#ask-the-golden-goo

[crewel-intentions]

* @ask-the-golden-goo Slime Boi slid up to Crewel, enamoured by the tattoos shown.*

Slime Boi: Yo yo yo! How's it hanging? How's the vibe? I gotta say, those tattoos are a work of art! Like damn, they've got such a rad vibe to them that I just love! What's the dealio with them? I mean, I've always had the idea that a tattoo would be sick to have. What would you recommend for someone like me?

( @ask-the-golden-goo )

[pokege-ne-project]

>> Mood of the hour was sprites for some reason. I attempted to start with Earthbound-inspired sprites, but eventually reverted to original sprite work sjdigonsjk anyway

This Chill Goomy for @ask-the-golden-goo, suggested by @aro-pokeverse!

Diable for @divine--theatre, suggested by @ask-team-misfit!

Shauna for @ask-a-silvy, suggested by @book-of-legends!

Thank you all, hope y'all have a good weekend!

[ask-a-silvy]

[ previous ; @ask-the-golden-goo , @ask-valiant-victory ]

Shauna immediately grew concerned as she saw him begin to panic. She knelt before him with a clear look of worry, not understanding what was the matter.

Shauna: "Valiant...?"

She slowly raised a paw. Maybe she wanted to try and soothe him in some way, or write a message.

But it didn't matter. Whatever she was looking to do would be rendered moot as she felt it, and froze up with a shudder.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Shauna, shown from the chest up in a frontal view. Her eyes are really wide in shock, and her ears are drooped down, almost flat against the sides of her head. Shauna's appearance is as described here. End ID ]

That "off" feeling from before was now much, much stronger. It overwhelmed her senses. She felt her throat go dry and squeeze shut.

She couldn't breathe right. She couldn't talk right. She couldn't think right.

From the perspective of the party-goers, she appeared to have dissociated, breaking down emotionally, seemingly out of nowhere.

Yet in her perspective...

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Shauna considerably zoomed out to show her all alone in a large, endless space. Her outlines are rough, suggesting that this isn't real. End ID ]

Her world fell away.

She no longer saw faces. She no longer saw humans, or Pokemon.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Shauna from behind, looking up at the many, many eyes gazing at her harshly. Her outlines are rough, suggesting that this isn't real. End ID ]

All that could be seen was her being watched by a faceless crowd. Being judged.

She felt small. Insignificant.

Vulnerable.

She didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be here.

This was how Valiant truly felt all along, wasn't it?

[ask-dawnanddusk]

* @ask-the-golden-goo Slime Boi slides up the Maksviah, giving off those chill vibes.*

Slime Boi: Yo yo, how's the vibe for this evening? Mine's pretty excellent so far. Solid A+ for me. You know, I've got children of my own. All grown up now but they were a riot to raise. The stuff we'd do together. So much fun. An absolute blast, you dig? How was raising children for you? Was it a cake walk or were there some bumps in the road?

"Ah, greetings! it is wonderful to hear that your time on this isle is calm and good. The 'vibe' as you call it for myself has also been quite pleasant."

"Certainly is is lovely to spend time with family, I am pleased to hear that you and yours are close with one another. As for myself, raising mine own little ones has always been a joy, as I adore them all very much. Raising children, I would never describe as easy, however it is a fulfilling experience indeed. Each have their own thoughts and beliefs, and in overcoming their flaws they have grown grand and great. I could not be prouder of them."

Turning her head slightly, she looked towards where Voxgatum and Vourison sat by the beach. Vox was currently trying to coax Vourison into the water, much to the rayquaza's chagrin. "As can clearly be seen, I am also here with a few of mine own little one's. Though nearly all are grown fully, they will always be little to me."

She then tilted her head to glance at Loraifon, who was currently stamping around the area excitedly, exploring all it had to offer, "Mine littlest especially is most excited to be visiting here again."

She paused for a second before continuing, her voice slightly sheepish. "Ah, forgive me, I have spoken for quite a bit of time. I would also be most interested in hearing of your own children, if you would like to share that is."

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

* @ask-the-golden-goo slides up to Vourison, chill vibes ever present.*

Slime Boi: Yo yo yo, how's it hanging? How are the vibes on this most excellent evening? Now, I've noticed you've got that dialga and palkia hybrid kid. I never thought I'd ever see someone like that before. Crazy. I dig it. Reminds me of my own kids. Then again, I've never seen a rayquaza like you before. Those patterns are most bodacious. Damn, absolutely fantastic. Your vibe is just immaculate. Like, were you born like that or did you go through some magical girl transformation or something?

Vourison was VERY awkward in the face of the goomy's (?) compliments, unused to the praise from anyone outside his family. "Thank you for the kind words. I was born like this, not transformed. I, and my siblings, get it from my mother, who you've already met." He pointed his snout at where Maksviah stood, still pinned by Voxgatum and unable to move much.

Speaking of the Lugia, Vox leaned forward and gave Slime Boi a big, tusked grin, "Oh my fancily-shaded friend, Vourison's power of understatement is really something to behold. But worry not! I'm here to tell you what really happened." He declared, much to Vourison's chagrin.

“Imagine, it’s the early days of a realms existence, and you’re a horrible stone. A cursed and beautiful one in fact! And so you do what cursed stones do and curse people until, eventually, they get sick of you, and ask one of the only formed gods for help."

"Except this god is also a little strange, so instead disposing of the rock in any normal way, she eats it. And while it’s a really good way to destroy the stone and everything it stands for, the curse was so powerful and so many lives were effected, that the energy wasn't completely destroyed, but transformed into something else. And so, from that energy, you get a new baby god!”

"It makes more sense with the knowledge that mother is a god of fire and forge." Vourison added. "Since she doesn't need to eat she will, on occasion, eat different ores to smelt in her stomach for later use. Surprisingly, I was not the only one born in this manner."

Vox continued speaking after his elder brother, waving a wing while still sitting atop the massive serpent, "Anyway, that's why we all look so different from what's considered 'standard' for our species. This also effected our typing too! Ya boy's Psychic/Water, no flying in sight, while Vourison's Fairy/Ghost. I mean, the typings don't matter that much, but it's still a fun quirk of our realm!"

[asktheisle]

* @ask-the-golden-goo Slime Boi saunters up to Oscar, chill smile ever present on his face.*

Slime Boi: Hey hey, how's this night treating you so far? Can I just say that I am loving these chill vibes? They are most excellent. Just truly something magical, you catch my drift? It's actually been a hot minute since I've spoken with a darkrai. Those folks tend to deal with nightmares and all and I just happen to miss talking to them. Ah, wrong place, wrong time, you know? Anyways, I was gonna ask about the history of this gathering and you seem like someone who'd have some ideas on that. Of course, if you don't know much, point me in the direction of knowledge but it feels like you do. Could be wrong though. I have been known to be wrong on occasion.

