#people date colleagues pretty frequently

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emma hayes can suck a giant fucking dick with her “players having relationships is inappropriate” when she herself was rumoured to have a thing with a player and after she literally outed alex scott because she knew it was the only way to get kelly smith to come too. fuck you, fuck your ancestors, fuck your club. bellend

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Smooth Criminal - Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Spencer has been extremely secretive about his girlfriend of the past year, so much so that even Garcia can't find information on her. Till today, and her.... interesting ...past leaves everyone flabbergasted.

Warnings: light swearing

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Spencer’s had a girlfriend.

In fact, he’s had a girlfriend for almost a year at this point and she has not met his friends even once. He was so secretive with this girlfriend that the rest of the BAU couldn’t get any information about her. Not even a name, leaving Garcia in anguish. 

Everyone was dying to know about this mystery girl that has taken up most of the boy genius’ free time. 

And finally, Garcia cracked the code. 

As the team walked down the halls of work towards the exit, all exhausted and ready to go home, Morgan asked if Spencer had needed a ride.

“It’s pretty late to take a taxi,” Morgan had said. Everyone knows Reid barely drives for whatever reason. He frequently took taxis or carpooled.

Reid just shook his head, “It’s fine, thank you.” 

And that was that.

However, Garcia didn’t remember seeing him flag down a taxi. She didn’t remember seeing him walk off into the night.

And so she found herself in front of her computer typing away, already having a feeling as to how Reid left the office. She could get in trouble for this…

If she got caught.

But she won’t, because she’s Penelope Garcia,the most amazing tech analyst to grace the Earth. 

And there it was. 

She watched the camera footage of the parking garage, following Spencer’s movements of the night before, camera to camera. She followed him, until he stopped next to a car, opening the passenger side and getting in.

Then the car drove off.

Someone drove into the parking lot with the intention of picking up Spencer. And she was pretty sure she knew who. Especially because this didn’t seem like a random occurrence. Going back a few weeks (she really needed a hobby it seemed), she found this car would pick Spencer up quite frequently. 

So she tracked the license plate, finally finding the name of this mystery woman. Y/N L/N. And that’s when Garcia fell down the rabbit hole…

That same day, Morgan stood in front of Spencer’s desk, arms crossed with an annoying smirk on his face. He obviously had something to say. 

“Morgan, I feel you hovering,” Spencer muttered, closing the manila folder on his desk and looking up at his colleague. “What is it?”

“So… what are you doing after work? Wanna get some beers?”

“No thanks, I have plans already.”

“Oh, yeah? With who?” 

“With-” Spencer’s eyes narrowed at Morgan in suspicion, “Why are you asking?”

“Answering a question with a question, huh?” Morgan chuckled, “C’mon, Reid, are you going to be with your little girlfriend?” 

“She’s quite tall actually,” 

“You know what I mean,” he turned to walk away, “Have fun with Y/N, pretty boy,” 

“What the f-” Reid gasped as Morgan stalked off, “How do you know her name?!” 

Morgan ignored his question, Rossi coming at him next to bother him. 

Straight from Garcia’s computer-adorned office. 

“A criminal, Reid?” Rossi exclaimed, slapping a file down onto his desk.

“Garcia told you?!” Spencer groaned, head going into his hands. “I can’t have any privacy?”

“Hey, look at me!” Rossi was completely appalled by the information he had found, “You’re an FBI agent! Dating a criminal!”

“Weren’t you a mobster or are we just going to forget that…?” JJ grumbled from her own desk, averting her gaze when Rossi shot her a look. 

Spencer dropped his hands from his face, “Rossi, look-”

“I bet that’s why you’ve been so secretive,” Dave concluded, “Because you knew Garcia would find out about your felon girlfriend. Look, she even gave me printouts,” He gestured to the file he threw onto Spencer’s desk. 

“She did petty crimes,” Spencer scoffed in defense of his girlfriend. 

“She robbed people for sport. Her mother was wealthy. Her father was a cop.” 

“Daughter of a cop, girlfriend of an FBI agent, and a robber? Interesting,” Prentiss joined the interrogation. 

“Where did you come from…” Spencer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “She didn’t do it for sport. She just… well…”

“She’s a diagnosed kleptomaniac,” Rossi opened the file and pulled out a document of proof, “Now how the hell did you manage to date a kleptomaniac?”

Spencer opened his mouth to answer, but Prentiss answered for him, “They knew each other in high school back in Vegas,” she said, looking through the folder for the information Garcia told her. 

“Yes,” Spencer grumbled, “She was a freshman when I was a senior.”

“When you were twelve?” Rossi deadpanned. 

“Yes,” he repeated, “She actually helped me a lot with bullies.” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “She stole a lot of their things…” 

“And you find that attractive?” Rossi asked. 

“No, I didn’t find anything attractive when I was twelve,” Spencer shot back, “I only knew her for that one year before I graduated and left. We reconnected last year and-”

“Ah, yes, two years after she had to be bailed out of jail for stealing from a gas station.” said Rossi, “Not even a good crime,”

“What would constitute for a good crime?” Prentiss wondered out loud.

“A bank or something.” Rossi replied, “Anyway-”

“I mean she did rob a bank before-” Spencer paused, then clamped his mouth shut. 

Rossi and Prentiss exchanged glances, before making eye contact with JJ as well, who was now interested in the conversation. 

“She what” it didn’t even sound like a question coming out of Rossi’s mouth. 

Spencer quickly went to his girlfriend’s defense, “Not at gunpoint or anything! She just, uh, worked at the bank.”

“Jesus Christ,” Prentiss whistled, “Now this is intriguing,”

“I do not wish to speak about my girlfriend’s crimes anymore,” 

“Well we do,” Rossi grumbled, “So I’m assuming she hasn’t committed any more crimes?”

Spencer’s silence made Dave and Emily’s eyes widen. 

“You’re dating a current criminal-?” Emily began.

“Okay, look,” At this point, Spencer just wanted to leave and see his girlfriend, “Due to suffering from her kleptomania, her desire to steal is uncontrollable. Even when we met, she would constantly steal but return the object without the person knowing. I’ll admit, some of the robberies I’ve been… informed about, seem like they were more for fun, but that’s in the past, yeah?” 

“Yeah…” Emily wasn’t sure she should be convinced. 

“Yeah. Okay, I’m leaving now.” Spencer stood up, eyeing the file in Rossi’s hand, “And can you please get rid of that?”

“Well, can we meet her?” JJ asked from her desk, standing as well, “I didn’t stalk her like everyone else, but I’m still intrigued.”

“Thank you for being normal, JJ,” Spencer sighed, grabbing his bag.

Garcia burst out of her office, a devious look on her face, “Just looked at the cameras… A certain car is here waiting for Reid.” 

Spencer muttered under his breath as he sped off, already hearing footsteps following. He could hear Garcia tell Y/N’s whole life story to the group of Rossi, Prentiss, JJ, and Morgan who rejoined the group. 

“She’s a dancer in a big theatre a few cities over,” Garcia babbled, “They just finished Swan Lake. She Odette and everything! Oh and…”

Jesus Christ. 

“...and the last thing I found was that she used to run a Girls’ Generation blog,” Garcia finished.

“What’s that?” Morgan asked. 

“Girl group. She really likes Jessica, but she left or got kicked out or something. I learned so much girl group lore today.” 

“I also like Jessica’s sister, Krystal. She’s in a different group though,”

The team all froze, heads snapping comically at the same time to the owner of the voice. Y/N, the kleptomaniac that has somehow stolen Spencer Reid’s heart. She was leaning against her fancy car (Rossi pondered if it were stolen). 

“I had a blog for that group too,” she added, grinning at Garcia. She held out her arms, Reid shyly shuffling into her embrace. “But, well, I’d like to not remember either blog,” she whispered a ‘hey baby’ to Spencer, who mumbled something back, clearly embarrassed. 

“Um,” he cleared his throat, “Y/N, this is my team. Well, most of the team. Hotch isn’t here, thank God,” 

Y/N laughed, “They’ve been bothering you, baby? I’m guessing Penelope was the one who found out about me…” she scanned the small group and gestured towards Garcia, “You,” faced the others, “You’re Derek Morgan… Jennifer J… I’m not gonna lie, I can’t pronounce your last name-” JJ raised a brow. “-Emily Prentiss, and David Rossi.” she pointed out each agent before eyeing Garcia again, “You’re not the only stalker.” 

“Can we go now?” Spencer muttered, face already red, “I’m tired,” 

“Yeah, of course,” Y/N nodded. She looked at the team again, “It seems I’ve become a chauffeur, as this princess does not like to drive.” 

“Yeah, I’m gone,” Spencer grumbled, getting into the passenger seat.

“Oh, he so hates us now,” Morgan chuckled. 

Y/N shook her head, “Nah, he loves you guys. Well, as you all know, I’m Y/N,” She held out a hand to shake, politely shaking each member’s hand. “Should get going before said princess gets cranky,” She turned, heading back to the driver’s seat. “Oh yeah, Dave?” she looked over her shoulder and tossed a pair of keys at Rossi, who caught them.

His keys.

“Sorry,” she got into the car and drove off. 

“Kleptomaniac,” he said in awe, “She’s fast.”

“Didn’t even notice,” Emily agreed, watching the car as it created distance. 

“I don’t know how I feel about her,” JJ muttered, biting her lip, “I mean, is my name really that hard to pronounce?”

“Not at all,” said Garcia, “Spell, maybe,” 

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Once Y/N got back into the car, she noticed Spencer had turned off the music she had playing. “Um, Jessica was speaking,” she said jokingly.

He glanced at her, “Tell Jessica I apologize,” he said dryly. She was sure his team thought he was such a sweetheart, but damn, he gets cranky. Perhaps he saves that specially for her. 

“I’m guessing they saw my… record?”

“Mhm, Garcia made printouts,” 

“Ah, so they know about the bank incident…”

“One of them.”

“It won’t take long for them to find out about the other incidents,” she laughed. 

Spencer groaned, “I’m never going to hear the end of it… Now why did I decide dating a kleptomaniac was okay?”

Y/N just grinned, “Cuz I’m a smooth criminal, huh?” 

“Corny,” he grumbled, but the corners of his lips curled up. 

“Annie are you okay… are you okay…” Y/N trailed off, not knowing the lyrics. 

Spencer giggled like a kid; only she made him feel that way, “I don’t think Michael Jackson would appreciate that cover,”

“I don’t think Jessica would appreciate being silenced,” Y/N reached out, raising the volume of the music a tiny bit.

“Must we always speak of this woman as if we know her personally?” 

“Yes,”

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Contrary to popular belief, Gojo Satoru was never in a relationship. And he was fairly awkward to say the least. Sure, girls had a crush on him and he was chased all around the block, but he never truly attempted to make a move so it never worked out. Because of his job and because of who he was- the honored one, brought a veil of loneliness in his life and misfortune to people who associated with him. He never really knew how to deal with girls- joking and teasing was his way to go, but that only brought him rejection and girls would often shift their feelings to Suguru. His youth flew before his very eyes and he's 30 now. All of his friends died mostly and he's still taking care of the kids. At least he has a goal to maintain and raise a powerful generation of young sorcerers. It still doesn't take away from the fact that he's a lonely 30yo man. He could deny it as much as he wanted to, but it pained him.

Because of the staff shortage, Tokyo high was in dire need of new recruits, and that's where you came into the picture. A foreigner yet so oddly familiar, the girl next door, acquainted with the sorcery and sacrifice that came with it. Your serious expression and tired eyes told him everything, there was no need for words. He understood quite well, he could relate to you and find solace in the fact that someone shares his burdens now that he's not so completely alone anymore. You're so young, so pretty and yet so damaged by the world that it makes him feel overprotective of you. He wants to give you peace the way nobody ever did for him. But that's ok, he's the strongest after all. You're smiling under your breath, you're a sorcerer as much as he is. He's supposed to do his job and not care too much about what's going to happen to you on missions. The truth is- he didn't want to lose another person again.

So he took you out everywhere, one day it was Tokyo's famous coffee shop, the other was a prestigious high end restaurant. You realize he's rich, still, you didn't want to take advantage of him. He insists, he wants to spend time with you. He wants to know you better, ever went as far as escort you to dorms to take a look at your room. You tell him you're not the glitz and glam type of girl and that you're ok with the normie stuff. And he liked you more for it. So you had room hangouts, small coffee dates and arcade games. Sometimes it makes him cry when he remembers that he used to do all those things with Suguru and Shoko before. You felt nostalgic too, your childhood was basically ripped from your hands and there was nothing you could do about it except reminisce. But you were adults now and lingering on the past was useless. Only thing you could do was move forward.

