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âFeel free to share your positive feelings about the film on Twitter after the screening,â said the usher introducing the London press preview screening of Barbie, Greta Gerwigâs Mattel-produced film. The embargo for reviews, however, would not be lifted until two days later, closer to the filmâs release. The audience generally didnât bat an eyelid and it wasnât the first time my colleagues and I had heard such directives, yet we were left feeling censored: if they wonât allow for our negative reactions, why should they get our positive ones?
The purpose of this strategy barely needs specifying: in addition to the filmâs omnipresent marketing campaign, positive reactions on social media were to seal the deal and ensure that the most dubious potential spectators would be persuaded to turn up to the cinema on the opening weekend, the most crucial days for a filmâs box office success. The fact that the audience at this preview screening consisted mostly of influencers was another blatant marketing strategy, which would not have been as insulting were it not for the fact that it meant many film critics were unable to see the film before its release. The phenomenon occurred in other cities as well. A few days before the filmâs release, Parisian writers were dumbfounded to see some colleagues sharing glowing takes on the film on Twitter, after being told there would be no advance screenings for any of the press. Moreover, what were presented as exclusive interviews with the cast turned out to be prerecorded and pre-approved by the studio. Ahead of its release, the film was to be seen only through pink-tinted glasses.
While it is customary for film studios to try to control the narrative by organising advance screenings if they believe in a film or avoiding them if they donât, the methods employed for the release of Barbie were more extreme. They are symptomatic of a trend that has been evolving over the past few years and that concerns not only the film criticism profession, but culture at large. If all discussion of a filmâs merits before release is left to influencers, whose driving ambition is to receive free merchandise by speaking well of the studioâs products, what can we expect the film landscape to look like? Where will engaging, challenging and, if not completely unbiased then at least impartial conversation about cinema take place, and how is the audience to think critically of what is being sold to it?
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Control | ao3 | the Sylus series
Summary:
You are feeling a bit depressed after completing a mission that didn't go 100% the way you wanted. Mephisto, and then Sylus, pay you a visit to cheer you up.
Notes:
Sylus x gn reader, Sylus x mc, second person POV, a little Sylus POV This is not actually strictly part of the Sylus series, but rather a bit of an interlude outside of the series I'm writing because it doesn't advance the plot and I don't know where I'd fit it in. I was having an awful day earlier this week and wrote this purely to make myself feel better. I hope it does the same for others. It doesn't contain all the same triggers as the series (but I'd still advise checking the CWs) and can be read as a standalone if you'd like. This story contains: sfw, pure self-indulgent hurt/comfort for overachievers who, despite doing their very best, still feel like they didn't do enough, fluff, banter, tender Sylus, clingy Sylus, still-bit-of-a-jerk-Sylus, CWs: grief, discussion of the realities of law enforcement and innocent civilian death as a result of criminal activity, violence typical of the game and Sylus's criminal tendencies, mention of slight depression and feelings of emptiness.
Here you are, again. It has been a long day, a long week, a long month. Youâve been called out almost every shift to counter an increased spurt of wanderer attacks, while also trying to execute a carefully orchestrated undercover mission to stem the tide of illegal modified protocore weapons that recently flooded the black market by arms smugglers.
No, not Sylus. Heâs too clever to put himself on the Associationâs radar for his arms dealing in a way that could result in a trap being set for him.
No, the idiots you were going after couldnât hold a candle to Sylus.
But their activity resulted in civilians being caught in the crossfire, and you had spent the last month seeing firsthand the carnage left behind after a gang battle erupted on the outskirts of Linkon City. You forced yourself to look at the broken bodies and broken families of the people affected, boots crunching on shattered glass, trailing bloody footprints on the cracked tarmac of the street. You would not allow your⊠situationship with Sylus to blind you to the reality of what his line of work could do to people. People just trying to live their lives, make their rent, raise their childrenâto survive a life thatâs already painful and short enough already, without people like the assholes you just finished bringing down tonight arming other assholes with weapons that no one should be able to access. Weapons designed with one purpose in mind: maximum damage, minimum finesse. Weapons designed as if collateral damage is a feature and not a bug.
Youâre tired. Days like this have always happened to you, even before you became a Hunter. The lethargy seeping through your body, the disinterest in doing anything that normally makes you happy. You lie on your bed, staring blankly through your gauzy curtains, the autumn wind driving the intermittent raindrops against the glass of your window. Each one a crystalline jewel, splattering, liquid diamonds trailing down the pane like tears.Â
You have the evening stretching before you, and you want to enjoy it, you do. But you canât seem to make yourself get up, as your mind drifts to the images you made yourself engrave in your brain. The least those people deserved was you to bear witness, and ensure that you never forget, since your work as a Hunter came too late to help them, in the end.Â
You turn your gaze away from the gloomy late afternoon, let it wander over the riot of plants hanging from your ceiling and along the shelving in your room. Life continues. Proof of it is right here in your bedroom, the plants turning carbon dioxide into oxygen for you to breathe with your healthy lungs. Youâre fine. Youâll be fine.
Before, you might have dropped in on your grandmother, making her a meal and sharing it in quiet companionship. If Caleb werenât on a flight mission, you might have asked him to go on a run or to the gym with you, worked off some of this jittery aggression on the mats or by pushing your lungs past their capacity in an effort to leave him laughing in your dust.
But theyâre gone now, of course. Victims of the same type of assholes you took down today.
You should be reveling in the success of your mission, but all you can see is the still form of one victim in particular, a snapshot in your memory of their slender wrist, their half-opened hand, lying in the street amongst the glittering shards of glass and scorch marks on the asphalt.
This empty feeling will pass. You know that. You have enough life experience to understand that feelings like this, moods like this, ebb and flow like Rafayelâs tide. So what if itâs harder now, to pull yourself out of them when you find yourself drifting in this sorrowful sea, because your support network has been washed away? That doesnât mean youâll feel like this forever. Only that it might take a little longer to drag your tired body off the bed, to refill your empty tank and survive and maybe enjoy another day.
Suddenly, you hear a tapping. You turn your head back to the window. Mephisto is perched on the other side of the glass, gently pecking the pane. He tilts his head and regards you with one glittering red eye.
You havenât seen Sylus for several weeks now, both of you busy with your respective occupations, and you, doubly busy with the undercover mission. He has sent photos, here and thereâblurry pictures of a black cat, a flock of birds in flight against an evening sky, the setting sunâs rays the color of fire and blood. He has asked how youâre doing, and youâve lied and said youâre fine. He sent you a photo of a glass of wine on a low table near a roaring fire. âYou should be here,â heâd captioned it.
Despite all of your complicated feelings about who he is, who he was to you when you first met him, what he does to afford his huge open hearth fireplace and all the finest things in life, you wished you were there with him too.
But you werenât, and you havenât been for awhile now. Over the past few weeks, youâve seen Mephisto in the trees, heard his grating call over the sounds of traffic. But he hasnât approached you, until today. Normally you would play your typical cat and mouse game with him, or rather, crow and worm, and youâd grab your paintball gun and see how good your aim is as he flaps outside your window, or youâd lure him in with a treat and lock him in the bathroom and wait and see how long it takes Sylus to send Luke and Kieran to set him free. You like to think of it as enrichment activities for both the crow and his ownerâyouâre not going to make it easy for Sylus to stalk you. He might get bored, after all.
But you just donât have it in you, today. You slip off the bed and pad to the window, throwing it open. Rain mists your face, drawing goosebumps up your bare arms. Mephisto watches you, and caws softly. Youâd call it a coo, if it wasnât such a horrible sound. Much like his ownerâs attempt at a lullaby. You back away, slip back onto the bed. If heâd like to come in, heâs welcome.
You return to staring at your bedroom walls. After a while, you hear the flapping of wings, and suddenly Mephisto lands next to you on the duvet. He shakes his mechanical feathers, and water droplets are flung onto the fabric and the mountain of pillows.
âThanks, buddy,â you murmur, watching as he uses his beak to groom himself. Itâs uncanny, sometimes, how alive-acting he is. Like a real bird. Youâve always wanted a pet. You know that Sylus insists that Mephisto is not a pet, but you really canât see the difference. Mephisto clearly likes his owner, and does his job dutifully, and sometimes you think, with great pleasure. He drops little destroyed bits of surveillance hardware at Sylusâs feet on occasion, like a real crow bringing something shiny to a human who was previously kind to him.Â
Curiously, but without much expectation, you extend your hand to the bird. He hops backward, away from you, but remains on the bed. âMay I pet you?â you ask.
He cocks his head, makes soft little chirruping noises in his mechanical throat. You let your hand fall to the duvet, palm up, and close your eyes. Itâs nice to have company, in any case.
After a while, you feel him hopping again, and then something cold and smooth hesitantly nudges your palm. You open your eyes. Mephisto is gently pecking your palm. He nudges it, then bobs his head, observing you with his beautiful ruby eye.
âIs that a yes?â you ask. In response, he sits down, nestling into your duvet. You lift your hand, and he lets you run your fingertips along the top of his head and along the smooth, cool metal feathers along his back.Â
Every few minutes, he ruffles his feathers and readjusts his position, slowly inching his way closer to you on the bed. Finally, he is resting against your thigh, within easy reach of your hand, head tucked into one of his wings like heâs ready for a nap.
The open window lets the brisk, rainy autumn evening in, and the light slowly fades. Eventually, you manage to drift off into a dreamless sleep.
And this is how Sylus finds you, towards midnight. He lets himself in through your front door, using the fingerprint scanner he reprogrammed to accept his own as well as yours. He enjoyed seeing the look on your face, when you figured out thatâs how he had gotten into your apartment without the key you had offered and he had refused. Your angry facial expression is worth more than all of his dragonâs hoard of wealth, in his trustworthy opinion.
He notes that the temperature in your apartment is surprisingly cool, even through the warm wool of his thick black coat. He had sent Mephisto to check on you, but he hasnât managed to get an update since the bird was tapping at your window, sending back images to Sylusâs phone of you lying on the bed in your sleep clothes, awake, but not looking at your phone or watching your wall-screen, even though it hadnât even been dinner time yet. He had told himself not to worry, that you were probably just tired after the past grueling month. But now he is worrying. He slides off his black monk strap shoes, and places them neatly along your entryway wall. Despite the faint worry edging up his spine, he takes the time to neatly line up your own hastily kicked off boots next to his, because he also worries that youâre going to trip and break your neck one of these days on all the shit you just leave scattered around on your floor, too exhausted to immediately tidy them up and put them away.
He makes his way through your dark apartment, picking up discarded clothing and folding them over his arm to put in your laundry basket, and quietly steps into your bedroom.Â
No wonder itâs cold in hereâyour window is wide open. Itâs no longer raining, but the chill night air drifts into your bedroom and stirs the leaves of your indoor plants. Youâre buried in your duvet, curled around an equally nestled Mephisto, who deigns to lift his head from where he had it tucked under his wings. He caws softly, as if to tell Sylus to be quiet and to not wake Sylusâs sweet little Hunter.
âThis is dereliction of duty,â Sylus quietly scolds the bird, lifting the lid of your laundry basket next to your closet and neatly putting the clothes inside. He goes to the window and shuts it, and then draws the gauzy as well as the blackout curtains against the night outside. He returns to the living room, hangs up his coat, and brings a glass of water back to your bedroom.
He leans over the bed and pokes Mephisto. âYouâre in my spot.â The bird puffs up his feathers a little in indignation and caws quietly.
âNope, out. Youâve had your turn.â Sylus prods him again, and finally Mephisto ruffles his wings, hops to his feet, and flaps off to the living room, making disgruntled noises as he goes. Sylus sympathizes, but doesnât feel guilty at all for dislodging him from your side. Itâs Sylusâs turn now.
He slips out of his slacks, pulls his sweater and undershirt over his head, and slides under the blanket next to you. You sigh in your sleep, frowning a little, and Sylus runs his finger between your eyebrows, smoothing the furrow there. If he could, heâd reach into your dreams and crush anything that would cause such an expression on your face in his bare hands. Unfortunately, thatâs not one of the perks of the aether core in his eye. He settles for plastering his body against your back and wrapping an arm around you, running his nose along your neck and inhaling the scent of your hair. The distance between Linkon City and the N109 zone is getting harder and harder for him to handle gracefully.
While youâve been busy taking down the low level morons playing at being arms smugglers, Sylus has also been busy for the past few weeks, negotiating deals, consolidating his power, tightening his grip in his efforts to acquire a monopoly on the illegal protocore arms trade in both the N109 zone and Linkon City. Heâs making progress, but his work is not yet done. Heâs tired, and he has spent every day of the past month missing you. Now that he knows your latest mission is over, he intends to soak in your presence for as long as youâre available, before he has to head back out into the cold gloom without you again.
Sylus closes his eyes. Just for a moment. Heâll check in on some online auctions in a few minutes, review the stock market moves of the day and reconsider investments, but for just this moment, heâll hold you in his arms, and warm your cold hands in his warm palms.
And thatâs how you find yourself waking up in the early hours of the morning, a big warm body pressed against yours. You blink, note the time of two in the morning. You reach out and feel around, setting your bedside lamp to its dimmest setting so that you can see in the pitch-black room. You turn your head, and find Sylusâs sleeping face on the pillow next to yours, looking more peaceful than he ever appears when awake. The furrow between his brows is almost nonexistent, and his mouth is soft, plush lips parted a little. In this moment, you can imagine him as a little boy, angelic in sleep, mischievous while awake. Your heart hurts a little, imagining what kind of life that little boy had to endure to become the sleeping panther next to you tonight.
You turn fully, brush your nose against his, and then cuddle into him, head tucked into his neck. You breathe him in. He smells like warm, sleepy Sylus, a little sweaty under the duvet. You resist the urge to lick him.
âThis is the best way to wake up from a nap,â his hoarse, sleep-filled voice vibrates through you.
You laugh softly. âGood, because this is the only package we offer tonight. No refunds.â
âI wouldnât dream of returning this experience.â You can hear the smile in his voice.
You both lie like that for a while, the sound of the wind outside and your combined quiet breathing the only sounds filtering through the room.
You had fallen asleep feeling empty, but waking up with this elusive man in your bed has you feeling sated. Refueled. Full. You sigh. How is it possible that a man who is responsible for the same things as those assholes you apprehended yesterday can make you feel like this? You remember that person lying in the street, eyes that will never see again, a parent who will never come home again. As if they were just sleeping. But as you stood over them, you knew betterâyour heart was the gravity well of a black hole, and you felt like you would fold in on yourself from the weight. If only you had been a little quicker, a little cleverer. If only you could disintegrate another human being like Sylus can, with just a gesture. You could have disappeared the assholes who were responsible for this personâs death, an entire life, someoneâs baby at some point, brought into the world with love and effort and surviving each and every day, right up until the day you found yourself standing over them, as they lay broken in the street. And they died, for what? For some senseless, stupid feud over money? Turf? A feud they had absolutely nothing to do with. Fuck . Youâre feeling sick again.
You burrow deeper into Sylusâs warmth.
âSpeak,â Sylus says.
You pull back slightly and look up into his sleep-bleary face.
âSpeak?â
âAre we a parrot tonight?â He smiles, eyes heavy-lidded.
âA parrot?â
âAnd a comedian, ladies and gentlemen,â he leans forward, nuzzles your nose with his.
âDonât get too close, I probably have morning breath,â you murmur.
âAh, so you can formulate your own thoughts.â He nuzzles the side of your mouth. âDo I look like a give a fuck if you have morning breath? I probably do too.â
âFine, donât say I didnât warn you.â Then you yawn, widely.Â
He runs his hand down your side and pinches your hip. You yelp.
âDonât change the subject,â he commands. âTell me whatâs on your mind. I can hear it racing from hereâIâm pretty sure itâs what woke me up from my pleasant nap.â
âOh, did I disturb his royal highnessâs beauty sleep?â
âYes, so you owe me. The compensation is telling me what had you staring into the void yesterday, and what made you sound so sad just now while enjoying being wrapped in my extraordinary arms. Many people would pay a lot to be in the position youâre in right now,â he says smugly.
âYes, in order to slit your throat.â
He huffs. You note that heâs wrong; youâre probably the only one with morning breath. He somehow manages to just smell good. Toothpaste and mouth. You want to lick his teeth. âYouâre probably not wrong.â He pauses. âPlease talk to me. Iâve gotten used to hearing your worries. You can shut everyone else out, but I donât like it when you shut me out too.â
You roll away from him, but his arm around you prevents you from going far. You glance at your windows, but the blackout curtains block even the city lights.Â
âIâve just. Iâve been thinking about a lot of things over the past few weeks.â
âUh oh. Nothing ever good comes from that,â he teases. You swat him in the chest. His body shakes with quiet laughter.
âDo you want to know or not?â you gripe.
âItâs not my fault that you didnât make it clear that you wonât be accepting editorial commentary at this time. But Iâve learned my lesson. Continue.â
You throw your arm over your eyes and laugh. You canât help it. Even when youâre feeling at your worst, this man manages to make you laugh. But you feel guilty for laughing, because the person you canât get out of your head, this stranger who you were unable to save, will never laugh again. You hate it.
You sigh. âIâve always struggled with the fact that my evol seems to have only a support function. Like, I often need a partner in order to be optimally effective in battle against wanderers, because otherwise itâs just me and whatever my physical talents are. Which, though amazing,â you sniff, âare often just, not enough when dealing with the kind of creatures that I often have to deal with.â You fall silent, imagining if you could set shit on fire like Rafayel without resorting to a flamethrower, or freezing a swathe of enemies all at once like Zayne. The battles you would wage would be epic.
âAnd Iâm obviously competent at eliminating wanderersâI can usually arrive before the damage occurs. I can actually help people. And wanderers, theyâre not like human perpetrators. They have no ill intent. Theyâre like animals, driven by instinct. Even when I do arrive too late, it feels more like a natural disaster than a malicious injustice. Of course, itâs still awful when someone dies for something so senseless, but thatâs been the case for all of humanityâs history in the face of stronger predators.â Your mind races. Youâre trying so hard to articulate what has been weighing on you. âBut thatâs only one part of my job. The other side of it, the side that involves going after humans with ill-intent, thatâs a lot more complicated. So often, I arrive after the damage has already been done. I feel like the cleanup crew, completely useless to the normal people who just are trying to get through the day who get caught up in other peoplesâ cruelty. Itâs not like evil assholes announce their arrival with a metaflux fluctuation like wanderers do. Iâm just.. too late, too often.â You try to imagine everything youâd do if you had Sylusâs power. Youâd probably turn into a supervillain too, to be honest.
You fall quiet again. Sylus props his head on his hand and runs a finger along your clavicle with his free hand. You enjoy the feel of his calloused fingertip along your skin.
âAnd what else? Iâm sensing thereâs more to this story.â
You donât want to hurt him. But you also donât want to lie to him. âI just canât reconcile the fact that I spent the last month tracking down the arms smugglers that I managed to catch yesterday, and Iâd have gladly killed them if given half a chance. If I could snap my fingers like you, and just fucking annihilate them. But here I am, lying here in bed, with you.â You canât bring yourself to look him in the face as you say this.
You feel Sylusâs fingers begin to trail up your forearm and gently encircle your wrist, pulling your arm away from your eyes. You turn and look into his face.Â
âIâm certainly glad youâre not in bed with them now, sweetheart,â he says drily. âI donât think there would be room for all of us, what with your army of plushies and my impressive physique.â
You groan.
âSo let me get this straight. Youâre upset because you feel like your skills arenât sufficient to protect every single person who is in need of help. Youâre upset that you canât kill with a thought. And youâre upset because you would have killed these guys, who are in the same business as me, but you refuse to do the same to me?â
It sounds so simple, succinctly listed like that, for how heavy your heart feels. For the emptiness you felt, instead of triumph, after successfully protecting a lot of people over the last month, and getting a few more petty dealers off the street so they can't contribute to hurting anyone else in the future.
The bit about Sylus being the same as those criminals, without meeting their fate, on the other hand. That doesnât sound simple at all.
You nod. âInstead of feeling like I did well, and taking the free time I have after Iâve completed a job to enjoy myself, or do something that makes me happy, all I can do is think about all the ways I failed, or how could have done it better, or how Iâm still not doing everything I should be doing to help people. Thatâs why I was âŠstaring at the void, as you put it. I couldnât imagine one thing that I wanted to do with the free evening I had.â
Sylus pokes you in the forehead. âI knew you were arrogant, and greedy. I just never realized how much until this moment,â he says, narrowing his eyes.
You jerk back from his touch. âI pour my heart out to you, and you call me arrogant and greedy?â He lifts his eyebrows at your outburst. âThe fuck, Sylus?â
âQuiet, or youâll wake Mephisto.â He drapes an arm back over you and pulls you back into his warmth.
âOh nooo, wouldnât want to wake your mechanical murder bird,â you bite out, but quietly. You feel like you have a new understanding with Mephisto now that he let you pet him and you shared a nap with him. Itâs not his fault that his owner is an insensitive asshole.
âNo, we wouldnât,â he agrees placidly. âWould you care to know why I am rightfully pointing out that your attitude about what you 'should' be capable of is arrogant and greedy? Or do you just want to stay upset about it for a little longer? I can wait.â
You scowl at him. âOh, Iâm happy to wait if you keep looking at me like that,â he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into your hair.
You put your palm on his face and push him away. He rolls away with a soft laugh.
âJust tell me,â you grumble. âAnd then go home. Iâm suddenly not feeling like company anymore.â
âHmm,â he props himself back up on his hand. âYou have an incredibly powerful aether core in your heart, one that is coveted by countless people.â He rests his other hand over your heart as he speaks. âYou've recently increased its power by absorbing the power of another aether core. You can heal other evolvers, resonate with them to exponentially increase their power, and probably do a lot more than youâre aware of yet. Youâve probably not even scratched the surface of what it can do for you.âÂ
You look away, but enjoy the press of his palm against you.
âYou have extraordinary physical capabilitiesâIâm not just patronizing you when I said that Iâd rather have you at my back than anyone else I know, even without your evol.â He reaches for your cheek, and gently tilts your head to look at him again. His wine-dark gaze drifts over your face. âAnd youâre not the only Hunter in the Association. If only one person were capable of doing your job, there would be no Association at all. You canât expect to be one-hundred percent successful, one-hundred percent of the time. Not even I am greedy enough to feel like I should be able to have that kind of success rate. And Iâm also not arrogant enough to expect that of myself. I canât run Onychinus alone. I rely on many subordinates and competent people to take care of the business when my attention is elsewhere.â He looks at you pointedly, as if youâre the elsewhere slurping up all of his attention.
You blow a raspberry at him.
More quickly than you thought he could move, he snatches your tongue between his thumb and forefinger and gently wags it. His skin is salty. âDa thuck, Thylus?â
âKeep it in your mouth if you donât want me to take it,â he wags it once more, as if to emphasize his point, and then lets go. âNext time I wonât give it back.â
You suppress the urge to just slobber all over his face in retaliation.
âSo yes. I find the expectations you have for yourself to be arrogant and greedy, and entirely excessive. Do you think that your colleagues are failures, or haven't done enough, when they return from missions that went tits up, or when they failed to protect one hundred percent of those threatened?"
You scowl. Of course not. You know that they work their asses off to the best job they can. You'd never think less of them for having a bad day, or a bad mission. For people dying on their watch. But they're not you.
"Kitten, youâre doing your best, with everything you have in you. The world is cruel, and so are the people in it. You canât control that. But you can control what you do about that cruelty. You're already fighting as hard as you can--too hard, if you want my valuable opinion."
"Trying as hard as I can with as much hardware and bodywork I can exploit. But it's just no the same as having your evol," you grumble. You might be slightly jealous of Sylus's power. Just slightly.Â
Sylus huffs, sounding a little impatient. "If it's not enough for you to be a walking grenade launcher, and you're frustrated that you canât disintegrate those you want to eliminate with a snap of your fingers, just bring me with you. You can control me, and Iâll do all the heavy lifting.â
You just stare at him, mouth hanging open a little. He lifts his hand and chucks you under your chin with his thumb to close it. âWhy so shocked?â
âAside from the fact that you just offered to murder for me?â you ask, shaking your head a little.
âI already have murdered for you. Iâd do a lot more than that, for you.â He pulls you into his side again and rests his head on your shoulder. âSo donât be too greedy. You're already very talented at what you do. You have control over the most powerful person in the N109 zone. The people you work to protect every single day are lucky that you are on the Associationâs side, and not anyone elseâs. You canât save the entire world from injustice. But you can continue doing your best, with your already impressive skills, to protect as many people as you can. And if anyone tries to tell you that what youâre doing isnât enough, you can send them to me. Including yourself. I will take care of them for you.â
You turn your head and rest your cheek in his silky hair. You breathe deeply and feel your heart settle in your chest. You notice that he hasnât addressed the fact that heâs involved in the same business as the people you took down yesterday. But you donât care. You know, somehow, in the calm beating of your heart, that he isnât anything like them. He isnât anything like them at all.
Your thoughts drift to a slender wrist, to an open palm. You will never forget this person. Hopefully you can honor them, in some small way, by continuing to force yourself to look, and not surrendering to the horror of it. You will keep going. Maybe next time, you'll arrive in time. You hope it is enough. And you'll also try to hear what Sylus is telling you. All you can give is your everything. No one can ask more of you than that, even if it's you who is asking.