We're a rather rare kind compared to others, but that isn't the case here at least! This island became a refuge to us centuries ago, and has stood as such since the island resurfaced. Not just to our kind however, other legends and mythicals seek this island due to how well hidden it is from the general population. No one comes through unless they were allowed, essentially.

[The Darkrai grinned as his tattered tail swished idly.]

I remember a few festivities, when I was very young. That was a few centuries ago.

At a point in time before the island sank so long ago, there were many more families and island dwellers present. Tano sported a decently sized population of humans, similar to nearby Alola.

The Magi in those times would start here in Raiex, then make their way clockwise through the island across the pueblos in their path before ending here again. Things were similar-food and drink, celebratory atmosphere.

However each family had something specific they did to welcome the three spirits when they passed their territories.

Here in Raiex-as the humans were the brave and noble of the main families. They hosted battles and tournaments here to show their skill in the field. The humans would have several pokemon on their side, full team battles as the people themselves would spar against each other. A bit dangerous looking back, since they had to dodge the moves of their teammates, but it was very exciting to watch.

In Montex-directly south of us-they did similar. Except their contests consisted of flying through their craggy mountains and footraces in their plains. For the flying contests, they also had competitions for maneuvers and tricks.

In the southwest of Yuentex, they were the true origin of celebrations. They would sing and dance, tell stories, create masks, you name it! Out of anyone, they were probably the most fun to be around.

And finally in Veaxquex, the humans specialized in food. They would prepare a grand feast for the arrival of the Magi before they rounded around to continue on their journey.

It wasn't uncommon for those in other families to travel alongside the Magi to participate in all the festivities, I remember being able to do so once when I was very very young.

[The Darkrai had a bit of a wistful look on his face, chuckling.]

What a wonder it would be to return to that. But what we have now is just as fine! All that's really missing are the competitions, but otherwise it's a nice synthesis of all the families.

I'm sure these humans will come up with their own traditions, the more time passes.

(( @ask-the-golden-goo ))

[ask-a-silvy]

She blinked with disbelief. She certainly didn't expect that.

This was usually the point Pokemon became mad, or called her a nuisance, or told her to leave.

How come this Goomy was so chill? Was there something... more?

It would be another moment before she decided not to think about it too much.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Shauna smiling with her eyes closed but with a strained expression, and holding the note in question. She's shown from the shins up and directly facing the viewer. Shauna's appearance is as described here. End ID ]

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Shauna similar to the previous image. She's smiling with a ":3" face but with a great deal of unease, and holding the note in question. End ID ]

Shauna: [But what happened was, I invited him along. He said he doesn't get out very much, and I wanted to help.]

Shauna: [That, and having someone with you is always way more fun than being by yourself! So here we are.]

(Response to this: https://www.tumblr.com/ask-a-silvy/771894648963809280/ask-aeos-company-indigo-approaches-shauna-as )

Slime Boi: Girl, I didn't ask if the two of you were a couple. Not my vibe to assume. I asked how you ended up with him at this event. A Pokémon like you and a Pokémon like him are an unusual combo. Maybe you should take some deep breaths. Feel the chill vibes again. Decompress. You need help with that?

@ask-a-silvy

[askthehoenngods]

[ Reply to this and this ]

"Reminds me that I really ought to talk to them about that... anyway."

"I'm fine. I'll get my own food and whatnot. But you don't have me fooled~"

Cameo of Susano from @/askstormscall

- It seems as though this interaction has cheered Kyurem up some. -

[briggsmar-bantering]

* @ask-the-golden-goo Slime Boi slides up to Husk, curious.*

Slime Boi: Yoooo! I dig your vibe! It's absolutely rad! The whole hybrid thing? Whoa! Like, how did that happen? I didn't think legends could be hybrids, considering their nature and all. Like, I've met a lot of darkrais. All have vastly different vibes but you're definitely the most unique out of all of them! Most radical!

Despite the mask on his face obscuring his true emotions, the corvid-rai still expressed his admiration towards the little goomy's compliment. "Why thank you kindly. I don't get that very often, you're pretty cool yourself." However, as the conversation moved forward something seemed to disturb him greatly. Like he switched into a sort of 'deer in the headlights' mode.

"Ah... See about that. It's a long story, in fact it would take so long to tell you that you'd miss the whole party and that wouldn't be fun. I'm sure if my friend ever comes around one of these days he'll tell you all about it in a more susinct way than I'm capable of. [And without breaking down like a broken record...]

[aninipanin1]

WHO'S THE PRETTY GIRL?

The Blue Lock players were expecting a lot from the Neo-Egoist League, but what they did not expect was the fact that their manager would attract the eyes of their masters enough for them to ask them about her.

Notes: Reader is implied a female and is in her mid-20s (25 to 27, but whatever age works for you guys). The Blue Lock boys loves Reader platonically, almost like their older sister. The love interests are of course the Masters (except Loki)

LAVINHO

"Coach-! Ehh..?"

Bachira stopped in his tracks as he entered the door to the field. Unfortunately for him, Otoya and Kitsunezato followed suit and bumped into the boy.

"Ow man, what's wrong with you?"

Otoya, who got the brunt of it due to hitting his nose on Bachira's head, complained. Meanwhile, Kitsunezato just tilted his head as to why Bachira just stayed in his place.

"Bachira-san? What's wrong?"

Bachira then slowly tilted his head. His golden eyes looked at the scene in front of him where you, their manager, talked quite amicably with the Spanish Coach.

This was not much of a surprise to any of them, for you always tried your best to get involved in the boys' training to make sure they were improving while also having ample time to rest. You always reasoned how they were still in their teens and needed proper guidance with a proper and mature adult (since Ego can't really be trusted on that part), so you talking to the masters were no surprise.

What got Bachira, and in turn Otoya and Kitsunezato, raising eyebrows was the fact that for the first time in, like, forever since they met him, Lavinho was quiet. His mouth was zipped, zilched, as he just looked and listened to whatever you were saying.

Lavinho was a man very passionate in his craft, and there are many times where he would say his own input when it comes to the sport, with cheerful countenance too. But, at that moment, he was as quiet as a stone.

"The hell is up with him?"

Bachira asked quite curiously. Kitsunezato just shrugged while Otoya formed a small smirk, seeing how not only was Lavinho quiet in front of you, but the man was also a little too close to you. Adding to that, Lavinho's eyes were literally ogling you, which the white haired striker did not like.

