bit reluctant to change, especially when it comes to technology. I grew up in an era where you handled everything in person or over the phone. Payments were made with cash or checks, and that’s how I liked it. But times have changed, and honestly, I hadn’t kept up.

I realized just how much of a struggle our old ways were when Sam, our delivery driver, came back one day frustrated. He went to the bank to make a single payment to a supplier and waited for three hours in the queue for the whole process. He was drained out, and his schedule was messed up altogether. Now he is so much relieved! It takes time for one to change, isn’t it? Yes, we are slowly evolving and adapting to new methods with experience. Now, we have started to use an electronic fund transfer called ‘credit card transaction. Surely, we will quickly learn the ‘new normal’ digital payment methods to grow our bakery!

#electronicfundtransfer #smallbusiness #bakery #mrcharles

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areyoumissingpieces · 2 years ago

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The Current Bottom Line

I started my business Missing Pieces? LLC in December 2017. My business sells Pokemon cards, Magic the Gathering cards, and assorted crafts and jewelry pieces. Visit my website www.areyoumissingpieces.com to check out the merchandise. Shameless plug right here.

I quit having a formal job that was more than 14 hours a week in 2021. I've been working as hard as I can while trying to balance social life and maintaining the household.

This year to date I've worked about 730 hours. I've made 408 sales and just under $2000. My average sale is just under $5. I’m not going to mention how much money I’ve invested. My hourly rate is $2.60. The last time the minimum wage was $2.60 was in 1978. I would be killing it in 1978. However, it is 2022 and the minimum wage in Oregon is $14.20. I could be making more cashiering at Target.

I have just under $6000 in inventory right now. If I sell all that that would be the equivalent to 422 hours before tax at minimum wage. It is a lot of work for not a lot of money. I don't feel comfortable raising my prices on my crafted items because NO ONE is going to be able to afford them.

My current situation comes with a lot of pros and cons. I do not want to close my business, I just need to think through some things.

Pros:

My husband has a wonderful job that makes enough money for us to have a comfortable life.

I work from home.

I set my own hours.

I am my own boss.

I don't need to get approval from anyone to make decisions about my business.

I do make money. The business is technically working just not well.

My business has been around for over 5 years.

I have built up quite the stockpile of supplies.

It can be very rewarding.

I love what I do.

I am very proud of all the progress that has been made through the years. I did that! Me! By myself!

Cons:

Moving into a larger house and paying off loans without a good income from me is going to take a very, very long time. Student debt is no joke. More on that later.

I am my own boss. This is both. I am a mean boss to myself at times.

There is no one to pawn off unpleasant tasks or deal with difficult situations and decisions.

It is a lot of work for one person. I love working hard but man sometimes it's just too much.

It can be very discouraging.

Feeling like I'm not doing enough, or doing it wrong, or missing something because I'm not seeing a monetary return on my time I've invested.

I struggle setting boundaries with people because I don't have a formal job. I feel like I can't say I have to work when I am invited to do something. I am a highly sensitive person and don't want people to think my business is more important to me than their friendship.

I have a lot of supplies and unprocessed inventory taking up space in my home.

I don't have a normal job.

I don’t get the external validation or recognition for my hard work.

I'm never really off work. There's always more to do and it takes up mental space.

Possible Solutions

Get a part time job to supplement some income for moving and loan payments

Make items that take less time that I can charge more for.

Advertise? Move some of that inventory.

Try different mediums that have a higher return.

Learn to be content with things the way they are.

I know that I am very fortunate and privileged to be where I am doing what I am doing. I feel like I have no right to complain about things but at the same time I do have a right to feel my feelings and express them here.

#small business #bottom line #struggle #real life

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mischievous-piltovan · 3 years ago

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Undercity Development Section (NSFW)

Chapter 4: Weeks of Rumination

NSFW/18+

Warnings: Fluff. Angsty. Idiots in love. Masturbation. Implication of sex. Author is a non-native English speaker.

Synopsis: It has been two weeks since their trip to check the construction sites in the Undercity. Viktor and Reader are both struggling to figure their feelings about the incident out while Jayce frustratingly tries to aid them.

Word Count: 4.9K

A/N: Wanted to post it today for the meow meow’s birthday, but I might tweak the ending a little bit afterwards - I’m not super happy with it. Also, didn’t read-proof it enough (imo), will do it later.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 (END)

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Viktor sighed, he sat at his desk at the HexTech Lab tinkering with a small device embedded with a blue crystal. He had been working on that device for two weeks now, based on a hypothetical prototype [y/n] sketched in one of her journals, but couldn't quite make it work.

The complexity of the project wasn't the problem, quite the contrary really - he had picked it up precisely due to its low intricacy level, almost like a hobby side-project to help him process some… things. It was said things that clouded his mind, making what would be an effortless endeavor way more convoluted than he anticipated.

It had been two weeks since the incident at [y/n] apartment. Two weeks since she abruptly stopped showing up at the HexTech Lab. Two weeks since he wouldn't try to reach her because he was still trying to understand what exactly happened and how to better deal with the situation.

But every time he tried recalling the whole incident for better analysis, his body betrayed him. Flashes of her on her knees between his legs, hair up in a bun and disheveled from the day, granting her that practical and charming appearance he loved. Her eyes looking up, piercing his from under thick-framed glasses while she carefully maneuvered the metal frame on his leg. The brief touches of her fingertips on his clothed skin that sent jolts of exhilaration from the point of contact through his whole body. The words "I'm just getting started." leaving her lips, compressing the already-well-pressured-down compressed coil in his belly…

He'd look down in disgust at the vigorous bulge I'm his pants that always accompanied this failed analysis. At that moment, he'd try to focus on the task at hand in an attempt to keep the lewd thoughts away and concentrate on the solution he desired.

It's been two weeks and he couldn't reach any of these two goals.

Night had already fallen in Piltover, Jayce had called it a day for some time now. And, as what had been per usual for the last two weeks, Viktor struggled with his inner conundrum, [y/n] device in his hands and an almost unbearable pressure in his pants.

A week ago a solution popped inside his head, one that he quickly swatted away. If he could bring down the interference of his… desires, maybe he could better analyze the situation and a solution would become clearer. But that solution meant… mentally using her.

The thought of using her, even just mentally, to quench his desire seemed absurd. Especially because a solution to help repair a relationship that was torn apart due to his own incapacity to control his lust that rested on him acting on said desires seemed at least counterintuitive.

But then again, this indulgence could very well be the factor that could unlock the pathway to his goal.

He sighed, quietly deciding to give in to his more primitive side. He was a scientist, trial and error was in his very core, afterall. "My apologies" he mumbled under his breath before silently letting go of the device he was working on and leading both hands to his belt, unfastening it. He pulled his shirt up to his navel and pushed both his pants and his underwear down just enough to get himself completely out of them, the cold air of the lab hitting his swollen head, strongly contrasting with the heat it exuded.

With a quick spit on his palm, he pressed his hands down the shaft, mixing up his saliva with the already formed pearls of precum flowing from his tip. He stifled a moan at the sensitivity - for two weeks he hadn't touched himself knowing full well his mind would bring her to the mix and he was desperately trying to fight it. Now, with two weeks worth of buildup, he felt that at least this would end fast.

With steady pumps, he let his mind roam free to savor all the thoughts he had previously refrained himself from even having. He imagined her on her knees, pupils impossibly blown out piercing him, but this time with a lot fewer layers of clothing. He fantasized about her fingers, swiftly working their way up his legs with the gentlest of touches, driving him mad with anticipation. Her tongue glistened wet out of her mouth, slowly steering closer to his erection. The following thought led to his undoing - he came in waves on his belly as the image of [y/n] fully taking him in her mouth flooded his mind. The sheer lewdness of the thought being his tipping point.

He looked down at the mess his body had just provided and sighed in a mixture of embarrassment and disgust with himself. Before anything else, he forced his mind to go back to the day of the incident.

As soon as Jayce closed the door behind him, [y/n] jumped to her feet hastily reaching the door and opening it back up. "Jayce! You're early!"

"Oh, don't mind me. I'll come back later, sorry to interrupt."

"There's nothing to interrupt, hahaha." She retorted nervously, the heat on her face and the unsteadiness of her breathing evidently counteracting her allegations. "Viktor was having trouble with his brace, you see. I was just helping him."

Jayce's grin slowly transformed into a confused frown. He peered inside her apartment, seeing Viktor on her couch in a very similar state of disheveledness, seemingly trying to calm down. The taller scientist squinted his eye, turning his attention back to [y/n].

"...Are you sure?"

"Yes! Help him get his brace back on, will ya? I will… ah!" She reached down to grab her and Viktor's bag from a nearby chair. "I will put this in the cab's trunk while you're at it. Just remember to lock the place up before leaving, please."

Without a second thought or letting Jayce respond, the girl dashed down the metal staircase.

The ride back to the Academy was quiet. [Y/n] didn't hesitate on taking the front seat next to the driver, leaving Jayce and Viktor by themselves on the backseat. The weight in the air was so tangible, it almost affected the leaner scientist breathing.

As they reached the Academy, [y/n] quickly paid the driver, grabbed her bag and took off with an almost inaudible "See you two later.", her eyes never meeting any of the men.

It had been two weeks and that 'later' never came. Viktor went back and forth in his mind with their previous exchange, the significance behind her words and what her actions could have meant. With his pants still down, he grabbed his journal and started hastily taking notes, trying to make sense of his thoughts. Everything was definitely much clearer now.

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The sun was starting to set on Piltover, submerging the Undercity in an early twilight. [Y/n] ran with a group of other children through the maze of narrow pathways in the Lanes, a group of Enforcers on their tail. Despite the bleakness of the situation, the group seemed confident, laughing as they took peeks behind their backs.

“This way!” Raph shouted, grinning as he led the stampede, taking a corner by his right - the rest of the group following behind him.

“We’re through!” This time [Y/n] shouted as the group passed over a rope laying on the ground. When the enforcers were about to do the same, two kids hiding on the side lines gave a strong pull, lifting the rope up, making the first line of Enforcers fall to the ground - the rest of them toppling over each other. The success of their trap giving the kids enough time to climb up a barricade further down down the pathway,

The group hollered and cheered as the last child crossed the barricade, still gaining as much distance from the Enforcers as possible. They took some additional turns before entering an abandoned building, where they finally stopped to catch their breath.

With her back on a wall, [y/n] slowly slid to the ground still panting. She smiled as she watched the group of kids around her - the Undercity children that accepted her despite being technically a topsider. Trying her hardest to engrave this moment in her memory, a pang of sadness coursed through her chest. This would be the last time she'd hang out with them.

She looked up noticing someone offering their hand - Raph looked down at her with a friendly smile.

"How's that for a good-bye mission." He asked. She smirked, taking his hand and getting off the floor.

"It was everything I could have asked for." She answered. Raph grinned.

"C'mon, let's go see the fruit of our labor."

Raph climbed up the stairs, [y/n] following right behind him. After passing a few floors, they finally reached the roof. Their vantage point gave them an unobstructed view of the Undercity center. Raph leaned on the guardrail, a hand above his eyes as he scanned the scenery.

"There!" He exclaimed, pointing at something in the horizon while putting his other arm over [y/n] shoulder. She blushed at the contact, he had always been the touchy-type. Quickly recovering from the closeness, she followed Raph's finger until she could spot their work - a gigantic wall with the words 'All Enforcers are Pigs' spray-painted all over it in neon-orange and black paint. She smiled at how their work stood out amidst the buildings, no wonder they sent such a large number of Enforcers after them.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss this."

He let go of her shoulders, facing her. A sad smile on his face.

"We're gonna miss ya. Heck, I'm gonna miss ya… I'm not sure how I'm gonna deal with the boys without my second-in-command."

"Tsc, you're a big boy now, aren't ya." She retorted with a playful nudge. "I'll be turning 17 next summer, which means, you're what… 18 right now? You'll manage."

"Yeah… 19 next winter." She sighed at the realization she wouldn't be around for his next birthday. Raph noticed her crestfallen face, returning the playful nudge. "Hey now, it's sad that you're leaving, but getting a chance to study at the Academy of Piltover is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for undercity folk."

"Raph, I'm not from the Undercity."

"Yeah, I always forget that." She smiled, knowing full well he got her birthplace wrong on purpose - it was his way of letting her know she belonged. It made her happy, especially because it was… him.

Ever since she started climbing down from The Fringes 3 years ago, Raph and [y/n] clicked. They shared the same fiery passion, the same justice hunger and the same drive to act in making an impactful difference in the lives of the undercitizens. They'd go around the Lanes patrolling the streets, wreaking havoc whenever they spotted injustice of any sort, pranking their marked victims to the point of exhaustion. Their most common targets were Enforcers getting far too violent, evidently abusing their power. Soon, other kids started hanging around with them and, before they knew it, they were leading a sort-of unarmed militia of youngsters.

Now she was leaving to pursue change from within, to acquire knowledge and meet like-minded souls with money and power to help her change the Undercity for the better. A chance she took without blinking, knowing without a doubt it was a golden opportunity - she'd be able to make the undercitizens life better, her friends and their family's life better. His life better.

She gulped, looking down. Maybe this didn't have to be good-bye, maybe they could keep meeting as something… more than friends. She had been harboring feelings for Raph for a while now, born from their easy-going dynamic, their shared interests, his kindness and… his staggering good looks. And they were already so close, a match made in heaven. Even the other kids would tease them about it - they were known as The Power-Couple of the Lanes.

One of them just had to make the first move. And it was now or never.

"Raph…" She started, looking away as she still gathered courage. "...There's something I need to tell you."

Raph furrowed his brows at her.

"Is something wrong?"

"No! No… It's just… " She took a deep breath, looking up at his emerald eyes. She couldn't back down now… Nor could she fail, they were too perfect for each other… Right? "You know how we're always beating around the bush…"

"I... don't follow… "

"C'mon, Raph, we're… " She looked down, looking for the best way to convey her message. In the end, blunt honesty seemed to be the best option. "I'm in love with you."

To her surprise, he looked at her with what seemed like… pity, instead of the happiness of someone getting his love requited. He looked down, scratching his neck. A freezing cold jolt up her spine… Did she make a mistake?

Suddenly, the world around her shifted. She wasn't a child anymore, but a grown-woman wearing her Academy Uniform. She looked around, and saw that the rooftop had transformed into a well-known closed space - the HexTech Lab. In front of her scratching his neck wasn't Raph anymore, but Viktor.

"I am very sorry. It really makes me happy that you think this fondly of me, however…" Viktor's familiar accent echoed in her ears. He glanced up, the same pitiful look Raph had, but now it was his golden eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul. "I only see you as a sister."

Suddenly, the whole room shook. The walls started to shatter, pieces of the structure falling between the two, blocking off their view. Viktor's words echoed louder and louder by the second.

[Y/n] woke up breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat plastered across her body. With eyes closed, she pinched her nose, trying to calm down - it was the fourth time in two weeks she had the same nightmare, it was getting tiresome. She slowly sat up on her bed, taking in the fancy bedroom around her as a grounding technique - it had already been four months since Viktor and Jayce used their status to convince the Academy administration to give her a proper bedroom - another item on the long list of perks she received once she partnered up with HexTech and that her horrid decision-making was about to ruin.

She sighed angrily, not knowing exactly what ruffled her feathers more - the fact her clock marked 4 am, the fact that a rejection from years ago still haunted her to the point of giving her nightmares or the fact that it had been two entire weeks since that Undercity trip and the incident at her apartment and she still didn't gather enough courage to just deal with the consequences of her actions.

"I'm a train-wreck, aren't I?"

The same loop of thoughts that had been plaguing her mind since the Undercity trip ensued once again: She had trespassed a threshold with Viktor, and she couldn't take it back anymore. What could she even say to him? Greet him like nothing happened? Mention the incident and downplay it like it wasn't a big deal? Pretend that the memory of that night alone wasn’t making her go insane with desire ever since it happened? And what about Viktor? Despite the reaction the situation triggered in his body, he didn't seem happy to be involved. The whole thing had made him very uncomfortable. She had made him very uncomfortable.

'Did you… want it to be serious?'

She groaned at that memory, covering her face with her hands. What kind of lust-indulced question was that? Since when did she become such a creep? Should she apologize? She definitely should… But what would happen to their dynamic afterwards? Would it become awkward? Would she and Viktor be strong enough to simply put it all behind them? Would he… even want to?