Satoru doesn't like to talk about himself much, you noticed. But that's ok. It's probably a dark story, not much different from yours. You already knew of the Gojo clan and their connection to Michizane Sugawara. All his family members are dead, you didn't know why but that's probably what happens when you're a well known name in this dark sorcery world. Everyone goes for your head, especially the higher ups. Which is ironic considering they're supposed to be associates. Maybe he is the strongest but this was a thankless job. And sometimes it seemed like everything was put up against him. Not you though.

At first you were plainly colleagues, nothing special. Then friends. Then the lingering touches started to feel more frequent than usual. Then he kissed you for the first time- it was when he opened up and how he's wishing for more positive things, something that could potentially lighten up his world. He doesn't want to be alone and he doesn't want to feel like life just flashed before him. He wants to make an impact, even if it meant making you happy, because you were enough to him. And you felt the same way. This love didn't feel like fire, a burning spark of the moment- hurried and tasteless. It felt like a deep sea of calmness and assurance- you could be yourselves with each other, you didn't have to pretend anything. Because being each other's safe space was enough.

Funny, Tokyo high needed new recruits again since you were on maternity leave and no matter how long they awaited your return, you never quite seemed to come back to work. Satoru is laughing because they're blaming him for everything and he can't deny it because it's the truth. He has a beautiful wife and beautiful babies to come home to and the best part- you don't have to be exposed to the dangerous sorcery world anymore. The kids were lively and annoying but god did they remind you of him. They preferred you more though. You're laughing and Gojo is pouting because it's not his fault that he's away from home all the time. He's missing you so much. But, of course, they're sleeping with him when you're away doing your face routine before bed. You return to your room and see them huddled in Gojo's arms. It's adorable and you get emotional again.

Please don't die Satoru. His missions were getting dangerous by the week and seeing his smiley face on the doors hugging your kids was everything you could hope for. You begged him to change jobs but he doesn't want to listen. He claims that he's responsible for the imbalance of the world and therefore he should be the one keeping everyone safe. He's stricken with guilt. Or maybe it's his hero complex that makes him so rebellious to authority and, in this case, his wife. But he'd rather die a honorable death than be taken out by something embarrassing such as old age or sickness. You're begging him to think of the kids and he does, he's thinking about them every single day. Their safety is his top priority, so is yours. And you're scared, you really are. You love him so much. You wish things could be easier, but it's ok. As long as you have each other's backs it didn't matter. You can overcome any obstacles together. He's not alone, he has a family now.

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Slow it down

⊂Biker!Seonghwa⊃

TW: nothing

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: A short drabble while I'm away on vacation, because for some reason biker Hwa's been occupying my mind lately, not letting me rest. I can't wait to continue my pirate!au mini-series with Ateez, I miss writing it so much lol. Being at the sea is definitely not helping at all at suppressing my creativity lol. Hope you enjoy this one!

You couldn’t tell when it started, your infatuation with Seonghwa. Infatuation, perhaps, was a strong word, but you didn’t know how else to define it at the moment; maybe crush would’ve been a more fitting term, you thought, but you weren’t too sure about it. Park Seonghwa. You had known him for years, although never truly paying much attention to him, he still managed to become the center of your friends conversations, stealing the spotlight at any given chance without even being around. Seonghwa was quite famous at your school, and in your town, let’s be real, for constantly doing bad things and breaking girl’s hearts left and right. He was your typical bad boy and you wanted nothing to do with him. He was edgy and sometimes quite dramatic; he dressed in all black and wore quite cheap looking jewelry, painting his nails black after he realized girls went crazy for it. He knew he was good looking and he used that to his advantage. He could persuade anyone into doing whatever he wanted and it came in quite handy when he was behind on his schoolwork, his teachers excusing him for whatever dumb story he managed to come up with. Girls ate up his sob stories about his fake pets and evil parents; he came from a very loving family, so you never understood why he was lying about it. And, oh God, when he got his license for his motorbike did his popularity skyrocket even more. You were pretty sure you caught him once making out with one of the teaching assistant’s behind the school, but one side glance from his sharp eyes and you knew never to mention it to anyone. And to be honest, that was probably your first and last interaction with the boy, not that it bothered you. You liked your peaceful life as it was, serene, and void of worries correlated to boys. You didn’t feel like dating at your age yet, seventeen wasn’t too young nor too old, but you felt like you weren’t ready for a relationship. And that was fine, your father was happy too, not quite ready to lose his ‘little’ girl which he was aware you weren’t anymore, but it brought closure to him to know that you didn’t crave male attention just yet. His ‘little’ girl’s heart would remain unscathed for a little longer.

And all of that sounded really good, really, you would’ve never complained about your ordinary life. Oh, well, that is until Seonghwa started showing up to your father’s car service frequently. For some reason, the two of them seemed to be getting on well, and your father allowed him to come in from time to time to fix his motorbikes. Seonghwa owned at least three by now. He was two years older than you and while all of his friends went to college, he stayed behind, telling people he wasn’t ready to choose just one thing he was interested in to study for the rest of his life. However, this confirmed your theory for you that he just didn’t know what he was good at and that he wasn’t smart enough to go to a good college. It might’ve been a little harsh to view him like that, but he never ranked too high in your high school, too busy chasing girls and starting fights. And so, one day, as you made your way home you decided to stop by your father’s car service before heading upstairs as you lived just above it.

The rock music blasted throughout the car service; a few cars scattered around as your father had quite a lot of work for the week. Him and his colleagues were nowhere to be seen and you figured you stopped by during their lunch break, everyone was back in the dressing room. But you wanted to greet your father still, show him the grade you got on your thesis, unable to keep the smile off your face. You scored the highest in your year, it made you ecstatic. Your father would always order your favorite food whenever you brought home an outstanding grade, celebrating your achievement. With a skip in your steps, you waltzed down the spacious room, appreciating the white Mercedes your father was currently fixing. You failed to notice the clanking of tools, so when you turned to your right, your heart almost jumped out of its place as you yelped loudly. The older guy just cast you an unimpressed glance before he bent down again, unscrewing something around the front spring of his motorbike. You placed a hand over your hammering heart, frozen in your place as you watched his long black hair fall over his face. His hair had gotten longer since the last time you saw him, which was probably around a year ago, at the closing ceremony of his graduation.

“Did you become a statue or what?” His low, monotone voice snapped you out of your initial shock and your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head, remaining silent. Seonghwa cast you a quick glance before he continued working, eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to take off the nut screw. He had been sweating prior and he lightly tapped his forehead before twisting the screw again, nothing happening. You didn’t consider your next actions for long as you let your backpack fall onto the floor before walking up to Seonghwa, kneeling down beside him. He turned his head to look at you, his sharp eyes watching you closely as you inspected his work, chuckling. Of course the nut screw wouldn’t come off if it was stuck, almost fried onto the tube it was holding together. So, you looked around for a little oil and found it on your father’s stand, so, you stood and walked over to it, getting it, then walked back to Seonghwa’s motorbike. You kneeled down again and sprinkled a little oil around the nut screw, failing to notice Seonghwa’s curious gaze on you. Because it was slightly fried against the tube, you struggled to get the nut screw off at first, but after tugging at it and forcing it, it finally loosened up enough to come off, clattering onto the ground. You grinned in victory and grabbed the nut screw, turning your body towards Seonghwa to show him your success but you, instead, froze at the proximity. Your noses were almost touching and your wide eyes took in his face, taken by his mesmerizing features. He seemed tanner than the last time you saw him and his plump lips were redder too, dark eyes gazing into yours intently. Sweat rolled down the side of his temples, stray strands of hair sticking to his damp forehead. You had never seen him from so close before, and suddenly you understood all those girls who gave in to him. He was breathtaking. His sharp gaze held a glint of curiosity in it and that made you self-conscious as you quickly stood, clearing your throat, as you extended your hand to Seonghwa.

“Uh, sorry—” You started, avoiding eye contact, “I should’ve asked before helping—”

“I’ve been struggling to get that off for half an hour now,” Seonghwa chuckled as he stood, taking the nut screw from your hand; you didn’t fail to notice the way his pointer finger ran over the back of your palm, making you gulp nervously at the unnecessary action, “and you did it in like…five minutes.”

You didn’t know what to say so you just picked up your backpack and looked away as Seonghwa took a step towards you, your body tensing, “You’re Mr. Han’s daughter, right?”

“Yes, I’m—”

“Y/N, I know who you are.” Did he really? You smiled a little, nodding your head as you heard laughter coming from behind you, it was your father’s. And as Seonghwa watched you, he noticed how tense you seemed to be around him yet as soon as your father approached the two of you, you had long forgotten about him. It was weird to him; he was used to girls throwing themselves at him constantly.

“Y/N!” Your father hugged you, excited to see you, “What brings you around here?”

Suddenly, a big grin appeared on your lips as you unzipped your backpack, digging around, looking for your thesis. Seonghwa watched intrigued as you pulled the paper out and shoved it in your father’s hands, who’s eyes had the same glint as yours in them. It was quite an endearing sight, how much the two of you resembled each other.

“I got the highest grade, dad!” You exclaimed with excitement and your father chuckled as his eyes ran over the papers, a proud look on his face as he handed it back to you.

“Very well, honey,” He handed you the thesis back, “You know what’s for dinner tonight then.”

Seonghwa watched as the biggest smile he’s ever seen on you spread onto your lips, snatching the thesis away from your father who just chuckled and winked at you. He’s seen you around your high school, but never had the chance to talk to you. It seemed as if you always ran away from him, almost as if you were avoiding him. He knew of his reputation, it was hard not to when everyone kept reminding him of it, yet you never seemed to care as you wouldn’t even cast a second glance his way. You weren’t fascinated nor scared of him, it was peculiar, but he never thought about you for too long. He usually didn’t like challenges when it came to girls and those who played hard to get never had his attention for too long. He wasn’t there for the long run, therefore he found it useless to invest so much energy into one girl only. But you seemed like you didn’t want his attention at all as you kissed your father’s cheek goodbye before you ran out of the service, forgetting about his presence altogether. It didn’t sit right with Seonghwa, and as he gazed after your bouncing form, your father chuckled and looked at him amused.

“Didn’t you two go to the same high school?” He asked and Seonghwa nodded his head.

“We did, but our circle of people were too different for us to know each other.” Seonghwa’s answer made your father chuckle to himself, nodding his head in understanding. He knew what type of boy Seonghwa was, he never truly expected his daughter meddling with him.

“Yes, that makes sense—” Your father said more to himself before his eyes fell on Seonghwa’s motorbike, “How’s the spring, son? Any progress?”

“Oh, I got the nut screw off finally—well, your daughter did, actually.” Seonghwa admitted with a shameful chuckle and your father nodded, not looking surprised in the slightest.

“Yeah, she’s quite the mechanic, my little one.” Your father gloated proudly before he walked off, headed towards the white Mercedes he was supposed to fix by Friday.

            And after that first encounter with Seonghwa, you considered it your first real encounter, you seemed to run into him everywhere. It started being creepy after a while and it made you feel weird as you told your best friend, who didn’t think much of it, unsurprisingly, and suggested that perhaps you were just randomly running into each other, your city wasn’t too big, after all. Despite that making sense, you couldn’t help but still think Seonghwa was doing it on purpose as he’d always strike up a conversation with you when you crossed paths. Sometimes it was about something really dumb and it would make you look at him with a questioning gaze, nevertheless, you still seemed to entertain him, curious of his motives. He never made obvious advances towards you, so you really didn’t understand what was the purpose of all of his actions. Perhaps he was looking for a friend now that his other friends were in a different city at college? But that didn’t make much sense as he stopped showing up to your father’s car service since he had fixed his motorbike, yet trailed you around the city whenever you were out. And one evening, as you were headed home from the library, you had been doing research on a fish type for you biology class, Seonghwa was there. Across from the library in the parking lot, sitting on his motorbike as his eyes fell on you. Your heart skipped a beat and you looked around, trying to find the person Seonghwa could be waiting for it. But it seemed like just the two of you were on the street and you sighed as you took off, but not towards him. The sun was long gone and you had to walk quite a lot to get home, so you didn’t want to waste any more time, not a fan of walking around alone at night. But you barely made it a few steps before you heard rapid ones approaching you from behind. By now, you knew it was Seonghwa. You had memorized his walking pattern and the force of his steps.

