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Obsessed

Pairing: Pro-hero!Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Summary: Bakugo is obsessed with your ex and it’s driving you up a wall (Inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s song Obsessed)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut, 18+

A/N: a few weeks ago I saw a post that was about this same concept, and I couldn’t find it to link it here unfortunately. I just thought it fit so well with him that I wanted to write my own take on it. Also this is just comedy, obviously his behavior in this would be problematic in real life so I’m definitely not condoning his obsession.

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Bakugo Katsuki’s eyes danced from cover to cover of every one of the magazines stocked in the stand at the convenience store he regularly stopped at after work. Each one baring a hero with advertisements of their interview inside. He noticed that some of his friends had even made the cover, notably Shitty Hair’s and Racoon Eye’s engagement announcement and a magazine that Dunce Face had recently modeled for.

But there was one specific cover he was glaring at.

His hands crackled.

Fuck it.

He hadn’t hesitated any longer before grabbing the magazine and staring at it with scrutinizing eyes.

Fucking Hawks

That fucking asshole was on the cover of another magazine— as if the other million with him on it wasn’t good enough.

He rifled through the pages, landing on the one that the cover said his interview would be on. It wasn’t one, or two, but four fucking pages long.

He read it furiously, eyes bouncing from each and every word.

‘What would you say is the most rewarding part of your hero work?’

Who gives a crap.

‘How have you learned to balance fame with being a hero?’

Absolute shit question.

‘Everyone knows you have a large female fanbase, so we’re all curious to know why you think that is?’

Because they’re all fucking idiots with shit taste, that’s why.

‘About two years ago you were part of a pretty big scandal when you were seen leaving your agency hand in hand with a hooded woman. Now that some time has passed are you willing to admit that she’s your girlfriend?’

No she was his fucking girlfriend, not that fucking asshole pretty boys—

The magazine blew up in his hands.

”Hey!” The store clerk yelled at the hero, “I don’t care if you’re a hero, you have to pay for that! What kind of business do you think I’m running!?”

“HAH!?” Bakugo puffed up his chest with a sneer as he stormed up to the counter, “MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T KEEP SHIT MAGAZINES HERE IF YOU DON’T WANT THEM BLOWN UP! GET SOME BETTER SHIT! I’M OUTTA HERE!” He yelled furiously at the man before storming out of the store and slamming the door shut, shattering its glass.

The clerk ran up to the door in a rage, screaming something or other at the hero as he stormed down the sidewalk angrily.

He’d probably need to find a new convenience store.

Bakugo continued to stomp his way down the sidewalk as he walked to your apartment. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled his phone out, pulling up google.

He found his fingers quickly tapping away at the screen.

Hawks

Picture after picture of that stupid hero came up and his finger swiped through each one as he sneered at his stupid face that even Bakugo couldn’t deny was objectively attractive— not to mention he had this air of coolness around him, making every single goddamned thing he did seem effortless.

Bakugo was seething, passerby’s staring at him in fear as they watched him silently rage on such a beautiful, clear day.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of your door, shoving the spare key under the mat into the lock.

”Hey, Kat!” You chirped, looking over at him from the kitchen, “How was work?”

“Fine,” he grumbled, walking over to you and taking a peak at the dinner you were cooking. Looked like chicken soup but knowing you and your cooking skills it was probably some amalgamation of whatever was in your fridge. “Couldn’t fuckin wait an hour?”he grumbled— he would’ve cooked for you if you weren’t so damn impatient.

”You were taking too long,” you whined, throwing some celery into the pot. “I got hungry.”

He grunted, reaching for your hips and turning you into him, slamming his lips into yours.

Hawks probably used to kiss you more gently— he could just picture him seducing you into kissing him, making you chase for it. 

Not Bakugo. No, if he wanted to kiss you then he was going to fucking kiss you.

You pulled away breathlessly, a hairs breadth away from him, “Whoa— what was that for?”

He stared down at you with hooded eyes.

He was better than Hawks.

He could even prove it.

He turned the stove off and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

”Hey— what are you doing!” You yelped, kicking your legs. 

“Bedroom,” he grunted.

”But what about dinner?” 

“I’ll fix whatever mess you started in there later. I’m making sure you work up a real appetite.”

* * * *

Bakugo’s hips smacked against your ass sharply, balls hitting your clit with every thrust, each slap louder than your muffled moans in the pillow you clung to for dear life.

One hand gripped the headboard as his other gripped your hip in a bruising hold. He stared at you, hunched over your trembling body as tears clung to your lashes.

Hawks couldn’t fuck you like this— no damn way. 

But what if he could— he technically was the number two hero, while Bakugo was still stuck at number 15.

What if he fucked you better?

The thought had Bakugo fisting your hair and pulling you up, freeing your pleasured moans and cries.

”K-Kat— ah, fuck—“

Did you even mean to say his name? What if you really meant to say Hawks’— what if you meant Hawks every single time you ever said his name?

”Tell me you’re mine,” he grunted.

”’M yours— all yours Kat— only yours,” you babbled uselessly. He’d be lying if it wasn’t one of his favorite things about you in bed, given any sort of prompt and you just ran with it. 

“Who fucks you this good?”

”Y-you! You do!— You fuck me so good Kat—ah- best cock I’ve ever had—“

He growled, wrapping his arms around you and hoisting you up, now fucking up into you as he held you against him, head lolling on his shoulder.

He bit down on your neck hard, making you cry out as he started sucking on it, sure to leave a nasty hickey behind.

Maybe Hawks would see. He knew neither of you even talked anymore but what if he’s just on patrol, sees you, decides to say hi, and finds that dark bruise right on your neck, sucked raw.

The thought had him bouncing you faster against him, his muffled groans into your neck sounding with your high pitched cries of his name.

He wound his hand down to your clit and rubbed back and forth furiously.

”Oh fuck—“ you sobbed, body arching and trying to get away, but he tightened his arm around you and held you in place.

”Cum pretty girl, cum around the best fucking cock you’ve ever taken.”

You came with a shrill cry, grasping for any part of him you could hold onto.

He came soon after, inside. 

He knew he shouldn’t but something about cumming in you sated whatever beast was inside him.

You whined as you slumped into his arms, weak and shaky.

”You promised Kat.”

”Couldn’t help it.”

”Then you’re wearing condoms again.” You huffed as he lowered you down on your side of the bed.

He tsked, “Go on birth control.”

”I’m not fucking with my hormones.”

”Damn woman,” he growled, laying beside you, “I’ll get you a plan B, just quit your whining.”

”You’re wearing a condom next time.”

”Yeah yeah, fine.”

”And go make dinner.”

He pulled you against him, your body curling against him with your head on his chest. “In a second. Lemme catch my breath and help clean you up first.”

You huffed but nuzzled against him. 

He liked having you curled up against him but he couldn’t deny there was an ulterior motive to him ‘catching his breath’.

He just really loved the fact that you were laying with his cum dripping out of you right now.

Not Hawks’s cum— Katsuki’s

The rest of the night went as it routinely did for the most part. He fixed the mess of the soup you were working on before eating you out and making you cum three times then fucking you for a second time… then a third time.

And when you thought he was finally done, you went to shower and get on with your shower routine only for him to walk in half way through your shower with his dick hard again.

He fucked you for a fourth time.

All with a condom.

”Seven times,”  you breathed as your head hit the pillow. “You made me cum seven times tonight.”

Your limbs were sore, Bakugo had to carry you to bed. Your legs were basically useless now. 

“What’s gotten into you tonight— it’s only a Tuesday.”

Marathon’s like these weren’t exactly out of the norm, but tonight felt so unprompted. 

He grunted, turning on his side and pulling you against his chest, clinging to you like a Koala.

”I’m not allowed to want to fuck my girlfriend?” He murmured into your hair.

”No… just felt out of no where that’s all.”

”What? You didn’t like it?” He growled defensively.

You rolled your eyes, slotting your legs with his. Everything was always so dramatic with him, “No I liked it. Best cock I’ve ever had, remember?” You snickered.

His arms tightened around you… now he was thinking of the other cock you’ve taken.

”Better than the birds?”

“Oh my god,” you hissed, annoyance dripping from every word, “Really Katsuki? This again?”

”What? It’s a simple fucking question.”

”Yes. Your cocks better than Keigo’s. Happy now?”

Silence filled the room. You thought maybe he dropped it and you closed your eyes.

”Are you just saying that to shut me up?”

”Kat,” you snapped, eyes opening again. “Drop it. I’ve already told you everything about that relationship. Just move the fuck on— I already have.”

He was silent once again.

”Do you still have his number in your phone?”

You cursed to yourself… this was going to be a longer night than you thought.

* * * *

Bakugo stared out the window as you snored lightly in your sleep, burying his nose in your freshly washed hair.

He couldn’t sleep knowing he was laying in the same spot Hawks once had.

Did he used to hold you just like this too?

When you mentioned your ex in past conversations he had thought nothing of it. You were a civilian, your life was normal, he always figured this ex you mentioned was some boring ass nine to five guy that put the most generic shit in a dating profile like ‘Favorite Hobby: Traveling’.

Of course Bakugo would be better than that guy.

Come to find out you were in a long term relationship with the number fucking two hero.

What the fuck was it about you that attracted high ranking heroes of all people. 

Like yeah you were cool and fun and magnetic and didn’t take shit from anyone— you were even able to go head to head with him in a screaming match which shouldn’t have been as attractive as he found it. Not to mention how fucking hot you were…

Okay fine, Bakugo thought you were goddamned perfect any man would be a fucking idiot if they didn’t find you any less than perfect like he did.

But still.

Number fucking two.

Hawks had always been cool and collected, saving people every day without lifting a finger. He dominated the skies and had a trail of girls drooling after him. The media loved him— everyone loved him.

Bakugo on the other hand… not so much. How could you go from someone like Hawks to Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

From number two to number 15.

One day he would become number one but he still wasn’t quite there yet.

Ever since he found out he had found himself thinking of the hero more than he ever had before. Hawks dominated every second of his life.

Is he still friends with your friends? Is he good in bed? Do you ever think about him? Is he easy-going? Not controlling like Bakugo sometimes could be?

Oh god.

He had issues.

* * * * 

“Y’know they were in love,” Bakugo practically gagged.

Kirishima side eyed his friend.

He was seriously over talking about Hawks every single time he patrolled with Bakugo.

”Isn’t she in love with you now?”

”That’s what she says,” he grumbled.

”You don’t believe her?”

”No, I believe her. I just think she’s confused.”

He was really starting to lose it, huh?

”Don’t you think,” Kirishima started, choosing his next words carefully as he waved at a little kid they walked by, elbowing Bakugo to do the same. “It’s unhealthy to think about your girlfriend’s ex this much? It’s been like two years since they broke up hasn’t it?”

”19 months and three days.”

Oh boy.

”Okay… have you tried talking to her about your obsession—“

”IT’S NOT A FUCKING OBSESSION!” He suddenly exploded, hands crackling. “WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING THAT!”

Kirishima didn’t even flinch as he screamed, instead offering an apologetic smile to the civilians on the sidewalk. “Maybe because you started asking how he is in bed after you two had sex?”

”SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR, NO ONE ASKED YOU!”

“So you haven’t talked to her then?”

Bakugo growled in response.

”Maybe talk to him?”

Bakugo looked over at his friend, eyes wide as he watched Kirishima walk beside him with his arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the sky. “Talk to Hawks?”

The idea had never struck him before.

”Yeah. Maybe you just need to meet him. You’ve probably just built up this grand image of him that the media keeps perpetuating— he might not be as perfect as you think, they always did say never to meet your heroes.”

Meet Hawks.

Meet Hawks.

Yeah— he could do that.

Bakugo was suddenly blasting away from his friend.

”Hey! We’re still doing a job you know!?” 

“I’m working by myself today!” He called out behind him.

Bakugo was on a mission.

He was going to meet Hawks and give him a piece of his mind.

The hero was often spotted perching on rooftops, miles away from his agency as any villain with a brain would know better than to commit a crime right by a hero agency— Hawks’s agency especially.

So Bakugo found himself bounding from rooftop to rooftop, searching the skies for that damn bird— he was also keeping an eye on the city, he was still a hero with a job after all.

But as the sun started to set, Bakugo grew restless, finally deciding to take a break and lay on one of the many rooftops he landed on.

No damn sign of him.

Of course he’d be hard to catch, his whole schtick was being fast.

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed at a cloud that reminded him of bird wings. He wondered if you two ever got up to weird sexual shit with those stupid wings.

His chest felt so damn tight every time he thought of him, like he could explode at any second.

He knew so much useless crap about him now that he read and watched practically every single interview of his.

He was a Capricorn.

His blood type was B.

He was 5’7” and 3/4.

His favorite food was chicken— goddamn cannibal.

He wondered if that was why you were in the habit of cooking chicken for dinner most nights.

You were together for two and a half years, that was a long time to spend with someone. What mannerisms have you picked up from him that he always believed were yours?

He pulled out his phone and pulled up Hawks’s instagram, scrolling through perfect photo after perfect photo of him and reading his replies to fan comments.

Damn bird probably didn’t even run his own account.

He tapped on his tags, scrolling down to one of the many photos that haunted him.

He remembered the news at the time, headlines reading ‘Pro-Hero Hawks Has A Girlfriend’ and ‘Sorry Ladies, This Hero is Taken’.

At the time he couldn’t give less of a shit, but now.

It was all he could fucking think about.

He stared at the photo of Hawks dragging a hooded woman by the hand out of his agency. He scrolled and stared at the second photo of him grinning down at the woman.

It was you all right.

There weren’t any other pictures of the two of you out in public and it irked him. It was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched as he wondered just how the two of you looked together in your relationship.

Did you have any pictures of the two of you in your phone?

That was when the sunlight was completely blocked, blanketing him in shadow.

He lowered his phone and his quirk nearly blew up the device.

Fucking Hawks.

His eyes followed the bird as he perched on a telephone pole near the rooftop.

”There a reason you’re lounging on a roof, hero?” Hawks asked with an amused smirk.

Bakugo only stared— was this real or had he actually lost his mind now?

He raised a brow at his silence, tilting his head, reminding Bakugo of an owl. “You didn’t get hit by a quirk or something did you?”

He suddenly had no idea what to say— he hadn’t actually planned anything out to begin with. He figured his mouth would take over like usual and he’d go from there.

”Wait, I know you,” he suddenly snapped his fingers, “You’re that hero Dynamight.”

”THAT’S GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT TO YOU.”

Hawks blinked at the outburst before he barked out a laugh.

”WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT BIRD BRAIN!?” He shouted, stomping his way over to the edge of the roof.

”Nothing, nothing,” he laughed, waving his hand, “That’s a great name.”

”ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME!” He screamed again, throwing his hand up and blasting off an explosion straight at Hawks.

Hawks’s eyes widened as he quickly darted upwards, missing the attack. “Y’know I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to be on the same side,” he called out, watching Bakugo as he seethed.

”Same side my ass,” he growled under his breath, “Is my girlfriend’s number still in your phone!?”

”Your girlfriend?” Hawks scoffed, “I don’t know who’s been lying to you but I can promise I don’t have your girlfriend’s number—“

”(Y/N) (L/N)!”

Hawks’s face fell, “You’re dating (Y/N)?”

”YES I AM, YOU STUPID BIRD.”

”Alright fine,” he shrugged, “I guess I do have your girlfriend’s number.”

Bakugo screamed as he hurled blast after blast at Hawks, to which he swiftly dodged each and every one.

He stopped, panting as he searched the sky for him as the smoke cleared, only to find the man standing in front of him.

”Is there a reason you’re trying to kill me? (N/N) moan my name while you two fucked or something?”

A fierce rage boiled in him at the nickname, “DON’T CALL HER THAT!” 

He began shooting more and more explosions at him.

Hawks tsked.

What a bother— were you really dating this guy?

He sent his feathers straight at Bakugo, each one catching onto any piece of fabric it could without slicing him and another set of feathers sliding off his gauntlets.

He had Bakugo pinned against the rooftop, palms against the concrete.

Hawks walked through the smoke, staring down at the struggling, screaming man with an unamused expression.

He kneeled down. “You’re aware we broke up like two years ago.” He said flatly, this was so ridiculous, he could barely remember what happened the last time he talked to you.

”19 months and three days,” he spat.

“Whoa,” his eyes widened before a grin tugged on his lips, “You have issues huh?” He only laughed as Bakugo continued to scream at him. “You also know she’s the one that broke up with me, right?”

”Of course she did! Because you’re a fucking dumbass who can’t fuck!”

“Can’t fuck? She tell you that? Because I remember her telling me something very different.”

Bakugo saw red, now thinking about you moaning about Hawks’s dick the same way you moaned about his.

He sighed, standing up and crossing his arms over his chest. “Y’know… it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen her. And I suppose I should cut your rampage short. Let’s go on a little trip.”

* * * *

You hummed, dancing around your kitchen while you cooked. Bakugo was late, but that was fine, he probably got held up with hero work.

You knew he’d probably yell at you for cooking dinner without him again but you were sticking to a chicken dish that you had perfected so he could complain all he wanted while eating his deliciously seasoned chicken.

There was a knock at your door.

”One second!” You called out, quickly washing your hands. It was probably the landlord again.

You turned your music off, humming as you skipped over to the door and opened it.

Your smile immediately fell.

Keigo fucking Takami leaned against the wall across your door with your boyfriend, who was currently wrapped up in a bandage capture weapon from his ankles to his mouth, being floated by Keigo’s feathers.

”It’s come to my attention that you’ve lost something,” He coolly stated with one of those grins you used to see on almost a daily basis.

Bakugo was screaming into the bandage around his mouth, not a single word coming out coherently.

Your head fell as you pinched the bridge of your nose, “For the love of God please tell me I’m being pranked.” You groaned.

”Not today sweetheart.”

More screaming ensued. “Alright,” you huffed, “Come in I guess.” You moved to the side, Bakugo being floated into the room first with Hawks following behind, and his two gauntlets floating in afterwards.

Hawks looked around the familiar space, “You redecorated,” he stated calmly, before noticing your neck, “And that looks painful,” he pointed to the ridiculous hickey your boyfriend left on you the night before. He went over to the couch and placed Bakugo down, his feathers finally rejoining his wings.

He immediately rolled off, hitting the ground with a thud as he struggled.

Hawks quirked an eyebrow at him before looking back to you, “Dynamight huh? Little hero magnet aren’t ya?”

You shrugged, “Seems so— this one keeps my hands a bit more full though.”

”Just wait till he finds out about the other hero you dated.”

Bakugo struggled more, smacking his head against the coffee table.

”He’s fucking with you Kat!” You called out, walking over to him, now standing above your restrained boyfriend, “There was no other hero— do you have to rile him up even more?” You snapped at Keigo.

He only shrugged, “He tried killing me so I think that’s fair.”

You groaned, “I’m really sorry about that. I’m gonna talk to him tonight.”

He hummed, “Nothing I couldn’t handle. You look good by the way, it’s nice seeing you doing well after all this time.”

”Yeah, you too,” you grinned, “Hero work going well? I see you on the news almost every day.”

”Better than ever.” He smiled, “I’ll let you attend to him though, I think he needs the attention.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks.” You said leading him to the door, “And thank you for bringing him here, I’m sorry again for any trouble he caused.”

”S’alright,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I do have one question though,” he turned, facing you in the doorway, “Did you really tell him I can’t fuck—?”

“Good night Keigo,” you slammed the door in his face.

You walked back over to your boyfriend, watching him roll back and forth between the couch and coffee table as he struggled with the capture weapon.

”Oh Kat,” you sighed, “What am I gonna do with you?”

You sat on the couch, leaning down and yanking the bandage from his mouth.

He said nothing.

You raised a brow, “Really? You had a fuck ton to say when he was here,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You were flirting,” he grumbled.

”You tried to kill him? Really? You don’t realize how fucking psychotic that is?”

“… He called you sweetheart.”

”Okay,” you snapped, “This has got to stop Kat. Honestly it seems like you’re more into Keigo than me.”

”That’s absolute fucking bullshit, and you know it. I’m only obsessed with him because of you.”

”So you admit you’re obsessed?”

”What!? No!—I— shut up you fucking idiot!” He screamed, rolling on the floor again to try and break free.

”Okay, how are we gonna remedy this? What can I do to help you get over this? Therapy?”

He stopped, staring at the ceiling, ”… Lemme send him a picture of my dick in your pussy.”

”Absolutely out of the question.” You stated, utterly unamused.

”Sucking me off?”

“Nope.”

”Eating you out?”

”Try again.”

“Mirror pic of us in doggy?”

”Kat—… actually I can deal with that— but only if you agree to talk to a therapist. I love you Kat so I’m really gonna need you to drop this obsession with my ex or I’m gonna have a new one.”

”Fine!” He barked. “Doggy and a therapist.”

You nodded, “Doggy and a therapist— and did you pick up that plan B like you said you would?”

“…damn it.”

* * * * 

[New Message… Unknown number]

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Keigo Takami: ‘Thanks. I almost forgot what she looked like in that position’

[New Message… (Y/N)]

(Y/N): Idk what you said but I’m begging you to stop riling him up. There’s only so much screaming I can take in one night 

Keigo Takami: Good luck sweetheart, I’m sure you’re doing a lot more screaming than he is anyway ;)

(Y/N): Bastard

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series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader... or not? content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! curse words, fangirling a lot and some self-deprecation. no proofread. this is just silly writing, we're on the safe zone for now. a/n. hi guys! i was gonna wait a little bit but i'm really excited about this one so you're gonna have earlier! thank u all for the support and i really hope you enjoy this 🫶🏻

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You met them all at school. Each with their own ambitions, their different dreams, but so similar in the nature of their core. It was almost funny how everyone with their dissimilar personalities fit so strangely well into one school group. There were times when you could still remember how you used to tell them that all together they could rule the world.

Maybe that's why you didn't see them years ago.

Jeon Jungkook was an idol. There wasn't an hour in the day or a screen in the city where you weren't watching him. He was so popular around the world that you suspected that not even one person didn't know him. His voice was on every radio station, on every cell phone of the people you passed on the street and on the buses, his face on the TV sets with the last interview he had done, as if it were a national achievement. You even saw him in restaurants, chefs naming dishes after him, production companies releasing collaborations with his company. There wasn't an object in that city that didn't have Jungkook's face on its forehead. It was impossible to escape him.

He was closely followed by Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, two of the most promising models of the last decade, a national pride hand in hand with Jungkook. You didn't see them as often as Jungkook, but they still swept the international public and there was hardly anyone who didn't talk about them. Invited to catwalks in Paris, choosing their contracts and collaborations, wearing the most expensive clothes that you wouldn't even think of buying, wearing beautiful matching jewelry, expensive enough that a single outfit from each of them could buy you five houses in the small town they all came from. Taehyung and Jimin were known as the Siamese twins of modeling. Wherever one went, the other always had to be. Their exclusivity was incomparable.

In levels of recognition, Min Yoongi followed them in line. A great rapper who was well received by the general populace. Yoongi had managed to captivate a large audience thanks to his incredible command of the production of his music and his ease and gift for writing his own lyrics. His growth was gradual, but when he touched the sky he never went down again. His popularity was not low even though his presentation to the public was not that high compared to the other three. Still, Yoongi had enough charisma and talent to stand out, especially when his fans were obsessed with highlighting the duality he had when he was on stage and when he did those seventy question interviews with Vogue or whatever… that had made him one of the best rappers of his generation and probably of the last century.

Kim Namjoon was the owner of the company that made Jungkook's debut and welcomed Yoongi with total creative freedom. If he were not solely focused on music, he would surely also be Taehyung and Jimin's agent. Namjoon had inherited a company from his parents, but the success he had turned it into over the past few years, into one of the most profitable businesses in the country, was entirely to his credit and effort. His popularity was also high, because everyone said he was too handsome to be a mere businessman; not knowing, of course, that everything involved in maintaining such a business required much more than a pretty face. Of Namjoon the public didn't know too much, not probably like the other guys and you, if he was still half the person he was before.

Hand in hand with Namjoon were Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin. Hoseok was and still is to this day a national pride as he passionately played tennis since school and turned professional, reaching to participate in major international tournaments representing his country and winning one of them. However, two years after that great feat, an accident involving one of his hands prevented him from continuing to play. No one knows exactly what happened during the more than a year and a half that he almost completely disappeared from the public eye, but when he returned with his huge smile he announced that he would dedicate himself to dance, opening his own academy throughout the center of the city. Although he was not a recurrent teacher, his academy was one of the best in the country, and of course, it was financed by Namjoon's company. At one time Hoseok became Namjoon's associate.

Seokjin, on the other hand, was the one who kept the lowest profile. He was a great doctor, cardiovascular if you were not mistaken. In addition to being an amazing surgeon, his research projects were the ones everyone looked forward to the most at the end of each year. You didn't know much about the subject, but he was almost like the guru of medicine in his field specifically. The only reason he was so much in the public eye being a doctor was because he was regularly seen in the company of Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi. The four of them made up the holy grail of dilfs.

They had all had incredibly successful careers and you were glad that they had been able to accomplish everything they once talked about on the rooftop of Namjoon's house, with sneaky steps so their parents wouldn't scold them when they sneaked out in the wee hours of the morning.

You didn't know exactly what it was - or you didn't want to acknowledge it - that succumbed inside you every time you saw or heard about any of them on the news or on social media. Because yeah, no matter how low media exposure any of them had, always the faces of all seven appeared on your TikTok every week.

It was amazing how they had all moved on and you… well, you-

“Weren't you supossed to leave?”

You lifted your head from your phone, trying to hide it with trembling hands as you let Taehyung's face next to Jungkook's plunge into the darkness of your apron pocket.

“Huh?”

You tried to look distracted, returning your gaze between your boss and the notes next to the cash register. She had a soft gaze, between amused and sisterly. Her brown eyes shifted from your eyes and hot cheeks to the notes you held upside down in your hands, pretending to work as if she herself hadn't seen you completely frozen and gawking at the pair of the country's great casanovas.

“I thought you were leaving earlier today,” your boss shifted, settling her trench coat and long brown strap bag over her shoulder. At that moment she was leaving to walk around to each of the locations she had in town, just to do follow-ups. “Don't tell me you forgot.”

You followed her index finger until it landed on the red circle you had drawn on the calendar placed in your little cubicle a couple of weeks ago, with hearts surrounding it and exclamation points. Yes you remembered, of course you remembered, but at the point where you were at the time no one was going to miss you if you didn't attend.

“I didn't forget…” your voice trailed off as you looked down, your fingers finding the tips of the pages more entertaining than your boss's worried expression.

“y/n, you asked me to leave earlier this day from four months ago,” her high-pitched voice echoed in your head, reminding you how excited you had been a while ago for this day to come. “You can't just give up like that. Come on. You still have time.”

You began to shake your head, releasing your grip on the woman who was looking at you with the same worried eyes of a mother. Your boss had been one of the most encouraging people you'd ever had in your life, besides the handful of friends you had stored in your phone's contacts.

“It was a bust last time. I don't plan on going through that again.”

“But hadn't you told me afterwards that you weren't going to let that stop you? You said… what was it? I can't drown in this glass of water.”

You grudgingly resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Really you of four months ago was a deluded fool.

“I had no idea about life at the time.”

Your boss clicked her tongue, dropping her hands on your shoulders, giving little squeezes whose familiarity stole your breath.

“I'll leave Patrick waiting for you in case you change your mind.”

You shook your head, evading the memories. The man outside the store shook his head in greeting as the two of you turned to look at him, as if he knew you were talking about him.

“Don't miss this opportunity because you're afraid. It may change your life.”

You watched her leave, the clacking of her low heels drawing the attention of everyone in the store, earning every possible stare as she did every time she entered any room. Her chauffeur, Patrick, greeted her with a similar nod of his head as before and stood leaning against the black car parked right where he could get a perfect view of your nervous face.

