#I NEED IT TO BE A SERIESSSS

[cuttyflammm]

small fang runin sketchy sketch

[fortpeat]

AHHHHHH WHERE ARE THE HD PICS OF MOST OF THESEEEEE I NEED ITTTT 🫠🫠

Fort : wears a necklace

Peat : has to pull on it 😌

[froggybells]

Home (Is Wherever I'm With You)

(a/n: I smell a seriessss!)

tags: Gojo x Reader, Megumi thinks of reader as his mom (but that's for later hehe)

part 1!

part 2 —> here

It was a normal day. Well, as normal as it gets with someone like Gojo Satoru as a teacher. The second years were already accustomed to Gojos “unique” style of teaching, but first years Nobara and Itadori were still… let's say confused. Now obviously, out of all the students, Megumi was the one who could best predict Gojo’s antics. Knowing him for the better part of his life, he knew his teacher’s extravagant personality would eventually begin to repeat.

Megumi was 6 when Gojo first found him. Megumi was also 6 when Gojo scooped him up and took him back to his apartment. Normally, you’d think a 6 '3 man carrying a small child over his shoulder, while the child was obviously not happy, would garner some attention. But in all of his Gojo-ness, he simply would swoon the people around him.

“Honey! I’m home” He yelled from the entrance of your apartment. “Satoru, You said you would be gone for 30 minutes, it's been-” You were cut off by the sight of your boyfriend holding a small raven haired child, who would obviously be anywhere else but here. “Did you kidnap a kid?! I knew you were crazy, but this is something else!” You quickly wiped your hands on your apron, rushing over to see if the small boy was ok.

“I hardly doubt this is a child, Y/N. He acts like an adult!” Gojo laughed. “It’s easy for you to say since you act like a child.” the small boy grumbled, heading towards the exit. Gojo put his hand on the kid's head, stopping him from moving, but not breaking eye contact with you. “Y/N, I told you, this is the best way to have leverage over his clan, and-” You cut him off there, not wanting to hear what he has to say. “YOU KIDNAPED A ZEN’IN?!” You screeched.

“I told you about this in bed the other day! You agreed it was a good idea!” Gojo retaliated. “It was pillow talk! I wasn’t taking anything you said seriously!” “LISTEN TO ME!” Megumi said, punching Gojo on the leg. “I need to go home now! My sister is waiting for me!” You looked at the small boy, and then at your boyfriend. “There were two of them and you only took the boy?! Real classy, Satoru.” Gojo threw his hands up in defense. “The other one isn’t-” You interrupted him. “I’m kidding. I can tell this one has the Ten Shadows.” You observed the small boy. Gojo was right, he appeared more mature for his age.

“Alright kiddo,” you began, kneeling down to match his height, “Let’s go get your sister and some extra clothes, okay? You both can live here with us for a few days, and if you don’t like it, we can arrange something else for you.”

[charlesslut16]

https://www.tumblr.com/charlesslut16/717681059029024768/enemys

Dude this was sooooo gooodd!!!! make it a seriessss!!

you wish is my command

here are the other parts : (1) , (3)  / masterlist

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-Enemys?-

summary : after what happened in Bahrain charles and you are confused because you don't know what to feel for each other.

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : curse words, bad translated french and italian and panic attack mentioned

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Today you were at the Saudi Arabia grand prix, with Isa, in the Ferrari garage. You were in the Ferrari garage and not in the Mercedes one because charles asked you to watch the race with Isa in the Ferrari motor home.

The reason why he wanted you there was unclear for you. Yes, he told you he didn't hate you, but you didn't believe him. But now that he asked you to watch the race in the Ferrari garage, you were unsure.

You left the Bahrain grand prix early to gather your thoughts. You left charles with his family and friends, as you knew that he was safe and didn't get another panic attack, which did not happen.

Furthermore, you were so confused. One time, Charles told you he hated you and that you were a waste of space, and the next he had a panic attack and only wanted you to help him.

So now you were watching the race, rooting for charles and carlos. After the 5o laps, the race was finished. Carlos got the sixth place and charles the seventh. You knew charles wasn't happy by the results of today.

Isa and you waited until the boys came. As you saw charles around the corner, you smiled. He looked good. Charles came up to you and as you wanted to say how proud you were, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into his driver's room.

"Charles calm down! What's wrong with you?!" you told him, confused and angered.

You looked into his eyes, thinking you would find anger, but instead you found sadness. His eyes met yours and the dam broke, tears were threatening to fall down his cheeks. 

As you saw that, you took his hands in yours, trying to calm him down, but it didn't work. So you decided to pull him to you and hugged him. You pressed his head on your shoulders, so he could cry on it.

Charles accepted the hug and wrapped his arms around your waist, so that you were as near as possible to him. He cried on your shoulder, as you hugged him tighter against you.

" Je suis un tel échec." he said between sobs, while you rubbed his back to calm him down and comfort him. I'm such a failure. 

"You're not. It's the car, not you. Charles, you are one of the best drivers on the grid." you answered, as you still rubbed his back, him calming down in the process.

You waited until you heard that he stopped crying, so you could let him go and step out of the hug. 

"Grazie. Sei davvero la cosa migliore che mi sia mai capitata, angelo mio." He told you, but you didn't understand a word, as you couldn't understand italian. 

Thank you. You really are the best thing that ever happened to me, my angel.

"charles, you know I can't understand a word of italian. What did you say?"

"Just thank you for helping me." he answered your question, looking you deep in the eyes. Smiling at your look, as if you knew that what he answered wasn't what he had said.

"Your welcome," you answered him, fiddling with your fingers and picking on your finger beds to distract you from that one question you wanted to ask charles.

He noticed your fiddling and as a reaction he took your hands in his, bringing them to his mouth for a quick kiss. He knew what was bothering you. H asked himself the same question.

"I will go now, you seem alright here. If you need anything, ask Isa or Carlos. " 

Charles nodded. That was the only reaction he gave you. No disappointment, no sadness nor happiness. Nothing. You knew charles would be okay, just like he was in Bahrain after you helped him.

You checked one last time if he was okay, so you could leave. As you saw that he was okay, you left his driver's room, closed the door and left him standing alone in the room.

As you walked to the exit, you let your thoughts room free. Maybe you two weren't made for each other. God. You hated each other 2 weeks ago, but what about now.

It was raining by now. Perfect. It rained outside, while in your head, the thoughts rained. Everything on your mind was clouded with thoughts, while the sky was clouded with raining clouds.

You were not even sure why you thought that there was something between you guys. You were enemies. That is what you were supposed to be. Not this. Enemies.

This feeling made you ill. The feeling of not knowing. You hated not knowing what to do or what to feel. You didn't normally feel like this, but since charles came into the picture, everything changed.

"Y/n!! Y/n! Please wait!" you heard someone yell after you. Turning around, you saw him. Him. You saw charles running toward you, with your phone in his grasp.  

He comes near you, so he could give you your phone. Your wet hands touched as he gave you your phone. Both of you drenched in the paddock of Saudi Arabia with mixes feelings for each other.

"Thank you" you say to him with a smile of gratitude. Both of you didn't know what to say to each other. You had the same thoughts, but you couldn't bring them over the lips.

"I will go now. If I'm quick, I can make it back home without fuss. Thank you again."

Charles nodded again. You step away from him, turning around, letting him alone again, but this time drenched in the rain. You wanted to ask him the question, but you just couldn't.

Just as you wanted to walk, charles pulled you back to him, so you were in front of him. His had left your wrist, so he could hold your chin up to look at him. You waited for him to ask you, but he didn't.

 Instead, he bent down and connected your lips with his.

[pastelpousay]

IS YOUR HERCULES OC ALSO A GOD? What do they do? (Apologies, I'm not very knowledgeable on Hercules lore-)

Also, I've heard the show wasn't half bad! Have you seen it?

HIHII THANKS SMMM FOR ASKING!!

LOWK BEEN WANTING TO DISCUSS THIS LATELY CUZ THE THOUGHT HAS BEEN POPPING UP IN MY MIND IN THE PAST FEW DAYS.