“Headed home?” And you were right as his head popped up next to yours. You cast him an unimpressed glance before nodding wordlessly. Seonghwa hummed and continued walking next to you, grinning as he realized you were trying not to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice the gear he was wearing, his thick jacket undone and his light sweater showing underneath. He has never touched you before, so when you felt his warm grip around your wrist, halting you from taking another step, your eyes widened. He pulled you lightly forward, towards himself, and you almost tumbled into him. His cologne was strong and you caught the whiff of something strawberry scented, his hair looked like it wasn’t completely dry.

“Let me take you home,” Seonghwa’s low voice was soft and quiet as he looked in your eyes, making you flustered, “It’s not safe for you to walk alone.”

This was it, then, the moment Seonghwa’s been probably waiting for to finally try and woo you. He didn’t seem like the patient type, you had to give him some credit for holding out for so long. And despite every fiber in your body asking you to accept his offer, heart thumping loudly at the proximity and wrist burning from his warm hold, you smiled and softly pulled away from him.

“Thank you, but I did this walk many times before,” Seonghwa wasn’t pleased with your answer at all, and he let you know as his eyebrows furrowed, “There’s nothing to be worried about.”

But Seonghwa didn’t let you leave, stepping in front of you, making your body collide against his, you hoped he didn’t hear your quiet gasp, “There’s plenty to be worried about, actually, so just let me take you home.”

You took a step back, trying to put some distance between your bodies, hoping he wouldn’t see your red cheeks. You didn’t think he’d be this persistent and as you looked up at him, he seemed very determined, “I’ve never ridden a motorbike before and I don’t have the proper gear either.”

That made Seonghwa chuckle and you watched as he quickly took his jacket off, closing the distance between your bodies once again, making you avoid eye contact as he draped his jacket around your shoulders. He held the collar together around your neck and you gulped nervously, his fingers lightly grazing against your neck. His jacket was heavy and a lot bigger than your frame, “I brought two helmets, don’t worry.”

You went to still try and deny his offer nicely, but Seonghwa was already pulling you after him, interlacing your fingers, making you blush again. You couldn’t deny his attractiveness anymore, and despite staying away from him for so long, you seemed to be unable to do so lately. Yes, he was everywhere, but you seemed to want him to be everywhere you were, his sharp gaze always following you, making you stay alert. When he wasn’t looking, you’d sneak peeks at him, admiring his features from afar, imagining as you ran your finger down his tall nose, his plump lips, his sharp jaw, and then all over his dark eyebrows. Park Seonghwa was gorgeous and you now understood those girls trying to get his attention, hoping he was the love of their lives. You entertained that thought sometimes, before falling asleep mostly, wondering if you could fall in love with Park Seonghwa. Wondering if he could genuinely love someone. Wondering if he could fall in love with you and not play you like all those other girls before you, But now, as you stood by his bike, allowing him to place the spare helmet around your head, securing it, it all felt so real and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was ever going to change. Seonghwa suddenly grinned, his smile making your heart melt, as he tapped the helmet where your cheeks were supposed to be, and you found yourself suddenly holding his hands, pressing them down, holding them in place

“Were you waiting for me?” You finally asked what’s been on your mind ever since you spotted him and now a charming smile appeared on Seonghwa’s lips, gaze locking with yours. He suddenly gripped your hands and brought them down to your sides, interlacing your fingers on both hands. You were glad the helmet somewhat concealed your currently red cheeks.

“Yes, I was,” Seonghwa admitted truthfully, “there are no coincidences when it comes to me, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you tried not to grin as Seonghwa watched your face closely for a reaction, grinning himself. You didn’t want strands of hair getting into his pretty eyes, so you found yourself pushing them behind his ear, hand lightly grazing against his skin, making Seonghwa gulp. He tried to remember a time when his heart was racing this much because of a girl, but he couldn’t. He watched you as you fixed his hair for him before placing the helmet around his head, securing it and tapping the top like he had done for you. It made him chuckle and you looked down, embarrassed, but excited by his reaction. Despite his bad boy reputation, he was being rather soft and almost shy as he released your hands and got on the bike, beckoning you over too. You got on too, excited and lightly scared by the new experience as Seonghwa brought the engine to life, reeving it a little and making you giggle. You allowed your arms to rest around his middle, holding him tightly as he took off, headed towards your house. You knew explaining this to your father would be a bit troublesome, but you hoped his liking for Seonghwa would help you out a little bit.

Masterlist (divider)

[jinwoowoo]

Untitled- StayC Isa

After busy days of stressful work in the company, you and two of your colleagues decided to go out and have fun at the newly-opened club few blocks away from the office. While it is heavily promoted by influencers known for being party animals, you don't find such fun hanging out in a rowdy dim place with blasting sounds and blinding laser lights.

"Come on, man. There's no harm in dancing with us. There are lots of girls out there waiting for us." One of your colleagues said after you refused to go with them to the dance floor.

"Let him be. We all know how much YN hates dancing because of his stiff body." Your other colleague retorted, making you all laugh. There's no point on going mad at him since he is telling the truth, not that you are offended in any way. He just gave you a pat on the shoulder, grinning "Guard our seats and table, okay?"

You gave them a firm nod and salute as they go out to dance. Watching them from your seat, you can't help but chuckle when the bunch of girls they were talking about and trying to flirt with moved away from them as if they are some kind of people infected by an incurable virus. In the end, your colleagues are separated from the crowd, surrounded by an invisible dome of force that secludes them from the others.

Still laughing at your colleagues' absurd situation, someone suddenly goes to your table and sat on the same couch as yours, giving off a chummy aura that puts your guard down.

"Hi there. Are you drinking alone?" The gorgeous woman asked as you refill your glass with some alcoholic drink you ordered.

Shaking your head, you pointed to your colleagues who are still dancing frantically in their own space. "I'm with those idiots over there. And you?"

"I came here alone to support my friend. He's one of the bartenders of this club. You should try his cocktails, they are great."

"It sounds like you are here to promote your friend." You giggled so thus did the girl. "I'm YN, by the way. And you are?"

"My name is Isa. Nice to meet you, YN." Isa offered her hand which you gladly took and shake.

Isa's beautiful smile under the dim light of the club feels so surreal. It is so magical- the little peace and warmth you could feel in such places like this. Trying to be close and befriend you, Isa scooted closer, occupying the space where your colleagues are sitting before until there was not much space left between the two of you.

You got flustered, especially when you just realized Isa was wearing a denim crop top that shows her plump arms and a matching denim skirt that exposes her thick bare thighs. The sweet relaxing fragrance coming from her intoxicates you more than the alcohol, making you gulp hard after feeling your tongue salivating inside your mouth.

"Did you come here after work? Your job must be stressful to unwind in clubs like this." Isa asked with a little pity, trying to strike up a conversation and break your silent treatment.

"Not really. I'm just here to babysit those two." You replied as you look and scan Isa's body. "They are quite mischievous, you know? A little pain in the ass that frequently makes trouble, more likely when alcohol is involved."

Isa laughed with you and took a spare glass from the table, pouring herself some of the alcohol on the table. Some people would mind if there are strangers trying to take a sip of what they ordered, but since a pretty girl like Isa is there to accompany you against your boredom, you didn't mind. After all, you can say you are treating the beautiful lady with a drink.

"Won't your boyfriend be mad if you hang out in places like this?" You asked nonchalantly, trying to test out some water.

She only shook her head and chuckle, giving you a little slap on the shoulder right after. "I'm single, YN. If I have a boyfriend, I will be having dates with him instead."

"Bullshit." You gasped, acting shocked by her answer. "With that pretty face of yours, it is impossible for you not to be in a relationship."

"I really am! But thanks for calling me pretty though. You are also not bad for yourself, either. Charming, easy to approach, and most importantly, not a douchebag."

"Well, I will take it as a compliment then."

You held your glass and tapped it on Isa's, cheering a little as the barrier between the two of you dissipates. The time passed without you knowing as the conversation with Isa bore fruitfully. Getting to know each other, you learned where and what kind of work she has, even her little hobbies during her free time. Isa also shared her past relationships with you, giving you hindsight of her life.

As the talk deepens, with the slight influence of alcohol, Isa is getting closer and becoming touchy. She frequently leans close to your ear when she whispers her secrets, giving you a little taste of her lips when they touch your skin. She also slaps your arm from your jokes, giggling even if they are that shallow, showing you signs of interest on you.

While talking to her, you can't avoid looking at her wet luscious lips and beautiful face. She sometimes shifts her ass on the seat, adjusting her overlapped legs that make her thighs plumper. You want to touch those thighs only if your mind doesn't stop you.

"Do you want to touch them?" Isa asked between her sentence when she caught you staring at her thighs, catching you off guard. You stuttered as the words you want to say got stuck in your mouth, entangling your tongue. Isa giggled seeing your flustered face and took your hand, placing it above her exposed thighs.

The softness of Isa's plump thighs upon your touch is beyond your imagination. Her skin is so smooth and unblemished, almost comparable to a newborn baby's buttocks. You gave her thighs a firm squeeze, groping the succulent flesh that earned you a moan from her.

"You know your way to touch a woman, YN... You are making me wet..." Isa breathed out as you caress her other thigh, giving it the same attention it deserves.

"It's just pure instinct, Isa. Anyone can do the same if they feel how soft your thighs are." You replied, trying not to brag or take credit for Isa's pleasure.

"You really thought they are soft, YN? Hmm?~ I thought my thighs are firm and hard like this..."

Isa placed her hand on your chest, firmly pressing her palm down to feel your muscles. Good thing you are working out diligently every week to maintain the shape of your lean body for this kind of interaction. You exhaled softly as you feel Isa's fingers unbutton the top buttons of your shirt, gaining herself access to your bare chest and caressing it directly.

"You have a good body, YN... It makes me want to see you naked in bed..." Isa moaned out on your neck, planting her soft lips on your skin right after.

You honestly feel the same. Isa's advancement on your body and touches are arousing you greatly, making you want to pounce and fuck her right away. But, just like before, Isa beats you first again and swiftly straddled on your lap, resting her legs astride your thighs. Leaning her forehead on top of yours, Isa looked at your glistening eyes, staring directly at your disturbed soul with a wide grin on her lips.

"You are so handsome, YN... No matter what happens, I will make sure we will sleep on the same bed tonight" Isa whispered coquettishly.

"Don't worry, Isa... I'm sure that will happen..."

How would you guess that in a place you thought will bore you and waste your precious time, you will find a hot girl who will make your heart beat rapidly? Your chest pounds hard, almost audible as undescribable heat courses throughout your body.

Isa leaned down to kiss you, easily finding your lips to latch with hers under the dim light. Nibbling and sucking, Isa licked your lips and asked them to open. You didn't let her for that long and spread your lips apart, giving her access to slither your tongues together.

Holding Isa by her slim waist, you pulled her closer to your body until you can feel her ample boobs pressing against your hard-beating chest. Isa unbuttoned the rest and open your shirt, completely exposing your upper body to her gentle touch.

Isa then moaned to your lips as she felt your hands from her waist travel down to cup her big butt, groping each cheek firmly with your palms. She lifted her body a little, scooting harder and grinding her hips down to dance on your lap out in the open.

Living in your own world right night, neglecting the loud blasting sounds of EDM music and cheers of the people around, Isa's body rubs her goddess-like body on you, dry humping you. She didn't mind your fervent kisses, even moaning explicitly when you suck her wet tongue. She wrapped her slim arms around your neck, pulling you closer and deeper as she doesn't want you to pull out of the kiss- not that you will part away soon.

Your whole body feels hot, the bulge on your pants aching and begging to be released. Isa is bringing the lust out of you, corrupting your mind to touch her fuck her. Taken over by the heat of the moment, you wrapped your arms around Isa's waist and lifted her, placing her back against the steamy couch you two are sitting on for minutes. Your hand reached between her legs, pushing her wet panty aside to meet her wet hot core. About to push a digit inside her pussy and feel her walls around your finger, Isa held your wrist and chest to stop you, shaking her head calmly.

"Not here, YN... Bring me somewhere else." Isa asked with lust over her eyes.

She's right. You wouldn't want to spend the precious moment of fucking her out in public that may result in ruining the night. You buttoned back your shirt and stood up, feet walking at a fast pace out of the club while holding Isa's hand.

The tension and lust in your body are up to the roof. Isa could feel the same, and she can't stop stealing kisses from you while you are waiting for a damn taxi to arrive. Finally, after waiting for what feels like an eternity, one came by and stopped in front of you. Isa went first and you followed after her.