You, unlike the great and successful lives of your high school friends whose company you still used to miss like a fool, had not had such a great and successful life.

You were a writer. Well, an attempted writer and, worse, part-time. The other part-time was this job behind the cash register at the largest pastry chain in the country. Or sometimes as a waitress, it depended on the day. There was good pay, mind you, at least it allowed you to make up for the losses you took every time you tried to sell a book and then had to market it on your own, only to have five purchases once every seven months and three of them were from your parents and brother. The other two were from your friends.

Four months ago you had been invited to a sort of convention for readers, how they had found you and why? You had no idea, but the idea of being considered in that way drove you crazy at the time. You were so excited that you had more copies of your failed books printed and prepared your booth several days in advance to present them to the horde of people who, you were sure at the time, would come to meet you.

Only one person came by to ask you about the bathroom.

You never recovered from that.

Even with all that failure, that same day you were invited to another convention and, for a while, you were excited to attend. Everyone goes through those kinds of bumps at some point in their life, right? You have to work hard to earn that kind of fame, you kept telling yourself. But as time went on and your networks didn't grow and your videos didn't get more than ten views, or fifty views at most in a week, you began to lose that spark of excitement you held for your dream. Your parents had never turned your back on what you wanted to do, but it was too demotivating and discouraging to have spent so many years at it, so many headaches and tears invested for you to just keep losing and losing money.

That was why you were sure you wouldn't go to that convention if you had to go through that mockery again. You hadn't even bothered to go and fix your booth so surely they already knew you weren't going.

“Have you seen them yet??????”

The female voice coming from the wine cellar made you jump up on your chair.

“Jesus, Yuna, you almost killed me here.”

“I don't care! We could die right now for all we care!”

“Wow, speak for yourself.”

“Haven't you seen theeeem?”

Yuna held up her phone, the screen at full brightness blinding you for a moment. The blurry dots you saw from the proximity of the device told you nothing, as your friend jumped excitedly beside you.

“God, hold still.”

Grabbing her wrist, you leveled the phone to see her TikTok and a picture of three men.

Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook coming out of a building. From Namjoon's building.

“They look amazing, don't they? They just came out! That means their car will pass in front of us any minute!”

Yes, Namjoon's building was just a few blocks away from your boss's place. In fact, your boss knew him and many times they would prepare large orders for parties at his company. You had never seen him set foot in this place or any other in the country, but every time he went to celebrate something he had to dial your boss's personal number and you would work until your backs burned because everything had to be perfect for the big businessman.

“Are you going out to greet them or what?” you frowned, letting go of her wrist and returning your gaze to the notebook next to the cash register.

Yuna let out an excited exclamation.

“Ohhhh~, should I? Should I?”

You grabbed her by the collar of her uniform as she tried to pass behind you.

“We're still on business hours.”

“I'm sure Sol wouldn't mind,” her almost heart pupil eyes stared down the street, her hands moving in front of her like she was a zombie. She almost seemed possessed by her fanaticism. Though of course you didn't blame her, if you didn't know any of the seven knights of the underworld you would surely be as excited as she was.

“Don't put words in her mouth. You'd better tell me if the lady's batch of cakes is out yet-”

Commotion erupted throughout the room. You almost saw in slow motion how all the people in the premises got up and running in the direction of the glass doors when you heard the screams coming from far away.

“They're comiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!”

Sometimes you wondered how they dealt with this level of fanaticism.

The ground almost shook with the amount of people running after a black car, where the three men who were causing such a furor so early that day were most likely to be, and the commotion was not tiny inside the venue where the screams erupted.

Having to deal with that on a daily basis would easily turn someone into a hater. Not that you were one... strictly...

“God, for a moment we breathed the same air,” Yuna plopped down on the table, her body doubled over with her eyes lost. You resisted the urge to smack her forehead.

“Their car windows were up.”

“So you saw them, right?????”

“Argh.”

You had to drag her back to work as the excitement in the store dissipated. You attended to another batch of consumers while Yuna fixed the display case and, in a moment of lapse you could almost tell, her back suddenly straightened and she turned to look at you with her eyes a little too wide. You passed the change to the man in front of you, who barely sent you a confused glance before continuing to claim his order at the other corner of the store.

“What's wrong with you?”

“You shouldn't be here.”

“Don't say that with that face. You look creepy,” you pulled out the bill to tuck it under the cash register as Yuna approached, leaving the frightened face behind.

“Wasn't that convention today?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Then why aren't you there?”

“Do I look like I want to be there?”

“Y/n! It's a great opportunity. You should-”

“A great opportunity for what, to be a laughingstock again?”

Yuna pursed her lips, looking almost pained that you would remember in that way the experience that was supposed to change your life. She had been one of the ones who had accompanied you to set up the booth and she was sure she had never seen you smile so much during all the time the two of you had known each other. Yuna was aware of how over time you seemed to have lost interest in this new convention, but she didn't think you would finally decide not to go.

On the sly, she had prepared your booth with the help of your mother and Sol, your boss.

“You were never a laughingstock! Don't say that,” Yuna patted your forearm harder than necessary. “Besides, I recently logged some purchases on the site! How do you-?”

“I know it was you and mom,” you raised your voice to interrupt her, stepping archly away from her body.

“What the… Of course not, ha, ha!”

“You're the only fools who would write down celebrity names to register purchases. Besides, the addresses don't even exist.”

“Fuck, I told her that wouldn't work.”

Under your heavy gaze, Yuna had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Okay, I'm sorry! We wanted to motivate you to go to the convention.”

“Can't you just let me do my own thing? If I don't want to go, I won't go.”

“Even if you leave Patrick waiting there?”

You followed his gaze, watching the man pull an umbrella out of the trunk of the car as the slightest breeze brushed against his body and the water droplets were smaller than a dew that the two of you had to squint to see them on the glass of the entrance.

“Whatever it is, I'm not going.”

“y/n…” Yuna pleaded, coming closer with her puppy dog eyes.

“No.”

“y/n, please…”

“No and stop doing that. You look weird.”

“I don't,” Yuna pulled away to frown at you. “I once heard you agreed with Seoyeon about my puppy face being cute.”

“I never agreed with that!”

“Seojun told me so!”

“Your first mistake is believing Seojun.”

“Do you blame me if the reason is your demonstration of love for me?”

“That was your second mistake.”

“Y/n!”

_____________________

That day you arrived home a little later than usual. Since Patrick had been waiting for you all day in the sun and mini rain and refused to let you take a cab on direct instructions from Sol, you asked him to take a ride downtown so you could buy the teokkboki your mom loved and incidentally bought some for him, even though he didn't want to accept it at first.

“y/n, dear, how did it go?”

Your parents were in the living room when you arrived playing Go. Your father left the table when he saw you carrying the bag of food and came over to take it from you.

“What does our little writer bring here, a contract by any chance?”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as your mother tried to get your father's attention by wildly waving her fan, while the man rummaged through the bag to find something warm and delicious smelling.

“Oh, it's teokkboki.”

Your mother stopped waving her arm to stare at the bag with sparkling eyes.

“The ones from the center? From Mrs. Wang?”

You nodded in her direction, taking a seat in their midst on the floor. Your parents started a pitched battle to see who would break the bag first to try the first batch of teokkboki and you could only watch them with a smile on your face. The day may have been difficult, but being home at the end of the day always made you feel so much better.

Amidst laughter and anecdotes, trying to avoid the elephant in the room because you knew your mother's furtive glances weren't for nothing, the three of you ate teokkboki until you were bursting at the seams. You organized the kitchen with your father while your mother grumbled from the living room whatever he said about her. You watched the three of you favorite soap opera on the fixed schedule and finally got ready for bed.

With your body more relaxed and lighter, you let yourself sink into the softness of the sheets, completely ignoring the messages Yuna had sent earlier and the stupid questions your brother asked at the most inopportune moments.

How do I unclog a bath?

Do I add salt to the rice???

Where do I get the kimchi mom makes?????

His independence was probably one of the worst things that could happen. You being the older sister thought you would leave home first. Even according to your twelve year old diary, you should have been married by then or at least planning your amazing, mega giant wedding, complete with helicopters and puppy dogs carrying drinks through the reception. You didn't know what kind of crazy dreams you had when you were younger, but up to that point you hadn't been able to fulfill any of your inner child's desires except to study for a career you were passionate about.

Still, what good had that done in the end? Maybe you should've listened to your grandparents to study medicine. Maybe your parents should've been a little more conservative instead of libertarian, which your grandparents always complained about when they had the chance. If you were a disgrace to anyone in the family, it was to them.

Ah, what a long day.

You didn't know at what point you fell asleep, but the incessant sound of your phone vibrating next to your pillow woke you up. With a grunt, you moved your hands to put the device in front of one of your half-open eyes to find Yuna on caller ID. Your eyes moved upward.

It was one in the morning!

“What the fuck are you doing calling at this hour? It better be an emergency because-”

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING THAT YOU DON'T CHECK YOUR MESSAGES?”

“WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? IT'S ONE IN THE MORNING! WHY WOULD I BE DOING ANYTHING ELSE BUT SLEEPING?”

“I'VE BEEN TEXTING YOU FOR A WHILE NOW, Y/N!”

“YUNA HOW CAN I NOT FUCKING SLEEP-?”

“Well, whatever!”

You let out an exasperated snort, giving her time to say what she had to say.

“You're going to fall on your ass.”

“I'm lying down.”

“Your books have sold a thousand copies in the last hour!”

Silence. Absorbing silence…

“Yuna, if you really woke me up to play a fucking prank on me I'm going all the way to your house to pull out every single one of your hairs with a fucking tweezer.”

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I'm not kidding! Get on your fucking Instagram! What's worse is that's not the most shocking news. Well… depends on how you look at it.”

“Yuna, I don't think I'm following you.”

“Fucking Kim Taehyung was at the reader convention and he took a picture of your books and UPLOADED IT TO HIS INSTAGRAM STORIES!!!!! AN HOUR AGO! The damn shopping notifications woke me up and I think I took too much time trying to process what was going on because they already tripled!”

“What the fuck are you talking about, did you start smoking weed?”

“Ugh, why are you so insufferable? Just look at fucking Instagram!”

You didn't want to believe Yuna, but a part of you was vibrating in anticipation. You'd already seen her text messages, her exclamations and voice notes, you'd barely processed the images she'd sent you. You logged on to Instagram. The first thing you noticed was the exorbitant amount of notifications and direct messages.

You had to search for Taehyung's account because you weren't following him.

There was the colorful arc around his profile picture. The story.

You clicked on his picture on the screen.

Your books were all over his story, with his hand holding one of them.

It jumped out at you that there was a stand of your books that you had no idea where it had come from.

A description loomed between the image.

One of the best fantasy books I've read in recent years. And by one of the best writers I've ever met in my life.

Your user was next to the description. You had no idea how fucking Kim Taehyung had gotten your user when it wasn't even something related to your name. You hadn't even uploaded pictures of yourself once in all the time that account had been open.

“Did you see it?? Can you see I wasn't lying?”

With Yuna's malevolent laughter in the background, you felt your mind escape into an unknown mental space.

“You're going to be rich!!! And I'm going to meet Kim Taehyung!”

Your mind was racing a thousand miles an hour trying to make sense of what your eyes couldn't credit. His story was replaying on your screen. So many things you could say and just…

“What the fuck?”

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tag: @rinkud @futuristicenemychaos @pastelpeachess @parapiop7

[guywhowatches]

An Office Interview (Part 3)

(Might be a bit grosser than the previous 2 parts)

Mr Brown

You stood there, hand on the entrance door handle, terrified to walk inside again, getting horrible flashbacks to your interview. Once you’d gotten home that day, it’d taken a good hour to even get close to washing the lingering stench off you. After this had happened, you’d told your stepdad that you didn’t want to go back. However, he hadn’t listened and drove you here anyway, no matter how much you begged him not to. But you were here now, and didn’t seem to have any other option. So, you took a deep breath of clean air and headed inside.

Surprisingly, the main reception area didn’t smell as bad as you were expecting, although you don’t remember it smelling that bad the day before either. As you nervously looked around the room, hoping you could sneak in and hide in the broom closet for the rest of the day, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Ahh, you’re finally here.” Called out a voice from behind you. You saw a man sat down behind a desk, with a monitor upon it, whom you slowly approached. He seemed to be as large and beefy as the other men you’d met previously. He wore a blue suit with a red tie and had brown hair that lay slickly combed atop his head. “A little late, but we’ll overlook it, as it is your first day. It says here that you’re booked with Mr Brown for today.” The man said, looking at the monitor. Booked in, were they really treating you like a piece of equipment, for their putrid gas? “Let’s hope he hasn’t stocked up on too much breakfast this morning, otherwise you might not even make it to the end of the day.” The secretary said, with a cruel grin. You gulped at the thought of having to go through the hell that was yesterday again.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

You jumped in shock at the sound of the obvious fart. Whilst it was muffled by his chair, the secretary still had a noticeable wince on his face, before relaxing and sighing. “Ahh, I know I did.” This sight made you even more petrified, even though you could barely smell it (thanks to the cushion in his seat), the sound alone was mortifying.

“Ahh, good, there you are.” You heard a voice, that made you freeze up and turn around slowly. There you saw Mr Brown heading towards you, in a grey suit, still almost towering over you. “Thank you for notifying me. Now, chop, chop, I have a busy day ahead of me. Take a pen and notepad from Mr Blake would you, I have a few things I need you to take down.” You whirled around to see the Secretary now holding a pen and paper towards you, still grinning. You felt nervous to take it, until you heard Mr Brown call out: “Today please!” With such a commanding voice, that you didn’t dare feel like disobeying him. You grabbed the objects and quickly followed after him.

“Now, first of all, write down that I have a meeting at 2pm, and a meet up with Mr Shortland at 4pm.” You were a little confused as to why it was up to you to write this down, but again you didn’t dare question him. As you continued, on through, he gave you other things to write about, before he stopped mid-sentence, as well as mid stride. You were about to ask why, when suddenly:

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!

A vibrating echo, in the sound of lawn mower, bounced around the walls. Along with this, because you were unfortunately behind him, the blast went directly into your face, as well as your nostrils. There was a horrible scent of cheese and mouldy veg that made you want to gag. Mr Brown however, seemed completely unfazed by this and let out a small sigh of relief before continuing with his list. But you couldn’t, you needed at least a few seconds to recover. Mr Brown looked back at you with a displeased look on his face.

“I would like you to get a move on please.” You nodded, still refraining your gags and tried to catch up with him. You could only imagine it would be worse for you if you didn’t do as asked. As you tried to move on from the stench, he suddenly stopped again, and pointed his large butt out a bit, making his suit pants strain a little.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

You didn’t even have time to fully brace yourself as it shot out his backside. There was an even stronger, disgusting cheesy stink about it, that made your feel to gag grow stronger. Mr Brown stood back up fully and let out a small sigh again.

“Damm Hashbrowns.” You heard him mutter to himself. “We need to make a stop.” And before you could ask about it, he began striding off down the hall. Again, you tried to catch up to him, to not get stuck in his fart cloud. However, you stopped once you realised you were both approaching a toilet cubicle. You stopped in terror. You didn’t know how long you’d have to wait outside. What if someone else came along and tormented you, or worse, took you back to their office?

“Can you take a letter for me?” Mr Brown, asked as he put his hand on the cubicle door. You were a little confused as to why he asked you this now, and not after he was finished. “Come along, I need to get it down while it’s in my mind.” He demanded at you, but you just stared back in almost disbelief. Surely, he didn’t mean what you thought he meant. You couldn’t go in there with him. You still remembered the stink of Steven’s aftermath from just your first day. “Now please!” Mr Brown demanded again, and you found yourself following him inside, a decision you knew you’d regret.

The bathroom itself was surprisingly clean, though you wish you could say the same about the lingering smell. You began trying your hardest to breathe as little as possible. As you were looking around, you heard the sound from behind you of Mr Brown unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the ground. You then the thud of his giant ass landing on the toilet seat. You wanted to keep your back to him, as for one, not to breach on his privacy (despite being in the room with him already) and two, it wasn’t a sight you wanted to see.

“Can you turn around? I prefer working face to face.” Mr Brown demanded. You gulped and turned to see him sat upon the toilet, with his pants round his ankles, staring at you with no shame on his face. “Good, now let’s begin. *Ahem* Dear Evan’s Inc. …”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTTTT

As you began scribbling down, a dark fart reverberated into the toilet bowl, making you flinch. You cringed a little but were thankful that his body was blocking the scent from spreading around the room. You began scribbling down, whilst still trying to hold your breath.

“We’re writing to you in order to discuss our displeasure with your recent actions.” As he was saying this, you heard a streaming noise coming from beneath him. It was a fierce sounding one to, like almost everything else about him. “Despite this, we are still wishing to give one last chance.”

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT! PLUNK!

You tried desperately to hold in your disgust as the sound of a solid object dropped into the water. You continued to scribble down everything he asked, hoping it would distract you from the awful sounds, and smells. It didn’t seem to be working that well though unfortunately. And then, to make things worse, Mr Brown began grunting loudly yet still continued to give you instructions on what to write.

“We have been satisfied with your deals in the past. For this we will… hgn… keep pushing and… gnnn… straining until we can make a deal.”

BBBBBBLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRTTTTTT! KA-PLOOSH!

You were startled by the sound of what seemed like a boulder dropping into a pool. This wasn’t even mentioning the smell. It was starting to get too much for you.

“If you displease us again, we’ll resort to more… hgnnnn… drastic measures.”

PARRRP PLOP! KU-PLUNK! SPLOOOSH!

The series of plops, combined with the already repugnant gas, was horrible. You were barely managing to keep on your feet, as your vision was growing fuzzy. You managed to write down his signings before passing down on the ground.

You woke up to pretty scary sight. It seemed like Mr Browns large ass, now with his suit pants pulled back up, was squatted down in front of your face. His behind was so large, this it looked like it was going to tear through the seam at any second. You didn’t even have time to react, as you still felt woozy from the stench, before getting a full-face blast.

BBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

You bounced awake, coughing violently, the stink of cheese and crap occupying your nose. Mr Brown stood back up, looking as stern as ever.

“Good you’re awake. I want to thank you for taking that letter down for me. Although I am displeased that you passed out on me. If it happens again, I shall have to force you to smell my displeasure more than once. And I doubt you’d want that would you, especially after taking a dump like that?” Despite your head still not being fully active, you quickly shook your head, still feeling scared of him.

“Good, now come along, for I have a meeting in a few minutes, and still have some post-dump gas left over.” He stated, heading out the door, but not before letting out a loud, sharp quack out his backside. You groaned in disgust, as you got up and followed after him. This was going to be a long day.

[xoxorealitygalore]

Plan B 8

Jey Uso x Afro-Brazilian OC

Summary: In her thirties and single after a breakup, Hamisa decides she wants to become a mother, despite her friends' and family's objections. Unable to wait any longer, she chooses to have a baby on her own. However, she unknowingly ends up using her ex-boyfriend sperm after he drunkenly swapped her donor’s sample for his own. As Hamisa raises her child, she starts noticing striking similarities between her ex-boyfriend and her baby, leading to questions about the true origins of her child's conception.

Plan B Masterlist

Taglist: @xbriexx @christinabae @blackchickinthedesert @princess-saki1 @skyesthebomb @raya-hunter01 @theusotwinzcom @yana3sworld @mindairy @wwecrazed2010 @amandairene88

Previous

The lights in the hotel suite were dim, casting a soft glow over the room that was filled with the hum of a distant Icelandic wind rattling the windows. Joshua had just wrapped up a Zoom interview, his thoughts still consumed by the questions and answers that had seemed to dig at him deeper than he expected. His body ached from the relentless schedule of the Road to WrestleMania WWE European Tour. The interviews, the wrestling matches, and the constant attention that made him feel like a man on the edge, pulled in too many directions at once. It wasn’t just the physical toll, but the mental exhaustion that was beginning to gnaw at him.

“Joshua,” Hamisa’s voice cut through the fog of his thoughts, pulling his focus away from the screen he had been staring at blankly. “You need to relax.”

He turned to see Hamisa smiling softly at him, holding a small jar of something in her hand. Their nine-month-old daughter, Jhream, was perched on her lap, her tiny hands waving in the air as she babbled happily. Hamisa’s laugh, light and melodic, filled the room as she gently maneuvered Jhream’s hands away from Joshua’s face. The baby had been curious, reaching out to touch her father’s face, but her fingers were covered in some cream presumably for the mask Hamisa had planned for him.

“Hamisa, come on,” Joshua groaned, not fully aware of the situation, still somewhat caught up in his thoughts.

"Josh, you’re stressed," Hamisa said gently, her voice a calming balm. “I want to help you feel better.”

Before he could protest, he felt a cold, thick cream being smeared across his cheeks, forehead, and chin. He squirmed, trying to lean back and dodge the intrusive touch, but Jhream’s hand was insistent. She reached for his mouth with determination, and Joshua's eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

“No, no, no, baby girl!” Joshua tried to say, but his words were muffled by the cream that was being shoved into his face. His lips couldn’t move as freely as he would have liked, so he gave up, and with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, he reached up to gently push her hands away.

“Okay, baby girl, Daddy doesn’t need cream in his mouth,” Hamisa chuckled, her voice warm and amused as she maneuvered her daughter’s fingers away.

Joshua sighed, rolling his eyes. “I swear, she’s got it out for me.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Hamisa teased, wiping the baby’s hands clean before continuing her task.

Jhream bounced happily on her mother’s lap, her soft giggles filling the room like music. Joshua watched the pair of them, his heart lightening despite his initial frustration. He had been ready to argue, ready to resist, but there was something about Hamisa’s gentle insistence, her quiet understanding, that always softened his edges. His shoulders lowered, the tightness in his chest easing as she continued to smooth the mask onto his skin, her hands steady and careful.

Joshua adjusted himself, leaning back slightly, and letting out a long breath. He didn't want to admit it, but he appreciated the gesture. He knew how hard Hamisa worked to take care of him, even when he didn’t always ask for it. His mind wandered back to the interview. The pressure of the business, the conversation with creatives, it was all wearing on him, and it would have continued to do so if it weren't for her. For her and Jhream.

“So, how long do I need to keep this thing on?” Joshua asked, half groaning as the mask began to settle on his skin.

“Twenty minutes,” Hamisa replied, smiling as she finished applying the cream. She wiped her hands carefully, making sure no excess cream had dripped onto the floor.

A silence fell over them, and for a moment, Joshua forgot about the weight of his responsibilities. He watched as Hamisa gently cradled Jhream in her arms, the little girl’s head nestled against her mother’s chest. Her small hands waved in the air, and her babbling filled the air with the sweet sound of innocence.

Joshua couldn't help but smile. “I heard you had a conversation with creatives today,” he said, trying to steer the conversation away from the quiet.

Hamisa looked up at him, her face softening as she nodded. “Yeah, they’re thinking about adding me to your storyline with Walter.”

Joshua immediately straightened, his mind racing at the mention of Walter’s name. “Oh, hell no,” he muttered under his breath. “They must want me to real-life crash out on this man.”

“Josh,” Hamisa chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I’m sure they wouldn’t make it romantic, but I get what you’re saying. I’ll let them know I’m not interested in doing it.”

Joshua stared at her, his expression serious. “Look, I’m not trying to hold you back, but I’m not comfortable with involving you in this storyline. Especially when I know they’ll try to make it more than what it needs to be.”

Hamisa nodded, her eyes soft with understanding. “I get it,” she said, running her fingers through Jhream’s hair. “And you’re right. I won’t let them push me into something we’re not comfortable with.”

Joshua sighed, feeling his chest tighten for a different reason. Hamisa had always supported him, always been his rock even when he felt the pressure of everything around him. He had messed up in the past. He knew it. There had been times he had pulled away when he should’ve held her closer, when he should’ve been more committed to them, to their future. He regretted those moments, but he wasn’t the same man he was then. Hamisa tells him about the other possible storylines that they may put her in.

His voice softened as he leaned forward, catching her eyes with his. “You need to go for it, Hamisa,” he said, his tone full of admiration. “The other storylines they wanted you to get involved in with Trin and Jade or the one about the female bloodline? That’s what I’m talking about. It’s about time they see what the women in this family can do. You’ve got the strength to make it, and I want to see that. I want to be there for that.”

Hamisa’s lips curved into a small smile. “I’m not family,” she replied, her voice tinged with a touch of self-doubt.

Joshua’s lips pressed together, and he felt his heart tighten. “Yes, you are,” he said firmly. “My family loves you more than they love me sometimes, Hamisa, and you know that. You are family. You’re my family. You carried my seed, and that has you on the damn family tree for life. You have my heart, and one day soon, you will carry my last name.”

Hamisa’s eyes glistened as she blinked back the tears. Joshua could see it, see how much those words meant to her. She had always been cautious, always protective of her heart, especially after what had happened before. The breakup, and the insecurities that came with it, still lingered in the space between them. But this time, Joshua was determined to make her feel secure in their love, in their family.

“I know I messed up in the past,” he said, his voice quieter now, “but I’m serious about you, about us. You don’t have to doubt your place, your position in my life, and in this family.”

Jhream’s shrill squeal broke through the moment, making both of them laugh. The little girl reached up with her small hands, her innocent face bright with excitement.

“See?” Joshua said with a grin. “Even baby girl agrees with me. You are a Fatu.”

Hamisa laughed softly, fanning her face with her hand. “Stop, you’re gonna make me cry,” she murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Joshua couldn’t help but smile too. He knew the weight of her insecurities. They’d both carried them for so long. But at that moment, watching his daughter giggle in her mother’s arms, hearing the warmth in Hamisa’s voice as she spoke to him, Joshua felt like they were finally on the same page.

He leaned back again, pulling her into the moment with him. “Come on, let’s get this mask off my face,” he said with a playful grin. “It’s dry as hell.”

Hamisa laughed and stood, placing Jhream gently on the bed before following Joshua to the bathroom. Joshua lifted Hamisa onto the sink counter. She wet a washcloth under warm water and gently used it to wipe the dried mask from his face. Joshua stood between her legs, his eyes focused on her every move.

“Stop staring at me,” Hamisa teased, not looking up as she cleaned his face.

“You look so pretty,” Joshua replied simply, his voice full of sincerity.

“Mama! Dada!” Jhream’s voice rang out from the bed, and both parents turned toward the sound.

Hamisa giggled. “Oh, someone wants attention.”

Joshua chuckled too. “Not my daughter, not wanting us to have alone time.”

“We can have alone time later,” Hamisa said with a wink, “when Jon and Trin watch her for us.”

“I can’t wait,” Joshua muttered under his breath. But before they could even fully enjoy the thought, Jhream screamed again, this time with urgency.

“Dada!” she wailed, arms flailing in the air.

Joshua threw his hands up in the air with mock defeat. “Coming, Jhream, damn.”

Hamisa smiled, shaking her head as Joshua rushed to her. He scooped their daughter into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.

“Mama! Someone needs a diaper change,” he said, his face wrinkling in mock disgust.

Hamisa raised an eyebrow. “Why can’t you change her diaper?”

Joshua groaned, wrinkling his nose. “Because she pees on me, like she does it on purpose. I promise you she does.”

Hamisa laughed softly, watching as he cradled their daughter. “And yet I have never seen her do it when I’m around.”

Joshua threw his hands up. “Like I said, she does it on purpose!”

And with that, the moment of tension and uncertainty disappeared. The room was filled with laughter, love, and the undeniable bond they shared, a family in every sense of the word. Joshua didn’t have to ask for more. He had everything he needed right there.

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The evening had finally arrived, a rare moment of peace after a hectic day. Joshua and Hamisa had dropped Jhream off with Jon and Trinity for the night. The two were eager to spend the night with their niece. They barely let say goodbye to Jhream before they slammed the door in their faces. Joshua and Hamisa laughed and walked off. It wasn’t often they had these quiet moments, away from the demands of the tour, away from the noise of the world. Just the two of them.

