#Speaking with the Manager⏐⏐Answered Asks

[lemonlover1110]

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀!

Sylus

Pairing: Sylus x f!Reader

Summary: You leave a memento for Sylus before your business trip

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Smut, Oral Sex (m. receiving), FILMING (aka they make a sex tape), Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Cockwarming, Nipple Play, Praising

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Sylus gets pouty when he realizes you’ll be gone for a week. He doesn’t know how he ever survived without you. The thought almost seems impractical now. 

The issue with Sylus is that you notice he’s upset, but nobody else does. Sylus successfully manages to suppress any and all of his feelings. To everyone else he looks normal, but you notice that something is off with him. His lips are slightly pursed together instead of being in their typical straight line. His eyebrows are more together than usual, and you can’t help but notice how he subtly wrinkles his nose when you mention that you’ll be gone for a week.

He’s upset, but every time that you mention it Sylus completely denies it. He typically laughs, as if you’ve told some sort of joke when you’ve simply pointed out your observations. He keeps up the facade that he’s a big and strong man that won’t get upset by his girlfriend leaving him; even if it’s with you. You won’t push the matter though, if he claims that he isn’t upset then he’s not upset.

“Is everything packed?” Sylus asks, staring at the pink bag that contains all of your stuff for the week. Sure, it’s big but not enough for a week’s worth of clothes and necessities. It surprises him when you nod. “Sweetie, I know you aren’t low maintenance…”

“You act like I’ll be gone for a month. It’s just a week, and I’ll mostly be in uniform.” You respond, and you watch as his face contorts. He’s upset. Your eye could twitch at his reaction– It’s not that you’re mad that he’s upset, you’re mad because he denies it. No matter what you say he’ll deny it.

“Right, it’s just a week.” He answers. Comforting yet distressful words. 

“But maybe you’re right, in case I need to stay for longer I should pack–” You begin but before you can even finish the thought, the man cuts you off.

“Why would you need to stay for longer?” His words almost come out jumbled from how fast he speaks. He notices how he acts and corrects his speech, “Doesn’t the association have other hunters? Why would they exclusively force you to stay?”

“I’m important at my job, Sylus.” You point out, getting pouty yourself. However, you should be happy. You can see the distress in his eyes by the mere suggestion that you might have to stay for longer. “And since you won’t miss me around, I might just stay longer.”

“You’re more than welcome to.” He crosses his arms, not willing to let you win in this petty game that you have suddenly created. 

“Fine.” You frown, grabbing your bag from the bedroom and heading toward the door.

“Where are you going?” He questions as you begin to walk away.

“I’m sleeping in the guest room.” You announce, and you watch as he clenches his jaw; yet, he won’t say a thing. He nods. He’ll let you have your way.

You expect Sylus to be in your room within thirty minutes, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You know him enough to know that he’ll show up to your room eventually, you’re just not sure that you’ll be awake for when that happens. Your eyes are getting heavy, before you know it, you’ll be asleep.

Luckily, at thirty-one minutes, you feel a heavy weight settle in beside you. He’ll continue to deny that he’s upset. But he doesn’t have to admit that he’s upset for you to know– What difference will it make if he admits it?

“Are you asleep?” He whispers as his arm goes over your body, bringing you closer to him. You hum in response, quickly followed by a giggle from you. “Does that mean you don’t want to talk?”

“Will you admit that you’ll miss me?” You ask him as you feel his cold hand going under your shirt, looking for warmth. You nearly squeal at the cold hands, but you’re used to them. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, answering your question in the most unusual manner.

“Who’s going to warm me up?” He responds.

“Mephisto.” You joke, but he can’t find any humor in your words. He’s serious, yet you’re laughing.

“And who’ll keep me company?” He continues while your hand caresses his arm. He’s letting himself be soft, a pleasure that only you get to witness. He’d call it his weak side, but you think it’s his finest trait.

“I’m only one call away.” You remind him, but you understand that it’s not the same. You take his hand out of your shirt and turn on your side to look at him. He’s looking down at you with soft eyes, completely filled with worry.

“I want to see your face.” He says, and your hand goes to his cheek, pinching it. 

“Your phone has a camera, silly. You’re always calling me on facetime.” He’s finding issues with anything and everything, all which has a solution. Your lips land on the tip of his nose before you ask, “Is it because you’re going to miss my kisses and undivided attention?”

He stays quiet, and you peck his lips. You kiss him over and over again. You’ll do it until he asks you to stop, but Sylus is never going to stop you. As long as you’re all over him, he’s happy. 

“Kiss your hand whenever you miss me.” Your thumb caresses his cheek, and he looks at you with adoring eyes. You press your forehead against his, while his arm brings you closer to him.

“What if I’m missing more than just your kisses?” He asks, and your brows perk up. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s insinuating, but you choose to act stupid. You want to hear the exact words.

“Hmm… What do you mean?” You sit up, batting your eyelashes at him. A smirk comes to his lips, noting the mischief in your eyes. You get on top of him, knees on either side of him while his hands go to your waist.

“You know exactly what I mean, kitten.” He responds, his hands going under your shirt once again– This time, they aren’t looking for warmth; they’re being naughty and trailing up your skin. “What will I do when I need more than your kisses?”

“You have the internet.” You remind him, reaching into his pocket to pull out his precious phone. You input the password, one that so perfectly matches with your birthday, and open the browser on his phone. Before you can begin typing, he snatches the phone from your hand.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sylus’ eyes narrow as he stares at the tiny screen. You bite down your lip, suppressing a smirk. His eyes look back and forth between you and his phone.

“I was going to show you where you can go whenever you need a little bit more–” You begin, but he cuts you off. He’s almost offended that you were about to even suggest that.

“Why would I want to watch anyone that isn’t you, kitten?” He raises an eyebrow, and you feel your cheeks get warm at his comment. His hand goes under your chin, tilting your head to look directly down at him. “Do you understand my frustration?”

“It’s only a week.” Your words bring little to no comfort to him. 7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds. It’s not just a week. “What else can I do? It’s my job.”

“I told you that you can always quit– But since you don’t want to do that… Nothing.” He ends up sighing. You’d almost feel bad for Sylus, if he weren’t overreacting. You’ve lost count of the amount of times the amount suddenly disappeared for days on end.

“You’ll survive.” You tell him, as your eyes land on his phone. An idea comes to your mind, but you don’t have the guts to outright suggest it. You peck his lips before you whisper, “If you tell me you’ll miss me then I’ll do you a favor.”

“Which is?” He questions, and he watches your eyes land on his phone. He doesn’t need to be told twice, or in this case, not even once. He moves your hair out of the way and kisses your forehead, lips moving down to the tip of your nose and then your lips. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

“Now you can admit it.” You joke, lips landing on his, more intensely than any kiss you’ve shared tonight. His breathing gets heavy, body temperature suddenly rising as he feels your lips on yours. The moment an opening comes to you, your tongue enters his mouth and presses against his own. 

His hands roam through your body, going under your shirt and landing on your tits. Fingers circle and lightly pinch your nipples while his teeth bite down your bottom lip before pulling away. Sylus can’t properly enjoy himself before you push his hands away from your breasts,

You grab his phone, opening the camera and beginning the video, before forcing him to take it. You smile at the camera before your hands lift up your shirt, putting on a show for the screen. Sylus’ free hand can’t help itself, quickly fondling your chest.

“Make sure you get my good angle.” You adjust the camera before your body moves down. You begin to kiss his lower abdomen, moving down until his briefs stop you. Your finger hooks under the waist band, pulling down and freeing his cock from its restraints. 

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before you spit on it. Your head moves down, tongue circling the tip of his dick, earning a groan from him. He tries to keep the phone still, not wanting to look back at the footage and watch blurry footage, but it’s hard to keep still when he’s so sensitive. 

Eyes look up at him as your mouth wraps around his length, taking in as much as you can. You slowly bob your head, each movement earning a sound from the man. You’re putting on a show for him– Making a memorable video for him. It’ll be his most prized possession, yet the most confidential.

“Good job.” He praises, almost out of breath as your mouth gags on his cock. Tears well up in your eyes, his dick too much for you to handle. You’re trying to outdo yourself for the audience, taking all of him while you know that you can’t.

“You’re such a good girl.” He tells you while you take your mouth off his cock, spit coating your chin as you gasp for air. 

“Is it good, baby? Will you be thinking of this while I’m gone?” Your eyes are focused on the camera, not even bothering on looking at your boyfriend. Sylus would complain, if his eyes weren’t rolling to the back of his head. Your lips kiss the tip before your tongue circles around his cock again.

His voice gets louder as your mouth sets just the right pace. His breath gets caught up in his chest, slowly losing control. Your hand massages his balls as you watch Sylus’ face contort with pleasure.

Sylus moans your name as his cum hits the back of your throat. He groans as he empties himself inside your mouth. You take your mouth off his cock, making sure to swallow every last drop of his cum and sticking your tongue out so the camera can see how much of a good girl you are.

“Good girl, making sure to not waste a single drop.” Sylus says, his hand going down to your mouth and wiping the corner of your mouth. Your face goes up, lips landing on his own, which he happily receives. When he pulls away, he reminds you, “You have to complete the show, kitten.”

“Put the phone on the nightstand.” You tell him, and while he tries to find the perfect position, you take off your pants. His hands get shaky, desperate to continue. It’s the last time he’ll see you like this for a week, and he’ll make sure to enjoy every single minute. 

“Fuck– Fuck!” He curses as the phone falls, something that he’ll have to edit out of the video– Is he seriously thinking about editing his sex tape? He can simply fast forward, but that’ll just ruin his mood.

“Will you hurry?” You whine, getting desperate to feel him inside of you. You can’t wait for him to find the perfect position. Just as he settles the phone down perfectly, you push your panties to the side. You align his cock with your entrance, and slowly settle down on his length. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his cock fills you up.

“Fuck…” He mutters, out of breath as he feels your cunt wrap around him. As much as he loves your mouth, it truly can’t compare. Oh, he could cry knowing that he’ll only have his hand for a week. He’ll make do with what you’ve given him.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan, adjusting to his dick before you begin to move. You’re bouncing on his cock, setting a slow pace. His hands grip your ass while he lifts his face to bury it between your tits. He’ll make sure to enjoy his last few moments with you; it’s why you call him overdramatic, he acts as if he’ll never see you again. Though, right now you can’t complain about the way he acts. His tongue licks your cleavage before his mouth successfully latches onto your nipple.

Sylus moves his hips, moving much faster than you. You meet him half way, moans getting louder as his cock hits every right spot. Maybe you’re putting on such a show because you want the video yourself, you’ll definitely need it. You grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back which causes him to bite down before pulling away. The pain adds to the pleasure.

“You’re doing such a good job.” You talk to him as if he were a pathetic little pet. A tone of voice which he hates to admit he enjoys. “Are you my good boy, Sylus?”

“Yes.” He admits, sex brain getting the best of him– No, it’s something that he’d admit at any other time with you… Not with people around, but regardless, he’d admit it. “I’m your good boy, kitten.”

You smile, eyes darting directly at the tiny camera that captures the moment. Surely, he’ll deny that he ever said those words but luckily, you have an audience this time around.

“You feel so good.” He tells you, one hand going down to play with your clit. Your breath hitches, your hands wrapping to the back of his neck as your lips land on his. He’s met with pure carnal desire, a side of you that he rarely comes across with. A side that he thoroughly enjoys. 