As you continue rubbing your cheek in his hair like a cat, he speaks again. "And as for you not arresting me... or taking advantage of your position and slitting my throat." You freeze. You thought maybe you could just pretend you hadn't expressed this worry tonight. "Have you ever considered the possibility that, in order to treat an infection, it's not sufficient to just address the symptoms?"
For a second you feel like you can hear Zayne coming out of Sylus's mouth, and you're totally weirded out. "What do you mean?" you reluctantly ask.
"Sometimes, the only way to destroy a rotten core is to work from the inside out. It's not enough to desperately amputate the affected limbs. And that kind of work requires getting your hands dirty."
You feel like he just told you something very important. But you can also sense that he won't explain anything else tonight. This is the closest the two of you have ever gotten to actually discussing the substance of his work, and you're satisfied with that. The certainty you felt before, about him being utterly different than the others, settles deeper into your bones. You relax into him again.
âAnd your last worry. About not knowing what to do with yourself when youâve completed something extraordinary, and find yourself with some free time on your hands⊠just call me. We can figure out what to do together.â
You canât bring yourself to say anything. If you do, you might start crying and not be able to stop. He is everything you needed tonight. You just press closer into him, hoping he can hear everything you canât say out loud yet.
âSo, still not feeling like company anymore?â Sylus asks, after youâve sat in peaceful silence for a few moments. âOr am I allowed to stay?â
âWould you go even if I asked you to?â You reach up and run your fingers through his soft hair, and he makes a pleased noise deep in his throat.
âIf I thought that was what you really wanted, sweetheart.â
And you believe him.
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus x mc#lnds#lads#l&ds#love and deepspace fanfiction#my fanfic#please enjoy this soft sylus#the next actual plot part of the sylus series is written and waiting for gali's beta reading#i'm hoping to post it this weekend
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Nonviolent Communication - Part 20
Pairing: Spider-Man!Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman!Reader Summary: A little AI assistant informed you of a certain someone's birthday! Word Count: 6.9k Warnings: little mentions of being alone, but nothing too serious; an unexpected cameo, even I didn't know about; honestly, Miguel and us need to kiss already - we're so cute đ„čđ«; someone cries; mischievous Lyla plotting; fluff and fluff and fluff Music (Spotify playlist): No music for this one, pookies. I didn't have time to find music appropriate for it. Masterlist
Part 20
âAre you ready?â you ask with a smile, filled with excitement about today. You try to tone it down, knowing you canât show your full excitement to avoid raising suspicions.
Miguel chuckles and nods. âI am. You said itâs around the corner?â
âMhm, just around the corner,â you reply, the tote bag Miguel gifted you for Christmas in your hand. You smile subtly and glance at the trees, noticing the autumnal hues now that itâs October and officially fall. You grin at the sight, appreciating the view and time of year while Miguel and you walk side by side on the sidewalk in your universe.
You turn to look at Miguel again, knowing he has no idea you know what today is â his birthday!
You wouldâve missed it if it wasnât for Lyla, who told you about it two weeks ago by accident when she was sharing who had birthdays in October at HQ, giving you plenty of time to plan and ask Miguel if he wanted to hang out today without raising his suspicions.
As far as Miguel knows, today is a regular Sunday to you and you just happened to plan the dayâs activities on his birthday without knowing.
You look away, still smiling to yourself as you round the corner and walk just a bit before reaching your first destination of the day: your favorite record shop.
âHere is it! The best record shop, in my humble opinion, in the whole city,â you cheerfully say, presenting it to Miguel like itâs someone very dear to you.
Miguel grins at you before his eyes take in the small shop, feeling a coziness from it before he even walks through the door.
âIt looks welcoming,â he says, feeling excitement at the possibility of finding some new records to add to his growing collection. Ever since you gifted him the record player for Christmas, Miguel has been slowly been buying more records, but itâs not always easy. Being from a highly advanced society means that itâs harder to find such items. Thankfully, thereâs a small market for those who do enjoy collecting them and that's how Miguel has been able to collect a few.
Still, his access to records is not the same as yours. You have multiple shops with hundreds of records available, and that's just in your city.
âCome on,â you say, pushing the door open and holding it for Miguel. âBetter get started because thereâs sooooo much to see and we still have another shop to go.â
Miguel chuckles and nods. âLetâs go, after you.â
You step in first because, as always, Miguel is a gentleman. Youâre both greeted by the owner, an older man in his seventies or so, but still moving as if he was in his forties. Miguel notes his simple yet elegant outfit consisting of a green sweater with a white button-up beneath, the latterâs collar perfectly styled. Dark tinted glasses sit on his nose, which are a contrast to his white hair and mustache. Miguel canât help but feel like he knows him from somewhere.
âHey, kid! Itâs been sometime since Iâve seen you,â the man says to you, smiling.
âIâve been a little busy, sir,â you reply, offering him a smile. âBut itâs great to be back and to see you.â
âAlways great to see you, too, kid! I see youâve brought your boyfriend along this time, too. Welcome to our Earth, young man!â the owner says cheerfully, turning to look at him.
Miguel and you freeze at the manâs words for a second or two.
âOh we -â you start, shocked.
âWeâre -â Miguel only manages to say at the same time.
âHold that thought, young folks, I have to check something in the back,â the owner says with a laugh before slipping to the back room, leaving you both alone.
Miguel scratches his neck, and you stare at the spot where Mr. Stanley was just standing. Your cheeks feel hot suddenly while you fidget with your tote bag before you look at Miguel.
âI hope um⊠I hope that - Iâm sorry that Mr. Stanley assumed weâre - you know,â you say, not able to form a coherent sentence due to your shock.
Miguel finally turns to you, his cheeks red. This isnât the first time someone has assumed youâre both dating, but this is certainly the first time you have both being told about it, at least as far as Miguel knows. He clears his throat, noticing your shy yet apologetic demeanor.
âI uh - I hope it doesnât - Iâm sorry,â you try again because Miguel might take offense.
âHey, hey,â Miguel says calmly, gently. âYou have no reason to apologize, Dulzura. It was a,â he pauses, still feeling shocked but having to push through his own surprise for your sake because he can see youâre far more in shock than him. Heïżœïżœs gone through this more than you. âItâs an innocent assumption, right?â he asks softly.
You nod slowly. âYes⊠but youâre not upset?â
âWhy - why would I be upset?â Miguel asks.
âI donât know⊠I just - I thought - I donât know,â you say again, shaking your head in an attempt to get your brain to think right again. âLetâs go see the records?â
âLets,â Miguel replies, also pushing past his own shock that once again someone has assumed youâre a couple. He notes that this is the third time, which makes him briefly think that maybe you two really give off that impression. Miguel shakes his head and focuses on the store instead, deciding that if some people think that, he doesn't mind. It's not an offense to him as you insinuated just now. It's an innocent assumption and that's that.
Pushing past Mr. Stanleyâs comment, Miguel and you walk to one side of the shop to browse records. Miguel stops and does a turn, his eyes taking in the great number of records greeting his eyes. Thereâs so many! So, so, so many options to go through and check out. He feels giddy, knowing heâll get to explore the entire shop with you.
âLook, hereâs pop and hip hop, over there rock, jazz is on that sideâŠâ you say, gesturing to each genre.
The two of you start browsing, talking about the records you find interesting, or when you find artists you both know. You lift records to show each other, finding some goofy covers at times and making each other laugh. In the end, you both walk around the shop holding your tote bag, each of you holding a handle to support the weight of the records youâve both decided to take home.
You notice Miguel gazing at a vinyl, gaining his attention, so you stop walking. Miguel, realizing youâve stopped moving, turns to look at you with a raised eyebrow.
âI see you eyeing that record,â you say.
Miguel smiles. âThe cover just looks interesting, thatâs all.â
âWhy donât you check it out?â you suggest.
âAlright,â he replies, still smiling. He picks up the item with his free hand and inspects it, reading the back for the song titles. He hums before placing it back on the shelf. âIt sounds alright,â he says with a shrug, but you can see he really seems to like it. âWhatâs at the back?â
You look away from the record and turn to the back. âMr. Stanley also sells a few pop culture things, so youâll find key chains, t-shirts â that sort of stuff. Wanna check it out?â
âYeah, sure. Why not?â Miguel says as you both walk to the back of the store, but not before you subtly pull the record Miguel just placed back on the shelf with your webs.
You easily slip it into the bag when you reach the section and notice Miguelâs eyes taking in everything thatâs currently popular in your universe. His gaze settles on something that catches his attention immediately: Spider-Woman merch, a sight that makes him smile.
âWhat do we have here?â he asks, gently picking up a key chain of you as Spider-Woman.
You smile, looking at the item. âIt seems some Spider-Woman merch. Itâs cute,â you say.
âIt is,â Miguel agrees, observing it intently. He keeps it in his hand before turning to look at hoodies and sweatshirts. âSeems like Mr. Stanley is stocked for the colder months, hm?â
âIt seems so,â you reply with a grin, watching Miguel pick up a sweatshirt with your symbol on it. He traces it softly before he starts looking through the others, searching. You raise an eyebrow before you realize heâs looking for his size, a thought that brings you immediate delight. You smile happily when he finds one and holds it against his chest.
âWhat do you think?â he asks.
You chuckle and nod. âPerfect choice. Itâs going to keep you warm for the winter.â
âThatâs what I thought, too. Plus,â Miguel stops and then in a whisper continues, âitâs another way to support my best friend.â
âWhat a supportive best friend you are,â you respond, smiling. âSpider-Woman would be proud of you.â
âIs that so?â Miguel asks with a soft smirk. âDo you think Iâll get the chance to meet her sometime?â
âSheâs always around, so if you stick around, you might just get to.â
âI hope so, Iâve been meaning to get an autograph of hers,â Miguel says with a grin before he smiles much more tenderly at you, serious now. âI admire her very much, you know.â
âShe equally admires you,â you reply, smiling warmly at him. âSheâd be happy to wear your merch, too.â
Miguel chuckles. âIâll happily make sure she gets a sweatshirt of mine, thatâs no issue,â he says, already thinking of the few small businesses he can buy some merch of himself.
âSounds like a deal,â you reply.
âAre you two lovebirds finding everything okay?â Mr. Stanley says, stepping out of nowhere.
Miguel and you continue to look at each other, the word âlovebirdsâ not missed by your ears, but this time instead of letting the shock linger, you both smile and chuckle before you reply.
âYes, sir,â you answer. âI think weâre ready to check out, no?â
Miguel nods. âYeah, Iâve seen everything. Let me just step into the bathroom real quick, okay?â
âGo ahead,â you say, grinning at the opportunity. As soon as Miguel closes the door, you head straight for the cash register to pay for everything, since you want to treat Miguel on his birthday.
âAll done? Found everything okay?â Mr. Stanley says, as you unload the tote bag.
âYes, sir. And yes, we did, thank you.â
The older man grins as he begins the transaction, noticing the records selected. Meanwhile, you look around the store, noticing the decorations Mr. Stanley has behind the counter, which all look cool and interesting, but your eyes stop on something in particular. Fan art of you and someone else.
âExcuse me, sir, is that â Fan art of Spider-Woman?â you ask.
âThat? Oh yes, yes,â Mr. Stanley answers. âItâs nice, isnât it?â
âItâs lovely,â you reply, staring at the unknown figure next to it. You look closer, realizing thereâs little shapes around the heads. âWho is the other person next to her?â
âWhy donât I let you see it closer, huh? Just be careful with it, I paid good money for this,â he says, stepping away to retrieve the framed art. He hands it to you with a proud smile. âSpider-Woman and her Spider-Man.â
You nearly choke at that, especially when you see what heâs referring to. The fan art has you, drawn perfect if you say so yourself, but next to you is⊠Miguel, dressed in his Spider-Man 2099 suit. The two figures seem to be holding hands while swinging through the cityâs downtown with little red hearts around your heads.
âOh, wow,â you say a little breathless. âWhere did you â How did you think of this, Mr. Stanley?â
âWell,â the man says as he continues with the transaction, putting the records heâs checked back into your tote bag. He slips one inside, careful, before looking up at you with a knowing grin. âSpider-Woman needs someone to lean on, too, right? What better than her Spider-Man, someone who understands her? A perfect couple, if I must say so myself.â
You nod, still staring at the fan art. âYes, I guess you could say that,â you reply, going along with him before you hand it back. âThank you for letting me see it up close. Itâs wonderful.â
âOf course, of course. If thatâs all, young lady, your total isâŠâ he pauses before telling you the amount.
You quickly pay and thank Mr. Stanley just as Miguel reaches your side.
âWait â you already paid?â Miguel asks because he had full intentions of paying everything himself.
âYep,â you answer simply with a smile. âCome on, we have places to be. Bye, Mr. Stanley!â
You exit, Miguel following behind. âThank you, sir,â Miguel says before he reaches the door, but stopping when he hears the older man speak.
âYou take care of that girl. Sheâs a good one,â Mr. Stanley says to him. âMake sure youâre there for her, be someone she can lean on, you hear me?â
Miguel nods, smiling slowly. âYes, sir. I will.â
âGood, now, go on!â
Miguel says goodbye and steps out. The door closes, but Miguel swears he still heard the man say âex- somethingâ though he didnât hear the entire thing. He sighs and turns to you, finding you holding the tote bag.
âHere, I can hold that,â Miguel offers.
âNo, itâs alright,â you reply as you gesture for him to start walking with you.
âCome on,â Miguel says as he walks next to you, picking up the bag from one side and taking one of the handles again.
You chuckle and shake your head. âI told you I got it.â
âI know, but still. Itâs the thought that counts, right?â he asks. âItâs the thing a gentleman does, and I â well, I try to be one,â Miguel says, glancing at you while you walk, heading God knows where.
âYou are one,â you confirm, smiling. âBut fine, Iâll let you hold that handle while I hold the other one. Team work.â
Miguel scoffs playfully. âFine, team work, Dulzura.â He sighs and looks around, thinking itâs a great day so far. âWhere are we going next?â
âItâs a surprise,â you reply, not wanting to share.
Miguel hums, knowing you wonât share your plans, so he walks with you, ready to follow wherever you go.
While you head to your next destination, you show and point out different things along the way, further introducing your city to Miguel, who appreciates the much slower pace compared to Nueva Yorkâs. While you two continue to walk, he finds himself silently thinking that he could get used to it, this slower pace. Itâs funny, he thinks. You seemed to have adapted to his universe easily and he can see himself adapting to yours the same way. He shakes the thought away when you eagerly nod to a small building, a book shop.
âOne of the best book shops in the city,â you say as you open the door for him. âOne of my favorites.â
Miguel sighs at the sight of you holding the door. He just told you heâs trying to be a gentleman.
Noticing his sigh and a little pout, you chuckle. âIâm trying to be a gentle lady,â you say, joking.
âVery funny,â Miguel says playfully. âPoking fun at me, are you?â
âI would never,â you respond as he finally steps in.
âRight, gentle lady,â Miguel says, unable to stop himself from finally grinning. He canât help it. He never can when heâs around you, if heâs honest.
âI know you like sci-fi, Migs. The section is this way,â you eagerly report, tugging him along due to his hold on the bag.
Starting with the sci-fi section, the two of you browse the shop. You look through every genre you both enjoy, trying to find good reads, especially now that itâs autumn, the coziest time to read. Between you, you both manage to get a stack of ten books, which Miguel holds because he insisted earlier. Despite his protests, you pay for everything.
âHey, when Iâm at your universe, you always want to pay. Itâs only fair I get to do the same,â you say, once youâre both out of the shop. âItâs just a little treat, you know.â You glance at Miguel, hoping he doesnât catch on. âItâs a little thank you for letting me stay at your place for so long. And also, I got to see so much of your universe, so I want you to see more of mine, too,â you add, smiling.
Miguel nods, even though he still wishes he was the one paying. âAlright, if you insist, but you really donât have to thank me for opening my home to you. I already told you, my home is your home,â Miguel says, and after a few seconds he adds, âAlways.â
You smile and nod, knowing he really means it. Miguel firmly stated the same thing several weeks ago, when the two of you woke up leaning on each other hours later after meeting on that rooftop on Earth-42 by pure coincidence. You were a little worried when you woke up because you found yourself in such position, with your head resting on his shoulder since he had shifted over the hours to be more comfortable. You wondered if you made Miguel uncomfortable, if the only reason he didnât say anything was to avoid being rude, but when you searched his face for signs of discomfort or irritation, you found none. At least, not visible ones.
The two of you woke up feeling rested despite the strange sleeping positions and it was only a few minutes after waking up that you finally shifted away to give Miguel some space, thinking that you had pushed his boundaries enough.
While you fixed the blanket over you, you failed to notice the little pout on Miguelâs lips when you scooted away. Neither did he. He watched you moved, noting the loss of your warmth immediately.
You had breakfast a short while after that and then finally discussed that âsomethingâ Miguel had mentioned hours ago.
Sitting at the kitchen counter, you both knew a few things.
Neither of you wanted you to move out.
Your homes felt different to you now; something had changed.
You grew used to living with each other and to the routines you easily and quickly established.
And, you missed each other so much that neither of you could sleep.
So, you both decided that it would be nice if you stayed at the penthouse on some nights throughout the week, at least. Miguel even offered to sleep on your couch if you donât want to stay at the penthouse, but you warned him he might be getting back pain from it. You told him you rather go to the penthouse than have him deal with that issue. Ever since then, youâve spent about three nights out of the week at his penthouse, sometimes four, and it seems to be working well for the two of you.
YetâŠ
You both wish that you could go back to the way it was before, to being roommates full-time. Of course, neither of you shared that bit to avoid pushing each otherâs boundaries. Thereâs also your apartment. Miguel fully understands what the apartment means to you, so he knows he cannot propose being roommates because that would put you in a difficult dilemma. And you, well, you still hold on to the apartment, even if it stills feels different now. You canïżœïżœt pinpoint what it is, but you know itâs a good difference.
With a sigh, you push the thought away and focus on the birthday man walking next to you instead, and thank him for his kind words. âI appreciate it, Migs. So is my home, you know. My home is your home. Youâre always welcomed.â
Miguel grins. âThank you, Dulzura.â
You return the grin, feeling giddy. âI donât know about you, but Iâm kind of hungry now.â
âYou know, me, too,â Miguel answers. âI guess the walking is making us hungry. Should we head to the penthouse to eat? I can cook something.â
âI was thinking, I actually want to try a new recipe, if you donât mind,â you start softly. âYou can help me if you want?â you offer. âWe can pick up the groceries from my apartment since I have everything already.â
âThat sounds great to me,â Miguel answers with a smile, unaware of your plans.
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After picking up the groceries from your apartment, Miguel and you travel back to Nueva York. You quickly split up tasks and begin to cook an early dinner, even though you wouldâve preferred to cook everything yourself to spoil Miguel a bit.
You decided to let him help you, however, for two reasons. One, to avoid raising his suspicions, and two, because you know that Miguel appreciates quality time and loves cooking. You simply didnât have it in you to exclude him, not when you know he enjoys cooking with you so much.
While prepping dinner, you happily listen to Miguel talk about how much he loved going to the little shops you went, especially the record player store.
âThereâs so many records,â Miguel says as he seasons steaks. âFor a moment, I didnât even know where to look because of how many there were.â
You laugh softly while dicing vegetables. âAnd itâs just one store. Thereâs a few others around the area, but that one is my favorite. If you want, we can go check out the other ones next weekend. Maybe even go to the ones that are new to me, too.â
âReally?â Miguel asks, looking up from the steaks and at you with a glimmer in his eyes.
âOf course,â you reply, finding his excitement sweet. âWe can have breakfast, or lunch somewhere in my universe like we did today, and then spend the rest of the day exploring those stores.â
âThat sounds really nice,â Miguel admits softly, smiling. âIâd like that, but this time I pay for my records,â he says with a little frown, his lips pouting.
You tilt your head a little. âAlright, alright,â you reply with a grin, knowing that the possibility exists now because Miguel and Lyla came up with a way to convert money easily.
âGood,â Miguel says, returning his attention to the steaks, making sure theyâre properly seasoned before cooking them. âThen, Iâd like to, if youâre open to it.â
âIâm already looking forward to it,â you respond, meaning it. Nothing sounds better than spending a day shopping for records with your best friend and showing him more of your city.
A while later, you excuse yourself to use the bathroom while the food is finishing cooking, but in reality, you leave Nueva York entirely and return to your universe. In minutes, youâre back to Miguelâs penthouse with something. A birthday cake youâve baked yourself, of course.
âLyla,â you say when you arrive upstairs.
âReporting for duty,â she says as soon as she appears, grinning.
âIs there any way you can distract Miguel? I just need a few seconds to sneak the cake into the kitchen.â
âHmm⊠I can access the door bell and make it seem like someoneâs here!â she eagerly informs you. âLet me do my thing. Be ready at the end of the stairs, Iâll send you a signal when heâs at the door,â Lyla adds, giddily.
You thank her before she disappears, hurrying out of your room and climbing down the stairs. As soon as you reach the bottom, you hear the front door bell ring. A few seconds later, you hear Miguelâs footsteps and then the door that leads to that side of the penthouse opening.
Not even a second later, Lyla sends you a message to let you know youâre in the clear. You quietly but quickly sneak the cake into the kitchen and hide it, already eager to see Miguelâs face when you take it out with the candles and everything.
Hearing Miguelâs footsteps coming your way again, you return to the stove and check on the food, pretending that nothing is amiss.
âEverything okay?â you ask.
âYes, the door bell rang but there was no one. I think the system may need an update, or something. Iâll have to check it out,â Miguel says as he reaches the sink to wash his hands, but not before taking off his bracelet and hair tie, which he has worn all day. âIâll do that later,â he adds, deciding that heâll leave it for tomorrow.
Today, Miguel simply wants to enjoy your company as much as he can. So far, itâs been a wonderful Sunday that started with him arriving to your apartment before the two of you headed out to have lunch at a small and quaint diner. You headed to the shops after that, your stomachs full and satisfied.
Now, youâre here cooking together and will probably spend some time in the living room, enjoying each otherâs company. He couldnât wish for a better Sunday, nor a better birthday.
Drying his hands with a towel, Miguel thinks about how you have no idea that today is his birthday. Despite not knowing, youâve easily made it one of the best ones heâs ever had. He silently remembers the last few ones, when he was alone, and the fact that he hasnât celebrated in years. In fact, the last time he celebrated his birthday was when Gabriel was alive. Since then, Miguel has found it easier to pretend his birthday is like every other day, nothing to celebrate.
Due to that, Miguel hasnât told anyone at HQ his birth date. The only person that knows about it is Lyla, but sheâs been instructed not to reveal it to anyone.
Miguel turns to face you, silently wondering if he should tell you now. Youâre best friends after all, right? But then, he frowns a little, realizing that if he tells you now so late in the day, youâll probably feel guilty. Youâll probably say you wished you knew sooner and apologize, even if itâs not your fault, but his for not telling you.
He decides not to say anything. Thereâs always next year, right?
âFood is almost ready,â you say happily, bringing Miguelâs attention back to the moment.
âIt smells amazing,â he replies, coming to your side to get a closer look.
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âThat was amazing,â Miguel says once he places his fork down, finished with his meal.
You hum as you finish as well, wiping your mouth clean. âIâm glad that you enjoyed it! We did a great job.â
Miguel smiles. âIt was mostly you, but thank you. TodayâŠâ Miguel starts, feeling truly happy. âHas been great. Iâve enjoyed it a lot, thank you, Dulzura.â
You smile, nodding. âIâm so happy youâve enjoyed it. Iâve enjoyed it so much, too.â You stand up and pick up your plate before walking to retrieve Miguelâs, but he tries to pick it up himself. âItâs okay, I got it, Miguel,â you tell him gently. âPlease. Itâs nothing.â
Miguel slowly lets go. âAlright, thank you.â
You nod and take the dishes to the sink, deciding to leave them for later. For now, you want to move on with your surprise.
âHey, do you mind getting the sweatshirt I bought you from the tote bag? I just remembered something and I want to make sure,â you say, using that as an excuse since you left the bag in the living room.
Miguel stands up, nodding. âOf course. Hold on,â he says, heading straight for the living room.
You giddily get the cake out and quickly light up the candles.
âHere it is. What did you remember?â Miguel asks, stepping back into the kitchen.
You prepare yourself with a little sigh, your back to Miguel, before you turn around with the cake in your hands.
Miguel stops in his tracks, his lips parting in surprise. He slowly lowers the sweatshirt, watching you bring the cake to the main counter with a sweet smile.
âA little bird,â you start.
âMe!â Lyla says, appearing out of nowhere with a grin, equally giddy.
âTold me today is someoneâs birthday,â you continue. âIt was by pure accident and once I knew, well, I couldnât simply ignore it. You canât ignore your best friendâs birthday, you know? I couldnât ignore the birthday of someone who means so much to me, soâŠâ You grin at Miguel, whose eyes have soften at the sight. âI hope that youâve truly enjoyed today. As I said, it was to thank you for letting me stay here and to show you more of my universe, but primarily because I wanted to spend the day with you. Today, your birthday.â
You gently glide the cake over the counter, the candles flickering. âHappy Birthday, Miguel. I hope your day has been a good one so far and I wish you many, many, many more birthdays to come, blessed with health and happiness.â
âYou - you baked a cake? For me?â Miguel asks softly and slowly, still surprised.