They walked into a cozy restaurant in the heart of Reykjavik, the warm lights creating a soft ambiance in the otherwise intimate space. The air outside had grown crisp, but inside, the warmth wrapped around them like a comforting embrace. Joshua took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of freshly prepared food as they were led to their table by the hostess.

Hamisa smiled, her eyes twinkling as she slid into the seat opposite Joshua. She had always been the calming presence he needed. But tonight, they both seemed to settle into the relaxed atmosphere, almost as if they could exhale after the whirlwind of their busy lives.

Joshua, ever the social media enthusiast, was already glancing around, his phone practically glued to his hand. He always found a way to capture moments with Hamisa, the woman who held his heart, the woman he had promised to spend his life with. His phone wasn’t just a device, it was his way of holding onto the memories, even the fleeting ones.

Hamisa reached into her purse, pulling out her phone with a small smile. As soon as Joshua saw her grab it, a grin spread across his face. Before she could even raise the phone, Joshua had already shifted his body, sliding closer to her. His arm draped effortlessly around her shoulders, pulling her toward him, and before she knew it, his cheek was pressed to hers, his lips just inches away from hers.

“Wait, wait,” Hamisa said softly, adjusting the phone’s angle. But it was too late. Joshua, with his trademark confidence and charm, was already in full selfie mode, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“No space between us,” he said, his voice low, amused. “We’re inseparable, baby.”

Hamisa rolled her eyes, but the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips was undeniable. The way Joshua’s energy matched hers, the way he never let there be any distance between them, always made her heart flutter. They had been through their ups and downs, but these little moments, these stolen snapshots, always reminded her of the depth of their connection.

Hamisa couldn’t help but laugh softly, kissing his cheek before she snapped the photo. Their love was always evident in moments like this which was genuine, effortless, and unshakable. No matter where they were, no matter the circumstances, they always found their way back to each other and always found comfort in each other’s presence.

Joshua grinned as he checked the photo, his smile wide and proud. He glanced at Hamisa, his arm still around her, and said, “Post that one.”

Hamisa laughed, shaking her head in mock exasperation. “You’re crazy, Josh. But okay, I’ll post it. Happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” Joshua replied, his voice playful. “We look good together. The people need to see this.”

“Of course, you’re always thinking about the people,” Hamisa teased, but there was warmth in her voice. She uploaded the photo with a simple caption: No space between us.

They sat back in their seats as the waiter approached, their conversation flowing easily. The world outside seemed so far away. The noise, the pressure, the chaos and it all felt distant in this moment. It was just Joshua and Hamisa, sharing a quiet dinner, enjoying the fleeting calm of an evening spent together.

Joshua couldn’t stop smiling. The picture was more than just a selfie. It was a symbol of everything they had built, everything they had become. Through the highs, the lows, the struggles, and the triumphs, they had always been side by side. And he knew that was exactly how it was meant to be.

“Let’s make the most of tonight,” Joshua said, his voice softening as he looked at Hamisa, his gaze tender. “I’m not letting this moment slip away.”

Hamisa nodded, her smile genuine and content. She felt the same way. They had earned this time together, this peace. And as they dug into their dinner, the simple joy of being in each other's company was enough to make everything feel right.

No space between them. Physically, emotionally, or in any other way. And as the evening unfolded, Joshua knew that this was just another chapter in their journey together. A journey that would always bring them back to moments like this. Moments of love. Moments of connection. Moments of peace.

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The cool Icelandic air nipped at their faces as Joshua and Hamisa stepped out of the sleek black van that had driven them to the entrance of the Blue Lagoon. The contrast between the chill outside and the warmth awaited them in the lagoon was startling, like stepping from one world into another.

The rugged volcanic terrain surrounding the retreat only added to its surreal beauty. Black, jagged lava rocks met the horizon, and steam rose from the geothermal waters, creating a haze that made everything feel soft, almost dreamlike.

Joshua had always been the type to enjoy an occasional escape. Time away from the spotlight, from the packed arenas, the constant travel. But this felt different. It wasn’t just about the quiet of the retreat or the novelty of being in Iceland, it was the company, the people who mattered most to him. This was his chance to unwind with the people who felt like family, and most importantly, to spend precious moments with Hamisa.

Hamisa looked over at him, her eyes bright with excitement as they stood near the entrance to the lagoon. "I can't believe we're finally here," she said, her voice filled with awe.

He squeezed her hand, smiling at her enthusiasm. "It’s even more beautiful than I expected," he said, taking in the landscape. He had seen photos and heard the stories, but none of them did justice to the ethereal blue of the water, the way the steam seemed to curl into the sky like smoke from a forgotten fire.

Jonathan and Trinity had already gotten out of the van, heading toward the changing rooms, eager to get into the water. Bianca and Kenneth were a little slower, taking in the scenery, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they made their way to the entrance.

Joshua and Hamisa exchanged a glance, knowing their turn was coming. "Shall we?" Joshua asked, his voice playful, though there was a quiet excitement bubbling beneath it.

Hamisa nodded, her smile widening. "Let’s do it."

The private retreat was part of what made the trip so special. The Blue Lagoon was one of the most famous spas in the world, but even with the crowds, it had a way of making everyone feel like they had discovered a secret oasis. It was serene and almost otherworldly. And though it was an exclusive experience, it had a peaceful hum, not the chaotic bustle of the most popular tourist spots. It was a place to truly unwind, and Joshua was already feeling the tension of the last few weeks of touring slip away.

They walked together to the changing rooms, the anticipation of stepping into the warm waters nearly tangible. As they undressed and wrapped themselves in their robes, Joshua couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. This was the kind of escape he needed. A place to relax, to disconnect, and to just be present with the people he loved.

Once in the water, Joshua felt the warmth of the lagoon envelop him, his muscles loosening as he sank into the soothing embrace of the geothermal pool. Hamisa settled beside him, and they both let out sighs of contentment, the water’s heat melting away any remnants of tension. The soft sound of the water lapping against the rocks and the occasional chuckle from their friends was the only noise that accompanied them.

Jonathan and Trinity had already claimed a spot on the far side of the lagoon, while Bianca and Kenneth were nearby, splashing around and chatting with the kind of ease only true friends could share. Trinity had her camera in hand, of course, always looking for the perfect moment to capture. It didn’t take long before she was motioning for Hamisa to come closer for a shot.

"Come on, Hamisa," Trinity called, her voice carrying easily through the steam. "Let me get a picture of you in the water. You look like you belong in a painting."

Hamisa laughed, her eyes sparkling as she reluctantly agreed. "Alright, alright, but only a few pictures."

Joshua watched with a smile as Hamisa posed, her graceful figure blending effortlessly with the serene surroundings. She was stunning, as always, but in that moment, with the water lapping against her skin, she seemed like a part of the landscape itself. The way she looked there, the natural beauty of the moment, made his heart swell with pride.

Jonathan glanced over at Joshua, catching his eye with a subtle nod. "You look like you’re about to pop the question. You thinking about proposing?" he asked, his voice low, just above a whisper.

Joshua’s breath caught for a moment. His brother always seemed to know what was on his mind. Maybe it was the twin bond, the years of shared experiences, or maybe it was just that Joshua had been wearing his heart on his sleeve lately. Either way, Jonathan didn’t miss a thing.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it,” Joshua replied softly, his gaze drifting back to Hamisa, who was laughing as Trinity adjusted her camera. “I think it’s time. I think I’m ready.”

Jonathan leaned back against the edge of the lagoon, crossing his arms, his expression unreadable but supportive. "When are you thinking? WrestleMania, maybe?" His tone was thoughtful, but there was an edge of excitement beneath it.

Joshua felt the knot in his chest loosen just talking about it. The idea had been swirling in his head for weeks, but now, with the peacefulness of the lagoon surrounding him, it felt like the right time to share it with Jonathan. "I think after WrestleMania," Joshua said, his voice low as if speaking the words aloud somehow made them feel more real. "I want it to be special. I want it to be after the biggest moment of my career so far. I want it to mark a new chapter. With her."

Jonathan gave him a knowing look, his smile widening. "That sounds perfect, man. You know she’s the one. If you’re ready, then go for it."

Joshua nodded, his chest tightening at the thought. He was ready. There was no doubt in his mind. He had spent years building his career, focusing on his goals, but now that Hamisa was back in his life, he knew there was nothing more he wanted than to make her his forever.

He glanced back over at her, watching as she floated in the warm water, her head tilted back in relaxation. There was an ease in her, a confidence that had always been a grounding force for him. She had this way of making everything seem possible. He couldn't imagine a life without her, without the peace she brought him.

As the rest of their group enjoyed the water, Hamisa swam closer to Joshua, her eyes glimmering with curiosity. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, her voice playful as she rested beside him.

Joshua smiled, pulling her close with a soft laugh. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you."

She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips. "That’s sweet, but I think you’re hiding something."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Nothing to hide," he said, but his heart raced just a little faster at the thought of what lay ahead.

Hamisa raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "I don't know. You seem like you're up to something."

Before Joshua could respond, Trinity called out from across the water. "Hey, you two! Can we get one more picture of you together? I need that perfect shot!"

Joshua laughed, pulling Hamisa closer as they swam toward the edge of the lagoon where Trinity was waiting. The water was warm, the atmosphere tranquil, and the people he loved were right there beside him.

As the camera clicked, capturing the moment of perfect harmony, Joshua knew that this trip, this moment, would stay with him forever. But there was something else brewing, something even bigger on the horizon. The proposal was coming, and it felt like the beginning of something new, something lasting, something that would change everything for him and Hamisa.

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KATE BISHOP x READER

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA

A/N: HELLO, HELLO, HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! How are you?

I know, I know, I've disappeared again, but I've been struggling with my calculus exam and it's driving me crazy! But here I am!

Not gonna lie, I had so much fun writing this and I'm pretty proud of everything turned out (I was actually going to make this a book, but who knows? Tell me what you think *wink*).

As always, I'm sending you guys so so much love ❤️

Enjoy ❤️

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Summary: Kate, CEO of BishopTech, is in need of a new assistant but has the reputation of keeping them for less than two days before firing them? Is Y/N going to last longer? She is there to stay.

Warnings: crass language, kissing but nothing too explicit.

Word count: 28343 words.

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"Oh no, no, no, please no!" Y/N sprinted down the street to take the bus but before she could get in the doors closed and it drove away. "Great. Just fucking great!" Y/N lifted her arms up in the air in frustration then slammed them on her sides, huffing out angrily. "I’m gonna be fucking late for my job interview. Just great." Y/N spent a few seconds to regain her breath on the curb before murmuring under her breath, "and also a lot more broke than expected." Y/N sighed out loud dramatically and lifted her left hand up to call for a cab that was luckily driving down the street, "where to?"

Y/N gave the driver the address and sighed out in relief after controlling her phone. 7:54. She won’t be late.

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"Miss Y/L/N?" Y/N lifted her head from her phone when she heard someone calling her last name and smiled at the blonde already grinning at her as she sat up and walked towards her, standing on the threshold of the room she was just in.

"Hi, I’m Y/N."

"I’m Carol. I’m the head of the Nanotech Department, but today I’m your interviewer for your job interview." Carol introduced herself after closing the door behind her and smiled widely at Y/N signaling her to sit on the chair in front of her huge wooden desk. As soon as Carol sat down, Y/N opened her bag and grabbed her resume, offering to the blond, who took a few moments to skid her eyes over the paper but focusing on each word written on it, while Y/N wrung on her fingers nervously, her eyes jumping from each object present in Carol’s room to distract herself, "really impressing Miss Y/L/N. You graduated with highest honors in Electronic and Computer engineering at Stanford. Top of every class. Oh top scorer in your soccer team, I see! Impressive. Very impressive. Have you and your team ever won something?"

"Yeah, we won 3 tournaments in a row."

"Wow, do you still play?"

"Sometimes. Not as much as I want to since all my teammates are still in California." Y/N shrugged, showing a nostalgic smile as she remembered all the good times she had with her teammates and friends.

"That’s sad. I always admired soccer, it’s a very interesting sport." Carol commented while taking a few more looks at Y/N’s resume, then moved on asking a few more questions to Y/N, a few personals, but most of them were about a few technical stuff and as the interview went on, Carol found herself surprisingly but also delightfully stunned at how wonderfully Y/N’s mind worked, "you are surely the best candidate I had interviewed today. So-." Carol stretched her serious, professional frown into a wide smile as she prepared to give Y/N good news, but got stopped mid-sentence by her phone on her desk ringing loudly, "excuse me for a moment." Carol smiled apologetically at Y/N, who nodded in understanding and tried to look around casually to not make it obvious she was listening to the call Carol just answered, "yes? No, I had been busy this morning with interviews for the job you told me about. Yeah. No but- what? But- okay fine. I’ll see you in a bit. Bye." Carol sighed out after ending the call and placed her phone back down on the desk, "well, this is unfortunate. I was actually gonna give you the job but sadly our engineer that was retiring isn’t retiring anymore since he has to finish a few projects before doing that."

"Oh, that’s- cool I guess." Y/N muttered sadly, feeling her heart falling into her stomach and her eyes stinging a bit with unshed tears, but she resolutely held them in, scratching her forehead instead to calm herself down.

"No but, wait. You are a great engineer and after this interview I would be a complete idiot not assuming you. But unfortunately we don’t have any vacant spots at the moment. For engineer positions at least." Carol’s sad expression morphed into a mischievous one, staring at Y/N as she lifted her right eyebrow up.

"I’m not following." Y/N spoke out uncertainly and looked at Carol confused, but the blonde was quick to explain further.

"The CEO of this company fired her last assistant just last night. She absolutely needs another one." Carol explained, hoping Y/N understood what she meant, but when Y/N kept staring at her with her eyebrows knitted in confusion, she continued, "what I’m trying to say is- I’m offering you a job as her new assistant. I know it’s not what you came here for, but it can pave you the way to a spot as an engineer here. You can still show your value as her assistant. Please, think about it. This company really needs you and your mind." Y/N thought over all the options she had. She came here this morning for a job here, but as an engineer. It was what she wanted. It was the reason she left her home in California and moved to New York, to start new in a new city. She needed a job. Especially because she was broke and needed to pay the rent. So any type of job, at least in the beginning, would suffice. It couldn’t be that bad being an assistant, right? The CEO’s assistant to be exact, so it will be a really important spot to an extent. And also, she had always been a well organized person, she could do that for someone else. Right? And it could lead her to the job she dreamed to have here. After a few more moments of weighing the pros and cons of this job offer, she stared at Carol resolutely.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Carol asked a bit perplexed, not exactly believing Y/N actually considered her offer, that quickly even.

"Yeah. I accept your offer."

"Wow, okay. Hm- this may sound maybe a bit too much but- can you start like- now?"

"What?"

"I know it’s fast. But our CEO needs an assistant as soon as possible. She tends to be pretty busy and she needs someone to help her out."

"Okay? Yeah, okay. Hm- do I need to know something about being an assistant?" Y/N asked uncertainly as she shrugged anxiously.

"Okay? Oh, that’s great! C’mon, I’ll take you to our CEO, then." Carol sat up from her chair and signaled Y/N do the same, opening the door for her and leading her down a big hallway that lead to the elevator. "To answer your question all you need is to be well organized to sort out our CEO’s agenda. Oh and a lot of patience. She tends to be a bit- hm- tough sometimes. But please hold on tight. We need you here." As Carol finished speaking, the loud ‘ding’ of the elevator ringed loudly to signal its arrival and the two girls filed in the elevator.

The ride was pretty quick since Carol’s office was 5 floors down the company’s CEO’s one, but it was filled with quick advices to be the CEO’s assistant here. "What do you mean with ‘she tends to be a bit tough’?" Y/N asked as they filed out of the elevator, keeping up a fast pace to an happy and giddy Carol.

"Nothing to worry about too much. She likes to annoy her assistants that much that they quit or she gives them a real reason to fire them- in like two days."

"What?!" Y/N asked bewildered, whipping her head around to stare at Carol in disbelief but it was too late, Carol was already knocking on the CEO’s door with a big, bright smile on her lips and a few moments later a quiet ‘come in’ reached the two girls’ ears, making Carol open the door swiftly.

"Hey boss, are you busy?"

"Just give me a second, I’m finishing this report." Y/N heard a deep, husky voice coming from behind a big computer and tried to take a look at the mysterious woman typing away on the keyboard and sighed out loudly when she didn’t succeed in her task as she was hid away behind her computer.

"It won’t take too long. I came here to tell you, you don’t need to find a new assistant anymore. I got you one."

The woman behind the big wooden desk stopped her frantic typing and finally came into view as she peeked her head to the side of her huge desktop, almost knocking the air out of Y/N’s lungs with her endless beauty, "I don’t need a new assistant. I already told you that."

"No, you need an assistant. We talked about this. So I nicely took over the interview part and found one. She is great for this job." Y/N gulped loudly when the woman’s ocean blue eyes focused on her and gave her a once over, scrutinizing her carefully, causing her to stay frozen on her spot, incapable of moving with those eyes on her.

"No." Kate finally said and moved back behind the computer, resuming her frantic typing on the keyboard.

"C’mon! Do it for me. I promise you she will be the best assistant you’ve ever had." Carol pushed as she stressed her words, "please."

"One week."

"Six months." Carol counter offered, lifting her right eyebrow up when Kate stopped typing and leaned over the computer to look at Carol unamused once again.

The blue eyed woman scoffed and shook her head, "two weeks."

"Four months."

"Three weeks."

"Three months." Carol counter offered again with a firm tone, pining the woman down with a resolute look and it seemed to work as a moment later the black haired girl slumped her taut shoulders and sighed out loud.

"Okay fine. If she quits before the month ends, I will not be held responsible."

"Oh please, you always are the reason why your assistants quit."

"It won’t happen." Y/N spoke for the first time since she entered the room, making two pair of eyes focus on her and she gulped again. Carol nodded at her proudly, while the black haired girl’s gaze stayed curious but held a bit of mischief that made Y/N shiver. "I won’t quit."

"We’ll see about that." The black haired woman stated in a low, raspy tone, that it totally didn’t make Y/N tremble, and seemed to think about something for a few seconds because her face almost lighted up like a Christmas tree before she spoke up again, "when can you start?"

"Now." Both Y/N and Carol spoke at the same time, making the CEO nod impressed. For a few moments silence fell in the room with Carol staring at the black haired woman almost in reprimand, while she looked at Y/N like she was the predator getting ready to jump on its prey, but it was short lived when Carol’s phone broke the silence ringing loudly.

"Sorry- I need to go." The blonde grimaced at Y/N after controlling the ID caller then stared Kate down with a warning glint in her eyes once more, "you-." Carol trailed off pointing at the black haired woman, who lifted her eyebrow up and smirked defiantly, "behave."

With that Carol bid the two girls goodbye and walked out of the room while answering her phone, the door closing behind her, "okay, Jenny. Since you decided to punish yourself and me with you being here and wanting to be my assistant-." The black haired girl resumed typing on the keyboard without looking at Y/N, "I want you to call Frank from the LarryCorp, Trevor from NanoTech, Gary from PML and Lauren from Logan Limited and invite them here to talk about our last product that needs to be introduced to the market. Then I want you to go the laundry and pick up the suit for a party I need to go on Thursday. Then you can order my lunch- chicken salad with no kale and tomatoes. Oh then you need to call Shuri here, I need to discuss with her regarding a few things about our prototype. Then you-." Kate stopped talking when she diverted her gaze for a moment on Y/N and found her wringing on her fingers in the middle of the room, looking like a deer in headlights, "I’m sorry, was I boring you with my schedule?"

"No- I just- I don’t have a notebook with me."

"Then fucking get one. Or type on your phone, or try to put your fucking brain to work. I don’t care. I hope you’ll remember everything I told you. I expect an update on every single thing I told you in 30 minutes."

Y/N tried to open her mouth to counter back wittingly but decided against it when the black haired girl resumed her typing and was clearly over with the conversation, so she turned around and walked towards the door but before exiting the CEO’s office, she turned towards the blue eyed girl and spoke up with annoyance clear in her tone, "it’s Y/N, by the way."

"I don’t care." Kate countered back quickly, still not looking at Y/N and keeping typing on her keyboard.

With that Y/N exited the room and after closing the door, she leaned her body on it and sighed out loudly, "what a fucking bitch."

"New recruit?" A red haired woman approached Y/N with an apologetic smile as she carried a stack of paperwork, looking at her with an apologetic grimace.

"Yeah, I am her new assistant." Y/N pointed with her thumb to the room behind her and shook her head softly with an humorless laugh.

"Kate can be a bit tough sometimes, but once she warms up to you, she is a sweetheart. Let’s just say she is not prone on warming up to her assistants." The redhead stated with a warm smile and a snort before signaling Y/N with a small tilt of her head to follow her, "I’m Wanda."

"Y/N, nice to meet you. Do you need a hand?"

"No, don’t worry, I just need to put them on my desk before delivering it to my boss." Wanda pointed to two doors down Kate’s one after placing the stack of papers on her desk and Y/N nodded in understanding.

"Hm- listen, I’m not usually someone that asks for help but- this is my first day here and I actually have never been an assistant in my life. Can you help me?"

"Of course! What did Kate asked you to do?"

"Hm, she said a lot of things- I didn’t have a notebook so I need to remember everything she said. Okay- hm- she said something about a laundry. I need to pick up her suit for a party on Thursday and she asked me to order her lunch. That’s what ai remember the most, then she said to call a bunch of people for a meeting for a new device, oh and she asked to call someone named Shirley- no- Sheila- no-hm-."

"Shuri."

"Yeah! That. Hm- I think that’s all."

"Okay, I can handle a few things since I have a little bit of free time. I will take care of her laundry and call those people. I know who she was talking about. Jane has that meeting on her agenda next week already. Here-." Wanda trailed off to write down something on a small piece of paper and gave it to Y/N. "This is her favorite restaurant’s number. Chicken salad, no kale and tomatoes, right?"

"Yeah, how do you-?"

"I’ve sometimes helped Kate when she didn’t have an assistant after making her quit."

"Oh, okay."

"Then, go to the 14th floor and ask Okoye for Shuri to send her up here."

"Noted. Thank you so much Wanda. I owe you big time."

"Ah, there’s no need." Wanda waved Y/N off like it was no big deal doing almost everything Kate asked her to in her stead while rounding her desk and sitting on her chair, already picking up the phone on the desk to make a call. "How much time do you have?"

"About 26 minutes."

"Alright, in 15 minutes you will be done with everything and will communicate it to her, just to impress Kate on your first day." Wanda winked before signaling her to move toward her desk to call the restaurant, Y/N immediately moving to the empty desk and picking up the phone.

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"Hm, hi. I’m looking for-hm- Shuri."

"A new face." Okoye looked up from the paper she was reading and gazed up and down Y/N with a blank face.

"Yeah, I’m Miss Bishop’s new assistant."

"Oh, poor kid." Okoye looked at Y/N with sorrow on her features as she sat up from her chair and rounded the desk to pat Y/N’s shoulder gently, an apologetic frown never leaving her face, "how is it going?"

"It’s been 12 minutes and I already need a vacation."

Okoye laughed heartily and nodded, "oh, I bet. Anyway, are you looking for Shuri?"

"Yeah, Miss Bishop needs her in her office to talk about-."

"Our prototype." A voice behind Y/N stopped Y/N mid-sentence and caused the Y/H/C girl to turn around to look at who interrupted her. "Hi, I’m Shuri."

"Y/N, Miss Bishop’s new assistant."

"Oh, I’m so sorry." Shuri looked apologetically at Y/N before patting her shoulder like Okoye did, "anyway, let’s go before she gets mad."

-

"Jenny!" It was later that day and Y/N was typing a few things on her new desktop as she organized Kate’s messy agenda, the assistant that was here before her did such a poor job with it that every appointment was in the wrong place or misspelled, while Wanda was finishing printing a few paperwork for Jane. "Jenny!"

"Who’s Jenny?" Wanda asked after hearing Kate shouting that name again and looked at Y/N quizzically, who sported an annoyed look on her face while sighing loudly, already sitting up from her.

"Me. That’s how she registered my name."

Wanda placed her hand on her mouth to suppress a snort while Y/N rolled her eyes good-naturedly at her before opening the door to her boss’ office, "Jenny, how many times do I fucking need to call you before you come here?"

"If you call me by my real name, I will surely come faster." Y/N retorted wittingly, smiling too sweetly at the black haired girl, who looked up immediately at her from the papers she was reviewing, a withering glint shining in her ocean blue eyes.

"I would shove that attitude up your ass if I were you. Remember who is in charge." Kate countered back with a snaring tone and Y/N immediately nodded and lowered her gaze, clutching on her notepad and pen.

"I’m sorry."

"That’s better. I need a report from Clint. It’s in the drawer." Kate pointed to the drawer right beside her and Y/N looked at her bewildered. She swallowed the ‘you could’ve grabbed it yourself’ and obliged, sauntering towards Kate and opening the drawer. She found Clint’s folder and opened it, furrowing her eyebrows as she wondered what she was looking for, "are you looking for a solution to the cold fusion?"

"Hm- no?"

"Then why the fuck does it take you so long for that file?"

Y/N rolled her eyes inwardly and tried to answer without telling her boss to fuck off, "I don’t know what I’m looking for."

"The nano-robotic files from June."

Y/N nodded, although she knew Kate couldn’t see her as she was still focused on her papers, and quickly grabbed the files she asked for and gave them to her. "Do you need anything else?"

"No, that’s it." And with that Y/N walked out of the office, sitting down unceremoniously on her chair and sighing loudly as she rubbed her temples.

"You okay?" Y/N looked up to a girl, smiling apologetically at her before focusing on Wanda beside her looking at her with a small smile.

"Yeah, just- rough first day. I-I’m Y/N Y/L/N."

"Oh, you’re Kate’s new assistant. I’m so sorry."

"You guys here have been telling me this the whole day." Y/N snorted humorlessly and Wanda snorted under her breath.

"Because Kate is a sweetheart but just not with her assistants. I’m Jane by the way." The brunette offered her hand to Y/N and Y/N was quick to shake it, smiling warmly at her.

"My pleasure."

"Wan, honey, I need the reports we talked about in 10 minutes. Thank you. It was a pleasure Y/N and please, hold on tight. You seem nice and it would be great having you around."

"Thank you so much. If you ever need an extra hand, I will gladly help you."

"That’s lovely of you." And with a smile Jane moved to her office. Y/N waited until the door closed before turning to Wanda and looking at her pleadingly, "can we switch bosses?"

-

"Ugh, I need fucking vacation." Y/N slumped on her chair for the umpteenth time that day, fatigue from the day weighing on her shoulders.

"It’s only been two days, Y/N." Wanda countered back with a small giggle and sat on Y/N’s desk beside her.

"I don’t even want to imagine what a week with her will be. And to think I came here to be an engineer."

"What?"

"Oh- you see." Y/N laughed when Wanda stared at her in bewilderment, "yesterday I actually came here for the vacant spot Clint was leaving to retire." Wanda nodded as she followed Y/N’s words, "I almost got it, until someone told Carol he won’t retire until his last projects are done."

"Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry."

"It’s fine. Carol wanted me to work for this company, so she proposed to be Kate’s assistant until that electronic engineer spot is free again." Y/N shrugged and smiled at Wanda a bit uncertainly, the redhead looking at her apologetically.

"I’m so sorry Y/N. But look it on the bright side, that job is yours. You just need to hang tight as Kate’s assistant."

"Yeah, it’s a little bit easier said than done though." Wanda giggled at that and nodded, patting Y/N’s shoulder softly.

"I know. But hey- it’s Friday and we’re almost done. Wanna get a few drinks?"

Y/N looked at a hopeful Wanda and smiled brightly at her, "are you kidding? I will need more than a few drinks to forget about these past two days and to get myself ready for the next."