“I’m gonna– Fuck–” You begin as you pull away, but you can’t finish your sentence. You begin to tighten around him, your orgasm rapidly approaching and taking over you. 

“Come all over me, sweetheart.” His eyes look down at his cock, watching as your pussy wraps around it. A sight that he’ll be thinking about for 604,800 seconds. His phone will do no justice. 

“Sylus– It’s so fucking good!” You’re practically screaming, surely making a spectacle of yourself. You’d make a great actress, that’s for sure. You throw your head back, mouth falling agape as pleasure consumes you.

“Good job, kitten. Good job.” He praises you as your orgasm consumes you and you make a mess all over him. He can’t help but grab the phone and practically show off to where your two bodies meet. It’s a sight that he never wants to forget about.

“Look at you, you made such a mess.” He clicks his tongue, but it’s a mess that he appreciates, especially with how your pussy feels around him. Your lips meet once again, while his thrusts become unregulated. 

“I’m gonna come inside you, okay?” He tells you, making you frantically nod in response. Before you know it, Sylus’ seed coats your insides. The man is unwilling to pull out until he makes sure that every last drop of his cum is inside of you– Though that’s hard as it drips out of your cunt and coats his cock. 

Sylus makes sure to get one last frame of your pussy, before panning the camera to your face. You smile at the camera, winking before you kiss the lens. That’s when Sylus decides to end the perfect video. 

“Is that enough for you?” You ask as you try to lift yourself up from his cock, but his hands hold you down.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit.” You swear you see a pout on his lips once again. He doesn’t want to let you go just yet.

“Fine.” You agree as his lips peck yours ever-so-lovingly.

“I’ll miss you.” He finally admits, and you smile before kissing him again. You had imagined the revelation to be more romantic… But this will make do.

“I love you, Sylus.”

“I love you too.”

[aninipanin1]

Hihi, here is some food for thought, albeit rather niche!

Ex-Professional Footballer Young Manager who agrees to play as a substitute player in a match in exchange for a major business sponsor for Blue Lock, and suddenly was absent from the Blue Lock Facility for a week because of it. The Blue lock boys (who didn't know about her football background bc she didn't think it was anything impressive compared to their achievements in Blue lock) panicking thinking Ego locked her off, only to end up learning the truth and watching (fanboying over) her match.

STRIKER OF THE HEART AND GAME

Notes: Yall never fail to give me the most, diabetic and tooth-decaying ideas to write. Theyre all so sweet, and I love reading ALL your asks.

"Good luck, Y/n-chan! You can do it!" Anri cheered beside you, watching you put on your cleats and gloves inside the sports bag as you sat on the tiles ground of Ego's office.

Speaking of the man, he had his back on you, eyes focused on the CCTV cameras around the facility as he watched the players practice in their own respective stratums and places. He was the epitome of calm, cool, and collected, opposite of the pounding of your heart just thinking about playing the sport once again.

Well, its not like Ego is about to be subbed in a team as its center midfielder where he has no prior knowledge or experience playing with, and being expected to dominate nonetheless.

"Thank you, Anri-san! Um...I'll try my best."

"Why are you nervous, Y/n-chan?"

A squeak was heard from Ego's swivel chair, as the man turned around to face you, his eyes disapproving and empty as it always looked. He stood up before folding his upper half forward to meet your eyes.

"You are in Blue Lock. A team already passed the average-at-best standard and world of Japan. Even if you are a manager here, you know the key to awaken your true capability, you know your own ego and strengths. Use them, use them wisely. I chose you as the manager of this place for a reason."

You looked at the man, your main mentor ever since you have been in this place with a smile. One large enough to brighten up your whole face. You know that even if his words came out somewhat harsh, this is his way of caring. Having seen it time and time again with how he interacted with the Blue Lockers, it was his way of comforting and at the same time looking out for your pre-game morale.

"Of course, Ego-san! I'll win this game!"

And with that, you headed out of the facility, inside one of the buses provided by the higher-ups and started the journey to where the match will be held.

"Y/n-chan! Let's eat lunch togeth- Eh? Y/n-chan?"

Shidou burst through your office door, ready to jump and hug you, and hopefully, have you join him in the cafeteria to eat lunch. But to his surprise, you were not there.

You would always be there when it was lunchtime, writing down some things or eating away in the confines of the room. But today, you were nowhere to be seen.

Shrugging, the striker just hopped his way to the cafeteria, thinking that you may be there. But to his chagrin, you also were not there. Shidou started to get a bit upset and sad, after all, he has not seen you for hours! He needs his daily dose of Y/n.

"Hey, has any of you guys seen Y/n? I haven't seen her since breakfast. She told me she'd help me schedule my workouts." The blonde heard Karasu talking with the other PXG members in the cafeteria.

But much to their worries, everyone seemed to be experiencing the same thing. No one has seen you since you entered the cafeteria to eat breakfast, and that was very unlike you. You would usually be walking around the facility, helping with the players and staff or even accomplishing your never ending responsibilities and tasks.

"Hmm, maybe she is just busy in her office? Or with Ego-san? We know how her work piles up aomost every second. I feel bad for her." Nanase answered Karasu's inquiry. His theory was not that farfetched and could possibly be true if Shidou did not just went there a few minutes ago.

"She isn't in her office, headband. I tried to look for her everywhere, but she isnt here."

"Not even in a different stratum?" Karasu added.

"Dunno. Didn't check."

"Then don't assume, idiots. She's probably in the other stratums-" But Karasu was cut off when their door to the cafeteria opened to reveal Reo who looked a bit panicked.

"Has any of you guys seen Y/n-chan around in your stratum?"

"Er, no. Why?"

"Then she's really missing. I've been running around the other stratums to ask if they've seen her anywhere but she is nowhere! You guys are the last place I asked and...well you get the idea."

Now that made all of them panic, where were you?!

Looking around at each other, they nodded as if they thought the same thing at the same time. There was definitely only one person who knows where you are.

Welp, time to go to Ego's office.

"What?" The man said, annoyed and a bit angry at the accusatory questions. Well, it was not accusatory but the thought of doing what the players were saying made him feel like they think he was dumb.

"Was she kicked out and we'll get a new manager?!" Reo said, panicking.

"What?! No, Y/n-chan is the best. You can't do that!" Charles said, frowning heavily. His teeth bared as if he was ready to bite Ego if he did confirm he kicked you out.

"Oi, four eyes if you kicked her out, I will kick you literally." Shidou threatened.

"Did she leave us here?" Rin said. Even if his voice sounded neutral and cold, there was a slight crack that indicated he was absolutely heartbroken if that was the case.

"No, you idiots. She didn't leave, nor did I kick her out. I am not dumb and she pampers you all too much for her to just leave." Ego rolled his eyes at the overdramatic and outlandish thoughts they had. Instead, he turned his swivel chair to face the monitors that were mounted on the wall.

"She is out for the week. She has to play in some matches. Unfortunately, no is not an option since it was tue JFU's decision. Now leave and go back to training, or else someone will indeed be kicked out of this place, and it's not her. Now go."

This definitely made the PXG team's (and Reo's) ears perk up in interest. You? Playing in a match? In a football match?! Holy cow, why did they not know? Or better yet, why did you not tell them?

That afternoon, most of the PXG members huddled together as they searched your game in the tablet provided in Blue Lock. And to no one's surprise, it was currently live, and the game is just about to start.

Meanwhile, in the Manshine stratum, Reo dragged both Nagi and Chigiri in their rooms and prepared the tablet.

"What are we even watching, Reo? I wanna play." Nagi mumbled on the pillow, laying down on the purple-haired male's bed stomach down, Chigiri who sat down on his bed as well nodded.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't mind. But it's not that important, is it." Reo looked offended when Chigiri even tried to insinuate that the match was not important.

"What do you mean not important?! Y/n-chan is going to play as their midfielder! Its the most important thing ever! We're already lacking because we're not there at all to support her! So we have to support her from here."

Now that got Chigiri to straighten up, and Nagi awake, both their eyes wide. They thought it would just be a normal exhibition match. But Reo did not mention you would be playing! Then maybe they would have immediately paid attention.

"You mean Y/n-chan is playing?!" Chigiri said in shock.

"Y/n-chan...I want to watch...!" Nagi said, for the first time paying attention to something, his once half-lidded eyes wide awake and focused on the screen of the tablet.

"Yeah! I didn't tell you?" Reo asked to which he just got a pillow thrown on his face, courtesy of Chigiri.

"No, you dumbass! Just start playing the live, geez."

Needless to say, the two teams even forgot to eat their dinner just to see the end of your match was an understatement. The members were too focused on their screens.

Charles, Rin, Shidou, Chigiri, Reo, and even sometimes Nagi would be muttering curses and mean words towards your teammates who would fail to receive the ball that you so graciously give them from the midfield. There were even times when you would give it to them in a place optimal for a goal, with a pass that even an amateur can score a goal with but they would still miss.

"That number 9 is a fucking idiot." Rin rolled his eyes.

"Number 9? You mean number 21! She is the worst striker I have ever seen! Hmph! If I was (nickname) I would never pass to her!" Charles said throwing his fists up in the air.

"Why is she even the striker? Y/n-chan should have been the striker, and instead, she's stuck at the midfield." Karasu commented.

"Poor Y/n-chan. The enemy team is already ahead of 2 points, and they still have none." Tokimitsu said the moment he saw your face when the camera panned at you. You looked stressed and a bit annoyed at your incompetent teammates.

"If I was her, I would have probably punched that number 21 girl." Shidou said with the angriest face anyone has seen him. After all, they were strikers, and they know a good pass when they see one. Yours were absolutely perfect every time, and if they received a pass like that, they would never waste it away by being locked by the goalkeeper orget stolen by the other team.

The Manshine players were not fairing well either. Reo was clenching the poor blanket too harsh in anger at their strikers and even the defenders and midfielders for leaving you alone at times and not syncing with your smart plans.

"Absolutely horrendous!! Why didn't they go there?! Even an idiot would know that Y/n-chan lured the other team's players there for a reason!" Reo complained.

"They're absolutely brainless at the game." Chigiri rolled his eyes, although he did feel a little amused that someone like Reo, who is usually a gentleman to girls, throwing curse words at the players.

"Hmm...I would be so happy if Y/n-chan gave me a perfect pass like that. She would even clear up some of the defenders just so number 21 or nymber 10 can score a goal." Nagi commented, a frown on his face, not liking that your team was losing.

But of course, when you make a mistake, its forgivable. Like the one time you received the ball a bit sloppily, mainly because you were growing tired.

"Well duh, of course she would miss. She's tired of carrying the whole team on her shoulders." Reo said.

In the dying minutes of the game, with only less than 10 minutes left, with the score being 2-0 in favour of the opposing team, you seemed to have had enough. You became a ballhog, dribbling like a pro against the defenders and midfielders, using your teammates as shields just for you to score a goal.

And let's just say that if Ego was not watching the match as well, he would have scolded the two teams for screaming like wild animals when you scored.

"Now that's a goal you fucking idiots!" Shidou laughed and jumped like a monkey along with Charles.

"She's the only decent player, which sucks." Rin rolled his eyes.

Some of the members of your team ran to congratulate with you, but instead of celebrating, you turned to the striker who looked a bit annoyed that you did not pass to her and scored yourself.

"If you can't do your work as a striker. Then I will do it and score. Do me a favour and get out of my way, that's the least you can do to help this team win."