In short no my Hercules Oc isn’t a God (yet 😁), she’s currently a mortal, although after some time and the two of them finally settling down and all I’d imagine Hades would 1. Slips her some ambrosia without her knowing 💀😭 likely when she’s ill or say she were on the verge of death 😭 (ik he could just bring her back but if he saw her like literally die he would never want to see that happen again so yea 😭)

Or 2. Maybe during or after their Wedding.

Not that’s just Rina being immortal not necessarily a god, if she were a god maybe like a goddess of Fungus(I may go into deeper meaning as to ‘why this?’ but yea) or something 😭 (and by default a goddes of death. AUGDHEJEJ IM SORRY UNDERWORLD QUEEEN RINA— also Hades calling Rina his Goddess >>> sorry I had to just let that out)

ALTHOUGH IM FEELING KINDA INSPIRED BY THE BOOK OF LIFE RN (I need to rewatch that movie) I know Hades name (or a few of his names) mean ‘Hidden one’ or ‘One who is hidden’ or something along the lines of that, so maybe Like how Xibalba from the Book of Life is controlling the land of the forgotten, While Rina is like La Muerte and takes control off the other half, Idk it’s just a thought it’s not all necessarily planned out yet 😭😭 idk what part of the underworlds there are, especially in Hercules (Ik there’s Elysian and Tartarus but Ik there’s more. Sorry I’m not that educated in Greek mythology 😭😭) so yea it’s not all that thought out but Hades and Rina would definitely have their Dynamic though UGHSHSJJWJS.

ALSO YESS THE SERIESSSS, I haven’t watch all of it (in fact I skipped through majority of the episodes just to see Hades 💀💀 like if there was a scene with Hades in it I was only watching for that 💀) I honestly think it’s not that bad, some of the scenes are lowkey freaky like Disney studios what was going on. LIKE I SPECIFICALLY REMEMBER FORCING MY FRIEND TO WATCH THIS SHOW WITH ME AND ALL OF A FUCKING SUDDEN ZEUS IS OVER HERE SAYING HES SEXY AND SWAYING HIS HIPS?? LIKE WHAT 💀💀 ZEUS STFU BUT YK WHO IS SEXY?!? UR BROTHER SO SHUT THAT MOUF-

Sorry I went on a bit of a tangent but yeayyyyy!!

THANK YOU SMM FOR THE ASK AGAIN :D!! I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!

[xoluvx]

Baby, you're giving us a heads up before we get to the last part of lunch, right? I swear to god, this sereis is giving me life!!! I need to get fucking mentally prepared for the end! I love all your stories, but this one is extra special.

hi baby ofc i'll give ya'll a heads up before it finishes. i have no plans on finishing it any time soon.. so you can still enjoy.

i love you so fucking much, thank you for loving this seriessss!!

[blahhhhhhhohmigosh]

Day 2, Some adding touches.

Summary: Mikey is making the decorations though suddenly Leo decides to add something, not to the cards but to the mood.

A/n: DAY 2 OF THIS SERIESSSS! Gosh I can't belive I will be writing every day for those 24 (now 23) days! Well enjoy!! TCESTERS AND PROSHIPERS DNI.

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Leo

Warnings: Just tickles! Not your story? Well it's fine! Bye bye and see you next time but for now enjoy!!

It was the 2 day of December, so just 24 days away from Christmas!! Mikey didn't waste no time and started making decorations, papper Christmas trees, some fake candles, a 3d origami shelf elf, some papper bells, a 3d snow man, basically arts and crafts! He had soo many ideas in mind but one of them was to finger paint a Christmas tree, he took out his paint and started finger painting the big canvas.

Leo on the other hand was playing basketball, suddenly he hear a loud yell of annoyance.

🧡: SERIOUSLY!?!?!

That made Leo lose focus and look at the direction of the sound as the basketball bounced from the basket and hit Leo on his forehead as he whined in pain.

💙:AWOOOU!

He whined as he sat on his butt glaring at the basketball before standing up and going to his little brothers room, there he could see his youngest brother staring at the canvas, there was a Christmas tree yea but some red paint spilled onto the canvas and it spilled on half of the picture. Mikey looked up at the red eared slider before he said.

🧡:Oh- uh hi Leo!-

He said with a fake smile as the red slider sat next to him and asked.

💙: Hi lil bro what's up?

🧡:*groan* it's just that I spilled red paint on ma painting...I worked so hard on it!...

Mikey groaned as he was now in a bad mood, Leo felt bad, Mikey was his youngest brother! He always was a sunshine unless something he did is ruined, so he decided to turns his frown upside down as he took a paint brush and said.

💙:Maybe there is a way to fix it...

🧡:Leo come on I know you're mostly the "hype man" but I don't think any puns will help this situation-

💙:OH stop being sooo moody! You know what? I see you need some smile on your face and I know how to fix that!

Leo said confidently as he placed his hands onto his hips and smirked proudly as Mikey asked.

🧡:...How?-

💙:Ama show you! C'mon here!

He said pulling Mikey into a hug as he started brushing Mikeys sides with the paint brush as Mikey started giggling.

🧡:Leheho!! Whahhat ahahre youhu dohohoing???

💙:Painting your mood now shush younger brother ama change your color scheme!

The red slider puned as he started scribbling Mikeys shell with the paint brush making Mikey giggle his bubbly laughter while squirming.

🧡:Leheheho!! *hic* SThohoOp!

The box slider pleaded as Leo just started brushing his younger brothers legs with the paint brush as Leo chuckled and said.

💙:Wooow you're really painting yourself a smile there!~

He was teasing the poor box turtle, the box turtle was laughing in hysterics before the red slider stopped and said.

💙:Now let's ACTUALLY paint.

As Mikey sat next to him Leo outlined the red paint that covered the Christmas tree making a cool outline in red of the Christmas tree, making the cabanas half normal and half red zoned. Mikey smiled and hugged his older brother as he thanked him.

🧡:Thanks Leo!

💙:No problem lil bro, no problem.

[yarii0]

ALMOST forgot about this blog thing, so I'm going to try using this more often than instagram!

Literally no clue how to properly post things but let's start with a simple and short get to know me kinda thing yeah? XD!

I'm 18, my bday's 6/29. I got three feral insane cats named Apollo, Leo and Chloe. I seriously love (mostly) writing and (rarely) drawing. But usually I can't find myself to get time and work on things, mostly because of motivation...

I usually like books in horror, psychological, fantasy, explicit... >;), series and trilogies (I LOVE BOOK SERIESSSS)

I'm secretly a weeb, my favorite anime being Noragami (PLEASE MAKE A SEASON 3 PLEAAASEE.) I caught up with the manga and now I'm waiting for the new and LAST VOLUME >=(..

I don't think I'll do a face reveal anytime soon but don't get your hopes up everyone! I still need to improve a little more before I can start posting silly stuff with me in it! ^^

What will you see in my blogs?

Writings/Upcoming WIPS

Drawings... SO MANY UNFINISHED DRAWINGS!

My silly kitty cats!! ^^

Life updates and stupid boring stuff about my life...

Etc! (Suggestions!)

That's all I have for now... but any questions, concerns, insults, anything is always welcome! (Not really for insults but... whatever..)

Cya losahh! <3 (my pfp that I drew!)

[skzdarlings]

OMG OMG OMFG. I JUST FINISHED THE BODYGUARD SERIESSSS. I WAS HOLDING IT OFF FOR LIKE..A DAY BECAUSE I WAS NOT READY FOR IT TO END OML. BUT ITS A HAPPY ENDINGGGG AAAAAAHHHH!!! I'M SO GLAD NOBODY DIED-AND JISUNG?!? MAAANNN HE SHOWED UP.AT THE PREFECT TIME I LOVE HIS CHARACTER SM I CRIED SO HARD. THEY ALL MADE IT! THEY ALL HAD A HAPPY ENDING!!!