-

"Hm- hello?" Y/N fought sleep as she answered her phone and took a look at the alarm beside her showing 4:48 a.m. on it.

"JENNY?! WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING MY TEXTS?" Y/N grimaced as she pulled her phone away from her ear at Kate’s screeching tone, hearing faint EDM music in the background.

"Because it’s the middle of the night?!" Y/N couldn’t help but answer with a bit of a bitchy tone, but her sleepy mind was still trying to function properly.

"Then fucking get up and get a car to get me." And with that Kate hung up and Y/N slumped back on her pillow with a grunt.

"Bitch."

-

"Jenny!" Jane got interrupted in the middle of her retelling of their last online meeting with a few Spanish companies and Y/N sighed as she sat up from her chair.

"Who is Jenny?"

"That’s me." Y/N smiled sarcastically at Jane and watched as she suppressed a snort as she grabbed her notepad and pen, "I’m sorry. I’ll be right back."

"Jenny!" Y/N grimace at Kate’s loud scream as she opened her door and closed it right after, "does your brain have a problem communicating with your feet? Why does it take you so long to come in here when I call you."

"I-hm-." Y/N cleared her throat to swallow the witty remark and continued, "Jane was telling me about your last meeting."

Kate looked up from her phone and stayed in silence for a moment before speaking up, "I need Steve here, call him. Then you need to grab my purp-."

"Purple suit. Done. It’s already in your apartment." Kate looked at Y/N and tried to hide her impressed expression as she scrutinized her.

"Order me lunch."

"Chicken salad with no kale and tomatoes. Coming right up." Y/N was quick to continue and Kate nodded at her, but her face was still blank.

"Okay, that’s it."

Y/N nodded at Kate and smiled when she turned around and exited the office, unaware of Kate’s curious and impressed stare.

-

"I must say, I’m impressed, Jenny. You survived your first week here without hitches."

"Miss Bishop, it’s been a week. Can you please call me by my real name? It’s Y/N."

"You don’t like Jenny?" Kate asked with a wide, teasing grin on her lips, clearly messing up with Y/N. "Jenny is a great name."

"It surely is, but it’s not my name. My name is Y/N."

Silence fell down around the two girls in the big office, Kate staring up at Y/N with a blank face before a devilish grin cracked it, "alright, Jenny. I- okay, jeez. There’s no need to look at me like that! Y/N, better?" Kate rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the Y/H/C girl staring at her annoyed and lifted her arms up in surrender, a ghost of a smile adorning her lips.

"Yeah." Y/N’s annoyed look got quickly replaced with a wide grin and nodded happily at the black haired girl.

"Anyway, I called you here because I need you to go to Natasha downstairs and ask her for our cloaking device and take it to my house, with all the reports, as soon as she finishes revising it."

"Okay, do not forget you have a brunch with your mother tomorrow, at 11 a.m." Y/N was quick to remember Kate as she looked at her agenda, causing Kate to nod as she probably tried to stash that information in her mind to remember it.

"Okay, thank you."

Y/N exited Kate’s office with a wide grin that didn’t go unnoticed by Wanda, who stared at her quizzically with her eyes narrowed, "why so smiley after coming out of Kate’s office? It’s a first for an assistant."

"She called me by my real name."

"No Jenny?"

"No!" Y/N exclaimed enthusiastically, opening her arms and smiling in disbelief at Wanda as she made her way towards her sat behind her desk. "Well I technically asked her to, but she did!"

"Good, that means she is warming up to you. You can be her first assistant staying here for more than 9 days."

"I didn’t know I was here to break records." Y/N joked, making the redhead laugh heartily at her, before shaking her head to focus, "anyway, I’m going downstairs."

"Okay, do you need help to know which floor you need to go to?"

"Hm, yeah actually. She mentioned someone new. Natasha, I think. She needs a cloaking device she is working on."

"N-Natasha?" Wanda asked with wide eyes as her cheeks immediately tinted with red, a reaction that go unnoticed by the Y/H/C girl.

"Yeah."

"Oh, well, do you want me to accompany you? I mean you had never been to 16th floor."

"That would be great! Are you busy now?" Y/N exclaimed excitedly, not picking up on Wanda’s weird behavior.

"No! I mean, hm- no, I’m almost finished anyway." Wanda stated casually after sprinting up her chair and fixing her dress, but Y/N didn’t pay too much attention on her, as she walked towards her desk, grabbed her notebook and pen and joined Wanda again in front of her desk.

"Great!"

The ride to the 16th floor was quick with Wanda fluffing her hair and checking her makeup in the mirror, while Y/N took another look at Kate’s agenda. The elevator dinged and the two exited it to walk into the electronic and nano-tech labs, Wanda guiding them to where Natasha was, finding her hunched over a device on her desk, a mess with electronic parts, papers and a few tools scattered all over it.

"Wanda Maximoff. To whom do I owe my gratitude to have you here down here?" Natasha looked up from the device as soon as she heard footsteps approaching her and smiled charmingly at the redhead, something that piqued Y/N’s interest. Y/N smiled inwardly when she looked at Wanda and found her blushing as she smiled giddily at the other redhead.

"Hm, Y/N here needs you."

"Fresh meat. Hi, I’m Natasha." Y/N took the redhead’s hand and shook it with a polite grin.

"I’m Y/N, Miss Bishop’s new assistant."

"Oh you are the girl that survived for 7 days straight. Impressive."

"Yeah, I’m aiming at breaking the 9 days straight record as her assistant." Y/N joked and Natasha laughed heartily at that.

"You’re funny. I like it. I will threaten Kate to punch her in the face if she ever fires you." Natasha smirked at Y/N and resumed her work on the device after telling the girls to sit in front of her.

"Carol already told her to give me a chance for three months, so she technically forbidden her to fire me during that time." Y/N explained and Natasha nodded happily.

"That’s great." Natasha giggled and grabbed a paper on the desk, reading it before nodding and continuing with her work, "so tell me, Y/N, how is working for Kate?"

"A great challenge to be honest. She demands and expects a lot, but I think I can handle her."

"Hm, you would be the first." Natasha joked as she focused her attention on the device she was finishing fixing, while Y/N stared at her working curiously, her hands hitching to help her out but she resisted.

"Yeah well, Wanda had helped me a lot during this week. I owe her a lot."

"Oh please, I didn’t do anything special. I was happy to help." Wanda waved Y/N off with her right hand before laid her chin on her closed fists as she perched on the table to look at Natasha working. Y/N could swear she saw her eyes become heart-shaped eyes as she stared lovingly at her, that thought made her laugh inwardly.

After sharing a few more chats, Natasha lifted her eyes up from the device, focusing her attention on Y/N before looking at Wanda with a knowing glint in her blue eyes, "since it’s Friday, we need to celebrate Y/N surviving as Kate’s assistant for a week."

"Oh I really want to, but I need to go as soon as you’re done and take this device to Kate’s place."

"So what? You will join us after. We will celebrate at Cerbero. It’s a great night club, first round of drinks on me. C’mon!"

Y/N felt like it was impossible to say no to Wanda and Natasha when they stared pointedly at her and pouting, so with an entertained snort and a small shake of her head, she caved in, "alright."

"Yay!" Wanda cheered loudly as she clapped her hands before high-fiving Natasha, who sported the same wide grin as her.

-

Y/N arrived at Kate’s apartment about an hour later, balancing the device in the box on her left hip as she fumbled with the keys Kate gave her, sighing out in victory when she finally slotted the key in the lock and opened the blue eyed girl’s door. After taking the key out and balancing the box back in her hands, she entered the apartment and almost dropped the device on the floor when she was met with the sight of Kate’s face buried between some girl’s legs, both stark naked on the couch. "Oh shit." The girl murmured traumatized, trying to communicate with her feet to fucking move but her brain short-circuited and made her stand froze on her spot.

"Ah! Who are you?!" The blonde girl screamed in fright as she tried to cover herself as much as she could with her hands, but she was clearly not doing a good job. That caught Kate’s attention, who detached her mouth from the girl’s vagina and looked at the intruder, her blue eyes recognized her an instant later. Y/N really wanted to look away, but she couldn’t help but notice the black haired girl’s chin was glistening. She really hoped she had her hands free to cover her eyes, to not endure witnessing this embarrassing moment for one more second, but she sadly couldn’t.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"I-I- the d-device you a-asked." Y/N cursed herself under her breath for stuttering but Kate didn’t seem to mind, as she lifted her hand from the girl’s thigh and pointed mindlessly towards her kitchen table.

"Great. Now go." After speaking, Kate didn’t wait for Y/N to exit her apartment and immediately focused her attention back on the girl spread on her couch, diving her face right back between her legs. When the blonde moaned Kate’s name loudly, Y/N’s brain finally kickstarted and made her move quickly, leaving the device on the table and flying out of Kate’s apartment.

-

"Oh my god! This is priceless. Did you really walked in on Kate fucking a girl on her couch?" Natasha asked in entertained disbelief and laughed loudly, wiping a few tears that escaped, when Y/N nodded with a grimace, Wanda doing the exact same.

"It was awful. Ugh." Y/N stated before tilting her head back and chugging a shot to try to erase those images from her brain.

"I wish I was there to see your reaction." Natasha laughed loudly again and this time leaned her body on Wanda for stability, making the other girl stop laughing and blush wildly. The other redhead didn’t pay attention to it, but it didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N, who took advantage of Natasha having her eyes closed to lift her right eyebrow up curiously at Wanda as she took a sip of her drink. Wanda’s blush deepened and that was all Y/N needed to know. She took a mental note to talk to her about it soon. "Another round?"

-

"Hey, how was your weekend?" Y/N asked when she heard footsteps approaching her, smiling sweetly at Wanda as she walked towards her, who did the same.

"Pretty good, how about yours?" Wanda asked after placing her coat on the rack and went to sit on her desk, while Y/N sat up from her chair and approached her, crossing her arms and leaning her left hip on the desk to come face to face with Wanda.

"Normal. I slept most of the time. A week here and I’m barely keeping my eyes open from how much tired I am." Y/N joked and Wanda giggled softly at her words, "now, let’s talk about the most important thing I wanted to discuss. When were you gonna tell me you have a crush on Natasha?"

"Shhhh! I don’t have a crush on her." Wanda shushed Y/N hastily before looking around her to make sure no one heard them.

"Oh yes, you do." Y/N smirked widely at Wanda, who sported a red hue on her cheeks and quickly sat up from her desk to run away from her, goin to sit on her own chair and have the desk to separate them, but it only made Y/N ten times happier as she grinned widely. "So-." Y/N started, bending slightly to lean over Wanda’s desk on her elbows and placing her head on her closed fists, making her cheeks puff a bit, "when are you gonna tell her?"

Wanda scoffed while looking at Y/N like she just went crazy, "never."

"Why?! She likes you too! Trust me, I’m good with these things."

"Hm no, you’re not?! Listen Y/N, I like our friendship, we became fast friends and you may know me that much to tell I have a crush on Natasha-."

"A-HA!" Y/N interrupted Wanda and pointed her index finger at her with a bright smile, making Wanda roll her eyes good-naturedly and emit an exasperated sigh at Y/N’s behavior but a smile stretched over her face too.

"As I was saying, you may know me, but you met Natasha just Friday and we only spent a few hours together. You don’t know her."

"Maybe, but I like to observe. That much to know that she has a habit to bit her bottom lip when she is focused on a task, or that she likes to communicate with her eyes when the object of the conversation is obvious, or that she has a smile that she reserves only for you every time you’re around. I may not know her, but my point of view, completely out of any dynamic, is the truest one you can ever get. Hell- you can even ask it to Miss Bishop, I’m sure she knows that too."

"Ask me what?" At that both girls focused on the voice coming from behind Y/N, Wanda peeking from Y/N’s left shoulder while Y/N turned only her head around to look who was behind her. Only when Y/N realized it was her boss behind her and she was literally bend over in front of her giving her a view of her ass in her black, tight jeans, Y/N widened her eyes comically and straightened her body up to a more appropriate position for a work place.

"Nothing." Y/N and Wanda spoke at the same time, sporting an embarrassed smile as both tried to avoid Kate’s scrutinizing look.

"Okay, well- Y/N, I need you in my office in 10 minutes, I have a meeting in an hour and I need every paper you can find on Tess Nicholson."

"Yeah, sure." With a nod, Kate flew into her office and closed the door behind her, making both girls relax their shoulders and let out the breath they were both holding.

"Do you think she remember I literally walked in on her fucking someone on her couch a few days ago?"

"I don’t know. Maybe she is avoiding the subject to save both of you from a deep embarrassment."

"Hm, I hope you’re right."

-

"Perfect, this is perfect! Thank you Y/N, I have everything I need to make our new possible associate join our forces."

"Do you need anything else?" Y/N tried to contain her smile from the praising words Kate just used for her even if her attention was laser focused on the papers in front of her, but she was pretty sure Kate could detect her happiness and pride in her voice.

"No, thank you. You can go." Y/N nodded and made her way towards the door, but when her hand touched the door handle, Kate’s voice stopped her in her tracks, "actually, Y/N, about Friday night-."

Y/N almost fainted as those words reached her ears and carefully turned around to face Kate again, getting ready for Kate yelling at her for not knocking or invading her privacy, "I’m so-."

But what she imagined never came, as Kate ignored her and continued, "call Shuri up into my office. There’s a problem with the prototype."

Y/N let go of the breath she didn’t know she was holding and nodded tentatively, forcing her body to find the voice she was sure she lost to feebly speak to Kate, "yeah, s-sure."

-

"How the fuck is possible that this fucking thing isn’t fucking working?! We had been working on it for over a year to fix every flaw! But every time we switch it on, 7 seconds pass and the device shuts off from overheating!" Kate stressed in frustration, walking up and down her office as she massaged her temples.

"I don’t know Kate, I run every test possible, I made so many changes but the result is always the same." Shuri explained exasperated, stressed just as Kate on something they had been working on for so long. Y/N then took a look at everyone else present in the room, as a small briefing with Shuri became an emergency meeting with a few of her best engineers to find the flaw in their new device, and found the same expression on their faces, making her furrow her eyebrows apologetically.

"It’s actually the first time it worked this long. Last month’s test resulted in the device working for only 5 seconds before shutting off." Carol chimed in the conversation, done staying quiet while staring thoughtfully at the device on Kate’s desk.

"I controlled every single electronic part in the device on Friday before Y/N delivered it at your house, Kate. Nothing it’s wrong with it." Natasha stated calmly while massaging her temples too to calm her nerves down.

"Then why the fucks is this thing not working?!" Kate repeated the question and looked at every single person present in her office in the eyes but everyone avoided her gaze as they all focused on the device, almost like they hoped it could magically work if they stared at it hard enough.

"We don’t know, Kate. Maybe I can run some more tests." Jane suggested with a calming tone as she approached Kate, trying to make her relax just a bit by gently touching her shoulder and looking at Carol, standing on Y/N’s right, for help. Y/N looked at Wanda as she finished writing down the last few things said just like Y/N was doing, writing down everything that could be helpful later on, before staring at Kate walking back and forth in distress when she moved away from Jane and sighed out softly.

"I did them just an hour ago. Our system tells nothing’s wrong, but something’s clearly wrong or this fucking thing would fucking work!" Kate exclaimed with an hard, angry voice, sighing out loud to get rid of some tension.

"Hm- have you tried to switch to active cooling system to passive cooling system?" Y/N spoke up when no one talked for over a minute, everyone closed up in their minds as they thought over for a solution, and almost regretted talking when every pair of eyes in the room fell on her.

"What?" Shuri was the first to talk, a curious glint shining in her eyes as she focused all her attention on Y/N, her mind already working on Y/N’s solution.

"Passive cooling system. It’s-hm-."

"Hm, excuse me Y/N, did you major in electronic engineering in the past five minutes? Everyone here is the best in their field and an assistant wants to take their place?" Kate asked angrily, looking like she was ready to loose it.

"I-hm-." Y/N went to answer but the fiery look in Kate’s eyes stopped her in her tracks and swallowed anything she was about to say, looking down at her feet as she wrung her fingers nervously.

"She actually is Kate." Carol butted in right after, placing a comforting hand on Y/N’s right shoulder and caressing it softly, sending a small, encouraging smile at her, that Y/N feebly mirrored as she gazed quickly in eyes before focusing back on her shoes.

"She is what?"

"An electronic engineer."

"Are you fucking with me? Because this is not the time." Kate grunted out unamused and caressed her temples again.

"No, she came here 10 days ago for a job interview for Clint’s place but Clint is not retiring anytime soon so we don’t have any place as an electronic engineer to offer to her right now. I couldn’t let her go to any other company, so I offered her to be your assistant. She is truly amazing. Let’s listen to what she was saying. Please. It could work."

Kate stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking over everything that has been said and without adding anything else, she just gestured Y/N to go on with her idea with a wave of her hand, "hm, as I was saying-." Y/N cleared her throat to subdue her anxiety under Kate’s and everyone else’s scrutinizing gaze, "I couldn’t help but notice that you are using an active cooling system to cool down the device from overheating, but it’s clearly not working. The energy you’re using to cool down the electronic parts it’s not cooling down the components but it’s actually just heating them more. And the computer systems tell you nothing it’s wrong because it technically isn’t, it just needs another cooling system. So I suggest to switch to passive cooling system to bypass the overheating problem."

"Passive cooling system?" Kate asked only, her curiosity piqued by Y/N’s idea, just like everyone else’s in the room.

"Yes. With passive cooling system we can use natural conduction, convection and radiation to cool the components down. It will work. I fixed many similar problems with it."

"Yeah- oh, yeah. It could work!" Shuri thought over Y/N’s words as she stared at the device on Kate’s desk before nodding enthusiastically at her. "Nat, what do you say?"

"That we need her help in the lab. Can we borrow her for a while?" Natasha directed the question to Kate, who was still staring at Y/N with a mix of shock and confusion, but also something that resembled pride? Y/N was not so sure.

"Yeah. But when you’re done- Y/N I need to speak to you." Kate stated with a low tone as she stared pointedly at Y/N, who nodded unsure and a bit worried and walked out of her boss’ office with Carol, Natasha, Jane and Shuri, Wanda following them.

-

"Come in." Y/N entered Kate’s office at hearing her boss’ validation to go in and tentatively walked into the room, wringing her hands nervously after she closed the door and turned around to face Kate.

"Hm- the device works, we run a-."

"I know. Shuri just called me." Kate interrupted Y/N with her eyes still glued on her desktop’s screen but when her eyes moved onto her a moment later, Y/N almost fainted from anxiety. "Why didn’t you tell me about you?"

"Because it wasn’t important. Not now at least."

"What do you mean?" Kate sat up from her desk and rounded it, making Y/N almost flinch in fright, but stayed put and watched Kate lean over her desk with her butt as she crossed her arms and stared at her curiously. Despite the serious, heavy air surrounding them, Y/N couldn’t help but think how extremely hot Kate looked in that moment, with her well-fitted, tailored grey suit hugging her curves, her hair flowing down her shoulders in natural waves, her light makeup highlighting her blue eyes and her bossy pose. It made Y/N’s head spin with so many gay feelings but she couldn’t focus on them too much right now since they weren’t exactly appropriated because Kate was her boss and because that said boss was now right in front of her, with an angry expression that told Y/N she was about to be lectured.

"Like Carol said, she made an offer for me. Working as your assistant until I can get a job here as an engineer. So that’s what I am for now, your assistant."

"Oh wow." Kate exclaimed, closing her mouth right after, mulling over Y/N’s words. "Are you really putting aside your degree just to wait for that spot as an electronic engineer here?" Y/N nodded softly, expressing how much this job means to her through her eyes hoping Kate would catch it. Luckily, she did. "Wow, that’s- dedication."

"I needed a job. Yeah it may not be my dream job for now, but it will be. Any type of job, for now, will do. I moved from California after graduating. To start over." It was Kate that nodded this time, understanding where Y/N was coming from, "besides, being your assistant it’s not that terrible or hellish like everyone told me about." Y/N cracked a joke to light up the heavy air that suddenly fell over them with a small shrug and she succeeded, making Kate snort under her breath while shaking her head.

"Who told you that?"

"Everyone here said to me, and I quote, ‘I’m so sorry’ every time I tell them I’m working as your new assistant." Kate snorted at that and nodded, knowing her friends and employees were just messing with her, "oh, and one of your ex assistants, the first one I assume, apparently left a journal in one of the desk’s drawers to vent over you and your, and I quote again, ‘narcissistic and completely dumb requests’. It seems it became pretty important to leave comments for every assistant that came after."

"Wow, really? Can I read it?" Kate asked with a mix of bewilderment and amusement swimming on her features, making Y/N snicker gently under her breath but she nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, I’ll give it to you as soon as I finish reading it. It’s like a novel. I’m hooked." Y/N admitted with dreamy eyes and a wide smile, "do you know Kyla-."

"Who?"

Y/N rolled her eyes good-naturedly at Kate’s question, hearing her snort under her breath at her own words, before continuing, "anyway, she almost spit in your coffee three times just because you called her Koala?"

"Oh my god! Now I remember!" Kate laughed heartily as she clapped her hands, "yeah, I enjoyed calling her that just to see the vein on her forehead pop." Kate made a gesture with her hand in front of her face to stress the word ‘pop’ more before laughing alongside Y/N. Due to the giddy air now surrounding them Y/N didn’t exactly ponder on her next words, but she spoke up anyway.

"I also have a theory- that I need to verify once I’m done readying the journal- that there is something that each one of your assistants shared."

"And what is that? The hatred they had for me?"

"No, besides that- they actually- hm- all wanted to fuck you apparently." Y/N stated quickly, shrugging nonchalantly, causing Kate to almost fall off her leaning position on her desk with a loud laugh.

"What?! That’s not true! You’re messing with me."

"I’m being actually honest. Okay, wait here!" Y/N sprinted out of Kate’s office, approached her desk, opened the second drawer and retrieved the journal, smiling at Wanda looking at her quizzically in the process, before closing the drawer and returning to Kate’s office. "Take a look yourself." Y/N approached Kate still leaning on the desk and mirrored her as she sat beside her, while flipping through the journal’s pages to find a few spicy words Kate’s ex assistants wrote about her. "Ah, here it is. Okay, Barb said ‘that fucking bitch had the audacity to ask me to order her a salad and count if there are 115 lettuce leaves in it. But fuck, you can do anything she asks you to with that pretty face. Let’s not talk about that ass. Oh that ass, I daydream about touching that ass every time I have the chance to look at it.’ I laughed so hard reading it. Did you really ask her to count your lettuce leaves in your salad?" Y/N cackled loudly after reading the piece on the page she already read and turned around to look at Kate incredulously.

"Yeah, I thought it was fun." Kate laughed alongside Y/N and tried to conceal her blush tinting her cheeks at the words Y/N just read. "Go on, I want to know more."

"Okay, let me just-." Y/N flipped a few pages over, finding another interesting piece to read, "Johanna said ‘Kate oddly didn’t ask anything weird today so I had a lot of time to admire her amazing arms in her blouse. I would give anything to rip it off of her and see what else she has to offer.’"

"Oh my god, they were feisty." Kate commented as Y/N kept flipping over pages in focus, moving to the ones she hadn’t read yet.

"Hm-hm, but not as much as Violet, who wrote ‘can someone be so annoying but so fucking hot at the same time? She makes me go crazy. She always finds something wrong with what I do, but I would gladly let her bend me over her desk and fuck me hard as she lectures me." Y/N read out loud, finding herself blushing after finishing reading not only because she was reading those things that were directed to Kate right to Kate, but also because her brain decided to play with her and played that image over and over. And to make everything worse (or better?) she imagined herself bent over by Kate on her desk as she pound-.

"Oh shit, did she really wrote that?"

Y/N got pulled out of her daydreaming by Kate’s voice as she leaned over to take a better look at what was written on the journal’s page Y/N was reading, "y-yeah and apparently she was the last assistant you had because after this there is nothing more to read."

"Hm, good to know. Are you gonna write something down too? Vent about my rude ways or for calling you Jenny for a week?"

Y/N snorted at Kate’s question but shook her head softly, "nah, believe it or not, I actually enjoyed working for you these past weeks."

"Really?" Kate asked incredulously, turning her head around to look at Y/N better. "You would be the first then."

"Yeah." Y/N nodded with a gentle smile, "I have to admit I called you a bitch the first day we met and a few days later when you called me in the middle of the night, but I stopped then. I took it as a challenge to satisfy your every request."

"And what about the other comments? Are you gonna lust over me too?" Kate asked tentatively with a low, teasing tone, staring into Y/N’s beautiful Y/E/C eyes and waiting for her answer.

"Oh no." Y/N was quick to deny, maybe too quick for Y/N’s likings and snorted for good measure. "And besides, you can’t ask that!"

"Why not?"

"Because it’s-." Y/N trailed off to think something over, looking at Kate as she stared at her smugly, "totally unprofessional of you, of me."

"Oh, yeah right." Kate concedes in a sarcastic tone, a small grin appearing on her lips, "since you’re not gonna jump on my bones anytime soon like my other assistants, why don’t you go order my lunch? Oh and do not forget to call that catering company for my party at my house on Friday night."

"I already did."

"Oh that’s great, then call-."

"I covered the alcoholic beverages too. I ordered great amount of alcohol to make it, and I quote yourself, ‘flowing and flowing’."

"Hm, only two weeks here and you surprised me more times I can remember." Kate nodded in approval, her eyes doing a once over at Y/N as a proud smile rolled on her lips.

"I like being organized. Oh, this reminds me-." Y/N opened her notebook and flipped a few pages over to find the note she needed to comunicate to Kate, "someone named Sam called two times today asking to talk to you, she refused to tell me who she was or who she worked with. She insisted a lot on making you answer her calls."

"Oh shit, I promised to call her after our night on Thursday!" Kate sighed and caressed her temples gently, "okay tell her I’m working late."

"And if she calls again?"

"Tell her I’m working late again. I need to get rid of her."

"I don’t know if you’ve ever dumped someone Miss Bishop, but I think this lie will definitely not get rid of her."

Kate sighed at the sarcastic tone Y/N used and caressed her temples in thoughts, "it usually works, smarty pants. They just stop trying at the fourth attempt."

"O-kay." Y/N agreed skeptically but nodded nonetheless at her boss, "I will tell her that. Anything else?"

"No, just my lunch."

"On its way, boss!" Y/N announced on her way out of the door with her thumb up, a dorky gesture that made Kate snort in amusement with a fond shook of her head, totally ignoring the affection she already started feeling for her new assistant, something that had never happened before, as she took a seat at her desk again.

-

"An electronic engineer, an assistant and now a party planner. Is there something you can’t do, Y/N?" Wanda commented with a mix of bewilderment and amusement as soon as she entered Kate’s apartment with Y/N and Natasha following, causing Y/N to smile shyly at the comment.

"Damn, Y/L/N. This looks amazing." Natasha admitted in a dazed expression, her blue eyes sweeping all over the place in awe.

"Thank you, I spent two entire days planning all of this. Kate only told me about this party Tuesday morning. I had to plan everything in a very short amount of time."

"And you did amazing." Kate appeared out of nowhere, making the three girls jump up in fright, but Kate smiled at them as she approached the trio, "and for the record, I purposefully told you about this party that late."

"What?!" Y/N asked in disbelief, anger shining behind her eyes as she send a withering glare at Kate.

"I wanted to see how you worked under pressure." Kate shrugged nonchalantly as she took a sip of her drink covering her smug smirk with the rim of the glass in her hand.

"Oh great." Y/N lifted her arms up dejectedly and sighed, making Kate tap on her shoulder gently.

"You did good, you should be proud of yourself."

"Oh so I should thank you now?" Y/N asked sarcastically, smiling amusedly at Kate, and the blue eyed girl mirrored her with a challenging look.