'Want to' - that's something she wasn't sure if she did. There was a side of her that fiercely screamed she didn't want to go back to quietly pining and yearning. That the incident was good, that she wanted it to become not a regretful memory, but a passionate one.

"I can't afford to fuck this up."

What about the years of toiling away by herself at the UDS? What about the risk of losing the only real chance she's had so far to see her work bearing fruit? All that was crumbling because she couldn't control her own carnal desires. No, she was going to salvage it somehow.

She needed to salvage it.

The question was… How?

And that was the very question that had been stalling her from facing Viktor. That kept her heading to the UDS office instead of the HexTech Lab. That kept her prisoner of her carousel of nightmares.

She sighed, leaving the bed. Previous installments had taught her that trying to go back to sleep after that nightmare was futile. It was better to start off the day earlier.

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"In other news, I'm thrilled to inform you that the board has approved another fundraiser ball for HexTech." Heimerdinger added, an optimistic tone in his melodic voice. "As you know, attendance is very important, I'm counting on you to extend the invitation to Viktor and [y/n]."

The Professors and Jayce had just finished a Council Meeting and were heading together to the cafeteria. The tall scientist walked behind Heimerdinger, trying to match his pace to the yordle's.

"[Y/n] too, Professor?"

"Indeed! You see, the Ventilation System you three came up with caused quite a stir with our Patrons." The yordle explained. "They are eager to meet the mysterious architect responsible for aiming HexTech innovation to more urban-centered projects."

"[Y/n] is... a bit busy lately… " Jayce lied, trying to preserve the girl from unnecessary stress. "Me and Viktor can deal with that, we're already used to it."

Heimerdinger stopped abruptly on his tracks, Jayce had to steady himself to avoid tripping over the short Professor. He turned to face Jayce, exasperation in his eyes.

"That won't do!" Heimerdinger retorted. "The very reason we're having a fundraiser so early on, before the Ventilation System completion, is due to the Patron's perception of the many possibilities [y/n]'s expertise could bring to HexTech innovation. Her attendance is of utmost importance!"

Standing in front of the UDS office door, Jayce recollected the exchange he had earlier with Heimerdinger. He hasn't seen [y/n]'s face ever since the Undercity trip two weeks ago, much less talked to her. It was more than obvious that something was off, that something happened with her and Viktor when he left them alone.

He felt a bit guilty - the conversation he had with her right before leaving them at The Fringes hammered inside his head. Maybe he pushed her to do something she wasn't ready to do? Maybe she was mad at him, and wouldn't want to see his face so soon - she had made a point of not wanting to see him or Viktor by vanishing from the HexTech Lab for the past two weeks.

He bit his bottom lip sighing, maybe it still was too early to reach her, but he should at least make an effort to apologize. That way, he'd at least have some peace of mind. Jayce grabbed the door handle and, without knocking, slowly opened the door.

[Y/n] sat by the wall on the opposite side of the room, her back turned to Jayce. She seemed to be engrossed in her work, scribbling on a large parchment sheet atop one of the tables - the items that occupied that spot before were now unceremoniously shoved to the sides. He cleared his throat, the girl was startled, jumping back in surprise to meet whoever made that sound.

"Jayce!" She exclaimed coarsely. Her eyes darted around behind him, looking for… something. Once she realized he was alone, she relaxed, yet Jayce could see a tint of disappointment behind her eyes.

"Hey, [y/n]! Long time no see."

"Oh… yeah. I've been… a bit busy." She lied, looking around. She definitely wasn't ready to see Jayce today - she still hadn't worked on her speech to justify her prolonged absence from HexTech. All that was left for her was improvising. "Now that the Ventilation System construction is on the go, I thought I could… work on… some other unfinished projects y'know."

"Yeah, hm… sure." He bought her obvious lie. He was a bit relieved - if she was mad at him she'd already let him know from the get-go. "Professor Heimerdinger asked me to let you know about the next fundraiser ball for HexTech."

"Oh… sure. When will it be happening?"

"This Friday, at 8." She frowned.

"But that's the day after tomorrow."

"I know it's short notice, but the Ventilation System got the patrons excited I guess." He justified, scratching his chin. She sighed in obvious distress.

"That's too short of a notice. I won't be able to make it." - I'm still not ready to face Viktor - she thought.

Jayce sighed again. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid - he was sure she'd be reacting that way and if there was one thing Jayce didn't like was being the bearer of bad news.

"Look, [y/n]... I'm gonna be honest with you." He started, his hands on his waist. "I understand that something… happened between you and Viktor, but Heimerdinger strictly emphasized that you need to attend, this fundraiser is basically happening because the patrons want to meet you."

[Y/n] huffed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose in irritation. She hated the idea of attending a social gathering without ample time to prepare herself - heck, she didn't even know if she had something to wear for such an occasion. But if there was a path to salvage her relationship with HexTech and keep UDS afloat, this was definitely the way. She needed to stay in the good graces of the patrons.

"I understand… " She murmured, unpinching her nose and looking down at the floor. "I'll just go to the shopping district tomorrow for a dress and I think I'll be ok… "

"Oh, about that… Mel offered to go with you, if you're interested."

For the first time in the exchange, she perked up.

"Oh… Oh! Yes, please!" She begged. "Oh my gods, Mel is super fancy, I could definitely use her help. I barely know how to dress like a human being.

Jayce chuckled. With the tension in the room down, he marched towards [y/n]. She looked at him expectantly as he got closer. With a warm smile, he placed a hand over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry for pushing you… again." He started. "Whatever happened between you and Viktor, I might be a little at fault too."

She shook her head. "Of courses you're not. Despite whatever you said to me, I'm the one who acted on my own volition."

"Wanna share? Maybe I could help you…"

She studied his face for a moment, contemplating his offer. It wouldn't hurt to get Jayce's input on the problem, would it? No, she nearly had anything else to lose.

With a heavy sigh, she started telling Jayce everything that happened that night. How she overstepped the threshold of their work relationship. How she got carried away with the banter and how Viktor didn't stand down. How the whole ordeal ended right before Jayce opened her door.

Jayce covered his face with both of his hands, groaning in frustration.

"Why are you two such dorks?" He slid his hands off his face, turning his attention back to the girl. "Are you sure you're not just inexperienced? This whole two weeks happened because of a single erection? Really?" She frowned at Jayce in irritation.

"I AM experienced." She barked. "It's just… things are… different… with Viktor."

"Oh, shit, you got it that bad huh?" Jayce teased.

"C'mon, Jayce." She was starting to regret her last decision.

"I'm sorry, I'm just kidding…" He apologized, his warm smile from before making a comeback. "I understand there's a lot at stake with him. But I want to assure you right here that our partnership will stand strong even if you fucked both of us." She inhaled sharply in embarrassment.

"Jayce, what the fuck?"

"Okay, in hindsight that wasn't the best argument. But what I'm trying to say is that our partnership lays above any personal conundrums between us. You might think the UDS is the only one being benefited by HexTech, but the reverse is also true." He returned his hands to her shoulder. "You think we had patrons eager to throw money at us even before the completion of a current project? This is a first!"

She smiled at him, feeling pressure she didn't know she was holding vanish in an instant.

"Besides… " He continued. "Our common goal to make lives better is as important to you as it is to us, especially for Viktor. You should trust in his willpower, something like that couldn't bend it."

"Thanks, Jayce… " She placed her hand on top of the one he had placed on her shoulder and gave a little squeeze. "I… needed this. To hear this, I mean… "

"Don't mention it. " He said with a kind smile. "Now if you excuse me, I'll head back to the HexTech Lab. The Council Meeting ended hours ago, Viktor must be wondering where I am."

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"Where were you? Did something happen at the Council Meeting?"

Viktor's heavy-accented voice greeted Jayce as soon as he closed the HexTech Lab door behind him. The leaner scientist's attention still focused on the journal in front of him.

"Oh… In fact, yes." Jayce answered, walking towards where Viktor was sitting and taking a seat on the opposite side of the table, facing his partner. "We'll have to attend a fundraiser ball this Friday."

Viktor lifted his eyes to Jayce, a frown across his eyebrows. "So soon?"

"The Patrons pestered Heimerdinger to meet [y/n]." He explained. "The Ventilation System got them excited."

Still looking at Jayce, Viktor's mouth tightened into a thin line before he turned his attention back to his journal. "Figures… The Ventilation System is indeed remarkable."

"It sure is… " Jayce took a deep breath, leaning closer to his partner. "Say, V… I've been meaning to ask you something."

“Uhum?”

“What happened between you and [y/n] at her apartment while I wasn’t around?”

Viktor briefly looked up from his journal, but quickly returned his attention to it. “Nothing. She brewed some coffee and we waited for you.” He said with a dismissive motion of his hand.

“But you had your leg bracer half-way off, I helped put it back on.”

“I was in the middle of taking it off when you arrived, I wasn’t expecting you to arrive so soon.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw [y/n] on her knees in front of you when I opened the door.”

“Ah, yes… She undid some clasps near my foot for me.” Viktor lied.” I was having difficulty bending down. Just a simple favor.”

Jayce huffed in frustration at Viktor’s stubbornness. It seemed a more direct approach was needed.

“From her perspective, it didn’t seem to be so simple.”

Viktor’s eyes shot up from his Journal. Jayce smirked, now he had his undivided attention.

“Did you… talk to her?”

“I did. I paid a visit to the UDS Office before coming here.” Jayce spit back, studying Viktor’s eyes to watch his reactions.

“Oh… "Viktor murmured, slowly resting his journal down on the table. Jayce could see a glimpse of tension building up behind his partner's eyes. "And, how is she doing?"

"She… could be better." Jayce answered, not looking at Viktor.

"Oh… " Viktor murmured again, brows furrowed while aimlessly tracing his index finger on the cover of his journal. He was clearly nervous. "Is she… disgusted with me?"

Jayce lifted an eyebrow at him. "Disgusted? Why… would she be disgusted?"

"You know why, Jayce." Viktor uttered, lifting his eyes at the taller scientist. "If you talked and she told you about what happened that evening, you must know why."

Jayce studied his partner's face for a moment, trying to find the answer to his question. He squinted his eyes.

"What… do you think happened?"

Viktor sighed, leaning back on his chair - his eyes focused on some point of the Lab. "An esteemed work colleague kindly offered to help me and I answered her kindness in a… very unprofessional way."

"Oof, is that what you call a hard-on?"

If looks could kill, Jayce would have been decimated with the way Viktor's eyes pierced him.

"Look, I'm gonna tell you something I told her earlier." Jayce continued, ignoring his partner's death stare. "You are one of the most brilliant minds in Piltover, she's an amazing and empathic architect. But you two are the biggest dorks I've ever crossed paths with."

"What… are you talking about?"

"Let me put it this way." Jayce said, staring directly at his partner. "Had I not arrived so early that night, you two would have gone all the way. And this is not a guess, it's an informed opinion."

A faint blush creeped up Viktor's cheeks and ears. "So… she's not upset?"

"Why are you fucking playing dumb?" Jayce leaned over the table on his elbows, covering his face with his head in clear frustration. "No! She 's not upset! She's worried YOU are the one upset with her."

"Why would I be… "

"V, you figure it out with her." Jayce cut him off standing up. "I need to tell Mel [y/n] accepted her offer to go shopping. I'll leave you to your own devices.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving a very dumbfolded Viktor behind.

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Ink - Matt Murdock x reader soulmate au

Pairing: Daredevil Matt Murdock x reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of violence

Blank. Your entire body had been completely blank for your entire life. No scribbled notes on the back of your hand, no absentminded doodles and drawings up and down your arm. Nothing.

You’d had your own markings there, of course; appointment times hurriedly jotted on your hand as your doctor hangs up the phone. Hell, your arm was frequently covered in various flowers, eyes and a multitude of dicks as your old school friends showed off their artistic ‘abilities’. You dread to think what your soulmate had thought of you back then.

It had been a while since you had thought about your soulmate, their lack of interest in inking themselves up causing you to pretty much forget their existence entirely. They only came up in conversation when you’d go out for drinks with your friends or when someone you knew finally found their soulmate. You hadn’t given up searching, you’d just given up giving a fuck.

Today, you started a new case. It wasn’t often that your firm took on clients who were undeniably evil - sure, some were a little cheeky sometimes - but you guessed that this client in particular was paying the big bucks.

You had originally started at Hastings & co. as a freelance private investigator, working with Everett Hastings to find the best clients or, more correctly, the clients with the easiest cases to defend. It wasn’t long before Everett’s offers were too hard to ignore, the financial stability of working for a firm providing you with far more long term solutions to all of your daily struggles. That had been six years ago now. Now you had your very own office and effectively the freedom to find your own cases once again, as long as you stayed within Hastings’ admittedly lenient guidelines.

This case, however, you had no say in.

Lost in thought, you barely notice the intern standing in your doorway until he gives two gentle knocks on the doorframe.

‘Miss, the client has arrived. Everett has requested that you introduce yourself.’

‘Yes, yes of course,’ you look up, quickly jumping out of your seat and snatching your pen and paper from the edge of the desk. ‘Is the client by themselves? Or is there a whole entourage like last time?’

You both begin walking down the hallway before the intern starts again, ‘No, it’s just him. But,’ he pauses, coming to a stop and leaning in to whisper, ‘I think he’s wired. He keeps fiddling with his ear.’

You nod as you make your way towards the office, ‘Okay. Thanks, dude. See you later.’ The two of you exchange small waves before you turn to open the office door, forcing a polite smile on to your face.

Immediately, you recognise the client. His perfectly polished face had been all over the news recently - this was an extremely high profile case. You don’t hesitate in sending a smile his way, sticking your hand out to meet his.

The two of you shake hands as you introduce yourself, the situation surprisingly pleasant until you share your role at the firm with him. He scoffs as the words ‘private investigator’ leave your mouth.

‘Ralph Spentsworth. You can call me Raffie, though I doubt we’ll be interacting again.’ He laughs again, shooing you away with his hand. ‘I have no interest in communicating with an unqualified, wannabe detective.’

Turning to Everett, you shoot him a look for him to support you.

Everett coughs, nodding at you before looking back to Ralph.

‘I can assure you, Raffie, she is very much qualified for your case. She’s your best bet at walking away from this situation unscathed.’

‘Thank you, Mr Hastings,’ you say before gesturing to the door, ‘Should I get started?’

Everett glances around the room before giving you a curt nod, ‘Yes, Miss, that’ll be all for now. All of the files regarding Mr Spentswor- sorry, Raffie’s case should have already been emailed over to you. Good luck.’

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It was way past the end of your shift. Almost everyone in the office had said their farewells to you for the evening, although you had no idea how long it had been since you had said goodnight to your last colleague. You were completely and utterly lost in the research for Ralph’s case. It had been obvious that he was in fact guilty of a crime right from the get-go, but you had no idea just how horrific his crimes had been. As with most of the big bad clients, there was more than one crime spanning over multiple weeks, but Hastings and co. were only defending him for one particular set of crimes. Thankfully, each of these cases were heavily reported on by local news stations and papers which aided your moral judgement - but it made your job increasingly more difficult.

Shares holder Ralph Spentsworth suspected of grievous bodily harm after money laundering scheme goes bust.

Local businessman Ralph Spentsworth allegedly spotted beating woman to death.

Eyewitnesses report local business owner ‘Raffie’ Spentsworth breaking and entering before damning emergency call is made.

Shit.

How on earth are you supposed to find evidence for this guy? Wherever you look, you could only find more and more incriminating evidence. Extremely obvious evidence.

As you continue your search, Everett makes his way into your office.

‘Fantastic, you’re still here. I need to discuss something with you.’ Everett plants himself into one of the seats opposite your desk, leaning himself over to peer at you.

‘I didn’t think you’d still be here,’ you laugh as you check the time.

23:46

‘I didn’t plan on it,’ he laughs. ‘I’m just going to confide in you, I’m asking politely that you don’t say ‘I told you so’, okay?’.

‘Hmm.’ You nod, encouraging him to continue.

He shifts his eyes around the office, clearly debating whether to continue.

‘I shouldn’t have taken this case.’

You shake your head in both amusement and understanding as he stutters to support his statement.

‘I’m being serious. He’s fucking evil. He doesn’t feel guilty at all. No remorse whatsoever. I’ve seriously fucked up.’

Cutting off his ramblings, you rest your hand on his as you think of something, anything to say to make him feel better.