Otoya was all too familiar when it came to flirting and the look of attraction, and man, was his coach making it quite obvious he found you, their manager, attractive.

"Oh lord, not this again."

Bachira turned to Otoya, completely oblivious.

"What?"

"Can't you guys see? Coach is making goo-goo eyes on our manager. He's too obvious, geez."

Kitsunezato only let out an "oh" of understanding. Meanwhile, it took Bachira a while to get what Otoya was saying, and by the time he realized, you were already gone from the field.

"WAIT- YOU MEAN-! NOOOOOO!!"

The two other players jumped at Bachira's sudden outburst, as the boy sprinted to where Lavinho was still stuck on his position, standing up, hands on the Football basket as if it was his only support.

"What? Yo, Bachira-"

"NO! YOU CAN'T BE WITH HER, COACH! I WON'T ALLOW IT! YOU'RE NOT GONNA MAKE Y/N-SAN HAPPY! LEAVE HER ALONE!"

Lavinho was taken aback at the sudden frowning face of Bachira. He got what the boy was talking about as he pulled up a mischievous smirk.

"Hey, you don't know that, blondie. I can treat her well ya know?"

But Bachira was not having it. He loved you like a sister, and there was no way he would allow you to date someone who can not make you happy.

Otoya sighed and held the scruff of Bachira's sweater as the boy tried to struggle like a feral cat. Kitsunezato then spoke out.

"Didn't you just meet her, coach?"

"Yeah, but can't I appreciate a beauty? Especially one with brains like hers. Beautiful women are attractive, yes, but when they're smart and have their own original opinions, they become hotter in my eyes."

Otoya chuckled at that, Bachira became even more feral, like a child in Otoya's hold while Kitsunezato sighed at this.

"Sheesh, what did she even say to you?"

"I asked her about many things and suggestions in your guys' training, and well, her answers are very fun and interesting, to say the least. Do one of you have her number? I didn't get it from her earlier."

Bachira just shook his head violently, for he had your number and refused to give up your info to his coach.

CHRIS PRINCE

"Yo, Reo. Have you seen Prince?"

Reo turned to Chigiri, who had just entered the training field. It was yet another day of training in the English Stratum. Most of the players are scattered in the facility to do their own training from the regime given to them, leaving Reo, Nagi, and now, Chigiri alone in the field.

Nagi laid out on the grass of the field as him and Reo rested for a bit. The purple-haired player tried to recall where he had seen the English Master.

"Hmm, I remember him saying that he had a meeting with Ego along with the rest of the masters. Maybe he hasn't come back from it yet?"

"Really? Hmm, I guess I'll just wait for him here."

"Go on."

The three remained in the field, Nagi slowly snoring away in the grass as Reo and Chigiri watched a recording of their previous plays on a tablet. It was all quiet until the door to the training field opened, revealing Chris Prince, who probably just came from his meeting.

"Oh, good thing you guys are here! I actually wanted to ask you guys something!"

The blonde man grinned as he put his arm around Chigiri and Reo, one for each player as the two raised an eyebrow at him. They knew he was eccentric and a bit...touchy, but he never did this before. Reo then decided to speak.

Chris pulled out his phone, whistling innocently.

"What is it?"

"Do one of you know or have your manager's number?"

"Yes, we three have it. Why?" Chigiri responded, and that made the grin on the professional player's face widen.

"Great! Can you put it in my phone?"

Now that made the two blink as Chris threw his phone in Reo's hands where the phone app was already open. Reo grew a bit more suspicious of this.

"And why do you need Y/n-san's phone number? You two just met in the meeting, I'm sure of it."

The man shrugged, but it was obvious to the two that he was hiding something.

'Weird, I feel like I'm having deja vu...oh wait-'

Chigiri suddenly remembered one certain group of professionals asking him the same thing back in the second selection. The redhead's once curious expression turned into a bored and rather done expression. He then raised his arm and pulled a way from his master's hold.

"Nope, I already know what you want Y/n-san's number for."

"Oh, come on, Hyoma. Don't be like that! I'm not that bad-"

"I'll be the judge of that. Besides, don't you have fangirls? I don't want Y/n-san to be with someone who'll be a hassle to be with."

Reo added, finally getting the implications. He wondered what the coach heard or saw from you for him to immediately ask them for your number. Reo always knew you were beautiful, kind, and responsible. That's why most, if not all, the players in the facility trusted and are quite attached to you, viewing you as some sort of maternal and comforting figure that Blue Lock can not provide alone.

But, he was interested in how you managed to reel in the attention of the second best striker in the world. And, so he did ask, and boy, did he, along with Chigiri who listened regretted. Chris just started to tell them about how not only were you a sight for sore eyes, but absolutely smart and egoistic in your own right even as a manager. About how, even if you had that side to you, when you were not talking about football, you were very kind, caring and very open.

Chigiri responded, his words made a hollow, almost bitter chuckle from the professional player's mouth.

"Yeah, Y/n-san is amazing, but you rave about her like it's your first time meeting a genuinely good person."

"When you are in the spotlight, most people you meet tend to have ulterior motives, and even, different personalities. It's attractive to see a woman both passionate about her craft yet still serious about her morals."

Reo sighed, agreeing to what his master said. But, he was a bit miffed that there was another guy they had to watch out for. He could not help but let out a sigh.

'Y/n-san, you attract the most troublesome guys around here.'

MARC SNUFFY

"Is it just me, or does he look quite distracted with Y/n-san?"

Niko innocently commented as he, Aryu, Barou, and Oliver, watched their master and manager talk from afar while doing their stretching. It has been a few days since the Neo-Egoist League commenced, and everyone in the facility became busier than ever.

You, being the manager, of course, were one of the busiest as you tried your best to take care of all the 5 stratums with only a little help from other staff members due to their own jobs. It was hard, but you always managed for the boys. So that is why you find yourself currently talking to the foreign coach, asking about the improvements of the Blue Lockers who are under his wing currently.

"Hah? So what? She's talking to him, so of course he'll listen."

Barou said in his usual rough tone, with a hint of confusion as to why Niko had to point that out. Oliver on the other hand, just smirked.

"Ah-ah, you don't understand, though, Your majesty. The look in our dear master striker's eyes is something you can only see in the eyes of someone feeling something to someone whom they are talking to."

"That was just confusing." Niko quipped.

"What are you even proposing?" Barou raised an eyebrow.

"What if, Snuffy-san, over there...likes her?" Oliver smirked. His claim immediately made Barou roll his eyes before walking away, not believing it. Niko and Aryu only tilted their heads in confusion, not seeing their master as someone who would fall in love or even have a trivial crush on someone he just met a few weeks ago.