Everyone was silent after you said it with a straight and emotionless face, just watching you walk away to your place in the court. To say that the striker was pissed was an understatement. She was the striker of this team for more than three years now! She was also older than you, meaning she deserved respect, and you had the audacity? You were just an intern, a replacement of their midfielder.

The other team members were split into two. Some who are close to the striker immediately sided with her and started to glare at you, while some who really wanted to win were more on your side, but they decided to just stay neutral and continue playing.

Until the end of the game, you were a ballhog, passing scarcely to avoid it being stolen by the enemies.

'Tsk, at least some of the defenders in this team are decent.'

Doing a quick roulette on the defender in front of you and immediately holding the shoulder of the one to your left. You squinted your eyes and shot another goal, this time it had a bit of curve to it that the goalkeeper did not read so it resulted into another miracle goal, or atleast thats what they called it because there was only 2 minutes left in the game.

Everyone in the stadium were on their feet, even the commentators stood up shouting in their mic in amazement.

"What...WHAT A GOAL!! THE INFAMOUS MANAGER OF BLUE LOCK HERSELF, Y/N L/N, SCORED A MIRACLE GOAL! A GOAL THAT EQUALIZES HER TEAM!"

In the end, there came an additional time but unfortunately, no goal came. After all, you were tired beyond belief as stamina had always been your problem and hence why you do not play much anymore.

So, it came to penalties. You managed to score your own penalty, but to say that your other teammates flopped was an understatement. The other team, however, managed to score 2 penalty goals, hailing them the winner of the match.

The boys, who watched in the Blue Lock facility, were more than pissed of course. You lost because of those stupid teammates of yours that dragged you down. The worst part is that they know you can produce better plays if only your teammates can catch up to it.

Ego, who waa watching remained neutral as ever, while Anri was gripping her hair in annoyance.

"It can't be helped. This is why we are striving to change Japanese football, Anri-chan." Ego said.

In the locker room, you remained quiet and neutral as always as you took a shower and changed into your normal clothes. But as you did, the striker of the team came out, her face contorted in annoyance.

"We lost because you were a fucking ballhog. Why couldn't you just pass the ball to me or Hana over here? Heck even to Aiyo-"

"Not really. We lost because none of you scored your penalties. Even if not all of you did, if only some of you did, we could have won. My ballhog move was for the best, after all, it was the one that scored us two points and equalized us. It was even the reason we got to play longer." You said with a straight face, just saying facts. But to the others, especially to the striker, you were bragging about being the best in the team and dissing their skills which pissed her off more.

If it was not for the manager walking in, the situation would have gotten worse. Thankfully, the manager was not any of the players as he congratulated and thanked you for your hat trick. And said, it was very much impressive seeing as the opposing team was one of the strongest in Japan.

"It's nothing, sir. I still had fun playing. Thank you."

With one last bow you left them to themselves.

"Why did you not tell us about this?!" Isagi said, mad and horrified. The other two teams did not tell them that you were playing matches and that you did one yesterday and he did not get to watch it?!

"Yeah! Chigiri, you're so mean!" Bachira said with a pout, while Niko just agreed.

"I'll tell Ubers about this. They have another one tomorrow right?"

"Yeah. At 7:30 pm. We wanted to support Y/n-chan even if we're stuck here. But be aware, her team is so shit it gets annoying and that Y/n is the only carrying that team. So yeah..." Chigiri said to which Isagi just shrugged.

"Oh, it can't be that bad, right?"

Oh, how wrong he was. Wednesday came, and all the teams all camped in a meeting room (inside the Bastard Munchen stratum) and set up the live (they managed to convince Ego, which was surprising but knowing his favouritism towards you, it was not that surprising).

At first, it was just the Blue Lockers, but when Kaiser, along with Ness, entered the meeting room, they were a little curious.

"Leave, Kaiser." Isagi rolled his eyes, to which the German just smirked.

"Oh, but I heared little Y/n will be playing a game. I want to watch how she does, of course."

Now, the meeting room was crowded as hell. Even some of the masters went to watch, for God's sake. The moment the match started, the whole pace was quiet down, and everyone's attention was on the screen of the large tv.

You got the ball early in the game as you dribbled past the midfielders and decided to give the strikers one chance to prove if they'll be worth passing to in this match.

You decided to give a curved pass accurate to where number 21 was, till now you did not really have any care to know what her name was. It was a pass that was easy to score a goal with. You put a good spin to it, and it was optimal for any type of straight shot.

Even the Blue Lockers rolled their eyes at this, not liking that you're going easy on your team, especially after what happened last game.

"If she doesn't score that, I don't have any hope for any of them at all, except Y/n-chan." Chigiri commented, remembering how pissed he was when he watched the previous game.

They all watched the striker, receiving the ball with the side of her right foot and kicked to the net only for it to hit the goalpost, bouncing on it to end outside.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Isagi let out, everyone started to curse as well as the others.

"I mean, I would make a comment about how they're a Division 3 team. But anyone could have scored that goal..." Yukimiya said, shaking his head. This was a professional team? He thinks not.

"I think I know that striker girl. I have heard of her before... yeah. She was supposedly good, guess fame got to her head and she didn't improve anymore." Niko said, thinking back to some articles he has read about her. If that was the case, it would be rather sad that she wasted her talents and skills to remain in that same level forever instead of bettering herself.

After that fluke of a goal, you ended up just passing the ball to some of the defenders and midfielders who are much more efficient in protecting the ball or even scoring. After all, you were not used to being a ballhog, and the last game was just a desperate measure. But now, you had time to flesh out the game and your strategies instead of going all instinct.

Passing to one of the midfielders whom you knew named Yuko, you let her weave her way through the enemies before using her being stuck in the middle of two of them as a way for her to have no choice but pass it to you, which she did. You received it through the small opening before running through the field, dribbling the ball as fast as you can (you weren't a natural like Bachira or even Lavinho, but you weren't bad at it) before you were stopped by the opponent's defenders, who were lured by the aspect that you were not the best dribbler they have seen and to hopefully steal the ball.

Instead of fighting or dribbling past them, you kicked the ball high. It was high enough to seem like it was a pass, only it was to get past the defenders. It curved downwards as the goalkeeper tried to catch it, to no avail.

You scored your first goal of the night. And by God, was it magical to see. You were like a magical siren, elegantly swimming past the defenders, luring them using your elegant plays and seemingly understandable and naive plays so they can try and intercept you, only for you to turn around and be the one to make use of their belief that you were an easy. Just like the old sailors who thought that the beautiful girl in the middle of the ocean was an innocent woman, lured in by her beauty and hypnotizing voice, only to be dragged down the sea in despair.

You were that. Beautiful yet deadly. This was something none of the players or even masters have seen.

You looked ahead at the goal, not even celebrating as you just wiped the sweat on your forehead. As if you did not just plunge the opposing defenders into your sea, drowning them in despair.

"Damn...I've never seen her play...I kinda wish I did before..." Oliver said, breathless. The rest seemed like it as well, as if they were the players on the field, affected by your siren song.

"Now I get why Ego called her play...hypnotizing once...this is what he meant..." Kunigami added.

"Heh, a play that is so beautiful yet naive looking to lure in those around her, only to turn around and show her hidden monstrous side the moment she's in her golden zone for a goal. A killer playstyle that kid got." Lavinho said as he rested his back on the walls. You looked like you were dancing on the field so beautifully and elegantly. He would know since he was a dancer. And now he wonders if you had any backgrounds in dancing. The way you position your foot, your posture, the way you moved, and your isolation, it all reminded him of a dancer. He'll have to ask you.

"See! I told you guys. Y/n-chan is absolutely breathtaking when she plays." Bachira said excitedly. He had you play with him before, and he had a taste of your true ego before. Needless to say, it was one of the reasons why he had a crush on you somewhat. Your posture and the way you moved with a ball at the time to him was the perfect form for dribbling. And so, he would ask you for help in training and well, it was brutal but fun.

"Hmm, now I know your hidden side, Y/n. That crazy four-eyes definitely picked the right person to be the manager of these losers." Kaiser whispered under his breath.

ADDITIONAL TIME:

After the game:

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[lexiputellas]

Unfinished Business

Part 1

Today’s morning was uneventful. Routine, even. You woke up, got ready, debated between waves or a ponytail, eventually choosing waves. Breakfast was a slow affair, each bite dragging as if delaying the inevitable workday. By the time you arrived at the office, coffee in hand, you had fallen into your usual rhythm—settling in, checking emails, and, most importantly, catching up with the receptionist.

She has a new boyfriend. Or maybe he’s just a lover. She hasn’t quite decided yet, and you, naturally, need to know all the details. Maybe that was your mistake—getting too involved in gossip. If you had been more focused, you might’ve avoided what happened next.

You glance up and see Paige walking into the reception area. It’s been a few weeks since your last encounter, and you had convinced yourself that was the end of it. Apparently not.

She hasn’t spotted you yet. Maybe you should leave.

Shit—she sees you.

You try to read her expression, to gauge what kind of thoughts are running through her head. She turns to the receptionist and speaks first. “I have a meeting with…” She checks her phone. “Ah, my new agent. He should be expecting me.”

Thank God. It’s with your boss, not you.

Then she shifts her attention to you. Your mind races through every possible worst-case scenario, but she just gives you an easy smile and says, “Hi, I’m Paige. And you are?”

You blink. You know she knows exactly who you are. You also know what she’s doing.

“I’m part of the compliance team,” you answer.

Her smirk deepens. “Oh, so you do contracts?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, hope to see you more often.”

You have no words. None at all. You manage a polite excuse and retreat to your office, collapsing into your chair, replaying the entire interaction in your head.

Are you screwed? No. Definitely not. You mean, probably. Just not in the way you’re thinking right now.

You take a deep breath and sip your coffee.

The morning after, you did what any sane person in your situation would do—you told Paige to leave. Well, actually, you demanded it. Were you a little harsh? Probably. Did you regret inviting her over? No. But should you? Absolutely. It wasn’t professional.

With that, your mind drifts to past mistakes.

Do you have unresolved emotional issues? Absolutely. Did you break up with your ex because you thought she was about to propose? Yeah. Yeah, you did. Turns out, you were right—she was planning to propose.

But right now, you need to focus. You take another sip of your coffee, trying to snap yourself out of it.

And that’s when you see Paige again.

You nearly drop your cup.

She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Wow. Didn’t know I was that scary.”

You set your coffee down before you actually spill it. “You’re not. I just… wasn’t expecting you.”

She raises a brow. “Expecting me to find out that you work for this agency?”

You huff out a laugh, rubbing your temples. “I mean, that too, to be fair.”

Paige steps further into your office, casually looking around before meeting your gaze again. “So… what are the chances you’re handling my contract?”

You shake your head. “That would be my boss.”

She grins. “Good. I’d hate for this to be awkward.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Right. Because it’s not awkward already.”

She leans over your desk slightly, lowering her voice just enough to make your pulse jump. “I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to let her get to you. “I guess so.”

She tilts her head. “We should go out.”

You blink. “What?”

“You know, a drink, dinner, something fun.”

You scoff. “No.”

She looks amused. “No?”

You shrug. “I mean, I don’t see why—”

Paige smirks. “Maybe I should ask my agent to put you in my contract, you know, so we see each other really more often.”

That strikes you. No. No, you do not want to be in her contract.

You narrow your eyes. “If I go with you, will you drop this?”

She grins, triumphant. “Well, yes. But only if I choose the place.”