‘Look, Everett. You’re right, we shouldn’t have taken this case,’ he looks up at you, a sad smile on his face. ‘But there’s things we can do to fix this. To make things right.’

He suddenly springs up in his seat, drumming his hands on your desk.

‘Okay, okay. I have an idea. Won’t be monetarily great for us but it’ll ease my conscience.’

‘Oh?’ You tilt your head at him, clicking the pen in your hand, ready to take notes in your now wide open notepad.

‘We find the victim’s lawyer.’ He says, before you interject.

‘Victim? Is the victim not, you know, dead?’ You ask, confused as to just how a dead woman can be defended in court.

‘There were 3 victims. A family. The bastard killed the wife and daughter but the husband is still alive. Got a few life changing injuries, as one would, but he’s alive.’

‘Fuck. Okay, this could work,’ you say, scribbling down information onto the paper. ‘Do we know the guy’s name?’ You turn to your computer, opening google with your fingers hovering over the keyboard.

‘Leo. Leo Baker.’ Everett confidently utters to you, resting his head on his fist as you frantically type.

‘Found him. Okay-y,’ you say, pausing to write Leo’s name on your hand. Important information goes on the hand.

It takes a good while before you find a news article specifically about Leo. You scan the article for any information at all regarding a lawyer or anything to do with the legal system, ultimately with no luck.

You continue to scour the internet for more information, eventually landing on the Facebook profile of an elderly woman who appears to be a neighbour to the Baker family, with frequent updates and statuses on the case.

‘I think I’ve got a lead.’ You say, ushering Everett over to your side of the desk with your pen. He quickly makes his way over, peering at the screen.

He seems to be a few posts ahead of you as he points at the post furthest to the bottom.

‘Lovely Leo has found himself a very friendly pair of lawyers. Not a fan of their office though, needs an upgrade!’ Everett reads, ‘Maybe send her a message? She might be able to give us the address of Leo’s lawyers.’

Everett returns back to his seat, promptly pulling his phone from his pocket.

‘Shit, I’ve gotta run. You work on that message though and keep me updated, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.’

‘Goodnight, Everett.’ You wave your hand at him, gesturing for him to leave. ‘I’ll lock up on my way out!’

‘You’re a star!’ He shoots a finger gun at you before quickly leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Not long after Everett left, you formulated the perfect message for Leo’s neighbour. You hadn’t been expecting a response at such an unreasonable time, but you had received a notification in no time at all.

You frantically search for your phone in the depths of your bag, fishing it out to call Everett. You ring twice to no response, opting to text him instead.

Got the address. Nelson And Murdock. You heard of them? Heading over in the morning

Tossing your phone to the side, you pick up your pen and write the number for Nelson and Murdock on your hand, along with the building name and number.

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08:00

You awoke to the blaring sound of your alarm, sleepily reaching over to your bedside table to turn it off, instead knocking your phone from its place on the edge of the furniture. Sliding out of bed, you pick up your phone and turn the alarm off, preparing to start the day.

It doesn’t take long for the hour to pass, your 09:00am alarm reminding you to call the two men that you had been researching the night before, Nelson and Murdock.

The notes on your hand were slightly faded but still legible. You rushed to enter the number into your phone’s dial keypad, bringing the phone up to your ear.

After a single ring, the phone is answered.

Before you or the person on the other end can speak, you hear a bellowing voice from somewhere in the background.

‘-op secret information is on your hand today, Matty?’

‘Hello, Nelson and Murdock, attorneys at law. Karen speaking.’ A woman’s voice chimes, letting out a small chuckle at the suspected madness going on around her.

‘Hi Karen,’ you quickly introduce yourself, ‘I’m the PI from Hastings and co. , we’re defending Mr Spentsworth in Leo Baker’s case. Am I right in thinking that your firm are the ones defending Mr Baker?’

‘Um, y-yeah. Sorry, why are you calling?’ Karen is understandably confused, but you’re not sure that this particular conversation is suited for a phone call.

‘This is going to sound really weird, but would it be possible for me to visit and speak to Mr Nelson and Murdock? It’s really important.’

Karen hesitates before responding, ‘I-uh, sure. Could you be here in half an hour?’

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You totally overestimated how long it would take you to get to their office. You had found yourself standing in line for the bakery across the street with fifteen minutes to spare, now armed with an assortment of baked goods as you made your way up the narrow stairs towards the firm.

As you made your way down the hallway towards the door with a fairly new looking plaque on the front, you readied yourself for the oncoming conversation.

This should be fairly simple, you thought. I’m on their side.

You barely get the chance to knock before the door swings open, a friendly, slender, blonde woman holding it open as she introduces herself.

‘Hi, come in, come in! I’m Karen, we spoke on the phone.’

You can’t help but smile at her as she excitedly beckons you inside, taking the box of treats from your hand, staring at the scribbles on your hand as she does so.

‘I bought some snacks! Consider it a peace offering. I have no idea how this is going to go.’ you anxiously admit, already feeling relaxed in Karen’s presence.

She laughs in response, ‘Mr Nelson and Mr Murdock are just in their office at the moment, discussing something or other. They shouldn’t be too much longer.’

The two of you stand awkwardly in the reception area before Karen jolts across the room, gently creeping open the office door. You can’t make out their hushed whispers as they hurriedly end their conversation, Karen turning to face you and gesturing for you to come inside.

You take a seat opposite the two men, sending them both what you only hoped were warm smiles. You introduce yourself as you look between them.

‘It’s great to meet you, (y/n). I’m Foggy. Foggy Nelson. This,’ the blonde man gestures to the dark haired, bearded man beside him, a pair of dark tinted glasses balanced on his nose. ‘This is Matt Murdock, my associate. How can we help?’

Both men edge in closer to you, almost comically, each arm folded and resting on the desk.

You pause, considering what to say next, how to go about this conversation.

These guys seem okay. Seem reasonable, you think. You bring your hands up to the desk, immediately gaining Foggy’s attention. His eyes are drawn to the faded ink that litters your hand, seemingly trying to…read it?

You peer down at your hand before clutching it with your other, looking up to Foggy in apology.

‘I’m so sorry, it’s just notes from last night - it won’t come off.’ you say, an anxious laugh escaping your lips.

‘No, no. It’s no issue, just looked familiar.’ He utters, gently nudging Matt’s leg from under the table.

‘Oh, yeah. It’s your phone number.’ you laugh. Nervously, you shoot a glance up to Karen who has remained at the edge of the room. She offers a shrug in response before casting her eyes back to Matt.

‘So, anyway.’ Matt starts, sitting up in his chair as he rubs the back of his hand. ‘What is it that you’re here to discuss with us?’

You quickly recollect yourself as you start, ‘Oh shit, yeah. Ralph Spentworth. H-he’s-’

‘Evil.’ Matt cuts you off.

‘Y-yeah, exactly. My boss- his lawyer, Everett Hastings doesn’t want to win the case. Is there anything in particular that we can do that would benefit your defence?’ you ask.

‘Drop the case?’ Foggy retorts, earning a light chuckle from Karen.

‘No, you’re not understanding. Hastings wants this man put away. He needs absolutely zero chance of winning this case.’ You explain, your hands moving as you speak. ‘We’re on your side.’

‘You expect us to believe that the man with the highest paying client I’ve personally ever seen doesn’t want to win?’ Foggy says. ‘He just wants to hand us the case?’

You hold your head in your hands momentarily as you think of how to assure these men that you truly want to work alongside them.

‘Spentworth’s crimes are horrific. No morally sound person would even attempt to defend that man.’

‘So why did Hastings take him on?’ Matt asks, tilting his chin up ever so slightly.

‘My guess? The money. It always looks nice at first glance.’ you shrug. ‘But Hastings has realised his mistake. He can’t go through with it.’

The pair decide to discuss the topic further between themselves, leaving you and Karen in the office. Barely a minute passed before you noticed Karen analysing your hand again, embarrassedly pulling your hand to your chest.

She looks awkwardly to the floor, shuffling her feet against the carpet.

‘Sorry, (y/n).’ she laughs, before joining you at the desk. ‘This is so rude, oh my god, I’m sorry. But I have to ask, what does it say on your hand?’

Gesturing to your ink smeared hand, she looks up at you expectantly.

‘Oh, um, don’t worry about it.’ you laugh. ‘Leo Baker,’ you read. ‘And then the office’s phone number.’

You awkwardly extend your arm to reach Karen, showing her the notes on your hand.

‘Okay, don’t freak out. Matt’s hand- This,’ she points at your hand. ‘This is exactly what is on Matt’s hand.’

‘We clearly have the same way of remembering things!’ you nervously chuckle, trying to ignore the vice-like grip that Karen has on your wrist.

‘Matt doesn’t- Matt can’t read things from his hand. He’s,’ Karen leans in. ‘He’s blind.’ she whispers.

You make a sound of shock as she covers her mouth with her hand.

‘I- Karen! I know! I suppose I, well I guess I didn’t consider how he’d go about writing on his hand - shit. I feel so bad, I’m so sorry.’ you stammer out, desperate for this whole encounter to be over.

Before you can discuss it further, Foggy and Matt make their way back into the room.

‘Okay,’ Foggy starts, slapping his arms against his sides. ‘We wouldn’t usually, y’know, work with the opposition. But this seems justified,’ Foggy side eyes Matt, a smile gracing the brunette’s face.

‘We’ll work something out,’ Matt smiles, returning to his seat at the desk. ‘Foggy has informed me that we have another thing to discuss?’ he questions, causing you to look between Foggy and Karen for a response.

Foggy turns to look at Karen expectedly, to which she nods in return.

‘It would seem,’ Foggy begins, reaching one arm out to your hand and the other to Matt’s, ‘you two are soulmates.’

You turn to Matt in surprise, gazing at his face before moving your eyes down to his hand.

There it is. Unmistakably your handwriting, rushed and scribbled, in the exact same spot as on yours. Faded, but there.

‘Are you sure?’ Matt questions, pulling his hand back in to brush his fingers over it. ‘Maybe it’s just a coincidence?’

‘No,’ the three of you respond in unison.

‘That’s definitely my handwriting.’ you mutter, still unable to get past the shock.

This man, beautifully crafted and delightfully polite, is your soulmate?

You had no idea what could possibly be running through Matt’s head right now.

A tense silence filled the room, Karen and Foggy looking from you and Matt, desperate for something to happen.

The silence continued and it was beginning to affect Foggy. He couldn’t handle the awkwardness.

‘Why don’t we, uh,’ Foggy pauses to think. ‘Let’s go for drinks?’

You turn to Foggy, a puzzled expression dancing across your face.

‘Drinks? It’s not even noon.’

Foggy offers nothing but a laugh in response as he picks up his bag from the floor.

‘Let’s go.’

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Maybe drinks weren’t such a bad idea. Sure, you’d mainly stuck by Karen’s side in order to avoid any potential awkwardness but, as a matter of fact, it wasn’t too bad. You were a few shots down before you ended up alone at the booth with Matt.

He held himself with such composure, charm may as well have been oozing from the man. You couldn’t help but admire him, your eyes taking in each and every detail. You were staring, and part of you sensed that he knew it.

‘I can’t believe it. You’re my soulmate!’ you exclaim, earning a chuckle from Matt.

‘I’m your soulmate. Unless this is some elaborate ruse created by the three of you to get me into your bed - I’ve been told I’m quite the catch.’ He cuts himself off, fanning his face with his hand in jest.

‘Oh yes, Mr Murdock. I am here simply to bed you, nothing more.’ you retort, joining him in his laughter.

‘So,’ Matt pauses to recollect himself. ‘How long have you been with Hastings?’

‘Everett?’ you ask in shock, ‘I’m not with Everett, not my type. Too blonde.’ you say, snatching your glass up from the table and taking a mouthful of the watered down remnants of your drink.

‘No, no,’ he laughs. ‘I didn’t mean that, (y/n). How long have you worked for him?’

You rub your forehead in embarrassment as you think back on your career.

‘Three and a half years, ish. It’s not too bad.’ you reply before taking another sip of your drink.

‘How about you? You and Foggy seem like you’ve worked together for years.’

‘Foggy and I went to school together, never really separated since. We haven’t had our own firm for long,’ he pauses, ‘but it’s been long enough to end up in some deep shit.’

‘I hear you,’ you nod. ‘I couldn’t cut it as a lawyer - I think I’d get too attached.’

‘How so?’ Matt interjects, turning his entire body to face you. His sudden interest in what you had to say catches you off guard.

‘Oh, well, you know.’ you say. ‘I’ve been told I care too much. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost a case, if I let someone down.’

‘It happens.’ Matt nods. ‘But it gets easier. There aren’t enough lawyers who care.’

You shrug before finishing off your drink.

‘This rounds on me. What do you fancy?’ you ask, taking Matt’s empty bottle and placing it inside your glass.

‘No, no, don’t worry about it. That’s enough for me.’ he says, motioning to stop with his hands.

‘Can I tempt you with a cola instead then?’ you ask, desperate for an excuse to stay and chat with him.

With some pleading, you manage to convince him, taking your empty glasses over to the bar. As you make your way to the bar, you see Foggy and Karen leaning against a pool table, seemingly deep in conversation.

Karen notices your presence as you walk towards them, waving you over.

‘How’s it going with Matt? We thought we’d leave you two to yourselves for a while.’ she excitedly grabs your shoulder, pulling you in closer.

You turn back to face Matt, his head vaguely looking in your direction as he presumably waits for your return.

‘I should get back to him.’ you say, gesturing to the man you had abandoned at the booth.

‘Yeah of course.’ Foggy laughs as you turn to the bar, shaking his head at Karen in amusement.

Once you were out of earshot, Foggy and Karen resume their giggly, hushed conversation over the pool table.

‘Two Pepsis! Pepsi is okay,’ you pause, ‘right?’

‘Absolutely.’ Matt laughs.

As you slide yourself back into the booth, your eyes are drawn to your penmanship on Matt’s hand. Slowly, you reach out to touch his hand, to hold it, to inspect it.

‘May I?’ you ask, forgetting that he probably has zero idea as to what you’re asking. ‘Sorry,’ you laugh. ‘May I touch your hand?’

Matt nods in agreement with no hesitation, pushing his arm outwards further into your reach.

Your fingers barely graze his hand before a sharp spark jolts through your entire body. Instinctively, you pull your hand away and stare at Matt with a look of amazement.

His hand reaches out into thin air in an attempt to find your hand again.

‘That has to mean something.’ you utter (mostly to yourself) as your hand meets his in the middle of the distance between the two of you.

He shakes his head, a soft smile filing his features.

‘I’m almost certain I know what it means, (y/n).’

You look up at his face, realisation dawning on you as you piece it together. That was undeniable evidence that couldn’t possibly be coincidence.

‘We’re soulmates.’

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btsxmalereaders · 4 years ago

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☆ Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you!

♡ pairing — bang chan x male reader

> genre — fluff | f2l

> word count — 4.3k I don't know how this happened

> summary — chan realises he likes you by not being able to use pickup lines on you

> a/n — i saw a tiktok where chan says he's gonna use a pickup line on felix and my love-deprived self ended up writing this lol i hope you all like it

| 05282021

| Please keep making more whosfan accounts and keep streaming WOLFGANG on the correct platforms!

"Hey, how you doin'?" Chan casually says as he enters the kitchen, trying not to grin and start giggling right away. He even places his hands over the table and tilts his head a little in an attempt to look confident. Felix takes his attention away from the food he is cooking and turns on his feet to look at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Good?" He answers with an air of suspicion. "Why?"

Chan finally lets out a small giggle, "Oh nothing, I was just thinking that... I am not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together."

And Felix thinks it's a creative pickup line, funny even, but what ends up making him laugh is the way his best friend bends over to start laughing louder and the way his cheeks turn reddish at the embarrassment he's probably feeling.

"That was a good one, I must say," He chuckles. "Not as great as the Optimus Fine one, though. Even if it made you laugh for ten minutes after you said it."

And Chan can only laugh harder at the remembrance, placing his hands over his slightly aching abdomen and gasp for air when he can't handle it anymore. Felix giggles as well and denies with his head, going back to stir what's on the pot.

"Stays keep getting creative when it comes to flirting with you," He speaks again as the laughter finally dies down. "They probably think you might use it on someone you like, and you're here almost crying because you use them on us."

Chan hums, "Well, I don't really like anyone right now."