After giving the driver your home address, Isa goes back straddling your lap, kissing you hungrily while grinding her body on yours. You saw the driver smiling in the mirror and turned the radio on, blasting out some music to cover the lustful noises coming from the back seat.

"Fuck Isa... I'm so horny right now I might not show mercy fucking you..." You moaned as Isa's lips goes down to your jawline and neck, marking you hers already.

"That's the plan, YN... I want you to fuck my brains out until I can't walk for days... Make me stay in your bed and keep making love to me..."

Hearing those words coming out from Isa etched into your mind, reminding yourself not to go easy on her when you two reached your house. You grabbed the hem of Isa's denim skirt and hiked it up, accessing her soft butt once again which you are slowly falling for.

Massaging each cheek gently with your palm, your fingers are exploring around her buttocks until it goes south, touching her wet inner thighs and ruined panty. The feeling of Isa's thick damp thighs and dripping clothed core added more fuel to your lust. You pulled Isa closer to you, aiming your huge boner on her clothed pussy, and let her grind on it, giving each other the taste of what they will expect later on.

After some turn and stops on the road, you finally saw a familiar street near your house when you glanced over the window. Arriving at your house, paying the driver more than the fare for the mild inconvenience, you punched your passcode in and opened the door, pushing Isa inside your house without breaking the kiss.

Strolling blindly into your flat, you soon entered the bedroom where the magic will finally happen. Isa hopped out of her links on your body, getting on her knees right after. As her hands found your belt and unbuckle them, she scooted her fingers against the waist of your pants, tugging them down until your boxer is exposed.

You felt your cock twitch at the sight of Isa's beautiful face worshipping your clothed penis, instinctively pushing your hips forward to hump her face and let her lick the outline forming on the fabric.

As you took off your shirt and jacket, tossing them somewhere in your room, you helped Isa to stand on her feet, turning her around right after. Unzipping the rough crop top, you cursed lowly when you saw Isa's smooth sexy back- so alluring and inviting for a taste.

Isa breathed sexily as you gave her back some wet licks and kisses. Your hands are at her waist, holding her still while she removes her denim skirt, hopping out of the piled clothes underneath her right after.

Pulling her closer, you humped your painful boner on Isa's clothed ass, begging for relief only her body could provide right now. Giggling, Isa pushed your hands off of her waist and turned around, walking backward until she sits down on your bed.

"You got a nice bed, YN. I hope it is sturdy enough not to break when I ride you." Isa complimented, giving you a smirk as her palm invites itself to caress your sheets.

"Don't worry, girl. The only things that will get broken tonight are your holes and mind."

Walking towards Isa and pushing her down to the soft mattress, you spread her legs apart and hover on top of her semi-nude body. Tittering, Isa moaned softly when you leaned to kiss her lips, trailing your lips down to her jawline and neck right after- marking her yours. Your hands pulled her tube bra out of her body and you immediately put one of her jiggling boobs to your mouth as you fondle the other.

Impatiently, Isa whined out and pulled her panty out of her lips, holding on to your boxers right after, and pulled it out to feel your bare throbbing cock between her thighs. You let Isa do what she wants and busy yourself sucking her delicious boobs. Her doughy tits offer the same sweet buttermilk taste, pink small nipples are hard as candy and feel good on your tongue. The fragrance of her nude body is so enticing and addictive like a forbidden drug.

"YN... No foreplay please..." Isa whined but you are far from done playing with her body.

Your wet kisses left a slimy train from the valley of her boobs down to her midriff, tasting the sweat on her smooth tummy and french kissing her belly button. Just feeling how your tongue fucks her navel gives Isa unsatisfying pleasure. She needs it to be done somewhere else, somewhere between her jittery legs.

Good thing for Isa, she didn't have to that long as you are getting impatient as well. Forcing her legs to spread open, Isa's glistening pussy winked at you, heightening your list all over as you see her love honey dripping down to her ass cheeks. Hungry and enchanted, you didn't hesitate to bury your face between her legs and eat Isa's pussy, lapping your thick flat tongue against her pussy lips to savor every drop of essence she release.

"YN~ oh my fucking god... Your tongue feels so good... Keep eating me out like that..." Isa moaned between her words, squirming when she feels her tongue wiggling on her burning core.

Her thick thighs are trying to close out of instinct, trapping your head between the soft heavenly flesh out of the process. You swear if you die getting choked by Isa's thighs right now, you won't have any regrets for how good they feel.

However, you won't die without completing your mission. Carrying her thick legs on your shoulders, putting her calves on your back, you pulled Isa closer and feast on her pussy like a famished bear. You grabbed Isa's hands and intertwined your fingers with hers, locking her thighs in your embrace in the process.

Isa felt good with your skillful tongue play. Darting your tongue inside her pussy, your tongue wiggles inside and licks all sides of her vaginal walls, savoring every fluid you could collect. You seldomly retreat your tongue out of her vagina to lick the dripping fluids on her ass cheeks, sliding your tongue on her inner thighs as well. Though Isa is the type of girl who doesn't enjoy foreplay that much, you proved that you are different from other men she had sex with and she can also feel good about things she hates.

Looking up, your chest swelled in pride to see the red-haired girl writhing with pleasure. You immediately let go of her hands to see what she will do. Isa immediately held the sheets beside her head, gripping hard as she push her hips forward and grind her pussy on your lips and face, squirting her juices a little bit.

Seeing how hard her breathing becomes, moans that are getting sharper and louder every time your tongue fucks her leaking pussy, you didn't have to be told that Isa is near her climax. You wanted to feel how will she cum on your face, fill your mouth with her womanly essence, but you got other plans to make Isa's orgasm exciting.

Immediately after feeling Isa is almost a few licks away from her peak, you released her legs from your shoulders and withdraw your face from her pussy, leaving her orgasm suspended.

"YN? What are you-ahh!~" Isa's whine was cut off when you suddenly spanked her pink pussy, causing her to squirt a little.

"YN! Stop it, it sting-mmh!~" you gave her pussy another slap, giving her a peculiar jolt of pleasure.

You immediately press the base of your pal against her quim, slowly rubbing it in circles. "Should I stop? It seems like you are liking it. Look how pussy squirts while getting spanked."

Mischievously, you traced your fingers on the outline of her crotch, teasing the lips of her vagina before giving her pussy another hard slap. Isa groaned painfully, mixed with pleasure and whines as you kept her hanging.

Isa wanted to cum so bad, to burst out like a dam but her pussy obeys like a dog stopping its movement when it receives punishable slaps from its owner. Rubbing your fingers around her labia and spanking it repeatedly, it didn't take long for Isa's pussy to become red and sore, fully sensitive to even slight touch of your finger. Seeing Isa whining, begging with her tearful eyes, you decided that it is enough and give Isa her wanted to release.

Pushing your pinky down to your palm with the help of your thumb, you straightened up the other fingers of your right hand and plunged it inside Isa's quivering pussy. Overwhelmed, Isa came immediately around your fingers, gushing out a large volume of her girl calm on your hand and arm. You keep pumping your fingers inside her pussy, curling the digits to press her pulsating walls and wrung out more of her slick juices.

After a good minute of release, Isa felt fulfilled and satisfied. You pulled your fingers out of her pussy and suck them, savoring the remnants of her orgasm that coats your finger. After releasing it with a pop, you pushed your drenched fingers inside Isa's mouth, letting her savor what was left of her taste mixed with your saliva.

"Such a good girl, Isa~ you came hard and ruined my sheets." You cooed as you lean close giving her a soft peck on the cheeks and patting her head with your wet hand.

"Shut up... I never know you could be sadistic like this... And you are not even done yet..." Isa panted out as she reached for your hard cock, stroking it gently.

You groaned as you felt Isa's warm hand strokes your dick. Needing your release as well, you took her hand out of your cock and commanded her. "On all fours, baby. I wanna pound you from behind."

Isa turned around and went on all fours as you instructed. Holding the sheets tightly, Isa wiggled her ass seductively, earning her a hard slap from you. Positioning yourself behind Isa, you held her ass and grinded on the valley of her buttocks, probing down and poking her puckered hole with your glans.

"Are you gonna do me anal? I'm still a virgin down there." Worriedly, Isa asked while reaching behind her, stopping your dick from teasing her backdoor hole.

"Not tonight, Isa. As much as I want to take your ass' virginity, I need you to taste my cock where it rightfully belongs"

Holding your dick by its base again, you put your shaft between Isa's thighs and tap the shaft on her pussy, collecting some of her natural lube while fucking her thighs. The redhead girl bit her lips in pleasure, feeling how deep you will be in her when she felt her cocok's tip teasing beneath her navel. Once coated enough, you aimed the head of your cock at Isa's pussy, lancing forward and pushing nonstop until you finally reach her cervix.

"So fucking tight! Your little pussy is clamping hard around me, Isa!" You groaned as you struggle to pull your dick out because of Isa's contracting pussy, eager to feel your whole shaft back inside her.

"You are just big, YN. Mhhh~ I never had such a big dick before!~" Isa mewled cutely, turning into a cat in heat that suits her cute look.

Isa's slick folds are drooling over the huge meat that fills her up. She can feel herself ripping apart, forced to spread to accustom your girth and brace each of your hard thrusts. Feeling the little resistance of her pussy even gives the thrill of the sex, encouraging you to fuck her pussy harder and see how Isa will take you until she totally succumbs to your cock.

"Harder, please!~ YN!~ fuck me harder!" Isa screamed out on every sentence, moaning out mindlessly.

Arouses on every second you spent staying inside Isa's pussy, you are slowly losing control of yourself and want to fuck the redhead girl as hard as you could. You held her by her sexy waist, gripping hard against her flesh as you brace her. Going rougher and fucking her harder, you give Isa short deep thrusts that shake her core from the inside.

Isa moaned out in pain and pleasure, her hand turning white as she grips on the sheets for her dear life. Soon, you saw her biting into your pillow to drown out her unfiltered moans, which you found hot and sexy.

As you enjoy your sexy time with Isa, fucking her brains out in the process, your phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand and caught your attention. You tried to shrug it off but the annoying ringtone keeps breaking your focus. Annoyed, you answered the phone and put it on a loudspeaker.

"What?!" You groaned angrily, making the people on the other line pause briefly.

"YN, where are you? We are looking over you at the club and we can't find you." Your colleague asked, a bit worried about your tone.

"Sorry. Something happened and I had to go home early. The tab is on me so you two can go home now."

"Is there something bad that happened? Did we leave you bored?" Your other colleague asked, sensing a little bit of guilt from your sudden disappearance.

You grunted and were about to talk back when all of the sudden, Isa lifted her head and moaned out loud, calling your name. "YN!~ harder!~ stop talking to someone else when you are fucking my pussy!~"

The people behind the other line gasped as they heard an unfamiliar voice moaning sexily. Stopping for a second and stuttering, your friend asked "i-is that-?"

"Yes, it is! Now hung up!~" you impatiently pressed the hang-up button, not letting your colleagues finish the question. Tossing your phone back onto the nightstand, Isa looked at you with a smirk on her face, proud of what she has done.

"You naughty girl~ now my friends know I brought you home and left them to fuck someone." You growled as you held Isa's waist again, pulling her towards you as you slam your hips forward.

"They deserve it~ they are so annoying and interrupting when I'm close again~" Isa breathed out, moaning heavily as she bites back on your pillow.

"You wanna cum again? Then cum~ shower my dick with your delicious cum~"

Sensing that Isa is already near another orgasm, you leaned close to her body until your chest lay flat on her back. Your hands left her waist to roam around her body, one went to her clit and rub it feverishly as the other swept her hair all over to her left shoulder before holding her right hand.

Your hips galloped faster, hips rolled smoothly to make sure Isa could feel your cock surfing in and out of her sore pussy. You licked all over her right cheek so she can find your lips, immediately making out with her as soon as you two kissed. She kept moaning in your mouth while sucking the air out of you, taking whatever she could swallow to keep her body from losing consciousness.

"I'm cumming, YN!~ fuck!~ you're so good!~" Isa gasped as she parted from the kiss.

Feeling the familiar tightness in her stomach, Isa curled up and convulsed as she reached her second orgasm for the night. Her pussy clamped hard around your cock, walls pulsating rapidly as her juices gushed out of her gaping hole. She buried her face in your pillow once more. Screaming on muffled, yet it is still so loud that you can hear her moaning profanities with your name.

As much as you still want to fuck her in a doggy position, watch her ass ripple on every thrust, you pulled out of Isa's sensitive hole and turned her body around, laying her back flat on the bed. Her pussy is still twitching, squirting on your sheet endlessly. Feeling yourself at the limit, you pushed yourself back inside Isa, moving your hips like an animal in need to breed.

