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moonlightknightess · 2 years ago

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I have horny prompt like : floch watching his boss (eren) fucking his wives (mikasha) in his office.

Lmao

I'm sorry this is just so random 🤣 like why Floch? Why especifically him out of any of the rest of the characters? And why are they doing it in his office!? (Unless u meant Eren's office, if that's the case im sorry cuz I already wrote the whole thing lol) I'm really curious abt it

Not like I mind tbh, he never struck to me as a character so I don't really care giving him a hard time lol

I'm sorry in advance for anyone who genuinely likes him and read this by any chance, because I did him dirty 💀

Anyways, enjoy!

If anyone ever asked him why he hated Eren Yeager so much, he would go into an endlesss rambling so long that would make the poor soul that asked him that question regret all the decisions that lead them to be at that exact time and thay exact moment

For starters, he has known the fucker ever since college in the law program, for almost a decade especifically, and his experience dealing with him has to be one of the worst he has ever did dealing with any normal person, but it's not like he is a normal person afterall

The guy was basically a ticking bomb, always at the vergue to explode at the smallest provocations, which really became a problem the moment he started to pick on him just because he had the audicity to call his midget blond friend "four eyes" once, jumping into his defense like his fucking husband and giving him a hard time whenever they run into each other

Another thing he hated about him was his mountain sized ego, always acting like top notch shit at everything he participated at, getting the best grades despite spending more time at parties than working his ass on his career or getting rewarded for his performance at the football's competitions even though he hardly tries at all, the dumb nuts that always surround him feeding his narcisism with praises and by basically licking his boots, simply disgusting

But if there is something that he hated the most about him it's how lucky he was

It was already bad enough that he seemed to do good on his grade despite not trying at all, but the fact that he got lucky in the genetic lottery was simply so fucking unfair, giving him all the right traits that made girls fall to his feet and getting the best body genetic to presume to everybody else, the perfect example of annoying gym bro that can't shut up about himself

The fact that there was someone so fucked up in the head to willingly date him like that chick with the scar in the cheek was just amusing

So much wasted potential to be honest, he can only pity her

And yet, when he thought he wouldn't have to deal with his bullshit anymore now that he graduated but was meet with the fact that the very first job he landed he met him again, and even more upsetting, managed to become his boss, he almost wanted to jump off the window

There was simply no way life could favorite someone this much

That's why, when he went to his office to bring him the workpapers of the cases and saw him fucking the living shit out of an unknown woman right on his desk, he couldn't think about something else than ruining his life, taking out his phone and reconding the whole thing from start to end, making a note of asking Jean for that Ackerman girl once he is done

This time he wont get away with it

- ... Are you serious? - Said the female voice frim the other like, unsure

- Of course I am! - He said almost screaming, already fed up with her - I sent you the video! He was fucking a girl in his office! -

- I can hardly see anything in that video, it's too blurry - He really wanted to shout at her face how delusional she was, he knows she really was down bad for him if she was willing to marry that idiot but this was stupid

The video didn't look that bad!

Plus she didn't even sound that upset about the prospect of her husband cheating on her

- Can you describe her at least? - Said Mikasa

- She is a redhead! - he tried to explain, getting all the details he could from his memories - She ties her hair in a ponytail and got bangs on her forehead - He really doesn't want to remember all the details about that fucker fucking one of his whores stupid, but if he can ruin his marriage by doing it then so be it - She got tannish skin too -

The memories are still fresh in his mind, the overreacting and annoying moans of the bitch still ringing inside his head as he grunted like a sick dog in heat, watching every single snap of his hips on her thick thighs and the slight jump her breast did out of her unbuttoned shirt, the ripped pantyhose giving him the view of the pinkest slit he has ever seen, ruined by his horrible shaft, watching the whole thing just making him feel like throwing up and yet enduring it until they seemed to be done

Just making sure it was really Eren, nothing more

- Oh - She simply said as response, not quite the reaction he was expecting from her - I think I know who she is... thanks for telling me -

- You're welc- but before he could say something else she hung up

It's not like ti mattered anyways, once he goes bsck to work he will hopefully met the wondeful sight of the asshole dealing with a divorce, and if he was lucky, he would get to see him getting fired for having sex in work installations

For once, he will win against Eren Yeager

Unfortunely, instead of being met with the news of his boss being fired, he went to his office to meet the sight of him accompanied by two women, the very same girl from before now along with his wife, both of them lying on his office desk as the mess of papers and clothes on the ground grew larger, witnessing in first seat rows how he basically destroyed a week worth of work by ruining it with their disgusting sweat and the distinct white threads staining the document he spent so long working on

- What the fuck? - He meant to shout it, to scream it, but instead, it came out as a small whisper, so small it was swallowed by the sounds they were making

Swallowed by the sounds of the two bitches that might as well haven't be dicked down in a long time, the one he knows it's his wife getting drilled by him in a way that makes it look like a performance for a freacking porno, her body throwing and tossing in every direction, making the few left documents fall to the ground, the other woman on her side eliciting more curses out of her with every kiss delivered to her chest and the quick rub of her fingers on her clit, circle motioned movements making her whimper im the same way his fingers make her grith her teeth and bite on the snowy white skin of her companion

- Oh? - It was him who speaked this time, voice so codescending and uninterested and yet with so much edge that it brings back the memories he tried to bury inside his mind for so much time, body shaking just at hearing it - What's the matter? I thought you liked watching, snitching bitch -

His stomach dropped to the ground just hearing at those words and the meaning behind them, cursing at himself for watching him go for so long despite having already recorded enough evidence at the time

Cursing at himself for ever believing that bitch had the spine to confront him, instead of joining

He was just way too dumbfounded to react, to come up with something- anything to defend himself

Instead, he only could stood there, watching him have his way with his companions right in front of him, in the office he spents day and night working his ass off for a paycheck that barely helps him survive the month, fists tightening in hopes of using them for once but too afraid to do something about it

His only consolation prize coming in the form of enjoying the sight of the two women and their dreamlike bodies covered in mouth-watering lace underwear, to see them enjoying themselves by the actions of another man that was not him, by hearing them praise the very same fucker that made his time in college a living hell, whorshipping him in the only way a lover would, the intense glint of the silver white rings they all wear on their fingers making him understand why his plan failed

By watching the very same good for nothing fucker get favorited by life again and being given the life he deserved

- Now, don't get too comfortable, weirdo - It was hard to tell what he was saying, his words barely making out of the concert of moans he was focusing on creating, not even bothering to turn in his direction to make himself clear, his only priority being trying to make the two girls come undone by his hand, the Ackerman girl and the other woman by his side seemingly reaching their peak the more they struggled to breath and the more sweat formed on their bodies, hiz gaze lowering to the mess if papers he created for a second - You still need work to get done, unless you want to gwt fired... fuck -

He really wanted to beat the shit out of him right there, his feet slowly closing the gap in between them and his fists raising with the intention of eraising that shit eating smile he seemed to do just to provoke him, to get justice by himself for once, even if he had to go against the odds

And yet, when he flickered his gaze in his direction for flash of a second, he knew perfectly that there was no way he was doing that, that there was nl way in which he could fight him

Not when he knew for sure he could never win, nor when he knew the repercursions of even daring to do such a thing

He could only fall to his knees and gather the only dignity left in the ground in the form of the several papers he would surely have to rewrite, fingers trying to dry the whitey ooze of it in the hopes of recovering some of it

- Good job - Eren taunted, voice stil deafened by the voice of his girls, his non stoping hips coming to a stop the moment he heard one of them let out the loudest screams he has ever heard a woman made, his eyes locking themselves where she was dripping right to the floor

- Bring me some water too, will you? - He said, almost as if sensing him not doing what he was asked, hands hurriedly resuming gathering the seveeal papers on the floor, the voice of the redhead woman slowly growing to the point where she was the only thing he could hear, the nasty sounds of his figers stirring her insides - I won't be done here for a while -

His hold thightened in frustration, ruining the paper on his hand as he tried to think about all the wrong things he ever did to deserve all this shit...