âYes, I hope you like it. I know your preferences, so I baked one with those details in mind,â you reply proudly, so sweetly.
Miguel smiles, his eyes filling up with tears. He clears his throat and looks away to quickly wipe a tear away. Itâs been so long since heâs celebrated his birthday and it feels so nice to have someone remember, someone other than his AI assistant. He walks over, placing the sweatshirt over a chair to look at the wonderful cake.
You swear his smile grows when he sees his name on it in your cute handwriting. He places his hands on the counter, almost like he canât believe it. He clears his throat again. âThank you,â he says softly, another tear slipping down his beautiful chiseled face.
You smile tenderly, noticing Miguelâs teary eyes. You grab a clean linen napkin and come to his side, sitting up on the chair to reach him. He turns to face you and thatâs when you take the opportunity to gently dry his tears like he once did for you. âThere,â you whisper.
âThank you, Dulzura,â Miguel whispers, staring at you, his eyes still tearing up. âIâm sorry. Itâs been a while since I celebrated my birthday.â
You nod, realizing that makes sense. Gabriel has been deceased for several years now and Miguel has kept his birthday a secret at HQ, so no one has had a chance to even wish him a good one. âI know,â you reply and then smile. âFrom now on, if youâll let me⊠Iâd like to celebrate your birthday.â
Miguel nods, a few tears rolling down his face despite himself. You carefully dry them away, being so gentle. Miguel is reminded of how tender you were to him when he was injured, as if he was some delicate thing worth of such treatment. He clears his throat, sniffling quietly.
âYou know, the birthday person shouldnât be crying,â you add, with a playful yet tender smile.
Miguel chuckles, finally calming down a little. âTheyâre happy tears as someone very special to me once said,â he states, looking at you with equal tenderness, if not more.
âHappy tears, hm? I canât argue with that, but still. I rather see you smiling,â you say gently, meaning it.
âSame goes to you,â Miguel replies, remembering the times he has seen you crying. It always tugs at his heart, makes him ache.
âIâll keep that in mind from now on,â you respond, lowering the napkin. You turn to the cake, remembering the candles. You quickly make sure the wax isnât melting severely before turning back to him with a sigh of relief. âI forgot about the candles.â
Miguel chuckles. âThatâs my fault.â He puts himself together. âIâm ready,â he says.
You grin and go around the counter. âLyla, please do the honors.â
Miguelâs eyebrows raise at that before Lyla and you begin to sing happy birthday to him, both in English and Spanish, though you stick to a shorter version of the latter once you notice the candles begin to drip.
While you both sing, Miguel stands in front of the cake grinning at the sight, his gentle heart more than content.
âCha, cha, cha!â Lyla and you add cheering for Miguel, who gives you an endearing smile because you remembered the âcha, cha, chaâ he mentioned on Gabbyâs birthday, a family tradition.
âHappy Birthday, Miguel!â you say, clapping with Lyla. âMake a wish before you blow the candles!â
âIâm ready to take pictures,â Lyla says.
Miguel chuckles and leans down, thinking about his wish. God, it has been so long since heâs done this, since heâs made a birthday wish. He gazes at the beautiful cake youâve baked for him, already knowing that itâll taste amazing. He canât help but look at it with awe since you managed to decorate it as if itâs a record player, the âHappy Birthday, Miguel!!â being the recordâs title. You put so much thought to the cake and that alone makes Miguel want to shed a few tears again, but he focuses on making a birthday wish, or else there will be candle wax on the lovely icing.
He slowly looks up at you, smiling.
âOkay, birthday wish in three⊠two⊠one!â Lyla counts.
Miguel closes his crimson eyes and makes his wish before blowing the candles. He opens his eyes again and looks up at you, smiling, while Lyla and you cheer.
âQueremos pastel, pastel, pastel [we want cake, cake, cake],â you two continue, making Miguel chuckle.
âAlright, alright,â he says, feeling amused, touched, happy â all of the above. âThank you, you two.â
After gathering everything needed to slice the cake and Lyla taking photos of it at Miguelâs gentle request for memories, Miguel cuts the cake and gives you the first slice before serving himself.
âWhat did you wish for, Miguel?â Lyla suddenly asks.
âWhat?â Miguel asks, caught off guard by the question.
âYour birthday wish. What was it?â she asks.
âI donât think - Iâm supposed to share that,â Miguel says, sitting down next to you.
âThe rule is you canât share it, or it wonât happen,â you add.
âAugh, youâll have to tell me if it does come true then, Miguel. Iâm noisy.â
Miguel and you laugh at that, which only makes Lyla playfully roll her eyes. These humans.
âIâll think about it,â Miguel finally says. âFor now, I wonât say anything,â he adds, not taking a chance. His birthday wish is simple, but still, Miguel doesnât want to risk it. He slowly looks over at you while you cut the slice of cake into a smaller bit before eating. If not telling anyone means heâll celebrate his birthday with you every year until his last one, then Miguel wonât tell a soul, not even Gabriel when he visits him at the cemetery. He smiles and turns to his own slice to eat it.
He picks up a piece with his utensil, his eyes closing in delight. The cake is exquisite and unlike anything Miguel has ever had, so much that a little moan of satisfaction escapes from him. âMmm, this is amazing!â
You turn to look at him, hearing the little noise. For some reason, your cheeks feel hot suddenly. You clear your throat and smile, still thinking about it for a few seconds before you push the thought away. âIâm glad you like it. I tried my best!â
âThis is - wow, I think I need a second slice already,â Miguel says, smiling happily.
You chuckle, satisfied that Miguel is enjoying it so much. âItâs your cake, get yourself a second slice,â you reply.
âHey, isnât there a tradition that the birthday person gets some cake on their face?â Lyla asks all of a sudden, floating in front of the two of you. She lays on her stomach and supports her head with both hands with a little mischievous grin.
âYeah,â Miguel replies, looking at the cake. âSome people still push the birthday person into the cake, but the norm now is to simply put a little bit of icing on the personâs nose if theyâre okay with it.â
âOooh,â Lyla responds, gleefully. âShould we have Y/N do it? Have her put a little bit of icing on your nose? For a picture, at least.â
You glance at Miguel just as he looks at you.
âI wouldnât mind, if youâre okay with it,â you say gently.
âIâm not - oppose to it, if you donât mind,â Miguel says at the same time.
At the side, Lylaâs mischievous grin widens. âPerfect!
And so, with a grinning Lyla capturing the moment, you pick up a little bit of icing from the cake with your index fingertip. You turn to Miguel, silently asking if itâs really okay.
Miguel smiles a bit and nods.
Smiling, you gently dab some of the delicious icing on the tip of Miguelâs nose. You pull your hand back and take a good look, giggling softly at the cute sight.
Miguel smiles, his heart leaping with tenderness at your sweet giggle. Lyla, of course, records and takes pictures before Miguel wipes the icing away.
A few minutes later, Lyla watches quietly from the side, smiling. It was no little accident that she revealed Miguelâs birthday. She thought it was time that you knew, time for Miguel to begin celebrating his birthday again after so long.
After all, her boss is no longer alone.
Not anymore.
She hums, hearing you two continue to talk before she shakes her head. You both called her a âprofesional yapperâ some time ago, but here you are, yapping and yapping with each other unlike with anyone else. Lyla grins though, happily taking a few more pictures of her favorite yappers to add to her secret album of photos before flickering away, her mission complete.
âYou know, this is a lot of cake,â Miguel says, looking over at it. âWould you mindâŠâ
âIâm listening,â you say gently, having a feeling you know where this is going.
âItâll be in the spur of the moment, but what if we invite the gang?â Miguel asks, turning to face you. âIs that okay?â
You scoff playfully. âMigs, you donât need to ask me. The cake is yours. Itâs your birthday. If you want to invite them and share, please go ahead.â
And so, half an hour later, Miguelâs kitchen and dining area is occupied and filled with lighthearted conversation and laughter. Despite the late notice, everyone who was able to make it arrived with something in regards to food to celebrate along with the cake you baked.
Surrounded by friends, Miguel subtly smiles to himself.
Itâs nice not to be alone on his birthday.
He turns to face you, finding you at his side, of course. He smiles tenderly at you. It really is nice not to be alone on his birthday. Miguel looks around for a second, noticing that everyone is highly entertained by a story Spider-Man Noir is telling from his dimension.
âHow about cafĂ© de olla [coffee pot] later and maybe⊠a movie?â he asks quietly, almost in a whisper. Hoping.
You grin and nod. âSounds like a plan,â you whisper, catching Miguelâs hidden question in his proposal: spend the night at the penthouse?
You both turn your attention back to the Spider-Man, smiling softly to yourselves.
For the first time in many years, Miguel OâHara doesnât pretend his birthday is a regular and average day nor does he spend it alone. And perhaps, if thereâs such a thing as birthday wishes coming true, itâll be the first of many, many, many more birthdays to come with his best friend at his side.
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A/N: Surprise again! đ€ I wanted to do a birthday chapter for Miguel last year, but I learned too late about it and didn't have time to write one. It didn't make sense anyway since they were still not so... close, hehe! So, I couldn't miss this year's!
I've spent the last two days since part 18 writing and writing and writing to make this possible, and thankfully nothing in my life happened and intervened with my plans đđđŒ Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this one and the last new two chapters!! I appreciate everyone who has reblogged and left sweet comments -- *remembers Lara's wish for both sides of my pillow to be warm tonight, llumetrii's reaction pic with a baseball bat, the majority of readers telling me they either cried or were about to, and the anon ask in my inbox rn saying they're going to draw the "most devious and diabolical emo angst art" and to watch my back after part 19*... thank you!! đ„°đđ€
As always, comments and/or reblogs are greatly appreciated, so if you enjoyed this one, show it some love and I might just let Miguel and Dulzura kiss nex- just kidding, but what if? Nah, I'm just kidding, but we're so much closer to those days. I've found myself thinking about it more and more and !!! I wish I could tell you my plans but I cannot, pookies đ€
That's all, thank you so much guys!!
Alondraâ€ïž p.s. can we talk about Stan Lee's cameo? I was literally so surprised to see him there, too (no, like, the way I was writing that scene and he just came to mind out of nowhere?? I had a lot of fun with that scene), but he def knew what he was talking about sjskjkdj wise man!! đââïž
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business proposal (ì ìì) â kim seokjin (êčìì§)
â§.* 18+
a closer look reveals the hidden multitude of narcissists roaming freely across the earth. they moved through life as ordinary figuresâdoctors, lawyersâsharing the same vulnerability of human blood. yet, there lingered a belief in their superiority, an unspoken arrogance. among them, businessmen appeared to embody that conceit most profoundly.
kim enterprises had the value of 1.5 billion won. a leading technology firm specializing in cutting-edge ai solutions and smart home devices. founded on the principles of advancing human-technology synergy, the company designs state-of-the-art gadgets that seamlessly integrate with daily life. under the visionary leadership of kim seokjin, the presidentâs son, the company has gained a reputation for pushing boundaries and setting new industry standards. currently, it lies at the forefront of revolutionizing smart technology, with a diverse portfolio ranging from intelligent automation systems to next-generation personal assistants.
impressive, really. it'd have been much more impressive if he was as likeable as his company. he was a narcissist in the purest form, no matter how much he cared for the company and his employees. only because no care would amount to the kind he put into himself.
the company had been running smoothly under his care for nine years, as his father had fallen ill and was unable to sustain it on his own. he knew he was making the right decision when he deemed seokjin the next heir, the next in control. he was smart, charming, persuasive. he knew every corner and end of a business deal, how to tie the knots and when to cut off loose ends.
âkim, itâs a pleasure to finally meet you in person. i must say, kim enterprises has been on our radar for quite some time.â seokjin shook his hand firmly, returning the smile. âthe pleasure is mine, james. i've been following your companyâs progress closely as well. itâs impressive how youâve carved out a niche in ai development.â
jamesâs eyes lit up. âthank you. weâre particularly interested in your smart home integration systems. from what i understand, your latest model has seen a significant uptick in market share.â seokjinâs smile widened, âyes, our quantum series has been a game-changer. weâve seen a 30% increase in market penetration over the past year. the integration of adaptive ai has really resonated with consumers, allowing for a more intuitive user experience.â
james nodded, clearly pleased. âexactly. thatâs why weâre keen on a partnership. our research indicates that your technology complements our upcoming product line perfectly. what terms are you envisioning for this deal?â seokjin considered the question thoughtfully. âgiven the scope of the integration and the potential for cross-promotion, iâd suggest a revenue-sharing model. we propose a 60-40 split in favor of kim enterprises for the first two years. this would allow us to leverage your distribution network while providing you with a substantial stake in the revenue generated.â
james raised an eyebrow, thoughtful. âthatâs a fair proposition. but considering the development and marketing costs, how about adjusting the split to 50-50 initially, with a performance-based adjustment thereafter?â seokjin weighed the offer, then nodded. âi see your point. letâs compromise at 55-45, with a performance review after the first year to reassess the terms. we can draft a detailed agreement to reflect this.â
jamesâs expression softened into one of admiration. âagreed. your understanding of both the technology and market dynamics is impressive, kim. itâs clear youâve put a lot of thought into this.â
seokjinâs eyes sparkled with resolve. âthank you, james. i believe in building partnerships that are beneficial for both sides. our goal is not just to expand our market presence but to also deliver exceptional value through innovative collaborations.â james raised his glass with a smile. âwell said. i look forward to working with you. letâs toast to a successful partnership.â
he truly was a natural, he knew exactly what to say and how to say it. however, even if he was reluctant to admit it, he couldn't have done it on his own.
you navigated the room with a calm, poised demeanor, your sharp eyes scanning for any potential issues or tasks that needed attention. you approached seokjin with a subtle nod, a tablet in hand. he acknowledged the gesture, his eyes flickering with appreciation. âiâve just received the finalized draft of the agreement,â you said quietly, sliding the tablet over to him. âi made sure to include the revised revenue split and the performance review clause you discussed with james.â
he glanced at the document, his expression approving. âperfect timing. youâve captured all the necessary details. thanks for handling this so efficiently.â james, intrigued, looked at you. âi must say, itâs clear that you play a crucial role in ensuring everything runs smoothly. your attention to detail must be invaluable.â
you smiled modestly. âthank you, james. itâs my job to make sure that the priorities are met and that every aspect of our deal is thoroughly managed. itâs a pleasure to contribute to the success of our partnerships.â as you stepped back, you made a quick call to coordinate a follow-up meeting with the legal team, ensuring that all paperwork would be processed without delay. your presence was a testament to the meticulous planning that underpinned seokjin's success.
although he was the brains behind the operation, you were the one that made sure the operation was in action. you coordinated all of his appointments and travel arrangements, handled all of his phone calls, drafted all of the reports and presentations, organized all of the meetings, supported all of the projects, and so much more. you were good at your job, and you loved it.
it was one of the many reasons why that same night, in the back of seokjin's limo, he had met your words with a look of horror displayed on his face. you remained stoic as you adjusted the hem of your dress, pushing your hair past your shoulder before meeting his gaze once more. âyou want to quit?â you nodded in confirmation. the question itself held more shock than intended, but he couldn't help it. your announcement had put a dent in the night. you had been his left hand for exactly nine years and, out of the blue, you had announced that you were ready to leave the company.
the city lights blurred past the windows as you sat in the back of seokjin's sleek, black limousine. the leather seats were soft beneath you, but there was tension in the air that makes you sit a little straighter, hands folded tightly in your lap. seokjin was beside you, scrolling through his phone with a practiced ease, oblivious to the storm brewing in your mind.
âit's personal,â you explained, trying to keep your tone even. âi have some matters in my life that need my full attention right now.â he stared at you, disbelief etched on his features. âafter nine years? just like that?â
âi'm sorry,â you said, your heart aching with each word. âbut it's something i have to do.â seokjin's jaw tightened, but he nodded curtly. âif that's your decision, i won't stand in your way.â the rest of the ride passed in heavy silence, the atmosphere between you both laden with unspoken words and shared sorrow. you could only gaze at the fleeting cars through the window, oblivious to the hurt etched into what was supposed to be his stoic expression.
that night, he found himself tossing and turning in his grand, empty bed. sleep eluded him, chased away by a persistent nightmare. in it, he saw a woman with long, black hair, her back always turned to him. no matter how much he called out and cried, she never looked back, slipping further away with each step. he woke up in a cold sweat, the image of the woman haunting him. the clock beside his bed read that it was only four o'clock. frustrated and unsettled, he spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the sense of impending loss.
the following morning, he stood in front of the mirror in his expansive bedroom, the morning light filtering through the curtains. his shirt was buttoned, but his tie lies undone around his neck. he waited, as he always did, for you. when you arrived, your expression was composed, professional. "good morning, vice chairman."
he nodded, his eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror. âmorning, secretary (y/n).â you stepped forward, deftly tying his tie with practiced hands, the sound of your name stinging more than necessary. the proximity, once a simple part of your routine, now felt charged with the weight of your impending departure.
he gazed at himself in the mirror, his ego surfacing as a way to mask his vulnerability. âdo you see that? the beauty?â you glanced at the mirror, assuming he meant the sunlight casting a golden glow across the room. âyes, the sunrise is beautiful.â a faint smirk touched his lips. âno, not the sunrise. me. my aura.â
you suppressed a sigh, knowing that it was nothing but the the standard for him. âyes, very dazzling, vice chairman.â satisfied, he turned away from the mirror and straightened his suit jacket. âlet's go. we have breakfast at my parents' house.â
the drive to the kim family estate was quiet, the earlier tension replaced by a heavy resignation. seokjin's family home was grand, an imposing structure surrounded by meticulously maintained gardens. inside, you were greeted by his mother, her warm smile a stark contrast to the austere demeanor of the chairman. âgood morning, hyeon. (y/n), it's always a pleasure to see you.â
âgood morning, mother,â seokjin replied, his tone polite yet distant. the chairman nodded at you both, his presence commanding respect. âlet's eat.â
breakfast was a formal affair, the table laden with an array of traditional dishes. conversation was polite, centered around business and family matters. seokjin's parents were unaware of your decision to leave, and you caught seokjin's gaze more than once, a silent understanding passing between you. as the meal progressed, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. that world, so intertwined with his, had been your life for nearly a decade. leaving it behind wouldn't be easy.
breakfast ended, and the chairman suggested that he and his son retire to the study room for a private discussion. you followed his mother to the sitting room, where she invited you to join her for tea. she was a gracious host, her demeanor warm and inviting. âhow have you been, sweetheart? it feels like forever since we had a proper chat,â she said, pouring tea into delicate porcelain cups.
you smiled, taking the offered cup. âi've been well, mrs. kim. thank you.â her eyes sparkled with curiosity. âtell me, what do you think about my hyeon? he talks about you often.â
you paused, considering your words carefully. you knew she was an older lady, so you didn't question the way she misnamed him. her memory had probably grown shabby. âhe's an exceptional leader, very dedicated to his work. it's been an honor to work with him.â she nodded, her smile widening. âyes, he's always been very driven. but tell me, is my son seeing anyone? he never mentions these things to me.â
you shook your head. âdespite all the girls around him, he's not dating anyone.â mrs. kim's eyes widened in horror. âhe's notâ gay, is he?â
you stifled a laugh, shaking your head again. âno, mrs. kim, he's not. he's just very focused on his work.â she sighed in relief, placing a hand over her heart. âthank goodness. it would be wonderful for him to finally get a girlfriend. he's not getting any younger, you know.â you couldn't help but wonder at her words. the idea of him with someone else felt oddly unsettling.
in the study room, seokjin's father, chairman kim, sat behind an imposing oak desk, his expression stern. âi heard a rumor, seokjin. (y/n) is quitting?â his jaw tightened, but he met his father's gaze steadily. âit's true. but i won't let it happen.â
chairman kim raised an eyebrow. âand how do you plan to stop it?â seokjin's voice was firm. âi'll find a way to convince her to stay. she's indispensable to me.â
a moment of silence passed before chairman kim's lips twitched into a faint smile. âare you dating her?â seokjin blinked, momentarily taken aback. âno, father, i'm not.â
the chairman feigned a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest. âoh, i feel faint. my son, the great seokjin, not dating his perfect secretary.â he rolled his eyes, a rare display of exasperation. âi've seen your medical records, father. you're perfectly healthy.â
chairman kim waved a dismissive hand. âyou should do your father a favor and find a wife, give us grandchildren. it's time you settled down.â seokjin sighed, the weight of his father's words lingering. he had never been in a relationship, and neither had you. it was one of the reasons you knew you had to quit. your life revolved around your work, as did his. only, you weren't satisfied with that. it wasn't that he wasn't attracted to anybody, because he was, but nothing mattered more than his craft. he felt off about women touching him, in any case. it made him anxious, and brought up memories he fought to keep hidden.
you and seokjin departed for the office, the morning sun casting long shadows across the driveway as the car pulled away from the estate. the ride was initially silent, both of you lost in thought. he finally broke the silence, âwhat exactly did you mean by personal matters?â his tone was careful, almost hesitant.
you turned to him, offering a small smile. âi'm looking to settle down, vice chairman. i want to get married, have children.â he fell silent, the weight of your words settling over him. the rest of the ride to the office was steeped in an unusual quiet, your declaration hanging in the air like a specter.
upon arriving at the office, he moved through the halls in a daze. his usual commanding presence seemed diminished, his mind clearly elsewhere. he entered his office, finding his younger intern already there. âgood morning, vice chairman,â jungkook greeted cheerfully, his youthful energy a contrast to seokjin's subdued demeanor.
he barely acknowledged him, slumping into his chair. jungkook, sensing something was off, leaned forward with a curious smile. âyou look like you've seen a ghost. what's up?â seokjin rubbed his temples, sighing. âit's secretary (l/n). she wants to quit.â
jungkook raised an eyebrow. âoh? did you try offering her a promotion, bigger pay, fewer working hours?â he nodded in response. âi did. she dismissed it all. said she wants to settle down, get married, have children.â
jungkook's eyes twinkled with mischief. âand that shocked you?â seokjin glared at him, but his grin remained unshaken. âwhy does it bother you so much, vice chairman? do you like her more than just a secretary?â the question lingered in the air, met with silence. his mind raced, trying to comprehend why your decision affected him so deeply. he couldn't deny the pang of jealousy at the thought of you with someone else, starting a life that didn't include him.
jungkook leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. âmaybe it's time to ask yourself why her leaving matters so much to you.â he remained quiet, lost in thought. How could marriage and a family be more important than the bond you shared with him? the realization struck him hardâperhaps it wasn't just about losing an exceptional secretary. maybe, just maybe, it was about losing you.
a knock on the door disrupted the tense silence between the two men. you entered, carrying a tray with a steaming pot of tea and three cookies on the side, exactly how seokjin liked it. the aroma of the tea briefly lightened the atmosphere. he looked up, his expression softening momentarily at the sight of you. âthank you, secretary (l/n).â
you placed the tray on the table, pouring a cup of tea for him and setting it in on his desk. âi've sent out emails looking for a future secretary. one of the primary candidates is on her way.â jungkook observed the way his face twisted with hurt at your words. despite the pain evident in his eyes, seokjin maintained his composure. âjoin us while we wait for her.â
you nodded, taking a seat beside the young intern. the room fell into an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the ticking of the clock. seokjin sipped his tea, the familiar taste doing little to ease his troubled mind.
a few minutes later, the door opened, and a young woman entered. she had a bright, cheerful demeanor, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. âhello, i'm jung keulgi. it's an honor to be here.â seokjin straightened, adopting his usual authoritative posture. âmiss jung, are you ready to devote yourself to a perfect company?â she beamed. âabsolutely! i'm very excited for this opportunity.â
you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the narcissistic question. âare you prepared to handle working for someone with an ego as big as the company?â keulgi sensed the underlying tension but maintained her cheerful facade. âi'm sure i'll manage.â
seokjin continued, his tone growing sharper. âwill you stay devoted instead of quitting due to silly things like personal matters?â the tension in the room escalated. you snapped, unable to hold back any longer. âare you done, vice chairman?â
his eyes flashed with anger. âabout as done as you are, secretary (l/n).â keulgi, clearly uncomfortable but trying to stay positive, interjected softly, âif you hire me, i'll do my best.â
seokjin didn't take his eyes off you as he replied, âyou're hired.â as he turned to you, his voice was cold and demanding. âyou have a month to turn her into your carbon copy. after that, do as you please.â the room fell silent once more as the weight of his words settled over you. keulgi glanced between you and him, her cheerful demeanor now tinged with apprehension.
he stood, signaling the end of the meeting. âthat will be all for now. welcome to kim enterprises, miss jung.â she nodded, offering a hesitant smile. âthank you, vice chairman.â
as she left the room, you remained seated, the gravity of your situation sinking in. seokjin's harsh command echoed in your mind, a painful reminder of the rift that had formed between you. jungkook, sensing the need for a distraction, cleared his throat. âwell, this is going to be interesting.â
seokjin shot him a glare. âyou're dismissed, jungkook.â with a playful salute, he left the room, leaving you and him alone once more. the silence was heavy, filled with the unspoken emotions and unresolved tension. he finally broke the silence, his voice softer but still edged with hurt. âyou can have the rest of the day off.â
you glanced up at him in disbelief, but you weren't willing to argue any further. all you could do was nod and bow before leaving the room. he was alone, once more. he couldn't do anything but watch as you left, gulping as if to hold himself back from calling out your name. you could train all the candidates in the world, yet it would never be the same.
you stood at your kitchen sink, washing the last of the dinner dishes as the sun set, casting a warm orange glow through the window. the evening was peaceful, the kind of tranquility you had been craving. as you dried your hands and prepared to head to bed, the sudden blare of a car horn startled you. peeking out the window, you saw seokjin standing next to his sleek black car, looking up at your house.
heart pounding with a mix of surprise and curiosity, you hurried outside. âvice chairman? is everything okay?â he shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. âno emergencies, secretary (l/n). i just needed to see you.â you frowned, puzzled. âat this hour? what's so urgent?â
his eyes locked onto yours, intense and searching. âare you serious about quitting to settle down?â you nodded, feeling a familiar pang of sadness. âi am. i'm ready to put all my attention on a relationship.â
his expression shifted, the gravity of your words sinking in. he took a deep breath, and then, to your astonishment, he did the unthinkable. he dropped to one knee and pulled out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a dazzling diamond ring.