But in all serious, I'm gonna miss checking for updates on the story that was the highlight of each week for me! When I first discovered the series I didn't have Tumblr yet, I was just searching on Google and it popped up, and I waited for ever for the next parts bc I was too lazy to make an account lmao. But I'm gonna miss this sooooo much its not even funny. I will definitely re-read it all the time!

Thank you sm for all your hard work! You mean so much to us and I hope you know that!

Do you plan on starting any new series soon? Cause I will 100% be there! And if you need to take a break bc you've been working OVERTIME on this series, we'll be waiting!

Love you, and thank you! MWAHHH!💚

(ALSO SORRY THIS WAS KINDA LONG)

hehe never apologize for long messages i love em!! i will read em again and again no matter what haha.

and oh wow that’s funny you found the story that way haha well i am glad you did and i am so glad you have enjoyed it!

and yes i have the last threesome one shot to post (hyunjin reader jeongin) then i have a chan one-shot that is partially done then i will post my next series but ill say more about it then 😊 I hope you will enjoy it! ♥️

[lovemyavatar]

UGHHH I NEED A NETEYAM FWB SERIESSSS UR WORKS ARE JUST AMAZING

ANON WHAT ABOUT FRIENEMIES WITH BENEFITS THO

(also thank you for the compliment!!)

[atlasifyllm]

This or That: Writer Edition!!!

open tag from @kudzucataclysm ! open tag for yall too bc i just wanted to ramble with this akjbfgksd

historical or futuristic

I tend to focus either a changed version of our era or the future, ORR just completely rewrite history with batshit insane worldbuilding. As for SUL I really like the mix between futuristic and fantasy elements, like RWBY or Lego Monkie Kid; but I don't really tend to go past the 2000s millenia for my stories lmao

2. the opening chapter or closing chapter

Whenever I have a story I feel like I have a vague plot and only the Point B. Openings are SUPER hard because you have to make sure you hook the reader with the most basic, not-developed-yet versions of the characters. Even harder in trying to study pilot episodes as an animation major @_@.

Fun fact, SUL's ending scene has been the same since 2017!

3. light & fluffy or dark & gritty

I really like exploring darker topics; it'd be a real challenge for me to make something 90% wholesome. However I always want some form of happy ending despite all the darkness. Even looking at the Winter Boys, Cobalt gets his arm cut off, Ventus loses his girlfriend and gets used by his former gang members, and Nix... Nix goes through a lot akjbgsdkgsd, but all of them still find happiness in the end

4. animal companion or found family

Found family! The struggle with animal companions is simply just, not forgetting that they exist lmao. Especially as someone who tends to just do normal dog/cat animals, none of the animal companions are sentient enough to carry themselves. My main stories (SUL, ETSS, AuAg) all have elements of found family :] bc at least I can explore the emotional range of a human more than my dog lmao

5. horror or romance

im a huge wuss ngl KBSGJKSGS all of my pure horror concepts tend to get fueled into Last Light because of how much of a wuss i am JBSKGJS. Even though I chose romance I never tend to make it the MAIN focus of a story; CoRi in SUL you see the middle point, fallout, and (hopefully) getting back together, though the main point of SUL would be exploring the trust issues between ALL Paladins and not just the ones romantically involved. Venpris is technically a side piece in AuAg's general crime plot (as tender and intimate as they are), and ofc ETSS has space-apple wars to wage in between all the LuxNex fluff

6. hard or soft magic system

I need a hard system bc Im too stupid to make a soft one JKBFGSKJGD

I guess for SUL actual "magic" tends to be pretty soft since it's implied witchcraft is something gods have gifted to mortals BUT in all fairness I'm still plotting the witchcraft elements of SUL

For actual elemental powers I'm still constantly adding rules and this or that for SUL characters simply because it feels more organized and thus more organized for me to put into a plot lol

7. standalone or series

Seriessss I grew up with MLP multiple seasons, Yugioh + Yugioh GX multiple seasons,,, heck also RWBY and Lego Monkie Kid multiple seasons. I dont tend to get SUPER attached to specific movies, especially standalones, so my brain just sorta automatically tries to write stuff as if they're multiple season projects. ETSS and SUL have the most obvious season-by-season plots, though AuAg so far I'm not super sure about BUT definitely feel like it'd span multiple episodes

8. one project at a time or always juggling two+

I always hyperfixate on one at a time JBSKDJSG in between bursts of SUL it's been ETSS, sprinkles of AuAg, then that brief period of JMON in Fall 2021.

9. one award winner or one best seller

I'm not really sure if I have a preference for either of these tbh LMAO I just wanna create and hope theyre successful enough to carry me throughout life

10. fantasy or sci-fi

Im too stupid for sci fi tbh JBSKJGS I always worry about getting this or that wrong so I tend to go pretty fantasy bc I have fun worldbuilding it knowing I can just do batshit whatever like the very first instances of SUL basically mixing YuGiOh and MLP logic akjbfskdg.

11. character or setting description

I may be an art major but I'm an art major who hasn't done proper backgrounds since high school JKBGKSJGS I think a lot of my descriptions are pretty clunky In General but characters are easier since I always have character designs first before environmental design

12. first or final draft

A lot of my work at the moment is based off of doing things quickly. The Atlasify comics, my own writing, heck my art too. I don't like spending too long on certain projects or such so technically all of my work is first drafts bc I wanna get stuff done first instead of never finishing one project

13. love triangle in everything or no romantic arcs

Technically both ETSS and SUL have somewhat love triangle moments but

a.) ETSS is more an exploration on identity than romance

b.) the SUL love triangle is literally between turqbalt's two identities and rina

BUT god I'd rather have no romantic arcs at all than actual love triangle moments. Do you know how many teleseryes have the cheesiest cliche love triangles? No thank u I wanna do all or nothing

14. constant sandstorm or rainstorm

i love the rain :] the air is fresh and the plants look greener. i dont think my asthma would love lots of sand tbh

[diamondoidxx]

𝒮𝑜 𝑅𝒶𝓇𝑒

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

genre: fluff? 

fic warnings: nothing except I wrote this with a plus sized black woman in mind!

summary: 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘣 – 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘻𝘻 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

notes: yayyy its my first fic? is that what this is? idk but it’s kinda long for my first time. 1.7k words lol. Anyways yea hopefully you enjoy it and let me know what ya think! OR what I should create and also if you want a part 2! Maybe make this a seriessss???? A SONG GOES WITH IT I DID LINK IT! play it for the nice ambiance ya know. this fanart is what made me write this so thank them!

THE old concrete industrial factory shelters the noisy men from the blistering August heat. It was currently 4 in the afternoon on a Friday and the sun was still shining. Most people were ready to go home to their loved ones from work but Eren still had 3 more hours to go. Usually, he was able to grit his teeth and continue the day, but today though, he just wanted to be home already. After arc cutting a piece of Ferrite, arms with veins swelling, Eren steps back and flips up his helmet waving a gloved hand at the dust that came from the material. The perspiration on his face was beginning to drip down his body, he took his arm and wiped the sweat that sat on his eyebrows.

He blew some air out of his mouth and scanned his eyes around the assembly. Some of the men were chatting amongst themselves whilst having a water break with paper cups in hand, meanwhile, others were busying themselves with the work in front of them making sure they got every cent that they could earn. Cents. That's what Eren was working for, specifically $0.75 an hour. He rolls his shoulders already feeling tense, wanting to just take a shower and lay down to do it all over again tomorrow. He glances to the outside of the garage like opening of the factory. The cars whizzed by in the bustling city. Eren thinks he’ll never get used to the sound, being fond of the silent and freeing countryside. He pulls out his hand from the heavy-duty welding gloves and wipes his wet hand on the beat-up and previously dirtied wife beater. He shuffles his tan overalls that are stung lowly on his hips and flips his helmet back on his face to continue working.

It was around 7:30 in the evening when he got off. The sun finally letting the earth cool down from the assault today. Duffle bag in hand, Eren steps away from the establishment and begins to walk to the bus stop ready to sit on the trolley for 40 minutes out of town. His hair was tied in a bun with some flyaways surrounding his scalp and a few tired line indents on his forehead. The overalls that were once on his waist now hug him to keep warm for the night breeze.