#aot #eremikasasha #eremika #mikasasha #eresasha #smut #aot smut #eremikasasha drabble

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did-you-fall-for-a-shooting-star · 11 months ago

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ok so this ask is part invitation to ramble/infodump about chemistry stuff and part ask abt why u chose/enjoyed chemistry as ur major (pls idk what to do with my life lol. i like chemistry but idk if its enough to do it like as a career yknow?)

HELLO ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE JUST ASKED FOR

Okay. For starters I actually didn’t go into college with the intent of being a chemist. My original major was secondary education with a focus in chemistry. Aka I wanted to teach high school chem. And that was because of my high school chem teacher, he was amazing and inspired me. I felt like I learned so much in his classes and I wanted to be like him and inspire others

Obviously thats not the route that ended up happening

Throughout my first few years, I got really involved in the chemistry clubs on my campus (ACS, GSE, etc). There was a lot of community in the chemistry department and thats where I made a lot of my friends too. I had people to study with and we helped each other, there wasnt a lot of competition. Once we got to o chem we were all just trying to survive lol.

Meanwhile, in the education department, over the years I grew more and more critical of it. It felt very cold and inhospitable. I barely knew my classmates. It felt more like a job in that it just kinda wore me down. And dont get me wrong! I LOVED my kids. I loved the actual teaching part. It was amazing. I made it all the way to student teaching because of my love for those kids. BUT. After covid hit. The education world got weird. It got too political. Its not about the kids anymore, its about doing whatever administration says. And I just couldnt take it.

A month before I would have graduated, I switched my major. Admittedly, it had been something I was thinking about since my junior year. I had taken analytical and environmental chemistry the same semester and really felt like I found my niche. (Please note here: there is no chemist who is good at all types of chemistry).

I ended up taking a 5th year to finish out a chemistry degree and get a math minor as well. I was really nervous about that decision, but that last year made me feel so much more sure of myself. I took a third analytical class, quantum mechanics, and inorganic chemistry (among other things like biochem). I learned I was *really* good at those things (unlike biochem Im lucky I passed that one). And now I have a job. Doing some instrumental work and data analysis

So I guess my decision to go into chem in the first place is just because the teacher who inspired me happened to be teaching me chemistry (though I was always a fan of science at heart)

As far as liking it enough to make it a career… well… I’ve discovered that I dont think I’m personally going to like anything for 40 hours a week for the rest of my life. And thats probably because Im out of an academic environment now, but yeah. My goal is to be able to have a chemistry job part time. Because full time just kinda makes me dread it. And Im lucky to have things in the works that might let that come to fruition in the next few years, butttttttt. Thats more of a critique on society as a whole than specifically chemistry

#IM SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS #screaming.to.the.gods #mail tag

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mallbangs · 1 year ago

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in 2017, i tried to start this project where anyone could call a number and leave a voicemail of literally anything; sounds, memories, whatever they wanted that was tied to a music project called enoshima that had gone dormant until “recently”. i put “recently” in quotes bc i guess we will just have to wait and see (if ur like me with trying to find new music, if u do enough digging on the internet i’m sure you’ll find some stuff) the goal was to use a landline phone with cassette answering machine so i could keep hard copies for a future use of an idea. after buying three used landline phones and phone calls not triggering the answering machines but luckily would still get email copies of the few voicemail audio files i did…in short, the idea failed miserably due to lack of reach, personal reasons, and money because its not free to have a phone number lol and the enoshima project just went dormant with its own reasons as well…

in 2019, i started to brainstorm a more intentional concept that would connect the caller/listener with the music i had started to write (the current project, mallbangs, that i feel lucky enough and honored to work with the people i do now and have had worked with previously, when it always feels so embarrassing for me to release any of it) and the kind of experience i am trying to thread together now, community and a space in the art, music from inside and outside the digital space. i guess attempting to ground the way that i and i think a lot of ppl consume art these days; strictly through their phones.. it’s why i use my music in the voicemail videos and posts with the hope that ppl make the connection that it’s tied together..well.. it sorta started to gain very little traction but better than it had ever previously.

i think the fact that it began to reach ppl was in part due to 2020 and everything that started unfolding that year; pandemic, quarantine, school years and graduations/normal experiences just evaporated, here in the united states the murders of george floyd and rayshard brooks and the summer uprising of 2020.. i could obviously go on… come january 4th 2022, after a year or so of randomly posting about it because i started to think it wasn’t something ppl were really interested in, it went viral. i spent literally 24 hrs, multiple days, no sleep, emptying the voicemail box every 10 - 20 minutes because that many ppl were calling. i got so anxious, and this feeling of guilt because i wanted everyone who was calling to have the ability to leave one. i didn’t want to let anyone down those first weeks. it’s not as intense as it was then but im still emptying the voicemail box multiple times a day. i’m ngl i freaked out. it was completely overwhelming.

through out last year the project, my personal, and music accounts nearly got banned about 20 times or so because i was unaware that i was doing something that wasn’t allowed on a certain platform. somehow, all of the accounts survived, and it’s up to over 80k voicemails. i even started accepting DMs to post just in case speaking was too much for someone and that’s at a few thousand now. started a p.o. box as well and that’s been very little. allowing the project to evolve into web of different formats naturally as it feels that it wants to. i’m not sure if someone’s written words are any easier to absorb than hearing some ppls pain audibly. both written and audio recorded msgs have made me breakdown more than i can count on what seems inevitable but still for unknown reasons to myself, unexpected.

the new song gutter was inherently inspired and written about all of those emotions i had and have been feeling from the voicemails and what not as well as my own personal shit whether i was consciously aware of it at the time or not. some of the time im oblivious when writing. more often than not it just happens melodies and lyrics fall out like word vomit. stream of consciousness or serendipitous i guess. it became evident it was inspired by all of the aforementioned when i started trying to piece together random lyrics it already had ruminating and while demoing it out. the song had started to, in a way, show me what i was trying to convey. which is why you hear the guttural stutter in the beginning and end. its the dying sound of the radio in my car i no longer have for transportation and hundreds of voicemails collaged together in the demo. When i went to actually record the song, i insisted on keeping that collaged stutter of voicemail’s and noise bc it would have lost what i felt made it even more personal for me. idk if this is fucking pretentious or stupid to say, but that incessant stutter is like symbolic for getting drowned out when u need to be heard.. isolation.. denial.. i guess, if the lyrics are even that revealing. i always try to make lyrics not so surface level but yea i think this one is maybe more surface level than others and yea i just think the stutter sounds cool too.

if you’ve been following the music or the voicemail project for a while, this song could either have been a subliminal experience (of) or maybe surface level at best what its place is in either the VM project or in the music; descending from the official version, a demo version lazily titled “sorry demo”, and the early version which was an acoustic demo. the latter of said three versions had long been the de facto voicemail project song for a while, I guess.

if its familiar to you because you know me its probably because, as you know, I tend to neurotically play so many song ideas on the guitar into the ground that it’s to the point I don’t realize Im playing them when im around y’all lol

to everyone else, if this song had been familiar at all to you prior to it being released it is because the acoustic demo version was used around that period of time in 2022 when i was repeatedly getting threatened with being banned.. potentially losing the VM project’s account, the art, and the memories of genuine interactions with strangers that I often tend to think isn’t really real sometimes. Like having felt some of you accepted me for me or what I am emotionally/comfortably able to present to you online..and in that sentiment irl I maybe take for granted interactions with new potential friends or even strangers sometimes as well tbh.