"You probably hit your damn head, dumbass."

"I don't think he's like you, Aiku." Niko commented, making the defender mutter an "Oi," before moving on with the topic.

"It's just, I've been hearing gossips from the other stratums that the master's have been...a little too close to our manager these past few weeks. Who knows?"

"And praytell, where the hell did you hear this from?" Barou asked.

"From Otoya and Chigiri-"

"Not surprised. You three are quite the gossipers." Niko added.

"Very glam yet not at the same time."

"Well duh, of course. Have you not seen their coaches? Childish as hell. Ours ain't all like them." Barou rolled his eyes.

"You have a point. But hey, I said it here. If you all are wrong, you owe me."

They turned back to you and Snuffy and saw that you were already bidding your goodbye to the master coach, your phone between your ear, probably another one of your managerial and staffly responsibilities, they didn't know, but it was quite common to see you run about the halls of the facility.

Snuffy soon joined them, waiting for the rest of the players on the field since it was still quite early and training was to start in a few more minutes. The other four Blue Lockers only being there due to a plan they formulated and wanted to reenact before practice.

They see the coach looking quite happily down at his phone, seemingly satisfied with what he was seeing as he typed away on it. With the four players feeling quite curious as to why he had such...an abnormally happy grin, they approached Snuffy to ask, and suffice it to say, they were a little bit surprised with what he said next.

"It's nothing, I'm just happy Miss Y/n finally gave me her number, although it is under the guise of talking about you, Blue Lockers, and your training. It's still worth it."

"Y/n-san's number?" Niko asked to which the coach nodded.

"Yes, I wanted to get to know her more, is all. I wanted to ask some of you about her, but I reckoned it's better to get to know her myself and at the same time, get closer to her. It's like killing two birds with one stone."

"That is glamourously...logical." Aryu commented.

"What do you mean by get to know her more?" Niko asked.

"Hm? I meant in a more personal level. Oh, by the way, I heard most of you are quite close to her, especially you, Niko, since she always talks about you. Can you tell me what the things she likes are? I would prefer to know it now, just to be advanced."

The boys were taken aback by the question, their thoughts running wildly, but all of them were all thinking the same thing.

'I didn't know he could be that smooth when it comes to women...' The Blue Lockers sweatdropped in their minds.

NOEL NOA

"So, was no one planning to tell me that our master is dating Y/n-san?"

Yukimiya entered the canteen where the rest of the Blue Lockers under Bastard Munchen were having their dinner. As usual, it was quite loud with Raichi yelling nonsense at Gagamaru, while Isagi tried to pull him away. Kurona, Hiori, and Kiyora were the only ones quiet in their own seats, eating their food away.

Isagi raised an eyebrow, his hold on Raichi loosening as his eyes were focused on Yukimiya, or rather, the brunette's words.

"Huh? Y/n-san and Noel Noa dating? Where did you hear that from? I didn't know."

It was not just Isagi who got their attentione peaked. The rest of Blue Lock players also were quite curious as to how and why Yukimiya thought that the striker was dating you, their manager.

"I saw him asking her about a restaurant in Tokyo. It kinda sounds like they, or mostly Noa-san were planning a date."

"Huh? Now that I think about it, Noa-san has been quite close with Y/n-san lately." Hiori said, thinking back to the past weeks ever since the Neo-Egoist League started.

"Whatever it is, I think we shouldn't really get involved. Their personal and dating life is none of pur business anyways." Isagi sighed as he started to eat his own food. After all, most of them had a lot on their plates already too.

With training, the League, Blue Lock as a whole, and the upcoming U-20 World Cup, it was a little hard to find gaps or time to care about trivial things not concerning them.

But, that mindset immediately vanished after a few days later, when they saw Noel Noa, the best striker in the world, known for his stoicism and cold logic on and off the field. A man who can keep his cool and straightforward attitude any second of the day, seemingly panicking inwardly as his eyes scanned his phone.

Turns out, he did not get to save your number, the one you kindly punched in for him the past week (he pretended to get it for the sake of the Neo-Egoist League and the Blue Lock players of course), and well, since you were kind of an elusive figure most times of the day, having so many responsibilities, he did not know where else to communicate with you.

Sure, he can use the management system given to the masters to call for your assistance, but those are used in emergencies, and he did not want to disturb or scare you, thinking that something wrong happened when he just wanted to speak with you, in a more casual terms.

Nope, he was not illogical and irresponsible like that. So, instead, he finally let his pride down a bit and went to his players to ask something that shocked most of them.

"Can I get your manager's number?"

Nothing was heard except Raichi spitting out water from his water bottle on the grass the training field provided. Isagi, who was the one Noa asked, just blinked at his master's question or, rather, request due to the tone of his voice.

"Um, sure. I can put it in for you, Noa-san."

The albino man only nodded his head and gave the boy his phone. Isagi, meanwhile, was taken quite a back, his expression one of disbelief and resignation.

'Well, Its not like this is the first time someone asked us for Y/n-san's number anyways.'

Compared to Isagi, the rest of the Bastard Munchen players were less calm about it. Raichi's mouth, along with Kurona's were still wide. Yukimiya was blinking, eyes wide in disbelief as if he was hallucinating, and Hiori who had literal spirals for his eyes, the situation making him feel quite dizzy.

"I never knew, he can be like...this."

"Me neither." Hiori responded to the shocked claim Yukimiya said, not used to the master of the German team acting like this.

"Well, I mean, are we even surprised? This feels like the World 5 incident all over again." Kiyora, who just arrived, sat with them, remembering the ending of the 2nd selection where they met and faced international players, and needless to say, most of them were not even hiding the fact they found you attractive and wanted your details.

"Right, right, I forgot about that." Kurona muttered. But, Yukimiya just ended things with a shrug, watching Isagi give the coach his phone before running off to join the rest of them.

"Well, it is a shock. But, its not like we can do anything about it. Y/n-san is just like that, she attracts the most...um, diverse people to her. Probably, the reason why she also has a lot of fans worldwide."

The rest nodded, returning to their training, knowing deep down that, no matter how much they wanted to fight off the men who were interested in you, it cannot be helped when their manager was just someone like you, and they would never ever change you for the world.

After all, you are the elder sister figure they did not know they needed in this asylum-like facility and no professional football player who is attracted to you, can change that.

BONUS!

"Hmm, I think with the power of Y/n-chan alone, we can convince the rest of the World 5 players before to come again-" Anri tried to recommend only to be given a heavy glare by Ego, who found the idea less than appealing.

"No, these four are enough of a headache to be around her. I don't need Blue Lock TV turning into a dating show."

"..."