"Wan let’s go, or we will witness them fucking in front of us." Natasha murmured in Wanda’s left ear and grabbed her hand to pull her away from the duo still bickering to walk towards the counter where the open bar was.

"What? Do you think-?" Wanda asked, trailing off and not finishing her question as she pointed with her thumb behind her back to Y/N and Kate still discussing and gasped softly.

"Yeah. They may not realize it yet, but I can see they lust over each other." Natasha explained to Wanda with a wide smirk, sitting down on a bar stool as Wanda walked around the counter. "So, how is an innocent, sweet girl like you, serving at this party full of snotty people?" Natasha changed subject quickly and leaned on the counter with her elbows and lifted her right eyebrow up seductively, eyeing Wanda like she was a predator ready to jump on its prey, speaking after a few moments of silence spent watching Wanda grab a few bottles to make cocktails for them.

Wanda blushed furiously when she made the mistake of meeting Natasha’s gaze and almost dropped the bottle of vodka she was using to mix it with a few more ingredients with the intensity of her stare. "I needed a job, rich people leave good tips when they are drunk."

"Hm, and did ever someone insisted too much on particular topics while too drunk?"

Wanda kept playing along Natasha’s charade, taking some time to squeeze half a lemon into the mixer before answering Natasha, "yes, but I can look after myself."

"Oh I do not doubt that. But you can’t be here, all alone. Someone needs to protect you." Natasha stated nonchalantly, shrugging when Wanda lifted her gaze up from the mixer to stare at Natasha unamused, "pretty girls needs to have their knight in shining armor."

"Oh yeah? Would that be you? Are you offering?" Wanda purposefully ignored the ‘pretty girls’ part, not wanting to get her hopes up when Natasha was just playing around to kill time at the party, so she moved on with their banter with an amused grin.

"Yes, of course."

Wanda’s small smile widened just a bit as she thought over her next question, "and where is your shining armor?"

"Oh I took it to the dry cleaner’s." Natasha made up an excuse nonchalantly, cracking Wanda’s almost serious face as she laughed heartily at that.

"Yeah, being clean is a really important thing. I love when the pretty girls I serve are clean." Wanda for once decided to be bold and delivered her line to Natasha as she mixed their drinks.

Natasha swallowed imperceptibly at the words Wanda used, feeling her brain literally melt and short-circuit for a moment, but pretended to act cool as she grabbed the drink Wanda offered to her with a seductive look, "thank you."

"So tell me, my brave knight, are you gonna make sure no one poisoned alcohol?" Wanda kept joking as she fidgeted with the small straw in her glass, mustering the most seductive look she had ever used and bit on her bottom lip teasingly. If Natasha wanted to play dirty with her, she was capable of doing just the same.

At that, Natasha straightened her back slightly as she saw a big opportunity. She could make the final move and explicitly hit on Wanda, hoping she would finally notice she had a crush on her, "oh yeah right, hold on." The younger redhead watched with rapt attention as Natasha wrapped her lips around the small straw and took a small sip from her glass, humming at the delicious and balanced taste Wanda created for their drinks, before licking her lips clean. Wanda watched everything unfold in front of her like it was all in slow motion, her breath getting shallower as her mouth dried up and her eyes darkened. "Nope, no poison in here."

"Okay then-."

"Ah-ah, I need to check yours too." Natasha stopped Wanda mid-sentence and without hesitation, sat slightly up from her stool to lean over the counter, giving a great view of her half exposed boobs to Wanda through the really deep neckline of her dress, before wrapping her lips around Wanda’s straw too with her drink still in her hand, and taking a small sip, never breaking their eye-contact as their faces were really close. Wanda felt like she could explode at any moment as lust pumped fast into her veins, Natasha’s green eyes feeling like they were swallowing her in and she was willing to make them do that. Wanda’s breath hitched imperceptibly when Natasha lifted up a bit to be at eye-level with her, purposefully leaning closer to the young redhead to tease her some more, making their breaths mingling as their noses almost touched but she didn’t close the gap. She wanted Wanda to want that too. "All clear."

"I-I-." Wanda licked her dry lips and swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as she tried to collect her thoughts and to form at least a coherent phrase, but it became a really difficult task with the redhead so close to her. "I- I need to go to the bathroom."

And with that Wanda excused herself and flew into the bathroom, running on wobbly legs and with her heart aching, leaving Natasha hanging there. She knew she was acting stupid but she needed some time to collect her thoughts over what just happened in the past few minutes. "You’re an idiot."

Wanda turned around with a small shriek when she felt a voice ring right beside her, making her open her eyes at the person on her left, "what are you doing here?"

"I saw what happened there. She was flirting with you and you ran away from her?!"

"She wasn’t flirting with me, she was just joking around." Wanda shook her head in denial and closed her eyes to calm her nerves and heartbeat down by laying her hands on the sink, the cold ceramic soothing her slightly, while Y/N scoffed under her breath.

"Wan, I love you but you are fucking stupid." Y/N stated gently, eyeing Wanda with a mix of affection and exasperation, "she was flirting with you. Trust me, I’ve done plenty of that. I can recognize when someone is flirting and Wan, she was."

"I-I-." Wanda sighed out loud before covering her face with her hands, her mind still wrapping around this new piece of information she subconsciously already knew but she wasn’t ready to admit to herself.

"Why did you run away?" Y/N asked softly, approaching the redhead and placing her hand on her shoulder.

"I- I can’t lose her, Y/N/N. She means the world to me and her rejecting me and pushing me away after I tell her how I feel it’s something I don’t want to experience."

"But she won’t reject you Wan! She was just flirting with you! She literally eye-fucked you as she drank from your glass. Listen- I know it’s scary, but if you don’t make a move you won’t know if she feels the same."

"I don’t want to risk our friendship, Y/N/N." Wanda reasoned, sighing out loud in distress as she detached her eyes from Y/N to look at herself in the mirror in front of her, finding dread in her features.

"Natasha won’t ever walk away from you if she doesn’t feel the same. You know that." Y/N tried to reassure Wanda with the softest tone she could muster, looking at her through the mirror and smiling encouragingly at her.

Wanda smiled back gently and nodded solemnly, "I appreciate what you’re doing Y/N/N, thank you for cheering me up."

Y/N let out a soft breath while nodding in understanding. Wanda wasn’t going to relent that easily and she won’t push her to do something she wasn’t ready to do yet, so she just moved on another topic to ease Wanda up, "don’t mention it, I will always be here for you, Wan."

The redhead turned towards the Y/E/C girl and hugged her hard, showing all the gratitude she felt for her and what she did tonight, "do not tell Clint, but you’re becoming my favorite."

Y/N snorted at Wanda’s words before pulling away from the hug and nodding at the girl, "noted."

-

"Miss Bishop, can I talk to you for a second?" About an hour later her interaction with Wanda in the bathroom, Y/N watched as Natasha gravitated back to Wanda and pretended like the girl didn’t just walked away from her flirting as she initiated a conversation with her and the Y/H/C girl decided to jump into action.

"Yeah, what’s up? And please call me Kate, Miss Bishop makes me feel old." Kate asked after excusing herself from her previous conversation with a few of her employees, nodding at Y/N in anticipation before following her to a more quiet part of her apartment to talk.

"Okay- hm, Kate- hm, do you want to join me on a mission?" Y/N whispered conspiratorially after moving closer to Kate, making the girl furrow her eyebrows and look at her confused. Despite it felt weird at first, Y/N had to admit it was amazing calling her boss by her first name and not by her last name.

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you see those two idiots in love right there?" Y/N pointed to Wanda laughing care-freely at something Natasha said before staring at Kate as she looked at them and realization hit her.

"Wanda and Natasha? Are they-?"

"Yeah, look at them." Y/N gave Kate about a minute to let her observe the two girls interact, her blue eyes scrutinizing every movement to detect everything that could make her believe Y/N‘s words.

"Oh shit, you’re right!" Kate spoke up in disbelief after she watched Natasha flirt shamelessly with Wanda, "Natasha is flirting with Wanda."

"Yeah, she jumped right at it again, I see. You missed the great show that was Natasha trying to seduce Wanda by taking a sip of Wanda’s drink from her straw."

"Oh wow, Romanoff is bold. And why are they still here? I thought they would be already on their way home, y’know." Y/N snorted at Kate’s wink and wiggling of her eyebrows before shaking her head in exasperation.

"Wanda walked away in panic. I tried to talk her out of her nerves, but she is too afraid to make a move herself or believe Natasha is actually flirting with her because she doesn’t want to lose Natasha as a friend."

"How cute." Kate commented as she stared at Wanda talking heatedly with her hands with Natasha, who stared at her like a lovesick puppy and smiled.

"That’s where we come into the picture."

"What?"

"Wanda needs reassurance Natasha likes her back and Natasha, well- she just needs a good opportunity to kiss Wanda. She almost did at the counter, but Wanda walked away before she could do that."

"Okay, I think I’m following."

"I need your help to make sure they are alone in the bathroom. I already thought about everything." Y/N smirked conspiratorially and watched as Kate did the same, nodding in understanding as she agreed to work with Y/N on her plan.

"I like this this wicked side of yours. Go on."

"Okay, first thing first, I will go grab a drink and then go to Wanda and Natasha to join on their conversation, meanwhile you will try to talk to anyone that is in our proximity and wait about 5 minutes before ‘accidentally’-." Y/N made quotation marks with her fingers to stress over the word ‘accidentally’ before continuing, "bumping into me and making me spill my drink on Wanda’s blouse. I will offer to help Wanda clean herself up but then you will stop me by making up some kind of excuse, this way I know Natasha will offer to help Wanda clean herself up and they will be alone in your bathroom." Y/N finished explaining her plan with her chest puffed up in pride, feeling satisfied for making up a great plan to help her friends out.

"That’s great! Did I already tell you I love this wicked side of you?"

-

"No Y/N, tell me you didn’t."

"Oh I did, right in front of my teacher. I got detention for punching that asshole but he asked for it." Wanda and Natasha laughed their asses off as Y/N told them about a funny story from high school, letting a small laugh escape her lips too as she thought about that moment. "That way he ne-." Y/N got abruptly stopped mid-sentence when a body collided on hers, knowing it was Kate that ‘accidentally’ bumped into her and following her plan she purposefully tilted her hand too much from just a simple bump to let her drink spill all over Wanda’s blouse, making her shriek loudly at the coldness invading her body. "Oh, shit! I’m so sorry! Someone bumped into me and I-."

"It’s okay Y/N/N, it wasn’t intentional." Oh, but it was. Y/N mischievously thought in her head before fumbled around to take a few napkins to dab the liquid from Wanda’s blouse. "Ah, shit. Let’s go to the bathroom, I’ll help you clean up."

"Oh Y/N! There you are! I’ve been trying to find you for an hour." Kate immediately butted in the conversation, making Y/N smirk inwardly at her playing along with her plan, "I need your help with something."

"Can it wait? I need to help Wanda-."

"Don’t worry Y/N/N, go. I’ll help Wanda." Natasha interjected gently, a small smile adorning her features as she took the napkins from Y/N’s hands and guided Wanda into the bathroom, "let’s go or you’ll smell like a tropical cocktail for the rest of the night."

Y/N and Kate watched as Wanda and Natasha walked into the bathroom, that Kate made sure no one was in before starting their plan, and then closed the door behind them. "Good job." Y/N admitted to Kate as she lifted her hand up to her without moving her eyes away from the closed bathroom door.

"Thanks, you did good too." Kate high-fived Y/N as her eyes also stayed glued to her bathroom door, before turning towards her assistant mischievously, "we’re a good team."

"Yeah. Now let’s go, you owe me a new drink."

"No, you owe me one." Kate objected and made Y/N snort at her as she shook her head in fond exasperation, but complied anyway as the two made their way towards the counter to make themselves their drinks.

-

"Good morning, Y/N/N!" Y/N lifted her head up from the papers she was sorting out on her desk when Wanda’s voice interrupted her, watching as the girl walked to her desk and sat on her chair with a brighter-than-the-sun smile, something that made Y/N grin too.

"Good morning to you too. In a good mood today?" Y/N asked causally while sitting up from her chair and walking towards Wanda’s desk to sit on it like she usually did on the early working hours when others employees and their bosses haven’t showed up yet, in her smile no trace of her knowing why the redhead was so happy.

"I’m always in a good mood, Y/N/N." Wanda tried to elude Y/N’s question as she avoided eye contact with her. Y/N had a feeling something happened between Wanda and Natasha Friday night and she knew Wanda would spill everything out by just meeting her eyes, but since the girl was avoiding them at all costs, she used other ways to let her talk.

"How was your weekend?"

"Oh you know, same old stuff. Caught up on some sleep, watched a few tv shows, slept some more. Yours?" Wanda answered vaguely, still avoiding Y/N’s gaze as she busied herself with tidying up her desk that was already pretty neat since they hadn’t started working yet.

"Hm, I had to do a few things Kate asked me to do Friday night. Oh speaking of which, I’m sorry again for spilling my drink on you."

At the mention of Friday night, Y/N noticed Wanda’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly as she stopped just a moment in her tracks before resuming her actions to not rise suspicion, "don’t worry, Y/N/N."

"Did you left right after? I tried to find you but you were gone."

"Oh- y-yeah. I- t-the blouse was drenched, I went home because I couldn’t fix the stain." Y/N noticed how Wanda stammered in her explanation and she knew she was ready to relent and tell her what really happened that night, so she just pushed Wanda’s buttons a bit more to make her spill the tea.

"Hm, yeah, that’s understandable." Wanda sighed out of relief when Y/N didn’t say anything else, but almost fainted and fell off her chair at Y/N’s next question, spoken with an innocent lilt in her tone but with a cheeky grin on her lips, "and did you get the hickey on your neck before or after going home?"

Wanda then whipped her head towards Y/N and finally met her eyes with her own widened comically, "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I think you do. You tried to cover it up with makeup, but it’s too dark for your skin. It’s showing out, like- a lot."

Wanda tried to hold Y/N’s knowing gaze but after a few, painful seconds she relented with a loud sigh, "what do you know?"

"That Natasha definitely helped you out with your blouse." Y/N stated out loud with a proud, knowing smirk, and wiggled her eyebrows mischievously when a deep red blush appeared on Wanda’s cheeks.

"She- I- yeah."

"Oh my god! I’m so happy for you, Wan. Tell me everything!"

Wanda smiled softly at her friend as she fidgeted with her hands and nodded gently but before she could open her mouth, Kate came strolling down the hallway and stopped in front of Y/N sat on Wanda’s desk, "good morning Wanda, good morning Y/N."

"Good morning, Kate." Wanda smiled widely at the black haired girl, hoping with all her heart her blush at least faded a bit.

"Good morning, Kate." Y/N repeated Wanda’s words and greeted her boss, watching her with a knowing smirk on and a certain glint in her eyes, making Kate understand right away what she was silently telling her.

"So, did it work?" Kate asked hopeful, her eyes filling up with mirth when Y/N nodded with a bright grin, shamelessly asking about Wanda with the girl right beside them, who stared at the two girls confused.

"What did it work?" Wanda asked confusedly, biting nervously on her bottom as she worried at the two girls sharing knowing smirks and looks.

Y/N ignored Wanda’s question and answered Kate’s one, her grin broadening, "yup."

Kate stared at Wanda a few seconds, intimidating Wanda as her ocean blue eyes scrutinized her up and down, before she spoke up with a proud smile, now directed at Y/N, "you owe me 50 bucks." And with that Kate walked away from the two girls and into her office, leaving Wanda with her jaw falling on the ground as realization fell on her.

"Yeah, I know." Y/N sighed out as she yelled at her boss before she could close her office’s door and then turning back towards her friend, smiling innocently at a furious looking Wanda.

"Hold on, did you bet on me and Natasha with Kate?!" Wanda asked with an incredulous expression on her features, letting go of the pencil she was holding in her shock, the wooden object clinking loudly on the desk as it fell down.

"Kinda." Y/N tried to downplay what really happened but one pointed look from Wanda made her sigh out dejectedly, "okay, yeah, we did."

"That’s just- wait, hold on." Wanda was ready to give Y/N an earful about betting on herself and Natasha when something Kate said piqued her curiosity again, "Kate asked you if something worked out. What was she talking about?" At that the Y/H/C girl immediately avoided Wanda’s eyes, focusing them on a random item on Wanda’s desk and picking it up.

"Oh wow is this new? I am sure it is, because it totally wasn’t there-."

"Y/N." Wanda stopped Y/N in her attempt of deflecting her question with an authoritative, hard tone that left no space from any more avoiding from Y/N, making the Y/E/C girl let out a resigned breath as she placed Wanda’s stapler back down on her desk.

"We kinda teamed up to make you and Natasha happen on Friday night." Y/N quickly spit out the words and closed her eyes in anticipation, waiting for Wanda’s wrath, but it never came so Y/N tentatively opened one eye to see Wanda’s reaction.

"You two- what?!" Wanda was only capable of emitting those three words, too much focused on replaying Friday night’s events to connect all the dots, but coming up empty. "What did you two do?"

"We planned on spilling that drink on you. I was sure that you both needed a little push, especially Natasha. But it worked right? You spent the night with her, right?"

"Well yeah, but- Y/N!" Wanda leaned forward and slapped Y/N on her bicep, making the girl groan in pain.

"Ohw!"

"That’s what you deserve for what you did." Wanda repeated the gesture, making Y/N groan in pain again before she stared at her in disbelief, her arms opening in bewilderment at the redhead slapping her again, but the girl nodded resolutely, "and that was meant for Kate, but since I can’t hit our boss, I hit you."

"How convenient." Y/N rolled her eyes at Wanda’s logic while caressing her arm to ease the light sting there, Wanda nodding again resolutely.

"And this-." Wanda trailed off to sit up from her chair and Y/N instantly lifted her arms up to shield herself from Wanda’s attack, but relaxed right away when Wanda hugged her tightly, despite the embrace being a bit uncomfortable with Y/N’s hands still between their bodies. "Is for what you two did." Wanda finished her sentence in a grateful tone, leaning her head back and staring into Y/N’s eyes with appreciation glinting in them, before laying a small peck on her left cheek.

"I only wanted you two to be finally happy. You both deserve it." Y/N admitted truthfully, smiling softly at Wanda as she pulled fully away from the embrace and sat back down on her chair, the redhead reciprocating the gesture right away, "now, tell me everything."

-

"Y/N, do you have any reports about that new technology Tony tested?"

"Yeah, hold on- I have it right here." Y/N rummaged through the stack of papers she had in her arms with only one hand as she struggled a bit on not making them fall on the ground as the other held the stack of papers still, and sighed out loud when she came up empty. "Hm, I think I have it on my desk."

"Okay, you’ll give it to me later. You can go for now." Kate dismissed Y/N while never breaking her eyes on whatever she was typing away on her phone, her eyebrows furrowed in a small, focused frown.

"Don’t forget your meeting will start in 20 minutes."

"What meeting?" Kate stopped her fingers’ movements on her phone and looked up at Y/N in a mix of confusion and panic.

"With those investors from Germany."

"Fuck! Was it today?" Kate asked in alarm, frantically looking through the mess that was on her desk to find the sticky note she was sure she put somewhere to remember about that important meeting. After about 10 seconds she found it under hundreds of papers and sighed out in frustration, "shit, I completely forgot about it!"

"Do you need something to help you prepare everything for it?"

"No, I luckily had everything ready for weeks. I am just- shit- worried. A deal with them is really important for us. It’s a lot of pressure and I would’ve liked a little bit more than 20 minutes to get ready properly." Kate moved her eyes from Y/N’s figure standing in the middle of her office to fixate her eyes on the sticky note to calm her nerves down, sighing loudly.

"Is there something else I can do for you?" After a few seconds of silence of Y/N watching Kate closing herself off in her brain still staring at her desk pensively, she spoke up softly, effectively pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Hm, no, thank you. I just need some time alone to get myself ready, like I always do for important meetings. Don’t wait for me. Go welcome our guests when they will arrive, I’ll meet you there." Kate stated in a calm tone while massaging her temples, Y/N staring at her in worry.

"Okay, if you need anything, just call me." Y/N reassured Kate on her way out of the door, looking at her through her shoulder before she could walk out of Kate’s office and watched her nod with a small, grateful smile.

"Will do. Thank you."

With that, Y/N exited the room and sighed out loud again as she walked towards her desk to put away the stack of papers she had in her hands, before searching the reports Kate asked her, finding them in a folder in the first drawer of her desk with ‘TONY’ written down on it. She took the folder and placed it beside her computer, ready to give it to Kate as soon as she finished with her meeting before focusing on tidying up a few more papers littered on her desk. Ten minutes or so later she looked to her right, towards Wanda’s desk, and found it empty, knowing the girl was already in the conference room with Jane, Natasha and Shuri to review a few things before the meeting. She let out a small breath before checking the time. She still got about 6 minutes before she had to be in the conference room to welcome their guests, so she sat up, grabbed her notebook and pen to take a few notes during the meeting and got ready to walk towards the conference room, but stopped in her tracks when she noticed Kate’s office door was slightly ajar and furrowed her eyebrows in thought. Kate hated being interrupted as she got ready for important meetings, so she always asked Y/N to close the door to prevent anyone to disturb her. Her now leaving her desk to go to the meeting room meant she couldn’t stop anyone from disturbing Kate and the door slightly ajar also meant they could think Kate wasn’t actually busy and could just knock, disturbing her in the process. With a small sigh, the girl shook her head and walked towards Kate’s office door, not wanting to deal with an angry Kate in the near future. She grabbed the doorknob and got ready to pull the door close, when a small sound blocked her. It couldn’t be what she thought she just heard, could it? Y/N stayed frozen in front of Kate’s office door for a few moments, her left hand gripping the doorknob hard as she stared with widened eyes at Kate’s black couch through the small crack the door created, her heartbeat so loud in her ears it almost deafened her. When about 10 seconds passed and no strange sound echoed from Kate’s office, Y/N sighed out in relief, thankful that what she thought she heard was probably just the door squeaking loudly. The Y/H/C girl almost chocked on her own saliva when a moment later she heard that sound again, louder this time. It was unmistakable. Kate was moaning. Y/N felt a mix of emotions hit her all at once and it astonished her she wasn’t exactly feeling what she should actually feel when you walk in on your boss moaning, like disgust, horror or uneasiness. No, she actually felt a little bit of shock, but also eagerness and most importantly arousal and instead of focusing on why she was actually feeling that way or to stop eavesdropping on Kate and feel dirty for spying on Kate’s personal space, she tried to take a better look into Kate’s office through the small crack she had available, but sighed out in frustration when she could only see the side of Kate’s desk.

Then, instead of walking away, Y/N tried to open the door just a slightly bit more, thankful it didn’t squeak loudly in the process, and almost fainted when she could now partially see Kate, sat on her chair, facing the windows behind her, and with the back of her chair facing the door. From her angle she could see the blue eyed girl’s right arm was moving rhythmically up and down, leaving no doubts about what Kate was actually doing. A shiver run down Y/N’s spine when Kate whined again under her breath as she noticed she sped up her movements, telling Y/N she was ready to come and that immediately increased her body temperature as a familiar pressure formed in her lower stomach. Y/N knew it was wrong what she was doing and she was glad no one was around to catch her spying on her boss masturbating, but she couldn’t walk away, she felt stuck on her spot as her eyes couldn’t detach from Kate’s arm moving. Her body reacted to every breath, whine or moan Kate emitted, filling her up each passing second with need, need for her and for her release, a release that didn’t take long to come (no pun intended). After about a couple of more seconds with Kate’s whines coming out incessantly, Kate came with a long, breathy moan but with the heartbeat loud in her ears and from her distance Y/N wasn’t able to hear what Kate murmured under her breath. "Fuck." Y/N whispered under her breath and shivered wildly when what she just witnessed caught up on her. She immediately shook herself out of her lustful haze, closed the door as quietly as she could to not be caught by Kate, before walking, no, sprinting, towards the conference room.

-

Y/N typed quickly on her keyboard to update the report of their meeting, feeling her forehead sweating while she shook her right knee up and down frantically under her desk. Even if on the outside she looked laser-focused on her task, she was actually far from that on the inside. She was freaking out as images she witnessed about two hours ago still plagued her mind, increasing the pressure she felt between her legs and the shame she felt for what she had done and what she was feeling. During the whole meeting Y/N sat in her chair staring into space, replaying Kate’s moans over and over in her head and beating herself up for feeling arousal for everything she witnessed. Am I really crushing on my boss?! That’s- just- too much. I mean yeah, she is hot, not to mention smart and witty and extremely beautiful. But she is my boss!!! Fuck I’m so screwed right now. What do I do? I will pretend it never happened, duh. "Y/N, you’re gonna break that thing in half." Wanda snickered when she returned from the printer and noticed the girl’s harsh typing.

"Sorry- I-."

"It went fucking amazing!" Kate exclaimed as she came out of nowhere and placed her hand on Y/N’s left shoulder, making the girl jump up in her chair as she let out a shriek that almost sounded like a moan, but she was thankful neither Kate nor Wanda noticed as they were too busy laughing at Y/N’s reaction.

"Sorry. You just- scared me." To be completely honest Y/N heard Kate approaching her, she just didn’t expect her to touch her and she jumped up not in fright but because her body almost exploded at her touch.

"Remind me to come up behind you and scare you more often. That was hilarious." Kate admitted as she chuckled heartily and patted her on the shoulder, while Wanda calmed down from her giggles and sat at her desk to finish a few tasks Jane assigned to her.

"Yeah, yeah." Y/N dismissed Kate with a wave of her hand, still trying to calm herself down and get a grip on herself. She was Kate’s assistant. She worked with her every day, all day long. She needed to stop feeling this way towards her boss.

"Oh, are these Tony’s reports?" Y/N nodded at the girl as she avoided her eyes at all costs, fearing she would literally melt under her gaze. She just needed to avoid looking and be near her for a while. But it was proven a really difficult task right away when Kate leaned over her to grab the folder on her desk, causing her left boob to grasp her right arm. When she felt she was about to moan out embarrassingly, Kate straightened up and opened the folder, before sitting on Y/N’s desk as she reviewed the papers in there. Y/N definitely didn’t focus her eyes between Kate’s legs as they were slightly spread- hm no, no- opened in front of her as planted her left foot on the floor to balance herself on the desk, focusing instead on her hand close to Kate’s knee that was itching to touch her, silently communicating with it to not move. If someone knew her inner turmoil, they would’ve found the scene hilarious. "Hm, there’s something not working out in these." Kate admitted in a hum as she skidded her eyes quickly on the words written all over again, "did Tony sent us his device?"

"Yes, Natasha showed it to Shuri before the meeting." Wanda answered when Y/N dumbly opened and closed her mouth without responding, making the redhead stare at her in confusion but also curiosity as she tried to meet her gaze, while Kate stayed focused on the papers in her hands.

"Okay great. This definitely needs an electronic engineer’s review. Y/N, can you go get the device and come into my office? I need your help with this."

"Y-yeah. No problem." Y/N stuttered before taking a long breath, calming her heartbeat down, then immediately sprinting up her chair when Kate sat up from her seating position on Y/N’s desk, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the redhead that made a mental note to ask Y/N what was happening before she could go get the device Kate needed to review.

"Great, I’ll wait you in my office." And with that, Kate walked away without breaking her focus from the papers in her hands, entered her office and closed the door behind her.

"I- I need to go. Are we still up for tonight?"

"Yeah, we will pick you up at 9." Wanda nodded before quickly sitting up from her chair and stopping Y/N as she almost flew to the elevator but Wanda stopped her with a hand on her arm, "Y/N/N, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I’m fine. Why are you asking?" Y/N let out in one quick breath and slapped her forehead inwardly for sounding totally okay.

"What happened?" Wanda asked with worried eyes when she saw conflict appear on Y/N’s face as she debated on telling Wanda what happened a few hours prior or not, in the end deciding to tell her the truth, hoping to at least relieve her nerves and guilt.