I realize all of that previous paragraph could be redundant, im sorry :/ But, I have such strong passion for the music and the voicemail thing. So much so that i’ve never monetized any of the voicemail stuff. i’ve never made any “merch/products” to sell or have tried to turn it into a business because these things i create or write mean more to me than the idea of “curating for profit”. never intended for any of the voicemail stuff to be a “marketing strategy” thing. the music hasn’t been recognized as part of this thing, probably due to my lack of making the concept of all of this clear, and probably because of my pride in not wanting any of this to be perceived as such. which i know in this capitalistic hellscape it will be ripped off and done in such a way that someone may be successful from it, its already happening as many have pointed out to me.

out of all this silly voicemail thing and my musical attempt, the most important thing i’ve learned is that everyone just needs someone to speak to even if they don’t talk back. someone just to listen. to be able to get lost in music that takes them somewhere they can feel comfortable like i try to do everyday when listening to music. the voicemails, the DMs, writing music.. it gets very mentally and emotionally overwhelming for me.. listening to them everyday, reading the DMs everyday, struggling to gather the energy in me that never seems to wither to just write.. and if someone offered me a path that is without any of that? i wouldn’t take it. even if it meant making some of these lingering feelings just go away for good.

a few people have told me to end the project because they’re afraid of what it could be doing to me. their concern is valid. i won’t deny that. but i feel as if this thing is larger than myself at this point. and i think the take away for me from all of this is that, im just glad this silly little idea may be helping someone when i myself most times feel like i have nowhere to go or no one to run to. and if i die tomorrow ill be at some what of peace knowing that if i have done anything worth meaning in this short experience of life that we all get to share with one another, its the music and this voicemail project and the community, the safe space ..all of whatever the music and this project has given someone…everything i feel that i never had. i feel eternally honored and grateful that if at all, it has helped someone when i couldnt even help myself.

there’s nothing i could give that’s of equal value to the gratitude i have for anyone that has ever left a msg of some sort and has or continues to support this project and the music. so all i can say is thank you.

with all the love i have,

aidy <3

#the voicemail project #voicemail project #mallbangs #if u read all of this ty for reading it means a lot

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melaroon · 1 year ago

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intro ｡.｡:∞♡*♥

mel, 19

she/they

sw: likeee 180 or something

cw: 138

ugw: 100

longer thought out intro below!! includes mel lore and interests :3

ive suffered from ednos, probably, ever since i was in elementary school. it started as struggling hard with binge and emotional eating up until early high school. i got food poisoning and lost almost 30 pounds in a month or two the summer before sophmore year. when school started again, people started treating me better and i got my first 'taste' of reality and that's when my purposeful restricting and disorder started.

of course covid happened during my junior year- at home exercises and health-scares all the time. i was ortho for majority of my senior year and was where i lost most of the weight. its been a year since i graduated, and the whole year ive been maintaining 130s, but recently had a really big relapse.

i fully self diagnose myself with ednos because ive done all the above when it comes to eds. ive binged, purged, restricted, starved, the whole cycle. but never consistently enough to turn into full blown bulimia or 4n4, LOL! im working to change that.

interests ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

music!! i love multiple genres from metal to jrock to soft girl-esque songs

bands like slipknot, deftones, mcr, fob, alice in chains, chevelle, PANTERA!!!, ptv, glassjaw, metallica, misfits, and like a bunch more metal/grindcore/idek bands

artists like lucki, carti, uno, slime dollaz, che, lil wayne, future, destroy lonely/ken/homixide, westside gunn, glokk40, babytron, gherbo, yeat, future, chief keef, and some other underground dudes idk

games!!

ow and val mainly, but i do enjoy games like silent hill, needy streamer, stardew valley, mc, things like that. i also heavily obsess over old flash games like diner dashes and papas (x)eria games LOL!!!!!

other: i love weed

socials:

twt deficitluvr

#tw ana diary #ed bllog #ana trigger #tw edtwt #anorexies #silly girl time

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werewolff · 1 year ago

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I wanna tell a secretttt✋🏻

(anyways I feel like i have mental issue back then but i already stopped doing this since last year so don’t judge me I’m trying to be a better person lmao)

So short story i have this one toxic trait,probably “being manipulative” i already have bf but evrytime a boy approached me, especially on here, i let them talk to me and i gave them attention, motivation and affection, honestly i do that because i just wanted a friend to talked to, I didn’t have any feelings, even though i said to them i have connections or feelings, i lied. plus i love attention they gave to me as well. but once I’m bored with them or if I don’t got what I wanted, i throw them away, i ghost them and cut the connection or if they begging me for not leaving i became so evil and hurt their feelings, that’s why last year i have stalkers because i think some of them still mad at me but won’t leave me alone, some of them threatened me via email or text messages, but I don’t really care fr. Cause they lived so so far away from me.

One time, this boy he dm me trough insta, he lived in another city but pretty close to mine, only took 3 hour driving. I did the same thing to him, we texting, giving each other motivation, it was fun until I realized this bitch has the same personality as me, like broo he sooo manipulative, even i fell for his trapped TWICEE!! in the beginning. I’ve should’ve stopped when I realized it but I felt challenged…LMAO. So I ended up fooled him too i think more than twice.

one time, he wants to visit me after my graduation, i acted up like im happy, but once he’s arrived i ghosted him, and blocked him from insta, I deleted his contact too, he ended up calling me with his other number and when I picked up i said “wait.. who tf is this” and then he’s cried, but he’s not even mad at that timw cause he wants to meet me so bad, afterr that he came to my house giving me a big bouquet of flowers. And I asked him to stay in the city for 1 week only just so I could get free dinner and free riding home and a person to entertain me after a long day at work. After meeting him in real life i know this guy has low self esteem, I’m not even do anything but he’s so nervous. i know how to acted up to make him feel crazy for me, and he fell for it. At the end of the week I felt really done and bored, he also tried to cross my boundaries even though he knows i have bf, this guy is delusional and kinda narcissistic but in real life he’s a coward, he even asked me to meet at the hotel but i never wanted to, lucky me im not that stupid. so short story i dump him I’m telling all the truth, he mad he doesn’t accept what i did, the moment he cursed me, so i said to him he make me feel disgusted and while he still typing I blocked his number. Until now he still trying to get contact to me, he ever msg me he’s sorry and still wanna be friends but nahh i know he prepared for the revenge cause i really fucked him up, he trying to call using different number to call me but i never picked up, trying to follow me using different accounts but i never get bored to blocked him, sometimes I’m scared because after almost 2 months talking with him, i know this guy is kinda vengeful and kinda creepy inside like a psycho, he knows where i lived as well but I swear to god, if he ever approached me ar threatened me, im gonna make him bleed, that’s why i always bring my fabric scissors in my bag cause i love going everywhere alone, it’s stainless steel scissors the tip is not that sharp but enough to hurt someone….but anywayyss ( lol i feel like a psycho sorry)

If u asked me, yea we both wrong. Im toxic too. And if you wondering is my bf know abt this? Yes he is, I confessed everything once I decided to change to be a good person this year, he forgives me and give me a 2nd chance. And no im never do something manipulative or jus using my bf, I really loved him, i think having my bf in my life is the best gift from god, he leads me to a good path and a better person, he’s very patient with me. Now if boys come through my dm with a sexual intention i just don’t reply for good.

But im sure you can picked a lesson from my story, if you notice a person being manipulative, narcissistic… RUN AND LEAVEE!!! Don’t ever beg someone to love you, find someone who loves you the fullest even though you’re not asked for it. And confidence and boundaries is the key so not everyone could use you for their goods

Anyways thank u so much for reading this :)

Wow

First Thing thank u for being honest and u really lucky because your bf forgive u ...if I was him I didn't do it at all but at least u changed and that very good..I wish u stay like that :)

#asks

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brooooswriting · 2 years ago

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omg i love your stories i see other people requesting so thought i’d request one too can be natasha or wanda doesn’t matter but one where they are hanging out in the compound and someone makes a comment towards reader like as a joke and it makes reader insecure and sad and nat or wanda just laugh thinking it’s a joke and you wouldn’t be hurt by it not knowing the affect it had on you and you’re hurt they laughed thinking what was said about you is true until later they catch you crying and if it’s wanda she like reads your negative thoughts cause they’re so loud or if it’s nat she catches you looking at yourself or something and they fix it and explain and it’s just sadness at first then ends with soft fluff im in need of something sad then happy lol sorry it’s so long

Oh darling

Your day had been crap, school took over 90% of your time and to make it worse you fucked up your biology exam. You made your way into the compound and let yourself fall on the couch next to Wanda. “You alright?” She asked as she took her eyes off of the sitcom. “Yeah, long day” you said before snuggling further into her and the couch.

Something about watching sitcoms with Wanda made you feel at home, like nothing could hurt you and everything was alright. She made you feel at home.

You guys were watching for over 2 hours when Tony and Bruce came in. “Wow you guys are still sitting here?” Tony laughed before adding “I have to do that with pepper too”. You and Wanda laughed after she paused the show.

“Y/N, I’ve heard you got a bad grade on your biology exam. We can be lucky you don’t wanna be a doctor like the rest of you family huh?” He laughed, just like Wanda and Tony.