“Hey Yeager!” a voice calls out. Eren turns around and sees Jean, Connie, and Armin. The three men were huddled as if they were whispering before calling out to him. Eren raised an eyebrow as if to ask them what they wanted. Eren didn’t speak to anyone at work. The only conversations that he would have with his colleagues would be “when’s lunch being called” or “did they have a specific tool he needed.” So watching these three yell out to him was unusual.

Jean and Connie push Armins' shoulder to talk. The blonde-headed man clears his throat, “UHm..did you..um did you wanna come down to The Catfish Club with us?” pointing behind his shoulder somewhere.

The Catfish Club? Eren never heard such a thing before. Is that a restaurant? He looks between them with a deadpan expression.

“No,” Eren states and begins to walk the way to the bus stop.

“OH COME ON, It was hot today ain’t ya wanting a nice tail’ and some jazz!” Connie yells at him. Eren pauses. A bar? Why would he want to go to a bar with these idiots to listen to some jazz with these bozos? Eren faces them.

Connie continues, “It's great! The liquor is strong and the music is live! I got a buddy of mine who will shuttle us all home when we wanna leave!” excitement comes from his words. Eren thinks for a moment rubbing his jaw. He could use a Manhattan, he hasn't had one of them in a long time. He should treat himself, just going home and spending it with his cat Carla wouldn't be that amusing on this nice Friday night.

Eren sighs and shrugs. “Sure.” The boys have grins on their faces and Connie wraps an arm around Erens shoulder as he walks up to them.

The walk to the club wasn't that far from their work. About 15 mins or so. The place looked packed and bustling. Men and women flow through the black double wooden doors. The building was a bright pale red with a sign in the dark window shining THE CATFISH CLUB in illuminating blue lights with a catfish wearing a top hat playing the cello. The boys walk up to the door and open it. The place was bigger on the inside than you would think. The sounds of horns, clarinet, sax, and strings bounced through Erens ears. There was everyone EVERYWHERE. The bar, the dance floor, the booths, and tables. It was a squeeze. The walls were a velvety green color with black and white pictures hanging. A stage was in the middle back of the club, slightly raised – having the ability to easily step on it. Jean and Connie barrel through the crowd with Armin and Eren on their behinds. They sit at a booth fairly close to the stage.

“Isn’t this amazing? God, I haven't been here in a while,” Jean says while they are settling in the rubber seats. Connie and Armin make conversation as Eren still wanders his eyes around. He brings his attention to the stage as a band starts setting up. His eyes are directly on the woman with the white sparkly ball gown that goes just a bit below her knee caps. The straps came together behind her neck showcasing a bit of cleavage. She had on white pumps with a diamond on the point. Satin white gloves came just above her elbows. Eren couldn’t see her face as people were passing by. As he's moving his head to find her, Armin nudges him to look at him.

“What did you want to drink Eren?” he asks. Eren just now notices a waiter by their table. He looks back at the woman and turns to the waiter. He nods while saying. “Just a Manhattan please.” The waiter gets the rest of the guys' drink orders and Eren's eyes fall back to the captivating singer.

Her hair is short and curled like it's been in rollers, slightly parted with a white flower hair clip. Her earrings twinkle under the lights and her smile is brighter than anything he’d ever seen. She was talking to the host of the club pointing at the band behind her and nodding when he spoke back to her. He pats her on the back lightly and goes up to the mic.

The waiter sets Jean, Connie, Armin, and Erens' drinks down as the host says, “How's everybody doing tonight!?” The crowd whoops and hollers, Connie and Jean joining in with them. Eren takes a sip of his beverage enjoying the burn that it leaves behind, never taking his eyes off of her.

The host laughs and claps his hands together, “I see! Hey now – we got a new upcoming singer here with us tonight, it is her First. Ever. Gig! Let’s all welcome…Y/N!” He throws his arms to her as she smiles and waves shyly at the audience that gives her some claps and whistles. Eren sets down his drink and claps along.

She steps up to the mic fixing it to her height while looking back at the band anxiously. One of the members gives her a thumbs up and a wink. She turns back and breathes.

(Play song)

It felt like the whole town stopped to hear her. Eren couldn’t help but feel entranced. Her voice was heavenly, delicate, alluring…he couldn't find the words but what he knew was that he was in love. He felt his jaw slack a bit as he watched her sing. The way her lips moved and the way she held the mic stand. Y/N had no idea the effects she had on him. His chest was beating as if he ran 3 miles and his legs were stuck as if he had seen the boogie man. Her eyes are low and move across the sea of people, meeting emerald green ones. She swings her hips back and forth to the beat, smiling as she emphasizes the lyrics escape her.

Eren held her stare, sipping more of his drink, tapping his foot to the song. The lines she belt out felt as if she was speaking to him. That the words were only for him. She took the mic off the stand and began to waltz around the stage, stopping and doing gestures or poses. She stepped down from the stage and danced a little, going around the club. She smiled and smirked at the patrons. Y/N wanted to find the person who was behind the piercing eyes she was stunned internally by. She looks over at a table full of welders and strides toward them, elegantly placing her hand on a dark-haired man's shoulder. Y/N feels warm when he looks up at her from his seat. This was the man who she was searching for. His lips lift in a smile, almost like he's trying to hide it. Y/N slides her hand from his shoulder down to his hand and stretches it to her, holding it for a second staring at him in his eyes. She squeezes his hand and lets go of it. She walks back up the stage not forgetting to look behind her shoulder to see him looking at his hand and back at her. Y/N stops on the stage and closes out the song.

The club was in an uproar as she quietly curtsied. Eren stands up and whistles, Jean, Connie, and Armin following him. She exits the stage after pressing her hands to her chest and thanking everyone. She tries to get through the crowd as they continue to praise her for her singing, passing Eren just in time for him to grab her wrist to stop her.

She staggers at the interruption and turns her head to see who halt her. Y/N's face heats up as Eren looks at her. She looks down at his hand holding onto her and he looks at it after her, blushing he quickly let go of her, “Sorry, I just wanted to say you were incredible up there,” Eren says.

Y/Ns eyebrows lift in a delightful surprise, “Oh! Uh, thank you…..?”

Eren reaches out his hand. “Eren.” Y/N takes it and shakes it. “Thank you, Eren. It's nice to meet you.”

Eren smirks, “Nice to meet you too Y/N.”

Again I hope you enjoyed reading, sorry if it’s like so descriptive I just want y'all to imagine what I'm imagining. Idk if this fluff really but it does make me gooey inside like when I do read fluff so

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Automaniac (I)

Synopsis. His steel made heart wasn’t supposed to beat for you.

pairing(s): yan!cyborg!jk x owner!human fem!reader. ??? X reader

warning. DARK, ANGST, YANDERE, JEALOUSY, robot!koo, FLUFF, ~feels~, POSESSIVE BEHAVIOR. Very dark, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR AND OBSESSION, this is soft?? Ig??

CW: FLUFF, SOFT YANDERE, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR, he compliments you a lot... he’s in love with you, like completely smitten... wow... red flags.... not edited. Written in mixed povs.

[THE ART BELOW IS NOT MINE, belongs to the owner, credited to them.]

important notes. This au is set in 2043 so obviously technology has advanced and robots are able to feel, he has a mechanical heart, his behaviour is just like a human being, he is able to cry too, lol this is fiction, anything can happen 🤷🏻‍♀️ if you’d like to be tagged pls lmk! :dd

note. CAN I JUST SAY HOW PROUD I AM OF THE TITLE NAME?!! IM SO IN LOVE WITH MY SHITTY BRAINNNN!!!! WOHOOOOO MY SECOND SERIES!!!! IM SO EXCITED YET NERVOUS FOR THIS NGL... I mean this genre is pretty difficult for me because it’s sci-fi... so go easy on me... it’s as always yandere and tbh guys?? This fic is literally my worst nightmare... don’t ask why but robots creep the fuck out of me... I really hope he’ll be able to make a smol place in ur heart. FEEDBACK IS NEEDED DESPERATELY. Please share your thoughts ENJOY! Enjoy your robot!koo ;) EEEK MY FIRST EVER SERIESSSS SHHHHHH AHHH!!!