Felix turns off the stove and makes a -dramatic- pause, turning again to face Chan as he gets closer and squints his eyes. "I don't believe it."

"What?" Chan laughs. "Why would I lie?"

"I don't know, but I don't buy it. Maybe it's the love songs you have as drafts in your laptop."

"Ah, that doesn't mean I'm in love," He explains and takes a seat in front of him, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "That's why they're still drafts, though. They don't convey the feeling of being in love because I am not in love, you know?"

"Good point, but it still doesn't convince me."

"Why?" He asks again with a chuckle, a little embarrassed by the sudden interest in his - nonexistent - love life. "You know our activities barely give us time for ourselves, so it's almost impossible to have a relationship with someone. At least a formal one."

"You can still like someone and not be with them." Felix shrugs. "So spill it. Who is it?"

And Chan knows he's just messing around with him, but he can't help but feel flustered. "No one! I think so." He almost says it in a whisper; however, Felix doesn't comment on it.

"I still want to listen to those drafts," He stands up and smiles. "Why don't you show me?"

This was not the way Chan expected the conversation to go, so he hesitates a bit about his friend's request. Well, it wasn't unusual anyway, at least Changbin had heard a couple and also helped in the composition of the songs, so having someone else hear them wouldn't hurt. He might even listen to ideas on his part to improve them.

"Okay, I can do that. Next week Y/N will come to the studio and work on something, why don't you pop-up at some point and I can show you?"

Felix nods, "Sounds good! Y/N asked for help for his new album?"

"Yeah, he wants me to listen to some tracks he has been working on." He casually comments, taking his phone from his pocket and leading his attention to the device, so now Felix can't see the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Hm, I haven't seen him in a while. Why hasn't he come to the dorm lately? We should invite him."

"He has been busy with his album, that's why. If you think I leave late from the studio, that's nothing compared to him, he truly spends an ungodly amount of time there."

"So you see him often?" Felix asks with sudden interest, now being aware of how Chan's ears are tinted pink.

"You could say that, yeah. He also spends time on my studio whenever he has the chance. And vice-versa." He shrugs, not finding it odd. You two were really good friends, so it was a normal thing for you to do. "Why?"

"Nothing, I was just curious." He mischievously laughs. "So, next week, you said?"

After a quick glance at the time on your phone, you decide to stand up and stretch your body. It's been a long time since you started working, and you still have a lot to do; and on top of it all, the progress you've made tonight doesn't totally convince you, and that just meant you'd be spending more time in the studio.

As you take your phone again to read your notes, a notification pops up on the top. You weren't supposed to meet up with Chan until later, but in the new message you just received, he tells you that he's free from working on his stuff and you could go earlier if you wanted.

You decide to go; after all, it was nearly impossible for you to concentrate again, and you truly needed to know what does he think about the tracks you sent him a few days ago to finally make an advance. So you grab your laptop after making sure you've saved the changes and the cup of half-drunk coffee, walking out to the long hall and taking the elevator to an upper floor.

The soles of your shoes are dragged across the floor all the way to the studio's door, where you softly knock a couple of times before remembering you already know the password to enter. Your fingers press the buttons, entering code you know by heart at this point, and the door quickly unlocks, making Chan to look your way and greet you with a smile.

"Hey, how have you been?" He sweetly says, seeing you entering the room and placing your belongings on top of the big desk in front of you and taking a seat on the couch behind him.

"Busy. And tired." You murmur and let out a sigh. Chan immediately plays a song at a low volume and takes seat next to you.

"You're still struggling with the track you told me about?"

You nod as an answer and pout, "I am desperate. It's like, no matter how many times I rewrite the lyrics or change the beats, it still doesn't convince me at all and I hate it."

"I get it," He sighs. "But don't worry about it, I'm here to help you out."

And Chan isn't someone who breaks his promises, so the following hours are spent listening to your music, carefully reading everything you've written so far, listening to your ideas and giving you advice.

In between work, he tells you every other joke to make you laugh and feel at least a bit less stressed; and it works wonderfully since he has a long list of dad jokes that take you off guard, plus his laughter is contagious, so not laughing with him is impossible.

It's no surprise that his advice and opinions are so accurate to the point of clearing your mind and helping you out of your creative block. Chan has always been hard-working and so good with words that every time you engage him in conversations, you feel more relaxed and less burdened. No matter what situation you had a problem with, Chan would always help you find the best solution for it. Maybe that's why you admire him so much, maybe it was one of the many reasons why you didn't hesitate for a second to go to him and find security in his presence and words... Maybe it was one of the thousands of reasons why you had romantic feelings towards him...

"Is it better now?" His voice takes you out of your thoughts. He's sweetly smiling at you; he probably realized you got lost on the way his lips were moving as he told you his thoughts on the recent draft of your song.

"Yeah, yes, honestly, you've helped me so much. I don't know what I'd do without you." You smile and go for a quick hug, taking the opportunity to ruffle his hair. Your fingers sliding between his soft and messy curls and making him fondly smile in the process. "You're my hero. I mean it."

Chan chuckles and can't keep his eyes off you as you type something on your laptop and hum. He recalls the conversation he had last week with Felix, and that ambiguous feeling settling on his chest makes him wonder if, after all, his friend was right. He doesn't remember when was the last time he felt the urge to hold someone in between his arms and dearly appreciate, and he wants to know why he smiles and feels his stomach tickling when he sees you.

Maybe it's because you spend a lot of time with him, a voice inside his head says. But he doesn't feel this way with any other friend.

Maybe it's because you have known him for a long time and you just appreciate him a lot, the voice tries again. Maybe. He finally gives in at the last thought. He'd have to figure it out.

His phone buzzes inside the pocket of his jeans and he takes it, knowing for sure it's a message from Felix.

"Felix is arriving in a few minutes." He murmurs, making you take your eyes off the screen. "He wants to listen to some songs I have, is that okay?"

"Of course, it's your studio, silly." You giggle. "I am almost done with this, so if you're gonna be busy I can go back to m-"

"You can stay, if you want to." He quickly adds. "Plus, he says he wants to see you, you know... He misses you." Chan laughs. He wasn't lying, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted you to stay.

"Okay! Sure, I haven't heard from him in a while, either." You nod and keep making changes on the file you have open.

Just as he said, Felix enters the room just a few minutes later, smiling brightly and immediately running to give you a big hug once he sees you.

Soon, the room was filled with laughter and long conversations to catch up on everything around your lives. Felix tells you about the new pastries he baked last week and that he was waiting for you to come around and bake with him, the new video game Jeongin bought and has been playing with Hyunjin, the new songs Changbin and Jisung have been working on and how Seungmin was learning to play piano, playing songs at night for everyone at the dorm.

"And you know? Chan hyung has gotten better at flirting." He laughs as the latter gives him a threatening glare. "He can't stop saying pickup lines whenever he has the chance."

"Ah, really?" You chortle. "You haven't said one in all the time we've been here."

"Well, we've been working, and I've told you many other jokes... Besides, it's not like I come up with them out of nowhere."

"Yes, you do!" Felix says. "You do that all the time, what are you talking about?"

You glance at Chan, who's currently blushing and at the loss of words. Felix, on the other hand, seems to be happy to see what he just provoked. And he'd definitely enjoy every part of it.

"I want to hear one! C'mooon!" You laugh. "Please?"

Chan rolls his eyes and tries to look confident as he would normally do. He clears his throat and thinks of a good pickup line he hasn't used yet.

"Alright," He says and smiles, he even thinks it's gonna start laughing before even opening his mouth, but the very moment he looks into your eyes, it's like he forgot every single word on his vocabulary. "Uhm, are you, no. Did you-? Wait! I forgot what I was gonna say-"

Felix can't help but burst into laughter, and you only look at him, as if you couldn't believe it. Was he nervous or was it because of the fact that Felix was in the same room? Would it have been any different if he weren't there?

You end up laughing at Felix's loud laughter, as well as seeing Chan blushing up to his ears and hiding his face behind his hands, probably also in an attempt to cover the huge grin he now has.

"Wow, that was an epic failure. And I thought you were the biggest flirt on earth." Felix teases him, to which Chan ends up groaning.

He continues talking about other stuff while Chan stops feeling embarrassed, even though he's not able to look in your eyes for the entire time until you have to go back to work.

You close your laptop and stand up, throwing the now empty cup of coffee on the trash bin. After thanking Chan for his help and promising Felix you'd drop by their dorm soon, you walk out of the studio with a smile and feeling your heart beating fast. There was no way you didn't have feelings for him.

"Oh my god, so I was right!" Felix says a few seconds after you left. Chan's first instinct is to cover his face again. "Look who got nervous so suddenly."

"Stop, I- I don't even want to talk about it." He murmurs, feeling flustered and avoiding Felix's gaze. He types something on his laptop and presses the play button, hoping that this way, his friend would forget about what just happened and could focus solely on the music.

And Felix doesn't talk about it anymore. The next few minutes are set by the music coming out of the speakers; the room filling with Chan's voice, singing the love songs that probably no one else would listen to. Felix seems to be concentrating on the lyrics, but Chan's thoughts are solely about you. As he listens to the songs, he is aware of how his skin bristles every time his hands accidentally touch you, the times when your eyes connect with his and you give him smiles every time it happens, all those times when his heart would race when he hugged you.... It's as if all those songs that professed a love he said he didn't feel, started to make sense.

He feels overwhelmed. Maybe if he was aware of it before, maybe if he listened to his heart instead of his head, this wouldn't be a big revelation to him.

Chan pauses the music, and before Felix can ask what's going on, he speaks up: "Why- why did I do that?"

"Did... what, exactly?" Felix asks, confused.

"The pickup line thing!" He blurts out. "I mean, I do that all the time, right? Why did I just forget how to even talk?"

Felix giggles, "Well, have you considered it's because when you use those pickup lines on us you just do it for laughing? To joke around with us, and with Y/N it's because... I don't know, you have feelings for him and it gets real? Like you're flirting with him."

Makes sense, he thinks. He remains in silence for a moment, processing everything that just happened and finally connecting the dots.

"Wait, you just had your epiphany?" Felix jokes. "It took you too, too long."

"I can barely fall asleep, how was I supposed to know I was falling in love?"

"Fair enough." He says, comprehensive. "Are you telling him?"

"Should I?" Chan's eyes sparkle, but he still feels confused. Should he even try? It's been so long since he last felt this way about someone, and given the circumstances of his life as an idol, he felt more reluctant to take the next step. Even more, considering he had just taken the first one by accepting his feelings a few minutes ago.

"I was right all this time by you being in love," He says. "And I am also sure that it's mutual. I've seen you two for a while, you know? I am surprised you didn't come the realization way earlier than this."

Chan giggles. "Alright, I get it."

"But it's up to you now, I guess. All I know is that you deserve to be happy, and you deserve good things... And Y/N is a great person. You should give yourself an opportunity on love."

Chan feels chills as he hears those words. Tonight's even have been too much for him to process, so he'll think deeply about it later.

"Okay," He nods. "Thanks, Lix. You've been really helpful."

"I know, what would you do without me?" Felix laughs. "Now let's keep listening to the songs, I am loving all of them."

Fortunately, the help Chan gave you really made it possible for you to finish the songs in no time. You are just now walking out of a meeting with your managers and the people in charge of the release of the album to set the final details, and you quickly send a message to Chan to let him know the news.

In the meantime, you drop by your studio to clean up a little and maybe write down some ideas for new songs that have been in your mind for a while. After a few minutes, you hear a knock on the door, snapping you out of your thoughts and then feeling confused. You weren't expecting anyone to come. So you slowly open the door, and a smile spreads across your face the moment you realize it's Chan.

"Oh, hi!" You greet him with a hug, immediately letting him in afterwards. He shyly gets inside, taking a seat on a chair and placing a bag on the small table behind him. "What brings you here? I thought you were still busy with you guys upcoming album."

"It's okay, Changbin is working on his stuff now at the studio, so I took the chance to come here and celebrate with you!" He grins. "Congratulations on making your first self-produced album!"

He starts clapping, making you smile; he truly was the sweetest person you've ever met.

As soon as he read your message he went to the nearby cafeteria and bought your favorite drink and pastries, claiming that it was a special occasion and should be celebrated.

"For all your hard work and the success of this album!" He makes a toast as he raises his cup of tea.

Soon you find yourselves immersed in a long conversation about everything that went into creating this album; from when you had the first idea for the concept, to those sleepless nights when he helped you without hesitation. Chan was definitely an essential part of this whole process, so to be celebrating with him right now felt right. It was how it should be.

"You know," Chan clears his throat as another song starts playing. "These past days I've had this thought in my head, and after talking it out with Felix... I am certain about it. And I want to tell you about it. I know I have to."

You frown, feeling curiosity, especially since his semblance has changed to be a bit more serious. He still has a small smile that gives you some kind of tranquility, but another part of you can't help but feel nervous as he gets a little bit closer.

"Of course, what is it?"

"So, uhm" He starts. "Some weeks ago, when Felix came to the studio and we were talking with you... Well, the reason he came was because he wanted to listen to some love songs I've worked on. And, after listening to all of them I figured out why I didn’t like them. I was sure I wasn't in love. That's why, to me, they all sounded plain and didn’t convey the feeling of love... But then..."

He makes a pause, catching his breath as he feels more and more nervous. He knows for sure his ears and cheeks are red right now, and it's impossible that you haven't noticed it. His hands slightly shake behind the table, anxiously looking for yours, but refraining from doing it because he doesn't know how this was going to end. You don't want to interrupt him, so you give him his time to clear his head and talk again.

"While listening to those songs, the only thought I had in mind was you." He finally confesses, with his gaze now fixed on his lap. "I guess that for a while I didn’t realise that I started to, uhm, catch feelings for you. And, it's okay if you don't feel the same way about me. I just really wanted to let you know because the thought has been on my mind for so long and I needed to let it out."

For a moment, the only thing that can be heard in the room is your voice coming from the speakers along with a sigh from Chan, who still didn’t dare to look up and face you.

"So... what you're saying is..." You speak up, feeling incredibly shy, trying to process the words addressed to you.

"What I am trying to say is that I am in love with you."

And you swear you could start screaming to the top of your lungs right now, but you try your very best to stay calm and finally grab Chan's hands. With that, he looks at you again.

"Channie," You softly say, looking at him in his precious eyes and dearly smiling. You don't even know where to begin, but a voice inside you begs for you to give him a hug. So you open your arms and embrace him tightly, feeling instant comfort and love. "I am so glad you feel this way too. I love you too."

Chan sighs in relief, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer; his nose pressed against the crook of your neck and closes his eyes, melting between your arms and enjoying every single second of that gesture.

"Wait a minute," You say out of nowhere, so he separates a bit from you and tilts his head. "That's why you couldn't even say a sentence when you tried to say a pickup line?"

You laugh when his expression changes to look ashamed, his lips frowned in a pout and his gaze avoiding your eyes again.

"Try again, I'm sure you're good at this." And Chan's head only comes up with the dozens of lines he has read, but seeing you smiling right in front of him and your arms over his shoulders, he can only think how lucky he is. He can't possibly say anything to you. "Alright, let me try instead."

You hum and recall all the pickup lines you've read and have been told before, "Hm, can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll return it."

And you expected Chan to start laughing out loud, instead he starts blushing again and giggling, covering his face as he feels nervous.

"C'mon! Seriously?" You laugh and wait for him to stop being shy.

"You make me nervous, give me time." He excuses himself and laughs some more. "That was a good one, and you know what? You can borrow all the kisses you want, as long as you keep your word and return them."

"See? That's what I'm talking about!"

Chan fondly smiles at you, placing his hand on your head to pet your hair for a moment. You close your eyes as he does it, feeling his soft touch traveling all the way down to your chin. He rests his thumb on your cheek and after a few seconds you decide to open your eyes.

"Can I?" He murmurs as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips.

"You don't even have to ask."

And just as you give him permission, he breaks the distance between you two. He starts carefully, placing his lips against yours in a tender, chaste way, barely there pressure that makes you exhale through your nose as if you had been holding your breath all along. One of his hands still holds you by the waist, so he takes the opportunity to slide it to your lower back, carefully holding you and sending you shivers to your entire body.

You lean forward barely a few millimeters, but it's enough to feel more pressure over your lips. Chan angles his head and traps your bottom lip, tongue trying to dart out of his mouth to taste more of the sweetness of yours. He, however, contains himself and smiles in between the kiss, instead. He was probably gonna be the death of you.