To them it seemed like a funny joke as you always told them that you’d never want to be a doctor but to you it was a punch in the face. Sure, you never wanted to be a doctor and you never wanted to be like your family but it was something they always complained about. It was always like you weren’t good enough, you weren’t smart enough, you weren’t studying enough it was never enough and that hurt.

You forced out a chuckle before standing up making Wanda look up at you. “Hey, where are you going?” She asked, she definitely felt your mood swift but didn’t think about it too much. “To my room, I still have some stuff to do” you answered before disappearing.

So you sat in your room studying the rest of the day. You were scared that you weren’t going to be enough for them, that in the end they’d think about you the way your family did. You were easy to replace as you didn’t have any special powers.

It was late and you’ve been studying for over 3 hours when it knocked on your door and Steve came in. “Hello Y/n, it’s time for dinner, Wanda cooked your favourite” he smiled at you and you smiled back but you realized you didn’t have time to eat. You should be studying. “That’s nice but I’m not hungry. Thanks though.” You turned back to your block which made Steve leave again.

“Steve, where’s Y/n?” Wanda asked when she saw him come down without you. “She said she isn’t hungry and she was studying so I left her alone” he answered as he sat down next to Bucky. Bruce noticed Wanda’s concerned look and said “It’s good. She should be studying more, you know? Keep her grades up she will graduate soon.”

Wanda was more then concerned when you didn’t come down and when she didn’t see you the next day and the day after that it got even worse.

So she decided to walk past your room and she was shocked. She could hear you negative thoughts even if she didn’t want to. They were so loud that they forced themselves into her head and they repeated themselves. ‘I am worthless’, ‘I’m not good enough for them’, ‘they don’t want you if you fuck this up’ and worse.

A soft knock was heard and you just grumbled. You didn’t even look up when Wanda came inside. “Hey sweetie” she said as she walked closer. Your room was only lit up by a small desk lamp and the floor and your desk were full with papers and books. “Hi” you underlined the sentence before shortly glancing up at her. “How can I help you?” You asked.

“We should talk” she answered standing next to you. You only mumbled a hm before scribbling something down. “How long have you been studying?” She asked you but honestly you lost track of time so you only shrugged.

You only really looked at her when she pulled your chair away from the desk and stood in front of it. “Wans, what are you doing? I gotta study.” You complained trying to push her away. “No you gotta sleep or you’ll get ill” you could clearly see the concern but you would rather concern her than being not good enough for her.

And again your thoughts pushed themselves into her head. “You will always be enough. Not just for me but for all of us and you are not replaceable. You are what holds us together and we never want you to leave. We want you to be happy and right now you’re clearly not” she reassured you.

The moment she wrapped you in a hug you lost it and started sobbing. Wanda wasn’t much older than you, she was barely 19, so she knew how hard school could be and that in addition to your family was terrible.

“Oh darling, come on let’s go to bed.” She whispered into your ear and tried to get you up but you didn’t. “No, I gotta do this. I’m fine” you insisted making her sigh. “No you’re not Y/n and it hurts to know that you’re not. I love you and I’ll not tolerate you destroying yourself just because of your grades. In addition to that I haven’t seen you for like three days and I miss you and cuddling. So move your ass into this bed so I can cuddle you” she was energetic and you knew that she meant said.

When you still didn’t move she picked you up and placed you onto the bed before cuddling into your side. You pulled her into you and placed a soft kiss on her lips, you couldn’t deny that you missed her. “I’m sorry for not coming to see you” you whispered into her hair while rubbing her back. “It’s okay, you’re fine. And you’re enough, I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel like it. Just because your family wasn’t smart enough to realize that it doesn’t mean that you aren’t. We all love you!” She said as she placed kisses all over your face causing you to giggle.

“And tomorrow we will find a healthier way for you to study darling” she said sternly so you nodded and kissed her again.

“I love you witchy “ you said between small kisses. “I love you too”

And she did. She helped you find a way to learn in a healthy matter in which the team was heavily involved. Steve helped you with history, Tony and Bruce with math and science and Nat and Wands helped you with English.

Wanda was always gonna be there for you no matter what you were insecure about.

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This is my first Wanda x reader and I hope you like this. Keep leaving requests please :)

So I always made fun of people who fell in love with their straight best friend or something like that and guess who got karma for that :/ but I thought about making a story out of that. What do you guys think about that? Not quite sure if happy ending or not.

Well have a nice day everybody

#reader insert #marvel #marvel x you #marvel x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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lcandothisallday · 3 years ago

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Okay this has been on my mind ever since he went to his high schools basketball game but imagine being his high school crush and you just so happen to be at the game because of your little brother and Jack trys to make you notice him but you dont until you go in the locker room to look for your brother

OOhhh this is such a good idea😩 he would simp sooo hard lol

Funny Seeing you Here 1/2 - Jack Harlow x reader

Pairing: Jack Harlow x f!reader

Warnings: flirting, some suggestive 18+ content (not explicit), fluff, not really based on the lyrics but it just felt fitting for a title😌 its edited but bare with me if there’s mistakes cos im a lazy bitch lol

You sat on the bleachers of your former high school gym with your parents, watching as the boys basketball team were warming up for their game. Your little brother was playing and it was an important game so he says (but he said that about every game really). Luckily though, you were in town already and you wanted to show your support. Being in town this time felt different. You felt like there was a certain buzz in the air that felt foreign. It felt like that all over Louisville to be honest.

You hadn't been back in Louisville for a while. You were lucky enough to go to university in New York and found a decently high paying job soon after graduating which prompted you to stay. You never did like the small town vibes, very much enjoying the big apple more. You definitely dressed the part too, showing up in your very trendy and fashionable outfit, opting out of your typical heels and wearing sneakers instead so you wouldn’t look so out of place.

Growing up, you wouldn't say you were a popular girl. You befriended nearly anyone that was nice to you and remained neutral with all cliques that existed which made you known but not necessarily popular. Truthfully, you loved that. It made your high school experience much easier than others. You dated a few guys here and there but none very long lasting. Throughout the 4 years of high school, you crushed on Jack Harlow, one of the more popular guys in the school but you knew that it was just a silly crush; all built on the charisma and charm that he carried himself with. Which apparently did him very good because now he was a two time Grammy nominated artist.

Waiting for the game to start, you scrolled through your phone, answering emails here and there for work. Suddenly, a large crowd busts in through the double gym doors which caused you to look up from your phone and furrow your brows in slight confusion. Camera flashes were going off, the name Jack flying out from everyone’s lips. There was such a massive crowd around Jack that it honestly didn’t register to you that he was even there at first. Finally catching a glimpse at him, you couldn't help but have your eyes widen slightly. He looked good. Very good in fact. If you thought he was cute in highschool, your mind would be blown with his glow up now.

“That’s that Jack kid,” your father muses. “He’s very popular around here. All he does is rap about sex,” he mutters, shaking his head in disappointment. “Put Louisville on the map though,” he says shrugging. You couldn't help but snort and let out a soft laugh at your dad’s distaste for the man.

Your Mom hums before she turns to you. “Do you know him, Honey?” she asks.

“Yeah, he was in my grade,” you reply. “Never really talked to him though.”

While that statement was inherently true, Jack on the other hand was very much infatuated with you. Ever since he saw you in his grade 9 science class, he has had a massive crush on you. But you never really gave him the time of day so he moved on to the girls that did. The crush never really died down though. The one time you two were assigned lab partners, he totally forgot to do his part of the assignment which he blamed on sickness, when in reality, it was because he was messing around with a girl the night before. That practically ruined any chance he had with you because your grade had suffered.

As fascinated as you were with his presence in the gymnasium, you weren't about to be one of those people who begged for his attention because frankly, you didn't really care in the same sense that everyone else did. You resumed your attention on your phone, deciding to ignore the commotion and focus on your little brother and his accomplishments instead.

Soon, the game started and Jack took his seat on the bleachers, all his fans surrounding him as they began to watch. Every once in a while, he would snap a quick picture with a fan. During halftime, Jack got up to stretch, scanning the room before his breath got caught in his throat as he set his eyes on you. You were just as beautiful as he remembered, standing there with your parents and laughing at something your Dad had said. You radiated much more confidence and no doubt you had become more established since high school.