EDIT: DAMNNNN GUYS LOOK AT THE HEADER @kithtaehyung MADE FOR ME!!!?~~ AHHHG RYEN IM ACTUALLY FUCKING AMAZEDDDD PLS— HE LOOKS LIKE A LITERAL CYBORG AHHH IM OBSESSED. YOU REALLY EXCEEDED MY EXPECTATIONS! I’m totally in luv with this. TYSM PLS! you’re amazing!

So... jk is a mix between a robot and a cyborg, ;) I love how this all doesn’t make sense at all. But lol please give this a chance. Have a Rose 🌹 ENJOY!

Masterlist.

The world had advanced.

It was 2043 and the world depended on A.I. And you were no exception.

“Noona, it is time for you to get ready, you have a meeting with DR. L/N.” Your robot, JK-97 reminds you as you inhale deeply and watch him sit down next to you with a steaming mug of coffee in his hands. “I know, jungkook.” Jungkook, The robot, stares at your face, his eyes shiny, full of light, his lips pressed together in a straight line.

“Noona, you look tired.” He speaks up as he passes you your mug. “An average human should get 8 hours of sleep.” You look back at him and smile at his innocent face. He was quick to mimic the expression and smiled back at you. “You’re so caring, JK.” You compliment the now, blushing boy. Your eyes widened with shock.

It was scary that how much technology had advanced. Robots were now no different than humans. It was terrifying sometimes. Truly. Jungkook coming into your life was unplanned.

Your robot was a gift from your father for your twentieth birthday. JK-97, your fathers biggest creation yet. It had been now four years since jungkook came into your life. And it was safe to say that you were used to him being your only companion. “Noona. My senses indicate that you’re thinking about something. Your body language tells me you’re nervous.”

And he was right, as always.

“Hmm... yeah... I am nervous I guess? I mean my father rarely asks me to come to his lab...” you played with the mug as you took a sip of the steaming coffee. “Noona?” You sigh, Jungkook stares back at you with intensity, the sudden change in his demeanour making you nervous. “Yes... JK?”

It was like you two were having an eye contact competition when you raised your eyebrows at him. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’m here with you.” Jungkook raises his right hand and takes your left hand in his. “Always.” Jungkooks eyes never leave your face, his “iron” like grip tightening around your hand when the moment is interrupted by the buzzing sound of an alarm bell.

Coming from him.

“JK! Your heart beats rising.” And the robot just stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. The default colour of his eyes changing to red.

...weird. Maybe this could be a minor glitch?

“JUNGKOOK! Calm down, sweetheart..” but no use, his heart beat only rises. You look at him with concern while making his “heart” thump rapidly.

His mind was starting to glitch. Only pictures of you surrounding the robot’s processor.

His owner Y/N.

Jungkook could never ever disobey you.

You were his owner, his everything. He was made for you, only you. He was created to be used by you, he was made to serve you, his purpose was to always be with you, no matter what.

“JK, will you be fine, sweetheart? I have to go now. I’ll be back in a few hours!” You were hesitant, Jungkook could tell, his eyes observed you. “Noona, you look so pretty.” Jungkook responds to your question with a completely different answer. The cyborg was distracted with you.

“Thank you, Jungkook! Don’t forget to charge yourself unlike last time!” You instructed him and he nodded, pouting his lips. “Noona... do you really have to go?”

Jungkooks system was given a newer update so it was obvious that he had learned about numerous things, including more human facial expressions. “Yes, kook, it is important. I don’t know but I’ll be back, soon.” You smiled as you blew the pouting man a kiss.

“This expression suits you a lot, you look cute.” You compliment him, giggling at his unusual cute expressions.

And Jungkook felt like his CPU malfunctioned for a bit. “Noona, you think I’m cute?” He gets up from the bed as he walks towards you, his orbs glowing, almost.

“Um... JK Your update is definitely more advanced than before..” you laugh and jungkook can swear that he feels something flutter inside him.

“You have the most melodious laugh ever, Y/N noona..” he is careful with the choice of his words. “Can you smile please, Noona?” Jungkook asks you. You raise your eyebrow at him but listen to him.

Jungkook captures the sight inside his eyes, by only blinking twice. “You’re too beautiful Noona.” He compliments unknowningly, busy admiring the image, not noticing your exit.

As Jungkook snaps back to reality, he finds himself alone in your room. “Y/N noona is gone.” His face falls, suddenly feeling sad. He walks towards the charging area and quickly connects himself to power.

He closes his eyes and settles on the seat. As the cyborg starts to view your countless pictures in his memory, he feels a weird overwhelming vibration inside his metal chest.

Oh, how he could stare at you forever. He could, if only you’d allow him to... Jungkook considered himself the luckiest robot ever made. He feels very thankful to your father for creating him for you.

His Y/N... he was your Jungkook, only made for you. The robot felt a strong sense of emotion towards you. It felt a lot stronger... noticeably since his latest update.

His senses of feelings were improving a lot.

The feelings that he felt for you. “JK loves Y/N noona. Very much.”

Walking towards your father’s lab, you feel confused. He never really called you to his work place, unless...

He made a new creation. And the last time you visited the lab was four years ago, when JK-97 aka Jungkook came into your life. But... you did not feel excited this time.

You just weren’t feeling good.

This time, you were feeling like your life was going to be turned around forever...and boy in a good way. You closed your eyes and inhaled. No.. you’re probably overthinking.

It was going to be good, right? Your instincts were strong but you had to let go of the paranoia settling in your mind. Exhaling, you knocked on the door in front of your eyes.

“Dad! I’m here!”

[elbiotipo]

I still haven't watched the Obi Wan Kenobi seriessss I need to but I need to save my academic future first

[onthepageoftears]

Hold Them Closer ~ Ch.11 [Jaskier x assassin!reader] || Witcher

A/N: Two chapters left! Imma miss this seriessss

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Summary: A side job brings more than you could have imagined.

Warnings: language, banter, mentions of fighting, cliffhanger :o

Words: 1,098

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

The next morning, the four of you were off to return to the small village in Velen. The night was slow, taunting you as time moved at its painfully sluggish pace. You let your eyes rest on the path ahead of you, Jaskier’s arm wrapped securely around your waist. You heard his voice behind you, along with Theo’s, but your mind was elsewhere.

That was until Jaskier’s voice was particularly loud from behind you.

“You really think I will take lessons from a child?”

You turned your head, catching the look of annoyance on Theo’s face as she followed alongside Buttercup on her own horse. “I’m grown.”

Jaskier scoffed. “No one who’s grown actually has to prove it.”

“Will you shut your mouth, old man?”

“Old man?” Jaskier’s grip on your waist tightened, his teeth gritted as he tried speaking quietly, “Why do we always get stuck with children?”

“I told you, I’m not a child! I’m practically an adult.”

“Practically being the keyword.” He turned his face back towards you, speaking lowly into your ear. “At least Lilla was quiet.”

You snorted at the mention of the other little (or, grown) girl you had previously come across. It seemed you weren’t the only one making connections to your experience with Lilla and Theo, though Jaskier’s had more of a…spiteful reminiscing.

Though it certainly wasn’t amusing everyone (Jaskier was nearly steaming and Geralt was extremely quiet — even more so than usual), Theo and Jaskier’s interactions left a warm feeling in your chest. Maybe it distracted you from your own journey, from the hope you were losing every second.

Deciding to break the undoubtedly entertaining tension between the bard and girl, you cleared your throat. “So, Theo. Where’d you learn to fight?”

She ignored your gaze for a moment, letting her eyes settle on the road ahead. “My mom and I learned from the blacksmith in town. She said we needed to be ready for anything.”