"I know you're jealous, but-"

"Just do your work, Anri-chan. That way, we can get this thing over with."

With that, the woman shrugged and left the room, heading off to find you to hopefully ask for your help in other work around the facility.

ADDITIONAL TIME!

Y/n: Hello, I am the manager of Blue Lock-

The Masters and the World 5: Already off to buy the ring, prepare our future house, adopting 6 cats and planning our retirement days and building our coffins together. Anything else we're forgetting?

Blue Lockers: Yes. The fact that you literally just met her?

The Masters and the World 5: ...

The Masters and the World 5: I fail to see the problem with that-

This is based off of that small headcannon I posted a few months ago (i think?) And well, this took me a while to post but I finally finished it lol. By the way, this Y/n is different from the other manager Y/n from my previous post. That Y/n is a minor (15, 16 or 17, depending on you, reader) and her lpve interests are the minor characters. While this Y/n is an adult and here love interests are the adult players and characters. Like I said, when I say Masters and World 5 in this, I only mean the adult ones, not Loki. Loki is the love interest of Minor Manager Y/n sooo yeah! Hope you enjoy!

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

[zaahvi]

he's blighted. he's evil. he's 8 feet tall and made from magical blue goo. he's a manifestation of tyranny. he has big droopy elf ears and pretty golden eyes. he thinks his dragon shrunk in the wash. he has killed, by my count, 66 titans. he doesn't feel stress. he doesn't ask questions. he's the first elf guy ever made. he breaks out from the cringe jail he slept in for several thousands of years and immediately becomes obsessed with and down bad for the idiot loser that accidentally freed him. he puts his scribe in a blight cyst in italy. he has erased entire emotions from existence. he uses a glamour to look pretty. he transed his archdemon's gender. he loves and supports his tentacle monster sister and her horrors. he attempts to cheer her up by suggesting she give his dragon extra mouths. he goes batshit insane after she dies and rains fire on an island so hard it turns to glass. he is, canonically, packing. he may or may not be wearing a wig. creative director john epler can't stop talking about how vain he is. his gaze softened when he looked at rook. he wants them so bad even ghilan'nain calls him out on it. he forgot how to speak in the hallelujah cadence. he cucked solas. he sucks.

the man of all time. to me

[huntfeld]

Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Vi x Reader

Summary: Vi and her family spend their first Christmas with the reader’s, finding warmth, laughter, and a sense of belonging in each other’s company.

———

The house buzzed with holiday energy. Twinkling lights adorned the tree, the fireplace cast a golden glow, and the smell of cinnamon and pine filled the air. Laughter and the sound of cookie decorating echoed from the kitchen while Jinx darted around the living room, a whirlwind of energy.

“This place is so shiny,” Jinx said, her wide, Shimmer-pink eyes darting to every ornament on the tree. “You’ve got, like, fifty tiny explosions hanging here. I love it!”

Isha, sitting cross-legged by the window with a steaming mug of cocoa, let out a soft hum of approval. She gave a small nod, her lips quirking into a faint smile as she traced the rim of her mug with a finger.

“They’re not explosions, Jinx,” Vi said with a smirk, leaning casually against the back of the couch. “They’re just lights.” She tilted her head toward Isha. “Right?”

Isha rolled her eyes playfully and gave Vi a thumbs-up, the corner of her mouth twitching in quiet amusement.

Jinx wasn’t paying attention anymore. She was too busy stealing a candy cane from the counter. “Bet I could turn this into a rocket launcher,” she mused, twirling it between her fingers.

“Please don’t,” you said, laughing as you caught her eye. “My mom just fixed the kitchen wall last week.”

“Fine, fine,” Jinx relented, plopping onto the couch and sprawling across it dramatically. “But only because it’s Christmas.”

Vi crossed the room to stand beside you, slipping her hand into yours. She leaned down, her voice soft enough that only you could hear. “Your family’s great. They’re treating us like we’ve been here forever.”

You smiled, lacing your fingers through hers. “That’s because you belong here.”

Her grip tightened ever so slightly, her thumb brushing over yours. “I’ve never really felt like I belonged anywhere before.”

“Well, now you do,” you said softly, leaning your head on her shoulder.

For a moment, you both stayed like that, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence. Vi shifted slightly, turning to look down at you with a playful grin.

“You know,” she said, “there’s one thing missing from this whole ‘belonging’ thing.”

“And what’s that?” you asked with a smirk, knowing full well what she meant.

Without another word, Vi cupped your cheek and leaned down to kiss you—soft at first, then deeper, her lips warm and steady against yours.

“Oh, gross!” Jinx’s voice cut through the moment like a firecracker. “Get a room, you two!”

Vi pulled back just enough to glare at her sister, her cheeks flushed pink. “You could’ve just… looked away, Jinx.”

“Uh, no way!” Jinx retorted, throwing a blanket over her head like a makeshift cloak. “You two were practically oozing mushy love goo all over the couch!” She peeked out from under the blanket with a devilish grin. “And Vi, you’re blushing. That’s weird. Stop that.”

“I’m not blushing!” Vi shot back, her voice raising an octave.

“You totally are!” Jinx sang, tossing a pillow in Vi’s direction. “Look at her! Little Miss Tough Girl caught red-handed!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and Vi groaned dramatically, burying her face against your shoulder. “I swear, she was easier to deal with when she was trying to blow things up.”

“You love me!” Jinx called, her voice muffled from beneath her blanket.

“Unfortunately!” Vi shouted back, but her lips quirked into a small smile as she turned her attention back to you. “Where were we?”

“Right about here,” you said, tugging her in for another kiss.

Your mom peeked in from the kitchen, her hands dusted with flour. “Vi! Jinx! Isha! Come grab cookies before the kids get to them!”

Jinx sprang up immediately, her pink eyes glowing faintly as she snatched a cookie with exaggerated speed. “I like her,” she said, pointing at your mom with a cookie in hand.

Your mom laughed, ruffling Jinx’s hair affectionately. “I like you too, sweetie.”

Isha followed with a curious tilt of her head. She took a cookie and held it up with a questioning look as if asking, Is this homemade?

Your mom nodded enthusiastically, and Isha’s expression brightened. She gave a little approving hum before taking a bite, her eyes crinkling at the corners in delight.

Vi leaned closer to you as the others mingled. “You sure we’re not too much for your family?”

“Are you kidding?” you whispered back, smiling as you watched your dad teach Isha how to play a board game, while Jinx entertained your cousins with wild stories. “You all fit perfectly.”

Later, as the house settled into a calmer rhythm, Vi pulled you aside into a quieter corner. The glow of the Christmas tree painted soft highlights on her face as she wrapped her arms around you.