“Dude--that’s Y/N,” Jack whispered to Urban, motioning to your direction with his head. Urban’s eyes widen, “she looks so different.”

“Yeah I know. So much hotter,” Jack breathed out, his eyes never leaving your frame. Urban smirked at his best friend’s dazed expression. “You know...you should go talk to her,” he suggested. Jack hummed and nodded, “yeah. Maybe I will.”

Looking at the clock, there was still about 10 minutes left before the next half started so he took in a breath and began to make his way to where you were standing with your family. Unfortunately for him, a group of girls stormed up to him, and Jack being Jack, had to prioritize his fans and their support. He didn't miss the chance to glance your way once more, the two of you making brief eye contact where he smiled and waved at you.

You waved back, biting your lip as you felt your face warm up. You forced yourself to look away, fearing his fans or your parents catch on to the little exchange. How did he still have that affect on you after all these years? Thankfully, the ten minutes were up and the game resumed which helped you calm down your racing thoughts.

Throughout the game, Jack kept glancing back to look at you, his eyes lingering for longer with each time he does. Something about you was so different from what he remembered.

The game finally ended, the crowd and your brother’s team celebrating their win. Eventually, they all went back to the locker room to change while you and your parents waited in the gym for your brother to finish. About thirty minutes pass by and your Mom starts to worry.

“Honey, go check on your brother. If he’d rather celebrate with his friends, then that’s fine. But let us know so we can go home if he does,” she tells you, earning her a nod from you before you begin to make your way to find him.

You approach the boys locker room, seeing the entire team already huddled in front of it. You tap your brother on his shoulder, earning his attention and the attention of the group, the teenage boys ‘oohing’ and whispering to one another with giggles.

You roll your eyes. “Hey. You hanging with your team or coming with us?” you ask him.

“The team obviously.”

You nod, watching as one last person from the team walks out of the locker room before the large group starts making their way out the school’s back doors.

As you pull out your phone to text your Mom, a voice calling out to you interrupts you. “Hey,” the deep voice greets, causing you to spin around to face the person, your heart rate increasing as you come face to face with Jack. “Hey hotshot,” you greet back with a smile. He both laughed and cringed sightly at the nickname, wishing there wasn’t that tension and awkwardness that came with his rise to fame.

Choosing to stay true to his confident and cocky self, Jack leaned against one of the lockers and gave you a quick once over. “When was the last time I saw your cute ass?”

You snorted at that, biting your lip as you thought it over. “Hm...honestly? I think the last time I spoke to you was when you tried to sell me your mixtape Senior year,” you laugh. “Looks like everything worked out for you. Congrats by the way.”

Jack grinned, feeling the sincerity that came from your statement. “Thanks...what have you been up to since graduating?”

“Went to college in New York. Work and live there now,” you explain. “Ahh” Jack mused, gesturing with his pointer figure at it all clicking. “Explains why you've got that city girl ‘it’ factor,” he chuckled.

“Oh sure. Like that exists,” you scoff playfully. “Did you reach your peak yet?” you ask him in a playfully condescending tone, which only caused him to throw his head back in laughter.

“You’re funnier than I remember. And nah--I’ve got like four more years till I peak. Then-” his hand motions downwards.

“Then it all goes down hill from there.”

“Exactly, exactly.” The both of you enter this slight awkward silence before your ears perk at the sudden sound of voices and feet shuffling your way.

Jack picks up on it too, muttering a quiet “fuck” before he takes your hand and pulls you into the boys locker room, scooting into the corner.

“Are you really hiding from your fans?”

“Shh,” he whispers, his one hand still in yours as he pulls you closer to him, your chests now against each other.

“I don’t wanna be bombarded just yet and I’d rather... talk to you a bit more,” he breathed out, looking straight down at you. The way he towered over your frame was unbelievable, causing your cheeks to heat up and for you to look away from the intensity of his stare.

“No no--don’t shy away from me,” he whispered, his hands cupping your cheeks and urging you to look back at him. “Y’know, I had the biggest fucking crush on you back then,” he confessed.

“There’s no way.”

“Why would I lie?” he challenged, his brows raising. “I remember I was so jealous when you started dating that Carter guy. He asked you out to homecoming before I got the chance and it really helped me build character.”

You giggle, shaking your head playfully before you look back at him, observing his handsome face once again. He really did become so attractive. “What happened to your glasses?” you asked, your right hand coming up to smooth down his eyebrows with your thumb. He smiled at the gesture before shrugging. “Just didn’t wanna wear em anymore. Think I look better without.”

“I thought they were cute,” you hum. Jack licks his lips, his eyes trailing from your eyes to your lips, back up to your eyes. He leans in closer, his lips now centimetres away from yours. “Can I kiss you?” he mumbled, his eyes now fully focused on your plush lips.

“Yes,” you whisper back. He grins before he goes all in, pressing his lips to yours and cupping your cheeks once again with his large hands. The intensity of the kiss kept increasing, his tongue managing to slip between your lips causing you to moan softly.

He started to walk you back towards the bench in the middle of the locker room, not once detaching his lips from yours. When your knees hit the back of the bench, you gasped softly before he lowered you down onto it gently. He started to press hot open mouthed kisses to your neck, causing you to throw your head back at the feeling before you feverishly cupped his cheeks to focus his lips back on to yours.

“I need you,” you mumble against his lips, one of your hands moving up to tangle in his hair, giving his curls a gentle tug. He grins against your lips, eagerly kissing you again before his hands slide down your body, beginning to mess around with the button on your jeans. “M’ all yours,” he breathes out.

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Jack pulled up his pants and slowly began to do his buckle, his eyes trained on your body the entire time you were getting dressed. “Stop staring,” you mumble, your cheeks flushing at his stare.

Your comment made the brunette man scoff and laugh. “You’re getting all red as if I didn’t just fuck you into next week,” he pointed out. His bold statement, while very true, made your jaw drop and your eyes widen. “Jesus Christ, Jack,” you groan, hiding your face behind your face.

Your reaction made Jack throw his head back in laughter as he attempted to smooth down the wrinkles on his shirt. “I don’t think he’d want his name mentioned after what we just did,” he joked, his hands coming up to push away your hands from covering your face and cupping your jaw instead. He leaned down to kiss you softly before he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours.

“When do you go back to New York?” he asked. “In three days,” you reply.

“Come to tomorrows show then,” he suggested. “I wanna see you again.”

You grin and nod, “I’ll come then,” you confirm. As you were about to lean in to kiss him again, you hear your name being called out several times. It was your parents. You curse and pull away from him quickly, your eyes wide. You pull out your phone and check your texts with your Mom seeing that the text you were supposed to send her never went through.

“That your parents calling for you?” Jack teased. You sigh, “yup. My text never went through,” you groan. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow, hotshot” you say with a smile, kissing his cheek and stepping out of the locker room.

“There you are!” your mom exclaims. “What happened?”

“I guess I didn’t have service so my text didn’t send,” you explain to your parents but your Dad only raises a brow at you. “What were you doing in the boys locker room?” he asked.

It was at that unfortunate moment that Jack walked out, his eyes going wide once he caught sight of you and your parents still standing there. Your entire face instantly heated up as Jack looked at you with an apologetic look. He must've thought you all had left.

He cleared his throat and gave your parents a nod in greeting, not really knowing what else to do. Your father was clearly unamused and your mom raised a brow, shaking her head as she began to lead you away. “Let’s go Miss ‘never really talked to him.’”

hehhe there will be a part 2 and its gonna be a bit angsty😌 for now, enjoy part 1!

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reidsnose · 3 years ago

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love letters

overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom

genre: fluff fluff fluff

a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)

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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.

it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.

"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.

you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.

"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.

"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.

"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.

"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.

before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.

and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.

you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.

of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.

you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.

spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.

and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.

he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.

"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.

he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.

"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.

"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.

you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.

"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.

he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.

a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.

he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.

unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.

he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.

you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.

"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.

"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.

you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!

"ill help you look" you decided.

"please do," he chuckled.

"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.

"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"

his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.

you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.

you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.

is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"

with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.

dear y/n,

today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that

dear y/n,

im in love with you. too forward

dear y/n,

you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep

you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.