You pursed your lips, keeping your eyes on the girl. “I thought you said she didn’t trust you?”

Theo rolled her eyes dramatically. “Just because I know how to fight doesn’t mean she likes me to do it.”

You pursed your lips, eyebrows raising in surprise. You knew you were very different from the girl — as a kid, you never would’ve have spoken as she did, but then again, you weren’t exactly silent. If Rauf had been like her mother, you wouldn’t have nearly the same amount of issues you did now. Fighting would be a choice, not a lifestyle. You wouldn’t have the guilt you did now — instead, you would probably have done just what Theo did: used your skills for real good.

A wave of newfound respect for the girl washed over you as you watched her atop her horse. With a sigh you nodded your head, turning away from her. “She seems like a good mom.”

Theo took a second before responding, her voice lower than usual. “She is.”

The sound of hooves took over once again, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts. You tried to keep your mind away from your mother, for now. Instead, you focused on Jaskier’s fingers tapping on your waist, the rhythm calming you as his music usually did.

Geralt’s gruff voice took you out of your trance, now riding alongside Theo’s horse. “Where did you get your sword from?”

“It’s a hand me down.” She didn’t bother giving any more information, and Geralt didn’t press her. Instead, she gripped her horses’ reigns tighter. “My village is just up here. Mom’ll probably have the reward waiting.”

Before you could respond, she was riding ahead, face firm in determination. You followed close behind, watching as the village came slowly into view. Not much had changed since you were last here, though it was only a day.

Theo slowed down as the four of you entered the village, ignoring the eyes that followed you as you passed. Your eyes settled on the back of Theo’s head, wondering what she was thinking. It was as if all of a sudden she had gone really quiet, which, from the time you had spent with her, seemed very unlike her.

Instead of saying anything, you followed close behind, and soon, the three of you were led you to what looked to be a small shop — one you hadn’t seen the other day. Theo slid off her horse, taking her time tying it to the post in front of the shop. You did the same, keeping your gaze on the girl beside you. She was avoiding anyone’s gaze, tying her third knot by the time Jaskier slid to the ground next to you.

He placed a hand on your back, face scrunched in slight annoyance. “What are we waiting for?”

Theo looked up, finally leaving her fourth knot alone. She looked up from you to Jaskier to Geralt, her eyes shifting so she didn’t keep anyone’s gaze too long.

You spoke, finally getting her attention. “I’m sure she won’t be mad.”

“I’m not worried about that.” Theo snapped, making you raise a brown in response. She rolled her eyes, avoiding your gaze once more. “She always gets…uptight about this stuff.

“Can’t imagine why.” Jaskier scoffed, but let out a small ‘oof’ when you elbowed him in the stomach.

“We’ll be right with you. To back you up.”

Theo bit her lip. She looked at you for a moment, and you couldn’t tell what flashed in her eyes — worry, annoyance, or respect. They were very different emotions, but reading Theo was almost as hard as reading Geralt; only with Theo, her emotions were close to to your own.

After another second of idle waiting, Theo huffed and practically marched her way towards the front of the shop. The three of you followed close behind, getting ready for the Mama Bear that was about to attack. But when you stepped foot in that tiny little shop, your mind only on helping Theo, you weren’t expecting what was there in front of you.

The breath was completely knocked out of you at the sight of the woman at the counter. Her eyes widened once you walked in the shop, immediately falling on the young girl in front of you. She gasped, rushing out from behind the counter to collapse into the girl with a hug. Your mouth was slightly ajar, heart beating faster than anything you ever felt. Because the woman standing in front of you, hugging Theo with a grip unlike anything you’d ever seen — that woman was your mother.

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[yuto-non]

Mr. Choi

Pairing: Choi San x Reader, Seonghwa x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Dom!San, ceo!san, eventual rough sex, alcohol consumption, eventually a lot of stuff but not much now, SERIESSSS.

A/n: Haven’t written in forever, but I missed it. Hope you enjoy a good ol’ San series as much as I do. Also hope you’re in for a lot of smut and tons of angst.

Today was the big day, the day you never thought would come. The day you had been dreaming of, working towards, but you never even imagined would be happening so quickly. When you first walked through the doors of the very well known corporate office, in the middle of Seoul, you never thought you’d be where you are now. Back then, you didn’t even know you’d get the job to begin with, but here you were, gripping your cheap brown box filled with your supplies, and attempting to keep your mind calm while you watched the numbers on the top of the marble lined elevator increase, taking you all the way to the top floor. You had never been to the top floor, you didn’t know what to expect behind the metal doors, and the thought was creating butterflies and anxiety to bubble in your stomach. This had all happened so quickly. It felt as though just the other day, you were hurried into a large room, sparsely decorated, and sat into a more aesthetically pleasing than comfortable chair to be interviewed. You had merely put an application in as a dream. You always wanted to work in this building, since you saw it as a kid. The large skyscraper was difficult to miss as you drove around Seoul. The building was lined in the most grandiose windows, always busy, and some of the most influential people in business in the entire world walked through those doors. After getting a degree in business, you found yourself applying to be a receptionist, just to get your foot in the door, and to try to build a name for yourself. Applying as a receptionist while you held a degree might seem like a backtrack to some, but not to you. This job meant everything to you, and you knew to be a receptionist here would open so many more doors for you along the way.

That was almost a year ago, though, and you were quickly given raise after raise, and one promotion after another until you were swiftly thrown into your new position as secretary to the CEO of the world renowned business. Everything since you started seemed like a dream, and as you gripped your cardboard box harder, the numbers slowed to a halt. The dream you had been imagining for so long was becoming a reality, and the metal doors were sliding open, revealing the long awaited top floor. Light rushed through the opening of the doors, and the sound of voices trailed in. No one even looked in your direction, but your eyes began darting every which way. You had been given this promotion last minute, after the unfortunate firing of the now old secretary you were replacing. No one had given you much of a run-through of the job, and no one took the time to give you a tour or explain any details of this new position you held. Your legs woke up from their sleep, and you absentmindedly walked out of the elevator, continuing to take in the floor in its entirety. 

You pulled your box closer to your body as you scanned around the large open room. The entire floor was decorated in such a clean and minimalistic way. Everyone’s desk was stark white, with posh gold detailing and sleek decorations throughout the work spaces. Bodies filled the space, everyone looked so put together and otherworldly as they made their way through the work space so effortlessly. Your cardboard box felt like your only solace, the only thing you still had, the only thing you still knew. That anxiety was creeping through your entire body, and even if no one was looking at you, you felt as though eyes were burning over every inch of you. You quickly moved to the side of the elevator, taking a few deep breaths to suppress the anxiety growing throughout, and to focus on the small task at hand. Finding your desk.

Your eyes locked onto the back corner of the floor. The only part of this entire floor that was closed off, the CEO’s office. Large windows made up a wall of separation, but one could not see in so easily. Plush red curtains fell across every single window, creating a wall of crimson between the CEO himself and his employees. You figured your desk must be close by, so your wobbly legs worked up the courage to head through the mass of people and to your newly appointed work area. The walk felt longer than it realistically was, and as your eyes met the clean white desk that was situated neatly in front of the CEO’s office, they were quickly torn away and landed upon a body that made its way around your desk to greet you on the other side.

“Hello, there. You must be the new lucky secretary.” His beautiful smile radiated through your entire body, while his hand came forward to meet yours. You fumbled with your box, clumsily dropping it on your new desk and reciprocating the greeting.

“Hello! Yes, yes I am.” You swallowed the nerves before you spoke, shaking his hand and returning the warm welcome. “What’s your name?”

“Seonghwa, it’s very nice to meet you.” His smile never left his beautiful face. His jawline was like nothing you have seen before, perfectly chiseled and framed by the most gorgeous and perfectly styled blonde locks. His entire person was dressed and put together flawlessly, obviously someone who took pride in their appearance. You tripped over your words, introducing yourself while you began to nervously unpack your belongings. Seonghwa continued to watch you, leaning back some and crossing his arms.