âmarry me, secretary (l/n). i'm rich, handsome, and more than capable of giving you everything you want.â you stared at him, completely taken aback. his usual confidence seemed both reassuring and out of place in this moment. he continued, his voice earnest, almost pleading. âi'm perfect for you. accept my proposal.â
his words hung in the air as you tried to process what was happening. finally, you leaned in close, your face inches from his, and inhaled deeply. seokjin's heart stopped, anticipation flickering in his eyes. but instead of a kiss, you pulled back, your expression skeptical.
âare you drunk, vice chairman?â he blinked, clearly taken aback. âno, i'm sober. i'm serious.â
you laughed softly, shaking your head. âi believe you. but vice chairman, i don't want a perfect life with a perfect man. i just want to be with an ordinary guy from an ordinary family.â his face fell, his confident facade crumbling. âwhy not me? i'm perfect!â
you smiled, despite the annoyance of his narcissistic words clawing at your nerves, and you chose the easy way out. assuring him that he was nothing but flawless was the only way to get him to stop talking about it. âthat's exactly why. you deserve someone who sees you that way, but it's not me.â the rejection hung heavy between you as you turned and walked back into your house, leaving him kneeling in the fading light.
the following day, he recounted the entire incident to jungkook, who listened with wide eyes. when he finally finished, the intern burst into laughter, unable to contain himself despite the glares from his boss.
âvice chairman, you can't just propose out of the blue like that, this isn't the eighteenth century,â jungkook said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
his frown deepened, but he couldn't argue with jungkook's logic. âso, what should i have done, then?â he shrugged, still grinning. âmaybe start by asking her on a date? get to know her outside of work. build a relationship first. you can't skip straight to marriage, no matter how perfect you think you are.â
the elder mulled over his words, realizing the truth in them. he had acted impulsively, driven by a fear of losing you, but dating? he was actively unfamiliar with the entire thing. in fact, he thought it was pointless. nothing but a waste of time, but if it meant stopping you from quitting, maybe it was wasting time in the best way possible.
you sat in your office, typing away at your computer, but your mind kept drifting back to the previous night. the image of your boss on one knee, his earnest proposal, and your subsequent rejection played on a loop in your head. the weight of your decision and its implications loomed large.
âhey, (y/n),â a familiar voice broke through your thoughts. you looked up to see kim namjoon, the head of finances, standing at your desk. his expression was a mix of concern and curiosity. âis it true? are you really leaving?â you offered him a kind smile and nodded. âyes, namjoon. it's true.â
the news seemed to ripple through the office. baekhyun and sooyoung, who were nearby, immediately voiced their protests. âyou can't be serious!â baekhyun exclaimed, his usually cheerful demeanor clouded with disappointment. sooyoung nodded vigorously. âyeah, you've been here forever! what are we going to do without you?â
keulgi, who had been quietly observing, chimed in. âi've heard so much about your amazing work. it's going to be hard to fill your shoes.â you felt a pang of guilt but tried to reassure them with a smile on your face. âwe'll all stay in touch. it's not like i'm disappearing.â
sooyoung then brightened, a mischievous glint in her eye. âhow about we have a dinner after work? to welcome keulgi and to honor your nine years of hard work.â you hesitated, not wanting to make a big deal out of your departure. but keulgi's encouraging smile swayed you. âcome on, it would be nice.â with a reluctant smile, you agreed.
the moment was cut short as the door to the office opened and seokjin walked in. the room fell silent, all eyes turning to him. he let the silence hang for a moment before speaking, his gaze locked onto yours. âam i invited to this dinner as well?â the tension was palpable. baekhyun hesitated before responding, glancing around at the others. âof course, vice chairman. you're welcome to join us.â
seokjin's smile was tight as he nodded. âvery well. i'll see you all there.â he left the room as suddenly as he had entered, leaving your heart heavy with unspoken emotions. namjoon broke the silence, his tone light but his words carrying weight. âis it just me, or did it suddenly get cold in here?â the others murmured their agreement, exchanging glances.
âi don't know what's going on,â baekhyun said, shaking his head. âbut he's been awfully on edge lately.â you remained silent, the weight of your decision and seokjin's reaction pressing heavily on your mind. the upcoming dinner promised to be an eventful one, but you couldn't shake the feeling that it would also be pivotal in the worst way possible.
you stood in front of your mirror, giving yourself a once-over. you had opted for a casual outfit, perfect for the laid-back atmosphere of the local barbeque spot where your colleagues were hosting your farewell dinner. just as you were adjusting your hair, a loud honk interrupted your thoughts. curiosity piqued, you peered out the window to see none other than seokjin, leaning against his car, looking as out of place in your neighborhood as a peacock in a flock of pigeons.
you opened the window and leaned out. âwhat are you doing here?â he glanced up, a smirk playing on his lips. âi'm not here to propose again, if that's what you're worried about. i'm here to pick you up.â your eyebrows shot up in surprise, âwhy?â
âisn't it so ordinary of me to go with my coworkers?â he replied, clearly pleased with himself. you shook your head, amusement dancing in your eyes. âyes, well done, vice chairman. give me a minute.â
you grabbed your bag and headed downstairs. as you stepped outside, you noticed his attireâan expensive suit that screamed high-end fashion. you stifled a laugh, knowing he would stand out like a sore thumb at the spot you had all agreed on. nonetheless, you entertained his gesture and got into the car. the drive was filled with light conversation, mostly about work and the upcoming transition. despite the casual nature of the evening, you could sense his effort to blend in, which you found oddly endearing. when you arrived at the restaurant, the familiar scent of grilled meat and beer wafted through the air, making seokjin's face contort in mild disgust. you chuckled at his reaction. âwelcome to the real world, vice chairman.â
inside, your colleagues greeted you warmly, their eyes widening in surprise when they saw their boss. he maintained his composure, though you could see his discomfort. at the table, he attempted to take charge. âwhat's everyone drinking?â he asked, clearly expecting a sophisticated answer. âperhaps an old variation of whisky?â
a stunned silence fell over the group, everyone staring at him in disbelief. you nervously laughed. âthey only serve beer and soju here, vice chairman.â for a moment, you expected him to bristle at the lack of his preferred drink. instead, he stifled a sigh and nodded. âbeer it is, then.â
as the evening progressed, you found yourself reminiscing. it had been nine years since you first joined kim enterprises, and you vividly remembered celebrating your first day in this very spot. you were drinking beer when a younger seokjin had approached you, his demeanor confident and slightly arrogant. âdo you know who i am?â he'd asked, and you'd honestly had no clue. little did you know back then just how egotistical he was.
now, years later, you watched him attempt to navigate this ordinary setting. as the night wore on, you noticed the subtle signs of him getting tipsy. his cheeks flushed, his laughter louder and more uninhibited. eventually, you decided it was time to call it a night. âi think i should take him home,â you said, standing up.
your colleagues protested, but you promised to make it up to them. they relented, and you guided a slightly unsteady seokjin to his car. the drive to his house was quiet, his head leaning back against the seat, eyes half-closed.
when you arrived, you helped him inside, supporting his weight as you guided him to his bedroom. you gently eased him onto the bed, intending to leave as soon as he was settled. but just as you were about to turn away, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you down onto the bed. you fell on top of him, your faces inches apart. his eyes, though slightly glazed, held a seriousness that made your heart race. âpretty ordinary of me to get drunk off beer, right?â he slurred, a lazy smile on his lips. your breath caught in your throat. âyes, very ordinary.â
âthank you, secretary (l/n),â he mumbled, his eyes closing. he fell asleep almost instantly, his grip on your wrist loosening. you stayed there for a moment, your heart pounding, before carefully tucking him in. you watched him for a few seconds longer, your emotions a whirlwind. finally, you tore yourself away, quietly leaving his house and heading home, your mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings you couldn't quite name.
the following morning, you arrived at the office early, keen to begin the handover process with keulgi. the usual hustle and bustle of the workplace greeted you, but today there was an undercurrent of anticipation and anxiety. it was the beginning of your final month at kim enterprises, and you wanted to ensure everything transitioned smoothly.
as you were explaining the intricacies of the office dynamics to keulgi, seokjin entered, looking visibly worse for wear. he massaged his temples, clearly nursing a headache from the previous night. you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. you followed him into his office, where he promptly sank into his chair, wincing slightly.
âgood morning, vice chairman,â you greeted, trying to keep your tone professional despite your concern. âmorning,â he muttered, barely looking up.
despite your concern, you exited the office, re-joining keulgi in order to show her around. âso, these are the folders you'll need to keep track ofâclient files, project updates, and financial reports. everything is color-coded for easy access. emails are prioritized into high, medium, and low urgency. make sure to flag anything that needs immediate attention.â
she nodded, absorbing the information. âgot it. and what about his schedule?â you handed her a tablet with his meticulously planned itinerary. âhis schedule is very tight. make sure to coordinate with all department heads and external partners. he's very particular about his meetings being on time.â
as you continued the walkthrough, keulgi mentioned, âoh, by the way, i noticed one of the legs on his chair was falling apart, so i put it together with some cables.â your eyes widened in shock, âwhat kind of cables?â
ârubber cables,â she replied, confusion etched on her face at your reaction. your heart sank. without another word, you rushed into seokjin's office, your pulse racing. the sight that greeted you confirmed your worst fears. he was on the floor, shaking, his head in his hands, his entire demeanor shattered.
âvice chairman!â you cried out, rushing to his side. âi'm so sorry, she didn't knowââ he didn't respond, his breathing erratic. you quickly reached for the chair and cut off the rubber cables. the moment they were gone, his shaking subsided, though his face remained pale and his expression haunted. keulgi, realizing the gravity of the situation, joined in the apologies, her voice frantic. âi'm so sorry, vice chairman. i didn't knowââ
seokjin's gaze was ice cold as he finally looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and something you couldn't quite place. âis this how you're carrying out your duties, secretary (l/n)?â you stood there, stunned and silent. the warmth and camaraderie of the previous night seemed like a distant memory. his words cut through you like a knife, and for the first time, you had no response.
seokjin struggled to his feet, regaining his composure with great effort. âleave,â he commanded quietly, the tension in his voice unmistakable. you and keulgi hurried out of the office, the weight of the incident heavy on your shoulders. outside, you tried to reassure her, but the shock of your boss's reaction lingered.
inside his office, he sat down once again, burying his face in his hands. he mentally cursed himself for his harsh words. his eyes fell on the rubber cables now discarded in the trash can, and a shudder ran through him. memories he'd fought to bury resurfaced, and he struggled to push them back down. the trauma, long kept at bay, clawed its way to the surface. he knew he had overreacted, and he hated himself for it. he had to apologize to you, but the thought of facing you after what had just happened seemed insurmountable. how could he explain the depth of his fear, the reason for his reaction? for now, he could only sit there, the remnants of his vulnerability on display, hoping he hadn't irrevocably damaged the fragile relationship he had with you.
he sat behind his expansive mahogany desk, its polished surface reflecting the ambient light filtering through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows of his office. the cityscape of seoul lay sprawled out behind him, but his attention was far from the view. instead, his eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the stack of documents in front of him. his mind was elsewhere, fixated on the conversation he'd had with his intern just days ago.
jungkook, seated opposite to him with his laptop open, was discussing the final preparations for the launch of their new art gallery. the young intern's enthusiasm was palpable, his voice animated as he detailed the latest developments, the artists who had confirmed their participation, and the final touches needed for the grand opening. but despite his energetic briefing, seokjin's mind kept wandering back to a single, pivotal point in their earlier exchange.
âyou can't just propose out of the blue,â jungkook had laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. âyou need to take it slow. ask her out on a date first.â
seokjin's usually sharp mind was dulled by the weight of those words. proposing had seemed like a logical solution to him. a clear, decisive action to keep you from leaving. but now, in the wake of jungkook's advice, he realized how absurd it must have seemed. how uncharacteristically rash and desperate. the thought of asking you out on a date, a simple date, felt strangely daunting.
âvice chairman? are you listening?â jungkook's voice cut through his reverie, pulling him back to the present. he blinked, forcing his attention back to his intern. âyes, jungkook. i'm listening. the galleryââ he trailed off, struggling to find the thread of their conversation.
he raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips. âthe gallery launch is on track. but you don't seem very interested today. is something on your mind?â he sighed in response, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. he prided himself on his composed and unflappable demeanor, but today, he felt anything but. âit's nothing. just some personal matters, as some would say.â he couldn't bare to focus on the project at hand. no, in fact, he was ready to execute a project of his own.
the soft hum of conversation and clinking of cutlery filled the air as you and your friends settled into a cozy corner booth at a chic restaurant. the atmosphere was relaxed, with warm lighting and comfortable seating that made it perfect for a catch-up lunch. your girlfriends were animated and full of news, and you found yourself caught between genuine happiness for them and a pang of wistful longing.
one of your friends, jiho, was regaling the table with stories about her recent wedding. her eyes sparkled with joy as she described the ceremony, the heartfelt vows, and the beautiful reception. you smiled and applauded her enthusiasm, but inside, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. the idea of finding such happiness seemed elusive, and your heart ached slightly at the thought.
âyou're going to love being married,â jiho said, her voice full of contentment. "itâs just wonderful." you nodded, offering a supportive smile. âi'm so happy for you, jiho. it sounds like it was a perfect day.â
as she continued sharing details, your other friend, minji, leaned in, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. âspeaking of perfect days,â she began, âi have something to tell you. my husbandâs friend saw your profile on social media and, well, heâs been asking about you.â
your heart skipped a beat. minji's husband had been a close friend of yours for years, but you had no idea who the friend in question was. the idea of someone from his circle showing interest was both flattering and daunting. âwhatâs he like?â you asked cautiously. minji grinned. âheâs a nice guy, charming and successful. i think youâd get along. how about we set up a blind date?â
you hesitated. the idea of a blind date was daunting, but the prospect of meeting someone new, especially someone vetted by friends, was appealing. you glanced at your friends' eager faces and took a deep breath. âokay, iâll do it.â minji clapped her hands excitedly. âgreat! i'll set it up and let you know the details.â
just as the conversation shifted to wedding anecdotes and dating possibilities, a cheerful waitress approached your table with a friendly smile. âexcuse me, ladies,â she said. âweâre conducting a survey to improve our service and, in exchange, weâd like to offer you a free appetizer. would you be interested?â your friends, always up for a little extra perk, agreed enthusiastically, and you followed suit. the waitress handed over a clipboard with a short survey and left to fetch the appetizer.
thu looked over the questions with mild curiosity. the first asked, âideal date spot with your significant other?â the second, âideal activities with significant other?â and the last, âideal gift given by significant other?â you answered thoughtfully, trying to balance your idealistic dreams with the reality of your current situation. as you finished filling out the survey and handed it back to the waitress, you felt a slight nagging sense of familiarity with the tone of the questions. they seemed familiarly bosay and demanding, almost like they were trying to gauge your relationship ideals with a hint of urgency. but you brushed off the feeling, focusing instead on the excitement of the impending blind date and the lively conversation with your friends.
in the dimly lit rec room of seokjin's luxurious house, the soft clack of pool balls punctuated the otherwise quiet evening. jungkook lounged on the leather sofa, his gaze fixed on him, who was confidently taking shots at the pool table with practiced ease. the game seemed to serve as a backdrop for their conversation, but jungkook's attention was focused on the stack of papers spread out on the coffee table.
âyou did what?â his voice was a mix of incredulity and disbelief as he stared at the surveys before him. the questions and answers were neatly recorded on the forms, and jungkook couldn't believe what he was seeing. seokjin, with a proud smirk, took another shot, his movements graceful and deliberate. âi paid the restaurant to hand out those surveys,â he said, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. âi wanted to see what kind of answer i'd get. and now, i need you to find the one with her name on it.â
jungkookâs eyebrows shot up in shock. âyouâre seriously crazy, this is way over the top.â ignoring the incredulous glares from his elder, he picked up the stack of surveys and began sifting through them. his hands moved quickly, flipping through each paper as he muttered under his breath. âthis is insane. what are you trying to accomplish?â
seokjin, meanwhile, remained focused on his game, the smirk never leaving his face. his confidence was unwavering, but jungkook could sense a trace of anxious anticipation beneath the surface. after what felt like an eternity to him, he finally spotted the survey with your name. he held it up, slightly hesitant. âhere it is. this is the one.â
his eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and triumph. he rushed over, snatching the paper from his hands with a deft movement. his gaze was fixed on the survey, and as he read through your answers, his smirk broadened into a genuine, if somewhat smug, smile.
âhow childish,â he remarked aloud, his voice laced with a blend of amusement and satisfaction. he began reading your responses aloud with a playful tone. âideal date spot: an amusement park. ideal activities: rides, very charming. ideal gift: a teddy bear.â jungkook watched, his initial skepticism replaced by bemused curiosity. âseriously? youâre actually taking this seriously?â he had never been more serious.
the call came just after you wrapped up your brief lunch with your friends, the sound of seokjinâs voice crackling through the speaker, urgent and commanding. âyou need to meet me immediately,â he said, his tone brooking no argument. he gave you the coordinates, and you found yourself driving across town with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. arriving at the amusement park, you were surprised to see it eerily quiet and closed for the night. you sat on a bench near the entrance, trying to piece together what he could have possibly wanted in such an unconventional setting. the minutes ticked by slowly until seokjin finally appeared, stepping out of the darkness with his usual confident stride.
âwhatâs going on?â you asked, rising from the bench to meet him. âwhy did you bring me here?â his eyes twinkled with a secretive glint. âweâre going to be here for the night. i have a âfree pass,â so to speak.â
you blinked, puzzled. âa free pass? but the park is closed.â seokjin simply smiled, taking your hand and leading you towards the entrance. âjust follow me.â
as you walked through the empty park, the moonlight casting long shadows across the deserted grounds, you couldnât help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. he guided you to one of the rollercoasters, and despite your protests, he insisted on riding it first. the rollercoaster roared to life, and as you climbed higher and higher, your heart raced with a blend of thrill and terror. when the ride finally came to a stop, you were visibly shaken, your hands still gripping the safety bar as if it were your lifeline.
he turned to you, his face stoic but his eyes searching. âdid you have fun?â you hesitated, your voice trembling. âit was fun, i guess.â
he raised an eyebrow, sensing your unease. âwhy do you seem so hesitant?â you sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed. âit was too scary. i wasnât expecting it to be so intense.â he looked at you with a mixture of concern and amusement. âthen why did you go on it?â
âbecause you asked me to,â you admitted. a smile curved his lips, and he quickly shifted gears. âalright then, letâs go on rides you want to enjoy.â your face lit up with relief and excitement. you led him towards the merry-go-round, and as the ride spun in gentle circles, you felt a wave of childhood nostalgia. you waved enthusiastically, feeling the pure joy of the moment. he watched you, his gaze softening as he took in your happiness.
the merry-go-round went around seven times, and as you disembarked, you couldnât stop smiling. seokjin then guided you into the parkâs restaurant. to your surprise, the place was completely empty.
âwhatâs all of this?â you asked, glancing around in awe. he shrugged casually. âi rented everything out for the night. consider it a going-away present.â
your heart fluttered at his gesture. âthank you, vice chairman.â he smiled, slicing a steak and placing it in front of you. as you dug into the meal, he glanced at you with genuine interest. âwhy did you enjoy the merry-go-round so much?â
you hesitated, then opened up. âit was one of my favorite rides as a child. i used to watch it from afar, because my parents never had the money to let me actually ride it.â hiw expression softened, a shadow of sadness crossing his face. âi'm sorry to hear that.â
the meal continued in a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional clinking of cutlery. after you finished, hw told you there was one more surprise. âjust be patient,â he said with a hint of mischief in his eyes. curious, you followed him outside to a spot overlooking the sea. As you waited, the crackling sound of fireworks filled the air, bursting into vibrant colors against the night sky. your eyes widened with delight as you watched the display.
âisnât it pretty?â you asked, turning to seokjin. his gaze was fixed on you, not the fireworks. âbeautiful,â he replied, his voice low and sincere.
the car ride back was filled with a charged silence. as you stared out the window, a memory of the survey and its bossy tone flashed in your mind. you turned to Seokjin, your eyes wide with realization. he looked at you with a smug smile, clearly enjoying the surprise. before you could ask more, the car pulled up to your home. he exited and opened your door, handing you a large, stuffed teddy bear from the trunk. you were overwhelmed with gratitude and, in a moment of pure joy, you hugged your boss tightly.
to your astonishment, he hugged you back, his embrace warm and reassuring. as you pulled away, both of you were so close. too close for comfort. you knew better, stopping yourself as you glanced at the time. âitâs getting late,â you said softly. he nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. âgood night. i'll see you in the morning.â
the morning sun streamed through your bedroom window, casting a gentle glow over the room as you prepared for another day at work. you had almost forgotten about the stuffed teddy bear seokjin had gifted you the night before. as you reached for it, something shifted inside its pocket. curiosity piqued, you reached in and pulled out a small, elegant box.
opening it carefully, you found a delicate silver necklace inside. the intricate design and glint of the metal took your breath away. you were momentarily stunned, not expecting such a thoughtful gift. after a moment of hesitation, you decided to keep the necklace. you slipped it into your pocket, planning to wear it later.
at the office, you settled at your desk, the necklace still weighing on your mind. as you worked, you fished it out of your pocket and admired it, the silver catching the light. unbeknownst to you, he was watching from his office across the hall. his gaze softened as he observed you, a small, admiring smile on his lips. the sight of you, glowing with a mix of wonder and appreciation, made him think how gorgeous you were.
you finished adjusting the necklace around your neck, and as you headed to the bathroom, your phone rang. it was minji, her voice excited and insistent. âhey, i was just wondering if youâre still up for that blind date with my friend today? i know itâs short notice, but heâs really looking forward to it!â
it took a moment for the reminder to hit you. the blind date slipped your mind amidst the whirlwind of yesterdayâs events. you agreed, albeit with some reluctance. âsure, iâll meet him. just let me know the details.â as you entered the bathroom, keulgi emerged from a stall behind you, startling you. she had apparently overheard your conversation.