You sigh, defeated. “Fine. Just tell me the day, the time, and what I’m supposed to wear—because I’m not going anywhere undressed.”

Paige’s smirk turns downright mischievous. “Tonight.”

You blink. “What?”

She leans against your desk, clearly enjoying this. “I’m picking you up at eight. Wear anything you want. You look hot in anything.” Her gaze flickers over you, lingering just long enough to make your skin heat up.

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “I mean, I know that. But oblivious as I am, give me a hint.”

She grins. “Something fancy, but not that fancy.”

You groan, already regretting this. “So, cryptic. Great.”

She winks. “See you at eight.”

And just like that, she’s gone, leaving you staring at your coffee, wondering what the hell you just agreed to.

Obs: This is a series, I’m not really good at tumblr, so bare with me! The reader (or OC, still undecided) works in the contracts department of an agency for professional athletes. She doesn’t interact with them directly—she just handles contracts. Meanwhile, Paige has just been drafted to her new team!

[cockettechris]

ASSISTANT'S WORK - M.S.

Matthew Sturniolo. One of the best lawyers in Boston, if not the best. He was 25, young for being so successful at what he does. Being as successful as he is means he needed an assistant, which happens to be you. As you fill out important files of some sort you're called to his office.

You gently knock on the door, knowing how 'cranky' he could be sometimes. After he tells you to come in, you walk across the carpeted floor before softly sitting in the leather chair across from his desk. He's still on the phone, getting frustrated with what you assumed was his girlfriend or something.

"Yeah no- what? Okay bye." He said sort of harshly as he hangs up, running a hand over his face before he looked at you. "Sorry, my brother Chris wanted to know what shirt he should wear. Fuckin' idiot.." You just sat there, not wanting to interrupt him. "Anyway Y/N, I called you in here because I noticed you've been slacking off on the tasks I've been giving you." "I'm sorry- I don't mean to-" He interrupted you, "Y/N. To be honest I don't really care. But since it's the right thing to do I'm gonna ask if something has been going on."

Truth be told yeah there was something. It's not everyday your boyfriend of 6 months cheats on you and sends you a video of him doing it. "Uhm well, just my boyfriend, or ex I guess cheated on me and-" He interrupted you again. "I don't need the whole sob story alright? Just make sure you get your tasks done on time if you wanna keep your job. Also I need to stay back tonight."

You nodded, knowing if you protested he'd get pissed. Not that you didn't like it, it turned you on if anything. "Alright well, continue filing those files and just, try to forget about him alright?" He said the last part softly, as if he spoke too loudly about it something would happen. "Got it, thank you Mr. Sturniolo". He nodded as you got up, shut the door and went back to your desk.

The rest of the day dragged on with a blur. A blur full of filling out files, answering phone calls, getting lunch and coffee, and other stuff. Then the clock hits 8:00. Closing time. A couple minutes after everyone left he calls you into his office. Again. You slowly open the door and see him taking off his suit jacket, setting it on the leather couch carefully. "Ah, Y/N. Sit." He says as he points to the leather chair across from his desk. You notice how when you sit his eyes linger on your body.

"I've been thinking about what you said earlier. About your ex cheating on you. It's messed up. Truly. I'm sorry if it sounded like I didn't care about it, I do. I care about you aswell. But you need to forget about it." You smiled softly at his words, before speaking. "I don't know how. It's hard." He smirked. "I know a way. Trust me you'll forget all about him."

"Fuck.." You barely managed to moan out. You're not sure how you ended up bent over your bosses desk as he pounds into you from behind. You were complaining? Hell no. "Yeah thaats it." He hissed out as he went almost all the way out before slamming back in. This was beyond anything better than you ever experienced. Yes you've had sex, but not like this. You could feel every vein on his cock.

God he loved how you felt around him, it was heaven. "This all ya needed?" You could only nod at his words. He suddenly grabbed your hair, forcing you against him as he continued moving in and out of you. "What? Can't even talk now?" You barely managed a small "n-no." He smirked at your pathetic attempt to talk. "Just needed your boss to fuck you dumb? Such a good slut, squeezing me so tight."

"Not gon' last long in ya sweetheart." He let go of your hair and gently put you back on his desk. "Can feel ya clenchin' me baby, gonna cum?" You whimpered softly, not even trying to talk. "Yeah atta girl. Come on, cum on this dick." He reached down in between your legs to rub your sensitive clit, trying to make you let go faster.

"F-Fuck." You moaned out loudly. "Go ahead. Cum all over my cock." A loud moan left your dry and parted lips as you came, running down his veiny dick. "S-Shit baby, 'm not far behind." He kept going, becoming faster and faster as he chased his orgasm. "Fuckk. You feel so good. Fuckin' made for me I swear." With one final thrust he came, pouring all his cum into you.

After the fact when you're putting your clothes on, after he helped clean you up. He came over to you as he fixed his tie and gently kissed your forehead. "You alright?" He asked softly. You managed out a small 'yeah'.

"I don't why we haven't done that before to be honest. But you do know we have to pretend this didn't happen right? You work for me. This meant nothing." You nodded. You understood it would be hard to try and just forget about it.

"I gotta go home to my daughter, my mom's watching her. See you tomorrow Y/N." He said, kissing you softly before he left.

Shit.

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✿ ─── OFFICE ROMANCE : 박성훈

SYNOPSIS : where sunghoon joined a company and started to fall for his junior

PAIRING : 𝓅ark sung𝒽oon x gn reader ; GENRE : headcanons, fluff, office romance, coworkers to lovers ; WC : 1.2k approx!

───── 【 𝒾mas’ note 】 ❍ :: this was requested, anon tysm i enjoyed writing this one alot so i kinda went with flow and now it's over 1k word count. Hope you like it ^3^

WARNINGS : english is not my first language! slight office hours romance, sunghoon is a loverboy, that's all I think

DISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

COWORKER SUNGHOON! who recently joined the company and impressed the CEO with his spectacular resume.

Coworker Sunghoon! who became marketing manager because of his enlightenment regarding the profit benefits.

Coworker Sunghoon! who was introduced to you as the project manager of the department and who will join him with others for the project. (click to read more)

Coworker Sunghoon! who was impressed and quickly acknowledged your ideas, making him gain interest in you.

Coworker Sunghoon! who would initiate conversations with you, leading you to share your thoughts and ideas about different topics and interests.

Coworker Sunghoon! who would get teased by his best friend and also his colleagues for smiling like a fool while watching you simply talk to clients in a pontificating manner.

Coworker Sunghoon! who was utterly awestruck by your witty responses with professionalism to vile clients and other colleagues who downplayed others, who swoons over your confident nature.

Coworker Sunghoon! who admires your fashion sense for your attire especially when it correlates to his interest so he seizes the opportunity to ask your help to shop for his sisters and mother's presents.

Coworker Sunghoon! who also convinces you to buy some clothes for yourself because, his words — “you look good in it so it's calling out your name.”

Coworker Sunghoon! who is just a shy and introverted person who gets misinterpreted by higher ups in the offices as an aloof and cold person.

Coworker Sunghoon! who heard the rumours among his colleagues which makes him upset and questions about his demeanor.

Coworker Sunghoon! who finds you in his cabin during lunch hours to ask him to go out with you for lunch and he agrees while he immediately gets flustered and shy.

Coworker Sunghoon! who finds solace and comfort in your words as you assure him that people love him how he is and he shouldn't feel down about his nature because of others.

Coworker Sunghoon! who asked you to eat lunch with him everyday cause he felt comfortable in your presence insisting to join his little group of friends and soon you are getting closer to Jay's partner.

Coworker Sunghoon! who requests Jay's partner to play cupid after the realisation dawns upon him that his interest lies more than similarities between you.

Coworker Sunghoon! who isn't afraid to show his feelings in a subtle manner but is too shy to speak them aloud so he rather chose acts of service.

Coworker Sunghoon! who invites you to his group's traditional movie night to escape and relax after a whole week of working.

Coworker Sunghoon! who feels more closure among the two of you because of the coziness of outside work.

Coworker Sunghoon! who joins you in the backyard after everyone is asleep while you both share laughs.

Coworker Sunghoon! who found himself trapped in the blanket of comfort leading him confessing his feelings in the starry night of the backyard.

Coworker Sunghoon! whose heart leaps out of his chest when you answered you felt the same. He couldn't believe what he heard but immediately gins wide as he hugs you out of his excitement.

Coworker Sunghoon! who immediately pulls you into a kiss after you give him permission, letting out a content sigh and his smile never leaving.

Coworker Sunghoon! who failed to notice his friends recording the whole thing which will be taped and shown on his wedding day.

Coworker Sunghoon! who is no more just a coworker but also your boyfriend.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who tried to keep your relationship subtle in the office but failed miserably because of his loving and longing gaze on you.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who gets teased for his relationship every now and then which turns him all crimson red.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who stays profesional during office hours but is very clingy after hours — always giving random back hugs, neck and shoulder pecks, oh his favourite kissing your lips because he can't get enough.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who will tease you during office hours when no one is looking or is present in his cabin by tickling your neck softly or grabbing your hips and leaving flirty remarks.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who gets caught off guard when his teasing backfires as soon grab his tie and pull him closer while pinching his sides.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who feels proud of you when you get promoted and treats you a lovely dine out.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who makeouts with you in the back seat of his car as you both leave the restaurant after dinner date.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who pulls you onto his lap holding you close to him while his breath cuts short after the makeout session.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who holds everyone accountable in the team including you when he witnesses a missing detail which makes you upset, not because he is your boyfriend but because he is also your senior and you're afraid to disappoint everyone.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who knows you like to be a perfectionist so he feels bad for you knowing you will be anxious and overwhelmed the whole day.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who leaves the office an hour early only to come back with a bouquet of your favourite flowers to pick you up.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who takes you to his home where he has ordered/prepared your fav greasy fast food knowing it will cheer you up.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who gives you a massage and soft kisses while cuddling you close to him as you both watch your favourite drama/series.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who profusely apologises for scolding you but you confront him knowing he was just being fair and professional.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who still wants to apologise publicly so you don't face any baseless rumours and jabs about your relationship so he writes a big apology note and sticks to his cabin door knowing it will be clear to everyone.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who made every colleague of yours admire your relationship and coo at you for having a man of dreams by his big note pasted on the door.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who gets scolded by the CEO for sticking the note and he apologises for it but both of them know he doesn't mean the apology, he will do anything for you and your protection.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! whose apology said “I needed to stay professional and fair so I scolded the love of my life along with everyone, but this is my apology to her confessing I would love her even after all her mistakes and accept every flaw of hers with open arms because it's my responsibility to provide her comfort and love. Writing this not as her senior but as Park Sunghoon who loves her dearly with my heart on my palm for her to take and either keep it or play with it.”

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[bwobgames]

On the ever-bustling capital

The station awakes

The last time he’d been in the capital it was spring, for a wedding. He remembers sitting by the fan until night came.

And yet, even with such inscrutable proof, he still decided that it was a good idea to come back in summer.

Like some sort of forgetful fool.

Hm- actually, no. Just a fool. He doesn’t like that other word.

He is detective Oliver Beebo and he has solved the mystery of the overheating city.

The answer is global warming and corporate greed. Money now, please.

"Take my hand, alright? Let’s not get lost here"

It’s not that big of a place, but who is he to judge. Guess he’ll have to hold hands with his very hot boyfriend! Hot in multiple ways. He might be used to it, but the heat affects him too.