The deep kiss loses intensity as a minute passes by, so you two end up giving smaller kisses and share smiles, your noses constantly touching in skimo kisses. And you think it's perfect; it's way better than what you one day imagined.

Chan can't miss the chance to make you sit on his lap, so now your head rests over his chest. Your fingers fidgeting the hem of his hoodie and shyly longing to intertwine your hands.

"Hey, Y/N?" He grabs your attention and smiles. "Are you a parking ticket?"

You raise an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because you've got fine written all over you." He ends up with a muffled laughter.

"Oh no, what did I just get myself into?" You joke around, this time finally making him burst into a louder laughter. "You just declared war on me about pickup lines, you know?"

"Oh, so you got some lines, too? Can't wait to hear all of them, then."

And for the rest of the day you let yourself be held in between the arms of the person you loved the most. Later you'd find the way to flirt with him and make him feel flustered when he least expects it.

#kpop x male reader #skz x male reader #stray kids x m!reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids male reader #bang chan x male reader #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #bang chan x reader #stray kids imagines

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80s4life · 4 years ago

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The Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Word Count: 4,438

Status: Not Requested

Fandom: Back To The Future 1985

Relationship: Biff Tannen x Female Reader

Summary: As time is altered for a total of 2 weeks (I extended it slightly), you and Marty struggle to get his parents under control, having problem after the next. But, when an unexpected solution occurs, you find yourself willingly okay with it, soon finding the exact reason as to why.

Warnings: language, fluff, Biff being a dick, slight angst, cute Biff

Masterlist Back To The Future Masterlist

Prompts: (from this list @youneedsomeprompts)

Y/C/S= Your Choice of Sport/ Your Chosen Sport (you don’t have to honestly play one, just choose one you like or one that comes to mind)

{gif and prompts are not mine, gif credits go to @backtothefuturemovies and credits were given above for prompts!}

No one ever said time travel was fun. No one ever said the job was easy. And no one sure as hell told you the consequences that come with it. Well, at least not before you, and your best friend, Marty McFly, had gone dead-on through a barn, sacred a neighboring family of ‘alien invasion,’ run into younger McFly parents, and altered time just enough to fuck you over for a few days.

I mean, who would’ve guessed right? Your mom just so happens to be romantically interested in you, their child. Well, that was at least in Marty’s case. For you, you had just managed to run into the biggest dickhead of the century, Biff Tannen. Or so you thought?

Making your way out of bed, you automatically go to where Marty was sleeping in the garage, waking him along with Doc up. The go-to plan for the day was to go undercover as usual students in the 50′s, secretly following Marty’s parents around, finding out where they lie in this part of time, and try to find ways into manipulating them together once more in time for Marty and you to get back home. Easy enough, right?

Groaning, Marty goes to slap your hands away weakly, mumbling something along the lines of ‘Just a few more minutes.’ You giggle slapping his hands back in an attempt to wake him up cheerily. Mornings weren’t really your forte either, so any upbeat wake-up is better than a pissy, tired, horrible morning.

Doc, on the other hand, was happy to return the affection, getting out of bed to give a quick hug and kiss to the forehead. Then he makes his way over to the bed, going to tickle Marty’s feet as you go to tickle his sides. Finally, in a fit of laughter, Marty gets up and goes straight for the bathroom. You were going to argue him, having to use the bathroom first, but decide to just leave it be, heading for the makeshift kitchen instead.

You smile fondly as Doc and Marty play around a while later, wrestling about, cracking jokes. It was only just a few hours ago that you and Marty had witnessed the untimely death of the currently very lively man in the house. Witnessing the blood loss, the machine gun in action, and the bullets that whizzed pass with only one malicious intent: to kill. But he’s here now; he’s safe and sound, having many years until that date will arrive.

With the freshly cooked smell of eggs, toast, and pancakes, the boys straighten up, Doc clearing his throat in an attempt to organize himself, and Marty leaving his shirt ruffled as he follows the smell of deliciousness. You giggle as both men of different ages act exactly the same, piling their plates high and digging in, giving thanks through mouthfuls.

///LATER///

After breakfast had finished, you and Marty made your way to the school, not wanting to be late, and, quite frankly, not wanting to miss a second in the disaster we’re in, wanting to fix it as soon as possible. Upon entering, the building erupts in laughter, tears, screaming, perfume, cologne, aftershave, and lots and lots of both testosterone and estrogen. Fucking high school, you smile.

Going to “your locker” right besides “Marty’s,” you both place the books and supplies that are unneeded inside it and take only the things you need for the first two classes, somehow having those together. As Marty catches glimpse of his father, George McFly, he winks at you, moving to catch up to him. Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn back towards your locker, just barely missing a group of young men some ways down the hallway, locking eyes with a particularly taller man, towering almost everyone in the halls.

You pay no mind, however, being blindsided by three girls your age. Instantly, you recognize the one right in front as Lorraine, Marty’s mother. Smiling nervously, your cheeks tint only a little, being unprepared to see her so quickly, not yet having a plan made up on how you could help tackle the situation with Marty.

“Hiya! I’ve never seen you before, are you new here? I’m Lorraine Baines, and you are?” she asks cheerfully, her books clasped tightly to her chest.

Taking an obnoxiously long time staring dumbfounded, you finally realize you haven’t spoken, quickly recovering with newfound purpose and confidence, “Ah, yes! I am new here! Sorry, I’m just trying to get used to this place a tiny bit. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Well that’s quite alright, you can come with us!” she says once more in a cheery tone, taking you by the arm and lacing her arm around yours, locked elbows. You smiled, knowing exactly where Marty’s cheerful and people-person nature had come from. Walking down the halls, she had asked for my schedule, checking classes to see what we had together, “English, History, and Agriculture- Hey! You should try out for cheer leading!”

Shaking your head lightly, “Nah, I’m more of a Y/C/S myself to be frank.”

“But...We don’t have that sport here? There are no girls sports at all actually...” Lorraine says confused. You go to cover it up, choosing to say it was a sport you play for fun at home, in the backyard. However, a beefy arm separates you momentarily from her, as the owner of the harm moves to pin her to the lockers.

You were going to walk away, figuring it was some sort of make-out session in the works, but upon looking at her before going, you notice that the man was absurdly unwanted.

“Get your meathooks off me Biff!” she screams at the man, his huge form towering her much smaller one. Not taking the message, the pair continue to squabble, neither of them being successful in winning. The warning bell sounds over the halls and classrooms, alarming kids to get their asses moving, but it seems whoever this dick is, he feels he is greater than the school, and god forbid, knowledge.

“Hey, you do realize your not making a damn bit a difference, right? She’s not interested! And, quite frankly, it seems as if no one does! Now, if you don’t mind, could you please be kind enough to unhand her as some of us treasure a piece of mind and how to take a hint?” you finish, quite ticked off as the last bell warns, cursing under your breath as you already know your in for detention on the first day.

It finally seems that he’d caught a grip, thankfully, letting go of Lorraine’s arm and she quickly scurries out of his proximity, taking your hand to lead you to the class you both needed to be in. As you go to walk in, you are stopped by the teacher, scolding both you and Lorraine. Looking at her regrettably, she smiles defeated. So you decide to do what’s right, take the fall.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know where to go as I was trying to find where all of my classes were before I ended up lost every time classes switch. I caught up to Lorraine here at some point, and as she was hurrying to this class, she was kind enough to show me where I needed to be,” you finish, sighing guiltily.

“Well, as you’ve taken acknowledgment to your mistake, then you’d be just as happy with detention. After school, on Friday, as the first week is extremely busy. As for you, Miss Baines, thank you for your help. You are off the hook for now,” the older gentleman finishes, nodding to each of you personally before turning around and beginning just one of the classes you’d have today. This is going to be fun!

///LATER///

Finally, after grueling hours of just a few of your classes, lunchtime had came round, giving you a slight break. Catching sight of Lorraine, you smile and wave, going in the direction of Marty, or Calvin Klein, as you’d heard Lorraine go on and on about. You’d known it was him the second she’d said it, the brand not yet known to man yet; or at least in this timeline, it wasn’t.

As time had went on, it was only natural for the peace to be broken, as a newly familiar face was starting to appear more and more, Biff Tannen, as you’d known his name by now. But, instead of heading towards Lorraine, he makes his way over to the table you were residing with George and Marty, sitting himself right beside you.

At first, you were trying to ignore him, knowing his presence was there, but keeping your eyes trained on either Marty or George, eyes dancing between the two. Biff, being the everlasting child he was, tried to catch you attention, trying stupid ass things after the other: kicking your shins, pulling your ears of hair, flicking your head, and even trying to tug on the 50′s style dress you’d been forced to wear to play your part.

Only when he goes to tug your hair once more is when you finally snap, turning a furious glare to the hulking figure beside you, shoving his shoulder in a feeble attempt to create distance. He giggles at this, his body not moving an inch at all. “You can’t be serious right now! You don’t know when to quit it, do you?!” you scream, fed up with his shit.

“Well, if you’d give me the human decency of turning your head when I’m trying to talk to you, then I wouldn’t have to pester you, now would I?” he asks in a teasing tone, no doubt taunting you, but all you do is stare him down, getting lost in a staring contest, daring him to say something again. “Alls I wanted to say was that we have detention together. Just thought I’d let you know since you got me in all that trouble this morning.”

“Why you-!” And with that, he gets up with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, prancing out of view and back to the table he and his gang usually sit. Watching the whole interaction, George smirks at Marty, the pair giving an unspoken mutual agreement to whatever they had both caught on to, bursting into fits of laughter moments later.

“You have a longer tolerance than I do, I-I-I’ll tell you that much,” George says, his usual slight stutter back in place, Marty laughing once more. As George joins in again, you couldn’t fight it either, giving into the childish antics.

///LATER///

To say your week had gotten any better than the first day was a lie. It hadn’t gotten any better, and your meetings with Biff at lunch had only gotten all the more common and all the more infuriating. He’d made it his duty to agitate you in any ways possible, even resulting in whispering something nagging in your ear when you weren’t paying attention, usually doing something in your locker.

Either way, he was on the countdown to Friday, it being constantly on his mind, mentally counting down the days, hours, minutes, and even seconds until the two of you were locked in a room alone.

Unfortunately, that day had seemed to come way faster than you’d like, Friday rolling around quite quickly. School had finished, and you were making your way to the front office, awaiting a tiring 2 hours with only yourself and Biff as company for the time being. You hadn’t known where the room was, and instead of spending time looking for it, you gave up and looked for the office instead, the nice front desk lady leading you where you needed to go.

Upon entering the room, there was Biff in his prime, casually spread across his chair, legs crossed atop his desk nearest the windows. Sighing, you ignore him, deciding to sit on the opposite side of him, the front desk lady giving you a sympathetic smile before she closes the door behind her. You look at the wall, head turned away from him like the plague.

You knew it’d only last so long until he’d speak, the time coming way faster than you pleased. Given it was Friday, you couldn’t even do homework or even study in order to block him out as he started to blabber, running his mouth over stupid shit once more. Inhaling through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth slowly, you straighten in your seat, hands clutching the desk so tight, your fists turned white.

“Biff, Sweetheart, Baby, Doll Face, Hun. Please. PLEASE. Shut up for five god damn seconds. I know you truly have nothing to say, so why do you insist on speaking so much?” you finally say, hands prying off the desk to turn in his direction exasperated.

“Well, if you’d just talk to me, Shortcake, I wouldn’t have much to say at random,” he answers, copying your actions and posture. With this change in childish demeanor, you give in, laughing at him in an unexpected rush, running your hands through your hair tiredly.

Although you hadn’t seen it, he’d smiled in satisfaction upon seeing you laugh, the glitter in your eyes much more captivating than it ever was when he looked at Lorraine. He hadn’t barely pestered her since you’d barreled into his life. It was weird, but he welcomed it with open arms. And for the first time, he learned what it was like to have an actual, clammy-handed, closed throat, warm, cheek-tinted, teenage crush. A crush that left his heartbeat loud and fast, breathing ragged and uneven, and his behavior out of character and out of his control. Lorraine was way under whatever level he’d placed you on, holding you up on a pedestal like you were the sun or sky.

Of course, you hadn’t taken notice to his antics, just thinking he was annoying. Just Biff being his notorious self. But, as you finally calm your breathing down, the giggles fading, you decide to give him a chance, knowing that sitting in silence is just going bore you. Smiling warmly, you say, “So what do you want to talk about then?”

///LATER///

Grabbing your bag, you get out of your seat, giggling at a story Biff had told you. He follows your lead as well, getting his own as he lets out a bark of laughter at a certain part. You guys looked like idiots as you shoved each other down the halls, making your way out of the school as your detention had came to a close. Sighing as the warm sun radiated on your skin with the light, spring breeze, you stretch out any kinks the classroom chairs and desks had left. Biff watched you intently, your small body easily swallowed by his shadow beside you.

The sun was setting and it was getting late, although you weren’t concerned. The boys knew you wouldn’t be home ‘til late due to the detention you had initially despised. Now, you and Biff were side by side, walking peacefully to his car in the school’s parking lot. For once, he was quiet, great company to have. It was something else for sure, but you enjoyed it. As you came up towards Doc’s place, you’d realized that Biff had drove you home like a gentleman, too lost in the conversation to notice earlier on.

Sheepishly, you itch the back of your neck, realizing your mistake and feeling guilty for making him walk all this way to now have to walk all the way home. “Ah- Sorry...I didn’t realize I’d dragged you all the way out here. Now you have to drive all the way back.”

“It’s no problem, really. I liked it. It’s nice to talk to someone other than the guys every now and then. And to have A female speak to me instead of screaming,” he answers, now being the one who is a bit shy.

“You do know that you bring that on yourself right?” you say teasingly, now leaning your head on your hands, propped up on the passenger side door. “Not every girl would want to kick you in the groin if you showed a little more respect, “ you finish off with a smile.

“Yeah...Yeah I know. I’ll try harder, I swear.”

“That’s all I ask,” you say with a wink, drumming your hands on the door as you take a step back, waving as you start walking down Doc’s driveway.

“Hey!” Biff calls from the car, stopping you in your tracks to turn around, facing him with a smile. “Uhm- Well- The Enchantment Under the Sea Dance is coming up next week...Would you mind being my date?” he asks, stuttering as he feels his cheeks heat up, nervous as hell.

“I’d love to!” you answer, turning back around to walk into the house. Biff does a little fist bump as he puts the car back in gear, excited for what is to come.

///

Marty was a little less than amused with this newfound knowledge once entering the door and going over the events of the day. It was only when Doc had suggested that the date with Biff would keep him away from Lorraine, giving George the freeway to attract her long enough for their True Love’s Kiss. Then, and only then, did Marty give the okay, shaking his head, but liking the fact that it’ll give George some time, being the nerd that you know and love.

///Enchantment Under the Sea Dance///

Checking yourself over in the mirror for the final time, you let out a nervous yet satisfied sigh, feeling like an absolute princess. You never minded dresses too much, although you couldn’t deny the fact that normal pair of shorts, jeans, or even leggings were your first choice. All that mattered was that you liked the dress you were wearing, it fit you; it was your favorite color, length, and strap(less) type to hold everything in.

Walking out, you grab the pair of heels to match, knowing that you couldn’t get away with sneakers in this generation, painfully grimacing at the reminder. Finally standing, you recount when you had gotten the dress just a few days ago, having gone with Lorraine and the her two friends, Babs and Betty. They were very endearing and supportive the whole time, you not having to worry about being “to picky” as they were just the same. You ended up loving the dress given that you’d taken the time without pressure.

As you walked into the main room of the garage, you heard a low whistle of Marty, Doc slapping him on the back of the head for it. Giggling, you curtsy and spin in the dress. Doc, the gentleman he always was, compliments you, “You look amazing, my dear. Let’s hope this boy deserves it, hmm?”

As an answer, you hug him tightly, knowing that, by the end of the night, he will be nothing but a dead man at home, in a lonely, dark parking lot. Your eyes tear up just at the mere thought of it, clutching him tighter. Marty seems to be on the same wavelength, going to interrupt the moment with great urgency, trying to pass him a piece of paper.