“We usually get together every so often after work for some drinks. You should join us tonight, so we can all get to know you better.” His smile seemed to turn into more of a smirk as he watched for your reaction. You took a hard swallow. You usually are very social, sure, but the nerves had gotten the best of you. This new position had your head swimming with questions, and to top it all off, a gorgeous man was inviting you to drinks with all of your very successful new co-workers. You hesitantly accepted, and before you could get another word out, Seonghwa’s hand reached for your cell phone from the desk. He tapped his number into your phone, and placed it back onto your desk after saving it. “Well, talk to you later, then. I work over there” his hand motioned to the opposite side of the room, “if you have any questions or just want to talk.” He bowed his head, shuffling his hands into his pockets and flashing you another breathtaking smile before he took off to his desk. 

As soon as Seonghwa was out of sight, you let out all the air you had been holding in. From the moment you started this job, you had very limited social interactions outside of it. You had poured your entire self into this job to get to the position you’re in now, working tirelessly day and night, devoting hours of overtime, and sacrificing any sort of a dating life, to move your way up in the company. The thought of letting loose and getting to know the people you were now surrounded by over some drinks sounded wonderful, exactly what you needed. You continued to organize your belongings while you day dreamed about the night you would hopefully spend having fun and relaxing, well deserved after such a long period of never getting out. Your phone buzzed on the desk, sending vibrations through your arms and bringing your attention on the glowing screen.

Seonghwa’s name appeared on your screen, complete with a heart emoji that he had artfully entered himself. You smiled to yourself and began to reach for your phone, but your phone was dropped from your hand the moment you had it as your entire body froze on command. Your name hit your ears with a boom, a voice so smooth and deep flowed through the room and you spun on your chair to see who could be calling your name. 

Your eyes were met with those of Mr. Choi. CEO of the company you had worked tirelessly for. The company that held all your dreams, the company that could easily make or break your future. The person who ran this entire thing, the head of it all, and your new boss, Mr. Choi. His face looked less than amused, and once your attention was on him, he spun around and disappeared into his office. You took this as an invitation to follow, and quickly gathered what little courage you had and followed behind him. As your hand twisted the cold metal handle that opened the door to his office, your heart almost stopped in your chest, knowing where you were about to be.

Mr. Choi was rumored to be a very strict man. Very cold and closed off to everyone in the office. No one really knew how he was outside of the office, as he never chose to interact with anyone after work hours. Before this moment, you had very limited interactions yourself with Mr. Choi, and had never really exchanged a word with him. You had seen him walk in the lobby before everyone arrived, and you always saw him leave last, but you never spoke. He was very intimidating, without even trying, and your willpower to enter the room alone with him was quickly fading. Before you could chicken out and run, you quickly threw open the door, slid inside, and closed the door behind you.

Mr. Choi’s face didn’t flinch, as he motioned for you to sit in the lavish chair in front of his desk. You tried to swallow, calm yourself down, and move to the chair like a normal person, but you were caught in awe at the room before you. It was decadent, but not over done. Simple, but left an impression. Red and black accents through the sophisticated and modernly designed room, with windows from floor to ceiling overlooking downtown Seoul. The aesthetic of the room perfectly matched the man before you. San stood behind his desk, his black and red accented hair falling flawlessly on his forehead, accentuating his already impeccable facial structure. His sharp eyes pierced through you, sending jolts of nervousness and excitement down your spine from one look. You had never felt such intimidation, and as quickly as you entered the room and became encapsulated by your surroundings, you were sitting in the plush chair in front of Mr. Choi. You politely folded your hands in your lap, crossing your legs and plastering a bright smile on as your introduced yourself.

“I’ve heard of your credentials, and noticed you moved to this position rather quickly.” Mr. Choi cut right to the chase, almost skipping over your introduction completely. You shifted in your seat, messing with the fabric of your skirt to hide some of your nerves as he spoke. “I hope you can live up to what HR had said about you. I need someone competent. I hold my secretary to a high level of trust and privacy. You will witness things not many in this company see or hear, so I need someone who will be professional and on top of their job.” His eyes looked emotionless, fully business, and absolutely uninterested in anything you had to say. You swallowed hard and nodded, not even attempting to bother him with your words. “Please report to my office every morning so we can go over the details of the day. Thank you.” His eyes pierced through you again, and once they were torn away from you and onto his work, you took the hint. 

You collected your false sense of bravery and twirled out of your chair, heading towards the door. The cold handle met your hand again, but your body still burned from the pair of eyes that were stuck on you. Your head turned to see Mr. Choi, staring you down with a look that could certainly kill, if not, cause you to throw the door open and rush to the safety of your desk faster than you thought possible. Once in your own chair, all the oxygen you had been holding in your lungs came out, and you attempted to relax. Something about Mr. Choi was so intimidating, so daunting, yet..so exciting. He was so powerful, known around the entire world, and you were his newly entrusted secretary, which is something not many people could say. 

The day was coming to an end, and your phone once again sent reverberations through your desk as it buzzed. Seonghwa again. For someone you had known for such a short amount of time, it was a name you were very happy to see, even with the dinky heart attached. You safely grabbed you phone, and read the texts with a smile on your face.

Seonghwa: Hope to see you tonight, new girl. 8pm.

Seonghwa: Don’t wear anything too nice.

You chuckled to yourself, and grabbed your purse. It was about time to resign for the night, and you needed to get ready to meet everyone. You took one last look over at Mr. Choi’s office. Part of you felt the need to say goodbye, but the other part that wanted to leave and start new tomorrow won. You didn’t want to be suffocated by his eyes again, and so you shuffled into the elevator with other departing co-workers. 

You didn’t spend too much time at home. Seonghwa told you not to wear anything too nice, whatever that meant, so you had made your way home, dressed, and got to the bar by a respectable 8:30. Your ensemble of the night seemed fitting for the venue. Some distressed jean shorts and a basic white t-shirt, completed with some black ankle boots. You weren’t one to dress up unless at work, and this was a comfortable outfit for a night out drinking with some new co-workers. You felt confident, which could be your outfit or the two shots of vodka you tossed back before leaving your apartment. Either way, you strolled into the bar and looked around casually for your only connection, Seonghwa. 

“Hey, new girl!” His familiar voice echoed through the loud bar, and you turned your head to be met with that gorgeous face of his. His warm smile beamed through the crowd, and you began to make your way over to the corner him and your co-workers had shelled out. Seonghwa got up from his seat to greet you, immediately pulling you into a hug. His arms wrapped around your back, pulling you in close. His breath already smelled of sweet liquor, and his body felt warm and strong pressed against you. You relaxed in his arms, and breathed in his sweet scent. Seonghwa’s hands trailed to your lower back as he broke the hug, pulling you by your hip over to the seats. You slid into your designated booth, and began to introduce yourself to all your co-workers who decided to drink the night away with you. 

“Hello! My name is Mingi, nice to meet you!” A tall guy with shaggy brown hair beamed over to you. His smile was absolutely contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile back as you introduced yourself. “Brave of you to take such a position, you sure you can handle it?” Mingi questioned you, tipping his drink back into his throat.

You laughed a bit under your breath and shrugged. Seonghwa became more brave, and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Hey, Mingi, that isn’t very nice. She seems excellent already, don’t doubt her!” Seonghwa rose to your defense, squeezing your side. You couldn’t help but blush, leaning yourself a bit closer to Seonghwa out of reaction. Mingi just chuckled and shrugged as he continued to take sips of his drink. 

“I didn’t mean to doubt her! More of a warning.” Mingi argued. He slouched back into the cushioning of the booth, laughing at your reaction of rolling your eyes and stealing a sip from Seonghwa’s drink. 

The waitress finally made her way to your table, and without a word from your own mouth, drinks were suddenly in front of you. A drink and two more shots, to be exact. Mingi and Seonghwa raised one of each of their own shots, motioning for you to follow. You picked yours up, and tapped them all together before sliding the sweet and sour liquid down your throat, wincing slightly from the strong liquor burn. 