"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.

"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.

"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"

"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.

"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."

"youre not mad?"

"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"

"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.

he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."

you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.

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gojology · 4 years ago

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Job Benefits. (Part One)

new beginnings ‧₊˚✩彡. - chapter one.

you can find part two here : part two : undesirable

pairing : ceo! gojo x female reader

warnings : cursing

wordcount : 1960

a/n : something that i’ve been working on for a while now. this is self indulgent as all hell and i’m starting a new series n idk when it’ll end necessarily but ceo gojo is all i need in my life. also i have like 300 million requests to go through but i PROMISE i’ll get them done! i just need to finish my valentines event thingy and i’ll be open!

it has come to my attention that gojo is his surname and i’m too lazy to fix anything other then the first name basis part im so sorry LOl

It’s no secret that you like working the office. Even as a child you enjoyed the formal atmosphere when you walked into your parent’s workplace, and even better, you enjoyed organizing stuff. Growing up, your favorite pass time was cleaning and organizing which caused you to excel in school, coupled with your natural smarts. Your peers would constantly tease you, telling you that you were a boring kid- but hey, you’d be making lots of money, and what better job would there be for you, aside from being someone’s secretary? Those were the first words that came across your mind as soon as you stepped into the prestigious building, heels rhythmically hitting the stainless floor, suitcase in hand. It was also the first lie that you’d tell yourself in there. You had known about this company even as a child. One that sold just about everything, the most notable being luxurious clothing, but something the company was also well known for? How attractive the family was. Sure it was a bit weird, but in defense of the general public their appearances were rare, only once in a while you’d see the family on TV. Waving in their limousine, blowing kisses and doing things rich people do, or maybe ignoring the cheering crowd of journalists and news reporters, hell like you knew. Catching glimpses of the wildly white haired family was something every paparazzi threw themselves at, and picking up a magazine or going to search something on the internet would be sure to be chock full of pictures of the esteemed family. The highlight of the family being the son, just because of how handsome he was, and also happened to be the most publicly known and fawned over family member- Gojo fucking Satoru. Luckily for you, he was your boss, so you could probably reveal the tiniest of secrets and make major bank. Unluckily for you, he was childish as all hell, not to mention you found childish people incredibly annoying. The worst thing? You were his secretary. That could only spell out doom for a man like him, and a woman like you, who only wanted to get business done and nothing else. You two truly did not mix. Two months prior, you had gotten the job and was finally excited to have stable income after graduating. Your hirers didn’t tell you anything about having to babysit a manchild though. And so, that’s how you found yourself sitting in the comfortable plush leather office chair, fumbling under the piles of paperwork and fan letters, cursing your boss’s name under your breath for being so unconcerned with work. Scheduling appointments, interviews, sending e-mails of unacceptance to eager authors asking to write an auto-biography, that was your life. You’d be content with it if your boss was normal. As soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s like he heard you think. “(Y/N)-chan~!” you hear a familiar sing-songy voice down the rather short hallway. Your office resided right next to his, and it would only take him 30 seconds or so to walk down to your door, presumably to annoy the hell out of you. You grunt, blowing a stray hair out of your face. This also meant that you could hear him sing from his office, even through the thick walls. Choosing to ignore it, you instead furiously typed to another business executive’s secretary who had just emailed you about a meeting between Gojo and- well you weren’t quite sure who. “(Y/N)-chan~ I know you hear me, don’t you know it’s disrespectful to not listen to your seniors?” his playful, deep voice was growing closer, and you straighten your back, sighing. You didn’t sign up to be a daycare worker, yet this was what you found yourself doing most of the time. “I’m sorry, Satoru-sama, please instill me with your great knowledge, oh wise one.” rolling your eyes and rubbing your temples, you glance up from your laptop, bracing yourself for whatever would happen next. Gojo leaned on the frame of your door, head ducking slightly. He was way too tall to walk under it without any issue. He was unnecessarily calm though, normally he’d be jumping around your office, making a mess of things, but his body language told otherwise. He was slacking off from his duties, obviously, so you weren’t too sure why he’d be acting so... Chill. With his arms crossed, he gave you a mischievous side eye. Growing impatient, you stand up, your knuckles grinding against the tabletop. Your brow knitted together as he peered down on you, almost tauntingly, and you hated it. “Listen, boss. I have a lot to do today, for you, might I add as I am your secretary- and if you’re going to sit around I don’t think I’ll get to these emails and phone calls and everything fast enough. May I kindly assist you with anything? If not I’ll have to ask you to go back to... Whatever you were doing.” Gojo looked at you, wide-eyed and unblinking, like he didn’t expect such a sassy remark. “Oh my, sweetie. Someone has a naughty mouth... To your boss of all people? How mean! I don’t think I remember putting, ‘allowed to be rude to the Satoru clan’ down on the job benefits.. What’s with the formal tone as well? So unnecessary, just be yourself when you’re talking to me.” He sauntered closer to your desk, and your breath hitched, this was one of the first times you’d seen him up close like this, and you swore that you could hear your heart beating rapidly inside of your chest. You don’t know what that could mean; but what you did know was that you wanted to slap him or punch a hole into the glass window right behind you and throw him off the 15 floor building. Leaning in close to your ear, he whispered: “Or, if you wanna stick with the business voice- call me sir. Got that?” You nod before looking down at your desk, feeling your body heat up for seemingly no particular reason. Did this guy have any knowledge of a private bubble? Whatever, this was your superior. If it was any boss you’d probably be fired by now. You were lucky to be forgiven. “Yes, sir. May I comment on something... Er, sir?” “I’m all ears.” standing back up from leaning over your incredibly messy desk, you looked up at him, he looked down at you in response, with beady little “innocent” eyes through his circular shades. “I didn’t mean to be sassy, I only wish for this relationship to be professional and nothing else.... I, um, truly do apologize and I ask for your forgiveness.” you studied the wall as you say this, fidgeting with your hands and the hem of your pencil skirt. It was a bit awkward to talk to him as if he wasn’t a kid, but it did feel certainly refreshing. “Is that so?” you turn your head to look back at him as a sign of respect, an eyebrow of his is raised, and a smug smirk is playing at his lips. He talked with such an aura of arrogance around him, you instantly regret being respectful. Yet, you restrain yourself from slapping that stupid smirk off his stupidly handsome face. Why did all the handsome ones have to be so annoying? Fuck, no, that wasn’t meant to be a compliment. Even though it was only in your mind, you felt so embarrassed, and had no idea why. It wasn’t like he could read your thoughts, and it was just a mindless compliment, nothing flirtatious about it. Finally, he spoke. “Aw. (Y/N), I knew we picked well when we hired you. So respectful and professional! What more can I ask for out of a secretary? I humbly accept your apology- but first please do something for me.” he whistled in the other direction as he picked up one of your cute stationary pens, hastily sliding it into his blazer’s pockets. “Yes, sir?” you brace yourself for impact yet again. Not noticing that he stole one of your favorite pens. “Slack off a little. None of my secretaries ever worked this hard. I’ll slide in an extra hour for lunch, you can go watch a movie or something-” “No. Satoru. Contrary to your other secretaries, I actually enjoy work.” standing up now, you stomp over to Gojo, who was now giggling like a 7 year old girl. You hadn’t realized that you had called him by his first name, but honorifics wasn’t on your mind right now. Your chest stuck out as you shoved him out of your office with your bare hands, maybe as a way of looking more threatening, as if that’d ever work against him. “Get out of my office!” You hope your eyes are staring daggers, if he ever looked back at you. Gojo looked at you like he was shocked, tipping his shades down just slightly as you were pushing him out into the hallway. As if he didn’t believe what he was seeing, so he had to see it with his actual eyes- but eventually laughed before accepting his eventual fate. “On a first name basis now, aren’t we? You’re straightforward! I like straightforward girls though, it works out in your favor.” “Shut it.” He made sure to stiffen once in a while just to piss you off so that you couldn’t push him as easily, and before long he was back to his office. “Cya (Y/N)!” giving you a wave and a wink, he grinned. “I’ll be sure to visit you again, your office is fun!” That was just one of the unusual interactions that Gojo Satoru had with you, but you knew now that it certainly wouldn’t be the last. ‧₊˚✩彡. It didn’t take you long before you realized your favorite pen was gone. Almost immediately, you figured out who the thief was. It was evident by now that your relationship between you and your boss wasn’t normal, to say the least. You just couldn’t quite wrap your head around why he stole a cute carrot pen, it certainly wasn’t his style. Well, you weren’t quite sure honestly, but the way the magazine front covers posed him was... Sexual. Maybe the hot guy liked cute carrot pens and was too scared to buy them by himself, but, it was 2021. Toxic masculinity was basically extinct. This wasn’t on his mind when he stole your pen, though. Gojo Satoru was smart when he wanted to be. To be quite honest, he just wanted to annoy you more. It made him curious, how could one enjoy work? And be cute at the same time? The logic made no sense to him. Attending meetings, doing interviews- this was all very boring work to Satoru, and he couldn’t wrap his head around that you enjoyed that. He hadn’t asked to inherit the company, but yet here he was now. Shit, maybe he’d ask you if you wanted the company. He yawned before drinking his coffee, just how he liked it before taking a sip he straightened his tie, just to make sure he looked extra clean and fresh when you busted down the door, ruffling his fluffy white hair as he did so. Gojo hated the work environment, just to be straightforward. One thing he did enjoy was the complementary luxury coffee machine, alongside several sugar packets. Placing his impossibly long stick-like legs onto the table, he sighed happily. Cute girl being his secretary, drinking yummy coffee, the sun rays warming up the back of his head, he was truly living the life. And then he heard it. Loud steps against the tile floor. And then, his door flung open.