"YN! I'm still sensitive!~" Isa whined out as you fuck her pussy mercilessly. You can feel her convulsing in your embrace, hands trying to push you away but you are hugging her tight.

"I know but I'm close. Fuck, you are so good, Isa!~"

Moving your hips like a horny rabbit, you keep drilling Isa's pussy mercilessly, driving deep on each pounding and making sure that your cock is kissing her womb's entrance. Still sensitive and haven't done her orgasm yet, Isa could feel your hot rod expanding further on her tingling walls, threatening her with another orgasm.

Cannot contain your urge to release anymore, you raised your hips one last time before slamming it hard back inside Isa. You clenched your butthole and exploded, cumming hard directly in Isa's womb. Wave after wave of thick potent jizz, you felt your balls getting drained out as you flood Isa's pussy with your load, filling her to the brim until it overflows and the mixed cum seeps out of your connection.

After almost half a minute of cumming, your cock finally went flaccid and slipped out of Isa's creampied pussy. Her fucked gaping hole glistens in bright well, completely swollen with your baby cream oozing out of it.

"Shit... I'm sorry I came inside you without asking..." You panted out as you lay on your side, pulling Isa to lay down on her side as well and face you.

"It's fine. I can buy plan B tomorrow morning." Isa smiled softly and pecked your lips, hugging your sweaty body scoot closer. She drew circles all over your chest using her finger, which you were surprised to work well to calm your breathing

"Are you not mad? I could get you pregnant." You asked dumbly, making Isa pout.

"Yes, I'm sure. Don't worry so much." Isa said as she pushed you down to your back, straddling your hips and grinding her leaking pussy over your erect cock.

"W-what are you doing?" You asked like an idiot again.

"Making the plan B worth it" Isa smirked as she grabbed your cum-coated dick and aim the glans on her pussy, sinking herself to start another round of sex with her on top this time.

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The following day after the club incident, your colleagues went to your house to fetch you, starting the normal routine as you all go to work. They rang your doorbell and patiently waited at the front door, only to be surprised that someone else opened it for them.

"Good morning~ you must be YN's colleagues. My name is Isa, nice to meet you two." Isa greeted them with a soft smile.

The two are awed and struck to see her wearing your thin shirt that's over her size, showing a hint of her body figure with no bra on it. Isa didn't even bother covering the huge dark hickeys all over her neck, proving the intensity of last night's sex to them, not like Isa wearing your boxer is already solid evidence.

As you finish wearing your office clothes and taking your briefcase, you headed towards the front door and slapped Isa's big ass, sliding some fingers between her thighs to caress her pussy. Isa gave you a shocked look and stomped her feet, lips in between smiling and pouting as you just touched her in front of your colleagues.

"See you later tonight?" You asked Isa and she nodded.

"Sure. But let's meet at the cafe near your office and sleep at my house this time. We still need to call someone to fix your bed."

You ruffled Isa's hair and giggled, giving her another peck on the lips as if your colleagues. Their jaws just at the words that came out of Isa's mouth, still can't believe that you broke your bed by fucking her. As you bid goodbye to Isa and closed the door, your colleagues flanked your sides and starts nudging you with their elbows, asking questions about Isa and the events last night.

[sirianasims]

It was Saturday night. We had ordered room service, watched an old cult classic in bed. Paul hadn’t felt like going out. A reporter had cornered him in the airport yesterday and questioned him about his frequent visits to San Myshuno, asked if he was seeing someone.

He’d denied it.

Despite the fame, Paul was an intensely private person, always guarding his personal space against a world that kept demanding more. I respected that, even though I was more used to the opposite. My personal life was part of my online brand, but I’d followed his lead and kept our relationship secret.

Paul’s arms were wrapped around me, his chest firm and reassuring against my back. The rhythmic cadence of his breathing was like a soft lullaby, but I was nowhere close to falling asleep.

“Julia? Is something wrong? Are you still thinking about the reporter?”

“It’s just… all this secrecy.”

“You don’t think I denied seeing anyone because I’m ashamed of you, do you?”

I took a deep breath.

“Seventeen years, Paul. It’s not just the number, it’s the experience. I’m proud of what I do, I really am, but compared to you, drawing and sewing in front of a tiny camera by myself seems… trivial. You have this glamorous life, you know all these famous people, you’ve traveled the world. I haven’t done anything. Sometimes I’m afraid that I might not be, well, sophisticated or interesting enough for you. That I might never be someone you’d want to show off in public.”

“Listen to me, Julia. You are more than enough for anyone. Definitely for me. But if people find out about us, I’m not worried about myself. An older actor dating a younger woman? That’s not a scandal, that’s a cliché. But you… I really don’t want you facing the kind of judgment this would get you.”

“Wait, you’re saying you’re concerned about my reputation?”

“In a way. I don’t care what people say about me any more. I’ve been in this industry long enough to develop a thick skin. But you deserve so much better. And while it isn’t fair, the world is much more likely to judge you, and that’s the last thing I want.”

I cupped his face in my hands.

“Paul, I don’t care. What could they possibly say?”

He looked away, a hint of bitterness in his voice.

“Oh, you have no idea. They’ll say that you callously seduced me to further your own career or that you’re too dumb to be anything more than arm candy. Probably somehow both. They’ll accuse you of being a gold-digger. Men will hate you because they can’t have you, women will hate you because they can’t be you. People will be cruel and unforgiving and pick apart everything you are. They will criticise your work, your looks, the way you walk and talk. And it never ends. The peak of my fame was almost a decade ago, but they’re still following me into airports and asking about my love life.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. Paul looked at me earnestly.

“Julia, I believe in you. Your work is great, especially your own designs, and I’ve seen a lot of costumes. I want you to be famous for being incredibly talented, not just for being Paul Romeo’s girlfriend.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, so I am your girlfriend, then?”

He laughed.

“That’s your takeaway from this conversation? Of course you are, what do you think we’ve been doing for the last few months?”

“Well, what do I know, I’m just the dumb arm candy of Paul Romeo. I should probably be pestering you to buy me a sports car made of diamonds or a platinum ladder so I can social-climb in style.”

Paul chuckled.

“That sounds impractical. And you’re definitely not dumb, but you’re pretty terrible at being a gold-digger. All joking aside, I don’t like keeping you a secret either, but I know the dark side of fame, how toxic it can be. It can really poison a relationship. I’ve seen it happen to friends and colleagues over and over again, and I just want to protect you from that. Protect us.”

I respected Paul for his noble intentions, for looking out for me. Still, a part of me, that stubborn – and probably naive – part, wanted to stand tall and shout it from the rooftops, consequences be damned.

But I also knew that he was right.

Those consequences would hurt me way more than they would hurt him.

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[twomiddlefingersforthehaters]

The way pronouns work in Japanese is culturally and linguistically different from how they work in English. This is quite different from how "you" works in English. "You" in Japanese is more associated with a person, and anything related to or speaking to a person in Japanese carries ranking, status, respect, and Pollitnes. The way people talk in anime/manga is completely different from the way people talk in real life.

Japanese people frequently drops pronouns. Instead of saying "you" to call a person you are speaking in Japanese, speakers usually use the person's name with an honorific like さん = San or their title. Because some Japanese people feel uncomfortable. But it depends on one's personality. Japanese people don’t usually call someone with chan or kun/ nickname or yobisute when they meet them for the first name. And you can always ask people how they want you to address them casually. If you don’t know the name, just skip the subject.

Eg:

1. 「あんたの名前は?」 = anata no namae wa? = What is your name?

「お名前は?」 = onamae wa? = What is your name?

2. 「お仕事は何をされているのですか?」 = oshigoto wa nani o sareteiru nodesu ka? = What do you do?

「お仕事は?」 = o shigoto wa? = What do you do?

3. 「あなたはどこに住んでいますか?」 = anata wa doko ni sundeimasu ka? = Where do you live?

「どこに住んでいますか?」 = doko ni sundeimasu ka? = Where do you live?

In manga, it sounds a bit stiff to use character names all the time, so pronouns are used instead.

Omae お前 : you (rough)

Japanese has many second person pronoun and Omae is one of them. It is super rude if you use it with strangers. This word normally guys would use. It is okay to use when you're talking to your close friends. But if you use this word to a stranger or old people they would think you want to have a fight. And it is often used in a derogatory way or when you fight. So, guys normally should call each other omae if they're close friends. And also, occasionally it is used in a friendly manner. As blunt as it may seem,but there are affectionate husbands or boyfriends who call their wife/girlfriend お前. And also there are parents who address their children お前.

Teme てめえ: You (rude)

Another word for 'you' (the person before me) which is rude is "Teme". It is also a second person pronoun and it is pretty insulting. It's generally only used when angry. It would use to call someone teme to start a fight.This word is used by rough people basically.

The word omae & Teme are still use in real life by some people.

Anata あなた : You

(It's also spelled アナタ with katakana)

Anata is supposed to be a polite second person pronoun but in Japanese anata hardly uses in conversation. Anata is more polite than "kimi" Or "Omae". Anata is fine if you are talking to general unspecific "You", like talking to a group of people and not taking to a specific person. Even though some people use it sometimes but it may sound kind of aggressive if you say. If you say "anata" they would think you are looking down on them or would think you looks like bossy. Also, if the person is superior to you, you can call them by their titles. Using "anata" to address someone who is older or of higher status can be seen as disrespectful. Some older people might call you "anata" and some old people wouldn't. Even with someone the same age, using あなた would feel a bit awkward. And "anata" also sounds like you're better than others.

Among married or dating couples, there is no effect of age/rank factors because they are equal. Generally, wives call their husbands "Anata" or husbands first name with "-san". Technically あなた is a gender free word so both husband and wife can use. And it is not just for a married couple. And also never use "Anata" with clients, business partners or even work colleagues and also don't use "Anata" for someone superior like your teachers, friends, parents, etc.

Anta あんた : you

(It's also spelled アンタ with katakana)

あんた is for both men and women. It is fairly casual and it could sound pretty rude to many situations so be careful when to use. Anta is a short version or contracted version of anata. It is a rude or less informal way of saying "you". When you use あんた in quarrels, it has insulting or aggressive tone. Japanese people often use it with really close friends because they know it's not used in a seriously rude context and same as あんた uses when an elderly person is talking to a familiar person. So あんた also uses to express familiarity.

Kimi 君(きみ) : You

Using "Kimi" in real life is rude. If you call them "kimi", they would get annoyed. It depends on the person. It is mostly used by men. If it is used in song or poetry it sounds romantic or cute but in real life it sounds weird. Kimi is commonly used in Japan's vertical, hierarchical society, where elders speak to young people and children, seniors speak to their juniors, teachers speak to their students and parents addressing their children etc. Some men call women with their family name + 君(kun) . Somtimes bosses use "kimi" when talking to their employees or family name with "-kun" to male employees. Though it can be insulting if "Kimi" used to address elders. Therefore, Kimi is used to refer to people who are probably inferior to you, such as people of a lower grade than you or of a lower age than you. So calling someone with 君 (kimi) might sounds snobbish and you may have to be careful when you use it. And also kimi uses the same kanji as "kun" which place after a person's name. You don’t usually call your female friend with an honorific, kun. Calling a female friend with "kimi" not necessary gives closeness. It may give someone the impression that you are looking down on that person, so be careful. If someone you know calls you with your first name and drops -kun and -san because they feels close to you. Using san is too formal between friends.There are husbands who refer to their wife as きみ.

[secretsandpurplethoughtss]

Candy's / Ysaline's Backstory

I decided to write a story based on what we already know about our Candy in MCL New Gen. I obviously took some creative liberties and I am imaginaing this to be my Candy's story, but I hope you guys like it. As the game goes on I might turn this into a full on fanfic! :)

Enjoy:

I studied journalism at university, because writing is truly my passion and I’ve always wanted to become a writer, a journalist. Following said dream, I moved to Spokane after graduation to work at my dream company as a “Staff Writer and Analytical Assistant”. EPMC had its headquarters in Los Angeles, but they were a huge company and so they had a couple of offices around the U.S. I always thought that EPMC seemed fun and lively, but I realized on my first day already that it was all just an appearance to please the readers, the content consumers, its customers. The company was cold, and it was extremely competitive – something I wouldn’t necessarily mind normally, but I was raised to believe that competitions should be fair and honest. At EPMC, backstabbing and sabotage was not just allowed but encouraged.