“Marty, if this has anything that involves my future, do not. And I repeat, DO NOT try to hand it to me. Whatever happens, happens young man. That’s how the world works,” he says in a warning tone. You wanted to disagree, but you knew the truth that was laced beneath it, as if it was a punishment. You whimper instead, pulling him in tighter; Marty looking down in defeat, soon switching to anger. In the midst of it, he storms out of the garage, getting in the car to go pick up who you’d hope was Lorraine for the dance.

“Just let him go...” you start, sadness evident, “He’s just not very happy with the outcome of what the future has in store for you. Quite frankly, neither am I.”

“I’m sure whatever the outcome is, that I wanted to go with it, dear. I assure you, I’m fine,” Doc answers in a consoling tone, wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. You knew it was just a mask, no one wants death, but you knew he needed to go no matter how much you hated it. So you nod, not having to say much more as a honk sounds from outside.

“That’s Biff...”

“Have a great time! Make sure the McFlys kiss!” Doc screams, following out of the garage, scolding Biff from behind you.

“Yes sir!” you scream back, saluting him as you take a seat in the passenger.

///

“You look beautiful Y/N,” Biff says after a while, finally working up the courage to speak.

“Thank you Biff. And you look handsome yourself,” you giggle, the car pulling into the lot.

He shuts the engine, grabbing his keys from the ignition and closing the door, making his way around to you as you let yourself out to straighten yourself out. He takes your hand as he leads you to the entrance of the dance, you sighing in relief as you catch a glimpse of Marty pulling up in a car with Lorraine. Finally, you relax, grasping on Biff a little lighter and with more meaning now as you have the night to yourselves. He smiles down at you as you wrap your arm within his, something Lorraine does with you quite often.

With the party in full blast, you let loose with the music, dancing and joking around with Biff. At some point, however, he says he needs a drink and will be right back. Although, he doesn’t seem to actually come back. You’d thought you’d seen him spiking the punch just as few moments ago.

Just as you were going to in the direction of the hallways to the rest of the school, you notice Match, one of Biff’s friends, storming out of the gym through an exit. Taking your bets, you follow behind him, soon being greeted by a huge commotion of screams, all of them from familiar people. Biff was in a car with Lorraine, her dress pulled and taken off in parts. He was no doubt about to do something stupid, the fact pissing you off, saddening you in some ways as well.

The others that were screaming were also George and Marty, the pair trying to get Biff to stop before he regrets it. He doesn’t listen, unfortunately, until your voice booms over the rest, “Biff!”

His head snaps instantly in your direction, the situation dawning on him the instant he looks at your face. You hadn’t meant to portray your emotions so clearly, but your face had shown such distraught and hurt. He lied. He had gotten over Lorraine, yet the moment she was alone, he runs right back to her.

With his momentary change of focus, George finally steps in, “You get your filthy hands off of her!” finishing with a blow to the jaw that knocks Biff off balance.

Marty looks to you sadly, but tries to smile in cheers as George and Lorraine leave together, motioning that he was going to follow them just in case. You nod, looking down now as your play with your fingers. You didn’t know what to do now as the only reason you were really here was for Biff. You weren’t needed for Lorraine and George, you knew Marty had it.

You decide to make your way home then, as there was nothing else you could do. Dances were just drags anyway, nothing worth while. “Your just going to leave? Just like that?” asks a deep voice, his body having gotten back off the pavement and stood by the car he was pinned against.

Without turning, you answer his question with another, “Why not? There’s nothing left here for me is there?”

“And why wouldn’t there be?” Biff asks once more, no doubt ticking you off at his usual teasing tone.

“Well, let’s see. You. You asked me to the dance as your plus one. I came here as your date. We have a good time, we dance, we talk, and then you come up with an ‘Oh I need a drink’ charade, not returning. Then, I come to find my date in the parking lot, about to get his licks in on a woman he was apparently over with! So tell me, what is left here for men here, Biff?” you finish, tears pooling your eyes over the time, although you don’t let the fall, keeping them there.

He looks guilty, you can see it, but you don’t care. Your not in the wrong this time. But, as your blood starts to cool down, you do notice the look in his eyes, the change in his demeanor, and the utter remorse that has overcome him. He has his head down, fists clenched at his sides, body stock still. He doesn’t know what to do, all he knows is that he’d fucked up.

“Or was this your fabulous way of telling me that you love me?” you finally ask, eyes moving to look up at him in a teasing manner.

He hadn’t expected you to speak, head snapping up to meet your gaze in confusion. Being as you’d looked at him with a glint in your eyes, he finally lets everything click together; you’d forgiven him. His face heats up in bashfulness however, as your words resonated within him as well, hand going to itch the back of his neck again.

You giggle, walking up to him now, hands going to his collar. Pulling him down, he gazes at you in amazement, his own hands falling to rest on your waist. Then, you crash your lips to his, pulling him ever closer. It takes him a moment to get the hang of it, soon pulling you closer to himself as well. Lifting you slightly, he sets you on the hood of his car, the height difference a definite stretch for him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, you were perfect. Just the same as he was perfect for you.

#biff tannen x reader #bttf #back to the future #biff tannen imagine #bttf imagine #back to the future imagine #thomas f. wilson #crispin glover #george mcfly #christopher lloyd #dr. emmett brown #doc brown #doc #michael j. fox #marty mcfly #lea thompson #lorraine baines

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 2 years ago

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Hi all.

Looking for advice and reassurance about my situation. Please do not suggest going to a therapist since that's not possible for me right now.

TW: chronic physical illness, hospital, meds, bullying, alcohol, death, burnout.

I have a chronic physical condition and stressful moments in my life makes me more prone to flare-ups. I've also heard from doctors as well as people with similar conditions that psychological distress can be one of the underlying causes and triggers.

I have at least two other family members diagnosed with the same condition on my mom's side of the family, one older than me (my aunt) and one younger than me (my little cousin).

My little cousin's case was so bad she had to go to the hospital and was prescribed some of the same meds that I take even though she's only 12. I don't know how she's coping with things but I do know she has a lot of stress. I would also not be surprised if she has trauma though we've never talked about it in-depth but I do know she has undergone severe bullying at school (I was bullied at school which left me with trauma too) and she also lost her dad unexpectedly (I recently had a traumatic death of a close family member too, which I'll talk about later).

My aunt (same side of the family, but not my cousin's mom) just kind of learned how to live with the condition and doesn't mention it too often. However, I do know she copes with stress in general by drinking. She has actually advised me to drink in order to help with my stress too (but I was raised in a completely alcohol-free household due to both my parents having a history of alcohol problems and not wanting to go back to it after they quit). I already know that drinking isn't the best solution, but I'm just mentioning that to show you how people in my family cope.

I feel like my condition was manageable for a while, then things started to get bad again and I would say since mid-last year or so it's become one of those things where I wake up with daily pain on a severe level. My pain keeps me from getting out of bed, and the medicine I take for it can sometimes have a drowsiness side effect so it's not uncommon for me to fall back asleep, and then wake up in pain again (my sleep position can be another pain trigger but I don't have any way of controlling that).

First I struggled a lot with school (probably the biggest stressor in my life for a while). I graduated and although it took me a while I finally found a job that I absolutely love. It gives me a sense of purpose and the co-workers I've met through my job are genuinely some of the best people I've ever met. But a lot of times I find it extremely hard to relax when I'm not working, and when I am working I constantly feel like I could be doing more or that my work isn't as good as other people's. I took on more work assignments than usual last month and now I'm feeling burnt out this month.

Lately, I had a death in the family that turned my world upside down. It's been extremely tough to deal with. I saw her die in front of me and saw other extremely unpleasant things like seeing her body carried out of her room, seeing her open casket at the funeral, and just lots of other disturbing mental images I can't get out of my head.

After that, I had a really difficult Christmas which I spent away from home on an emergency trip (another one of my relatives was near death, but went back to stable condition). The trip was an awful experience which took a deep toll on my mental health. Everyone was stressed out because it was a last minute situation and I feel like this made us all act way more argumentative and aggressive towards each other than usual.

During the trip and after coming back, I noticed my schedule got disrupted and my pain was starting to get more frequent. Usually I only need to treat it in the morning but ever since the trip I have started getting pain episodes about 2-3 times a day.

I know it's been months since Christmas but I still feel affected by it (and I know I'm not the only family member who is because my mom is constantly bringing up arguments related to stuff that happened on the trip that got her upset, it comes up again almost every day).

Like I said before, the high stress situation impacted EVERYONE and looking back I did say something that I probably should have kept to myself but my mom says she's never going to forget that I said it and that our relationship can never go back to being the same. And honestly it hasn't been the same, it really feels like she hates me now.

There are many MANY more things I could mention but basically it just feels like one thing after the next and I'm suffering a lot both physically and mentally.

At the moment I'm feeling really guilty about my condition. Like I said before I wake up with pain and I've been experiencing pain later on in the day too so the moment I wake up, I'm already anticipating a day ahead where I have to be treating my symptoms but still force myself to be productive/get work done because I don't know how to give myself breaks. And I feel bad because I feel like if I hadn't let my stress levels get to this point then my pain wouldn't have gotten so bad (meaning my physical health wouldn't have gotten this bad either) and I blame myself for not knowing how to cope better. I don't cope with alcohol but I don't know if treating my pain with meds is really that much better, I'm not misusing them or anything but I do worry about potential long-term effects on my body.

As of last month I don't have a doctor anymore (thanks to insurance issues). And I don't think I'd be able to see a therapist (again, insurance issues… and my experiences with "free therapy" have never actually been free and left me feeling worse rather than better).

Do you have any advice on how I can start dealing with all this on my own? From Chantal

Hi Chantal,

I'm so sorry about not only what your family has been going through but also what you've been going through as well. I'm also so sorry for your loss. I can see that you're hurting on multiple levels.

It sounds like this condition is taking a great toll on you and your family, not only the pain itself but the side effects of the medication, as well as how other family members are coping with it.

I'm so glad to hear that you found a job you love, and that you're getting along well with your coworkers. But I can understand how it can be hard to relax when you're not working, especially with the condition you're dealing with.

I also hear you saying how, when you're working, you feel like you could be doing more. While this is hard to subdue, do know that you're already doing more than enough. You're doing your best given your circumstances and that's okay. You don't have to overexert yourself or come out on top every time. It's important to remind yourself of where your boundaries and limits are and respect them when you reach your capacity (especially with a chronic illness), in order to avoid burnout in the future.

I can understand how your loss has been hard to deal with, especially with everything else you've been dealing with recently. I think watching someone die as well as the other unpleasant things you saw could definitely be traumatic, and it's understandable that these images are hard to shake.

I also see how the emergency that unfolded around Christmas made your family more tense and hostile towards each other. Please know that it's okay if you still feel affected by what happened. You've been going through a very stressful time recently and it's important to acknowledge that.

Your question does not necessarily have a simple answer. There are a lot of parts to your pain that I feel like are all tangled up together, and so it may be a little complicated to try and sort them out and process everything on your own (i.e without the guidance or mediation of a mental health professional, although I know that's not an option for you right now). But I can give you a general framework of how you could process your traumas.

This article talks about emotional and psychological trauma and how to heal from these. It mentions that for those who have lost a loved one, part of healing is of course moving through the grieving process.

As for healing from trauma in general, the article recommends to get moving if possible, or practicing mindfulness. "Notice the sensation of your feet hitting the ground, for example, or the rhythm of your breathing, or the feeling of wind on your skin." The second tip is to avoid isolating yourself, whether that's participating in social activities, talking to friends, joining a support group for trauma survivors, and such. The third tip is to self-regulate your nervous system by practicing grounding and breathing exercises, but also allowing yourself to feel any emotions that may come up. The fourth tip is to just take care of yourself as best as possible, avoid self-medicating, rest well, eat a balanced diet, and practice some stress-relief activities.

Please know that healing isn't linear, and there is no time limit. You heal at your own pace, sometimes you will take backwards steps, but it's all part of the healing journey. Please remember to be gentile and patient with yourself, not only as you deal with your chronic physical illness but also as you process these traumas.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#trauma talks #mod bun #chantal #tw death #tw substance abuse #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse #trauma details

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supercorpkid · 4 years ago

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Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Kelly Olsen x Niece!Reader

Word Count: 3120.

“What the actual fuck!”

“LANGUAGE!” Kara scolds Alex, pointing at you. “My kid is here!”

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but WE ARE KIDS TOO!” Alex runs to the front of the mirror, and you get out of her way. “This can’t be true! I’m gonna kill Brainy!”

She marches to the door looking like she will absolutely kill him. You wonder if you should do something, but Brainy can protect himself, besides you’re not a superhero anymore. You look at your moms. Kara and Lena are staring at each other, so shocked, nothing leaves their mouths.

“Moms?”

Kara seems to be the first one to come down from her shock. “I’m you! I’m about your age!”

“Yep! We’re one in the same.” You agree with a big smile. Alex is close by, yelling at Brainy to reverse this mess. You try to ignore her.

“That’s so cool!” Kara holds Lena’s hand, who still hasn’t said a word. “Love, I’ve always wanted to know you as a teen. Hey, now we can say that we have! And, YAY, I’m going to kiss you as a teen.” Kara’s face goes towards Lena’s, who sleekly moves away. “Lena!”

“Nope.” Your mom finally lets out. “You’re her. I’m not doing that, it’s weird.” She points at both of you and sits on the chair that is closest by. Her hands cover her face, and she lets out an exasperated sigh. “I told you not to mess with alien tech. Look what you've done.”

“I didn’t do this! It was Brainy.” You defend yourself, pointing at him instead.

“In my defense, I’m just trying to undo the mess you made.” He also ignores Alex for the sake of defending himself.

“Well, you’ve made more messes than I have now.”

“Only if we look at this numerically.”

“How else would we look at it?”

“You star-”

“STOP IT!” Lena yells, making everyone in the room flinch at the sound of her teen voice coming out so loud. “Both of you, stop it! I have a damn company to run and how the hell am I supposed to do that looking like a teenage girl?”

Kara opens her mouth, but before she has a chance to speak, Lena snaps at her again.

“Kara, I swear to GOD if you say ‘language’ right now, I’m going to curse in five different languages!”

“Someone’s a moody teenager.” Alex mutters and you hold your laugh, biting your lip, knowing damn well not to add into Lena’s moodiness.

“I think I can-” Brainy starts.

“NO!” Alex slaps his hand away from the piece of tech. “Do not touch that again.”

“But-” He tries.

“NO!” Kara yells protecting the tech with her own body. “I’m scared you might turn someone into a zombie next and they’ll come for me.”

“In that case, you don’t have to worry. Zombies eat brains, so you’re safe.” Alex looks at Kara and you look to the other side trying to hide your laughter again. Aunt Alex as a teen is way too funny.

“Hey!” Kara interjects.

“I just have to-” Brainy starts again.

“NO!” It’s Lena who says it this time. “You heard them! Step away from the alien tech. Actually, can we all get out of here and leave it for the kid to figure this out?”

“You know, you can’t call me ‘kid’ anymore. I think I’m actually older than you are, right now.”

“And I am actually still your mother, so you better find a way to reverse this, or you will be in deep-deep trouble, young lady.” Lena says and you drop your head low. Why is she still so scary even looking younger than you?

“But if the 12th-level intellect can’t find the solution, what chance do I have?”

“Well, you have the motivation.” Lena smiles at you, blinking her big green eyes at you. “Find the solution, don’t get grounded for messing with alien tech when I specifically told you not to.”

“Touché.”

“But how is this even possible?” Kara says, counting something on her fingers. She looks around confused. “We’re not all the same age, yet-”

“I have neither the time, nor the crayons to explain this to you.” Alex says and this time you can’t hold your laugh anymore. You wheeze out a laughter and Kara furrows her brows at you in response.

“You don’t know, do you?” She asks Alex, who denies with her head.

“No idea.”

“Ok, that’s it. Everyone out of this lab. Let’s all wait upstairs.” Lena points outside and you watch Brainy, Alex and Kara leaving with their heads hanging low.

“But I need help.” You mumble, but are left unanswered. You don’t know if they didn’t hear you or are just choosing to ignore you for the sake of Lena not yelling at them.

“So, we’re not gonna kiss?” It’s the last thing you hear before the door closes behind them.

“KARA!” Actually, that’s the last thing before you find yourself all alone in your lab with the alien tech in front of you.

It’s not that you’re scared of it, but yeah, being a baby and then a boy wasn’t the best experience in your life. Now your moms and aunt are teens. One is moody, the other is a sarcastic queen, and the other one is… Just… Kara.