It must have. he can’t be the only one dying here! With Ángel as the sole survivor! That'd be too cliche now!

Hopefully everyone is fine as well.

Okay. Never mind. Ángel was right. This place is massive.

And absolutely full of people! Are they synthetizing humans here or what? How is it possible to have this many people around every day!

It’s… almost a bit too much. It’s slowly becoming too much. It’s really starting to be too much.

“Ángel. Um.”

“Let’s not enter yet, yeah? We are the first ones here, and the train is not moving anytime soon”

Ah, yes. The train. His salvation from hell city.

He heard there was going to be a free showing of multiple museums, so, like an easily amused fool, he asked Ángel to do a quick visit to the capital.

It was hot.

Usually, his dreams are filled with snow, but the heat won’t leave him even in sleepy land.

Small miracles, he guesses.

And even more miraculously, the Margulis were also sick of the heat, and decided to get a trip to the south as vacation. So why not get the gang back together and hitch a ride back home!

Of course, because they are not normal people who travel by an overnight bus, they simply must try out the new train.

Something about vintage realistic experience from when the country was filled with trains.

Well, he can’t complain much. Trains are awesome.

“Alright, just checked the groupchat. Vivi says she’s gonna be here soon, Marigold says they are leaving the house as we speak, and Nadia told me to die. So, everything seems to be going well!”

“Why is everything here so overpriced. Why was there a shopping mall inside there. When does summer ends.”

“Ahaha, that’s the shark mindset, my beloved. A place with so much people traffic? An opportunity like no other. Reminds me of the good old days, when I was evil and had money”

“You barely did anything economy wise. And you still get money from branding”

“Haha, that’s true!”

“Speaking of overpriced evil things, Let’s go get a snack! The train has bathrooms, so we have nothing to worry about”

“… Inside? In the torment nexus? With the many people and smells and lights?”

“Ah, we don’t have to if you don’t want to! We can wait until the train opens! I wasn’t that hungry anyways.”

Ángel’s tummy rumbles

“Ignore that. My demons.”

“You can go. I’ll wait here”

“.......”

“Really! I’ll be fine! Look! I’m no longer a noddle arms boy anymore! Your workout thing worked! So…”

“This place is dangerous.”

“I know my way around the common mugger”

“No, these guys are even more dangerous! They’d kill for nothing more than your phone! A-And the luggage is-!”

“Ángel.”

“I’ll be alright. You trust me, right?”

“I do... But it’s the other people that-!”

“Then you trust all the years of detective work that I’ve managed to survive. Assassins and Houses included”

“.......”

“...Fine. Fine, I get it. Just... If anyone tries to rob you, just give them everything, okay? Your phone, your shoes, whatever! I’ll buy you anything, so don’t try to fight back, yeah?”

“And don’t wander off! Stay in this street, okay? If you get lost just search for the giant awful clock. Without breaking it this time. I can buy you phones, but I’d really rather not pay another clock you ‘accidentally’ broke”

“It had it coming”

“And try to be close to people alright? Don’t wander off where there’s no people!”

“I’ll stay right here!”

“...Oliver.”

“Yeah, okay, I won’t. But I can always call you, yeah?”

“Yeah… Yeah. You can. It’s going to be fine.”

“I want a muffin and juice, please”

“Protect your luggage. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Be safe, don’t even dare not be safe”

“byebyebyebyebyebyeeee love you!”

“Love you!”

One of the few positive traits of the capital is the wide acceptance of homosexuality.

Now, where to?

NEXT ->

[arcanarix]

When the Daylight's Gone - Yandere!Satoru Gojo X Sorcerer Fem!Reader

synopsis. Satoru Gojo hides a lot conflicting emotions behind that mask he wears around everyone else That mask of self-assuredness, self-confidence... You may not have been the first person to see the visible cracks, but you are the first in a long time to address the issue, and to do something about it.

And that's where all the lines begin to blur.

warnings. none in this chapter, but heed the tags on AO3. WC- 5.3K

A new job opportunity at Jujutsu Tech reaches out to you earlier in the year, and you absolutely do not think twice about accepting their role as another assistant manager. This has been the big break you have been dying for as long as you can remember. The world of jujutsu sorcery is a small one and you still have much to learn about your abilities as one. 

While you may not have the skills to fight, you find that you have talent off the fields. You can barely sit still, your fingers tapping against the screen of your phone as you wait for your first ever meeting to begin. You’re practically glowing like a star from the inside out. After all, it’s going to be an excellent way to sit back and observe; you know next to nothing about this world, only just discovering your jujutsu abilities a few years ago. 

It’s not until then that you learn that your family does have a few sorcerers in their bloodline. But what you have come to learn since this newfound development in your life is that like you just said, this world of sorcery is small. They haven’t gone far from the coconut tree, so to speak, so it’s not surprising that it’s kept under wraps from the public eye. You doubt the response to the existence of curses created from the emotions of humans would be positive.

In the meeting room everyone exchanges hushed conversation amongst each other about a certain Satoru Gojo, who you recall one of your new colleagues, Ijichi casually mention when he recruited you that he’s the instructor here, and one of the authorities everyone here answers to. Your brows furrow as he seems to regard this Satoru Gojo with some kind of disapproval laden in his tone—like he can’t believe someone like him is a teacher—but you ignore it because you prefer coming to your own conclusions about someone’s character. But as you scan the room, your eyes glimmer as you notice something. They don’t seem all that amused to be called from their typical duties here because of this Gojo. Why is that?  

Ijichi has been the one to help you get settled in here the most, and as his voice wavers during your conversation, he turns his head away from you when someone else addresses him. You tap your finger along the edge of your phone, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Ijichi keeps fidgeting in his seat, practically quivering like he’s afraid he’s going to receive some kind of reprimanding. Miss Ieiri, the doctor here, sits rigid in her seat, her arms folded across her chest as she murmurs to ease Ijichi’s tension. You almost want to speak up, but you fear that mentioning that you don’t know who this Satoru Gojo person is might earn you a lot of mocking laughter right in your face.

Still… You keep glancing at Ieiri’s stark contrast reaction to Ijichi’s constant fidgeting. You can’t hide the urge to ask what’s the fucking issue here anymore.

“Er, excuse me,” you pipe up, and all of your colleagues’ heads turn to you. Shoko raises an eyebrow as she waits for you to keep speaking. “But, I keep hearing this man’s name all the time and I haven’t met him yet. What’s the deal with this Satoru Gojo?” 

The two of your future colleagues exchange a quizzical look with each other, much to your relief and surprise (you expected them to be laughing off into the sunset because how could you ask something that should be common knowledge around here?) 

While Ijichi still fidgets and practically jumps in his seat at the mention of Gojo’s name, Miss Ieiri maintains her composure, her sharp gaze boring into yours. 

“A thorn to my side,” Ijichi quips through a wobbly voice, adjusting his glasses. “Just be grateful you didn’t know of his existence before today, Miss. He’s got everyone up in arms over this Itadori fellow.”

You tilt your head like a confused puppy—just what’s everyone’s deal with this guy? Is he the boss around here, or something? The boss of all of them and therefore also your boss? Is he one of those guys who constantly has a stick up his ass? You can work around that. You’re definitely not a stranger to dealing with someone like that.

“To be fair, I can see why Megumi didn’t want to execute the kid right away. First of all, he’s a kid who has no idea what he got himself into,” Shoko follows on the topic of whatever this ‘Sukuna vessel’ stuff is, holding her gaze on you. She flips some hair out of her eyes. “I’m sure you’ve heard quite a bit about him already. Satoru, I mean. He’s just one of the Senseis around here but how he became one is sometimes beyond all of us.”

“I see,” your voice trails off as you process their reactions to your innocent query, blinking idly, and scanning the expressions on their faces. “I guess I’ll have to make my own judgment on him then.”

At that moment, the door bursts open and in strides the man in question. He has a casual swagger in his entrance, making you perk an eyebrow.  

Immediately, your body shifts toward him, tuning into what could possibly have everyone on edge over this guy… Like a moth to a flame, or like iron to a lodestone? 

He’s tall, you think to yourself as he stands before everyone in the meeting room, running his hand through his shaggy, shock white hair. He’s wearing his own customized uniform and covers his eyes with a blindfold, which piques your interest a bit. You wonder if that’s intentional or perhaps there’s something about his sorcery abilities that you just don’t know yet. 

“Well hello, this is the newbie, yeah?” Satoru Gojo inquires while inspecting you all up close and personal that you can’t help but fight off the heat rushing to your cheeks just from the proximity. It’s almost like he’s trying to study you, figure you out, see if you’re worthy of existing around here. He hums to himself as he strokes his chin in thought. “Huh. She’s got potential. She should be in grade 2 soon or something rather than 4.”

“She just got here,” Ijichi clarifies him a little too quickly, a little too defensively, and your head darts to his direction as it looks like he’s desperately trying to crawl out of a hole he just dug for himself. “And she claims she’s not a fighter, but she’s good with—!” 

“—I already know what she’s good at,” he snaps back, making Ijichi jump in his seat yet again. Gojo pulls back while peeling his blindfold out of the way, revealing stunningly vibrant sky blue eyes that knock the wind out of you. 

You suck in a breath, clutching onto your phone as you hope to the heavens above that he can’t read your mind too because you know for a fact you aren’t hiding how much you’re staring in absolute bewilderment because what’s up with that? Is Gojo some kind of bully with Ijichi, or is he just that intimidating to everyone? Miss Ierie doesn’t seem as intimidated, put off maybe by the way she’s shaking her head to herself, like this is a typical exchange. 

Immediately all you can think is what a strange bunch. 

“Y-yes, of course, G-gojo,” Ijichi replies hastily, still trembling a little in his spot. You frown at the sight, as so many theories spawn in your mind like enemies in a video game. Poor Ijichi… why’s he so afraid of him?

“Um, it’s a pleasure, Gojo,” you finally pipe in, introducing yourself with your name and where you’re from. Gojo offers you a little smile, and something about it tugs at your heartstrings. You ignore the feeling in favor of appearing in the moment and focused. Now’s not the time to get all doe eyed about some sorcerer hotshot. 

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Gojo acknowledges you in a smooth drawl, and curse you and your own bullshit, you find more heat rushing to your cheeks again and you avert your gaze, collecting yourself. 

Yeah. This guy is definitely all that and he knows it too, huh? Is that why he thinks he can bulldoze over everyone around here? 

He shoves a hand in his pocket as he muses out loud, straightening his composure. Wow, he’s so lanky… like a tall, skinny tree.  “Listen, we’re going to need you to be able to adapt quickly to a life like this. We’re already bringing in some new students and I’m sure there’s a lot you still need to understand when it comes to what we’re all about. So I’m happy to get you acquainted, as is everyone else around here.”

You nod, allowing his warning to sink in; you kind of figure as such given the nature of a life as a sorcerer but the warning is being reinforced. 

At your side, Ijichi seems to have been coaching himself into relaxing, but it’s obvious nothing is helping him out. You almost want to ask, but you know better than to do something like that when the person is present in the room with you.

“So what are you doing about Sukuna’s vessel?” Shoko inquires, and you turn your head to her direction. 

No one’s going to fill you in on that bit, huh? That’s something to bring up to Ijichi on your own time then…

“We’re delaying his execution, like I told you before, and he’s going to be one of the new students coming in with Megumi,” Gojo asserts as he leans back against the dusty chalkboard behind him, waving off some of the debris that he accidentally picked up. “You guys are just going to have to trust me on this one.”