The only person I trusted at the company was my boss. It felt like we pretty much had the same values and he always voiced to me how “he hated the atmosphere in the office” and how “barbaric these competitions were”. Because I felt lonely and most of my days were filled with fights with colleagues I couldn’t stand, I was a more than frequent visitor in my boss’ office. We’ve became friends and soon… more. I should have known that dating my boss would bite me in the ass, but he seemed like such a great guy, and I was so lonely and desperate for kindness and companionship. Not to mention that I upkept the “happy façade” to my friends and family, because I didn’t want them to worry about me. My boss, my boyfriend was the only person I could confide in. My colleagues soon caught onto the fact that we were dating, but I didn’t really care about them gossiping about me. Even before my boss and I got together they would gossip and try to make me feel bad just for existing in the same space as them, so… it didn’t really matter. I was happy with him; at the time he might have been my only source of happiness.

That and my weekends where I ventured out into the city to explore it – museums, coffee shops, hikes. I liked the city: Spokane was breathtaking.

Things started to go even more downhill one day however, when I was in the office of my boyfriend waiting for him to return from a meeting. We were scheduled to discuss the analytics of the EPMC website, but his meeting was running late. He left his phone on his desk, and it kept buzzing, buzzing, and buzzing. It was unusual for him to forget about his phone and although he did get a lot of texts – the company didn’t provide us with separate work phones, so his phone was always going off, my mind went to darker places. What if his phone wasn’t buzzing itself practically off the table because a lot of people emailed him, but because there was an emergency? What if something happened with his family?

I was an overthinker and so my panicked thoughts led me to picking up his phone. I couldn’t see the texts he was receiving since they only showed themselves through face ID, but I could see the name of the person who sent them – “my love”.

My heart skipped several beats, before I put the phone back on the table. Could “my love” be anyone else besides a lover? No… he was cheating on me.

Soon, after I came to the shocking realization that he was unfaithful, he came back to his office, and he acted like everything was normal. Like he wasn’t a cheater. He gave me a kiss on my cheek and started apologizing for being late, cracking jokes and laughing at them.

I knew I needed to confront him, but I questioned myself – what if I was somehow wrong? What if he wasn’t cheating? I went on, telling him about the analytics and at the end of my presentation he commented on my “strange behavior”. I just lied about having a headache and left his office shortly after. At my cubicle I was bombarded with mean comments by my colleagues (as always), telling me how “I was sleeping my way to the top”. Usually, I didn’t give any attention to these comments, but that day I did. And then someone called me “a dirty mistress”.

“I’m a mistress?”, I asked the colleague that called me that word with genuine confusion. “Why would I be a mistress?”

“Are you really that stupid?”, he lifted an eyebrow.

I truly didn’t know what he was getting at.

“Wait, NO! DON’T TELL ME! HAHAHAHA!”, he started laughing and kept calling attention to himself. “She doesn’t know guys! She really doesn’t know!”

Other people caught on and started laughing with him and kept giving me certain looks. Their behavior always reminded me of high school or those nightmares where I was naked and people pointed at me, all while also ridiculing me.

“What are you talking about?” Anger was boiling inside me, but I knew that giving them what they wanted, an angry reaction, wouldn’t benefit me at all. Plus, then they’d win.

“He is married! You’re his mistress, his side peace. He doesn’t wear his ring at work but come on! Did you really not know?”, the guy finally explained with tears in his eyes from laughter.  

My entire world shattered in that moment. They were liars, they were jealous, they were competitive assholes, but I knew they were telling the truth just for once. It would explain why I never stayed at my boyfriend’s place after all these months (he said that they were doing construction at his place and that he was currently staying at some hotel), why he had someone in his phone under the name of “my love” and why I barely met anyone from his private life. He wasn’t really unfaithful to me; he was truly unfaithful to his wife. I was the other woman, not the woman in his phone named “my love”.

All the frustration inside me just broke loose – I hated my job; I hated my colleagues, and I hated my boyfriend for being a lying, cheating bastard. I got up from my desk and marched straight into his office, determined to break up with him, to let everything out. He was on the phone, but when our eyes met, he quickly ended the conversation. I closed the door behind me – quiet forcefully – and started chewing him out.

Normally, I wouldn’t let myself get so off the rails, as I always tried to rail in my negative emotions, to have some kind of control over myself, but I’ve been through hell ever since I walked inside EPMC building on my first day of work. He was the only one I trusted, the only one who made me happy in Spokane and he wasn’t even the person I thought he was. I quit right then and there and packed up my desk on the same day. I threw every gift, every memory of him and I in the trash, when I got home and called my mother, telling her, crying to her about the whole thing.

“Come home, baby. Just come home! We’ll work this out, I promise!”

So, I did. After that phone call, I put on some music and packed all my things. I started to re-assemble all my furniture, despite my inability to be handy. I blocked all my previous colleagues’ and my ex’s phone number, and I booked a ticket to Seattle for the next day. I was exhausted and I was in pain – all I needed was my mom and my sometimes-annoying little sister.

Seven hours later, my apartment looked just like the way it did when I moved in almost a year ago. My entire life was in boxes and in a couple of hours, movers would come around to get all my things. Almost all my furniture would go to a storage unit, and I’ll sell them on Facebook Marketplace as cheap and as soon as possible – I didn’t want to own the things he touched, where memories with him and his bittersweet-lies would always hunt me.

This new chapter of my life closed too soon. Not even an entire year did I live in this apartment, in Spokane and worked at EPMC. This was not at all how I imagined it to go: I was mentally drained and heartbroken. My dreams shattered and now I was left with anger and embarrassment. Despite all of this I tried my best to look at the bright side of things. I missed mom, I missed Tasha, Taki and I missed Seattle, so going home would be good. I would start therapy again – My God, I so was desperate to message my therapist this entire time, but because I moved and felt confident in myself, I broke it off with her before I moved to Spokane.  So maybe, when I focused on all these things this will be good – I’d find a good place to work, would spend some desperately needed time with my family (maybe even dad).

A new start. A fresh start. Truly, what are your twenties for if not that, right?

With a sad and somewhat forced smile on my face I closed the door of my apartment one last time.

I would focus on the positive from now on. It’ll all be okay… this is just a new chapter in my life.

I will welcome it with open arms.

[moonstruckloverwritings]

Yandere! Steve Rogers x Reader (general Headcanons)

Steve’s song about/to reader:

Completely obsessive, incredibly possessive, and sooo clingy.

So, first off, I think he would be a very black and white yandere.

What I mean by that is, he could either be your most beautiful daydream or your most terrifying nightmare. It really all depends on how much you behave.

I think at first he would try to date you normally but would also rush it or go overboard before you guys have gotten to a level that certain gestures are normal. Like getting you clothes, engraved jewelry, and like a build-a-bear at the first date level when those gifts would be seen as overbearing. Or downright creepy.

This might push you away on its own. And 100% would if you didn’t like him that way to begin with.

But if you did accept it and liked him back, you’re just digging your own metaphoric grave I’m gonna be honest. You give him an inch, he’ll take a mile. He would be completely comfortable with being married and in the process of having kids by the end of the year. The sooner the better in his eyes.

If you tried to let him down easy as in, you didn’t completely cut contact off, maybe stayed friends or colleagues, he would argue about it. “Why am I not enough? I’d do anything for you!” “What more could I do? I’ll do it!” He would get aggravated and try to convince you to change your mind. Wether nicely or.. loudly.

If you completely ditched out on him and tried to hide from or avoid him and his texts, he would find you. That’s it. That’s just how it would be. He would find you and you would learn to love him. He would kidnap you and have strict rules on what you could and couldn’t do.

He would spoil you while you were good but if you had been bad and broken rules, he would severely punish you. This is the first yandere I’ve written about that would actually put their hands on you in anger in some way. I could see him spanking you or if you kept pushing and made him mad enough, he might slap you out of anger. Slapping you would make him instantly feel guilt and regret and would be the only way he might regret his actions. Spanking though, doesn’t effect him emotionally because he would be one of those people that don’t see them as the same thing even though the only difference is location. And with him being a super soldier and having super strength.. it would hurt so much more.

Other punishments would be things more like stern or angry lectures, confinement until submission, and confiscating things you enjoy.

His rules are pretty strict as well. He would expect you to fall in line of the traditional “house wife”. You cook his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You clean the house. You pamper and fawn over him and his needs. And you will not complain, argue back at him, or fight against him in any scenario. If you do, you will immediately be punished. The severity of the broken rule will have a matching punishment of the same severity.

If you can expect anything out of him, expect him to be fair. If you brake a rule the punishment is matching in severity, if you’re the house wife then he will provide everything you want and need. He won’t punish you without cause. Etc.

He will pay for everything. Just ask and you’ll get it.

I may have painted him more as a dictator and that is accurate for one side of him as a yandere but he also has another softer side.

He is very clingy and very affectionate. He does love you in his own.. twisted way. Cuddling and kisses are very frequent in this relationship. He would love doing silly things that he missed out on too. Board games, fun karaoke, etc. he would love just spending time with you in general. Being around you and with you in anyway is his bliss. If you’re less lively and have more of a calmer personality, he’d love to read your favorite books to you. Or poetry if you like that. Hot cocoa, in front of the fire place with him rubbing your feet and you reading a good book while it snows outside. He is very attentive and loving if you let him show it.

He would be completely obsessed with you in ways like this. Always thinking of you when he’s away. Always worrying over you. Always touching you in some way like holding hands or his arm around you holding you close. When cuddling he is very much the type to nuzzle against your shoulder and just breathing you in. He lives to indulge in you. This is also why I picked the song I added to the post. He is absolutely obsessed with you.

“Just let me love you, darling.”

Authors note:

There’s many ways I could see a yandere Steve Rogers going so if anyone has any requests on scenarios, lmk!

[kickthecan-revolution]

This was sunrise driving into the event yesterday morning, I can’t choose which one I like the most so you get them all.

I didn’t have to work the event this morning and woke up at 9:30, so late for me. I had these vivid dreams of a strange cat on my bed - it turned out it was just Buddy who likes to sleep in the second bedroom at night. It’s freezing here so I have an electric blanket on my bed which I keep on low because it can be dangerous to cats if it’s any higher - suddenly my bed is the favorite place to be which I don’t mind at all. I like snuggly cats even if I have to bribe them with an electric blanket

I was so tired last night, I went upstairs and accidentally kept my loaner car running. LOL. It’s not the first time I’ve done that - I’m not a fan of super fancy cars and this one is just complicated to work. Someone had noticed it overnight and sent an email to the building . I ran down like a bat out of hell and either someone had turned it off or it turned off by itself, no idea. It still turned on though, how I have not destroyed this car is a miracle.

There are all of these big-time executives who stop by this event to either speak to the participants or just check it out to see how it’s going. I’m somebody who interacts with them pretty frequently, and it’s creating an impression in their minds that I’m the one who’s running it but it’s my colleague who works remotely along with her team who are actually doing it. It makes me so uncomfortable that they think I’m in charge, I am constantly clarifying it, but it’s a little awkward because they don’t know her or her team well. I shouldn’t get the credit for this unbelievably complicated intense experience with hundreds of people every single day for 16 days straight executed by just under 15 people. And I won’t, I will make sure of that.

This week, my sister‘s ex partner ripped up the flooring in my Alki unit. The damage is pretty significant. There is some mold, we don’t know how much but big sections of the floor were saturated and there are thousands of ants . If I hadn’t done this now, it’s possible the mold would’ve spread everywhere and it might not have been recoverable. My sister is going to go look at flooring today - I think I’m going to just fly up next Saturday and choose some flooring with her so the contractor can pop it in as soon as he can. He’s got big humidifiers in the space right now and it’s a pretty small space, so I think everything is going to be OK.

I’m oddly peaceful about this whole thing, maybe because I’ve been saving to pay the house off, so I’m not completely freaked out about the money and I am kind of interested in doing some additional renovations if I can afford it so maybe this is all just part of that plan. There’s nothing I can do about it, so why freak out? I can always keep working past October, that’s a date I’ve only given myself, and if I need to work for another 3 to 6 months, I can do that. Who knows what the world is going to be like in the next year with the election and so much more, feels like a very uncertain time to leave a pretty great job, so we’ll see.

The woman who runs the feral rescue that helped me with Peach is at an adoption event by herself about 30 minutes away, and she asked for my help, but I thought I’d be working the event. So now that I’m not, I’m going to go surprise her. I’m cuddled in bed under my electric blanket and I don’t want to but she helped me so much, I owe her big-time.

[zedechemist]

— IN A WORLD WHERE...

'Zed never had his high-school chemistry accident.'