âare you going on a date?â she asked, her voice filled with surprise and curiosity. caught off guard, you nodded, glancing around to make sure no one else was within earshot. âyes, but please keep it quiet.â keulgi, ever enthusiastic, promised to keep it to herself. however, her enthusiasm got the better of her. as soon as you left the bathroom, she couldn't resist sharing the news with the rest of the office.
when you returned to your desk, the atmosphere in the office had noticeably shifted. colleagues whispered excitedly and shot you curious glances. the office buzzed with the news of your impending date. seokjin, who had been outside his office listening to the commotion, seethed with jealousy. his earlier soft smile had vanished, replaced by a scowl that betrayed his irritation. he paced back and forth, trying to control his frustration.
the excitement and chatter from your colleagues did nothing to ease his anger. his mind raced with thoughts of the date and the implications of your newfound interest. he couldnât shake the feeling of possessiveness that gnawed at him, and the thought of someone else taking you out only fueled his frustration. the more he listened to the enthusiastic reactions of his staff, the more he felt his grip on his emotions slipping. he knew he needed to act, but he was caught between his pride and the undeniable feelings he had been trying to cast away.
the date began at a quaint, upscale cafĂ©, where you met your blind date, taehyun. he greeted you with a polite smile and an amiable demeanor. as you made small talk, discussing interests and hobbies, taehyun seemed genuinely pleasant, though his compliments caught you off guard. âyou look absolutely gorgeous tonight,â he said with a warm smile.
you blushed slightly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and surprise. âthank you,â you replied, attempting to refocus the conversation. as you chatted, you noticed that his tie was hanging loose and uneven. it irked you more than you expected, and you reached over to fix it, hoping to tidy up his appearance. he watched with a smile as you deftly adjusted the tie, clearly appreciative of the attention to detail.
just as you were about to continue the conversation, a loud, urgent yell interrupted the moment. âsecretary (l/n)!â
you and taehyun both turned to see seokjin striding toward your table, his expression stormy and his eyes locked onto you with barely concealed anger. your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. âvice chairman?â you asked, confusion mingling with concern. âwhatâs going on?â
he stopped in front of your table, his demeanor tense. âi need to see you urgently,â he said, his voice firm and unwavering. you glanced at taehyun, apologetic. âiâm so sorry, it seems to be an emergency.â
you followed him outside, where he led you to his waiting car. the drive began in silence, the air thick with unspoken tension. the car came to a sudden stop in the middle of the road, and you turned to seokjin, your anxiety growing. âwhatâs the matter?â you asked, trying to keep your voice calm despite the unease you felt.
his gaze was cold, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a stern, almost menacing composure. ânever do that again,â he said, his voice carrying a tone of finality.
you frowned, confusion clouding your expression. âwhat do you mean? what did i do?â his eyes locked onto yours with intensity. ânever let me see you with another man like that again.â
you didnât respond immediately, and his jaw clenched as he seemed to wrestle with his emotions. finally, he added, âi donât want to see you with anyone else. itâs not something i'm willing to accept.â the confession left you stunned. you stared at him, a mixture of surprise and realization dawning on you. the implications of his words were clear, and the protectiveness in his tone was undeniable. the car ride continued in silence, with the weight of his words lingering between you.
back at home, you went through your evening routine, attending to various tasks around the house. the day's events had left you both physically and emotionally drained. you found solace in a small ritual that had been a comforting presence throughout your lifeâyour diary. sitting down at your desk, you pulled out the well-worn book, its pages filled with a mixture of memories, dreams, and sketches. as you flipped through the pages, you came across a series of drawings. they depicted a younger you and a boy, playing and laughing together. the accompanying writing read, âi miss you, brother.â the words tugged at your heart, and you felt a pang of sadness.
the drawings were a testament to a bond that had once been a central part of your life. as you closed the diary and set it aside, you felt the ache of missing somethingâor someoneâimportant. the dayâs events had stirred up memories you werenât quite ready to confront.
later that night, as you drifted off to sleep, the familiar haze of dreams enveloped you. in your dream, you found yourself in a dimly lit basement, a place filled with shadows and echoes of the past. the little boy from your diary appeared, standing before you with a stern expression. you felt tears streaming down your cheeks, overwhelmed by a mixture of regret and longing. the boy began to scold you, his voice echoing with an authority that seemed to pierce through your sorrow. despite the scolding, you felt a deep sense of gratitude.
âthank you, kim sooâseoââ you started, trying to recall his name. but before you could finish, the boy cut you off with a tsk. âno, stupid. my name is kim seoââ the name was just on the tip of your tongue, but you couldnât quite grasp it. the dream began to fade, and you woke up with a start, heart racing and breath uneven.
sitting up in bed, you felt the weight of the dream pressing on you. the name âkim seoâ lingered in your mind, but it was elusive, slipping away before you could fully remember. the dream had left you with a deep sense of loss and confusion, and you were left grappling with the fragments of a memory that seemed to evade your grasp. as you lay back down, you couldnât shake the feeling that there was something significant you were missing, a connection that was just out of reach. the memory of the dream and the name echoed in your thoughts, haunting you as you tried to find solace in sleep once more.
seokjin arrived at work the following day with a heavy air of exhaustion surrounding him. he trudged through the office, his usual confident stride replaced by a sluggish, disoriented gait. as the morning wore on, it became increasingly clear that he was struggling to stay awake. his head bobbed with fatigue as he sat at his desk, his eyes slipping shut despite his efforts to remain alert.
concerned, you approached his desk, gently shaking his shoulder. âvice chairman, are you alright?â when there was no response, you shook him harder, your worry mounting. his body felt unnervingly heavy, and it became clear that he was deeply asleep, his breathing uneven. panic surged through you as you realized the severity of the situation. without hesitation, you grabbed your phone and dialed for emergency services.
the paramedics arrived swiftly, their professional demeanor a small comfort amidst the chaos. you watched anxiously as they wheeled him into the ambulance. your heart pounded in your chest, and despite knowing it was likely nothing serious, you refused to leave his side.
in the hospital, as the medics prepared him for further examination, they reassured you that his condition wasnât critical. âheâs just exhausted,â one of the paramedics said. âitâs likely just severe fatigue. you can go in once weâre done.â when you were finally allowed in, he was still asleep, his face pale and drawn. you took a seat next to him, trying to steady your breathing as you buried your face in your hands. the sight of him, knocked out cold, was deeply unsettling. It reminded you of something from your pastâsomething too familiar.
as you stared at him, your thoughts drifted back to the boy from the basement. the way he was unconscious on the floor when the lady had taken youâthe same position, the same labored breathing, the same pale complexion. the memories came rushing back, painful and vivid. the name âkim seoâ echoed in your mind, but it didnât quite fit. then you remembered the boyâs full name, âkim seohyeon.â the realization came with a jolt. âkim seohyeon,â you whispered to yourself, the name feeling strangely natural as it rolled off your tongue.
your relief was fleeting, however, as a chilling thought struck you. seokjinâs mother had asked you not even a couple days ago, âwhat do you think about my hyeon?â it wasnât just a fragment of a bad memoryâit was a piece of a puzzle falling into place. hesitantly, you turned your gaze back to him, who remained motionless. your heart raced as you said, âkim seohyeon.â your voice was shaky, trembling with the weight of the revelation.
for a moment, the room was silent, and you felt a brief sense of relief as though your words had broken the tension. but then, he stirred, his eyes fluttering open. his gaze was bleary, and he blinked at you in confusion. âwhat is it?â your heart sank as you saw his groggy, disoriented expression. the name you had just spoken had clearly registered with him, but his response was laced with irritation and confusion. you were left grappling with the enormity of the realization that seokjinâkim seohyeonâwas more deeply connected to your past than you had ever imagined.
you took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm of emotions surging within you. âkim seohyeon,â you repeated, your voice trembling as you looked at seokjin. his eyes, which had been closed in exhaustion, flew open at the sound of his name. the shock and recognition dawned on his face as he fully grasped the situation. âit was you,â you said, your voice laden with disbelief.
your heart pounded as you pieced together the fragmented memories that had haunted you for so long. âi remember now,â you began, your voice quivering. âthere was a boyâyou were in the basement with me.â his expression shifted from confusion to horror as the realization sank in. âthe dreams iâve been having,â he said, his voice barely a whisper. âa black-haired woman, a basementâiâve been dreaming about it for weeks.â
the pieces began to fall into place for you. âthe boy i kept searching for, the one i couldnât remember clearlyâit was you. we were together in that basement. iâve been trying to find you all this time, but i didnât know it was you.â the enormity of the realization hit you like a tidal wave, and you began to sob uncontrollably. you had spent your entire life searching for the boy from the basement, the boy whose memory had haunted you for years. to discover that he was right under your nose all along, that seokjin was the one you had been seekingâit was overwhelming.
the flood of emotions surged through you, and the connections you had been struggling to piece together suddenly fell into place. the cables, the fear, the strange sense of familiarityâall of it made sense now. the sobs wracked your body, and you felt a deep, raw anguish as you realized how close you had come to losing him without ever knowing.
his gaze softened as he watched your breakdown. his usual composure and egotism crumbled in the face of your distress. weakly, he reached out to you, his hand trembling slightly. âitâs okay,â he said softly, his voice filled with a tender concern that was rare for him. âiâm here.â you hesitated for a moment, but then, seeking solace, you moved into his embrace. his arms wrapped around you, providing a comfort that felt both foreign and deeply familiar. you continued to cry, each sob a release of the pent-up fear and sorrow that had built up over the years. he held you close, his own breath shaky as he struggled to process the gravity of the situation. he stroked your hair gently, his touch soothing and steadying. the warmth of his embrace provided a sense of security that you hadnât felt in a long time.
as your sobs began to subside, he pulled back slightly, tilting your chin so that you looked up at him. his eyes were filled with a mix of empathy and resolve. âyou found me,â he said softly, his voice trembling with the weight of the moment. his words, though simple, carried a profound meaning. the realization that you had finally found him, the person you had been searching for, was both a relief and a heartbreak. in that moment, the intensity of your emotions reached a peak, and he leaned in, closing the gap between you.
his lips met yours in a kiss that was gentle at first, but quickly grew more passionate. it was a kiss that spoke of the pain, the longing, and the deep connection that had been forged through shared battles. you responded, kissing him back with equal fervor, allowing the years of separation and anguish to dissolve in the intensity of the moment. when the kiss finally broke, you both pulled back slightly, breathless and awestruck. the weight of the past had been acknowledged, and the connection between you was solidified in a way that was both profound and healing.
he looked into your eyes, his expression a mix of vulnerability and resolve. âwe'll be okay,â he said softly, his voice filled with a newfound determination. you nodded, feeling a deep sense of relief and hope.
the weeks following the revelation passed in a strange, uncomfortable silence. despite the deep bond you and seokjin now shared, an unspoken tension lingered in the office. the connection between you had shifted, but neither of you quite knew how to bridge the gap between your past traumas and your present reality.
he had revealed to you the reason behind his name change to seokjin. his parents had insisted on the new identity as a protective measure, believing that if seohyeon no longer existed, the woman who had once terrorized him would never be able to find him. this revelation, while reassuring, had also created a chasm between you two that was hard to navigate.
one afternoon, as the silence in the office grew increasingly heavy, he called you into his office. his demeanor was serious as he gestured for you to take a seat. you entered, your heart racing slightly, unsure of what to expect. âthank you for coming,â he began, his voice steady but laced with an undertone of something you couldnât quite place. âi need you to do something for me.â you straightened in your chair, adopting a professional tone. âwhat is it?â
seokjin looked at you with an intensity that made your breath catch. âi need you to be my girlfriend.â the words hung in the air between you, and you were momentarily stunned into silence. âwhat?â you managed to ask, your voice betraying your shock.
his gaze softened as he continued, his expression vulnerable. âiâve been thinking a lot about us. after everything weâve been through, i realized how much i care about you. i need you in my life, not just as my secretary, but as my girlfriend.â
his confession touched you deeply, and you felt a swell of emotion rise within you. âvice chairmanâ you began, struggling to find the right words. âi didnât expect this.â
he nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. âi know. itâs sudden, and i understand if you need time. but i wanted to be honest with you about how i feel.â the sincerity in his voice, combined with the gravity of his words, made your heart ache with a mix of relief and hope. you were touched by his honesty and the way he had finally allowed himself to be vulnerable with you.
he then leaned forward slightly, his expression shifting to something more earnest. âthereâs one more thing,â he said, his voice lowering. âi need you to kiss me.â
your eyes widened at his request. the gravity of the moment, coupled with your feelings for him, made your pulse race. you nodded slowly, feeling a surge of emotionsâaffection, longing, and a deep connection. you stood up and walked over to him, your heart pounding in your chest. his gaze followed you, his expression a mixture of anticipation and tenderness. as you reached him, you leaned in, closing the distance between you.
the kiss was tender, filled with the emotions you both had been holding back. It was a sweet, unspoken promise of a new beginning. he responded gently, his hands resting on your back as he deepened the kiss. when you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your faces flushed with the intensity of the moment. he looked at you with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the vulnerability and affection that had been building between you.
his voice was soft and teasing as he traced his fingers gently along your back. âthis means youâll be my girlfriend, doesnât it?â the playful tone in his voice, combined with the tender touch, made you smile despite the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling. you nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and affection. âyes, it does.â
his eyes lit up with a genuine smile, his teasing demeanor giving way to something more heartfelt. âiâm glad to hear that. iâve been wanting to ask you for a long time, but i didnât know how.â you laughed softly, shaking your head. âyou didnât need to wait so long. i think we both knew how we felt about each other.â
his smile widened as he pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms encircling you with a sense of relief and contentment. âi guess itâs true,â he said, his voice warm and sincere. âsometimes, the things youâre looking for are right in front of you.â they really were, as it seemed.
the next few days at work were marked by an underlying tension that neither of you could quite shake off. seokjin was noticeably less cold and demanding, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor. the change was subtle but significant. he found himself taking more interest in your presence, often waving at you from across the office with a grin that was almost boyish. each time you waved back, his smile would widen, and a look of genuine joy would light up his face.
the change didnât go unnoticed by your colleagues, who observed the shift in seokjinâs behavior with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. however, no one dared to comment, respecting the unspoken agreement that something had clearly shifted in the office dynamics.
as the days passed, his new feelings for you started to manifest in ways he hadnât anticipated. while he relished the sweetness of your new relationship, he found himself increasingly aware of the more physical aspects of your presence. he couldnât ignore how his pulse quickened when he noticed the way your tight skirts accentuated your figure, or how the sight of your bare legs and hair pulled back made him sweat in the middle of meetings.
he tried to maintain his composure, but the intensity of his feelings became difficult to manage. his attempts to focus on work were often disrupted by thoughts of you, and he struggled to keep his desires in check.
one afternoon, unable to ignore his escalating emotions any longer, he called you into his office. his voice, usually commanding, now carried a hint of nervousness. âcan you come in here for a moment?â you nodded, entering his office with a sense of anticipation. seokjin closed the door behind you and gestured for you to lock it. his eyes were intense as he watched you comply. he then moved to pull down the blinds, casting the room into a more private, dimly lit atmosphere.
âwhatâs going on?â you asked, your voice tinged with concern as you approached him. he looked at you with a mixture of longing and hesitation, his gaze fixed on yours. âi need you to understand something,â he said softly. âitâs not just about what weâve been through, or about being together. iââ
he paused, taking a deep breath as he reached out to pull you closer. the seriousness in his eyes gave way to a softer, more vulnerable expression. âi need you to know how much i care about you. and right now, i canât help but feelâŠâ
before he could finish, he leaned in and kissed you. the kiss was different from beforeâless tender, more urgent and needy. it was filled with the intensity of emotions that had been building up inside him. you responded to the kiss, your own feelings mirroring his. the kiss deepened, and the world outside the office seemed to fade away as you both lost yourselves in the moment.
it was a kiss that spoke of months of unspoken yearning, a kiss that shattered the professional façade you had both so carefully maintained. his hand found the small of your back, pulling you closer. his other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of your mouth as you kissed him deeper. his tongue slipped past your lips, tasting, exploring. you gasped, your body responding instinctively to his touch.
that was it. the moment you had both been waiting for, the moment that would change everything. you could feel the tension in the room, a tight coil winding tighter with every passing second. the sound of a zipper echoed through the room as seokjin stood, lifting you onto his desk. your legs wrapped around his waist, and you could feel his erection pressing against you, hot and insistent. your breath hitched as he kissed along your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
he stepped back for a moment, looking into your eyes, searching for permission. you nodded, unable to form words, and he took that as his cue. his hands found the buttons of your blouse, deftly undoing them one by one. your bra was next, revealing your tits to his hungry gaze. He took one in his hand, squeezing gently, and your moan filled the room.
he leaned in, taking your nipple into his mouth. you arched your back, the sensation shooting straight to your core. he sucked, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, and your hips rolled against him. he groaned, his grip on your hip tightening. the anticipation was palpable as he reached for his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. you could see the need in them, the same need that was building within you. as he stepped closer, you felt his hardness pressing against your thigh, and you knew there was no turning back.
he whispered something in your ear, something filthy and thrilling, and you could feel your cheeks flush with arousal. his hands found the zipper of your skirt, sliding it down with a sound that seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet office. your skin prickled with excitement as the fabric fell away, revealing your lacy underwear. his hand slid under the fabric, his fingers finding your wetness. he groaned again, his breath hot against your neck. âyou're so wet for me,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
you nodded, your eyes closing as he began to stroke you, his touch tentative at first, then growing bolder as your moans grew louder. your body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. you knew you were his, and he was yours, in this every stolen moment of passion.
with a final tug, his hand found your bare skin, and you gasped as he touched you, his fingers exploring your folds with an urgency that mirrored your own. you could feel your core tightening around his touch, desperate for more. he pulled back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your reaction. âyou like that, don't you?â he asked, his voice a low growl. you nodded, your eyes glazed over with desire. he leaned in, capturing your mouth again in a bruising kiss as his thumb began to circle your clit. the sensation was overwhelming, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. you didn't know if you could hold on much longer.
suddenly, he stopped, his hand moving away from your panties. you whimpered in protest, but he just chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down your spine. âpatience,â he murmured, âwe're just getting started.â
with surprising strength, he flipped you over, so that you were now lying face down on his desk, your ass in the air. he stepped back, and you could feel his eyes on you, taking in the sight of your exposed body. you felt a thrill of exhibitionism, knowing that he was seeing you in such a vulnerable state.
he leaned over you, his breath hot on your ear. "you're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with lust. his hand came down in a firm smack on your ass, and you yelped in surprise. the sting was quickly replaced by a warmth that spread through your body, making you wetter than ever.
he smacked you again, harder this time, and you moaned. the sound seemed to spur him on, and his hand began to move in a steady rhythm, alternating between gentle caresses and firm slaps. you felt yourself getting wetter with every hit, your body begging for more. âdo you like that, baby?â he asked, his voice strained with his own need. âyes,â you managed to gasp out, your voice shaky. âmore.â
he complied, his hand coming down harder and faster, each smack echoing through the room. you could feel yourself getting closer, your body trembling with the effort of holding back. and then, with one final, brutal slap, you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm. he leaned down, his breathing ragged, and kissed the back of your neck. âyou're mine,â he murmured, his voice possessive. âmine to claim.â
and with that, he reached for his own pants, his hands shaking with desire. he freed himself, and you could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your wetness. without another word, he pushed inside you, filling you up in one swift, agonizingly sweet motion. you yelled, the pleasure overwhelming as he claimed your virginity, your body stretching to accommodate his size.
he didn't stop there, though. he began to move, his hips pistoning into you with a relentless rhythm that had you seeing stars. you could feel every inch of him, and it was more than you had ever imagined. each thrust was a declaration of ownership, each moan a promise of more to come. you pushed back against him, meeting him halfway, your body moving in perfect sync with his. you were lost in the sensation, the pain and pleasure melding into something indescribable. your hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, as you held on for dear life.
âfuck, you're tight,â he grunted, his voice strained. âso tight.â your response was a whimper, your throat too tight to form words. all you could do was moan and arch your back, taking him deeper, letting him fill you completely. the room spun around you as he picked up the pace, his hands digging into your hips as he drove into you. you could feel his climax building, his breaths coming in harsh pants against your neck. and then, with a final, guttural groan, he came, his warmth flooding into you.
you collapsed onto the desk, your body spent, as he pulled out and leaned over you, his chest heaving. he kissed your shoulder, his breathing slowly returning to normal. the room was silent, save for the sound of your ragged breaths.
for a moment, you both just stayed there, basking in the afterglow of what had just happened. but reality began to seep back in, and you felt a sudden rush of self-consciousness. you were his secretary, and you had just had unprotected sex on his desk. the implications of your actions were just beginning to hit you.
seokjin must have noticed the change in your demeanor because he leaned in, whispering in your ear, âdon't worry, i've got you.â his words were soothing, but they didn't entirely ease the anxiety coiling in your stomach. he helped you sit up, and you both began to straighten your clothes, trying to erase the evidence of your passionate encounter. your heart was racing, and you couldn't help but steal glances at him, seeing him in a new light. âwe can't do this again,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âwhat if someone finds out?â
he turned to face you, cupping your cheek. âthey won't,â he assured you. âthis is our secret.â his eyes searched yours, and you could see the determination in them. âbut if they do,â he trailed off, a smug smile playing on his lips. âwell, then they'll just have to deal with it. you're my girlfriend, after all.â
you couldn't help but smile back, his confidence infectious. but deep down, you knew that this was just the beginning. the line between professional and personal had been irrevocably crossed, and there was no going back.
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a/n: literally no one asked for this idc this is so funny to me i based the name off one drama and the plot off another goodbye
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~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 8)
Ohhh, it felt so good to write again. My hands were itching to get back to the keyboard, especially knowing in advance which chapter was next ÂŹâżÂŹ As I've mentioned before, this little snippet is a two parter; too big to fit in just one chapter. I hope to work on the next part next week and get it out asap à»(âáŽâ)à„â†Thanks guys! I hope you enjoy êš
Synopsis: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. You want to get more exotic ingredients for the hotel but it's too dangerous to go along. Alastor offers his assistance and you both go out to the market. Word count: 5.2 k Chapter under the cut! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
âSomething on your mind my dear~?â
You were swirling the whisky in your glass, staring at the bronze liquid sloshing side to side but eyes not exactly focused. Alastor watched you from his seat, quirking an eyebrow as his head tilted. You were both sitting in the radio tower, sharing a glass of liquor and conversing like you always did after a show. Usually you were very attentive to the deer demonâs thoughts, and would give some solid advice for the next segment. But Alastor noticed something was off today; he didnât seem to have your full attention. And he wanted to know why. You look up to the deer demon in question, blinking back your stupor before giving him a sheepish grin.Â
âAh⊠Sorry Al. Just thinking. But itâs really not important. What were you saying?â You lean forward in your chair and smile warmly towards your friend. But that didnât trick the Overlord; he knew something was bothering you. And if it pulled your attention away from him, then he didnât like it one bit. His ego wouldnât allow it.Â
âCome now dearest,â he prodded, leaning forward so he was eye level with you, âI know something is wrong. Tell me.â He still had his signature grin, but his eyes were sharp and serious. That wasnât a suggestion. You knew he wasnât going to let this go until you confessed. You sighed.
âItâs nothing, really,â you disclosed, âIâm just trying to figure out how I can get my hands on certain ingredients is allâŠâ You trailed off, hoping that was enough to satiate the demon in front of you. To your disappointment, it had the opposite effect. His grin widened as he leaned forward, his eyes shining in delight.
âWell goodness me, itâs about time.â he sang, âI was wondering when youâd finally cave and go back to your sinster ways!â He chuckled darkly, looking at you with a sense of pride. He was practically on the edge of his seat; all smiles and sharp teeth. You tilted your head in confusion.Â
âIf you're looking for special ingredients, I can hook you up with my dear friend Rosie. She can get you the best cuts of meat in Hell.âÂ
... Oh. You understood the disconnect. Your eyelids fell flat, giving him a jaded look. But he didnât notice, mind flooding with ideas and different options.Â
âOr, if you wish to go hunting yourself, Iâd be more than happy to-!âÂ
âNot that type of ingredient, Alastor.â
The Radio Demonâs crimson eyes popped open as a record sound came to a screeching halt. You couldnât help the upward curl of your lips after watching his expression slowly sour in realization. Alastor eventually slid back into his seat, crossing his legs and ears falling flat on his skull. A bored expression crossed his features as he looked to the side.Â
âHmm. Pity. I was craving some Enchiladies. Or maybe some BratwurstâŠâ
You couldnât help the laugh that escaped you at his disappointment (and terrible puns). Alastorâs pupils slid back to you as his lips eventually curled up mischievously at the sound of your laughter. It was hard to stay upset in your company, he was always happy to get a smile or a laugh from you. His chest puffed out like a proud bird for a moment before turning his head back to you.
âWell then my dear,â he began, quirking up an eyebrow at you, âIf youâre not in the market for that type of ingredientâŠâ he tilted his head, âThen what is it that you seek~?â Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and now he had to know everything. Realizing you really werenât getting out of this, you shake your head in defeat.Â
âWell⊠Iâve heard of this wild mushroom that only grows in the Gluttony ring. Apparently it can enhance the taste of any dish you cook it in.â you began. Alastorâs gaze never wavered from you, his face furrowing in fascination.Â
âItâs a really hard plant to harvest, and I heard a rumor that thereâs a shipment coming to the Pride ring on Saturday.â Your eyes were shimmering with excitement just at the thought of it, making the Radio Demonâs pressed smile curl up ever so slightly.
âCertainly sounds intriguing,â he mused, pausing to take a sip of his whisky. He couldnât help being entertained by your passions, and for something so simple in his eyes. After feeling the liquor burn down his throat, he spoke again.
âSo tell me then, what seems to be the problem?âÂ
Whatever sparkle in your eye seemed to cloud over, your shoulders visibly sagging. âI heard itâs only being sold in the Black Market.â
Not that piqued Alastorâs interest.
Everyone knew of the famed Black Market. The term was quite popular in the human realm, and was quickly brought down to the depths of Hell. It was a large bazaar deep in the city of the Pride Realm, where booths and trade stalls were set up and demons and imps alike could scrounge through to find rare and unique items. And although it was quite popular, it was also in one of the shadiest parts of town. Although Hell was known for all of its illegal activity, the Black Market was acclaimed for it. Looking for weapons to kill an Overlord? Or drugs so strong the effects would last for a week? It would be found there.Â
â... I still donât understand what the problem is, my dear.â Alastorâs eyebrows furrowed in visible confusion. You eventually regarded him with a similar face, not understanding how someone so brilliant didnât seem to understand the stakes at hand. You took a deep breath, palms pressed together as if praying for patience before giving him a serious look.Â
âAl.â You spoke tartly, your pressed hands now pointing to him, âI know something like the Black Market would be, like, a walk in the park for you.â His eyebrows raised in amusement before you continued, âBut if I went? A lone female with no means to defend herself?? I would become a blood smear on the wall.â You lifted your arms to the wall beside you before flopping your arms down in defeat. You sighed and gave him a weak smile. âTrust me, as much as I want to get that ingredient, itâs not worth risking my life for it.âÂ
Alastor stared at you intently for a full minute.