“I fear we haven’t a choice,” Ijichi mutters under his breath, unamused as he fails to hide the fact that he’s practically glowering at his superior.

Which must be a criminal offense, because Gojo appears in front of him in a flash and gets so close to his face that Ijichi tries to inch backward to provide a little more breathing room. 

“What’s that?” Gojo challenges, his eyes seeming to glow for a few moments and the rest of his expression is…unreadable.

You purse your lips as you assess him and Ijichi, wondering what their typical dynamic must be like if Ijichi is so afraid to so much as bad mouth Gojo even when he’s not present in the room. 

“N-nothing, sir!” Ijichi stammers, adjusting his glasses that have fallen out of place. A bead of sweat drips from the tip of his chin. 

“That’s what I thought,” Gojo quips before pulling back his shoulders, raising his chin and maintaining an unsettling amount of eye contact. You quirk an eyebrow. What’s with this guy? What’s even his story? Your thoughts are interrupted as he draws everyone’s attention with an obnoxious clearing of his throat. “Anyway, I kind of need a plus one for my next outing. So would either of you be so kind as to join me? Nanami and Utahime already bailed.”

“Sorry, Satoru,” Shoko answers with a sigh but from her tone, she sounds far from sorry about declining that request. Crossing a leg over the other, she faces him. “I’ve got plans.”

“So do I,” Ijichi murmurs, breaking that unsettling eye contact with him. “Why not have some quality time with Megumi?”

Gojo’s composure shrinks a bit in response. So much for that confident haughty air he gives off otherwise. You find yourself frowning again. Is he the kind of boss no one wants to hang out with outside of work? 

How bad can he even be? You know, aside from that little exchange there which you can’t help but find just a smidge off putting but nothing beyond that. You just write it off as him asserting his command as one of Ijichi’s superiors… or something like that. 

“Fushiguro’s off showing Itadori around,” Gojo replies with a dismissive wave. “And getting the new girl acquainted too.”

“Um…” Gojo twists around to face you as you speak up again, mouth slightly agape, like he’s actually intrigued by your boldness. Which isn’t what you’re trying to be. You just figure it is better to get acquainted with your colleagues and that there is no need for any isolation. “I’m happy to join you, Gojo.”

Ijichi and Shoko exchange another quizzical look before glancing at you, Ijichi rubbing his neck and Shoko’s jaw slackening. 

“It’s her funeral,” Shoko mumbles, and Ijichi fears conceding to that notion with a hum.

“Really?” Gojo’s whole being seems to light up at that, like an excited child. You fight off your lips twitching into a smile. You can’t help but find it kind of cute. “How ‘bout I pick you up at 7? Do you have a dorm here already or do you live somewhere nearby?” 

You’re so caught up in staring at those intense blue eyes and those pretty snow white lashes of his that practically bore into your soul that you realize you left him hanging with a response. You try to find your voice again after a sharp inhale. 

“I have a place nearby,” you finally answer him after that small mental block, letting that small smile win. “I, um, I guess since we’re working together anyways I should give you my number. I already have Ijichi’s and Miss Ieiri’s…”

“Come on, just call me Shoko,” Shoko cuts in, facing you again as her expression melds into something softer and less of one full of concern for your life choices. Your eyebrows furrow. Seriously, how bad is this guy? He can’t be that bad, right? “I’m not that formal.”

You giggle into your palm at that. At least they’re trying to make you more comfortable around here. You really do appreciate the effort—all of their efforts. “Okay, Shoko.” You face Gojo again while attempting a small smile, ignoring how intimidated you feel beneath the surface. “Well, yeah.You can pick me up then. Is this a mission, or..?”

“No,” Gojo responds, shaking his head. “Nothing like that. Not so soon, anyway! You just got here! Just wear something nice, alright?” 

Like how nice are we talking? You’re already wondering if you have anything close to nice by his definition, or really by anyone’s definition… and you don’t want to make a bad impression on especially this guy, so now you can really feel that pressure to impress him. Make it seem like you’re worth vouching for and all. 

“Sure,” you reply, surprised that your tone is firm in spite of how your body seems to stiffen around him too. Only because it’s by chain reaction–Ijichi seems on edge and now you’re feeling on edge and you wish you could be as unbothered by things as Shoko appears to be. That’s something to ask her about when you have the time to, because there are other matters to discuss at this time. You still have to get situated, you still have to meet the students, you still have to do so much. 

“Great!” he replies with a wide grin plastered on his face as he pulls back, and soon the conversation moves back into the topic of this ‘Sukuna’s vessel’ which everyone happily fills in the blanks on for you. The meeting drags on and you try to maintain some semblance of interest but you can feel it waning and you fear you’re not sure if you’ve caught onto everything Gojo and the others talk about mostly between each other but not really leaving you completely in the dark. You can’t help but sigh to yourself at your own antics. 

Making adjustments to a living here isn’t going to be a walk in the park for you, huh? 

Gojo picks you up later that night, and you’re surprised he’s got a driver as opposed to him being the one to pick you up in his own car. In your mind you chalk it up to the fact that being the world’s strongest means getting top tier treatment, and what kind of guy who’s had everything dropped in his lap since birth wants to take that privilege away? Now you get to experience it a bit, but it does have a lot of questions popping up in your head. You’re just not sure how to address them without feeling like that annoying kid who spews rapid fire questions until the person being questioned pops entirely off and crashes out of sheer annoyance.

And you doubt Gojo is known to be patient about a lot of questions even with his role as a Sensei. 

What’s even more infuriating about the guy, is how damn good he looks sporting casual (well as far as casual goes for someone like him) clothes. It’s beyond infuriating—everything is effortless to this guy isn’t it? You glance down at your choice of wardrobe. Just a flattering little black dress and your makeup is a little more done up than usual, and in the middle of your routine you notice that you’re running out of quite a bit of your essentials and non-negotiables. You really have to make a trip to the drug or dollar store… even your nail polish you applied from earlier in the week is already chipping off. 

You must look like a total mess in spite of the effort you put in and he’s nice enough not to comment anything on it. So much for making that great first impression; he must think you’re some kind of slob. 

There’s an easy smile on his face as he’s leaning back into his side of his seat, engaging in some idle chit chat with his driver about being close to your destination. You glance out the window; the streets are practically swarming with people up and down the sidewalk. You smile a bit as you eye a small family with a toddler who’s holding both his parents’ hands as they stroll into a busy restaurant. It reminds you to reach out to your own family later this week.

“Got something on your mind?” Gojo rips you out of your thoughts and you twist your head over your shoulder to meet his intense gaze. You notice he’s looming in closer, a hint of his cologne wafting to your nostrils. Huh. So he’s a cedarwood guy. Woodsy nature like scents work on him, bringing you a sense of comfort with every whiff you get of his cologne.  

His blue eyes seem to glow faintly but they pull you in, like you can’t help yourself. You almost feel your breath catch in your throat at the sight and he’s definitely picked up on that but opted not to comment on it. He’s probably used to such reactions at this point with a stunning pair of eyes like those.

“Oh, no, not really,” you insist, wringing your hands together as you avert your gaze, and you’re silently thanking the fact that it’s probably dark enough that he can’t see or make that out about the fact that you’re uneasy. He probably gets a lot of foolish girls acting like this around him a lot. You kind of hate that you aren’t an exception there. “So where are you taking me?” 

“Just a place where we can have a little fun! I like to think of it as a bonding exercise,” he drawls with that grin still on his face, and should this be in another situation, you might have taken that in an entirely different way but his tone doesn’t insinuate anything beyond just that. After all, that might be considered completely unprofessional given you two just met earlier this afternoon. “You a fan of karaoke? If not, this place we like to go to has a lot of great food so you can just sit back and enjoy that. All on me, of course.”

Your face falls. Huh? Eh???? Back the fuck up… Wow. That’s….uh. Not what you expect at all.

How generous. Like, you’re not sure what to make of that. Just out of the blue, he’s treating you to some food and karaoke? Is there a catch to this, or…? 

You wonder if he’s always like this, and his colleagues still prefer to ditch him? You have got to be missing something here—what’s it about the guy that’s so infuriating that all of his colleagues want to avoid him outside of business?

Because you’re not sure you see it yet. In fact, there is a stark contrast in his behavior here than in the meeting. His shoulders are relaxed, his movements are open and fluid. Posture is upright but not rigid or stifled in a way, like someone ought to be in professional settings. He seems just as keen to let you into the small family here just as you are to get to know everyone. 

“Oh. Um,” you giggle as you fiddle with a strand of your hair. “I’ve not done karaoke in years, actually. It’d be fun. Maybe I’ll do a song or two.”

His face lights up, so much so his face is cracking, like it’s been a while since anyone has willingly offered to hang out, and your heart skips a beat. Taking him all in like this must be him when he’s completely unguarded and doesn’t have to put up that professional mask around his other colleagues. 

God, you muse in your mind like you’re suddenly a tortured poet, he really just looks like that? Doesn’t he understand how infuriating his existence is overall? And has he picked up on how your heartbeat is accelerating with each passing second or is that just in your head that he’s eying you with a hint of mischief glimmering in those blue eyes of his that otherwise feel like they’re staring into your soul? Maybe you’re reading too far into it. You barely know the guy and this is a chance to understand him a little bit. Feel things around and find out what is even his story. He can’t be as insufferable as everyone else seems to think about him.

What the big deal is about him beyond what’s written on paper. And also what everyone else seems to paint him as because people can always be wrong about their perceptions of others. 

Everyone seems to have their panties in a twist around this guy but you are a firm believer in making your own judgments. You’re not the sort of person to follow the crowd for the sake of approval; that’s not being true to yourself, after all. 

And thus far, he’s overall pleasant company. You backtrack a bit with your thought process; you should try to be a little more honest with yourself you know? So okay you can definitely concede to the fact that you don’t have enough to go off on just yet but you can gather that much. Nothing more than a bit intimidating given the fact that he has a reputation that precedes him, but that’s only because of how renowned a figure he is around this small world of jujutsu. He’s practically viewed as a God, and he must feel misplaced among mere subjects to him. Maybe everyone else is seen as insects through his eyes yet he still treats everyone with decency as far as you can see. In spite of his upbringing anyway from what you can infer. You can always be wrong about someone too after all. 

He does seem like he’s been utterly spoiled since the day he was pulled out of his mother’s womb. 

Your mind then drifts off hammering more and more questions that are wholly invasive to ask the first day you meet someone. Are they humble? Arrogant and walk around like they own the streets like him? Or maybe they really are just one of those snooty, moronic upperclass folk who have the world at their feet now because they have given the small jujutsu world Satoru Gojo. The legendary man with Infinity and Six Eyes after ages in history. You still have yet to see him use both of those abilities in action, and that’s going to be soon, you expect. 

But for tonight, you’re just along for the ride, curious to see where things lead. You're just there to accompany him out of pure generosity. It seems wrong to you that people have to hang out with him out of obligation and not because they want to, so what’s wrong with being that person for him? You don’t have any motives behind it, er, unless you count wanting to get situated in your new environment as soon as possible as a motive. In fact it may be better for you anyway if you try to get closer to everyone, not just Gojo. 

The driver pulls into a parking space and Gojo opens the door for you, leading you inside the karaoke bar which seems to have little to no customers this time of night. The lot is practically empty, safe for a few cars sparsely parked in some areas, shrouded in a light mist. The karaoke place’s neon sign has even a few letters blacked out, that a part of you questions whether you should hold Gojo’s opinions in any esteem.