"B-before the meeting, I-." Y/N looked around herself to make sure no one was listening to them and almost rolled her eyes when she remembered they were the only occupants of that floor beside Jane and Kate, before continuing, spilling out words as fast as humanly possible, "IsawKatemasturbate."

"I’m sorry, what? Can you repeat? Slower this time. You sounded like my brother on his fourth coffee of the day." Wanda snorted at her own joke as she thought over her brother when he had too much caffeine in his system, but chocked on her saliva when Y/N repeated herself, spelling her words out slowly this time.

"I saw Kate masturbate."

"WHAT?!" Wanda screeched in shock as her eyes widened comically, making Y/N shush her as she frantically looked around them again.

"Shhh!"

"Wha- how?!?!"

"I will explain everything later, I need to go or I won’t finish in time and we will be late for tonight."

"Okay, but I need to know everything!" Y/N nodded and quickly run to the elevator to get the device she will need to review with Kate, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the thought, but tried to calm herself down to be as professional as she could.

-

"Ugh, I don’t understand why it’s not working. Tony wrote that he already started working on a solution on this flaw." Y/N groaned after about three hours of reviewing Tony’s reports on the device with Kate, already feeling her uneasiness leave her as she focused on what she was good at.

"I think we need a break from all of this. We can go to my place. I think we are the only people left in here." Kate stated as she looked out of her office and saw only a few lights still on, the others already been shut off by the guards.

"I- I actually have p-plans. It’s Friday night and-."

"Y/N, you don’t need to reason with me." Kate stopped Y/N before she could start rambling with a small smile on her lips and a soft expression on her features, "we can continue on Monday, it’s fine. Or I could work on it myself during the weekend."

"I- I- hm- do you want to tag along tonight?" Y/N screamed inside at her stupid mouth talking before she could give it permission and tried to frantically explain her totally out of nowhere and especially unprofessional question, "I-I mean this way we can continue talking about the device, o-or not. I mean you- I was just-."

"Y/N, breathe." Kate interrupted Y/N with a warm smile on her lips and placed her hands on her shoulders to help her calm down, "yes."

"I-you- what?" Kate’s hands placement was meant to calm Y/N down, but it was only worsening as she was now freaking out for completely different reasons.

"I said yes. I totally need a night out to get rid of this week’s stress. I didn’t have plans tonight other than staying at home watching TV. It will be fun." Kate shrugged and finally moved her hands off of Y/N, letting Y/N breathe normally again.

"I- great. It will be fun." Y/N repeated with more of a grimace instead of a grin and took another deep breath to prevent her heart to beat out of her ribcage.

"Well then, let’s go. Do you need a ride?"

"No I- will take the bus." Y/N waved Kate off but sighed out a moment later when she checked the time and noticed she missed it by an hour.

"Yeah, I’m sure they are waiting for you to finish working." Kate cracked a joke and snorted at her words, "c’mon. I’ll take you home." Kate sent Y/N a soft smile as she shook her head gently and continued, "let me just grab my things and we can go."

"O-kay. Thank you." Y/N stuttered nervously, watching Kate grab her phone, her car keys and her coat and as she waited, her mind decided to let her remember what she witnessed that same day, her eyes immediately flying to the chair Kate was sat in a few moments prior as her body temperature rose once again.

"Are you ready to go?" Kate pulled Y/N out of her head, grateful she pulled her mind out of the gutter before it could spiral out of control and nodded with a gentle smile.

"Hm, yeah, I just need to take my coat and we can go."

-

"Here we go." Kate parked outside Y/N’s building about 40 minutes later, their car ride surprisingly comfortable as they talked about the device some more alongside with a few things to get to know each other more. "We live close each other." Kate pointed out as she took a look around and recognized that part of the city, not too far from the block her apartment was in.

"Yeah, I know." Y/N smiled at Kate, remembering the night she walked in on Kate fucking a girl and before her mind could spiral out of control again with images of Kate masturbating, she just nodded with a snort, not exactly sure if she could exit the car just yet or wait for Kate’s signal or something like that.

"Hm, listen, since we live close, I can pick you up in an hour so we can meet the others there." Kate suggested after silence fell down in the car, not completely awkward but not exactly comfortable.

Y/N was pretty sure she melted onto Kate’s car’s expensive leather seat at the girl acting shy as she asked her question, a sight Y/N wasn’t used to since she had always watched Kate stand tall and carrying so much confidence at work, "yeah, that would be great. I’ll see you in an hour." Y/N agreed without actually thinking properly, but she couldn’t say no to that pretty face literally begging her to come pick her up, so she just took a mental note to call Wanda as soon as she got home to tell her to meet them at the club.

"Great." The two said goodbye with soft smiles and Kate waited for Y/N to enter her building before speeding away towards her apartment, causing Y/N to literally ask the butterflies in her stomach to stop going crazy at the gesture as she took the elevator to her apartment floor. As soon as Y/N closed her apartment door, she grabbed her phone and dialed Wanda’s number and put her on speaker, meanwhile getting rid of her shoes and discarding her pants and jacket on the couch. The redhead answered after 3 rings right as Y/N took off her blouse too, leaving her with just her bra and underwear on.

"Hello?"

"Hey Wan, I called to tell you, you don’t need to pick me up anymore. I’ll meet you there in an hour and a half."

"Did you buy a car in the last four hours?" Wanda asked amusedly at the girl’s words, snorting at her own joke.

"No, I-." Y/N trailed off to think about the best way to deliver to Wanda the news about Kate joining them at the club without having the girl tease her about it to no end but came up empty-handed, so she just decided to deliver the news right away, just like ripping off a bandaid, and hoped Wanda was on her best behavior, "Kate is picking me up."

"I’m sorry, I think I lost signal for a second. Did I heard Kate is picking you up?"

Y/N sighed out at the girl’s mocking tone as she sat on her bed, pinching the bridge of her nose and getting herself ready for the endless teasing, "yeah, I- I invited her tonight."

"Are you serious?" When Y/N stayed quiet at the question, Wanda gasped in shock, "tell me everything!"

"I will try to summarize everything really quick, I still need to shower and Kate will be here in less than an hour." Y/N purposefully ignored Wanda’s knowing ‘hum’ and continued, "we were working on a few flaws Tony’s device has and she started to get frustrated because we didn’t make any improvement, so she wanted to take a break and asked me to continue at her place, but when I told her I already had plans- Wan you should have seen her face, she was so sad. So I asked her to join us. Then she drove me home, realized we live close and asked me to come pick me up. Again she was so adorably hopeful for me to say yes- so I couldn’t say no to her and here we are."

Wanda stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, a wide smirk making its way on her face as she listened to Y/N, sure Y/N could detect it in her tone, "so when were you gonna tell me you had a crush on our boss?"

"WhAT?!" Y/N screeched as she choked up on her saliva, a blush immediately appearing on her cheeks while her heartbeat increased.

"Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Y/N/N. You like her. I honestly had been having my suspects for about two weeks, but this just confirmed everything. I find it extremely cute."

"No Wan, I don’t have a crush on Kate. Yeah she is hot, extremely smart and-and she carries so much confidence during meetings with misogynous men, making her look so powerful- and she can be so- so effortlessly beautiful- and-." Y/N trailed off to sigh out loud when she noticed she just literally gushed about Kate with Wanda and slapped her forehead when she heard the redhead squeal in excitement.

"Oh my god! You have a crush on Kate! Ah! Okay, now it’s not the time to fangirl. You need to get ready. Put on the sexiest thing you have and if you don’t make a move tonight I will literally slap you in front of her."

"Wan did you gone fucking crazy? I can’t make a move on her."

"Why not?"

"Because I’m her assistant and she is my boss. I will never make a move on her. She will definitely fire me and I need this job. Not to mention I spied on her masturbating this morning!" Y/N reasoned as she massaged her temples to relieve the stress she started feeling in that moment once again. Before going into Kate’s office with the device, Y/N told Wanda everything that happened before the meeting and after enduring Wanda teasing her, she walked into Kate’s office to work on the device’s flaws. She would love for something to happen between her and Kate, but they weren’t in a romantic movie. Nothing will happen between them. She won’t give herself hope to have her heart broken.

"What if she doesn’t fire you? What if she likes you back?" Wanda tried to reason with Y/N too, wanting her friend to find happiness just like she did with Natasha and she had to thank Y/N and Kate for that. So she will do everything in her power to make them happen and make them happy like they did with her and Natasha.

"It won’t happen, Wan."

"What if it will?" Wanda pushed, getting a little bit angry at Y/N dismissing everything like she wasn’t even willing to try.

"It won’t, Wan. I don’t want to get my hopes up. I- I need to go. It’s getting late. I will see you soon, okay?"

Wanda let out a frustrated breath but let the girl be for now, "okay, but please, put something nice. It won’t hurt trying."

"Just admit you want to see me in a sexy dress." Y/N tried to joke to lift up the heavy air that surrounded their call and smiled in relief when the redhead snorted under her breath.

"Keep dreaming, Y/L/N."

With that, the two girls hung up and Y/N sprinted into the shower to get ready as quickly as humanly possible since Kate would be there in 45 minutes.

-

PART 2.

[saebyeokbliss]

JUST MEET ME AT THE APT.— K. SAE-BYEOK

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

synopsis: managing a rising rock band is already chaotic enough, but when you're stuck touring with four reckless musicians, things get even messier. between late-night facetime calls, teasing that feels a little too knowing, and a certain guitarist who might just be your biggest problem, keeping things professional is getting harder by the second. but hey, no one said the music industry was easy.

warnings: mutual pining, intense eye contact, teasing that borders on flirting (or maybe it is flirting), friends who refuse to mind their business, secondhand embarrassment, slow burn that burns, emotional whiplash

playlist: spotify

Things weren’t the same.

Not really.

You, Sae-Byeok, and No-Eul hadn’t been talking like normal. Conversations were shorter, eye contact was avoided, and every interaction felt like stepping carefully around broken glass—trying not to let the sharp edges of what had happened cut too deep.

But in front of Ji-Yeong and Se-Mi, you all pretended.

You forced smiles, Sae-Byeok kept her usual unreadable mask in place, and No-Eul acted like nothing was wrong.

And maybe if you all pretended hard enough, it would start to feel real.

Maybe.

The studio was bright, set up with sleek cameras, soft lighting, and a large couch where the girls were sitting, waiting for the interview to begin. You stood off to the side with the crew, clipboard in hand, but your mind was elsewhere.

It had been days since Sae-Byeok’s rejection, and the hurt still hadn’t settled. The words still echoed—I don’t like you like that.

And No-Eul? She had been distant too, giving you space, but space wasn’t what you needed. You needed answers.

But instead, you were here, watching them get ready to expose each other on camera like nothing was wrong.

The interviewer, a bubbly woman with a bright smile, clapped her hands together. “Alright, HOT DIVISION, welcome! We’re so excited to have you here.”

Ji-Yeong, ever the chaotic one, immediately leaned into the mic. “We’re excited too! Mostly because we get to ruin each other’s reputations today.”

Se-Mi nodded sagely. “It’s what we do best.”

Sae-Byeok smirked slightly but said nothing. No-Eul just hummed in agreement.

The interviewer laughed. “I love the energy already. So, today, we’re playing a little game. We have a bowl of fan-submitted questions, and you’ll take turns picking one and answering as honestly as possible.”

Ji-Yeong gasped. “Honest? Oh, we’re done for.”

Se-Mi grinned. “We were done for the moment we formed this band.”

The first question was drawn, and Ji-Yeong read it aloud.

“Who is the most likely to start a scandal?”

The room erupted in chaos.

Se-Mi immediately pointed at Ji-Yeong. “Her. A thousand percent.”

Ji-Yeong clutched her chest dramatically. “Excuse me?! That’s slander.”

No-Eul, without looking up, muttered, “It’s just facts.”

Sae-Byeok even let out a small scoff, shaking her head.

Ji-Yeong turned to the camera, pouting. “I’m being attacked.”

“No,” Se-Mi corrected, “we’re just acknowledging the truth. You have zero filter and somehow always manage to say the most wild shit in interviews.”

Ji-Yeong huffed. “Fine. But if I ever do start a scandal, at least it’ll be iconic.”

You bit your lip, watching them from the sidelines. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but smile—just a little.

The next question was drawn by No-Eul.

“Who is the biggest flirt?”

Before she could even speak, every single person pointed at Se-Mi.

Se-Mi gasped. “Wow. No hesitation. No discussion.”

Ji-Yeong snorted. “Because it’s you, babe.”

Se-Mi sighed, shaking her head. “Listen, I just like making people feel special.”

No-Eul side-eyed her. “You called the barista at Starbucks ‘angel’ yesterday.”

Se-Mi shrugged. “She deserved it.”

Sae-Byeok finally spoke, voice dry. “You flirt with inanimate objects.”

Se-Mi grinned. “And?”

Ji-Yeong leaned forward. “Tell them about the guitar strap incident.”

“No,” Se-Mi said immediately.

No-Eul smirked. “Oh, we’re telling them.”

Se-Mi groaned, covering her face as Ji-Yeong gleefully explained, “She once called her new guitar strap—and I quote—‘the sexiest piece of leather I’ve ever owned.’”

The interviewer lost it. “Oh my god—”

Se-Mi groaned louder. “WHY ARE YOU EXPOSING ME LIKE THIS?”

Sae-Byeok, deadpan, added, “We have it on video.”

You actually laughed at that.

For a moment, things felt normal.

But then the next question came.

Sae-Byeok picked this one.

She read it, then paused.

Her jaw tightened slightly.

“Who is the most emotionally unavailable?”

Silence.

Then—

Ji-Yeong pointed at No-Eul. “Her.”

Se-Mi nodded. “For sure.”

No-Eul didn’t even argue. Just sipped her water like it was obvious.

The interviewer laughed. “That was fast.”

Se-Mi grinned. “She’s the type to give you the best advice ever but will never take it herself.”

Ji-Yeong added, “Or if she’s stressed, she just disappears for three days and comes back like nothing happened.”

No-Eul shrugged. “That’s just self-care.”

Sae-Byeok, still holding the card, didn’t speak.

You watched her carefully, something unreadable passing over her face.

Then—she put the card down.

No comment.

No joke.

Nothing.

And that was when you realized.

The card might’ve said No-Eul’s name.

But Sae-Byeok was thinking about herself.

You felt your throat tighten, but you forced yourself to look away.

The interview continued, the girls laughing, teasing, exposing each other more and more, but you couldn’t focus anymore.

Because even though you were in the same room—

It still felt like you and Sae-Byeok were standing on opposite sides of a canyon, too far apart to reach.

But some things didn’t change.

No matter how much tension lingered in the air, no matter how much distance stretched between you and Sae-Byeok, there were habits—unspoken, ingrained into the fabric of your lives—that neither of you could shake.

Like how you always ended up sitting next to each other in the van, even though there were other empty seats.

Or how, after every performance, without fail, Sae-Byeok would hand you a water bottle. She never said anything when she did it—never even looked at you, really—but it would always be there, pressed into your palm like clockwork.

Or how, no matter how long the night stretched after an event, after the chaos had settled and the others had gone to sleep, you and Sae-Byeok were always the last two awake.

And tonight was no different.

It was past 2 AM, the hotel suite cloaked in darkness except for the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the window. Ji-Yeong and Se-Mi had long since passed out, sprawled across their beds in the adjoining room, and No-Eul had disappeared into hers without a word.

But you were still awake.

And so was Sae-Byeok.

She sat on the balcony, legs stretched out, back against the railing, a cigarette dangling loosely between her fingers. She wasn’t smoking it—just holding it, watching the city below with that same unreadable expression she always wore.

You stood in the doorway, hesitating.

You could’ve just gone to bed.

You could’ve ignored the fact that you were both here, existing in the same space, trapped in the same silence that neither of you had dared to break for days.

But you didn’t.

Because the silence was too loud.

You stepped onto the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you sat down beside her.

Not too close.

But not far, either.

Sae-Byeok didn’t look at you. Didn’t acknowledge you.

But she didn’t move away.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Just the distant hum of the city below. The occasional flicker of headlights. The quiet rustle of the wind.

And then, finally—

"Why are we still pretending this isn’t happening?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it felt loud in the stillness.

Sae-Byeok’s fingers tightened around the cigarette.

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t move.

But you saw it—the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her jaw clenched, the way her breathing hitched for just a second before settling again.

You swallowed, staring down at your hands. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you murmured, “but at least stop acting like nothing happened.”

Sae-Byeok exhaled sharply through her nose, shaking her head. “You think I’m acting?”

You looked at her then, really looked at her, and something about the way she was staring at the city—like she was searching for something, like she was lost—made your chest ache.

“You won’t even look at me,” you said quietly.

Sae-Byeok finally turned her head.

And for the first time in days, she met your eyes.

The air between you was heavy, thick with everything left unsaid.

Then—her voice, low and rough, barely audible.

“I don’t know how to.”

Your breath caught.

Because that was the most honest thing she had said to you in a long time.

You swallowed, your throat tight. “Why?”

She looked away again, exhaling through her nose. “Because it’s easier this way.”

You frowned. “For who?”

Sae-Byeok didn’t answer.

And you realized—maybe she didn’t even know.

You let out a soft, bitter laugh, shaking your head. “You’re not as good at pushing me away as you think you are.”

Her lips twitched slightly, almost like she wanted to smirk—but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And you’re not as good at letting go as you should be.”

Your stomach twisted.

Because she was right.

You should’ve let go. Should’ve taken her rejection for what it was and moved forward. Should’ve stopped waiting for something in her to change, for her to crack, for her to say something that would make this mess between you make sense.

But you couldn’t.

Not when she still sat beside you in moments like this.

Not when she still looked at you like that.

Not when she was still here.

You took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to stay steady. “So what now?”

Sae-Byeok didn’t answer immediately.

She just sat there, staring at the skyline, her fingers tightening around the cigarette before she finally sighed and set it down beside her.

And then—softly, hesitantly—

“I don’t know.”

It wasn’t the answer you wanted.

But it was the truth.

And for now—

It would have to be enough.

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[tumblingxelian]

I went and did a lil reviewing and its very interesting to look at Lila's situation regarding Catalyst and there's some fun observations to make in a vacuum.

1: This girls room has tons of masks.

I know that isn't a major thing but given what we know of her its like, "So you just wanna shout that you have a complicated relationship with identity is that it?!"

2: Her mom does work at the embassy

On the surface she seems nice enough if maybe very busy given she says she'll "Try" and be back before dinner. One can take Lila growling once she's gone as directed at Ladybug or her mother, or both.

But the dynamic also feels 'weird' & Lila's clearly used to instantly masking whatever she's actually feeling around her.

Assuming a "No child is born super evil" read, I'd say that either she is like Andre in that she can performatively show affection. But is not actually there for their child when they need it. In this case likely having failed Lila at some major interval that left a deep divide.

Or that she's one of those parents who can seem very nice and reasonable but if angered or offended or disgusted react very, very badly. I'd actually say this one feels the most likely given it would contextualize Lila's deceptive habits very neatly.

3: How much did she know?

The question of if Lila was "In on it" or a willing participant in the scheme is interesting. Cos its obvious she didn't know Gabriel's identity. But more to the point, thats he clearly wasn't even expecting Hawk Moth to come for her given she was surprised.

Like there is no one to be performing for here, that is genuine shock.

However, we all see her smirking after Hawk Moth has the Akuma leave her. But its worth noting she wasn't purified, the Butterfly just left. So while its obviously a headcanon I do feel the shift from shock and panic to stoic confidence is weird enough to thin it could mean more than just Lila is the devil.

Also is it just me or do her eyes seem more lifeless?

We do have Gabriel's dialogue to go off:

Hawk Moth: Fly away, my little akuma and evilize the one who's been waiting your return for so long.

But we've also seen him call Chloe his favorite "Victim" and its not exactly uncommon for people taking advantage of others to frame their victim as a willing participant.

With that in mind!

4: Oh they were 100% grooming Lila, yikes

So, we know from season 3 that Gabriel & Nathalie were fine undermining Chloe's mental health to the point of sabotage, gaslighting and hostage taking.

Thus it is perhaps no surprise they were doing the same with Lila.

Don't believe me? They have literal cameras on a fourteen year old and have clearly been keeping her under observation in their own words, for months!

Nathalie: (Hands Gabriel her tablet) Lila has been harboring her rage against Ladybug for months, and today wherever she looks, she'll see the object of her hatred, and as predicted, her anger will reach devastating heights. Your plan is perfect, sir.

But more pointedly is what is not said, or more, what is talked around, see this exchange:

Lila: (scrolls through laptop) Liar! Traitor! Coward! (comes across an interview with Gabriel Agreste and Nadja Chamack) Gabriel: (on the laptop) In honor of the wonderful Ladybug who has saved my son Adrien and myself, and who relentlessly protects all of us everyday, I have financed this tribute to Ladybug. Because Ladybug is the only true hero unlike her mediocre imitations, such as Volpina. Lila: (screams with rage and throws her laptop against a wall) I hate you, Ladybug!

Cue laptop against wall and then crying on the floor, again there is no one to perform for here, this has to be a genuine reaction.

What stands out to me is Lila's choice of words: Liar! Traitor! Coward!

If she was just angry he praised Ladybug & insulted Volpina these words don't make any sense. But they make a ton of sense if Gabriel or someone representing her contacted Lila about her time as Volpina.

(It does not seem Paris is aware she was an Akuma)

Likely telling her about Heroes' Day or otherwise framing themselves as very interested and impressed with Volpina saving Paris from that meteor. Only so they could have Gabriel twist the knife in on an interview.

Conclusion:

That's just an assumption but if not, why not call Gabriel a jerk and a fool or something, traitor and coward have very specific connotations that don't make sense unless she'd been led to believe Gabriel thought highly of Volpina,

Hell, how would they even know she'd find the interview unless she knew to look for it?

Yes yes, story contrivances, but if we want to base out logic in universe, Nathalie & Gabriel preyed again on an isolated and to one degree or another neglected as well as troubled child. Fed into her many issues, likely helping foster her isolation & resentments, just to betray and humiliate her for the purpose of using her as a weapon.

That is deeply fucked up, especially when you consider that they were spying on her and she has no idea any of this is happening!

All in all, I think its quite reasonable to read Lila as a fourteen year old taken advantage of and steadily warped by adults' who were using her for their own gain as opposed to someone just born evil.

[woodbrook-wanderer]

🦆 Lurching To Spring : A Post-A Day to Rite Of Spring 🦆 [12-21/30]

BENEATH THE TREES WHERE NOBODY SEES THROUGH QUEER LENSES: A special dissection of color in Woodbrook

Happy Pride Month, everyone. To celebrate the last day of June, today would be a perfect day to talk about BTTWNS' queercoding of its characters and world. As much as it bothers me how shallow the explainations on BTTWNS' worldbuilding can be canonically, I do not believe that they were written to be harmful, deceptive, or to mislead queer readers from its text. The busy town of Woodbrook and Samantha Strong are meant to be read as a mature storybook or bedtime story, yet many readers and I have an itch to explore more than meets the eye.

HORVATH'S THOUGHTS ON SAM & GENDER/SEXUALITY

In the Instagram May 1st BTTWNS AMA, Horvath was asked about if Sam's gender (masculine) presentation was a conscious decision for the story. He was also informed about the headcanon of her being a Butch Lesbian. The question and headcanon was denied credibility with the following statements:

PH: "So when I was putting Samantha together I definitely wanted her to be female. [...] I don't know, I just didn't want to see another male serial killer and that's not interesting to me."

PH: "Also, she's definitely masculine presenting and I feel like ultimately I don't think she's attracted....I don't think she's a lesbian. In the traditional sense of being into other females. [...] I don't think she's attracted to other beings. I think she's attracted to like...killing."

PH: "...That's how her brain works. She has no...she has no emotional connection to anyone. And that's just not the way she works."

PH: "So in terms of being masculine presenting it felt like, my main way I thought about it was her drab is very utilitarian. And so a lot of male clothing has a ton of pockets, it's very comfortable, that was a lot of the thinking I had behind it."

So to summarize: she was always planned to be a woman, she wears masculine clothes because they're utilitarian, and again, Sam would not fit under any sexuality because she doesn't have the emotional capacity to connect or love others. I am disappointed with these answers and although I did expect that Sam was highly likely NOT lesbian, the reasoning behind her masculine presentation is missing a lot of the depth the text presents us with. Even if it is not canon, I and others still believe or headcanon Sam as being lesbian or aroace because of the context clues one could weave together to come to such a conclusion.

Sam & the concept of love revisited:

Now for a sentimental question… Did Lola truly mean nothing to Sam or is she just lying to both herself and to us the audience? Is Sam truly a reliable narrator, because most serial killers tend not to be?

Horvath: It’s fair to say that she’s definitely not a reliable narrator. She may think she’s relating what she considers to be an objective view point, but it’s very much problematic. And yeah, when it comes to Lola and all the rest, I don’t think Sam has any capacity for emotional connection. She’s just not wired for it. She understands it intellectually, but she’ll never know what that means. I think for Sam, her relationship to Lola (and some select few other folks in Woodbrook) was completely for its social appearance and benefit. The key to Sam being able to hide in plain sight is for everyone to think they know her (which was something that I obviously dove into in a broader sense with other characters throughout the issues). It felt like she’d do just about anything to paint the picture that she was one of the upstanding pillars of the community that they all assume her to be.

This is the answer you will encounter every time Horvath is asked whether Sam would find an exception or even feel love at all. It's stated in multiple interviews, in the AMA, and you are supposed to accept this as it's presented in the text itself. However! It's also important to remember that Sam is confirmed to have ASPD. When it comes to defining love, empathy, or feelings in relation to a person who has this PD, it is unfortunately very easy to simply chop it up to "oh, they don't feel such a thing, they're manipulators." because of the behaviors the person may display and because of representation such as this. Again, let's remember that Sam is written as such to avoid making her too sympathetic or giving her too much grace as a serial killer- and while it is hard to strike a balance between clearly condemning their actions but giving them some humanity, Patrick Horvath's writing is enough to make her sympathetic enough while leaving open all her wounds. Even so this black and white simplification of her feelings towards love is incorrect when examined in the text.

Sam does value the people in her life. She finds comfort in seeing them be a part of her routine, appreciates their efforts to include her into their families, and in return, she gives back the best she could. A small bit of altruism and understanding the sentimentality behind what they value even if they don't strike as important to her.

This might also be read as Sam easily replacing the lost characters in her set (ex. Charlie), but it's always striked me as sweet how she considers hiring Lewis instead of another young adult or person in Woodbrook to be her assistant. Of course she probably didn't immediately suggest it but still, even if she does not love the way neurotypical people see it- or how Woodbrook, a fairly conservative town in the 1980s-90s, defines love. She's still doing things in her best interest but weaves her friends' needs into her own plans.

Then AGAIN, this is Sam we're talking about. The pagan lady who talks to bears and sees herself as a wild bear. A wild animal. A snake cannot feel love emotionally but will remember the feeling of safety with a handler. Sam knows what love is intellectually and feels love when Lola was still around. Love to her is about belonging: belonging to, belonging with, and owning. The problem is that she can't differentiate- but how can you do that when on top of not getting the adequate help for your mental illnesses, being beleaguered in town, and not having a choice in your own family. Sam has been forced to be Woodbrook's definition of Good, and all that's to say is that Sam knows what love is. It's a force. A wild, wild storm and a push.

Where does she belong?

Sexuality Dissection: AroAce!Sam

I can see why this is the immediate conclusion one can come to after reading the interview excerpts, skimming through the issues, and paying attention to the end of the Curare scene. Sam isn't at all interested in having a family or seeking romantic relationships with anybody in town. She also quickly turns down Otto's advances during their camping trip in '62. Woodbrook folk do see this as odd (Lola questions this in the goggles scene wondering if Sam would be fine without any of the traditional trimmings of womanhood)- but as we see, she's very much well and happy on her own! The discussion on Sam and love above still applies platonically.