Then burst into laughter.
You had to blink back your surprise at his sudden reaction, albeit a strange one. You honestly didnât expect him to find joy in your death. Then again, he always found pleasure when it came to killing. Maybe you were just too naive to think he wouldnât enjoy yours as well? You werenât really too sure how to respond, but thankfully Alastor spoke up before you had the chance.
âOhhh my dear,â he sighed happily, âIs that all? Now really, thereâs no need to fret over something that has such a simple solution!â Alastor set his glass down on the table, then clasped his hands together in his lap as he sat up straight.Â
âIf you donât wish to go alone, then allow me to accompany you.â
You immediately perked up at his words, almost unable to believe it. You had to admit, the thought had crossed your mind. But you knew how busy Alastorâs weekends were, and you didnât want to waste his time on something so silly. Besides, you knew the dangers of the Market; the horror stories you had heard over the years. You knew Alastor could defend himself, but still⊠You didnât want to take any risks. Not when it came to him.
âNo, Al,â you started, âI couldnât ask that of you. I donât want to put you in any danger-!â
You were immediately cut off by one of the demonâs long fingers pressing up against your lips. The Overlord leaned in close to you, grin snarled and eyes closed tightly.Â
âTrust me, mon passereau,â he chuckled darkly, âIf anyone were to ever try anythingâŠâ his scarlet eyes immediately flashed open, his pupils now black and shaped like dials as the static in his voice distorted, âĆâź ĆâŽâŠ'âź â„É âŽâłâŁÉâźâ± É ÉĂÉ âŽâ±§ĂÉâ± Ä àžżÉ â©ĂⱀⱀĆÉÄ âłàžżĂÉâź.â
You felt a shiver run down your spine as the lights flickered, radio waves screeched and the controls behind him clicked and flipped. And in a snap, the room flipped back to normal as Radio Demon sat up straight again, eyes once again crimson and smiling as if nothing had happened.Â
âBesides~!â he continued, his voice now unsettlingly chipper, âItâs been at least a decade or so since Iâve last been to the famed Black Market. It would be intriguing to see how much has changed!â
You watched him carefully and felt your heart-rate begin to increase. Ever since you had heard of the toadstool, you had been dreaming of using it in your cooking. And now for this dream to be so close; you could almost taste it⊠But you didnât want to get your hopes up. Not yet. You felt like such a broken record, but you had to be certain. You looked up at him shyly, feeling your fingers fidget nervously.Â
âAlastor⊠Are you sure about this?âÂ
Said demon looked down at you, eyes flicking from your face to your hands, then back. Finally, he began to shake his head mirthfully, reaching over and giving your head a gentle pat.
âMy dear,â he tutted, âI wouldn't even be offering if it was something I truly did not want to do. I insist.â He then rose from his chair and towered over you before extending a hand.
âI promise I can guarantee your safety. That is, if youâll have me.â
You looked at his hand in awe before lifting your head up to him. There you were, already crestfallen with defeat and ready to give up. But then Alastor came along, and he wanted to help make your silly little dream a reality. Your heart bloomed in warmth for the man standing before you. Seriously, you were so freaking happy he was in your life. With a tender smile, you extend your hand and place it in his outstretched one.
âOf course Alastor. Always.â
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Most of the clothes you wore around the hotel werenât that flattering.
For starters, you didnât want anything with excessive frills or cloth that could potentially snag in a cupboard or catch fire over a stove. Also, you didnât ever want to wear anything nice in case it gets torn or stained in the kitchen. Most of the time, you were in either jeans/stretchy pants, and a t-shirt/tank top. Because if it got ruined at work, it was no biggie.
But now, as you were getting ready for your outing with Alastor, you were quickly realizing just  how much of a biggie it was.Â
You tore through your drawers frantically, trying to find something that didnât have holes in it, or a previous stain, or heaven forbid, a cringe worthy graphic printed on it. Fuck, you really wish you had taken up Angelâs offer earlier that month to go on a shopping spree. You made a quick mental note to ask him about it next weekend. If he saw your wardrobe now heâd disown you as his bestie.Â
As you raked through your closet, you felt like a complete dumbass. For Godâs sake, you were just going to the market with your friend. It shouldnât matter what the Hell you wore; itâs not like this was a formal outing. Nevertheless, you decided you still wanted to look nice for once. This was the first time the two of you would be together outside of the hotel. And that felt like a special enough reason to dress up and not look like a fast food worker after a 12 hour shift.**
Eventually, you managed to find a simple, short black dress tucked in the very back of your closet. You could work with this. After scrounging through your bathroom drawers, you manage to find an old metal hair stick and use that to wrap your locks into a cute messy bun. And with some modest jewelry to help accent, you were finally satisfied enough with your appearance. Given what you were working with, this was the most presentable you were going to get. With a final nod in the mirror, you grab your purse and lock the door behind you.Â
You make your way down to the lobby where you had both agreed to meet up. As you exited the elevator, you could see Alastorâs proud profile already standing by the front doors, microphone in hand and back straight. He seemed to be looking towards the side, but as you approached him, his scarlet eyes slid over to your form. You come to a stop and look up at him, your hands clasped in front of you and waiting.
His eyes flicked over your body, his face unchanging as he took in your appearance. For a moment you felt your face getting hot, and had to look away from embarrassment; was this too much? Maybe you shouldâve just stuck to your regular pants and t-shirtâŠÂ
âFrom chef to charmante, you truly are a sight for sore eyes my dear.â
You looked up to him again and blinked in surprise. His expression was pleasant as he stared at you; his smile soft and genuine. You felt your heart leap into your throat at the compliment, and couldnât help the warm smile creep up your face. And it was peaceful between you both for a momentâŠ
Before the Asshole decided to ruin the moment.
âAnd here I was beginning to think you didnât know how to dress yourself. How relieved I am to be wrong for onceâŠâ he teased, his soft smile twisting into a mischievous grin and eyes crinkling with impish delight.Â
Your hand moved quicker than light as you lightly backhanded his bicep, your face scrunched and glaring daggers at him. The Radio Demon snickered as his static buzzed happily, not at all flinching at the assault and most likely already prepared for the blow. After having a good chuckle to your dismay, Alastor stood up straight again and dusted off his arms, his smile still wide and wicked.Â
âYouâre lucky I enjoy your company y/n,â he stated, straightening his jacket, âIf any other demon were to strike an Overlord, they would never see the light of day again.â He looked down and quirked an eyebrow at you, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that grin off his face.
âHonestly, between getting ridiculed daily or being slaughtered, Iâm not sure which is the worse fateâŠâ you huff, straightening up and crossing your arms. Alastor chuckled at your quip, and eventually, you felt your shoulders relax and smile betray you. As his sniggers died down, he took a step towards you, his expression once again calm as he looked down at you.
âWell my dear,â he mused, âNow I can understand why you would want my protection for our little outing...â His pupils fell to your body, scanning slowly all the way to your legs. You swallowed a lump in your throat. Eventually, his scarlet eyes flicked back up to your face, and you couldnât dismiss the hunger behind them.Â
âThe wolves would be more than happy to ravish such a delicacy.â
??!??!?!!
You had to remind yourself to breathe. Suddenly breathing was something you had to think about. Your mouth felt so dry, and you knew for a fact your face was probably beet red. What the actual fuck was that. Alastor had given you compliments before, but that⊠That was at a level you had never experienced before. Did he actually find you attractive?? Jesus Christ, was this friendly outing actually a date??
... Fuck, did you want this to be a date???Â
You could feel your brain short circuiting.
Alastorâs smile curved upward at the sight of your reddened cheeks. He bent down at his waist in a bow and extended a hand, making your eyes focus back to him.
âShall we be on our way dearest?â
You looked at his clawed hand, then back to him. He had to be teasing you. There was no way he had actually meant what he had said earlier. This is what he always did; this was what your friendship was basically built on. You mentally scolded yourself for actually falling for his goading.Â
Please. As if.Â
You sighed and shook your head, feeling a smile creep up your lips at the absurdity of it all. You werenât going to fall for it. Not this time. Finally, you look up at him and extend your hand, gently placing it in Alastors. You give him a calm, yet cocky look.Â
âLead the way.â
Alastorâs eyebrows shot upward amusingly as he raised his other hand. And with a snap of his fingers, you both vanished from the lobby.
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You couldnât contain your gasp of amazement when you laid eyes on the Black Market.
It was everything you couldâve imagined. There were dozens of rows crammed full with booths and vendors stretching as far as the eye could see. Tall skyscrapers framed the entire bazaar, yet were covered from sight by the tarps, blankets and open umbrellas hanging overhead to provide shade. The market was bustling with all creatures of life; demons, imps, and hellhounds alike. Either trying to sell their wares and cheat someone of their life savings, or excited buyers chittering away and browsing all that was offered.Â
âHow exhilarating~!â the Overlord grinned, looking out at the spectacle with bright eyes, âI had forgotten how appealing this place was. This is going to be quite the escapade.â Alastor happily turned his head to you, extending his elbow to you and giving a cocky grin. You looked between him and his arm, unsure of his intentions. His smile widened.Â
âI guaranteed your safety during this outing did I not? We donât want to risk separation in this maze. Now then,â he leaned in closer, stretching his arm out further, âShall we~?â
You couldnât help the smile spread across your face; always ever the gentleman. You looked to him pleasantly, looping your arm in his and giving a determined nod. And with that, Alastor took the lead as you ventured deep into the market.Â
The variety of items for sale was incomprehensible. Antiques, produce, jewelry, weapons, and of course, second hand items. And boy, did you desperately want to peruse it all. But of course, you came here for one reason and one reason alone. And as thrilling as this all was, you knew you couldnât be too charmed by the wonders of the market. This was how the ne'er do wells prayed on their victims. It would be easy for a demon to go missing amongst all the busyness and exhilaration. In this place, dark deals were struck and souls were either sealed or stolen. And you couldnât be distracted by frivolous things.Â
Get in, get the mushrooms, and get out.Â
At least. That was your initial plan.
Alastor seemed to have other ideas.
This mother fucker strolled through the booths as if it was a Sunday afternoon, guiding you along and stopping on occasion to peruse. He would converse with the various sellers and happily turn to you, either showing off what he found or telling stories when something reminded him of a memory. He kept a firm grip on your arm, meaning you had no choice but to follow along with his meandering.Â
At first your nerves were on edge, eyes darting around anxiously, body tense, and flinching at every obnoxious sound. Alastor seemed to notice, and at some point, gave your hand on his arm a gentle pat. It was a simple gesture, and when he did it, he wasnât even focused on you, instead speaking with another vendor. But you appreciated him acknowledging your nerves and attempting to calm you without drawing attention. The action and thought behind it was more than enough to comfort and assure you that you had nothing to worry about.Â
Eventually, you could feel your muscles relax once you realized no one would lay a finger on you with the Radio Demon by your side. As time trickled on, you became more confident, and even began to enjoy yourself and forget about any potential dangers. This was probably the only chance youâd ever get to come to the Black Market with as much protection as you did, so you might as well milk it for what it was worth.Â
At one point, you let go of his arm to toss on a pair of crazy glasses and throw a feather boa over your shoulders, striking a pose and cracking a joke. The Overlord seemed impressed with your new found confidence, and was more than happy to join in on the banter. And immediately tease your new look.Â
âIf this is what you consider a correction for your fashion sense, perhaps my little songbird is more of a dodo~âÂ
You tried to place an old fedora on his head and force him in on the fun, but the party pooper wouldnât allow it. Snarling at the wretched thing and not even wanting to know how many disgusting sinners it had been on. And honestly, you couldnât blame him for that, but you knew despite the venom in his smile, his eyes were dancing.Â
It wasnât long until you were the one leading the way, zipping from booth to booth like a child on Christmas as Alastor followed closely behind. He had noticed you had dropped your guard, which was honestly what he had wanted all along. You had been working so hard, you deserved a fun day out on the town. He was glad to see that by demonstrating how safe it was, it would allow you to relax and fully enjoy the experience.Â
But now it was his turn to keep watch, his back straight and eyes carefully scanning. Of course, the Black Market was nothing but child's play for him. But for a simple sinner like yourself? He could understand why you were hesitant to come. Especially given your radiant personality; one that could attract sinners and imps alike like a moth to a flame.Â
And of course, as you practically beamed through the lanes, it didnât take long for you to capture the attention of others. Eventually, you became so carefree, you didnât even notice the times when certain demons would eye you up and down hungrily. Or the one hellhound who even attempted to snatch your purse.Â
But they were dealt with swiftly; black tentacles impaling, slashing, and ensuring that no one would ever dare lay a finger on you.Â
At one point you turned to him and noticed his smile was sharper than before and his scarlet pupils shining with glee. You had asked what he found so entertaining, but he simply patted your head and assured you it was nothing, quickly changing the subject by distracting you with the wares of the next booth over.Â
About an hour or so into your adventure, you were a couple of steps ahead of Alastor when one booth in particular caught your eye. Filled with mugs, kettles, spoons, and coffee machines, you were instantly reminded of your deer friend and your wonderful morning chats. Especially the one you had that very first morning, it was honestly the very beginning of what would become your close relationship. You vaguely remembered him mentioning not being able to brew that perfect cupâŠ
An idea popped in your head.
You whipped your head around to quickly look behind and caught Alastor making his way towards you. You didnât have enough time to peruse and find something, and you didnât want to ruin the surprise. Youâd have to find an opportunity later to come back in secret. But for now, you had to distract him.
You jog back to the Radio Demon and casually mention wanting to focus on the search for the mushroom stall, using the guise to pull him along further and away from the particular vendor. Alastor cocked an eyebrow at you, but eventually agreed that it was time to start looking for the rumored toadstool. He linked his arm with you once more and continued walking forward, unaware of you taking mental notes and memorizing landmarks.Â
Finally, after about twenty minutes of serious searching, you were able to locate the booth with the mushrooms. You recognized them by their iridescent blue shimmer, similar to what you had seen online, and your heart leapt with delight. You were practically bouncing on your feet, pointing excitedly and rambling like a dork while Alastor smiled in amusement. A line had started to form; clearly you werenât the only ones aware of their magical properties, and you immediately zipped to the back, Alastor casually strolling behind.
âWell my dear,â he mused, leaning to the side to look ahead, âGiven the amount of demons ahead of us, Iâm afraid weâll have to wait a little while.â He looked back at you expecting you to be crestfallen or pout, but you happily shook your head.
âTrust me,â you smiled up at him, âIâve waited years already to get my hands on one of these things. Another fifteen minutes is nothing.â You glanced at the line ahead of you and did some quick calculations. You would likely be waiting for fifteen, twenty minutes? Would that be enough time to perhapsâŠ?Â
As much as you were excited to be so close to achieving your goal, your mind was focused on something else. This could be your chance. This might be the only one you get today, and it could be the perfect opportunity⊠You had to take it.
âActuallyâŠâ you drawled, âI saw some really nice clothes in one of the booths we passed⊠could you wait here for me while I check it out real quick??â Alastors eyes immediately narrowed and brows furrowed.
âI wouldnât recommend that dearest,â he stated, eyes flicking around his surroundings before focusing back on you, âI know weâve had a lovely afternoon, but I must remind you of the shadows that lurk in the darkness. It wouldnât be wise to leave my line of sight.âÂ
Shit. You were afraid this would happen. And you knew deep down he wasnât wrong. But you felt so strongly about this, and it would only be for a few minutes. What was the worst that could happen? You hide your inner turmoil with a cheeky grin.
âAl, you straight up said I need new clothes,â you razz, raising a brow at him. To this, the Overlord huffed.
âI would hardly call second-hand filth an improvementâŠâ he muttered, nose wrinkling at the sheer thought. You couldnât help the snort escape your nose, but you pressed on.
âCâmon Alastor, please??â you were practically begging at this point, âI donât want to lose our spot in line, and the booth was just around the corner. I promise Iâll be super quick.â You gave him a pleading look in hopes to help convince him.Â
Alastorâs face scrunched up in disgust at your soppy expression, but soon softened to contemplation as he looked at you. His eyebrows were tight in thought, clearly thinking hard about his answer and how to proceed. A good minute passed before the deer demon finally sighed and his head fell. You felt your breath catch in anticipation. His head rose to meet your gaze, his eyes sharp and serious.Â
âTake this with you.â He stated, lifting his left arm and offering you his microphone. You felt your eyes widen in surprise, eyes flicking between the staff and him. You knew how important his mike was; it was always on his person or a conjuring away. You had never known him to be without it.
âAl⊠Are you sure?â you breathed, completely thrown off guard by this gesture. But he lifted the staff closer to you, emphasizing his words with this action.
âI would feel better knowing I have direct contact with you should anything happen.â he spoke, âIf for whatever reason you need me, simply say my name into it. And Iâll know where to find you.â
You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. Now you felt completely awful about lying to your friend, especially if he was entrusting you with this. But you really wanted to do this. It was for him. And now, with this added protection, you knew you would have nothing to worry about.
You slowly raised your hands and gently grasped the staff, feeling the power practically buzzing through it. You were just about to pull it away when Alastor suddenly yanked it towards him, making you gasp in shock as you were pulled closer to him, now only mere inches from his face. Your heart was beating like a drum as his piercing eyes bore into you.
âDonât make me regret this decision y/n.â
Whether this was about him entrusting you with his staff, or about letting you venture off on your own, you werenât sure. But his tone was firm, commanding. Either way, you knew he was dead serious. You wouldâve been scared if it werenât for his grim eyes softening for a fraction of a second. Your heart bled for a moment before giving him a determined nod, acknowledging his statement. With a blink, he rose back up to his full height, his expression now calm, but his smile weak. You pulled the microphone tight to your chest, your smile cheek to cheek with enthusiasm.Â
You took a second to dig through your purse and place some money in his clawed hand, in case he reached the front of the booth before you returned. He protested for a moment, claiming he could very well afford to buy produce, thank-you-very-much. But you ignored his grumbling, insisting that they were your mushrooms, therefore you would pay for them. After making sure he had enough, you turned to run back to the previous stalls. But before you could make it far, you turned back and cast one final glance at the Radio Demon. Alastor was still watching you, his brows furrowed and grin tight. You smiled and called out to him, giving a reassuring wave.
âThank you Alastor! Iâll be back before you know it!!â
The deer demon said nothing in return, simply giving you a single nod. His expression made you worry for a moment, inner fears pricking your mind. Was this really a good idea? But you thought back to everything Alastor had ever done for you. The laughter and thrill he brought into your previously dull afterlife. Your grip on his staff tightened; you knew you would be safe. Just holding the microphone was enough to make you feel more confident. You wouldnât be alone; a piece of him was here with you.
Everything would be ok.Â
Before you could think about it any further, you turned on your heel and ran, disappearing into the crowd and venturing off on your own.
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hiii this is an idea for the hange love note thing, but i'm not good at writing letters or notes... but i'll try !
Hange, I'm sorry for always rejecting your advances and ignoring your gazes. I'm worried about you. Please recover soon.
(i was trying to convey something like where hange is flirty and gets subtly rejected, but after hange loses their eye the reader feels really bad and realizes how much they love and care for hange <3)
send hange a short love note!
when: before your scout training
You always knew them as the kid who tried to scrape the walls with a shovel. You lived in another village but always saw them whenever you had to go outside to get your produce from the market. You were slightly intrigued as to why a child your age wanted to dig on the walls but your curiosity was cut short when you saw Military Police officers approaching. Their presence alone reminded you of the scary tales parents tell children like you at night to instill good behavior. You ran away from the scene, hugging the goods in your arms as you rushed back home.
But fate seemed to have played a bridging chord as you met this person again before your scout training, you didn't know their name but you couldn't mistake their glasses or the fiery, determined eyes behind them.
You were in a queue, signing up for the Survey Corps when you saw their bandaged arm. It wasn't wrapped securely and dirt accumulated on the creased rim. Retrieving memories from your childhood, it wasn't a far-fetched idea for this person to get into scrapes and such. You didn't know if the memory served you right but you felt your hand reaching for a fresh roll of bandage neatly tucked in your bag and offering it to them. They were surprised by such a thoughtful act but only nodded in gratitude when you asked them if you could replace the bandage on their arm. You could feel their eyes on you the entire time. Their eyes spoke of thankfulness and fascination, not failing to express it in words. You smiled before taking your leave as the queue signaled your turn, but not before they could utter their name: Hange.
After being enlisted in the Survey Corps, you were welcomed by another set of friends and acquaintances. Your group was always separated from Hange but they always managed to come and say hi to you or share their food as if in gratitude for the first day when you showed them kindness. At one point, you told them that they didn't have to do so much to thank you but they insisted on helping you out whenever you need.
You noticed Hange's subtle gazes on you or their flirty attitude at the limited time they were near you. But their advances always end up overlooked as you always see them as a good friend and nothing else.
At the return to Shiganshina, dread stirred on your insides, as you looked at your comrades, a sinister thought crept up your mind that maybe after this mission, you wouldn't see each other again.
The moment you charged outside, you wished to at least see Hange that morning before everything else changed your lives.
BUt later that day, hearing about Hange's squad getting caught up in the explosion shook something inside you. You felt your flesh liquefying, getting sucked dry out of your skin. Your dread and regret made a sinister pair upon tormenting your insides that your hands trembled just by holding your blades. However, seeing Hange emerge alive with a bandaged eye lifted the veil of dread over your heart, replaced by concern at the sight of their injury.
You wanted to jump in their arms, telling them how grateful you were to see them again, maybe offer to treat their bandaged eye the way you bandaged their arm the first day you met, but you were both shaken by the battle that took those you love and cared for.
Hange only acknowledged you with a gentle squeeze on the shoulder before walking past as the remaining soldiers returned to the headquarters.
That night, Hange sat by the window, staring ahead at the vast midnight blue darkness along a lone white rose placed in a small jar. Too many thoughts and too many dead comrades for one small flower.
Hange recognized your entrance as you knocked on their door, acknowledging you with a single eye as you sat by the window next to them.
Nothing was exchanged but soft words masking the grief and affection lying underneath. Hange would look at you in that same subtle gaze they used to have all those years ago but this time, they felt you returning that same tender gaze.
You stood up from your seat and went into their arms, surprising Hange as they saw you initiate such an affectionate act. But no sooner, their arms gave up, no longer holding so much strength after that battle. They sank into your embrace, their wounded heart nestling to your warmth to suffice for the cold night.
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I already sent in a few requests but then you had to open up the househusband can of worms, huh? đ /lh /pos
General headcanons for Trey, Ruggie, Azul, and Jade as househusbands please? đïžđïž I'm so soft for these boys I know I'm gonna brainrot so hard for them if you do this already. Thank you in advance if you do this!
Iâve got a separate request for just Ruggie, so we will look at him deeper there. For now, thanks for requesting. Letâs all househusband brainrot together!
Trey is a pro at being a househusband. Perhaps it is because he is oldest of all his siblings, but he just has a knack of knowing how to take care of others. If you need someone to encourage you to go for that promotion at work, he is your guy. Someone to cheer you up after a string of stormy days, he is your guy. Really, all the little things he does just makes you grateful that he is your guy!
Baking is his superpower. You fondly recall your first cooking experience with your husband, making a chestnut tart in the schoolâs kitchen. Since then, youâve had plenty of reasons to be thankful for your spouseâs amazing baking abilities. Nothing cheers you up faster than one of the sweet treats your spouse serves you after a particularly long day. Plus, like any superhero, he goes about in proper costume. You know Trey has aprons that match each of his signature hats.  He really gets that domestic vibe when he rolls up his sleeves and dons that apron to work in the kitchen.
Date night? No thank you. With Trey, its all about date mornings. Why morning? Thatâs when you can go out and find the best produce. You love accompanying your spouse to farmerâs markets to look for seasonal produce. He gets so excited when he can share some facts with you about the fruit and veggies; like how to tell when things are ripe or some interesting ways they could be prepared. If you have a few days to get away, you might even take a vacation to an area where there are interesting ingredients to be found. He still talks fondly about your honeymoon to the Scalding Sands and the spices he brought back with him. Maybe for your next anniversaryâŠ
You finish your dinner with a satisfied sigh, setting your fork down on the plate. âAnother marvelous creation, dear,â you say with a smile. He gives you a bashful look and adjusts his glasses. âIâm glad to hear you approve.â He stands and comes to collect your plate and you just wave him away before picking it up and following him into the kitchen. He gets a small grin on his face as he slides over to give you space at the sink. He would never ask it of you, but you know how much he enjoys your company as you wash the dishes together. He will wash and you can dry.Â
After the dishes are done, youâll both go get into your cozy clothes and head to the couch for movie night. Your nightly tradition is to watch sappy, predictable romance movies. It gives you background while you catch up on each otherâs day. âAnd so, I told Cater I was sure no one would notice,â Trey finishes his story as you both laugh about your old schoolmateâs antics. You snuggle deeper into his embrace as you rub lazy circles on his forearm. âSo, then what happened?â you prompt.