 Goosebumps form on your arms and you rub along them as you mutter something about forgetting to bring a jacket, stepping out and ambling into the bar side by side with Gojo.

“The real party doesn’t start until after midnight,” Gojo explains, long fingers drumming along his knee. Self soothing, probably? “We can enjoy some food and stuff too, you know.”

“Sounds good to me,” you reply as your gaze shifts elsewhere, flushing while hearing gurgling sounds coming from your stomach. Gojo smirks down at you and you meet his gaze again. “So… is the food any good at this place?”

“Completely subjective but I really like a lot of their stuff,” he replies as he weaves through a small party of people and waits for you at the bar. “Come on. We have the whole night. You not going to pass out on me any time soon, are ya?”

You giggle as you approach him, settling into one of the stools. You take in the surroundings. Neon blue lights rim the ceiling. There’s a disco ball above the stage. The bass of a pop song a customer is covering is reverberating through the large Bose speakers while a small crowd observes and speak amongst themselves. 

“Depends! I’m an old hag these days!” you quip, glancing down at the menu the bartender provides you and Gojo. Your eyes land on some of the appetizers. Coconut shrimp sounds amazing this time of night, or are you just that prone to eating like shit at places like these? (That and it’s one of the cheapest items on the menu and the last thing you want to do is take advantage of Gojo’s generosity.) 

“So then let’s get to eating and then to singing,” he declares with might in his tone, more like he’s prepared for a fight in a ring rather than a silly performance on stage.

That whole night, Gojo convinces you to do a few cheesy pop songs everyone else can sing along to. You may have been totally off beat and have completely made a fool of yourself but the few people there enjoy your performance nevertheless. Because if you can’t carry a note you can definitely put the passion and emotion into the music. You feel even more upstaged when Gojo steps onto the stage and does a brilliant rendition of Aerosmith’s Dream On , flawlessly hitting the high notes like it’s as easy as breathing for him. It earns him a few impressed whistles from the small crowd drawing around the stage as he finishes the song, staring right at you in the crowd and gesturing for you to join him. You vehemently shake your head thinking you have done enough of making a fool of yourself but he doesn’t seem to agree, clearing his throat into the mic. 

“Looks like my guest I brought with me tonight is feeling shy and won’t give us an encore,” he announces and your head dips down, smoothing out your dress as curious eyes fall on you. How fucking cruel this guy is! Putting you on the spot like that! “Why don’t we encourage her, yeah? Come on! Encore! Encore!”

He claps and the small crowd around you chants encore along with him until your resolve finally caves and you climb up to the stage. 

“Don’t be all bashful and act like you’re not having fun,” Gojo teases you as you secure one of the mics, adjusting it to your height. 

“You are so lucky I actually am not denying that but one more song and then it’s time for bed for these tired old bones,” you mutter away from your mic, hoping none of that traveled too far. Gojo just laughs you off and something catches in your throat when he smiles at you already like you’re the only one in the room. Well, it kind of makes sense; you’re the only one he knows in this room. So why are you trying to add more meaning to it when he’s just happy to have someone join him in these late night shenanigans of his? 

Still…

That smile of his? It can melt the hearts of everyone around him. It’s the most beautiful and devastating thing you have ever seen. 

And people refuse to hang out with this guy…? Are they scared to fall in love with him, or something? Because that’s a more believable reason… 

“So what song then?” Gojo asks as he moves to the song selection menu, scrolling through the touch screen with his index finger. 

“Do you like TLC?” you probe, and Gojo tosses his head over his shoulder and grins at you again like you’re the only thing that matters here. 

Is he trying to kill you!? 

That’s your final number tonight with Gojo and he takes you back to your apartment just before the karaoke bar begins to get more populated. It’s nearly 1AM and you’re drifting on the ride home, resting your head on his shoulder but he doesn’t seem all too bothered by the physical contact. The last thing on your mind before he ushers you awake and walks you to your door is that you have a feeling that you’re going to have a good life as a sorcerer here. Gojo waits for you to enter your apartment before he descends the stairs and leaves you to your devices for the night. 

You really do think you’re going to have a good time here. And thus far your ideas about Gojo are the same: he is pleasant company, fun to talk to, and he’s already making you feel right at home when you’re so far away from your own roots. 

As you prepare for bed, you still can’t help but wonder what could be so bad about being around a guy like him. All he’s done so far is be wonderful company, and you can already tell that deep down somewhere, he’s fighting a war within himself. Can’t anyone see how much he might need someone to keep himself together? 

Do people even notice him like that? 

A part of you hopes you can change that. But one thing at a time–you already have so much on your plate, and you hope you don’t bite off more than you can chew!

[daylighted]

baby!reader working a case???

ok let me lock in bc i don't think i can logically headcanon this and we all deserve to see it come to fruition.

it was a very special day for you. new car, new clothes (really, a mix of dean and sam's handmedowns from the depths of their packed bags, but they were new to you which made them special), and a new identity.

they were acting as fbi for this case, something ghostly and ghoul-like and a bridge that seemed to be the centric point of it. they had badges and everything, dean even let you play with his before he got (rightfully) anxious you'd manage to lose it and took it back.

you'd seen them in action before, but it was so much less involved than this. you'd be where the new car was; parked at the beginning of the bridge, doing absolutely nothing at all, staring at the police cars that got to see more action than you did.

not today, though! you were walking right up to the scene, past the stupid police cars and the men themselves in their cute little uniforms, looking all serious and grimace-y.

it was going swell, too, until you'd accidentally made eye contact with the most grimace-y one, and he seemed to think that the fact that you were grinning at a murder scene was a little off, because he holds out his arm to stop the three of you from approaching.

"hey, what the hell is this?" he asks, glancing firstly between the two men and then to you.

that didn't ever really bode well, when people treated you as an afterthought. dean opens his mouth, sam's already fishing for the lanyard beneath his shirt, but you speak instead. "we are investigating."

the man's lips purse in amusement. like you were joking, or amusing. there was nothing funny about this. this was your very first mission with the winchester gang; it was so incredibly important to you.

"we are investigating," the policeman says, straightening his spine as he does, like he feels the need to emphasize his status and talk down to a girl. "you guys are going to get behind the yellow tape." again, it doesn't bode well, but it was dean's turn to interrupt you.

dean holds his fbi badge out. today he was dean williams. could you read? no. but he'd schooled you on what role you were and what his said so you didn't accidentally do something stupid, like this, and throw their whole game out the window before it'd even started. "the higher-ups called us in."

sam holds his up, too, and now you feel a little left out, but this was a part of the game.

the policeman nods to you, his face still impassive and, in a way, amused. "who's this, then?"

dean and sam look at each other, and then back at the man. you are still smiling like this is the best day of your life. it actually was, too. you didn't have many sentient days to use as reference.

"intern."

he watches you for a long while, like he knows that you're seconds from cracking, and just when you're about to tell him about how fun and exciting this is, he shakes his head. "nuh uh. this isn't happening. we've got it handled, thanks."

dean's lips flatten, and sam's already stepping forward to have a personal one-on-one with the cop, like he alone could change his mind, but your eyes go to the left. the edge of the bridge, where police officers are gathered around, assumedly, where something happened.

"...don't know where their daughter is," one says, low enough that you could only hear because you were attached to dean's arm, and he was drifting in that direction for the very reason of overhearing, "hasn't answered a call or text, but phone pinged here a few hours ago."

the bridge was long, and distant from any sign of civilization. your head tilts to the side. dean complained when he had to walk for long periods of time, sam was decently tall so it didn't take him as much time, but he didn't seem to like it much, either. neither of them would have walked the length of this bridge to somehow vanish, no matter if they were chasing something.

and daughter. assumedly younger, if her parents realized so quickly that she'd not come home the night before. girls could be tall, young girls could be tall, but even then, it would not make sense for a girl at least somewhat young to walk the length of this bridge on her own, especially in the middle of the night, from however far the family lived.

your head raises in an epiphany. you don't know social cues. don't know how to tell when a conversation is private, and when it's open for comment, so you blurt out the words in your head. "she was driving."

dean's head snaps toward you, and the police officers all tense, including the one that sam had been sweet talking.

"what?" dean asks you, even as the officers start to walk toward you with blatant intent.

how were you supposed to know that presenting a theory as a complete and total stranger bystander would lead to suspicion? that's not something taught in two hour long drives by the winchester boys.

you shove past all of them, going to lean over the edge of the bridge. the river below was deep and winding, its depths emphasized in the darkness of the water, even from this height. impossible to see the car that you knew was down there.

"she was driving," you repeat, your hands running along the railing, feeling for grooves or cracks you knew had to be there. sure enough, there's a huge crack a couple of feet from you, one that isn't paralleled on the other side of the bridge. "very fast. it's a straight road and bridge, so maybe she felt safer to speed. or maybe she was scared, and something was chasing her, which could be why she went to the left and..."

you nod toward the river below again, past the cracked edge. "went over the edge."

the entire bridge is silent. even the birds have stopped cawing. finally, the police officer who'd looked at you like you were nothing but a little girl trespassing presses the comm on his chest, holding it to his mouth. "get a search and rescue on the ground."

dean huffs out a laugh, not in the same way that the officers had poked and prodded at you. you knew dean very well, and knew his tells more than you knew general ones. he was impressed.

"what's your name?" the first officer asks as the others begin to load up into the useless, idle cars, heading off of the bridge toward the murky riverbank.

you straighten this time, as tall as you can be, and as proud as you could, in worn and faded and too-big clothes. "baby."

a huff of amusement, more similar to dean's than the officer's rude teasing before. he pats sam's back, offer's dean a gruff nod, and then turns back toward you. "you boys are dismissed. you can stay."

[carriehobbs]

tags by @wayhavenots

it turns out that eye emojis continue to be the fastest way to get me to talk about my ocs, lol.

all of my buttons considered their partner's naming preferences when they chose the names for their kids, so a lot of the answers kind of refer back to this ask about names (i linked it in a previous reblog, but i'm including it again)

as i mentioned before, ellie and gray have hyacinth and unnamed younger son. hyacinth is (probably, i reserve my right to change my mind later) telekinetic and has a larger brain range than gray (i'm not sure how long, somewhere between 1 foot and maybe a few feet at most), which ellie finds extremely manageable (she can go to another room in the same house and hyacinth can't hear her thoughts anymore - she feels downright lucky that this is hyacinth's brain range). unnamed younger son continues to be unnamed and not have a set pollard score (if he's a ment, he's probably a telepath, but as i said i find the idea of him not being a ment to be kind of compelling). i don't have middle names picked out for either of them (ellie would want to try to work sally's name somewhere in there, but she wouldn't be able to find a place other than hyacinth's middle name, so maybe hyacinth sally?? but i don't know how much she'd like the sound of that name). hyacinth is approximately 4 years older than unnamed younger son.