You: Need help. Brainy turned our moms into teenagers.

Jamie: WHAT! OUR moms? This is gold!

You: Yeah, well, Lena is still scary as a teen, so I need a solution ASAP. Help. Please?

Jamie: Don’t know how I can help, but yeah. Sure. On my way now.

Jamie shows up some time later. You try to fill her in on what’s going on. She can’t stop laughing. Seriously. She can’t be stopped.

“I’m serious!” You roll your eyes at her reaction. “This is bad! Really bad.”

“I know. I wish we had popcorn.” She jokes, grabbing her phone in her pocket and going to the lab door. “Come on, I gotta see this with my own eyes.”

“Jamie.” You try. She ignores you, still going to the elevator.

“You said they’re at Lena’s office, right?” She’s already inside the elevator when you decide to follow her. She smiles satisfied when she sees you. “Relax.” She says pushing the button for Lena’s floor. “We’ll say we need to assess the situation, or like, whatever.”

“Fine. Just be aware, your mom is a savage.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it. I’m going to film the whole thing. Whenever I say something she doesn’t like, I’ll use this video as proof I’m not as bad as she was.”

You two sneak into the top floor, but there’s no need. Your mom’s assistant was sent home. Lena probably didn’t want to explain how she was turned back into a teenager. You open a little crack on the door and Jamie sneaks in her phone so she can film them.

Brainy is no longer with them, so right now only the three of them are in the office. Lena’s on her chair, still doing some work even as a teen. Alex is on the couch and Kara is impatiently walking from one side to the other.

“Seriously Alex, what do you think? I could wear Superkid’s suit, and no one would know.” She asks, looking at Alex waiting for a response. It doesn’t come. “Alex?”

“There’s no need to repeat yourself, I ignored you just fine the first time.” It’s what Alex says. You and Jamie try not to laugh out loud.

“Rao, you’re the worst teenager ever!” Kara complains, throwing herself in the chair in front of Lena. “Lena. Hey.” No response. “Lenaaaaaa, do you have any snacks?”

“Kara, I’m trying to work.” Lena shots her down, making Kara roll her eyes.

“Why? We’re teens. We’re not supposed to work. Besides, it’s not like anyone can hear your voice or see your face right now. Am I right, Alex?”

“I stopped listening, so why don’t you stop talking?” It’s what Alex answers. You seriously have to cover your mouth not to make any sound.

“You’re not funny. Just very cruel.”

“Yes, well. It keeps me young.” She winks at Kara. You and Jamie laugh so loud, Kara stands up in one motion, grabbing Jamie’s wrist -the one with the phone still filming- and you watch your cousin being lifted over Kara’s head. She struggles trying to put her feet back on the ground.

“It looks like we have company.” Kara says finally putting Jamie back on her feet, and you get up from the floor and go inside the office too.

“I thought I told you to reverse this!” Lena says, looking at you. You shrug.

“Well, I needed to see how you’re all thinking.” You lie, trying to justify yourself. “Momma doesn’t seem to have changed at all and you’re still working, but aunt Alex seems to have turned into a teen completely.”

“I have not.” She stands up, crossing her arms. “It’s just nice to annoy Kara. Now, I would very much like to return to my old body.”

“Me too! Lena doesn’t even want to make out with me anymore.”

“Oh, dear God.” Lena gets up, going to her cocktail bar and pouring herself a glass of whiskey.

“What are you doing? You can’t drink! You’re not old enough!” You tell her and she looks at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, I am! I’m a forty-six woman in a teenage girl’s body!”

“Well.” You take the glass of whiskey out of her hands. “When I was a sixteen-year-old girl in a baby’s body you fed me baby food, so I guess we’re respecting that rule. That means no drinking for you.” You look at Kara. “And no, you cannot use my super suit and go save the world, because, like I told you, Superkid doesn’t exist anymore. Now, be nice and go buy us some snacks.” Then, you turn to Alex. “And you, stop giving Kara a hard time or I’ll call your wife and have her come and babysit all of you. Now, if you can excuse us, the older ones must figure out a way out of this mess.”

“She’s your daughter alright.” Kara mumbles, looking at Lena and you shoot her a warning look.

Kara follows you and Jamie out of the office and into the elevator. Jamie looks at both of you with a weird expression.

“I thought one was more than enough.” Then she agrees with her head, looking away. “I was right.”

“And you’re Alex’s daughter alright.” Kara steps out of the elevator when it gets on the ground floor and you hear Aly talking to her.

“Hello, Miss Luthor-Danvers! It’s good to see you.”

“Oh, um, yeah! It’s me!” Kara says and you look at Jamie rolling your eyes.

“You know what? The sooner we finish this, the better.” You push the button for the underground level, and it doesn’t take long for you and Jamie -kind of- start working.

You absolutely hate the fact that you started messing with alien technology in the first place. You should’ve listened to Lena when she told you not to touch it. Kara comes in and out with food, Jamie takes several naps next to you, but you keep working.

“Ok, honestly. That’s enough.” Jamie gets up, holding your arm. “We’re going home. They’re not going to die being teens for a day. I mean, you didn’t die being a boy, so they’re cool.”

“Lena told me to find the solution.”

“Yes, well. She said, ‘find the solution’ not ‘find it today’. So, we’re leaving.” Jamie sighs, tired. You look at the clock and agree with your head. “Let’s take our teens home.”

And despite protests, you all go home. It’s funny that none of them can drive, so Jamie is the one left driving all of you around in Lena’s fancy car. You can tell Lena is not enjoying the ride, but there’s not much she can do about it.

“And here we are.” Jamie says, stopping in front of your house.

“Why are our lives so goddamn weird?” It’s how Alex says goodbye, and you look at Jamie raising an eyebrow.

“Good luck with her.” You slip out of the car and follow your moms into the house.

“Well, I’ll go watch TV.” You hear Kara’s voice, and she makes her way to the living room. You look at Lena who just shrugs.

“Meh, guess I’ll do that too.”

“Ok, no.” You follow Kara and turn off the TV. She interjects, but you ignore. “You’re going to take a shower, and Lena is going to help me with dinner.”

“I don’t wanna.” Lena says, throwing herself on the couch and you breathe deep.

“Ok, come on. You guys are not actually teens. Stop being annoying!” You take the control out of Kara’s hand again, when she motions turning the TV back on.

“And you’re not our mom, so stop bossing us.” Kara complains. You breathe deep one more time.

“I wouldn’t have to boss you, if you would just act your age, young lady!” You hear yourself saying that and your eyes widen. “Look at what you’re making me say! My God, I hate myself right now.” You toss the control back at her. “Do whatever you want, I don’t care.”

You still go to the kitchen and get started on dinner. How dare they make you be the responsible adult in the house? They only look young. They’re not actually young. Right?

Jamie: Why does my mom keep acting like a young brat? Isn’t she supposed to be like 50 but look younger?

You: Maybe? My moms are also being immature right now.

Jamie: Do you think their minds are catching up to their body?

You: Maybe???

“Mom!” You call but hear no answer. “Lena!”

“Ugh, what? Can you just leave me alone for like a second?” Lena’s voice comes a while later.

You run to where they are. They’re sitting on the same couch holding hands.

“What’s going on here?” You ask and receive rolling eyes as an answer. Those little weasels!

“God, you’re so annoying for a teen. Are you sure you’re not a 60-year-old woman?” Lena says and you bite your tongue not to answer her. “We’re holding hands, ‘cause this one apparently needs human contact to survive.”

“Well, aren’t you a ray of pitch-black as a teen?” You go back to the kitchen and finish the dinner. But they’re awfully quiet in the living room, so you make your way there in silence to see what’s going on. “Wow, that’s a big kiss!”

You interrupt them, like Kara once has done to you and Maya. They are breathless and flushed and are now shooting daggers at you.

“Dinner is ready.” You say but none of them move. They’re really starting to annoy you. “Did you listen?”

“We’re choosing to ignore you.” Lena says and you close your eyes, breathing deep a few times. Come on, you’re not that annoying as a teen. She’s the worst.

“Get up, come on.” You make your way towards them, hold Kara’s arms and make her stand. “Come eat, and then we’re going to sleep. I can’t stand you both anymore. Go on, Kara. Don’t make me say it twice.”

At that she obeys. Lena still rolls her eyes at you once more, before getting up and going to the kitchen table. You thought it would be a lot more fun having your moms being your own age. You felt like they would understand you, but instead they’re so self-centered it is impossible to hold a conversation. There’s no doubt, their minds are catching up to their bodies for sure.

“Hey, hey, hey.” You stop them, before they run out of the kitchen. “You two are not sleeping together. And you still have to do the dishes and clean the kitchen.” You smile, actually excited you get to say that to them. “Go on.”

You don’t even care about the rolling eyes, and the mumbles under their breaths. You’re sitting while they do all the work. You get now why Lena likes bossing you so much. It is fun!

You don’t let them sleep together. You already saw way too much when you went to the living room earlier. So Kara’s stuck sleeping with you, and the moody teen gets to sleep alone in the other bedroom.

It’s early when you wake up. Jamie, Kelly and teen Alex show up at your house sooner than you’d like.

“Ok, I’m going to the lab, you stay here and try to wake my moms up.” You tell Kelly and look at Jamie who grabs the car keys at your signal. “You might have to hire an exorcist for Lena.”

“Can’t be worse than this one.” Kelly points at Alex with her head, who rolls her eyes in response. You fight the urge to roll your eyes at Alex and leave with Jamie.

“Do we roll our eyes that much?” You ask her and she agrees with her head.

“Not anymore. My God, that shit’s annoying!”

You go back to the lab, and surprise! You can’t do it alone. But since Lena’s not around – physically or mentally – you call Brainy, and he shows up a while later to help you.

“Ok, this time, I think we actually got it.” He says and you agree with your head.

“After we undo this thing, I swear to Rao I’m breaking this machine into a thousand pieces.” You look at Jamie. “Ok, call your mami. Time to bring them back.”

It’s not long until Kelly shows up with three moody teenagers fighting behind her. She looks as done as you imagine you would with their bullshit. You pray to Rao this works. You’re done with this tech, and this nonsense all together.

You shove them inside your lab. Show Kara which button to press – she’s the less annoying one – and the rest of you wait outside.

“You did it!” Kara says, opening the lab door, excitedly. You look at them looking normal again and breathe relieved.

“Thank Rao.” You hug both of your moms, while Kelly and Jamie hug Alex. “You two were terrible teenagers.”

“Well, you handled us very well, babygirl.” Lena kisses your forehead. “I love you guys. But, um, I have to go to work.”

Lena leaves in a hurry. Kara, Alex and Brainy also excuse themselves running out of your lab back to their jobs, and you find yourself alone with Jamie.

“Hey. Help me with this?” You give her a piece of wood and point at the alien tech. She nods with a big smile.

Bye, bye weird situations alien tech put you through. Hello, weird situations your life puts you through.

Notes:

Once again thanks @oncemoonie for this fun prompt. I had too much fun with this series.

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #alex danvers #kelly olsen #reader insert

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blackbat05 · 4 years ago

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I need a break

Shangqi x Reader (Platonic)

A/N: I feel like I’m loosing steam towards the end of my placement and wow I have never needed a break this badly before. Perhaps a short Shangqi x Reader imagine where they are both University students. Seriously at this rate I’ll just be solely a Shangqi writer HAHAHA. Doing this on my phone because I don’t want to open my work computer. Let’s see where this impromptu idea takes me to. Hope you enjoy it and as always like and comment if you wish!

Genre: PG-13

Warnings: None really, just friends supporting each other! I guess there’s an inaccurate timeline if you look at the MCU but hey this is an imagine plus if you look at some of the wiki pages, Shangqi is actually born in 1998/1999. So appreciate if you’re kind enough to go with the flow to read this comfort fic!

‘Y/N!’ Shangqi rushes to catch up with you after class. You made an effort to conceal your tiredness but he saw it right through. ‘Gosh…you alright?’

You think to yourself. Were you really alright? The answer was pretty obvious. You were ten weeks into your placement and your emotions were a jumbled up mess. Having to deal with work responsibilities was one problem, school assignments were another issue all together. At this point, you felt like you were just getting through each week for the sake of it.

At first, you believed that what you were going through was simply a transition to becoming an adult. You thought that naturally, you would be able to persevere through the stressful periods by yourself. But of course, it has been hard.

You were a social work intern at a neighborhood youth centre, thirty minutes away if you took the train and bus. The work was fulfilling in it’s own ways, but recently there were self-doubts filling your brain, if you were really cut out for the job in the future. If you weren’t, what else could you do?

As you sat with Shangqi in the school’s student-ran cafe, you found yourself pouring out the exact same concerns to him. Credit to him, Shangqi never interrupted your monologue, he just simply listened. That’s what best friends were for. That’s what you did for him to when he ran into issues with his family.

Even then, he couldn’t deny that hearing you doubt yourself broke his heart. He had known you since high school. You mostly kept to yourself and one or two close friends. Despite joining the school’s athletic team where you were one of the main athletes, you preferred to stay in the shadows unlike some of your teammates. That didn’t stop you from going out of your way to help other students in need; like helping the girl who was in an arm cast to copy the social studies notes, even if it meant you had to do it twice. Or maybe just talking to a friend who was stressed out about their results.

Basically, you had studied your ass off to get a secured spot at this university who were only one of the few that offered the degree. He remembers you telling him the moment you got your offer, ‘I’m finally good at something. I don’t have to worry anymore!’

Shangqi wasn’t stupid. The pandemic had done some crazy things. And by crazy, it affected the self-esteem that you had been working so hard on by participating in various projects and events, with you being in charge of a drama production that was promoting on mental health. That was a big deal considering that you were a major introvert.

Online engagement was never easy. In fact he has heard some of your struggles that you’ve shared with him regarding this and it only makes him admire you even more. For someone who preferred to keep to themselves, stepping out of one’s comfort zone, to take on a role that wasn’t just simply about helping people - that took guts.

‘I’m sorry I’m just loading you with all this. I just feel…’ You trailed off, suddenly becoming emotional again. Again, Shangqi does not pry. ‘That I can’t do anything right.’ You emphasize that you had ended the statement for you were unsure that you could keep your cool if you had tried to continue on.

‘If I hear you saying sorry another time,’ he chides, ‘you’re paying for our meal later.’ Your lips curved upwards slightly before returning to its somber position. Shangqi decides that a meal won’t cut it. He needs to deploy ‘Operation Y/N’. Standing up with your buzzer to collect the food, Shangqi whips out his phone. There will be a few changes for today.

Food was definitely a cure in this situation, but it was only a part of the solution. After inhaling your ramen at light speed, Shangqi tells you that today will be a different Friday. ‘And you can’t complain! It’ll be a weekend tmr,’ he tells you. So why not? You figured that even if you went back home early, your head wouldn’t be in the right place to complete the essay for your English module.

‘Hold up! The VR studio that Katy was talking about?’ You look at the tickets inside the taxi that was taking you and Shangqi to the location. ‘How did you even, it was so hard to get these tickets!’ From the time Shangqi met you outside the classroom, he had yet to see you so ecstatic. Until now.

‘Well,’ Shangqi gives his best shrug. ‘I called in a favor from a friend. Said that it was for emergency purposes.’ He raised his fingers to make connotations in the air much to your amusement.

‘Wow… just how much do I not know about you Mr Popular?’ You teased. Shangqi decides to leave the fact on him having to persuade the Wakandan Princess in giving him free tickets.

‘Please! I swear whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it! It’s for Y/N!’

‘Ey well why didn’t you say so? If it’s for that nice friend, of course!’ Shuri leaves the entrance of the compound, an exasperated Shangqi trailing behind.

Yeah, the VR studio that Katy told them about was also funded by King T’Challa himself. With stunning life like visuals thanks to Wakandan technology, the VR studio was located in a middle class neighborhood. T’Challa believed that no matter where kids came from, they should have the right to enjoy and to explore the world. For now, he wasn’t ready to share that he was on the way on becoming a full-fledged Avenger yet - you just had too much on your plate. He’ll just have to settle with this white lie.

‘Is Katy coming?’ You were on the verge of vibrating off your seat. ‘She would love this place!’ Even when you were struggling, Y/N still manages to think about other people. Today, Y/N will put her needs first.