“You really mean it? About us belonging here?” she asked, her voice low and hesitant.

You reached up to cup her cheek, your thumb tracing the faint scar along her cheekbone. “Of course I mean it, Vi. My family loves you. And I…” You paused, your voice catching slightly before continuing. “I love you.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she just stared at you, as if trying to process the words. Then, with a soft smile, she leaned in, pressing her forehead to yours. “I love you too,” she whispered. “More than I can even explain.”

The two of you stayed like that, the world fading away until it was just you, her, and the soft twinkle of lights.

As the night wound down and snow began to fall outside, the house grew quieter. Jinx was curled up on the couch under a blanket, her pink eyes half-lidded as the energy of the day finally caught up with her. Isha sat nearby, flipping through a book she’d found on your family’s shelf, occasionally nodding in approval at something she read.

Vi sat with you in front of the fire, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both watched the embers dance. She tilted her head to rest against yours, her fingers lazily tracing circles on your arm.

“You know,” she murmured, her voice a low rumble, “this might be the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

“Just wait,” you teased lightly. “You haven’t even opened your present yet.”

She chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. “You’ve already given me the best gift, babe.” She kissed the top of your head, her lips lingering as if to seal the moment. “You’ve given me a home.”

For the first time in years, Vi—and her unconventional family—felt like they had truly found their place.

[storiesfromafan]

Don't Do It - Mattheo Riddle x Reader

A/N: Just a under 1000 word one-shot 😊 And trying to break writers block, haha.

Prompt/s: Write a scene in a library where the characters must whisper or stay silent.

And,

“Dont do it” “But...”

Late afternoon, an hour since classes ended for the day. The library was reasonably busy, due to various groups of students at the tables studying for the next days tests in different classes. It was mostly silent, minus the soft whispers of the students to each other.

Sitting at one of those tables, your boyfriend at your side, you were the only two to have their own table. Which irked a fair amount of students, so every so often you would get dirty looks. Yet neither you or Mattheo cared. Not now, not ever.

You were currently reading over a book for potions. Your boyfriend at your side, chair close to yours. His arm was slung over the back of your chair, his hand playing with the ends of your hair which cascaded down your back. Every now and then Mattheo would lean in, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Making you smile or giggle. That also got some unkind looks from the other females in the room. As your dear boyfriend was one of the few sort after boys of Slytherin and Hogwarts.

While you weren’t really high up on the list of girls the boys wanted to snog. Though that never bothered you. You weren’t ugly or anything, you were quiet pretty. It’s just boys tended to go for the prettier, and sometimes easier girls. And you might ask why Mattheo chose you. You didn't fuss over him, or make goo-goo eyes at him. Sure, you thought he was cute, even had a small crush on him. But you kept a level head. And Mattheo liked that, as well as the challenge of getting you.

After he got you it just got better and better. Mattheo never got tired of you. If anything, he just liked you more, even loved you. And after getting to know the real Mattheo, you began to love him back. Separate, you were smart while he was a troublemaker. Together, you were yin and yang. You managed Mattheo's wild side, while he brought out the fire in you.

This looked to be one of those moments. For your boyfriend's attention wasn't on you so much any more, rather he was shooting daggers at the Golden Trio. To be fair they had been looking at you both, sour looks upon their faces. Not to mention whispering to themselves while looking to you both.

It was starting to get to you too, but you had more patience then Mattheo. You just knew he was itching to say something, or hex them. The way his hand on your back twitched told you his restraint was wavering. When he drew his hand from you, and hands hid under the table before you both, he had made his decision.

“Don't do it" you whispered, eyes still on the book before you.

“But...” he whispered back.

“I said, don't do it" you repeated, turning the page casually.

“It's just one small hex, love" Mattheo tried to reason.

You sighed, “one small hex will lead to detention, love" you mocked. “You can’t afford another detention. Or else no Quidditch for you".

Mattheo sat there silently. No doubt weighing up his options, hex and detention or play Quidditch. With a soft groan Mattheo pouted, slouching down in his chair. You looked at him from the corner of your eye. You found his childishness amusing. He wanted to hex those three so badly. But Quidditch was his escape.

Closing the book, you leant back in your chair with a small stretch. Shooting a dark look to the Golden Trio, you turned to face your boyfriend. Who had gone back to glaring at the three. You leant into him and placed a kiss to his cheek, before moving your lips to his ear.

“It's alright, love. You can get your payback on the Quidditch field" you whispered sweetly in his ear. “Wouldn't it be just dreadful if Potter was knocked out by a bludger, or hit with a Quaffle".

You moved back just enough to watch the dark smirk cross Mattheo's sinful lips. “Yes, love, just dreadful”. He then turned to place a linger kiss to your own cheek, making you laugh a little too loudly.

[ask-a-silvy]

(@ask-aeos-company) Indigo approaches Shauna. As he smiles and waves as a greeting, he makes a lil bit curious look. He draws her and Valiant's heads with an equal sign near them and put a question mark.

He is curious, are they, perhaps, a partners like Essie? Not necessarily in love, of course.

[ @ask-aeos-company ]

Shauna perked up as Indigo approached. She looked to his drawing, then at him; it took her a moment to realize it was a drawing of them.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Shauna cheerfully sticking out her tongue with her eyes closed and holding the note in question. She's shown from the shins up and directly facing the viewer. Shauna's appearance is as described here. End ID ]

She looked again at the doodle in the sand.

She stared and stared... it would be another moment before it hit her.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Shauna similar to the previous image. She's frowning slightly, looking somewhat wary and holding the note in question. End ID ]

Her eyes went wide. Her cheeks grew hot, and red. She already found the idea extremely overwhelming, and Indigo hadn't even confirmed if that's what he actually meant.

She whimpered a little. It was too soon.

She barely knew Valiant. She was still attached to the one she could not be with anymore.

ask-the-royal-absol asked: *The golden goomy slinkies up to Shauna, an eyebrow raised. His goofy grin ever present.* ???: Hey hey hey, what's good on this fine night? How are the vibes? Hope you're having a rad time. I know I certainly am. I need to check out the drinks. See what's being made, you know? Dunno if you've had any from the bar. Seems like they've got a most bodacious mix. I've got a little something to ask. That Pokémon you're hanging with. It sure is an interesting one. Definitely has some...vibes going on. What's his deal? And how did you two end up coming here together?

[ @ask-the-golden-goo ]

Her ears drooped. There was that word again. Together.

But they weren't together like that. They weren't... right?

Is that really how this looked to everyone else?

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Shauna similar to the previous image. She's smiling with her eyes closed but with a strained expression, and holding the note in question. End ID ]

Shauna: [He's just quiet. Really. Just get to know him, and you'll see.]