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What would make you think that this career was the wrong choice for u? When i graduated i was hyped but a year later i worry i might have wasted my degree idk if its a long depression stunt or a moment of self awareness or just losing rose tinted glasses aaaa idk

lol i already kinda think it was in some ways, i especially relate to having rose tinted glasses post graduation and i do still think i wasted a degree. its many things tbh but perhaps the main one is that design isnt. really all that much? its making pictures and i dont necessarily think i needed (or should have spent sooo much fucking money on) a 5 year degree for making pictures. not that uni was Bad, but im not convinced it was worth it considering avg designer salary here and the fact that its not a career that requires a degree to make sure youre able to design or get a job (tho it never doesnt help). design is at best a trade im not sure why it became a Degree its not worth that lol.

the second is that design is very "limited" and the field is so closely tied to advertising it made me wanna kms every time i looked at job offers and thought id end up doing that. thankfully i ended up getting a job in a field i always liked where i get to do design but also fuck around w other things so not all was lost idk. in general....idk. starting to work makes you actually see what you went to university for and i dont think theres many career options out there where its a particularily Nice realization to see the way the job market actually works.

but honestly despite this im not...unhappy either. its really not as bad as it looks and i do not think designers are the only ones to struggle with this. we live in hilariously bad times for labor and universities really are very disconnected from what the world needs, its not really surprising so many of us end up feeling fucked up after grad.

but umm first and you have t realize youre not as stuck as you might feel. dont focus on finding the "right career for you" bc there is no such thing, there are going to be soooo many types of work you can find fullfillment in you will not have time to do them all, thinking you have one "vocation" is not a good framework and will just give ou insane fomo. focus on getting a job in an area you are at least interested in (designers r lucky bc our work crosses paths with soooo many industries) and then see whats up. you can work yourself into different disciplines and get enough experience to change lanes if you want to later it just takes a little time. but as i said we live in a shitty time for labor in general so always b cautious abt work conditions and dont overwork yourself if you can help it its not worth it.

#m #i spent sooo much omoney on a degree omfg thats maybe the one thing i truly regret abt this

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cheoliehae · 4 years ago

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121U! - jeon wonwoo // seventeen au

❖ soulmate: you are able to communicate with your soulmate via a special chat room but you are both unaware of who you are due to the username

❖ a/n: hi everyone, so if you been here since the beginning of my blog you know that i used to write bts text au and that I also have skz au writing account. well since im in my 3rd year of uni i started to write to relieve stress and it’s really fun. so enjoy this idea i had that was og for my skz blog. if you haven’t figured it out yet I took inspiration from Day6 song 121U (aka a bop) as well as A Cinderella Story (you know the one with Hillary Duff, a CLASSIC). It is unsure how much i will write on this blog since again i only write when i am relieving stress so until next time enjoy :)

❖ word count: 1.6k (legit one word away from 1.7k)

❖ paring: jeon wonwoo x gn reader

❖: high school au, soulmate au

Ah, high school, a time where smarts and social status do not mix well together. You are either lucky enough to be a part of the popular crowd, being invited to all of the hottest parties, and dating the hottest people. Or get a normal student focusing on their studies and not giving a crap about any social status that one may obtain. Walking down the hallway with your earbuds in your ear you didn’t care about the people around you. You were just at school to study and graduate knowing that you were destined for greatness after high school.

“Excuse me,” you heard a voice coming from behind you. Pulling out your airpods you were faced with Mina and her group of followers. “Can I help you?” you questioned her as you had no idea what she wanted from you. You have never even said two words to her before this moment so you were highly confused about what was happening. “You are walking slowly and my locker is right there so can you please use your two legs and move faster please,” Mina motioned for her hands to move. Rolling your eyes you did just that and proceed to walk into class.

“Hey y/n you look, not good,” your best friend Joshua as he saw you sit down at your desk. Setting your head down a small sigh left your month “I hate Myoui Mina with a passion, I get it she is popular but does that give her a reason to freakin pick on everyone like come freakin on”. Joshua extended his arm and gently pat you on the back “there their y/n, rant to your best friend,”. Raising your head up you saw Mina walking into class with her boyfriend Wonwoo as his arm was around her. “Great this is going to be a long day,” you set your head back down and moped.

As time passed by you started to get bored in class as you finished all of your assignments. You opened a new tab on your laptop and entered into a chatroom. A smile grew on your face as you got excited seeing your friend mrbookworm was online. A bit of backstory mrbookworm is actually your soulmate but you felt really awkward calling him your soulmate since you had no idea who he was.

ouasunshine: hey i see that you are alive

mrbookworm: yeah i finished my classwork a bit early so i wanted to see if you were on or not

mrbookworm: and just like i expected here you are :)

ouasunshine: i am highly convinced that you are just on this chat room 24/7 waiting for me to come online

mrbookworm: you would be disappointed if that was false ;)

ouasunshine: dont get cheesy with me.

A chuckle left your mouth knowing how much mrbookworm made you feel. But it sucked that you did not know him in person cause you really did believe that if you did your whole world would be different. He seems like the type of person who really did not care about social status or what others think of him.

mrbookworm: how are your classes today?

ouasunshine: the normally but I did have a lovely run-in with one of the ‘popular’ at my school

ouasunshine: let’s just say it was not really the highlight of my day

mrbookworm: :( im sorry you had a rough day I wish there to make you feel better

ouasunshine: i have to go, the bell just rang

Packing up your backpack and quickly walked out of the classroom trying your best to avoid any more interactions with that clique. Which for once was in your favor as you didn’t run into any of that crowd for the rest of the school day. Your absolute favorite time of the day was when the last bell rang and you were able to go to the library. It was quiet and wasn’t too crowded unless it was midterm or final season. The librarians were also very appreciative that you came during your free time and helped out. “Y/n, I just wanted to let you know that we are going to close up a bit early so don’t be alarmed okay,”. “I won’t Mrs. Park,” you said with a smile on your face and then returned to your book.