Sexuality Discussion: Lesbian!Sam

This headcanon has a lot of layers to unravel to justify, but as a lesbian, I feel that Sam is one because it feels right- because it aligns with a lot of what she desires and because it is a reinforcement of her identity as a boar. Sam isn't explicitly shown to have any sexual or romantic attraction to women but she has this fixation on feminine women in particular. She studies them, toys with them, and speaks either damningly and glowingly of them. The first woman we can connect her lesbianism to is Lola. The kind of language she assigns to her friend- almost denying such affection she openly gives her while also enjoying feeling belonged with Lola as seen in the dinner scene sounds almost like a self depricating jab to Lola for accepting her as she is, warts and all.

The disease running through her brain is slowly withering her body away. My only friend.

Sam has this pattern of speaking of feminine women in a flowery but also scolding dialect for having the capacity to love so openly and love so freely the way she can't be nuturing and gentle as Woodbrook expects of her womanhood. This is why women like Melody seem to dance in her thoughts as a figure she doesn't want to be, but also just out of fascination for how long they can hold out being good without needing to satisfy a hunger...maybe she wishes she could also be as good, but for all she knows, she's fascinated by feminine women amd their ability to love unlike her.

So it comes as a shock when Melody Davis is a potential suspect.

Can you spot the monster? Could be your friend. Could be your neighbor. Could be the butcher...whose dead husband may not actually be buried in the ground. Who's to say?

But with a feminine woman like Cherry, who as we've discussed is Sam if Sam decided to be Woodbrook's definition of Good, Sam still holds fascination in pushing her buttons and spreading her thin. Like a lion toying with his food, she enjoys seeing women she can hold some power over even if they might be at similar wave lengths in intensity struggle to comprehend that it's like a game to her. But feminine women are all the same to her, she likes the idea that she could do more and be more being a boar whereas presenting like a sow like the rest of them places an extra weight of pressure- the need to be good twice the boulder than she remembers carrying.

Then comes the motif of lavender flowers. We can connect their presence in the story as what it's commonly known for- relaxation and soothing. Woodbrook is an idyll of peace and serenity so the flower is a perfect symbol for the town. But did you know lavenders are also symbols of lesbian love? Lavenders are also a symbol for lesbians who are excluded from the feminist movement in the 1970s. The term lavender menace was used by Betty Friedan calling lesbians a threat to the feminist movement.

Sam's lesbianism is also connected to her gender presentation as a butch/hypermasculine woman. This would also make her a father figure in Nigel's life, and contributed to his dependence on her and Lola to coddle him like a true family.

Then, we have the hints and nudges of Sam and Monica developing a friendship or a relationship in Rite Of Spring which according to this blurb suggests pent up emotional tension. It also plays along with the butch-femme dynamic Sam fixates on!

Sam being masc DOES matter to BTTWNS' narrative:

I discussed in the past how Sam's gender and presentation does matter to the narrative. Had she been a man, it would be quite hard to imagine why Nigel would've challenged him because he is a true boar. Yet where we are, Sam takes up being a boar as part of her identity but not completely all of it. She knows and reaps the benefits of her womanhood but feels more comfortable being masculine. Sam takes inspiration from nature to dictate her routine, her actions, her behavior, and the reassurance that she is just as powerful or as worthy as they are. She may just see men's clothing as utilitarian and more comfortable than women's wear, but having that desire to look masculine and to sport the same haircut as her grandfather shows us that the intent had always stuck at the back of her mind before killing Otto and taking his clothes. But even as a masc, she is still very distinctly feminine. On my discussion on Sam's gender, people had pointed out that her methods are neat and clean, focusing more on a "reverse building" or "packing away" method of killing her prey.

Unlike wild boars who assert their dominance by popping their jaws, marking their scent with urine or feces or blood, Sam adapts the strength and the confidence of a dominant male, but keeps herself and her tracks clean. Spraying crap everywhere to assert dominance sounds more like a Nigel thing to me than anything.

Sam as a transgender allegory:

If anything, I hope this thread at least establishes that Sam desires one thing- control. Control over how folk feel about her, control over feminine women she's interested in, control over the story, but especially her own presentation. Gender and sexuality talk aside, Sam is desperate to be seen as a person who could juggle and hold her life neatly together. She was expected to give up her other ambitions for the shop and never really given any choice to want for anything more. Then again, she'll do anything to be that pillar of good when she has no other choice to be anything else.

But Sam isn't good. This isn't how she feels or wants to feel. She knows within her the need to control something and everything in her life is still so strong that it extends into controlling the body. Modifying it. Taking it apart to observe and switch around. All the pieces seemed to click, but not in her. Not yet.

So she searches and wanders, dissecting and puzzling, bodies are like a collage until they become a mannequin for her to copy and style. Still, they are buried inside her. Repressed. Repressed. Repressed.

The thing is, Sam is never honest even with herself but the sound of a distant circus has faded from the lietmotif. It's silent and acoustic as she thinks of herself if this rearranging is good for her or if it is wake up call to abandon her ambitions playing god.

But this is her. She can't explain it somehow but this body, and the nature within it that emerges, well..

It's always been inside of her.

BTTWNS is as queer as it gets, and I'm grateful to have a comic to dissect so thoroughly like this. Happy Pride, Woodbrook.

[callixpene]

L&DS Future Lifetime Series - PART 2: SECOND CONVERGENCE

Note: Starting from Part 2, some or all of the Love Interest's perspectives will be meshed together.

MASTERLIST for Part 1 is here(In case you haven't read it): ALL LIs - PART 1: WE MEET AGAIN

The previous fic to this one is here: XAVIER & SYLUS POV - PART 2: FIRST CONVERGENCE

The next fic to this one is here: XAVIER & SYLUS POV - PART 2: THIRD CONVERGENCE

RAFAYEL, ZAYNE & CALEB POV - PART 2: SECOND CONVERGENCE

Rafayel X OC. Zayne X OC. Caleb X OC

Set in Future Timeline. All Love Interests have no memories of their past lives. All of the MCs(5 Sisters) all have memories of their past lives. Very persistent LIs. Avoidant MCs. Love at first sight. Soulmates.

Genre: Fluff. Some Angst

Caleb was determined.

In fact, this was the most determined he'd been in his entire life, he thought as he walked into Nexus' main building.

He had officially resigned from the Deepspace Aviation Administration.

Everyone at DAA was shocked. But when Caleb told all of them the excuse he made up: That he wanted to build a career in Aerospace Engineering,(which he double-majored with Aviation back at Aerospace Academy) since he felt like he was getting stagnant, with the DAA not having much going on a lot of the time.

Everyone totally bought his excuse, to Caleb's amusement, and his resignation was promptly approved.

Then, he immediately submitted another application to Nexus. This time, for the position of Aerospace Engineer.

Now, he was scheduled to be interviewed by none other than Steven Kingsley himself, who was going to assess if he was fit for the role.

He was already Nexus' private pilot, but since the family members seldomly travel, he felt as if the role wasn't crucial enough for Mr. Kingsley to be impressed with him.

If he were to be accepted as an Aerospace Engineer, and helped Nexus achieve greater heights in the field of aircraft and spacecraft technology, then Steven Kingsley would definitely have to acknowledge him.

Then, when he finally achieves that, he could be with Lilian. And Mr. Kingsley would have no objections.

He approached the receptionist.

"Hello there." Caleb smiled at her. "I'm Caleb. I have an interview with Mr. Kingsley scheduled today."

The receptionist faced him. "Yes Mr. Caleb, however...." She paused. "Mr. Kingsley is in a meeting right now with two extremely important guests. I'm afraid we're going to have to reschedule your interview."

Caleb's face fell.

No. This can't be. He wanted to secure the position. Now.

"Maybe the meeting's almost over? I can wait, it's no problem."

"I'm sorry Sir. They've only just started. Oh, but don't worry! We'll send you an email for the new schedule."

Realizing there wasn't anything he could do, Caleb's shoulders slumped.

"Okay. I understand. Thank you."

He was more than a little upset.

Mr. Kingsley was a really, really busy man.

He thought he lucked out when he immediately got an interview with him scheduled.

When was he going to be available again?

He sat at the receiving area. Contemplating.

OK. Plan B.

He was going to see Lilian, then befriend her. That way, they could be together when they hung out, and surely no one would question that, right?

"Caleb?"

Wait. That voice.

Caleb swiftly lifted his head to confirm if it was indeed who he thought it was.

"Zayne?!" Caleb exclaimed. "Hi bro! I haven't seen you in a long time."

Zayne just smiled slightly in response.

Zayne was Caleb's friend back in high school.

Caleb was the sporty and loud kid back then and Zayne was the quiet, calm kid.

Both of them were at the top of their classes.

"Hi Caleb. I didn't expect to see you here. What are you doing here at Nexus?"

"I'm the Kingsley family's private pilot. What about you?"

Then, Caleb noticed Zayne was holding a bouquet of jasmines. "What's with the flowers?"

Zayne looked to the side. His face was flushed.

Caleb immediately clocked in what was going on.

"Oh....I see! You're dating someone here aren't you?" Caleb chuckled. "Back then, you didn't even speak with any of the girls at school. It's good to see you got yourself a girlfriend now."

"She's not my girlfriend....yet." Zayne replied.

"Oh. So you're still courting her? Well you're in luck, today! I happen to be free for the rest of the day, and if you need any help chasing after this girl, I've got your back." Caleb paused, then asked. "So, who is the lucky girl, anyway?"

"She's a bit hard to reach, but I'm going to do my best to be with her." Zayne said, earnestly. "She's Steven Kingsley's daughter."

Caleb's cheerful expression dissolved in an instant.

His entire body tensed.

Zayne was here, for Mr. Kingsley's daughter?

Lilian...

Then, without thinking, he grabbed Zayne by the collar, causing him to drop the bouquet he was carrying onto the floor.

"Which one?" Caleb said, anxiously. "Which daughter are you here for?"

It had better not be Lilian.

She was his.

Zayne pushed him forcibly. Causing Caleb to stagger back a bit. "What the heck has gotten into you all of a sudden?" Zayne said, voiced raised.

"Answer me!" Caleb pressed. "Which one of Steven Kingsley's daughters are you here for?"

Zayne paused for a bit, then said, "I'm here for Jasmine. Jasmine Kingsley."

Zayne fixed his collar, picked up his bouquet, shot Caleb a glare, and walked away.

Jasmine. Not his Lilian.

GOOD. Caleb smiled to himself, relief washing over him.

Then, upon realizing what had happened, he chased after Zayne.

"Zayne wait, I'm sorry man!" He put his hand on Zayne's shoulder, which Zayne immediately smacked away.

Caleb raised both of his hands slightly to signal he wasn't looking for a fight. "Look man, I'm REALLY sorry. I thought - I thought you were here for Lilian."

Zayne raised an eyebrow. "No. Who even is that?"

"She's also one of Mr. Kingsley's daughters. I panicked and thought you were here for her." Caleb paused. "She.....she isn't my girlfriend yet either. And, it's a bit difficult for me, since you know, I'm working for her father and all. So, I'm doing my best to climb up the company ladder, to get Mr. Kingsley to acknowledge me. Then, when I finally ask Lilian out, he would be okay with it." Caleb said, earnestly. His palm was at his nape, and his face was flushed as he spoke.

Zayne glanced at his face.

Caleb was clearly head over heels for this Lilian, he thought.

Zayne sighed. After hearing that, he could definitely sympathize with the situation he was in.

"Fine then. But don't pull a stunt like that again." Zayne said, and smiled at him to let him know they were good now.

"Thanks bro." Caleb smiled back at him.

"Now how about we go find your Jasmine-."

"I need to see Nerissa Kingsley, NOW."

Both Zayne and Caleb turned their heads to see where the stern voice had come from.

A purple-haired man, dressed head to toe in designer clothing, was talking to the receptionist, who looked nervous.

"I'm terribly sorry Sir, but if you don't have an appointment scheduled with Miss Nerissa, we can't let you meet her. But to help you, I can call her right now to tell her you're here to see her for urgent business, may I have your name so I can let her know-"

"No! Don't tell her my name!" The purple-haired man exclaimed. "She definitely won't want to see me then...."

The poor receptionist stopped in her tracks. Clearly she was lost and didn't know what to do.

Caleb and Zayne strode towards them.

"Look man, don't give the lady a hard time." Caleb started. "She's just doing her job."

The purple-haired man sneered at Caleb. "My name's Rafayel not 'man', and you should go back to minding your own business." He crossed his arms.

"Well, Rafayel." It was Zayne who spoke this time. "Like the receptionist said, since you don't have an appointment, why don't you have her call her boss then?"

This was actually what Zayne was planning to do, he was certain Jasmine wasn't going to turn him away.

Rafayel rubbed his temples. "I told you, if she finds out I'm the one meeting her, she isn't gonna show up-"

"Goodness gracious."

Caleb, Zayne and Rafayel all turned towards where the voice had come from.

All of their eyes widened in surprise.

It was Mr. Steven Kingsley.

Mr. Kingsley pinched the tip of his nose bridge in exasperation.

Behind him, there were two other men. A blonde man with blue eyes dressed in a lavish white suit. The other man had white hair, striking red eyes, and he was dressed in an all black suit.

"I didn't expect all of you to come here at the same time, but here we are." Mr. Kingsley started, then, he pointed his finger at Caleb, Rafayel and Zayne.

"The three of you, please come to my office. Now."

I hope you all enjoyed Part 2: Second Convergence 🫶

This is the first meeting of Caleb, Zayne and Rafayel😁

I will do my best to have Part 2: Third Convergence be posted within this week🥹 That one will have the perspectives of all the LIs😁

Thanks so much for reading!!!

Please tell me your thoughts about this series so far in the comments, it will be highly appreciated💜🩵🩷❤️🧡

[bachissidehoe]

look at the mess you made - itoshi s.

chapter 3 of 7 of the blue lock band series. chapter 1. chapter 2. chapter 4. chapter 5. chapter 6. chapter 7.

synopsis: y/n struggles to leave some of the bands' post-concert parties without the help from one of the members, but surprisingly, drummer itoshi sae is the only one around to provide her an excuse. even though she knows sae the least out of the band members, she'll still let him walk her back to her room...

warnings: smut; penetration; riding; degradation; facial; scratching; fem reader; minors DNI

disclaimer: all songs referenced are credited to THE DEEP END

w.c. 3.2k

The life of Blue Lock’s professional journalist involves awkward hours consisting of interviewing the boys, watching and taking notes on their shows, frequently meeting with Reo and Bachira to proofread articles and social media posts, and setting up discussions with potential sponsors. And so far, it’s been fantastic. Their past 3 shows have completely sold out and she’s only been working with them for a month. But it can also be exhausting, so when she gets the opportunity to wind down, she takes it. 

Tonight, however, is not one of those nights. 

“Another, miss?” 

“Let me buy it for you, gorgeous!” 

“Come dance with me.” 

The sounds of semi-important people connected to the band somehow. Rich people who sponsor them, engineers who worked the show, their families. It’s a frequent occurrence, these parties that take place after a show. It’s important that these events are good so they continue to get sponsorships, or at least that’s what Reo says. But anymore, it just seems like a festival of horny old rich dudes who ogle y/n like she’s an object for their use. She can’t even count the amount of excuses she’s had to come up with to avoid making a random guy mad that she won’t fuck him. 

“Sorry, I have to-” She stops, realizing none of her usual excuses are here. Usually, nobody will question it if she has to “ask Isagi a question” or “go over something with Mikage”. But both of them, in fact most of the band, seems to have left already. She can feel her blood start to boil, knowing that more than likely, Isagi’s found another random girl to fuck. It shouldn’t still bother her, considering she still lets him rail her whenever he sees fit, but she’s a little tipsy so she can’t help it. 

“What do you have to do sweetheart? Going somewhere?” An arm is suddenly wrapped around her shoulders, trapping her from going any further. 

“Yeah, what’s wrong? Have another guy you’re supposed to meet up with?” Another man slurs. They’re clearly drunk, and it doesn’t help that maybe y/n herself had one too many drinks, making it harder for her to think on her feet. 

She scans the bar, her eyes slightly blurred, looking for anyone she recognizes who might be able to help her out of this. 

“Goodnight y/n~” A familiar voice calls to her, halfway out the door. 

No, don’t leave. 

“Chigiri.” She says. Not loud enough. “Chigiri.” She tries again, but he’s also pretty drunk and stumbling. He might not be able to help her either. “Hyoma!” She says. 

“What’s it? Prrrretty girl~” He turns around, stumbling back through the door. “Who are youuu?” He turns his attention to the man holding onto her. “I don’t think she likes you, right y/n? She likes meeeee~” He giggles, hiccuping as he catches his balance on one of the bar tables next to them. 

“Well she’s with me tonight Chigiri Hyoma, hope you don’t mind.” The man smirks. For the life of y/n, she can’t remember his name. Some sponsor, some business owner, something like that. She’d get a serious talking to from Reo if she pisses him off. 

“Well I do~ mind.” He giggles again. “Y/n, when am I gonna get to fuck you? Like Isagi and such?” 

Y/n nearly falls over, and not because she’s slightly drunk. Why would he say that in front of these guys? Clearly he’s lost it. This doesn’t help her at all, it actually might make it worse. 

“Um, uh if you see the chance take it.” She rushes through her words, her eyes darting around again, looking for a way out. 

“Y/n! With Chigiri Hyoma!” 

“Oh no.” She mumbles, as another familiar voice enters the conversation- if this interaction can even be called a conversation. 

“Aiku!” Chigiri throws his arm around him like they’re best friends. It’s not like they’re not friends, but definitely not the type to hang over each other the way they are now. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like Oliver is sober enough to help her either. 

Oliver Aiku, the lead singer of Blue Lock’s opener, Ubers- also consisting of lead guitarist Aryu Jyubei, bassist Niko Ikki, and drummer Barou Shouei. As if the misfortune is following l/n y/n tonight, none of the other members of Ubers are around either. Just Oliver, the known fuckboy, who’s even more drunk than Chigiri. 

“Y/n, are we all taking you upstairs or what?” Oliver jokes, nudging Chigiri and the other man who still hasn’t stopped touching her. 

“That would be lovely.” The man grips y/n’s shoulder tighter, which honestly seems to sober her up quite a bit. That doesn’t sound lovely, it sounds awful. 

“Alright, that’s enough. Y/n, help me take these guys back to their rooms.” A new voice, a deep, monotone, unbothered voice. A voice that doesn’t sound drunk at all. 

“Sae!” She practically leaps for joy, meeting his striking teal eyes. 

“Let’s go. You’re pretty sober now, I could use your help with these two.” He places his hand on her shoulder. “If you’ll excuse me.” He nearly growls, dusting the man’s hand off her like it’s a bug he’s grossed out by.

Y/n breathes a sigh of relief, finally stepping out of the unfamiliar man’s grasp. 

“Have a good night sir, I have to help out with these two, thank you for coming!” She exclaims frantically, a nervous smile plastered across her face as she loops Chigiri’s hand over her shoulders. 

“This mean we’re fuckin’?” Chigiri slurs through his words, his eyes droopy as he uses y/n’s shoulder for support. 

“Why are you so fuckin’ heavy?” Sae groans, holding Oliver upright as they finally make their way out of the bar and begin the short walk across the street to the hotel. “Where’s Hyo’s room key?” Sae barks. 

“Are we fuckin’ Sae too?” Chigiri giggles. 

“You’re not fucking anything.” Sae sneers. 

“Hah! Fuckin’ virgin!” Oliver cackles, nearly slipping out of Sae’s grasp, but Sae grips harder, practically digging his nails into him to prevent him from falling onto the hard pavement. 

“Am not!” Chigiri argues. “Y/n told me when I see the chance, I should take it. Look see, she’s touchin’ me~ she wants me so bad hm~” 

“Ah, found it.” Y/n pulls her hand out of Chigiri’s pocket, pulling out his hotel room card.

“Found Oliver’s too.” Sae holds it up, looking for the room number.

Luckily, they’re on the same floor, making it easy enough to locate their rooms and put the drunk idiots to bed. It’s always someone who overdoes it, and after the long stretch of shows the boys have had, they probably deserve it too. 

Y/n sighs, leaning against the outside of Chigiri’s hotel room door and sliding down. She could fall asleep here, really. But she’ll take having to walk a drunk Chigiri home over having to fuck an ugly old guy any day of the week.

“You feeling okay, y/n?” She suddenly notices Sae standing in front of her, staring down at her pathetic looking figure. He sounds less than concerned, almost like he’s attempting to sound like he gives a fuck. It’s not necessarily working. 

Sae is the one y/n could say she knows the least out of the Blue Lock band members. He��s rude, stand-offish, and never seems like he wants to be there. Though he enjoys being part of the band, his attitude tends to spark conflict with potential sponsors and collaborators, leading to quite a few conversations between him and Reo about acting nice for a change. 

The drummer was a music prodigy as a child, having articles written about him, news stories done on him, and a number of fans even as an elementary school kid. He would frequently play shows as a guitarist with his younger brother Rin on bass, and it wasn’t until he went to study music at only 12 years old that he decided he’d become a drummer instead. 

“I’m fine, just resting for a sec.” She answers, forcing herself to her feet. 

Surprisingly, Sae grabs her arm, helping her stand. 

“I’m not drunk anymore.” She chuckles, referring to his hand tightly gripping her forearm.

“I know.” He says. “Where’s your room?” 

“Floor 10.” She answers. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Sure, but I’ll walk you back there.” 

Y/n stays silent, unsure of how to respond to a gesture like that. It seems reasonable enough, a guy wanting to walk a girl back to her room, especially after saving her from a potential harassment situation just an hour or so ago. But for Sae, it’s definitely a bit abnormal. He’s not usually one to take interest in protecting her, or anyone else for that matter. 

“What?” He asks, clearly noticing y/n’s change in demeanor. 

“Oh, nothing, I just didn’t expect you to wanna do that.” She says calmly as they begin their walk down the long hallway. 

“Why not?”

“What is this, 20 questions? I dunno, you just don’t seem like the type.”

“And you don’t seem like the type to be fucking Isagi every chance you get but here we are.” He fires back, clearly not the sudden nice guy y/n thought he turned into. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She tugs her arm away, indicating that not only can she walk by herself, she’s also slightly annoyed.

“You’re awfully attached to him, considering he couldn’t care less about you. That’s all.” 

“Isa- Yoichi cares about me.” She argues.

“Sure, as a person, as a friend maybe. But not how you want him to.” 

“Who are you to tell me how he feels? Or even how I feel?” She stutters, feeling the tears welling already. Maybe she’s not as sober as she thought. 

Bachira said the same thing to her weeks ago now. And she still went back. She still hung onto the idea that maybe he was just using those girls to purposely make her jealous. She still convinced herself that Isagi Yoichi was- is- in love with her. And she still let him take from her whatever he wanted. 

“I’m just observing.” He shrugs.

“Don’t you have to go find some girl to fuck? Like Isagi and Nagi and them almost every night?” She spits. It’s not a good comeback, but she can’t think of anything that’ll get under his skin. She’s too tired for an argument with Itoshi Sae. 

Sae just chuckles. 

He’s a complicated one, for sure. He definitely doesn’t bring girls around as much as the other band members, except for his brother Rin, who does so even less. But still, he does occasionally, and never discusses it. In fact, Sae doesn’t discuss much at all. He’s the one who wrote one of their first songs “Look at the Mess You Made”, and insists it stays on their setlist, but y/n has no idea what makes him so attached to that song out of all of them. She’d love to know more, if she wasn’t so pissed at him she’d want to ask him some questions, get inside the mind of Itoshi Sae.

“How drunk are you?” Sae asks, pressing the button on the elevator. 

“I’m not drunk anymore.” She places a hand on her hip as if he was accusing her, stepping inside the elevator as the doors swing open. 

“Good.” He says, following her and watching the doors begin to close, his teal eyes peering to the side. Suddenly, y/n feels uneasy under his gaze- or maybe something different- somewhat aroused?

She doesn’t have time to analyze it further. The split second the doors shut, Sae has her pinned against the wall, his lips feverishly slamming into hers. She can’t react, she can’t tell her body how to handle this situation. His lips are already on hers. And she finds herself letting her eyes flutter shut, meeting each sporadic movement of his soft, pink lips with her own, letting her body go limp under his rough touch. His tongue slips and slides against hers, and she lets him too, making room for him to explore the insides of her mouth. 

She can only manage quick breaths, most of which turn to soft moans. He’s so harsh, so intense with his kiss, it’s nearly desperate. One of his hands remains pressed to the wall to hold her in, the other softly yet threateningly cups her cheek, the cold pads of his fingers pressing against her soft skin as if he’s holding back from breaking her neck. 

Every movement Sae makes is soft and smooth, riddled with an aura of sexual experience y/n would never guess he had. It’s so calculated, the way his tongue moves against hers isn’t forceful, but isn’t submissive either. She wants more of him, she wants to know how he moves, where his hands will go next, what positions he’ll put her in. She finds her hands traveling to his hips, a single finger dipping under his shirt to feel the softness of his muscular skin-

Ding.

And the elevator opens, forcing the two apart, with Sae suddenly standing at the door of the elevator to lead her out. 

They remain silent as well, y/n due to being completely stunned, and Sae due to pure smugness for pulling it off at all. He can read every emotion on her face, and most of them are horny. 

“This, um, this is my room.” She says quietly, awkwardly. It’s not that she didn’t like it, she actually wants more. But it came out of nowhere, she doesn’t even know Sae’s intentions. 

Sae stops, saying nothing as she unlocks the door. 

But she keeps going back to Isagi, doesn’t she? Even after Bachira arguably fucked her better, even after knowing he doesn’t intend to fall for her, date her, or even view her as anything other than a little fuck toy whenever he wants it. Maybe knowing the intentions makes it worse. Maybe this situation is exactly-

“Alright, night.” Sae turns around as y/n walks through the door of her dark hotel room. 

No, no. She shouldn’t. She doesn’t need any more of this. She doesn’t need to make this mess worse than it already is. 

“Wait-” She stops him, her body’s needs overpowering her logical side. 

“What’s that?” Sae turns around, a smug smirk plastered across his gorgeous face, his lips still plumped from kissing her just moments ago. 

She doesn’t say more, she doesn’t need to, instead grabbing him by the hand and pulling him through the door. 

Y/n feels like she blacks out for a while, kissing him like she’s been desperate for him for years, touching his body and giving him access to everything he wants of hers. By the time she comes back to her senses, his cock is stuffed deep in her soaked pussy, squelching noises echoing around the room as she bounces on him. It’s hard and fast, her hands pressed to his chest, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her up and down on his thick cock. 

Her legs already burn, but it doesn’t matter. She’s determined to ride him all night if she has to. She never thought it would be Sae out of all of them, she never thought she’d stare down at him, his eyes snapped shut and his auburn hair messily sticking to his forehead, short moans leaving his lips as she fucks herself on his cock. 

He’s so quiet, restricting himself to heavy breaths instead of speaking aloud. He doesn’t need to speak or tell her to go harder or compliment her- the way his body moves is enough to motivate her. How his cock twitches inside her as her walls hug him, how his chest rises and falls every time her hips crash down on him, how his hands squeeze tightly at her hips as if he wants to poke through to the other side. 

“S’good Sae.” Y/n restricts her vocals as well, but her shaking body hurdles closer to her orgasm with every movement. She leans forward on him, her lips nearly touching his as she bounces her ass on him, grinding into his cock so it hits the right spot to bring her closer. Her breath tickles his lips, his tongue, his nose- he loses himself for a moment, kissing her weakly, licking the drool off her lips. “So close~” She whines, pressing her clit into him, creating the last bit of friction she needs to drive her over the edge. 