...THE ALTERNATIVE SEPTEMBER 12TH, 1994.

— Zed never attended the chemistry class where the accident that nearly cost him his arm occurred. He never took an interest in chemistry, or acids, nor pharmaceuticals. He does not have a disfigured, or burn scar across his forearm and lower hand. — Instead, he was off sick with a common cold. his Uncle Joseph had come over to talk business with his side of the family. Zed had listened in; learning; questioning his potential position in the family — subsequently following in similar footsteps as the rest of the Movska brood. — But he wasn't quite Fox News material. Instead, he pursued editing; easily accessible for an underachiever with the connections his family does.

— THE RIPPLE EFFECT...

— '94-1995; Zed finished his high school diploma, deciding to take a late interest in the media world his family seemed to thrive in. — 1997; By not attending further education; no college; no pharmaceutical degree; no Ph.D. Zed was not in the same scientific circles. He did not attend physics, or chemistry conventions. Therefore, he did not meet Rahi Kumar who would have been his best friend throughout his life, and career. — Late 1997; He and his cousin Lev's difficult and sometimes unhinged relationship became easier; Zed was not an overachieving intellect. He was another Movska in media chasing some sort of prestige. — 1998; Somehow ends up childminding his five year old cousin Diana Movska more frequently as his family's work progresses. He works out empathy among his family — and briefly considers his own future with a family of his own. — 2000; There is a 0.6% increase in the fatality rate within Affina Biotechnologies in a two year period; totalling 60 more deaths due to an inexperienced chemist taking a position. [ a contract Zed would have taken. ] — 2001; Zed attempts to cover the story everyone else is. — 2002; he interviews for WNBC, dabbling in radio before he lands a position in the New York Post, opting towards print media. He gets his own intern. — The rest of 2002; The intern is the worst. Lev and Zed make continuous jokes about his inevitable departure. — 2003-'06; He balances a life between New York and Russia whilst he scarcely misses out on a promotion due to the mysterious disappearance of his intern. He refuses to hire another. — 2008; Zed [And Lev] purchases a chinatown apartment. — 2009; He moves into an executive chair. — 2010; Zed does not meet what would be his colleagues, and residents at consultant hospitals, or Columbia university. There is no Kamilah Marques or Gus Amado in his professional life. — 2011; There is an underground scuffle between druglords that Zed is never present for. Instead of diffusing the majority of it, there is bloodshed. Four people are fatally wounded, and six injured. He never encounters Oz Saffet. Cops are called to a scene. They attempt to find medical attention that before Zed would have assisted with. Three are arrested and charged. One passes. The rest survive and go into hiding. The New York Times beat the Post to the scoop. — 2014; He stays in New York for the entire year. — Early 2015; he briefly dates the NYP's CFO. It ends pretty amicably. — 2015; Zed becomes COO, and is content with the position. — 2017; There is a decrease in toxicity in American Regent's latest quick-fix for migraine treatment by 0.2%, nearly two dozen benefit from the new chemistry. [Zed never altered it for a '17 hire job. ] — 2020-'23; He remains COO of the NYP.

— THE RESULT

— Anyone who knew Zed through scientific, medical or pharmaceutical means very likely will not know him now. His morbidity was more than skin deep, but he did not have such a vicious means of dispatch at his disposal, instead opting for media reckoning and political damning. — He will be more light-hearted — mostly — and far more approachable as a media mogul. There is almost a 0% risk of him threatening to end one via chemical warfare. He is not nearly as intelligent; he is not a professor, or doctor in the AU. — He will now edit your pieces to death if you hand him any documentation. — More familial orientated — if that were possible, considers himself fairly close with them. — May even make a joke, and laugh.

[latentillusion]

happy oc-tober!

i'm not an artist, so please accept this neka of my oc and ginoza. 🥹 i'm starting off with ⭐️ backstory week ⭐️ (just keep in mind i'm still developing this gal. 😭)

5: RELATIONSHIPS (who is important to your OC? do they have a partner? do they have a best friend? are they close to their family?)

her partner is our lovely, occasionally prickly but always caring, ginoza! for now, i think she and gino already liked each other for a long time, but (probably) didn't get together until after his demotion. they've always cared a lot about each other, even when dating wasn't an option.

she's really close to her brother. she looked up to kogami a lot when they were younger and she misses hanging out with him now. (she sees him much less frequently!) for a long time, her brother was the most important person to her and because she knew how seriously he took his work, she was willing to abandon her career to help him after his demotion.

she still keeps in touch with her celebrity colleagues! they like to check in on her. rather than a best friend, she has a core group of friends with them.

6: SYMBOL (what imagery do you associate with your oc? are there any colours, flowers, animals or concepts that symbolize them?)

ooooo, i'm not sure! she loves glamorous things, so maybe a beautiful pair of heels. her favorite color is purple! 💜

7: PERSONALITY (how does your OC behave? what are their positive traits? what are their negative traits? are they extroverted or introverted?)

she looks like a cool beauty to strangers, but she's actually quite exuberant. she loves laughing! she loves teasing people. she's also pretty level-headed.

buuuut sometimes she acts spoiled and impatient. and more than once, she's had to grit her teeth and flash a fake smile when she's obviously annoyed. idk, i think a lot of traits are both negative and positive. she's sometimes naive, sometimes stubborn.

she cares a lot about people. she hates it when people abuse their power, she hates bullies, and she's not afraid to show those people their place. i'd say she's naturally charming (which she partially owes to her pretty face, for sure), so she's the type to gracefully diss a person and leave them dazed. 🤣 when she's with gino, though, she sticks to him like a koala. she LOVES being extra affectionate with him. she's also a master at using puppy dog eyes (🥺) to get what she wants (e.g. cuddles)

8: PAST (what was your OC like as a child? where did they grow up? are there any significant moments from their past that shaped who they are?)

she loved attention and using her imagination, so imagine one-girl plays that she subjected her family to sit through. she also preferred playing calmly indoors (like drawing), but would be dragged out to play by her brother.

9: FUTURE (does your OC have a goal they're working towards? what will your OC look like when they get older? do you have a planned ending for their story?)

this, i haven't fully hashed out yet! i think by the time she steps down as an inspector, she's built enough clout to be invited as an occasional consultant on cases. even though it's been years, she also still has a good public image so she wants to leverage that somehow. i think as long as she's still helping people, she'll be happy.

every now and then, she thinks about acting though, but mostly as a fond memory. those days are long gone.

[xamaxenta]

Marcoace modern au where Marco’s new in town and desperately needed a date for his new job’s new year gala/party or whatever and its mandatory he attends with a date/partner/spouse

So against his better judgement he follows Thatch’s advice to stand on the side of the road with a sign stating his name, his job and that he needs a date ASAP, please call x number

And it’s pretty mortifying, just standing there, with Thatch (who did show up as moral support) trying to wingman various people into going with him but to no avail

Until a young man approaches and asks if he’s serious and Marco sighs like unfortunately. Yes.

Ace shifts on his feet and thinks about how this year his holidays are going to be quieter seeing as Luffy’s staying in his uni dorms for the winter holidays instead of coming home and Sabo has to visit his family due to legal shit this year bc sorting inheritance and he’s feeling petty

So he asks what’s the dress code ? And Marco shrugs like formal? Theme is winter colours I suppose and Ace thinks it over a little long and then pulls out his phone to save Marco’s number

Thatch is beside himself lurking behind Marco like 👀, Marco kicks him in the shins surreptitiously

Glad that he’s sorted out the date issue, Marco and Ace end up texting frequently, and its super cute, Ace currently works as a freelance accountant whilst enrolling in online classes to get a teaching degree (kindergarten teacher Ace strikes again hehe), he likes cats, spicy food, documentaries and going on long hikes

Marco didn’t expect to catch feelings this fast, especially considering they’ve only met once in person and texted there after. He’s a little nervous as the gala date grows closers and asks Ace if he still wants to go and Ace sends him a voice message, the first one ever where he jokingly reprimands Marco like hey! No take backsies, you asked for this I’ promised you and besides I’m down for free fancy hors d’oeuvres lol

So they set a time to meet up so they can go together, Ace doesn’t have a car, a motorcycle yes but Marco isn’t keen on arriving cold and windswept so he offers to drive seeing as alcohol isn’t really his thing

And when he arrives to pick Ace up, he hadn’t been expecting much, considering he’s really just wearing a nice suit himself but Ace waits for him in a very daring white ensemble, perfectly tailored to fit and contrasts with his hair prettily, bc supermodel Ace is always necessary for modern aus too thanks ❤️

Speechless, Marco just looks him over and Ace smiles and tells him this is the only good suit he actually owns, (Sabos tailor is goated in this au, Sabo also forced Ace to get one good suit bc its for life bro) Ace shyly asks is it alright and Marco kinda struggles to say much bc ha pretty man

But he reassures him of course, if anything he feels underdressed now and then flusters when Ace flickers his eyes up and down his body, clearly, obviously checking him out

And the entire social event with Ace turns out to be so much better than he expected, dare he say fun, Ace being more extroverted than him talks for the both of them, happily chats and sustains conversations with Marco’s colleagues and their wives or husbands etc, they even win something together during the bingo hour and when the dance floor opens up, Marco, notoriously known within his own family for having two left feet allows Ace to drag him out, unable to resist his smile and lets him lead them around the dancefloor to dated festive music and it must be the wine Marco said he wouldnt have (but he did, its fine hes still sober) but as the night wears on, Ace becomes beautifully disheveled, in the sense that he’s slightly flushed from the champagne, his hair that was initially styled now mussed from how hes run his hands through his hair

It only feels natural to kiss him beneath faux crystal and snow

[lollytruecrimeworld]

Missing too long — a life of drugs & exploitation

Missing Carmel Fenech

Carmel grew up in North Peckham, a rough area of London, England.

Her father left home when she was just a small child less than 2 years old and she grew up with her mother as head of the household.

When Carmel was 14 years old she met a 40-year-old Jamaican man who introduced her to crack cocaine. She believed this man was her boyfriend and that he loved her. Sadly this was far from the truth, in fact, he exploited her along with several other vulnerable underage girls.

As a result of her involvement with class-A drugs, Carmel began to wander off from home spending nights and days in drug dens or with undesirable people. When she did return home to see her family and to wash the man would wait in his car mostly out of sight around the corner somewhere.

Carmel’s family begged her not to go with him but she really had become transfixed with him and just ignored her family, repeatedly leaving with him as if he were her boyfriend.

Malcolm was of course questioned by police at the time of Carmel’s disappearance but was not charged with anything, he denied any relationship at all

You can read about him in more recent years by clicking the link HERE this will demonstrate just what kind of nasty person he is.

Eventually, in desperation, Carmel’s mother Elaine made a difficult decision to move the entire family away from their relatives and friends in order to try to help Carmel get away from drugs and the gangs in which she had become embroiled. They made the move to Broadfield, Crawley, West Sussex just a year before Carmel disappeared.

Sadly the teenage addict still returned regularly to Peckham, Brixton, Luton, Watford, Croydon and Crawley.

There seems to be some discrepancy about the date that Carmel disappeared, the dates 1st May 1998 and 21st May 1998 but it seems pretty certain that the 16-year-old was last seen at Camberwell Green Magistrates Court on May 21st 1998.

Most media stories seem to indicate that she was in the company of a male when she left the court, but one of my colleagues says that in a recent conversation with Carmel’s mother, Elaine he was told that Carmel was alone and the male some reported seeing was a court officer releasing her from the court. This could be a very important point and one that I would like to have confirmation on, if anyone can clarify this please do let me know.

One point that has been made on forums is that it was a month after Carmel was last seen before she was reported missing. I do understand that Carmel’s mother had become used to her daughter going off for periods of time and she states this was the reason that she waited a while but having done what she did many times and trawled the streets looking for her daughter, Elaine eventually contacted the police and formerly reported Carmel missing.

Carmel had a lot of friends and was well-known in both Brixton and Peckham. Her friends were made up of a variety of drug users and non-users, but it seems the majority that she regularly associated with were addicts.

Carmel was mixed race, half Maltese and a very beautiful girl and is described as having a beautiful smile. She apparently spent a lot of time in the Turkish community on Meeting House Lane, especially the cafe.

It has been suggested that Carmel may well have been murdered but I am not so sure, I feel there is a lot to indicate that she may well be alive too. I have a feeling that she may well have been taken out of the area and made to work in the world of drugs and/or prostitution and has become wrapped in a new and probably dangerous life.