As time passed you were getting lost in your book. “Excuse me,” looking up from your book you say Wonwoo standing in front of you “Um can I check out a laptop?”. “Sure but the library is closing early so you have at least 30 minutes before I have to ask for it back. ID please,” you held out your hand. He handed it to you and once you scanned everything you handed it back to him. You watched as he walked away and returned to your book. Looking over at the desk that was in front of you you saw your phone buzzing. You moved forwards to see if anyone was in your line of sight and if anyone could see you, let’s just say you were in the clear.

mrbookworm: if you were picking out a book for me, what book would you recommend?

ouasunshine: what makes you say that I am a reader?

mrbookworm: well for one thing your soulmate is a bookworm aka i am a bookworm

mrbookworm: i kinda hope that my soulmate is one too

ouasunshine: Are We There Yet? by David Levithan. It is about two brothers who go to Italy and they end up falling for the same girl but neither of them knows. It is pretty good. I give it a solid ⅘ but it definitely breaks the love standards that we are used to.

mrbookworm: wow i can’t imagine a system without soulmates

ouasunshine: i feel like the system of soulmates will still exist but people won’t know see the signs unless they are truly in love

mrbookworm: do you think there will be a possibility that we would be soulmates without this whole soulmate system.

ouasunshine: that is really hard to say

The clock hit 15:30 and you had to leave. So you logged out and looked around for Wonwoo to get everything back. “Um hey so,” you said walking up to where he was sitting out. “Oh is it time already?,” he said looking at his watch and then back at you. “Yeah, sorry for kicking you out I guess? I mean I know we are open later than this but you know closing hours aren’t my rules to make,” you said looking at him. “No no I understand, do you think I can check out a book or will it be easier to get it tomorrow morning?”. “Probably come tomorrow morning then you have more time to actually look for your book if you have no idea where it is located,”. “Yeah I think that will be my best bet. Thanks for the help y/n,”.

You were taken aback by him saying your name was this was one of the first time that you have ever had a conversation with him. “No problem, Wonwoo,: smiling back at him as you walked him out before locking up.

As the night was drawing to an end you were laying in bed finishing up an homework assignment. It was a simple reading so it was nothing heavy but you did wish that time would pass faster. A ding from your computer and you saw the lovely notification from your soulmate.

mrbookworm: two truths and one lie?

ouasunshine: hello to you too,

ouasunshine: what are you doing lol

mrbookworm: i’m bored and I don't feel like bothering my friends

ouasunshine: so you wanted to bother me?

mrbookworm: you’re my soulmate ;)

mrbookworm: you are kinda stuck with me forever

ouasunshine: i mean i guess i can spare a minute or two

ouasunshine: ummm

ouasunshine: my favorite cake is red velvet, i played soccer as a kid and i’m 75% certain i was a butterfly in my kindergarten school play.

mrbookworm: oh that is an easy one

mrbookworm: it's the butterfly one

ouasunshine: i wish you can hear me laugh

ouasunshine: it is actually the cake one

mrbookworm: you’re lying

ouasunshine: no i believe that i have a picture somewhere.

ouasunshine: i was either a butterfly or a flower but i have a picture somewhere

mrbookworm: well when i meet you in person you will have to show me

mrbookworm: but what is the lie?

ouasunshine: i really don't like red velvet cake

For the rest of the night, you were talking to your soulmate. And just like you wished for at the beginning of the night the hours did fly by when you were talking to him.

Arriving at school early you walked straight to the library. You unlocked the door and headed to the main deck and pulled out the book that you were reading last night. And to your surprise the first person who entered was Wonwoo.

“Good Morning,” he said, walking up to the desk with a smile on his face. The soft curls from his hair lightly hit the top of his glasses. And the grey sweatshirt that he wasn’t helping his case and we really did look nice. “Hey morning, are you here to look for that book from yesterday?”. “Yeah I am looking for Are We There Yet? by David Levithan,”. Your head lifted from the computer and stopped typing mid-sentence. “No there is no way,” you thought to yourself. “Is there something wrong? Is it checked out?”. “No it’s not that, it’s just I recommended that book to someone yesterday, it is one of my favorites,” you said looking away. “Oh same, well not me recommended but it was recommended to me,” Wonwoo said looking down at the ground.

“This is a very out of the blue question but are you mrbookworm? Again totally random questions and if you aren’t that this is highly embarrassing,”. Wonwoo just looked at you and smiled. “Hi ouasunshine, I’m expecting to see that picture of you as a butterfly one day, maybe over coffee?”. “I would really like that,”.

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whentherewerebicycles · 3 years ago

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a question you may perhaps not want to/feel like answer/ing but: did you ever want to drop out of your grad program? im definitely overwhelmed by my workload, but i just cannot muster the enthusiasm i had for any of my work even in my last year of undergrad. im just very much questioning why im here and what the point of this degree is lol. im wondering what others' experiences are with this since this doesnt seem to be a popular opinion among my cohort despite other shared frustrations

i did not ever want to drop out of my grad program, but i think that's because my program was very flexible (read: very little real advising lol) and my discipline (english) was capacious enough to let me explore lots of different interests, so if i wasn't thrilled by one area of research it was easy to jump to something new. i also loved teaching so much, and knew that i wanted to keep teaching at the university level for as long as possible, which i would need my graduate degree to do. so i was highly motivated to keep going, and also was able to tailor the program to do what i wanted to do.

it sounds like your situation is pretty different than mine, though. if you were already not that thrilled about the discipline, it totally makes sense that you'd be having a really different experience of the grad program than your peers -- so i wouldn't necessarily let their opinions of the program influence your own (it may be very well matched to their interests and long-term goals, in a way it isn't for you). also i do think that to a certain extent graduate students have to like, brainwash themselves into being like This Is Great And Useful I Am So Glad To Be Here because so much of graduate education in this country (esp if you are in a humanities discipline) is really quite badly taught, horribly structured, and just, like, idk not a great space for meaningful learning. (people definitely can and do make the best of it -- and some people get lucky with fantastic advisors or a really well designed program -- but that seems to be the exception and not the rule.) so your peers' sense of "i don't want to drop out!" might be partly like, they gotta convince themselves to stay in (because they need the degree, or because they've sunk money and time into it, or whatever), so they need to not let that be an option for them.

i think my advice to you (if you want it!) is to ask yourself the following questions:

do i need this degree in order to have the job or career that i want?

would having this degree help me get a job or career i want in the future, even if it's not the immediate next step for me? (ie would it be useful to have this degree in my back pocket even if i can't see immediate direct application for it)

can i get something from this program (like intensive language courses) that will make it worth sticking things out, even if i kinda hate all the other stuff? how much can i phone in the stuff i'm not interested in, and will that take some of the pressure off to let me focus in on the parts i am interested in?

would remaining in this program significantly affect my mental health? am i actively miserable to the point that the short-term costs are more than any potential, hazy, far-off rewards?

have i sunk a lot of money into this already? how much more money will i have to sink into this before all is said and done? am i okay with giving up the money i may have already committed to this program, knowing that i'll be walking away without a degree? alternately, if i decide to stay: will spending more money on this program dig me into a financial hole (taking out student loans, burning through savings, etc) -- and will any job i might get because of this degree be worth taking on that extra financial strain?

if i decide to stay, is it possible for me to make this degree work for me, even if the discipline itself isn't one i'm interested in? for instance, my doctoral program let you take one course a semester outside of your department -- so if you really hated english, you could take classes in another field you did like. you might be able to do something similar, depending on how strict their requirements are. or you might be able to switch advisors to someone whose work/advising style/interests are a better fit for your interests. or you might be able to tailor your master's thesis (and even most of your graduate seminar papers and projects) towards a topic you are interested in. most professors actively encourage you to make the assignments "work for you," so you might consider having a frank conversation with them about your dissatisfaction with the discipline (obviously politely, lol, don't tell them you hate the thing they've devoted their lives to) just to see if they can help you envision ways to do work that is more aligned with your interests and long-term career goals. i know that those conversations can sometimes feel awkward to have -- but if the answer is no, or if there's no flexibility in your master's program at all to explore other interests, that might make your decision to stay or leave quite a bit easier (and who cares what they think of you if you go!).

the last thing I’ll say is: it sounds like your dissatisfaction is pretty rooted in the nature of the program and the discipline. but it might be worth asking yourself if you'd feel differently about the program if you weren't feeling overwhelmed by the workload, as you mentioned in your ask. sometimes that snowed-under feeling can make it harder to objectively assess your situation or how you're feeling about the program itself. those feelings of being unmotivated and burned out can often be a defense mechanism or an instinctive response to feeling overwhelmed—your brain's like, shut it all down!! shut down all the curiosity and interest and desire to do anything!! that may or may not apply in your situation, as it sounds like you were already having doubts about the program when you were deciding whether or not to accept their offer. but it’s just something to consider as you are thinking about your options.

hope this helps, and feel free to come back if i haven't quite answered your questions, or you have follow-up questions!

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