“F-fuck~” Sae curses, his muscles tightening as he feels her pussy squeeze him in through her orgasm, his cock feeling every sensation of her wetness surrounding him like he’s drowning in it. Maybe he wishes he was. 

Y/n shakes, her body already burnt out from fucking him so hard, and she collapses on top of him, her muscles completely giving out. 

“Not done.” Sae groans, wrapping his arms around her limp body and swiftly flipping her on her back, her tits bouncing beautifully as she looks up at him, dazed and sensitive. 

He plunges back into her, feeling her warmth surround him once again, fitting snugly inside. In just a short second, Sae goes from being ridden like a dildo to fucking y/n like she’s the toy, rutting into her with a strength and speed that can only be described as godly, a beautiful destruction. 

Suddenly, Sae’s the only one who’s silent, with y/n completely unable to control the whimpers and curses that escape her into his awaiting ears, just motivating him to fuck her harder. She pushes at his chest, her weak hands pressing his skin and running through his hair, desperately clawing at him like she can’t decide if she wants him to stop or go harder. 

She sings his name like she’s praying to him, her rhythm matching with his deep thrusts, his experienced hands gripping at her tits. The overstimulation becomes too much, embarrassingly much, as she unexpectedly cums again, fluids rushing to coat the base of his cock and inner thighs as he drives it into her like a sword. 

“S’ry, Sae~ ah~” She can’t prevent the tears from streaming down her face as he leaves no part of her pussy unfucked. 

“You look pathetic.” Sae grunts, placing a hand on her wet cheek almost like he’s threatening to slap her. 

“Fuck~” She throws her head back.

“Ah, look at me.” Sae demands, forcing her gaze back to his striking teal eyes. Those eyes, they look so emotionless, which somehow makes it hotter. He doesn’t care if she lives or dies, and that’s all she could expect out of Itoshi Sae. “Gonna cum all over that pretty body.” He grunts.

It’s the first compliment he’s given her, catching her off guard enough to prevent her brain from processing his words. With a few more rough thrusts, he pulls out, stroking and squeezing at his cock as he holds it over her, finally spraying his thick load all over her. White ropes spurt from his twitching tip, coating her face, her hair, her tits. She’s covered in him. 

Her breathing is heavy as she lays helpless under him, drenched in his sticky cum, her pussy throbbing yet still pulsing for more. 

Sae snickers. “Hm, look at the mess you made.” He says, pressing his pink tip against her entrance once again. 

[kremlin]

An earnest call for your support: Help me determine if there is a gas leak in my house.

for a long time now, I have been reading and hearing about This Guy on the news, and have been reading all the articles and stories about him:

Above: Sam, tenting his weird-ass fucked up fingers like a real Wall Street Guy might do in a movie he saw

Yep, you already know this guy, his name is Sam, I'll be referring to him as Sam, as that is his first name, and not by his initials, which is what I imagine a pod person might do in an attempt to emulate human behaviour. Whatever. You already know him and what he did, I won't waste your time. Listen. Pay attention. This is not a post about this guy or what he did. That shit is boring as fuck. This is a post about a potential gas leak in my house. We'll get to that in just a bit. Remember.

I've read all the articles and all the op-eds and everything. About Sam. Let us explore the entire spectrum of media coverage of Sam and Sam's Big Ass Problem, starting from the bottom, with the worm-food-tier jackasses: What do people like Jim Cramer and Shark Tank Guy have to say about him?

Above: CNN's "Mad Money" Jim Cramer also doing a weird hand gesture while he tells your alcoholic cable-news-addicted uncle to put his money in some dumbass shit

Above: I think this is the Shark Tank guy? I don't remember his name. Could have sworn his suit had dollar signs and not question marks (?)

I'll summarize their conclusions: "Sam is a boy genius who is super duper smart and can move objects with his massive brain due to knowing about Tech, FinDom FinTech, and computer money, specifically Money Coding. Unfortunately Sam committed massive fraud and will get his ass fucked in federal court".

Moving on from the worm-food-tier to the mediocre-tier: The totally nameless basic bitch journalists at the New York Times or Bloomberg. What do these assholes have to say?

Above: Jim Fuckface, associate financial correspondent for Bloomberg. Jim enjoys winding down on a Friday afternoon by sipping a Bud Lite Lime and wearing his baseball cap backwards, which bears the logo of his local professional sports team.

Above: Kate Fuckface, columnist at the New York Times. Kate enjoys spending her time chatting and interacting with her friends on Social Media Platforms like Facebook and Instagram, as well as purchasing items on Etsy

I'll summarize their conclusions: "Displaying the characteristic awkwardness of incredible technical and financial genius, it was clear to me during our interview that Sam's depth of knowledge truly knew no bounds. Unfortunately Sam committed massive fraud and will get his ass fucked in federal court."

Finally moving on to the people that might actually have a clue about what they're talking about. Sam Levine and Michael Lewis:

Above: Matt Levine, author of a comedy email newsletter named Money Stuff that is 95% financial information by weight and somehow still usually funny as fuck.

Above: Michael Lewis, author of a bunch of really good books you haven't read that were made into pretty decent movies you have seen: Moneyball and The Big Short.

I'll summarize their conclusions: "Sam sure is a smart kid and seems to know a whole lot about economics and this digital currency, and I mean a whole lot, and even more about business, accounting, and finance. Bright kid! Unfortunately Sam committed massive fraud and will get his ass fucked in federal court."

A pretty goddamn clear consensus across the board on both counts.

I listened to the interviews the entire spectrum of people listed above conducted with him -- the ones during which they unanimously concluded how smart he is. I listened to many hours of ad-hoc, unscripted Twitter Space calls he participated in, where he fielded questions about his fraud and his business with complete strangers. I listened to them very carefully. And here is my problem! I came to a different conclusion!

Sam is a fucking moron. I am not talking about solely his intellect, or solely his decision-making abilities, or any specific criteria. I am talking about all of them.

There are two possibilities:

(A) I am correct and, somehow, literally everyone else is incorrect, most of whom know vastly more about these topics than I do

(B) There is a fucking gas leak in my house and I have completely lost all cognitive abilities, suddenly and unwittingly, and exist in a cartoon reality inside my skull that would allow me to reach such a wildly different conclusion from the same evidence.

The likelihood of (A) being correct is very nearly 0%. I mean, come on. I am not fucking around when I tell you how troubling this is for me. I wrote earlier that this isn't a post about Sam or his bullshit. This is a post asking for your help in determining whether I have lost my god damn marbles.

I'll give Sam one thing -- he has some nominal ability to bullshit. If he's writing a Tweet, or making a short statement, he can finesse his words that, on some level, mask how much of a dimwit he is. He absolutely can't do that through about six hours of unscripted interviews. Listen to that shit. Listen.

I am going to go check all the joints in the gas lines in my house as well as the ports on my stove and heater. I'll come back and write a follow-up post on outlining exactly why I think homeboy is an idiot. While I do that, please, go listen to the interviews and tell me what you think.

[666writingcafe]

An Interview With Lucifer

Part Three of A New Series

Question One: How do your friends describe you in a word?

Cranky.

Question Two: Who would you want to be stuck with on an island?

If I was limited to just one person, then MC. If there were multiple people, I'd add Mammon and Barbatos.

Question Three: What are you hiding now?

Treats from Cerberus. Not because he isn't a good dog, but because he's found their original hiding place and has been digging into them constantly, and the treats I give Cerberus are rather expensive, so I can't exactly afford to buy them every day and ensure that other stuff gets paid for.

Question Four: Do you prefer mountains or beaches?

It depends on my mood. If I don't want anyone to find me, then definitely mountains, but if I'm feeling a bit romantic, then I'd hit the beach.

Question Five: What is your hidden talent?

I can juggle. And I don't mean that in the metaphorical sense--although I can do that too--but in the literal sense, like a circus clown. It's one of the ways I relieve stress, because I can just shut my brain off and focus on keeping the objects I'm juggling up in the air.

Question Six: What makes you laugh?

You'll get a satisfied chuckle out of me whenever someone I dislike gets what they deserve, but if you want to hear a true, unrestrained laugh, either get me drunk on Demonus or put me in a room with MC when they're in a good mood.

Question Seven: If you were a thing, what would you be?

A metronome.

Question Eight: If you have no GPS, how would you find your destination?

I'd print out directions. (But what if you were unable to do that?) Then I'd ask the locals where I need to go. I may be the Avatar of Pride, but that doesn't mean I'm not willing to admit when I'm lost. (someone yells out, "that's a lie, and you know it!") And if all else fails, then I'll get to my destination through sheer determination.

Question Nine: Describe your three best qualities.

Apparently I'm patient, kind, and loving. (Why do you phrase it like that?) Because I wouldn't necessarily call myself any of those things, but I trust that the person who did wouldn't lie to me about such things. (And who might that person be?) MC.

Question Ten: Would you consider yourself a cool person?

I'm going to lean towards no. I'm far from being a trendy person. Just ask any of my brothers. (What about MC?) You'll have to ask them. I know they like spending time with me, but I honestly don't know why. Usually I'm busy with paperwork, and it's not like that's terribly interesting.

Question Eleven: What is a skill you want to master?

Baking.

Question Twelve: What would you do first if you won a human world jackpot?

Pay off any debts MC may have.

Question Thirteen: What one aspect of the human world would you change if you could?

I'd make it legal to punish animal and child abusers by inflicting the same types of torture onto them as they did on their victims. (That's rather serious, Lucifer.) So is abusing those that are unable to understand why their supposed family is hurting them.

Question Fourteen: What is your preferred card or board game?

Let's just say that I'm not allowed to play any tabletop fantasy games unless I can ensure that all of my work is complete. (Why's that?) You've met Levi, yes? (I have.) Now, imagine me behaving like him, and you'll have your answer.

Question Fifteen: What is your current favorite app on your phone?

Don't make fun of me, but there's this app where you can send messages to people and it shows up on their phone in a cartoony heart. (Are you talking about the viral Candy Heart app?) ...yes. (That's actually quite sweet.) It was MC's idea, and I initially did downloaded it just to amuse them, but I've come to enjoy using it as time has gone on.

Question Sixteen: Would you go to space if you could?

I'm content with merely looking at pictures of space.

Question Seventeen: What kind of museum or exhibit do you prefer?

I like learning about the history of different objects. Looking at their evolution fascinates me.

Question Eighteen: What kind of humor do you prefer?

I'll throw you a curve ball: I enjoy a nice pun from time to time, even if it would be classified as a "dad joke".

Question Nineteen: Do you prefer driving a car, a motorcycle, or a bicycle?

Oh, a motorcycle, by far.

Question Twenty: When was the last time you climbed a tree?

This is going to really show my age, but the last time I climbed a tree was when I was a young angel. *pauses* Thinking about it is making me want to do it now. Being up in the branches is quite peaceful.

Question Twenty-One: What is your strangest habit?

There are times where the only way I'm able to fall asleep is to hang upside-down like a bat.

Question Twenty-Two: What is your weirdest fantasy?

I'll give you an oddly specific one: if I'm ever able to retire, I'd like to buy a farm somewhere in the human world countryside and raise livestock and plant fruits and vegetables with MC. (You've brought them up several times in this interview.) You could say that I have a soft spot for them. (Or that you love them.) Well, obviously. They're a wonderful person to be around. I'd like to spend the rest of my life with them if I could. (You mean, their life.) Listen, I don't choose my words lightly. What I say is what I mean, one hundred percent.

Question Twenty-Three: Here's something a bit more light-hearted: would you rather fight a shark or wrestle a lion?

The lion. I can't swim nearly as well as Levi can.

Question Twenty-Four: How do you want the world to end?

By my hand.

Question Twenty-Five: Would you like to be shorter or taller?

I like my height just the way it is. (What if you had to choose one or the other?) Then I suppose taller. I don't feel I'd be able to intimidate people as well if I was shorter.

Question Twenty-Six: Who is the annoying person you want to get rid of in your life?

I don't necessarily want to get rid of anyone, but I'd like to seriously alter the behaviors of Solomon and Mephistopheles.

Question Twenty-Seven: Which artist and/or song dominates your human world music playlist?

I'll give you both: Metallica and "Adore You" by Harry Styles.

Question Twenty-Eight: If you had to go to prison, what would be the reason?

Treason.

Question Twenty-Nine: What is the most critical trait you seek in a friend?

They have to be able to keep secrets.

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[nanamisflowerfield]

First Meeting (Dick Grayson x f!Reader)

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A journalist meets the one and only Nightwing in a creepy warehouse. But they didn't know that this was their first of many encounters.

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Blüdhaven. The one city that the vigilante named Nightwing called his home. But he wasn’t the only one who sees the city in New Jersey their home. Many people did that, including (y/n) (l/n). It was her new home. Leaving behind the bustling and bright streets of Metropolis, she had begun a new journey and life an investigative journalist in her new home. It had been a year since she moved to the city, and her life was now-.

“- Super boring.” You mumbled, holding your phone to your ear, while hearing your best friend chuckle on the other side.

“Ohh, come on, (y/n). I’m sure that Blüdhaven is pretty interesting. You have been living there for a year now and the way I know you, you probably haven’t seen the best of the city!” You rolled your (e/c) eyes at her. “Have you already seen Nightwing?”

You could only sigh at her question. Nightwing? You really hoped to see that idiot, but the dark-haired vigilante was like a damn ninja and always disappeared, once you were nearby! Even though you only needed one interview with the masked hero!

“Who cares about him? The better question is; is Clark late again for your little date?” You smirked, walking through the dark alley and past smelly trash bins, as a rat ran tried to eat something out of there.

You heard a loud “No!” and some shuffling, knowing that it surely was Lois’ husband Clark, who tried to put on his smoking as fast he could. The Clark Kent. A great journalist, best friend and also Superman. Yes, you knew that already. Not because they told you their big secret, but because you were pretty good at your job and figured it out by yourself and when you put the proof onto the table in front of your best friends and the sweetest couple on earth, they told you everything.

Your footsteps echoed in the silence of the street, engulfing your body with its darkness, while you walked near to the warehouse. The place that might help you with your next article, as you heard that there might be some information about a street gang, called Crimson Vipers. “Alright, Lois… Have fun at your date night, greet Supes from me and don’t do any funny business, if you know what I mean.” – “Yeah, yeah. And could you do me a favor and babysit little Jon next week?”

You told her that you might have some time, before you clicked on the red button on your phone and turning on the flashlight app. Time to investigate!

Your hand slowly turned the doorknob down, sneaking into the big and dark warehouse. At first, it looked like many other ones. The moonlight revealed neglected pallets and boxes. Only you and some abandoned objects were lying here. That was a good sign. A very good one. So, you could easily get some information about the gang!

Turning towards a corner, you found a door, opened it and saw some plans scattered around the room. Some were hanging on the walls, others on the ground. Perfect.

The door behind you closed with a soft click, as you walked through the room, trying to take as many pictures as you could, until you heard some loud voices behind the door. Probably some Crimson Vipers members?

Your heart raised, as you ducked down, trying to find something, anything to defend yourself, until your eyes gazed over a crowbar. That could work…

Tightly you held the dirty and rusty crowbar in your hands, hiding behind some crates while your breath shallow as the voices grew louder. You heard your heart beating loud and fast. Gulping your fear down, you looked towards the door, waiting for the right moment for you to beat them up.

The door creaked open, revealing a group of masked and buff individuals. One laughed sinister at the joke his friend and colleague did, sending shivers down your spine. But you tried to forget your fear. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, as you clenched the crowbar tighter and tighter, trying to figure out a plan. If they won’t see you, you could perhaps climb up the boxes and go through the window, but they were pretty high up.

But when three members suddenly gathered up and stood around in silent, one spoke up, pointing towards a map and explaining their next plan. Realizing the situation, you thought that this was your chance. Now or never!

You can gather some valuable information, which might make a sensational article! Your heart pounded louder, as you snapped some pictures and even tried to record it all. You needed to capture every single detail.

Your instincts told you to dash away and flee as fast you could! If only Superman could be here. He could easily save you, but you were now in Blüdhaven. “Damn…” You mumbled to yourself, preparing your nerves to make a quick exit.

But the gods might have heard your prayers as they left the room, making you sigh out of happiness and relief. But you still had one problem.

How should you leave this place? There were probably some gang members out there. The moment your feet slowly moved away from the crates; you heard a window above you open. Your (e/c) closed. You hoped that they didn’t find you and if one might grab you, you surely will beat them up with your new weapon.

And that’s what you did, when a hand grabbed your wrist. With your eyes closed, you swung your weapon in the direction of the stranger, narrowly missing them. “Woah, woah, calm down.” You heard the person say.

Your eyes widen. Was it not one of the Crimson Vipers?

No.

The person in front of you, who stood there gracefully in unmistakable dark clothes and blue emblem on his chest told you who it was.

“Nightwing.”

The vigilante’s hands went up in surrender. “I’m not here to hurt you, okay?” He tried to calm you down. But you ignored his words, as you asked him rushed; “Why are you here?”

The dark-haired man only rubbed his neck, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “Well, I’m here to, you know, stop these bad guys. But what are you doing here?” – “Uhhh… Investigating?”

“Hey! I forgot something, I will be back in a sec’!” You heard a voice behind the closed door and as it opened with a loud bang, the criminal looked at your direction. The bald guy grabbed his gun, pointed it towards Nightwing, who looked at him surprised. The vigilante probably tried to find a plan to safe you, while kicking their butts, but before you could hear the gun shooting, you stepped in front of Nightwing, crowbar in hand and adrenaline rushing your body.

Your hand swung once again and this time, you didn’t miss. The buff guy fell down and (e/c) orbs moved back to the tall guy behind you.

“Uh… Thanks.” He whispered, disarming the guy on the ground and turned his head towards you. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s pretty dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” You scoffed. “I just saved your masked butt with a crowbar.” You smirked at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest with a proudly, while Nightwing rolled his eyes. You swore that he coughed to hide his little laughter just now. He genuinely was amused by you.

But before any of you could say anything, you heard loud voices again. The criminals! How could you forget them so easily again? They might wonder where they friend was and why it takes him so long to get something back. Damn it!

Their voices growing louder, as they ran towards the door. Nightwing stood up, pulling you towards the crates. “You need to go. Now.” He whispered, glancing towards the window. You silently nodded, getting out of the window with Nightwing’s help, who guided you with ease. His movements were fluid, every step calculated. He was amazing.

When you reached the window, your hands gripped the ledge, while the handsome man boosted you up. “Go.”

You looked down to him, hearing the loud shouts of the criminals that were now aware of your presence. “Aw, come on, guys. Do you really want to hurt a lady? Focus on me.” He turns to them and with a swift kick, he engaged the bad guys, giving you the opportunity to hoist yourself up and through the opening.

When you took deep breathes in and out on the fire stairs, you looked through the large windows, seeing Nightwing holding his own against the criminals. His movements were mesmerizing, as if he dances around the criminals, kicking and punching them several times, as they fell to the ground. You took one picture of the fight, before climbing down the bright fire stairs. Sirens of the police wailed in the distance, signaling their approach. Their lights bright, just like the blue emblem of the chest of the Blüdhaven’s vigilante.

Back at your apartment, you found yourself running towards your desk, typing the newest article. and thanks to your bravery and skills, you found out that The Crimson Vipers' failed operation had become a headline. Your editor was very pleased to even see a picture of Nightwing and the city? Well, the city might have been a little bit safer now.

And you weren’t the only one who flipped through the pages of the Blüdhaven Bulletin. A young man’s ocean-blue eyes widened at a headline that read, “Nightwing Thwarts Crimson Vipers' Plot.” Curiosity piqued, as he read on and discover that the article was written by a (y/n) (l/n). That must have been the brave stranger he saved that night.

The same day, you found yourself at a crime scene, hoping to gather more information for your next big story. You approached the crime scene, your camera dangling around your neck. A police officer seemed to recognize you, as he left his colleagues alone with three handcuffed criminals that had tried to rob a bank.

“You know… I read an article about Nightwing and the Crimson Vipers. Impressive work.” You glanced towards the officer, who leaned on the wall next to you, while you were a bit surprised at the dark-haired man. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah. That must have been you, huh? You seem like a courageous person.”

You chuckled at the stranger’s words. Yes. Some might call you like that and others called you an idiot. “I’m just doing my job.”

“So… You are back for more? Trying to solve the crime before we do?” He teased, his blue eyes twinkling. You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Someone's got to keep you guys on your toes.” He chuckled. “Well, keep up the good work. Maybe one day, we'll get to see an exclusive Nightwing interview.”

Dick's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, and then he straightened up. “Keep it up. Blüdhaven needs more journalists like you.”

As he walked away, you couldn't help but smile. Maybe Blüdhaven wasn't as boring as you thought. And perhaps, the masked vigilante and the police officer were both part of a wonderful story waiting to unfold.

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[beardedmrbean]

Late night talk show host Stephen Colbert sent his audience into fits of laughter when he said CNN is objective.

Colbert sat down with CNN journalist Kaitlan Collins last night, to discuss the presidential race, her reaction to Biden dropping out of the race and a busy summer of politics.

During the interview, Colbert began a question by saying, “I know you guys are objective over there, that you just report the news as it is…”

Stephen Colbert's 'cringe' parody of Joe Biden leaves fans baffled

Colbert was almost instantly interrupted by laughter from the audience who assumed the host was joking, and poking fun at well-known claims that the news channel has a left-leaning-bias. Noticing the audience’s reaction, Collins responded, “Is that supposed to be a laugh line?”

A slightly embarrassed-looking Colbert tried to defend his words but replied, “It wasn't supposed to be, but I guess it is."

[david-talks-sw]

No, George Lucas is not a "traitor"

You may have seen angry tweets and thumbnails such as these, in the last few days.

Context - Disney is going through a proxy battle, and George Lucas sent out a statement that read as follows:

So immediately, all the grifting influencers who based their entire platform around the narrative that "Kathleen Kennedy & Disney betrayed Lucas' legacy" banded together and agreed that the new line was:

"Fuck George Lucas, he betrayed us and betrayed himself. Lucas sided with his own abusers!"

Here's why this line of thought is absolutely childish and uninformed.

1- Get real, he's a shareholder, of course he'll say this.

I don't need to expand on this, do I?

He owns stock. Someone threatens your money, you defend the money. The question becomes: why does he think that sticking with Disney CEO Bob Iger will result in more profit than siding with?

Variety theorizes that it may be because Nelson Peltz has admitted that he has no media experience. 

And if that's the case? I'm not surprised at all, because...

2- George has always hated amateur studio execs

The following is me simplifying a lot... but George's relationship with studios has never been a good one.

When he was working at American Zoetrope, with Francis Ford Coppola, they were commissioned to adapt George's short film into a feature, THX-1138. The studio execs didn't like it and forced Francis to refund them the money (which is why he agreed to direct The Godfather, to get out of debt).

Moving on to American Graffiti (1973). When George writes Graffiti, he shops it around to studios and they all essentially told him to go fuck himself.

"American Graffiti went around to every single studio twice and they all said, "It's not a movie, there's no story, and there are no movie stars in it." And Star Wars— it was, "What in the world is this? Wookiees and robots? I don't get it." [...] It'd be hard to make a movie [like American Graffiti or Star Wars] today in the system because all these middle management people get in there and interfere in the process. I think that's much worse for filmmakers than it's ever been in the past." - Star Wars Insider #43, 1999

Except Universal. But throughout the process they're being irritants.

They object to the title because they don't know what it means.

The president is convinced it's a bad movie to a point where when he sees audiences cheer for it in test screenings, he argues they're paid actors.

They force Lucas to trim 5 minutes out of the film. Why? Just because.

This approach the studio execs were taking comes from the fact that none of them were artists. At this point in time, studios had been and were being bought by corporations who thought they could make a quick buck in the movie business.

Eg: Warner Bros wasn't run by the Warner brothers anymore. Paramount was now a subsidiary of Gulf+Western.

So when he's receiving notes, they're coming from - you guessed it - amateurs who think they know what they're talking about, but in reality have no clue. They did market research and think they know everything.

This subject is covered in The Offer (2022), a series about the making of The Godfather (reeeeally good show, I watched it twice).

In this scene, for example, you have a studio exec with no artistic sense whatsoever trying to tell Coppola which poster he should go with, and you get the idea of what I mean.

(Fun fact, a young George Lucas even makes a cameo in the pilot episode, in Coppola's office.)

George also went into this subject during his 2015 interview with Charlie Rose.

It's a 4-minute clip, so here's the relevant bit:

"[Big corporations are] known for being risk averse. And movies are not risk averse. Every single movie is a risk, a big risk, like... The movie business is exactly like professional gambling... except you hire the gambler. You use some crazy kid with long hair, you give him $100 million and you say "go to the tables and come back with $500 million." That is a risk! Now, the studios have been going to think of it that way, they say: "well, maybe if we told him that he couldn't bet on red, maybe if we told him because we did market research and we've realized that red wasn't" -- so they tried minimize their risk. [...] They're basically corporate types. They think-- some of the worst things happens when they think they know how to do it, then they start making decisions that ensure it's not going to work. " - Charlie Rose, CBS This Morning, 2015

Now, ironically, this is the same interview in which he compared Disney to "white slavers", but clearly he was still smarting from his own ideas for the Sequels having been ignored.

But considering how little a fuck he gave about those Star Wars films once they came out and how often he visits the now visits sets of like Ahsoka and The Mandalorian, I think he's over it.

Again, this doesn't align with some Star Wars influencers' narrative that "he's fuming, he hates these movies, he feels betrayed and angry!" But if you ask me, he likely couldn't care less, and dubbing Disney his "abusers" is giving them waaay too much credit.

He made his movies, told the story he needed to tell and is now probably just enjoying his retirement, raising his daughter and putting together his museum, part of which is possible because of the money Disney keeps generating for him, as an investor.

So it doesn't surprise me one bit that George Lucas, of all people, to side with the Devil he knows rather than the amateur exec, because the latter is a painful road he knows all too well.

[immediatebreakfast]

...and Jonathan with another attack that may harm him. Some day he may ask me about it. Down it all goes.

Jonathan starting his journal in May so that it can freshen his memory for when he will talk about his travels with Mina.

Mina re-starting her own journal in September to both practice her shorthand and to share with Jonathan any event he may ask about in the future when his memory eventually heals.

Both actions and journals done out of love, yet so different in their intentions.

It seems only yesterday that the last entry was made, and yet how much between then, in Whitby and all the world before me, Jonathan away and no news of him; and now, married to Jonathan, Jonathan a solicitor, a partner, rich, master of his business, Mr. Hawkins dead and buried, and Jonathan with another attack that may harm him.

Jonathan's journal was intended to be a source of enthusiasm for this young couple in love to remember his first job, and all of those charming little details that he found during the journey when he was not on the clock. The recipes, the descriptions of landscapes, the people, and all of the new things which were so amazingly curious... Only for it to end up as the only object directly tied to Jonathan's survival as those hellish days went by, the pages filling with each horrific action, and every sentence filled with grief. All forgotten, and sealed under a promise of solemn secrecy.

The time is come, I fear, when I must open that parcel, and know what is written.

Until today, not out of morbid questioning, but out worry for the young man who wrote it.

Mina's journal was intended to be a practical exercise for the future, a not so far away goal of work through paperwork, and a means to cultivate a special talent to use ahead. From the intimate conversations about the joys of marriage, to interviews of old folk by the sea, all of it... Took a second step to let the horrific unexplained events be recorded less the memory fails. Yet, she picks the pages again with a different purpose today.

In the doylist sense, both diaries serve as plot points that change the course of the narrative as long as they are used. Both Mina and Jonathan were "out" of the main plot after they reunited because there was no need for them to document anything while they were together once again. The inactivity of the journals stagnated the plot around them, and left then behind as the other characters dealt with the threat of the Count, but now that there is a meaningful reason to start out the process again, their participation is now clear once again.

The second Mina wrote the first sentence on her journal, both her and Jonathan are now upon the narrative again, whenever they want it or not.