When the movie is over, Trey places a kiss on the top of your head and asks if you are ready for bed. âHmm,â you hum in gentle agreement. He helps you to your feet and you go off to brush your teeth before bed while Trey stays behind to turn off the TV and fold the blanket you had been using on the couch. When he finally makes it to the bedroom, he asks if you remembered to brush thoroughly. âTops and bottoms?â he chides. âYes,â you reply. âAnd floss?â he verifies. âOf course,â you say. âDid you choose the mint or cinnamon toothpaste?â he enquires. You turn to him, âWhy donât you come over here and find out?â He flashes his own perfect smile at you, âWell I guess Iâm not that tired after all.â
If Azul is going to be a househusband, then he resolves to be the best househusband.  He reads magazines and does internet research on the standards of keeping an impressive home. Soon your humble dwelling is looking like it belongs in a magazine. If you tell him how impressive it is, he will act like it is no big deal but the pink along his cheeks says otherwise.
He manages the household budget like a pro. He may no longer be the lounge manager he once was but that doesnât mean he has lost his business savvy. He negotiates with shop keepers like a frugal old woman, finding you discounts and deals everywhere. If funds end up getting a little tight, he might even look for a small amount of side business. He wonât let you find out (he wants you to feel like you are supporting this household!), but what you donât know canât hurt you. Azul and Jade call it their âbook clubâ and you donât suspect a thing; you just think itâs great he is keeping in touch with old friends.
He is used to working alone but that doesnât mean he doesnât get lonely. Sometimes, Azul needs a boost to get him through the day. Leave him cute notes to find as he does his chores. It gives him something to look forward to as he goes about his schedule and reminds him that he is no longer alone. If he is particularly touched by one of the messages you leave, youâll know when you get home. He will be even more enthusiastic with your welcome home greeting, reminding you that no one gives hugs like an octopus can.
When the power went off at your office, you decided to take the afternoon off. Its not like there was a way to keep working, after all! You smile as you think about the surprise your husband will have when you get home early. When you arrive, you quietly open the door and tip-toe into the dining room. You are shocked to find Azul quietly sobbing over a pile of feathers and a hot glue gun. A home dĂ©cor magazine is propped up for reference on whatever project he is attempting. âWhy is it so damned hard to glue feathers to this stupid piece of cardboard?â Azul laments to himself. You think this is not the day to surprise your spouse after all and slowly slink back out the front door.
A few hours later, you message Azul not to make dinner; that youâll be bringing something home. You arrive home (for the second time) at your usual hour. Azul opens the door for you and takes the bag of fried chicken youâve brought with you. He raises an eyebrow at you, âDid you have a bad day, dear?â You look at him guiltily, âAh, wellâŠI just thought we could both use a treat now and again.â He hums in agreement and leads you to the table.Â
âWhatâs that? Is it new?â you ask examining the feather bedecked centerpiece on the table. âOh, that little thing?â Azul says. âIts something I saw in a magazine. Can you believe they wanted 100 madol for that? I thought Iâd make one myself for a quarter of that price.â You try to keep a straight face as you say, âWell it certainly turned out nice. I hope it didnât give you too much trouble.â Azul makes an expressive hand gesture as he shrugs, âOf course it didnât. Iâm easily capable of this much and more.â You slip an arm around him and give him a kiss on the cheek, âHow lucky I am to have such a talented spouse.âÂ
Home sweet home is not exactly the sentiment you get when you walk into the house curated by Jade. The dĂ©cor is simple and modern but has almost a sterile feel to it. There is one exception and that is plants. Jade keeps a wide assortment of terrariums and house plants in every room of the house. They bring life to what might otherwise be a dreary space. Jade gives his plants names and lavishes attention on them, similar to how many people treat their pets. Sometimes you get jealous of the plants but that only amuses Jade. âFufufu. Donât worry, darling. Petunia isnât half as striking as you.â
Jade has spent many years honing his sense of observation and attention to detail. This allows him to run a most efficient household. He is like your own personal butler, there to attend to your each and every need. Sometimes, he will satisfy your needs before you even know what those are yourself. You come home from a long day and notice there are new scented bath salts waiting by a steaming tub and let a warm smile cross your face. He always knows just what you need.
While Jade is used to using his skills as a butler-type to perform an exceptional job, what he is not used to is being appreciated for it. You make sure to find at least one small thing he has done for you each day and let him know how much it means to you. He doesnât outwardly show that your small thanks have impacted him but afterwards, he goes about his day with a slight spring in his step. You also notice the things you praise him for get done a lot more frequently. You think it is Jade asking for your attention, in his own way.
It started with a sneeze. Youâd never heard your spouse so much as sniffle before. You assumed he had some mer thing that made him impervious to human sicknesses, like the common cold. However, that one small sneeze would prove you wrong. Before the day was out, Jadeâs complexion had taken on a sallow tone and his checks were rouged with a feverish look. âHey sweetheart, are you feeling alright?â you asked him with concern. He places his hand over his chest and gives you a slight bow as he says, âI assure you I am perfectly capable of continuing with my daily activities. You neednât worry about the quality of my work.âÂ
You sigh at your spouseâs comment. âJade, Iâm not concerned about your work, Iâm concerned about you! Come here,â you say as you give him a come-hither motion. When he arrives at your side, you place your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature. It didnât feel warm. He smiles at you, amused at your action. âWell, do I feel warm?â You harrumph at him. âNo, but we both know you are cold-blooded, so that doesnât mean a thing.â His amused smile widens, an indication he is pleased youâve realized your error. âRegardless! I know you Jade, and I know that you arenât your usual self. Take a rest. If not for yourself, then for me.â
He looks at you, considering his options. âVery well, dearest. I suppose I can shuffle my tasks around enough to allow for a short rest.â You pat yourself on the back for having successfully bargained with your sly spouse and hurry him off to bed. So, he thinks heâll be doing chores later; even though he is sick? Not if you can help it! With that, you roll up your sleeves and set to work on the household tasks. Jade is a very organized househusband, keeping a list of tasks written in his neat script pinned to a corkboard in the kitchen. You start with task four, tasks one through three having been already completed by Jade, which is doing some cooking prep work to get ready for tomorrowâs lunch.Â
By the time you are at task six out of ten, you are fatigued. How does Jade do this every day? You have a small dish of ice cream to cheer yourself up before jumping back in. There is no way youâll allow your sick spouse to lift one more finger today. Seven, eight, nine⊠you were nearly done. Youâve acquired a lovely blister from using the broom and a renewed sense of appreciation for all Jade does. The last task is folding the laundry, which you do with eyes drooping from exhaustion. Then you grab the folded cloths and begin to stow them away in their respective places. When you quietly open the door to your bedroom to put away some socks, the light from the hallway causes Jade to open his eyes.Â
âMy, my,â he says in a sleep addled voice, âhow surprising. Iâve slept until nightfall.â You quickly tuck the socks in the drawer and go to join him, sitting on the edge of the bed. âSee, I told you that you needed rest.â You run your hand over his forehead, gently pushing his signature lock of dark hair out of his eyes. âYou know, Iâve been doing your chores all day and I must say that I think you take on too much. You should rest more, even if you arenât sick. I love the way you take care of me and our home but sometimes I wish youâd take more care of yourself too.âÂ
Jadeâs eyes widen for a moment, as though you had startled him. Then he smiles softly at you. âHow interesting you are.â You tilt your head to the side, as though urging him to elaborate. Instead, he chuckles softly, âWell, if all my chores are done, then I donât see why I should get up at all. I do believe Iâll stay here all night.â You beam back at him, deciding in that moment that you were done too. You push back the covers and climb into bed beside your spouse, cuddling up to his side. âIs that a promise?â
#househusband au#trey clover#trey clover x reader#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#jade leech x reader#jade leech#twst#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland
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Hey I donât know if this is really a big issue among trans guys but I constantly find myself questioning my identity due to the fact I canât find any clothing or looks on men that I like. This with the fact Iâm a poc makes it like weird to look for clothing styles I enjoy. Like I keep going âam I really a man if I prefer feminine clothing? Am I just lying? Should I stay feminine?â So long story short I was wondering if theirs any like styles that look good really on men or tips for when your not feeling masculine? Or just tips on feeling more masculine pre transition in general?
Thank you for your ask, anon.
I myself am pre-transition, medically speaking. I don't necessarily do much in the means of "passing" for reasons I don't feel the need to share. My opinion may not be as valid to some of you because of this, but I'll share things that my male friends do that I've observed.
My major piece of advice in terms of clothing is don't go rushing to the men's section of a store and pick up all the large, body-covering garments you can find. Playing to your body type is important, and you should probably aim to go for a size down of what you initially assume you want in men's sizes.
Brands I usually go for are general sports brands like Nike, Adidas, Reebok etc, as well as second-hand SuperDry and H&M. (Also, if you buy something and it's too big, throw it in the wash and dryer several times.)
Dark tones are traditionally masculine as well if you want to stay safe, however there are a lot of men who wear light tones, it just depends on the style.
Layering also works in my case, but it's only helpful in winter. I find when I wear a coat over a hoodie over a t-shirt, I tend to pass a lot better. (Puffer jackets are really good for emulating this, especially North Face or similar dupes.)
Also, if you wear glasses, order some more boxy-looking prescription glasses with darker or more muted frames. These generally appear more masculine at first glance, but you can ask an optician or your friend for an opinion of what looks more masc on your face. Spend a lot of tine on this, because you obviously wear your glasses more often than certain outfits.
I'd also say that it depends on the "type" of guy you're looking to present as. I have a lanky build with longer legs, so I wear straight-legged jeans to only discreetly hide curves.
Overall, it just takes a bit of experimentation. This post may not be that helpful to everyone, because I'm using my own life as an anecdote, so I apologise in advance. There is no right way to pass, and a few people warp the meaning of passing to looking more western-centric, however I've learned that this is poor advice.
As for feeling more masculine, you could:
Buy male deodorant, shower gel or aftershave and shave with a razor marketed towards men
Buy male underwear and pajamas
Try skin-tone coloured transtape (if you can find it, it's a horror to find dark brown trans tape)
Work out every day (don't rush into this, and consistency is key)
Experiment with masculine hairstyles.
If any of you would like a separate post with specific resources for any of these, or my own personal recommendations for products and clothing, I'd be happy to share.
Sidenote: passing â feeling masculine. You're doing this for yourself, not for others.
#force masc#forced masculinisation#forced masculinization#ftm forced masculinisation#ftm forced masculinization#autoandrophilia#t4t#roachification#ftm cnc#asks#boy hypnosis#boy hypno#passing#transmasc#trans masc#ftm hypno#ftm
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be my valentine
Arthur Fleck x Reader drabble
Summary: Valentine's Day with ArthurâĄ
Warnings- consumption of alcohol, but mostly fluff, ages 18+(đ·in this case 21)
I wanted to get this out in time so I hope it's not too bad. Happy Valentine's Dayđ
As Valentine's Day approaches, it's certainly not hard to notice with the numerous gifts which filled the shops in Gotham city. All the bright pink and red colors. The words I love you and Happy Valentine's Day plastered every where. Teddy bears carrying little plush hearts. Boxes filled with luxurious chocolates. Heart shaped balloons. Bouquets of flowers both real and plastic. Shelves full of cards with sentimental phrases. Various bottles of wine. The list can continue.
It fills your chest with warmth, as you find the concept of the holiday rather sweet. It's a sweetheart day. And well, you just so happen to have a very special sweetheart. Arthur Fleck.
You plan something very special for Arthur as the date comes up. From having saved up a generous amount of money and requesting to leave work early in advance, you made sure that you were prepared to pull it all together.
This past week leading up to Valentine's day, you'd spotted a perfect gift for him in the window of a gentleman's shop. There was a rack containing a few men's belts. Your eyes had instantly glued to a really nice brown one. Surprisingly it was made of durable quality for an affordable price. You immediately bought it for Arthur and hid it in your dresser under all your clothes.
You were keeping everything regarding your plans concealed from Arthur, as it was going to be a wonderful surprise for him. After all, he deserves it.
Finally, the day arrives. February 14th.
Your morning went by like usual. After work, you stopped at the local market and a second hand shop to pick up everything that you'd need before rushing home. Smiling all the way there as you're unable to contain your excitement.
Once back in the comfort of your shared home, you set the bags on the counter and waste no time in getting everything ready.
You'd found a lovely pair of smokey brown wine goblets from the thrift store. From the market, you picked up a bottle of wine, a small gift bag for the belt, a balloon to tie on the gift bag, and the ingredients needed to make chocolate covered strawberries.
After placing the wine in the freezer to chill, you get right to work on the strawberries. Your heart swells while you prepare the fruit. Dipping them in melted chocolate, then decorating them with pink and red sprinkles. They looked so pretty and very fitting for the occasion. Although, you were most excited with what you had in mind for a few of them. Some of which, you decorate with little Carnival clown smiles. Using decorative colored frostings that matched Carnival's clown makeup.
The smile on your face continues to grow wider with every smile you draw. You knew how much Arthur loves performing as the clown. So you just know that he would adore these.
Once finished, you placed the decorated fruit in the fridge so the chocolate could fully harden. They all came out perfect, especially the Carnival ones. You get everything else ready- washing the wine glasses and bagging up the gift. Then you eagerly await Arthur's arrival.
Soon enough, you hear his usual little shuffle outside the door and your heart leaps. You rush to greet him at the entrance, nearly tripping over your own feet in excitement.
Arthur steps inside and his eyes brighten as he smiles at you. In his arms, he's carrying a beautiful bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, and an envelope. He holds them out for you.
"Hey y/n, happy Valentine's day!"
"Oh, thank you so much baby!" You graciously receive his gifts. The flowers look so radiant, you bury your nose in them. "Ah, they smell lovely."
"Yeah, I picked out the very best ones for you." He nervously rubs the back of his neck. "I.. I know it's not much. But I hope you like it."
You look at him, unable to accept what he just said. Because to you, this is a lot. You know that Arthur must have saved up a lot of his hard earned money to buy you these things, when he really didn't have to. So you make sure to let him know how much you truly appreciate his gifts and his efforts. "Aw Arthur, what do you mean? This is amazing, I love it! I can't thank you enough for this, baby."
Reassured by your words, he leans in and gives you a kiss on your forehead. He is always so sweet and loving to you. "You're welcome, my love. Do you want me to hold those so you can open that?" He points to the envelope in your hand.
"Actually um, I have something that I want to show you first. Is it alright if I open this up right after?"
"Sure."
He follows you from the entryway into the kitchen. His eyes instantly widen in awe at the sight before him.
"Happy Valentine's day to you too, Arthur!" You exclaim with glee.
There on the kitchen counter, he spots a small gift bag with a heart-shaped balloon neatly tied to it. Along with two wine glasses and a platter full of chocolate covered strawberries. He notices the little Carnival smiles on some of the fruit and his eyes gleam with happiness.
He's left speechless. It takes him a moment to take it all in. He doesn't know where to even start, so you set the items in your arms down and take his hand to guide him.
"Would you like to open your gift?"
He gives a yes and you hand him his gift to open. He reaches inside and pulls out the neatly wrapped belt. Running his fingers along the leather material as he tries not to cry or break out in a laughing fit. He's been needing one of these for a while and he appreciates that you had noticed. "I love it! Thank you so much, my love."
You place a soft kiss on his cheek. "You're very welcome."
He sets the article down then sheepishly moves to caress one of the strawberries. Rather delicately, as he is afraid that he'll mess them up. He traces the red smile, taking in all the details. It's an exact likeness to his Carnival makeup. "These are- wow. You made these?"
"Yep." You can't help but giggle at his tender display of sweetness, "and it's alright, Arthur. You can pick them up. I made them just for you."
He does so at your word. Picking one up to closely admire the little red smile. You take the time to pull the wine from the fridge and pour a glass for both of you. All the while he thanks you repeatedly for the gifts. It fills you with warmth. You are delighted that he likes his Valentine's day gifts.
You hug him tightly and move in for a kiss, taking this time to thank and love one another with your mouths. As you pull away, you reply, "and thank you for my gifts, baby. How about I open up that envelope now?"
"Yeah," Arthur agrees. "I'll get it for you."
He picks it up and hands it to you. There are a bunch of tiny scribbled hearts all over the envelope. You smile at the fact that he drew them on there. Written also in his handwriting is my love in the middle of the cover. Opening it up, you find a handwritten letter from Arthur inside. You silently read the entire note, letting out a small sigh at a few sections. He poured all his love out for you in that letter.
Tears formed in your eyes, and you sniffle as you wipe them away. "I love you so much, Arthur."
"I love you too, beautiful." Arthur grins heartily and hands you a strawberry.
Simultaneously, you each silently take a bite and stare lovingly into each others eyes. Both wondering how you'd gotten so lucky.
#into-crazy#arthur fleck#arthur fleck imagine#arthur fleck x reader#arthur fleck x you#joker 2019#phoenix!joker#valentine's day
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A Gift to Spring Breeze - 4
Season:Â Winter Characters:Â Subaru, Mao, Eichi Translator:Â taiyaki-translations
Mao: âGood afternoon everyone~! I am the student council president and the host of this on-campus charity flea market, Isara Mao. Thank you for joining us today!â
âLet me briefly explain the rules of the event! Everyone can hand in the items they want to donate to the largest booth located on the north side of the grounds, and the staff will determine if they can be accepted.âÂ
âThe items that are not suitable to be given away directly will be placed on the stalls on the east and west side of the charity sale. If youâve prepared a lot of items, you can also apply for a stall in advance.âÂ
âAll proceeds from the sales will be used to purchase materials to be donated to the orphanage in the name of all the students and teachers of Yumenosaki. The whole process will be supervised carefully to ensure that everything is delivered properly.âÂ
âEveryone is also welcome to participate in the handicrafts activities on the south side of the grounds whenever they want! The handicrafts, candies and snacks prepared by everyone will be sent to the children as special New Yearâs gifts.âÂ
âFinally, I hope everyone can have fun today, and have a happy and meaningful time âȘâ
âŠAhaha, I saw the producer applauding with everyone in the audience. Itâs a little embarrassing~Â
I really looked like a student council president just now? Really?Â
To be honest, I have always felt like Iâm still far behind the former president. Thank you for cheering me on âȘ
Also, this charity event seems to be running smoothly. Thank you for all your help, producer.Â
Even though you have so much work to do as a producer, you were still willing to take the time to help us contact and communicate with others on all aspects of this event. Itâs because of that the event could be finalized so quickly.
Leave it to the student council now! Even if itâs just to measure up to your hard work, we will definitely make the event a complete success â
By the way, does that big bag youâre carrying hold all the things you want to donate? If itâs heavy, shall I help you carry it?
You say itâs not that heavyâŠ? Oh, so theyâre old clothes that belonged to the producerâs brother that he can no longer wear.Â
Haha, I get it, I get it. Boysâ heights increase quickly when theyâre growing up, right~?Â
It just so happens that I also want to donate some comic books that Iâve read, so Iâll go over to the staff with you.Â
Although I feel a little reluctant to give them up, I want more people to be able to read these beautiful comics âȘ
Wow, the line for donations is so long⊠It seems like everyoneâs enthusiasm is much higher than I thought.
Subaru: Yahoo yahoo~ Sally~, Producer! Look here, give me a smile, a smile â
Mao: ~â
âŠI unconsciously followed the producerâs lead and made a peace sign. Subaru, are you taking pictures of us with that camera?
Subaru: Thatâs right, Iâm being conscientious and completing the task that the producer assigned to me!Â
Mao: So thatâs it⊠This time, you needed to record the details as a demonstration of how to run this kind of event in the future. Subaru is familiar with the schoolâs affairs and has some experience with a camera, so you asked him to do it?
Subaru: Fufun~ Eichi-senpai has given me a similar assignment before, so Iâm pretty good at it now. Iâve taken a lot of good photos and videos~âȘ
Look, this is a souvenir photo of me with my glass marbles. I asked the staff next to me to take the photo. Arenât they sparkly~â
Mao: Oh, I remember that Subaru has always liked the glass marbles from soda bottles, right? It must have taken you a long time to get such a full can�
Subaru: Itâs no problem, I can always restart my collection. If they can bring sparkling smiles to the children, then every glass marble has even greater value â
Huh, producer? Why did you suddenly pat my head? Are you praising me?Â
Haha, I feel that everyone who is willing to share what they like with others is amazing!Â
For example, Hokke brought konpeito candy and gaming books, as expected. And Natsume and that yellow kid would be interested in buying the retro games that Ukki found at his house, right?Â
Airaâs stall has a lot of duplicate idol goods that he said he bought on impulse. I got a small hand light with Shinononâs face printed on it â
Oh also, also, this photoâ
Eichi: Oh, isnât this Tori? He looks so cute hugging that giant teddy bear.
Mao: âŠUwah!? T-Tenshouin-senpai, when did you get behind me?
Eichi: Sorry, did I scare you? Seeing you all chatting so happily, I got curious so I couldnât help but come over âȘ
Subaru: Weâre just looking at the photos I took! Himemin said that he and his sister picked this bear for the children together. They even left a note saying âTake good care of me!â in the bearâs pocket.Â
Mao: Ah, it looks like itâs almost our turn in line. After this, Iâll meet up with the other members of the student council to patrol the grounds.Â
Producer, you donât have any other work assignments this afternoon, right? Thatâs a rare opportunity, so why not enjoy this as an ordinary high school student and hang out with Tenshouin-senpai? âȘ
Subaru: Then, Iâll go and continue taking pictures~ See you later!
Eichi: So in the end, itâs just me and the producer, huh? Donât you think itâs a date-like atmosphere?Â
Oh my, your reaction is so calm, Iâm a little disappointed.Â
However, this serious and frank character of yours is also one of your good points and what makes you so cute. Thatâs why I canât help but joke around so I can see more interesting expressions from you âȘ
Hm, I smell food⊠That should be the students selling various home-made snacks at the nearby stalls. Even steamed buns are available.Â
âThen letâs start with the takoyakiâ? Haha, thatâs fine with me. Itâs rare to see the producer so motivated about something other than work.Â
This really gives off the feeling of being at a festival and it reminds me of the time when the Kenkafes(?) was held.Â
For me, that was a very pleasant and unforgettable summer memoryâŠâȘ
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*These are not official groupings, just mine.
EARLY (1987-1993)
Mainline games released: I, II, III, IV, V.
Other notable releases: the Legend series, Mystic Quest
Established the formula & series mainstays--job classes, summons, chocobos & moogles, etc.
These games were relatively simple at first, but soon became trailblazers for epic storytelling in RPGs--especially IV (or initially II in North America).
Pixel guys.
Mostly known by their many (many, many) remasters and remakes.
Modern audiences might find their stories rote and their gameplay unnecessarily difficult, but they still enjoy a tiny, vocal fanbase.
GOLDEN (1994-2001)
Mainline games released: VI**, VII, VIII, IX, X.
Other notable releases: Tactics, Chocobo's Mystery Dungeon, Anthology, Chronicles
With the formula established & with the more powerful hardware of fifth- (and later sixth-) generation consoles, FF pushed boundaries and graphical limitations to produce their most ambitious games (and marketing campaigns) yet. You might say they succeeded, for better or worse; Final Fantasy VII is generally considered to be the very first AAA video game.
The era that the majority of the FF fanbase on the Internet is most nostalgic for, a fact that might inspire either your own misty-eyed recollection of the good ol' days, or an overwhelming desire to snap the rose-tinted glasses. Or both.
Saw the first of many (many, many) ports across different systems--in part to give English-speaking audiences access to the early games they missed, but also as blatant cash-grabs.
Modern audiences who have no nostalgia for this era often voice that they find stylized 3D polygons much more difficult to acclimate to than the pixel guys.
**FFVI could arguably fall under the early era. If I'd made this poll fifteen years ago, when the division of fans between VI and VII was much more stark, that's where I would have put it. However, this poll is also about how modern audiences tend to think about their favorite FF games, and FFVI enjoys a nostalgic fanbase on par with those of the other games of the golden era. Search for it on any "best FF games of all time" list and you'll see what I mean.
COMPILATION (2002-2008)
Mainline games released: XI, XII.
Other notable releases: Crystal Chronicles, X-2, Compilation of FFVII (Before Crisis, Crisis Core, Dirge of Cerberus, etc.), FFXII: Revenant Wings, the Tactics Advance series & the War of the Lions remake of the original Tactics, the DS remakes of III & IV, the first Dissidia. (Also of note, though not directly beneath the FF umbrella, was the introduction of Kingdom Hearts.)
The era of sequels, remakes, remasters, crossovers, and extended universes, shepherded by the Square Enix merger. Only two mainline games were released in this period, and the one that was not an MMO was an entry in the newly-formed "Ivalice Alliance" (contrary to the desires of one of XII's principal developers, Yasumi Matsuno, who left the project before it was finished).