As if to answer your previous question, you can see an equally excited Katy waiting for the two of you at the roundabout. ‘HEL-LO EVERYONE! LET’S GET OUR FRIDAY STARTED IN PROPER SHALL WE?’ Her loud voice had attracted stares, some very displeased looks too but at this point in time, you didn’t give a damn. Katy was right, it was time to enjoy!

You wished that you could slow down time, or even replay it continuously when you needed cheering up because the only thing you felt was pure happiness - euphoria even. Your stomach was in knots for laughing hysterically together with Katy when Shangqi jumped in shock from a surprise scare from a zombie. ‘I’m keeping that for leverage,’ she tells you, quietly slipping her phone into her fanny pack.

The Wakandans had really outdone themselves this time. Your favorite VR was the paradise VR. Slipping the headgear, you say goodbye to the smiles of Katy and Shangqi, whisking away to a beach that oddly reminded you of your dream destination - Hawaii. From where you were standing, you were surrounded by green and majestic islands. Despite their sheer size, you weren’t intimidated. In fact, you were healing.

Your mind was no longer in the room of the VR studio. How could it when the sun kissed your skin, giving you the much needed energy that you were lacking for so long? In the room, the two sees you kick your shoes to the side, going barefoot. It may have seem strange, but with the monitor beside you, your actions were perfectly logical.

As a kid, you used to despise the prickly feeling of sand in between your toes. But now, you grew to love the sensation that each grain of sand had on your skin. It made you feel grounded, that everything was going to be ok. You raise your virtual hand to touch your face - were you crying?

‘She must have been really stressed huh?’ Katy whispers to Shangqi who nods in return. How he hated the fact that you were giving so much to your work but still felt underappreciated. Forget the Avengers with superhuman abilities, you were the true MVP. The VR ends and you remove your headgear. ‘I’m ok,’ you automatically reassure them despite the dry tears left on both cheeks. You step down the platform slowly, trying to regain sense of the real world.

What you didn’t expect was the two embracing you in a hug, squishing you in between them. Maybe that had set off the waterworks. For someone like Katy, she had sage advice.

‘Life can be pretty shitty right? But I’m so proud of you fighting it Y/N. Just remember that it’s ok to be weak. I mean, I’ve seen worse from Shangqi,’ she jabs her finger towards his direction, earning a glare from him. That’s Katy, always trying to add a bit of humor to this grey world. Calming down, you let go of the both of them. ‘Thanks guys, for everything.’

‘Hey,’ Shangqi responds, slinging his arm over your shoulder. ‘We’re friends, so we don’t leave each other behind.’ Phone beeping, he retrieves it to check the message. ‘And look at that, nice timing. Who wants Korean BBQ?’

Trailing behind them, you get an amusing view of Shangqi bickering with Katy on how many Soju bottles she’s allowed to order later. As San Francisco welcomed the night, you were just thankful that you had the two of them to walk through this crazy maze called life.

‘Last one to the shop is paying!’

‘Oh you’re on Mister!’

A/N: I really just think that this was also an imagine for me to cope too. So I can only hope to finish my placement/assignments/exams well! To anyone who does studies and work simultaneously, I fucking respect you (allow me to use expletives for now, these people deserve the respect). If you’re going through a stressful time, I hope this brings the slightest comfort for you and remember… YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Again, thank you for reading!

#shang chi #xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shangqi imagine #katy shang chi #shang chi x reader #shangqi #simu liu

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ybangtannies · 4 years ago

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Hiiii I am new t the whole requesting thing so first for everything 🥰 So, here it goes A scenario for yandere namjoon where there’s lawyer y/n who’s hardworking and mature x businessman namjoon who is corrupt in his business ways 👉👈 I dunno if this is okay 🤡

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“I don’t get it, why don’t we just throw them off and stop having them as our clients? This could end so bad for us, the whole law firm could be affected by their- his antics.”

“We have already talked about this,” your friend sighed not sparing you a look, eyes focused on her phone, “yes, it’s a well-known secret that Mr. Kim’s business is corrupt, and he surely doesn’t make the most legal negotiations but,” now she did look at you, her brown eyes showing the tiredness of having to have this conversation with you, again, “we don’t really have the liberty of saying no to him. A lot of tabloids would be up in no time if we decided to stop representing them which would lead to him surely making declarations against us and that wouldn’t surely end up being beneficial for us. We’re already a small firm, Mr. Kim being our client is a huge deal, most of our - including yours- income comes from his business.”

You sighed, about to reply that yes, you understand her point but maybe if you made public those documents that prove his corrupt ways, the whole scene could be different for the firm and you’d be able to turn the tables, but she beat you and added, “plus, he’s a whole snack, girl, why are you even complaining?”

Not even bothering to answer, you rolled your eyes and let out a groan, taking your cup of coffee and going back to your office. On your way there, you saw your boss, “Good morning, y/n,” he said with a smile, “please remember that Mr. Kim is coming later to discuss some things with you.”

The smile you previously had on your face faltered a little, surely you decided it was better to erase that from your mind and was hoping -in vain- that another thing would have come up so Namjoon couldn’t make it to the meeting. “Of course, Mr. Min, I already have prepared the files he asked me about and possible solutions.”

“Good, it’s wonderful to see how hard you work, y/n. Keep it like that, and you’ll make it big.” With that and another polite smile, Mr. Min walked away from you.

You sighed heavily and finally arrived at your office. It seems that these days the only thing you do is sigh and feel frustrated. Of course, you knew that being a lawyer in a firm meant that you won’t always be working for people you like but you didn’t think that it would entail working with a corrupt businessman without any chance of exposing him or just putting a halt to your contract with him. You knew the risks of doing that, of course, and that it would most likely mean you being fired alongside all your co-workers and put on a blacklist for all the other law firms to know that you weren’t trustworthy. However, that didn’t shake the guiltiness and rage you felt when thinking about how hard you have worked all your life to get where you are now just to risk it all for an asshole that was incompetent enough to do dangerous deals with people he shouldn’t.

You were wrong, though, Namjoon wasn’t an incompetent, quite the contrary actually. He was a very clever man indeed, knowing that having a law firm by his side would most likely help him cover his back in case something was to happen, especially if said firm is small and he is the main source of income.

“Mr. Kim is here” said the receptionist through the phone.

“Okay, send him up here.”

You collected your thoughts and breathed deep, praying you won’t snap at him like it had happened some other times before. It wasn’t just that you didn’t like the way he was managing his company but his personality and overall aura… you didn’t like it, not one bit. No matter how handsome and attractive he was.

A knock was heard in your office, followed by a voice “It’s Kim Namjoon, Mrs. y/s, may I come in?”

You arched your brow looking at him through the glass windows your office had, seeing his dimples showing because of the smile he had on his face.

“You may, Mr. Kim” you spoke in a monotonous voice, focusing again on the screen of your computer.

Namjoon’s smile turned to be more amused seeing your reaction, the one as always: trying your best not to look at him. He opened the door and walked in, closing it after him and taking a seat in a chair in front of your desk, not waiting for you to ask him to do it. You probably wouldn’t, anyways.

Of course, he knew the animosity you felt towards him and while at first that made him a little miserable and he almost lost his mind, with time he started finding it more amusing than anything and viewed it as a challenge to finally get on your good side. Naturally, the desire of taking you with him to keep you in his house was always at the back of his mind and he knew that sooner or later he would have to resort to that if he wanted you to be finally his, which of course he did. Until that moment, though, he would enjoy you being feisty towards him, it was amusing and kind of endearing seeing you struggling and fighting against yourself to not give in.

“How are you feeling on this beautiful day, Mrs. y/s?” Namjoon asked with a grin, if you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s actually interested in your answer.

He’s so hot, y/n! And the fact that he’s going against the law and with your help at that, only succeeds at making the situation even hotter.

That’s the message your friend sent you merely minutes ago, probably when she saw Namjoon was on his way to your office. Message you, of course, decided to ignore.

“It’s been good so far but I’m afraid that a big black cloud has just appeared to ruin it” you answered with a fake smile and felt pride at seeing how his smile faltered. You almost felt bad if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a criminal.

Namjoon cleared his throat, clearly ready to say one of the numerous flirty lines he’s been trying to use on you since the very beginning, but you were faster than him and asked about what it was that he needed help with this time.

“Ah, you see, there’s this huge deal I’m about to sign in two days so I thought that it would be a good idea for us both to go through the contract together and also, I wanted you to redact a confidential agreement.” You hated the way in which he said it, like if everything were okay, as if it was just a normal deal and there was nothing fishy about it. You also hated knowing that he could very much do this with his own men -it wouldn’t be the first time- but still decided to come here to torment you.

That was how time passed: you both going through the contract, making sure everything was in order -or as in order as it could considering there were definitely some fishy things that needed to be disguised or be described in a very vaguely-, you trying to dodge every attempt from Namjoon part at flirting with you and him finding it both amusing and adorable.

You danced in your interior once everything was done and it was finally time for him to leave, looking into your watch you realised it was almost time for you to go home as well and mentally sighed in relief. You got over another day.

“If that was all, Mr. Kim, you’re free to go now,” you said with a tired smile that Namjoon noticed didn’t reach your eyes. He so desperately wanted to make you smile for real, be the one on the receiving end of the cheerfulness he knew you had in you; he’d make sure he was the only one getting it one day. “I’ll send you the confidential agreement tomorrow before lunchtime so you can go through it in case there is something else that needs to be changed for the day of the signing.”

“Just one more thing, miss” he said, getting up from the chair he occupied for almost two hours in your office, “I think it’ll be better if you came to me with the agreement in person instead of just sending it to me.” Namjoon saw the protest and confusion on your face and before you could give him a negative, he talked again “there had been several attempts these past few weeks at hacking my accounts as well as the one of my other employers so I’d prefer it if the agreement could me better in my hands rather than on my email. We’re working on it, but until I’m sure there would be no possibility for a cyber-attack...an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure”

As much as you wanted to say, ‘fuck no, not in a million years I’m going to see you more than was needed’, you obviously couldn’t, and there was no good reason for you to deny his request.

“Sure, I understand it. I’ll be there tomorrow.” Your answer came more tense than you wanted to, but you wanted Namjoon to know of your discomfort at the premise of having to spend more time with him.

“I’ll send a car for you, darling, there’s no need for you to go anywhere.”

With that and a wink, Namjoon abandoned your office, leaving you there hanging, you wanted to refute that there is no need for him to send a car for you, that you can very happily go on your own and have a car that works very well but, of course, he always has to have the last words. You rolled your eyes and groaned, touching the bridge of your nose. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.

As Namjoon said, a car was sent your way to the law firm you worked at to take you to his office, or at least that was where you supposed you were going to meet him. But upon seeing the car taking a completely different direction from where it should go, your uneasiness started growing.

“Excuse me,” you called for the attention of the chauffeur, “aren’t we going to Mr. Kim’s office?”

“No, Ms. y/s, I was told to take you to Mr. Kim’s place of residence.”

That fucker, you muttered under your breath. Once you arrived, you couldn’t help but gawk at Namjoon’s place of residence. You were expecting it to be huge and over the top, that’s the kind of house that Namjoon required to have considering the way he carried himself, but this was something else. A whole family could live here, and they wouldn’t even have to see each other if they didn’t want to -and you were referring to a family of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, parents, and kids.

The chauffeur opened the door of the car for you and was the one leading the way into Namjoon’s mansion as well. The interior was even more dazzling if that was possible: it was decorated in a minimalistic and modern way but there was a hint of old fashioned in some of the furniture. It was exquisite. You were guided all through the mansion until you arrived at the front of two huge mahogany doors, the chauffeur -you felt bad you didn’t ask for his name, he seemed nice- knocked on one of them and from the other side you could hear Namjoon’s voice ordering whoever was at the other side to come in, immediately he opened the door and made you a gesture with his hands for you to go in. You nodded your head and muttered a ‘thank you’ before entering the room. The door closed right behind you.

Namjoon looked up from his computer and a smile quickly found its way to his face upon seeing you right there in the middle of his office. He got up from his chair and moved around his massive table. “Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you, please come and take a seat,” you did as tell and came near him, smiling slightly when Namjoon moved the chair so you could sit, “I apologize for the inconvenience I may have caused you with coming all the way here, some problems came up this morning and I wasn’t able to make it to my building.”

“Is everything okay, Mr. Kim?” You asked more out of courtesy than because you were actually concerned or interested in what his answer would be.

“Nothing you have to worry about, darling,” the paternalistic tone he used made you almost roll your eyes even if you were secretly grateful, he didn’t bother you with the problems of his corrupt business, “since it’s almost lunchtime, I asked my service to bring us the meal here later so we can eat together.”

“There was no need for that, Mr. Kim, I won’t be here much, you’re just required to go through the agreement and then I’ll be on my way to work again.”

Namjoon only hummed and went back to his chair in front of you. Without any further distractions you both proceeded to went through the document and, right as you stated, it didn’t take much time and since Namjoon didn’t really have any objections, you wrapped it up in no more than an hour but, much to your dismay, by that time the food has already been brought up to his office and you didn’t have it in you to deny it when it looked and smelled as delicious as it did.

“Please, try it,” Namjoon encouraged you, both of you have moved to one of the sofas on his office, and he took advantage of it and was now right next to you, “I didn’t know what you enjoy, so tell me if you don’t like this and I’ll ask for the chefs to make you something different.”

Now, that was a lie, Namjoon already knew everything there was to know about you, having made an exhaustive study of your life himself two days after seeing you for the first time; he knew the name of all your relatives, how many times you’d moved, the college you attended, the marks you got, hell, he even knew the name of all your ex-boyfriends and friends that were no longer in your life. You were fascinating to him, and he couldn't wait until he could uncover every single secret you kept to yourself.

“This looks amazing, I’m sure it’ll taste just the same” you said almost salivating, it’s been a long time since you last ate a proper home cooked meal. You could feel the intense gaze of Namjoon on you while you took the fork on your mouth and swallowed the food, you couldn’t help but make a sound of satisfaction at the taste and it was only in that moment that he averted his eyes from you at the sight, clearing his throat and taking a sip of the wine that was brought alongside the meal. “This is amazing! Thank you so much, Namjoon.”

You didn’t even notice you called him by his name or the real smile that was on your face and directed at him. But he did, and he could feel his heart galloping in his chest like crazy, feeling already addicted to hearing his name rolling on your tone without an annoyed tone to it and being on the receiving end of your more than beautiful smile.

You both kept eating and eventually started talking about everything and anything. It surprised you how you found yourself having a good time and enjoying Namjoon’s company more than what you thought you’d ever do. He was still an asshole in your eyes, and you didn’t like not one bit the way he made business, but you couldn’t deny that he gave you an interesting conversation and was funny even when he wasn’t trying to. Eventually though, you started to feel more and more dizzy, and a migraine was starting to form in your head.

“Is everything okay, darling? You’re getting paler by the second” you heard Namjoon voiced next to you, he sounded concerned and was closer to you than a minute before, one of his hands almost resting on your knee.

“Yeah...no, do you happen to have any pills? My head is starting to kill me…” your voice sounded estranged even to yourself and the strength was quickly leaving your body.

Before you could try to fight it, darkness consumed your every sense and the last thing you could feel or hear was Namjoon’s body pressed against yours and his smooth voice calling your name.

After twenty minutes or so, Namjoon finally decided that it was time to lead you to his room and rest your body on his bed. He’s been admiring your face, being this the first time, he has had the chance to do it from such a close distance, delighting himself in how perfect your body felt pressed to his and how from this day on, he’d be able to feel this way for the rest of his life.

He closed the door from his bedroom and locked it just in case, though he doubted you’ll wake up until tomorrow. On his way to the door, he made a call.

“What’s up, Namjoon?”

“I’m going there now, Yoongi. She’s already in my bed resting.”

Nothing more needed to be exchanged between the two men and Namjoon hung up right when he got into his car. Yoongi and Namjoon have been friends since they were both teenagers, having gone through a lot together. When Namjoon received an email with several photos of you he hadn’t order to take and a simple message saying, ‘we are keeping an eye on her too’, he knew he had to do something to keep you safe and it was actually Yoongi’s idea to lead you to Namjoon’s house, drug you and keep you there finally with him. They still had to figure out who the fuck had guessed Namjoon favoured you, but now that you were going to be safe by his side, he couldn’t help but smile silly all the way up to Yoongi’s building.

He knew he had a long way ahead of him until you fell in love with the same intensity, he had fallen for you, but he was sure you’d both get there and be the perfect couple he’d been dreaming of for so long.

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