(possible names i have debated but not settled on for ellie and gray's unnamed younger son are ash (ellie likes ash but doens't like that his name would be ash black because it's a gray black situation and she insists on naming her kids better than gray's father did. gray jokes that it could be the start of a family tradition), basil (ellie thinks it feels very british, which isn't necessarily a bad thing so much as it is just a thing (value-neutral), but she doesn't like the alliteration in basil black), and william (for the flower, sweet william).)

i've said before that ella and ambrose have identical twin girls. their daughters are each given a korean first name and an english middle name (ella wants both sides of their family to be represented in their names. also, ella knows ambrose has adopted an english name since leaving korea, and she wants her daughters to have that option for themselves. she would never force her daughters to use one name over the other and they use their first (korean) names with family (and, i think, speak korean a lot at home too - ambrose and hope canonically speak korean, and ella starts learning a few months after she starts dating ambrose) but if they ever decide they want that option, she's picked some names out for them in advance). i always feel like i'm cheating my buttons out of angst when i don't make their kids ments, but i feel in my heart that her daughters are both pollard 5s.

their eldest daughter is named ji-eun, by ambrose's request, and ella picks hyacinth for her middle name. their youngest daughter doesn't have a first name yet, and only sort of has a middle name. ella would want to use hope's name (her relationship with hope is important to her and hope is her family member that likes ambrose best. it's also this way of ella saying to hope "i love you. i want you to be part of my life. i want you to be part of their lives"). originally, i was leaning towards ella using hope's middle name for her youngest's middle name (thus leading to her having no name at all, since i don't know what hope's middle name would be). however, if their youngest goes by their first name with family, then they're not really running into that much of a risk of a "two hopes" scenario. so i think her middle name is just hope.

(part of the reason their youngest daughter doesn't have a first name yet is that i haven't really sat down and learned the naming conventions (rules, taboos, etc.) of korean names yet (and i would want to do that before even trying to come up with a first name for her). i'm not an expert in any way and i could absolutely be wrong here, but i did a cursory search when i first started thinking of names and saw that naming a child after an elder or relative is not typical in korea. however, ambrose suggests the name ji-eun first, so ella assumes that that's just a convention that they're not following and goes about naming her children accordingly.)

elle and kent are a little trickier, mostly because i'm not 100% sure if they have a kid. elle likes the idea of having one kid, but she doesn't feel like she needs to be a parent to be happy and fulfilled in her life, if that makes sense. she will be happy and fulfilled in her life whether she has a kid or not, it's just that what makes her happy and what fulfills her will look different. and she loves her relationship with kent more than she loves a possible hypothetical child that may never exist. and she and kent did not talk about having kids before they got married: like with most major life milestones between them (moving in together, marriage), they kind of just stumbled into them by accident. so if elle brought up the idea of maybe having a kid and kent freaked out even a bit, elle would simply say that they don't have to have kids. i can picture them having a kid, but only really if it's unplanned, if that makes sense?

so they might have one kid, probably not a ment (i think they'd take after kent's pollard score). i haven't decided on if they'd have a boy or a girl yet. kent likes to pull names from greek mythology, but elle is very clear with him that she wants what she calls "names that people have". so, for example, to pull from annie and cass's names: cassandra is a name that comes from greek myth, yes, but there are also just people named cassandra out there in the world. if you met someone named cassandra, you probably wouldn't assume that they were named after a mythological figure. antigone, on the other hand, is clearly a name from greek myth, and if someone was named antigone it would be very clear exactly where their name came from, and elle doesn't want that for her kid's name.

so if they had a son, his name would be jason nicholas. if they had a daughter, it would be a little more complicated. they end up choosing the name daphne for a daughter (it's from greek myth, but it's also just a name, and it's also a flower, which elle likes because it complements the name hyacinth). elle wouldn't like daphne hyacinth as a name (too floral), so she'd have to come up with a middle name too. i think elle would suggest to kent, in a kind of "only if it makes you happy, never if it makes you sad" way, that her middle name be maria, for kent's mother. so if they have a daughter, they'd end up with daphne maria (there's also a version where i think they just give her two middle names, so maybe daphne maria hyacinth?).

(i named elle and kent's kids quite a while after seeing the post about what kind of names the ros would like and so i picked jason and daphne as names just based on the knowledge that kent likes names from greek mythology and that elle wants the names to be fairly "normal". imagine my surprise when i found the ask again to link it and both those names were on the suggested names list for examples of the kinds of names kent would like.)

i did pull names from the ask for ellery and glitch's kids, though. ellery is very similar to elle in that she wants her kids to have names that aren't immediately identifiable as being drawn from somewhere or in reference to something. what ends up kind of unintentionally happening is that glitch picks the first names (with ellery judiciously using her veto power) and ellery picks out the middle names (ellery doesn't mind that her kids are named after poets, btw. she knows that glitch loves poetry and that, more than that, it's this strong connection he has to his mother, who is a professor of african american poetry. so it's this kind of connection to him and to his mother that she likes). that's how they end up with their eldest son, langston nicholas. glitch picks the first name maya for their daughter, who's born about 3 years later. both of their kids take after glitch, so they have his pollard score (ellery feels bad about how glad she is that they take after his side of the family instead of hers).

picking maya's middle name is a bit more of a process. it's revealed in k (i think in chapter 8?) and glitch's (i think maybe chapter 12?) routes that glitch calls k "kenzie" as a nickname. so ellery takes kenzie as a starting place and it later becomes mackenzie. so their daughter's name is maya mackenzie (ellery explains the choice to glitch later as: "langston's named for his uncle from my side of the family. maya should be named for her uncle from your side of the family" i think it's actually a surprisingly emotional moment when kent finds out that they named/are going to name their kid after him).

i know the least about ellis and sally's kids. i know at least that they have two kids and that at least one of them is a precog, but they don't have genders or names or age differences. personally, i think they adopt at least one kid. sally has a whole thing about how her dads adopted her (as two norms willingly taking in and loving a precog child when other people might have stayed away because of her precognition) and i think it might be meaningful for her to be able to do that, too. if one child is adopted and the other child is biologically theirs, i think the biological child is the precog, but i'm not settled on that lol.

ellis doesn't actually mind that his kid(s) (adopted or biological) could be a precog. in his opinion, that's the easiest type of ment they could be, since they would only feel his feelings instead of reading his mind. in his view, his kid knowing if he's mad isn't as big of an obstacle as his kid hearing all of his thoughts. he does make it clear to sally that he never wants his kids to feel like they have to be an alarm system for him the way that sally is. he wants them to be kids without having to feel any kind of responsibility towards or worry about his safety.

i had the thought the other day that maybe they adopt their first child and that, after they already have been chosen to adopt a child, they find out that, whoops, they're pregnant too (mostly because i have this image in my mind of them going to their families to tell them that they're having a baby, and everyone is like "??? yes? we know? you told us about this months ago?" and they have to say "no. we're having a baby". but i'm not committed to that).

there's also a possibility that they just adopt both of their children (in this case, one of them is still a precog). if his kids were both adopted, he wouldn't have to worry about passing down his mind blindness to them, for example. and ellis isn't some kind of macho "i need to carry on my bloodline" kind of guy - he wants to be a dad, not the progenitor of some great lineage, and there's so much more to being a family than shared blood.

in terms of names, i don't have any picked out, but i think they kind of go along with sally's tendency towards long names with nicknames. of course, the eldest child's middle name is either nicholas or hyacinth (depending on if they're a boy or a girl). the kind of names they'd toss around are things like theodore (teddy) ( ;) <- this wink is for vilna if she sees this), benjamin (ben), edward (ed), samuel or samantha (sam), isabelle (izzy), katherine (katie), elizabeth (beth), dorothy (dot).

i had way too many thoughts today about the gray/ellie pregnancy drama

[rosemarylemont-archived]

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[bambi-kinos]

Who makes you such an expert in the Beatles' affairs? You all make it sound as if it's gospel. You're just another fan, aren't you?

[yooniesim]

What’s your opinion on people paywalling Halloween content?

anger

[habitual-creatures]

POV How I (Toby🥽) see Evan:

(Featuring my cat, Fizz)

Hey- I'm not THAT forgetful!

Besides... I think I'm getting close to something.

B- But the cat is cute, I'll admit that-

[esoterica-erotica]

Oh fuck yes to posting audios of you moaning and whimpering. I would fucking die. Well.. After I made myself come while listening to it of course. We wouldn’t want to waste such a glorious gift now would we, little girl?

hakhjfajfoier ohh fuckkk...No Lite....aslfnsj mfnfnff I guess I'm making one of those now :$:$:$:$

[samaspic31]

What kind of crochet projects do you have 👀

omg thank you so much for asking !!! i just finished those gloves im making lace chokers (the black one looks wonky cause i haven't blocked it yet), i also finished a devil horn headband for halloween as well as spiderwebs and red leg warmers not pictured here (and i have so many other unfinished wips but let's not start on that-)

[polarisbibliotheque]

You are currently one of my favorite DMC writers! I love re-reading your stuff because it always puts me in a good, comfy mood! I just adore how you portray casual intimacy, too. It just seems so gentle and natural. I also love your portrayal of the boys. They always feel like they have a depth and soul to them, which is amazing!

Thank you so much for sharing your gift and your creativity! While I'll always eagerly look forward to your next piece, know that your older works are still regarded fondly 💖

And here I am today, 2 a.m, Carnaval going hard in Brazil, sitting here and smiling stupidly while re-reading your message.

Thank you very very much, anon. From the bottom of my heart.

I've read your wonderful message the day you sent it, I think it was earlier this week - maybe Tuesday...? I couldn't answer it before, but it came right in a day when all hell broke loose in my home and this made me smile so much. It really felt like a safe port.

I'm not gonna get into too much detail because it's very personal - but, you know, family fights. Between all my mom's siblings, involving lawsuits and home evictions threats. I was just fucking fuming the whole week, and I almost put on my full Axl Rose attire and side of my personality to literally drop-kick and suplex some 6ft tall man built like a brick house because someone has to put some sense in his head.

I'm starting to sound like Nero

To top it all, this gave the opportunity for someone in my family who abused the hell out of me for more than 10 years to come back like a freakin' death omen.

I did end up going to therapy dressed up as Axl Rose for Carnaval, but it's so close to my usual style no one noticed it. I count as a life-win.

I still don't know what I'm feeling, (I talked to my therapist, don't worry) but that fucking threw me off everything. I don't know what to do about this, about this person, I'm scared and angry at the same time - and I got so SO overwhelmed, I had to get away from everything.

Social media, exercising, drawing, writing, reading, just living like a normal human being. The only thing I've been able to do is listening to music, because music has always been my safespace.

The only way I could explain how I'm feeling to my therapist, is a scene from a Julia Roberts movie, where she forged her own death to get away from her abusive husband, only to be found in the end by him and have him go like 'you're never going to get rid of me' and the fucking horror in her reaction - that's it. That's the feeling.

I have this dreadful feeling that I'm never gonna be rid of that, of all that abuse I want to leave in the past, until this person dies or I die.

Amidst all that, along came your message in my inbox. It felt like a ray of light in a dark stormy skies. A glimpse of hope that things can be better and that people are good. That I can have that experience as well.

Whenever I write about some more sensitive subjects, I hope it can be seen as a safespace for people - right now, for instance, my survival instincts that have always been alert have gone berserk, and the gods know how much I needed to feel safe enough to hug someone and ask for protection.

Vergil is ominously standing in the distance, staring back with the resolve of Achilles in the field of battle to get Hector's ass

I don't have that, but I can have it through fanfiction with characters, I think, would understand it. And I hope I can give the very same thing to other people who also don't have that sort of support and need to find it somewhere else.

I'm happy to know my writing has the good, comfy vibes I always try to convey! Despite the death, blood and dismemberment

And I wrote all of this so you can understand how thankful I am - and how much your kindness and nice words are so much needed in this world.

So, once again, thank you. Very very much.