From some recent research, I have discovered that Carmel was known to frequent a flat in Loampit Lane, Lewisham and I would like to know more about this as it doesn’t seem that police have followed this up. In fact, the whole thing in respect of the police investigation is of concern. It seems that despite Carmel last being seen at Camberwell Green in southeast London it seems that a great deal of the investigation surrounding the disappearance has been investigated by Sussex Police.

I really do feel that the people that Carmel’s mum rightly believed were the people that the police needed to approach, there could well have been others who no one has ever spoken with that may hold a lot of answers in the case. I will say that if there does happen to be anyone reading this then please come forward and share anything that you have to tell.

Loyalties change, and time moves on, if you were scared or worried about telling the police something 25 years ago it doesn't mean you have to stay silent now. I know that Carmel’s mother has said that she feels her life has been ‘on hold’ ever since so, it is NOT too late, if you know something speak up and let's find out what happened to Carmel.

It is noteworthy here that Carmel had evident scars on her face, in particular the one on her forehead and although they may have faded they almost certainly will not have disappeared.

There have been quite recent reports of potential sightings of a homeless woman of a very similar appearance to Carmel in the above pictures, but the police do not seem to have followed up reports. The main sightings seem to be around London railway stations, particularly the smaller outskirts ones and some on the line between Brighton Sussex which runs through London and terminates in the town of Bedford, East Anglia. This is the Thameslink line I believe so do keep your eyes open.

I will leave this one there and hopefully be able to bring you updates as we investigate further. There are a small Facebook Page and group that have recently been set up if you’d like to speak to one of the people that run it, they are very keen to help to find out what happened to Carmel. Just click on the links above to visit them.

I will be back with another case very soon, this is one that I am very passionate about and keen to see solved, so you will be hearing more from me soon.

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[gaypeople4itzy]

Business partner

with Loona's vivi (Kahei)

Wordcount : 1,5k

Warnings : kissing, slight touch (no explicit content, only fluff <3)

Another one of my favorites muhaha !!

Since you were a little kid, you had always valued the importance of family, especially when it came to spending some quality time with them. For as long as you could remember, you were always out there, bringing your parents on dates and accompanying them to different events they had for work

Which is why exactly you were here at that moment, sat down next to your father, attending an important business conference. You were used to doing that, sometimes catching yourself get interested in the boring monologue of the people that were presenting. You usually spent your time laughing with your dad’s colleagues, who knew you very well as they had been seeing you frequently for years. They were almost like a second family, and considered you like one of them, like you were too, a worker by your father’s side

Time passed by and finally, people were allowed to leave the room. “Thank god” you told yourself, it wasn’t even that uninteresting, you were just too excited for what was coming next: you and your father were invited to a dinner in a fancy restaurant, as well as a few other business partners and their respective relatives

You didn’t know exactly where you were heading as you entered the taxi that had been ordered for you and your dad, but you had heard many compliments about the place you were going to spend the evening at. It was known for its great service, as well as its space. Furthermore, you knew in advance that there was a room reserved for you and the few people that were coming, meaning that you wouldn’t be bothered by others or disturbed by loud noises

You got yourself quickly there. Thanking the driver, you walked towards the inside of the building, your dad following your steps as he had just given the man the money he owned. It was a vast place, cozy but as it was described to you, very wide in terms of space

It didn’t take long before a waiter came to you guys, asking you what could be done for you. As the reservation was being checked, you looked around you, seeing who would be eating at the same table as yours

Leading the way, the server headed upstairs, followed by a dozen of people which included you and your father

The room you had been assigned was beautiful, you didn’t even have the words to describe it. You felt extremely lucky to get to eat in such a place, forever grateful for the close relationship you shared with your family

Seating next to your dad, you watched other people taking their seats. One of the colleagues you knew best, almost like he was your father’s brother, sat in front of you as the others took place around the table. After everyone was sat down, you noticed that there were two empty seats

Of course, as curious as you had always been, you asked the people around if they knew who was going to sit there, or if it was just a mistake

“Ahh yes! It’s one of our new men, him and his child are supposed to join us later. He told me he had a deal to conclude before coming, but I think he just doesn’t want to be around us” your almost uncle winked meanwhile the others laughed

You didn’t even have the time to question it as the main door of the room opened. A tall man and a beautiful girl walked in, greeting each one of you as they sat down; the father next to one of the workers, and who seemed like the daughter, next to you

You couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as she gave you a warm smile. She was significantly pretty, and god, you were praying that this new business partner would stay along for a long while, at least, if it meant meeting his daughter more often

“I’d like for you all to welcome my daughter, Kahei, who will be joining us for today” the new man said

“She’s the only other young one with L/N” one of the colleagues replied, as you and Kahei looked at each other, grinning

“It’s an honour to meet you all” she then said, looking at the others

As the men started to talk about politics, she turned to you. You couldn’t explain why exactly, but there was something suspicious about the way she was eying you, almost like there was something forbidden going on in her mind

Leaning in towards you, she came close to your ear

“You’re quite beautiful miss L/n”

You blushed at her words, which made her smile widen a little

You thanked her as you returned the compliment, trying to keep your composure. Just why was this girl having such an effect on you? 

The waiter then came to take your orders. As you knew your dad was the one paying for you, you chose something that wasn’t too overly expensive. Although your were perfectly fine with the dish you had picked, Kahei spoke

“Add this for L/n, I’ll pay myself” she pointed at that delicious looking meal she had seen you look at earlier. It costed way more than you’d ever let someone pay for

“Oh no it’s fine! You don’t have to” you replied, but she was quick to interrupt you with a finger on your lips

“Oh it’s my pleasure darling, just let me do” she declared, and well, you weren’t going to refuse such an offer!

Time passed by as little talk was made between you and Kahei, as well as the other people present around the table. The conversation just then, was about politics and upcoming elections that were right around the corner. As you were speaking your mind, getting the men to agree with you, you felt something on your thigh 

Trying to ignore it, you finished your point, and your father began speaking, as you looked down on your legs. Kahei had her hand wander there, looking at you to get your approval. As you nodded discreetly, she let her warm hand rest there. Sometimes, she’d remove it, only to put it back later. And quite honestly, you weren’t going to complain as you felt a little more comfortable than you did earlier

Food came in no time and you were amazed with the amount of plates you had in front of you. Forever grateful to miss Kahei, you decided to thank her once more, which she responded to by that shy grin that made her so, desirable 

As the conversation changed to a topic you didn’t bother remembering, you started feeling a little bored. The plates were empty and so was your mind. Your eyes wandered around, looking at Kahei who seemed to be sharing the same feeling as you. You were quickly caught staring by her, which resulted in her looking at you back, deeply in the eyes

Maybe it was what you had drank or maybe it was because of her intoxicating perfume, but when she asked you in a low voice if you wanted to get out, you immediately accepted. Excusing yourselves saying you had to deal with a little problem, you got out of the room

You had always loved these meetings, but there was something much more exciting than sitting at a table waiting for you

Kahei lead you to a smaller room, that seemed to have much more intimacy than the previous one you guys stayed in. Your heartbeat increased as you sat down next to her, waiting for her to say something

“You’re so pretty” she suddenly said, kissing your forehead

“You’re the prettiest” you replied, kissing her hands

“You’re so adorable, makes me want to treat you so good, just to see that smile of yours” she kissed your cheeks as you grinned

“And you’re making me nervous” you admitted, kissing her cheeks back, ghosting over her lips

“And you’re making me want to kiss you” she declared, a glimpse of timidity in her voice

“I’m not going to stop you. Kiss me Kahei, please”

And like it was the most natural thing in the world, like you had been born and went through the entirety of your lives just for this moment, like the world was ending, like nothing else mattered, she grabbed your face and pressed her lips onto yours, kissing you softly. There was something sweet about her movements, gentle and clearly restraining herself, you couldn’t lie and say you disliked it, how come was she so perfect? 

In that very moment, you thanked the world for making you meet the best future “business partner” you could ever wish for ;)

[expvrgction]

birthdays

Mirror post to this AO3 fanfic! Written for Doom’s 29th anniversary.

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The Doom Slayer wasn't always the Primeval he is known for nowadays. He was once a mortal man, long ago, with his own complexities and strengths and weaknesses.

One of the many things he and his kind would make memories of moments last for as long as they live would be birthdays. And today was the day for him, so to speak. To think he only now would actually care that he had been born the most out of many other birthdays that had come to pass. Sagittarius was his birth constellation, and his blood type was AB+. Of course, he still remembered his own name. But he doubted that anyone would remember his. Not that they needed to know the truth of his identity.

He took this time to remember moments in his previous birthdays he cherished the most...

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The first memory of his best birthdays was with his mother and little brother on his tenth birthday-- It was one of the many things a child could dream of-- A party, lots of food, cake and presents. His father wasn't around for it, but the whole family understood why.  What made it a day to remember until now, however, was later that night when she visited his bedroom.

He was presented with an engagement ring-- She said this was a family tradition for mothers to give their sons this ring, so that they could propose to someone they deemed special, and give them said ring.

It was his most guarded possession, until later in his adulthood when he proposed to someone he would come to love.

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Next was his fifteenth birthday, with a lot more friends than he had when he was ten. This was where he met some of his old military crew, and even then they weren't even soldiers in training yet! He felt like the coolest kid in Austin-- His home city, at that time. It was also when he met a girl who was his senior by four years. Who knew she would be the one to instruct him when he was called to train for military services.

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A little more than nine years after that, and while he was in military service, he found himself spending some time with the love of his life-- Though the idea of dating a widow who has a son wasn't really on his bucket list. Not that he minded too much about. It's a sorrow what happened to her husband. He introduced her to his ma and gramps on his birthday. He later proposed to her, and later still, got married. Even if Vincent was but a stepson, he still counted as a son, and would love him like any parent would to their biological child.

Being assigned to missions is a pain in the ass since he had to be away from home so frequently, though. Still, he'd keep check on his family, and he got himself a family pet, too! It was a rabbit named Daisy.

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Not even serving on Mars (and by extent, its two moons Phobos and Deimos) as punishment for disobeying AND heavily incapacitating his shithead of a superior officer would stop him from having his special day. While William Joseph Blazkowicz III initially hated his new assignment, it eventually grew on him as he met new colleagues-- He saw some of his friends stationed there, too! There also was Colonel Barnes, Sergeant Aladana, Pietrovich and everyone else he knew of. Of course, he wouldn't leave his family in the dark about his birthday party; Video conferences even from lightyears away helped keep everyone in touch.

But after that, nothing has ever been the same-- Part of science team in UAC devolving into a Hell-worshipping cult, a few people being dragged into it, the invasion, screams of staff members in the main city and both moon bases, him helping survivors escape, Crash's final order to him before she disappeared... Everything else that was to come...

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With yet another calm before the storm, the Slayer should have celebrated the day he was brought to existence. But not many people to celebrate with anymore. Not his ma and gramps, not his little bro Stan, not Hailey, not Vinny, not Daisy, not his old military crew...

Pretty much not everyone he met who had died. Especially to those of Hell.

"Slayer," His current companion, an AI he saved from the fate of sacrifice when Mars got invaded again, broke the silence in a Sentinel station repurposed as his new, mobile home. "You are awfully quiet. What troubles you?"

The Slayer typed something, as to allow VEGA to read it. He can read whatever would be typed in. An invitation to chat instead?

BFG-9K: have you ever heard of birthdays?

VEGA: Well, yes. It's something humans celebrate. I can deduce that they do this to commemorate their coming of age, for as long as they live.

BFG-9K: mine's today. december 10th. 2003 was so many years back

BFG-9K: i miss the early 21st century...

VEGA: Happy birthday then, Slayer. What was the early 21st century like?

BFG-9K: i can only say that those days were much simpler. before the first mars incident, before the first hell on earth, before everything else... before you

VEGA: I see.

VEGA: You seem down from what I can see in our current conversation. Is there something you want to talk about?

BFG-9K: a whole damn lot. birthdays ain't just the same anymore after ages of constant fighting

BFG-9K: kinda tempted to vent. i might spoil this day like i have many birthdays ago doing that tho

VEGA: You don't have to if you don't want to. You have this day to yourself, Slayer. You can tell me later.

VEGA: All that matters that you live to see another day. Not many others will see the same sun as you.

BFG-9K: it still sucks, vega

VEGA: Better than nothing. You should cherish this day. At least I'm here to support you in any way I can.

BFG-9K: ...thanks

The Slayer stood up. Even if it's going to be just him at this point, he shouldn't beat himself up about everything that took place. For as long as the fight is still on, hope would burn ever brighter.