She wasn't betraying them. She's not.

That's not what this was.

She and Valiant were just-

The sound of popping glass made her wince. It snapped her out of her train of thought, on one hand.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Shauna similar to the previous image. She's gaping with fear. End ID ]

On the other hand, she'd soon see what really happened. She gasped, mortified.

The Goomy's pointy and stylish shades were thoroughly cracked; no doubt a result of her powers running amok again.

The pieces stayed together, miraculously.

Until they didn't, and gravity took over. The shards sprinkled to the ground.

Ask Hints have been updated.

[theladyheroine]

🥞 Pancakes 🥞

Movie! Shadow x Platonic! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Cozy, Silly

Word Count: 1,503 words

⚠️ Warning: None, except little embarrassment

Summary: Hi guys! I got excited about my last Shadow fic so I wrote another one! The songs I used are this one & this one btw, but this fic is more casual than the previous one so it’s much shorter too. Inspired by when my Mom recently caught me dancing (lol).

I want to spend my life 

With a girl like you!

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba,

Faint words filtered through Shadow’s ears as his eyelids fluttered open. It took him a while to fully realize he was awake, but thankfully he didn’t feel too heavy. He rested for a minute before sitting up and scooting over to the bedside. 

It wasn’t very bright, surprisingly. He saw the blinds had been left open and the dark gray sky filtered over the room. Raindrops scattered across glass, making a rhythmic noise, but it felt nice. 

Till that time has come, 

That we might live as one!

Can I dance with you?

Perking up at the cool words, he shuffled his way towards the door and into the hallway. The sound grew louder before Shadow realized it was music playing, and a buttery smell accompanied it. 

Most of the lights were off since it wasn’t exactly dark out, but only one or two yellow lights shone above the kitchen stove. With you moving and swaying there in a very strange manner. Shadow would hardly call it dancing: you were just bobbing up and down, tossing your head and holding a spatula to your face. If he didn’t know you prior he would’ve thought you looked foolish. But you were his friend now, he wasn’t about to judge. 

Girl, why should it be 

That you don't notice me?

“Can I dance with you?— OhmygoshShadow!!"

You yelped loudly as you quickly jolted back, surprised— and embarrassed— to find Shadow standing behind you. Your spatula knocked into a bowl of pancake batter, sending a blob of beige-white goo down to the floor. 

“Ohshoot-sorry! I didn’t see you there bud!” 

“No, I should’ve said something.” 

You rushed to grab a paper towel and swipe the batter off your tiles, but Shadow beat you to it. 

“Nah, it’s all good! I should’ve been paying attention.” You chuckled and grabbed another one, soaking it under the sink then cleaned any excess mush. 

“Is that The Troggs playing?” Shadow asked, tossing the mess into the trash can. 

You quickly lowered the stove temperature and nodded, “Yup! They’re awesome huh! I love their songs.” 

You were about to scoop up some more batter, then paused for a minute. 

“Wait—You know The Troggs?!” You exclaimed, swinging your face back around. 

“Mmhmm,” Shadow nodded. “I’ve heard only one song, until now.”

You gave a mental “huh” before going back to your pancakes. Even hedgehogs had good taste in music. Who knew?

It had been a full month now since Shadow started living with you, and even without teleportation, he still had ways of surprising you.  

You were home all day since it was the weekend, but Shadow had spent most of his time in his room. He usually did; if you weren’t up and about neither was he. In a way, he was like your own little shadow. You never pressed what he did alone, but judging by his expression, he had just woken up from a nap. 

“What are you doing?” Shadow peered over the counter, quills twitching with curiosity.

“Just makin’ some pancakes. They’re a little crispy though.” 

You slid a slightly burnt piece onto a plate. The pretty golden circles stood in a short stack and gave off an amazing smell. You could see Shadow lean closer as his red eyes grew bigger. 

“They’re…pancakes?” He stated his words as if asking a question, but to himself. Which made you curious. 

“Yep! I know it’s weird having breakfast for lunch, but I wanted to make something different this time.” 

“Uh huh.” He drawled. “They smell nice.”

His brows scrunched up and down, spreading more confusion across his face as Shadow watched the pan sizzle. Pancakes seemed like such an alien concept to him, ironically. 

“Shadow?” You asked. “Have you ever had a pancake before?” 

He paused again, but shook his head. “No. Are they any good?”

“Uh–yes!! They’re delicious!” 

To say you were surprised was an understatement: how could he not know about pancakes? 

Until the realization hit you that he probably hasn’t even seen pancakes before. You didn’t know where Shadow came from, and have avoided mentioning it in the past. Even after you became friends. In all that time spent together, you hardly knew a thing about him. And he still seemed reluctant to share. 

Movement shook you from your daze as Shadow picked up your spatula, poking the goo in the bowl like a little kid. His story would have to wait for another day. Your top priority: showing him the best brunch ever. 

Life could be a dream! Life could be a dream!

Do do do do, SH-Boom!

Your phone quickly changed its tune as The Chords started playing. It couldn’t have picked a more perfect song. 

“Why don’t you give this a try Shadow!” You scooted the pan closer to him, turning off the heat and switching it to the other side. 

“Me?” He fumbled with the spatula. 

“Yea, why not! Don’t worry I’ll help you.” You gave a cheeky grin, “Besides, it’ll be fun to learn. Right?”

Shadow opened his mouth to reply, but shut it quickly. You had always made meals for him, or either helped him make them. Even when you were gone there’d always be something from the previous night, or wrapped up in plastic. 

But you had a point, he couldn’t rely on you for everything. Especially now. If he was going to stay, he’d have to start pulling his weight around. 

“Alright,” He tugged back his gloves and set himself behind the stove. “I’m ready.”

You poured a cup of batter into the pan. For such a serious character, he looked so adorable.

You two waited for a few minutes before you set your hand on his arm, helping him flip the pancake to the other side. It shifted a little, making tiny splatters, but the color was perfect. For the second one you let him do it himself, and it looked far better than the first.

Life could be a dream! SH-Boom!

If I could take you to a paradise up above,

SH-Boom! And tell me darling, 

“I’m the only one that you love!” You shimmied back and forth to the music as Shadow continued to pour and flip the batter. 

For a first timer he was doing incredibly well! Fast even; his pancakes came out looking far better than yours! To which Shadow claimed could only come natural to him. You shot a surprised look, but you were happy seeing him loosen up. After a little while, Shadow even joined in your silly dance moves. His shoes tapped along to the beat, and you could see his body bouncing as he mouthed the lyrics. You tried giving him a little bump of encouragement, til he stopped and looked at you strangely. 