“Whoo! Working for Mr. Choi will certainly bring these nights out of you, be prepared.” Seonghwa pointed to the other shot glass, which you eagerly threw back yourself, not waiting for anyone else to join in. He was right. You could already feel the intensity of the person you worked for, and you were already stressed out more than you had been this entire journey. Tonight is just what you needed, and you already convinced yourself you’d pay the consequences later. Seonghwa’s hand tightened on your waist, and Mingi’s eyes opened wide at your brashness. 

“Well, someone is ready.” Mingi cheered, throwing his own shot back, and starting in on his new drink shortly after. 

The night carried on as such, shots here and there, cheering, laughing, and a lot of squeezes and touches by Seonghwa. His hands got more and more brazen, moving to your thighs, squeezing them, and playing with the distressed edging of your shorts. The more alcohol that was consumed, the more Mingi trailed off to talk to other co-workers, or find his way around the bar to talk to other girls. Mingi had found himself wrapped in a conversation with a girl a few booths down, and Seonghwa took advantage of his absence. One of his hands slid between your legs, rubbing your inner thigh gently, but waiting for your reaction before moving any closer. Your legs instinctively slid open, allowing him easier access to your already throbbing core. 

It felt as though it had been forever since you had someone touch you like this. Work had overtaken your life, soaking up all of your time, leaving none for anyone else. Your body was on fire, longing for more, and a small whimper pressed passed your lips as Seonghwa’s hand made its way further up your inner thigh. A soft smirk graced his lips as your needy noises, and the gentle pushing of your hips towards his hand. You could feel your pussy, soaked already as his hand took its time making its way to where you needed it so badly. 

“I know we just met..” His warm breath hit your ear and the side of your neck, sending chills down your spine and creating even more tension in your core. “But fuck..you’re so fucking hot, I knew I needed you the moment I saw you today.” And with that sentence, which alone was enough to create a burning fire straight down to your pussy, his teeth gently nipped at your ear lobe, causing a moan to break from your throat, as you struggled to remain quiet. Your entire body was on edge, you needed to get out of there, you needed to feel Seonghwa all over your entire body. Seonghwa laughed at your neediness, and his hand stopped in its tracks, squeezing your inner thigh before the heat from his hand left, as he peeled it away from you. 

Your head turned to look at Seonghwa. Both of yours pupils had blown wide, your lips parted as you attempted to regulate your breathing. You bit your lip, taking in a deep breath and letting out a dramatic sigh. “Seonghwaaaa…” You whined his name. His eyes lit up at the noise, and his hand slowly moved up and down your leg, but it wasn’t close enough to your core, it wasn’t what you needed.

“Yes?” His smirk was evil, such a tease. You knew he wanted you just as much, but this torturous game would be much more fun if you hadn’t been so deprived of touch. 

Words were something you normally had no trouble finding. You began to articulate a sentence to him, something along the lines of needing him so badly, ending with your address, but all of that was quickly put on hold as the bar door swung open and a figure appeared. Mr. Choi.

What was he doing here?! He never came out, as far as you know. Sure, you’ve never really dabbled in after time with co-workers, but the rumors you’ve heard, Mr. Choi was not one for after hours socialization. It felt as though every head, co-workers or not, turned in unison to look at the demanding figure in the doorway. Mr. Choi made his way to the bar, not bothering to look at anyone else. You felt frozen. He didn’t even look at you, but you felt so intimidated and completely sober all of the sudden. Seonghwa’s eyebrow cocked up as he looked Mr. Choi up and down. “Hmm...I haven’t seen him out in what feels like years..” He passively commented, almost under his breath. 

Mr. Choi was still wearing his perfectly tailored suit, but his jacket was missing. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms and his smooth skin. His hair was swept to the side of his forehead, exposing his tired eyes. You could tell he worked yet another late night, so why was he here? He should probably be sleeping..right?

Why were you so interested? He’s your boss, and runs a very successful company, known around the world. He doesn’t need you so concerned or interested. You shrugged off your thoughts, and began to sip on your drink again as you watched Mr. Choi from the corner of your eye. He walked up to the bar, without a word, a shot of dark liquor appeared in front of him. Mr. Choi had a seat in a chair in a far corner, away from everyone else, as he slowly nursed his expensive liquor.

“What is he doing here.” You grumbled. Seonghwa laughed, squeezing your thigh, before leaning close to your neck again.

“Who cares? Let’s not be here.” You could hear the sly tone of his voice as he gently pulled you to follow him out of the booth. You easily complied, and upon standing, could feel every ounce of liquor you drank rush to your head. Your entire body became warm, your head swirled and a giggle broke past your lips. 

“Okay okay, let’s go.” You returned the smile to Seonghwa and once the dizziness had faded, you took one last look over to Mr. Choi.

But he was gone. In your state of intoxication, both alcohol and sexual, you didn’t take much time to care, and quickly follow Seonghwa to the door. As you reached for the handle, a voice stopped Seonghwa. “Hey! Seonghwa! I haven’t seen you in forever!” A face appeared, but you weren’t sure who it was. His hair was a dark gray, and his big cheeks broke into a huge smile as he pulled Seonghwa in for a hug. Seonghwa returned the gesture, and looked back to you.

“Hey, I’ll just be a moment, wait outside for me?” He winked, and let go of your hand. It didn’t even register than he didn’t bother you introduce you, so you just nodded along and walked outside into the crisp night air. 

Air smelled better at night. You loved the dampness, but the coolness all in one. You closed your eyes and took in a huge breath of fresh air as you walked to the side of the door, leaning on the cooling brick wall. 

“I hope you don’t do anything you regret before work tomorrow.” A voice pierced through the quiet city noise. Mr. Choi. That voice was so recognizable, you could pick it out anywhere. Your eyes shot open, your body stiffened, and you scrambled to find where he was..which wasn’t difficult, as he stood right in front of you.

You could feel his body heat, and feel his stare burning into you. His hands were in his pockets, his forearms still exposed and his hair messily tossed around. He looked so tired and stressed, but still so terrifyingly demanding. You gulped down any words you thought you had, and attempted to sink into the wall. Here you were. Middle of the night, in some way too short jeans, a simple white t shirt, and more drunk than you thought you would ever be, standing painfully close to your brand new boss. 

Mr. Choi’s eyes didn’t dance much further than your eyes, and his daunting gaze brought shivers down your entire body. 

“I’ve never met such a quiet secretary.” Mr. Choi spoke again. An absolute jab, knocking even more wind out of you. How did you reply? What was there to say? 

“I’ll be there bright and early tomorrow.” The best you could come up with. You nodded your head, and attempted to move past Mr. Choi. You wanted to head back inside, meet up with Seonghwa and continue the night you had planned in your head. You were too far in to go back. A tight grip wrapped around your wrist, halting any idea of movement you might have had.

“You better be. I wouldn’t want you in trouble on your first day.” His grip was gone the moment the last word left his mouth, and he smoothly made his way away from your body and into a parked car. His driver drove away before you could comprehend any words, and your brain spun absolutely out of control. You sunk against the brick once more, watching as the car made its way down the streets of Seoul. 

“Hey, sorry about that. You ready to get out of here?” Seonghwa appeared like clock work, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you away from the brick. You wanted to. Your body really wanted to, but your mind didn’t know what it wanted. Your entire night had been shifted around and stopped. You sighed, pulling away from Seonghwa.  

“I hope you understand, but I can’t tonight. Tomorrow is my first full day on the job. Rain check?” You gave a weak smile, squeezing his shoulders in hopes of lightening the let down. It hurt you to say this yourself, but Mr. Choi’s words rang through your head and sent fear through your body. You didn’t want to make a bad impression, and you were already off to a rough start. Seonghwa returned your smile, and planted the sweetest kiss on top of your forehead. 

“Absolutely, anytime.” You let out a sigh of relief, and gave Seonghwa a hug before peeling his body from yours. It was late. Too late. And you needed to get home, sober up, sleep, and get to work. Mr. Choi said so himself.