While of course we've seen plenty of sequels & remakes since, this era went all-in on expanding Final Fantasy to the behemoth it is now. FFVII, its golden child, was showered with prequels and sequels. Crossovers were all the rage. Even games that were not strictly "Final Fantasy" games were retroactively roped into one of the existing canon masses, i.e. Vagrant Story into the Ivalice Alliance.
This was also the boom of handhelds, like the PSP and the beloved DS. Mainline games were saved for the heavyweight home consoles, while other titles were dispersed across the smaller systems.
Very few "new" worlds with no preexisting ties to the other games (outside of the shared banner of Final Fantasy) were created in this time, XI and Crystal Chronicles being the few exceptions.
If you enjoyed seeing the games you loved from the 90s getting more content, this era was a delight. If you'd rather the original entries were left alone, it was a painful sign of things to come.
EXPERIMENTAL (2009-2015)
Mainline games released: XIII, XIV (twice)
Other notable releases: XIII-2 & Lightning Returns, Type-0 (also a member of XIII's Fabula Nova Crystallis series), Dissidia 012, the Theatrhythm series, the first expansion for XIV (Heavensward), Record Keeper, Brave Exvius
FF's darkest era. XIII was the first time FF tried something new since XI--brand new world, female protagonist, fresh spin on the old ATB formula--and it fell just short of catastrophic. XIII and its sequels were not well-received (though whether this negative backlash was "deserved" is another story). The game that would later become XV was originally intended to be Versus XIII, an entry in Fabula Nova Crystallis. Between XIII's poor reception and Versus XIII's fraught development, this didn't happen.
The initial release of XIV, on the other hand, was catastrophic. It was so bad that the entire thing had to be rebooted.
The good news is XIV's reboot, A Realm Reborn, did so well that XIV is widely considered one of the best MMOs of all time. The reboot is also one of the earliest examples of video game "rehabilitation," in that a dramatic change or update to the original game transforms a negative experience into a positive one, and thus scrapes back the good will of the player. (No Man's Sky is a non-FF example.)
The virulent criticism of XIII has softened over the years, and it enjoys a small, dedicated fanbase.
You started to see FF dip into mobile games at this point, too.
MODERN (2016-2023)
Mainline games released: XV, XVI
Other notable releases: World of Final Fantasy, Final Fantasy XII: The Zodiac Age, Dissidia NT, Dissidia Opera Omnia, Final Fantasy VII Remake, the pixel remasters of I-VI, Stranger of Paradise: Final Fantasy Reunion, Crisis Core: Reunion, a slew of expansions for XIV
The long-anticipated release of XV heralded a new age (as well as a movie and an anime). In contrast to XIII, XV was very popular, and put FF back on the map. People loved the boys' road trip.
XIV is still going strong. I don't play MMOs but I'm happy for them.
The remakes & remasters are back, and looking more realistic than ever (if you're into that sort of thing). Look at how many individual pores you can see on your old favorites' faces! The most successful of these is the Final Fantasy VII Remake, which is not a remake as much as it's a conversation with the original game, a move that both drew in a new audience and softened (some of) the diehard og-VII fans who disliked the rest of the Compilation.
Stranger of Paradise is an odd duck attempting to evoke the uncanny valley weirdness of the PS3 era. YMMV on if it worked.
The modern FF games step further out of the boundaries of what an FF game is, dropping ATB combat in favor of real-time action that's all the rage these days. In a first, XVI doesn't have any party members. For the folks who've grown tired of ATB and crave the fast-paced action of the modern day, XVI was a hit (though, I've heard, it failed to deliver on the story).
The endless conversation about whether FF ought to be evolving this far outside of its "formula" (whatever one believes that to be) might feel tired to the average FF fan. But, going forward, it's worth talking about the ways in which FF has neglected to evolve, or even gone backwards: such as the dev team of XV stating that the inclusion of women would cause their core bros to act unnaturally, thus why there are no female party members in the game, or the dev team of XVI deliberately not including a diverse cast because their fantasy game is inspired by medieval Europe.
Tell me which era you voted for in the tags, and what your personal favorite FF game is!
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First Film Camera Quick Guide!
I was putting together a list for a partner who's been interested in buying a film camera that can do a little more than his point and shoot and it was recommended to me that I share the picks I sent him!
This is by no means comprehensive but these are the four that come to mind for me. I've kept the options $200 and below (with lens, based on ebay listings) with the idea being if this is your first film camera, or first film SLR, you probably don't want to spend much more than that.
For anyone who's been shooting for a while who has some other options to share please feel free to mention them so nothing gets overlooked!
Nikon F4 ($200)
Pros: It was Nikon's first professional auto focus camera and also has multiple auto exposure modes from full auto, to aperture and shutter speed priority! It has great build quality, Nikons are known to be indestructible. It has advanced metering to help make sure everything in the frame is exposed properly. The F mount has been around for 70 years and counting and has the largest library of lenses available, many of which are fairly inexpensive. It also has the best viewfinder on this list for glasses wearers due to its size!
Cons: It's a tank! It's big and chunky and much like many other auto focus film cameras of the era it has that ugly DSLR look. It has a Swiss army knife worth of features many of which you may never use!
Canon EOS Rebel GII (>$100)
Pros: You can get the body and a lens for under $100 making it the cheapest option on this list! It's capable of auto focus and a number of different exposure modes that let you learn various settings or take pictures with the ease of a point and shoot. The EOS mount lasted for 30+ years so there's a wide variety of lenses across a wide spectrum of prices.
Cons: It's an enthusiast grade camera with consumer grade build quality and a somewhat limited feature set for a late era film SLR --but all the right features are included. It's big, chunky, kinda ugly.
Olympus OM-2 ($150)
Pros: It's really small for a professional camera! It has that classic film SLR look, and it was in FLCL! It's manual focus, but does have some auto exposure tools to assist you. You'll have to dial in aperture to your liking but shutter speed can be determined for you. You can grab one of these with a lens for around $150.
Cons: It will have a steeper learning curve than the auto focus cameras on this list. The OM mount library is pretty limited and while the 50mm lens you probably get with it will be cheap most other focal lengths get a little more pricey due to availability.
Nikon FE ($200)
Pros: Another small manual focus camera with auto exposure features! It uses the F mount so it's an easy system camera to grow into if you think you'll want to experiment with different focal lengths along the way! It's a Nikon so it'll probably outlast us all.
Cons: It's pricier up front than the OM-2 and if you don't think you'll want to experiment with different focal lengths down the line it probably isn't worth it!
Point & Shoot!
If you're looking for a point and shoot my main recommendation is to buy anything that's $50 or less. They all more or less work the same and they're all ticking time bombs of 90s consumer electronic goodness.
Facebook market place is a sadly a great place to find them, and where I got my beloved little Olympus MJU for $20 three years back!
Final Frame
Like I said up top, none of this is definitive! If you find something you think you can grow into that gets you excited to get out and shoot that's the camera for you! The most important thing is to have fun and make some art! Enjoy <3
#35mm film#photography#film photography#cameras#film cameras#camera gear#buyers guide#nikon f4#canon eos rebel gii#olympus om2#nikon fe#point and shoot cameras#film slr
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A toy design soapbox, if you wish: Breakability.
I think you should be able to have toys that are comparatively difficult to break at all price points as well -- not just ones that are intended for gnawing and tossing, but for just dealing with even the most well-intentioned child's handling.
Breyers caused so much anxiety for my parents and I! The plastic -- or porcelain or whatever they use -- powders rather than snaps, meaning that gluing the delicate little legs back on is nigh-impossible. My father, endlessly patient as he was, even tried drilling a hole into the leg, and attaching a screw into the cannon bone. No dice.
I received Breyers at a very young age (my earliest being when I was about 5), and was often gifted with them, or similarly breakable but beautiful items, because I was "so mature" and "so careful". A broken leg for a Breyer is as deadly as it is for a real horse, and for someone who doesn't have a particularly good grasp on "real" and "not real", the vagaries of wall-to-wall loop carpeting seems like a preventable tragedy that was all their fault.
This is another reason I love Schleich (which were $4-$8 at my local zoo gift shop). The animals look beautiful and intelligent, but you could drop them 50 feet and they'd be fine.
Thank you for sharing your experiences on the subject.
My aunts had Breyer horses, they were beautiful sculpts but they weren't toys, they were collectables of the Hummel variety, and not a great match for actual kids, no.
Schleich is a very good option for kids that want that kind of high detail and sculptural beauty but with durability and playability, and the extra cost is directly reflected in the quality. Their fantasy stuff is also very creative. Some of the best monsters on the market.
There are the rare kids who really like delicate model kits, glass menagerie figurines, etc, but that's a specialty situation that parents or collectors should be aware of in advance.
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You stood at the glass door at the back of your apartment and stared. The woman on the other side was begging to come in, and she swore she would pay you handsomely to let her spend the night as she suggestively pressed her breasts against the pane keeping her out. She said her name was Ava Rice, and she promised she would make your wildest dreams come true. You didn't much care about that and were actually pretty comfortable where you were at in life. However, it was cold, and you offered to let her into the warmth. No payment required.
She gladly accepted the offer, though she looked confused by the concept of "no payment". Everybody wanted something, right? She followed you around until sundown and did everything you did, all the while eagerly accepting anything you offered her. It turned out that you and she shared many interests and hobbies, and when you talked about your thoughts on them, it was like she read your mind and mirrored your thoughts perfectly. By the time night came around, you offered her your bed and said you would sleep on the couch. This was the first time she offered to share something you gave her, and the two of you spent the night in each other's arms.
Over the next few weeks you started dating and she found her way into every facet of your life. She was somehow always on your mind and you couldn't bear being away for long. Only a few short months after that you were married.
Once she was at the altar, you realized that you were staring pretty far up now. She was nearly two feet taller than when you first met. That was weird, but you put it out of your mind. She was yours, and nothing would change that, no matter how big she got.
She always pushed you to get more. To have more ambition. All of her plans and schemes always seemed to involve you taking anything you could.she made you feel like you deserved the world, and every few weeks you would realize she was so much larger than before. Bras that could hold beach balls. Shirts you could use as a tent.
She pushed you to follow a job opportunity in New York one day, and you obeyed without question. You needed that. A better job. A bigger house. A newer car. You craved it all. The job came when all the other applicants disappeared, but you didn't care. It should have been yours to begin with.
Your darling wife seemed to thrive in the Big Apple, seemingly growing larger by the day. "There were so many greedy people," she said. "They were fools. They wanted what they didn't deserve. Not like you. You should take it all, Babe."
You stood on the balcony from your apartment and she bent down to give you a kiss on the head. "I'm off for work, Babe. I'll see you tonight." You didn't know what her job was, or who would hire a green vixen that could boob hat Godzilla, but so long as she brought in more everything you were happy. That was what happiness was, right?
"You did it, Babe!" squealed the titanic fox in delight. Her voice alone shook the apartment building to its foundations, and a good portion of the city found itself buried under her body. "I told you the promotion was yours!" You practically ran the company now, and you were always looking for more opportunities to advance and grow even wealthier and more powerful. Some thought you spent money faster than you made it, but those people were idiots. You made so much more money than they knew.
Every day saw you gain more wealth as your company grew and flourished. You bought out rivals, rebranded their products as your own, and made sure any loophole was exploited to get yourself a bigger share of the pie. Ava couldn't have been happier, either, though she had become so massive that it was a wonder she could even hear you anymore. There wasn't a market on earth you hadn't wormed your way into, and most of the planet was giving you money faster than you could get rid of it buying more stuff.
Sometimes you could see Ava visibly growing and that thrilled you. Now there was even more of your darling wife. More was always better, but you hadn't reached 'best' yet.
One morning you woke up and Ava had doubled in size overnight! It looked like that deal went through and you practically owned the whole world. "I'm almost there," you heard her say. "Almost ready to consume everything. Just a little more." You wondered what she meant by that. It wasn't like she could get big enough to swallow the world, right? You were pretty sure she wouldn't do that to you even if she did. Even though she had never said it out loud, you were positive she loved you. Besides; she was yours. There wasn't a chance in hell that it was the other way around... right...?
As these thoughts swirled in your head, Ava groaned as her body stretched and grew. More of your deals were finalizing. The last thing you saw was a breast as big across as the state of Rhode Island rushing towards your penthouse as it grew to even grander sizes, crushing everything in its path forward.
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sooo ive been posting a lot of sweet domestic prickcest. buT NOW its time to bring back some of the angst!!!! Summary: The night before the wedding Rating: T Pairing: prickcest
Prime paced around his room angrily, taking his mood out on the minimal furniture he had. He spied an empty glass bottle on the floor that heâd drained the night before and without thinking, he hurled it at the wall. The sound of glass shattering loudly gave him a millisecond of satisfaction before his black mood came back.
âFuck!â
He circled the room once more like a caged wolf before sitting down on his bed, head cradled in his hands, remembering the conversation he had with Rick the night before.Â
âSo thereâs a rumor that thereâs a mine full of living metal on Frâxia 10, wanna go check it out tomorrow? I heard it goes for at least 1000 Flurbos per every 10 grams on the black market.âÂ
âI canât.â Rick turned away, pulling his shirt down as he made to sit up.Â
âWhy the fuck not?â Prime mirrored his actions, âWhat else have you got going on thatâs more important?â
Rick was silent, picking at his sleeves and Prime suddenly felt a spike of concern and anxiety at Rickâs behavior. It wasnât like him to be so cagey. There were no secrets between them and Rick was hiding something from him. Prime didnât like that at all.
âYouâre hiding something from me.â He said accusingly.
âIâm not-- I swear.â Rick swallowed, âYou⊠you told me not to tell you.â
âTell me what?âÂ
âYou know-- about wedding stuffâŠâ
Instantly, Prime crossed his arms and pressed his lips together. Damn. Thatâs right. He had told Rick to never ever bring up that shit in front of him. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he watched his lover made in his image twist his hands together.Â
âSo what, go get your suit fitted, try some cake then letâs go to Frâxia.â
âI canât.â Rick said emphatically standing up. âI told you.â
âHow long does it take to send out a few wedding invitations and eat some cake, geez.âÂ
âWeâre past that.â Rick said coldly, slipping his lab coat on. âYouâd know that if you showed any interest in my life. But for yourâ for your information the wedding is tomorrow. Thatâs why I canât go with you.â
âTomorrow?!â Panic and insurmountable rage flooded through Primeâs body and he saw nothing but red. Heâd been avoiding dealing with Rickâs wedding, hoping somehow that the affair would blow over. There was some foolish, wishful thinking on his part that made him believe that the day would never come. It had seemed like forever ago when Rick had broken the news to him and the thought of Rick slipping away from him made him want to eat glass.Â
In all honesty, Prime hadnât really given Diane much thought at all. In all realities she was nothing but a simple, stupid woman who had no scientific inclination or achievement. Her only goal was to settle down and be a doting housewife. Living by the handbook of the All American Dream. He honestly believed that Rick would come round, see the obvious truth and incompatibility, own up to his idiocy and then⊠maybe theyâd continue their adventures uninterrupted and continue making scientific advancements⊠help each other scheme and maybe take over the universe⊠Prime couldnât believe that Rick was still going through with this farce. Rick was a smart guy, how was this even a topic of debate? The genuine gleam in his eye when they discovered a new planet or the laughter they shared over the silliest realities, figuring out the extent of the multiverse and debating on theories, Prime knew that Rick would be walking away from all of that and that it would destroy him. He knew what it was like to be the smartest person in the room, all Ricks did. To put oneself back into such a lonely existence was mind boggling. But most importantly, Rick would be walking away from him and Prime couldnât understand it.Â
Over the past year, Prime had doubled down on his efforts to take Rick out into interstellar. Mainly to have him spend as less time as possible with the Bitch but also to prove to Rick what heâd be missing out on. He almost thought heâd succeeded too. I mean, they were still fucking right? Even though he had a fiancĂ©e. Prime thought that Rick had been waiting for an opportunity to leave amicably and he hadnât pushed it, wanting Rick to come to that conclusion himself, knowing that if he had insisted on the breakup, it would do nothing but push Rick in that direction. It was clear to Prime that heâd made an incorrect estimation and that he should have worked on breaking up the relationship sooner if only to save Rick from himself.Â
He narrowed his eyes as Rick found his shoes, slipping them on. Prime struggled against two emotions, panic that the love of his life seemed to be walking away from him with no promise of return and rage that Rick was willingly subjecting himself to a lifetime of mudanity. It made no sense to him whatsoever. Rick had the potential to be great and this woman was only dragging him down. He hated her.Â
âYouâ youâre a fucking hypocrite, you know that?â Prime felt himself shake with contempt as he let Rick have his thoughts. Heâd always been very clear about his distaste in Rickâs choices but heâd never really told Rick about how he really felt. Now, as Rick furthered the rift between them, he couldnât stop the vitriol that poured from his mouth in his last desperate attempt to make Rick see reason.Â
âYou-- you call yourself a scientist but youâre just some fuckinâ hack. Do you understand what youâre walking away from? Bro, Ricks donât pass on this opportunity. You have a chance to do something great, you could be a god if you wanted to. You really gonna throw all of this away for one kid of yours in the multiverse? You know that in the grand scheme of things, none of this matters right? If you canât see what a huge mistake this is, maybe I overestimated you.âÂ
Rick didnât even look at him but Prime saw the way his body stiffened. Good.Â
âExcuse me for not taking your marriage seriously when youâre in my bed almost every week. Y-you think youâre so above it all but youâ youâre just as shitty as the next asshole. The only difference is that at least an asshole knows their shit stinks. You just led me on for months like the fucking cock tease that you are. F-Fucking slut.â
âAdmit it. You canât live without me. You donât want to quit this shit. If you did you would have ended this months ago. But you didnât. I mean, for fuck sake, itâs the night before your wedding and youâre here and not at home. You obviously donât want to go through with this. You can lie to her but donât lie to yourself. Namely, me. Because Iâm you and youâre me.â
âAre you done?â Rick said quietly.Â
âYouâre a bigger idiot than I thought. You fucking disgust me. You make me ashamed to even share the same DNA as you. I hope youâre fucking happy choosing a life of mediocrity.â
âI donât have a choice.âÂ
And Prime saw the deep pain in Rickâs eyes and it made him feel like he was breaking too. This man was still every bit as conflicted as he was a year ago. Still unable to choose and yet time was unforgiving, pushing Rick closer to a choice he didnât want to make with every second that ticked by.Â
âDo youâŠâ Prime squeezed his hands into fists, âDo you still⊠love me?â
âDonât make me answer that. What do either of us have to gain from me answering that question?â Rick pulled out his portal gun and Prime felt an intrusive urge to reach out and break it. Trap him here forever. He felt Rick pull away from him further and there was nothing he could do about it. His words caused the cracks in the rift to widen and they were standing on opposite sides, unable to reconcile.Â
Prime clenched his jaws together so hard he thought he might crack a tooth.Â
âWhen are you going to fucking snap out it? Youâre a fucking idiot if you go through with this. You could have everything if you stay with me. I donât get why you would choose to be a fucking nobody after everything weâve seen together.âÂ
Prime hated to hear himself beg like this.Â
A portal opened up between them, casting a green glow on their miserable faces.Â
âDonât go.âÂ
âI have to.â Rick touched his arm gently, âIâm sorry.âÂ
The portal closed.Â
Prime felt an inhuman scream burst from his throat and he felt like his chest was being gouged out.Â
Prime looked at the shattered glass on his floor from where he broke it minutes ago. Fuck everything. Fuck everyone. Fuck Rick. He stalked over to his desk and yanked open a drawer, fishing out a small bag of pink powder. His usually steady fingers shook as cut up a line and snorted it. It was more powder than he should have taken but Prime was beyond caring at this point. Everything was pain and pain was everything. Immediately, the effects of the K-Lax had his heart pumping and his cheeks flushed with color as his pupils blew out his blue irises.Â
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
He threw himself on the bed and inhaled his pillow deeply. He could still smell Rick. He was everywhere. His scent caused Prime to remember the way Rick had thrashed around as Prime nearly broke his back and the mattress a few nights ago. It felt like an eternity since then. Prime felt himself harden with the effects of K-Lax still running rampant through his system and he began rutting against the covers, still burying his face into his pillow, pretending that it was Rick instead.Â
There was no relief and satisfaction. Hate, rage and jealousy burned through his body and he didnât have a single outlet to express it. Prime snatched a bottle up from the floor and drank from it deeply. Even tequila didnât seem strong enough to dull the fiery temper that heâd been sitting on for hours. Or maybe it had always been there. The one sided argument from last night only seemed to have opened Pandoraâs Box.Â
As he lay on his bed, sipping from the bottle and marinating in his dark thoughts, an idea came to him.Â
He should go to the wedding.Â
He should absolutely not go to the wedding.Â
It was a great idea. He could see Rick again and bear witness to when one of the greatest men of all time fell victim to planetary mediocrity.Â
It was a terrible idea. He should leave Rick alone. For his sake. And his own.Â
It could be his last chance to change Rickâs mind.Â
Prime sat up and drained the last of the bottle for liquid confidence. Not that he needed any, but it just felt right. One last drink. He grabbed for the half empty pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, lighting one and sucking on the filter hard to boost the inebriation. A white cloud of smoke rushed out of his mouth and Prime contemplated his plan. He had to know if Rick was serious about going through this or not. If there was even a tiny percentage of hesitation, Prime would take him away and save him from himself.Â
Someone had to do it.
#prickcest#my writing#there will be a part two to this scene#thank you for everyone whos been keeping up with my prickcest stuff??!?/#i love yall#and i also love these guys ; u ;#i cant wait to get into the canon stuff too#given their past relationship
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Medical Disposables Market to be worth US$ 326 Billion by 2033, Reveals Future Market Insights
The Medical Disposables Market revenues were estimated at US$ 153.5 Billion in 2022 and is anticipated to grow at a CAGR of 7.1% from 2023-2033, according to a recently published Future Market Insights report. By the end of 2033, the market is expected to reach US$ 326 Billion. Bandages and Wound Dressings commanded the largest revenue share in 2022 and is expected to register a CAGR of 6.8% from 2023 to 2033.
The rising incidence of Hospital Acquired Infections, an increasing number of surgical procedures, and the growing prevalence of chronic diseases leading to longer hospital admission have been the key factors driving the market.
The subsequent spike in the number of chronic illness cases and a rise in the rate of hospitalizations has fueled the field of emergency medical disposables growth. The expansion of the medical disposables market is being fueled by an increase in the prevalence of hospital-acquired illnesses and disorders, as well as a greater focus on infection prevention. For example, the prevalence of healthcare-associated infection in high-income countries ranges from 3.5% to 12%, whereas it ranges from 5.7% to 19.1% in low and medium-income countries.
A growing geriatric population, an increase in the incidence of incontinence issues, mandatory guidelines that must be followed for patient safety at healthcare institutions, and an increase in demand for sophisticated healthcare facilities is driving the medical disposables market.
The market in North America is expected to reach a valuation of US$ 131 Billion by 2033 from US$ 61.7 Billion in 2022. In August 2000, the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) issued guidance concerning healthcare single-use items reprocessed by third parties or hospitals. In this guidance, FDA stated that hospitals or third-party reprocessors would be considered manufacturers and regulated in the exact same manner. A newly used single-use device still has to fulfill the criteria for device activation required by its flagship when it was originally manufactured. Such regulations have been creating a positive impact on the medical disposables market in the U.S. market in specific and the North American market in general
Competitive Landscape
The key companies in the market are engaged in mergers, acquisitions and partnerships.
The key players in the market include 3M, Johnson & Johnson Services, Inc., Abbott, Becton, Dickinson & Company, Medtronic, B. Braun Melsungen AG, Bayer AG, Smith and Nephew, Medline Industries, Inc., and Cardinal Health.
Some of the recent developments of key Medical Disposables providers are as follows:
In April 2019, Smith & Nephew PLC purchased Osiris Therapeutics, Inc. with the goal of expanding its advanced wound management product range.
In May 2019, 3M announced the acquisition of Acelity Inc., with the goal of strengthening wound treatment products.
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More Insights Available
Future Market Insights, in its new offering, presents an unbiased analysis of the Medical Disposables Market, presenting historical market data (2018-2022) and forecast statistics for the period of 2023-2033.
The study reveals essential insights by Product (Surgical Instruments & Supplies, Infusion, and Hypodermic Devices, Diagnostic & Laboratory Disposables, Bandages and Would Dressings, Sterilization Supplies, Respiratory Devices, Dialysis Disposables, Medical & Laboratory Gloves), by Raw Material (Plastic Resin, Nonwoven Material, Rubber, Metal, Glass, Others), by End-use (Hospitals, Home Healthcare, Outpatient/Primary Care Facilities, Other End-use) across five regions (North America, Latin America, Europe, Asia Pacific and Middle East & Africa).
Market Segments Covered in Medical Disposables Industry Analysis
By Product Type:
Surgical Instruments & Supplies
Would Closures
Procedural Kits & Trays
Surgical Catheters
Surgical Instruments
Plastic Surgical Drapes
By Raw Material:
Plastic Resin
Nonwoven Material
Rubber
Metals
Glass
Other Raw Materials
By End-use:
Hospitals
Home Healthcare
Outpatient/Primary Care Facilities
Other End-uses
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