“Wow!” You coughed, “You’re really getting the hang of this bud.” 

Shadow rolled his eyes but he kept smiling. “Thanks. This is..easier than I expected.” 

After a short while, you two had a full stack of pancakes. You quickly shut off the stove and tossed the bowl into the sink. Maneuvering the food to the countertop, you pulled out two little plates. You were about to grab the butter, but Shadow beat you once again. 

“Can I do it?” The container looked so small in his big hands. 

You nodded and found a plastic knife in the drawers. Leaving Shadow to butter the pancakes while you looked for the syrup. 

You came back from the pantry with a tall bottle in your hands, and to say Shadow was amazed was a clear understatement. The light in his eyes when the dark syrup trickled down the edible tower was enough to brighten any room. 

You two settled at the table, plates in hand. Meals were typically had together nowadays, but each time it felt different somehow. Shadow had come a long way, going from a worrisome little thing to a happy hedgehog! And you couldn’t be prouder.

“‘Kay bud, dig in!” You pushed your fork into the food and Shadow did the same, cutting it into bite sized pieces. 

Everything seemed normal, until after a few bites Shadow stopped. He just sat there, chewing, but his expression quickly changed. It wasn't confusion, more like—a blank expression? 

“Shadow?” You said through your food. “You doin’ okay there?”

Oh how you hoped he didn’t grab the burnt one.

In an instant, Shadow took a larger piece and shoved it in his mouth. He only half chewed before doing the same thing. He did this three more times and it took him about a minute to finish half the plate. 

Syrup coated his mouth, and he swallowed hard before speaking. “You were right. Pancakes are the superior choice.” 

That was all he said before stuffing his face again. 

“Yea-I-erm—yea! Well, I’m glad you like them!” 

You rushed over to sink and grabbed a cup of water. Thinking next time, you should just make eggs instead.

❣️—THE END—❣️

[koiiiji]

unexpected comfort

author’s note ; continuing to secret friends series. and i did this rarity & patrick bateman edit myself so u know the rules.

summary ; suddenly Gitae can be soft. just a little.

Gitae Kim had arrived in korea with a purpose. as the head of a notorious mafia organization, he was no stranger to the underworld, and now he was here to assist Goo Kim with some of his more clandestine operations. cold and calculating, Gitae had little patience for distractions, especially when it came to romance or anything resembling affection.

Goo and his secret friends gang left for another business, Gitae settled into the office, intending to catch up on some paperwork. as he sorted through papers on the table, a faint thud echoed from the other room. instinctively, he moved toward the sound, only to find you sprawled on the floor, unconscious.

“hey, brat,” he muttered, nudging you with his foot. you didn’t stir.

rolling his eyes, Gitae decided to take matters into his own hands. he bent down, scooping you up with surprising gentleness, and placed you on the couch. however, as he did, you instinctively leaned into his hand, your head falling against his shoulder. he froze, a mixture of irritation and something softer swirling within him.

“seriously?” he grumbled, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through him. he felt an unusual pang of reluctance to disturb you, akin to the feeling one gets when a cat curls up in their lap. he tried to ignore the warmth spreading through him as you snuggled closer.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

the door swung open, and Goo, Seongeun, Taejin, and Taesung walked in, their raucous laughter abruptly halting as they took in the sight before them: the golden light filled the room and Gitae sitting on the black, leather couch, looking through some papers in his hands, while you nestled against him, drooling on his shoulder.

Goo’s eyes lit up with mischief. “oh man, this is priceless,” he whispered, pulling out his phone. without distracting from the papers, Gitae’s expression hardened instantly. “don’t even think about it or i’ll cut off your fingers and make you regret your life decisions,” he warned, his voice low and dangerously calm. gang burst into laughter, clearly enjoying the scene. Taejin leaned against the wall, shaking his head, while Seongeun couldn’t stop grinning. Taesung simply looked amused, habitually putting his hand in his pants

Goo blinked, taken aback. “whoa, chill, chill! i was just — ”

“can you just not!” Gitae snapped, his eyes narrowing. stepping closer, peering at you with concern Goo asked “did she faint?”

“seems like it,” Gitae replied, glancing down at you. “she’s just a brat, though. didn’t even bother to warn anybody.”

the tension in the air was thick, but Goo couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face. “poor thing, don’t you think so, huh?”

Gitae’s expression shifted slightly as he glanced down at you, still drooling on his shoulder. but now it was the lesser of two evils. he just found a gold. “actually,” he said, his tone shifting to something more serious, “i plan on taking her back to mexico with me.”

Goo’s eyes widened in shock. “what? no! you can’t just steal my secret friends!” Gitae grinned looking down at papers before him. finding information about his business in mexico, finding out who is who and what each person is doing, a lot of personal information, and all this you dug up in a couple of hours with computer fraud? impressive. and he also caught you fainting in time, it seems like you were preparing a report for that cunning fox Goo.

��brat is too good at digging up information, and i need smart people in my organization,” Gitae replied, crossing his arms with an air of finality. Goo wanted to object again, but then, with a soft moan and a snuffling sound, you opened your eyes slightly, slowly coming to your senses. and while you were still processing what was happening, you glanced between Goo’s frantic expression and Gitae’s cold demeanor, you didn’t understand a thing.

as you fully awoke, confusion clouded your mind. “what’s going on?” you asked, looking up at Goo.

he sighed dramatically, “someone here wants to steal my secret friends, to spy on his own businesses!! can you imagine?!!”

you froze, as you understand that it was only you in this room, smart enough to fit that description. your eyes darting back to Gitae, and your heart sank. the reality of having fallen asleep on him, drooling, hit you hard. fear washed over you as you realized how vulnerable you had been. Gitae’s gaze was as icy as ever, his earlier devilish smile now replaced with that signature cold stare. he seemed to take pleasure in your discomfort, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

as you finally stirred fully awake, blinking in confusion, you suddenly realized your head was still resting on Gitae’s shoulder. eventually, your eyes fluttered open wider, and you blinked in confusion, taking a moment to double check your surroundings. when you realized where you were — and who you were with — you quickly sat up, wiping drool off your chin, a deep blush creeping onto your cheeks. panic set in, and you quickly sat up, brushing your hair from your face. “oh no! i’m so sorry!” embarrassment flooding your voice.

Gitae shrugged, trying to sound annoyed. “it’s fine, brat. just… don’t make it a habit.”

“and next time, try to sleep at a reasonable hour,” he said coldly, his voice echoing in the room. “you’re not invincible.”

he shot you a glare, but there was no real malice behind it. “brat,” he muttered, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he turned back to his paperwork.