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toomanyfandoms02 · 3 years ago

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The Gala -- JJ Maybank (Part 1 of 2)

Summary - JJ loves to pretend he is someone else, so going to a gala and pretending to get engaged ( for free drinks of course ) is just his speed

Word Count - 1.5k

There will be a part 2 to this :) probably post that in a few hours.

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JJ and I *love* going to parties and pretending to be something else. We had done it since we were kids. It was just a silly thing that we did. It all started when we pretended to be the kids of some rich guy at a country club. We ate like royals that day. Usually, I came up with the ideas, but today JJ had one.

"Alright, so I heard about this massive gala going on in Figure 8, you have to be over 21 to be in there so we have to bring our fake IDs. But I think we should have a lot of fun with this. This also makes it so we can't be ratted out by any kooks because any kook that knows us won't be there." He had a *very* accomplished look on his face.

"Alright deal, I'm gonna borrow one of Sarah's fancy dresses."

"Okay, so here's the background. We are friends with the cousin of the man who is throwing the gala. We can get drunk and dance all night." Before I could reply with my name he had something else to say. "Oh! And we are married." He smiled sweetly, leaning back in the chair he sat in.

"Married huh?" I giggled, lightly kicking his foot from my standing position. He nodded enthusiastically.

"I think we can pass as a married couple right? I mean people already think you're my girl." I could feel a blush creeping onto my cheeks so I swiftly turned around.

"Do they now? I wonder what would give them that idea." I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Don't know, maybe it's just our energy." He replied dramatically. I turned back to him with a quirked eyebrow.

"Alright, I'm gonna go pick up that dress then I'll meet you back at your house okay?"

"Okay, then we need to pick you up a wedding ring." He shimmied his shoulders at me. I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

"Okay dork, I'll see you soon." I blew him a kiss.

"I wonder why people think we are dating?" He tapped his chin mockingly. I waved him off and hopped in my car, heading to Sarah's house.

Soon enough I was on her front porch, knocking on the Cameron's door, Rafe answered.

"Hey pretty lady, what are you doin' here?" He asked with a smirk, I was unamused.

"I'm here for Sarah, not you." I pushed the door open further so I could squeeze past him.

"She's in her room." He huffed, shutting the door hard. I trotted up the stairs and came to her door, knocking lightly.

"It's Y/n." I said, the door swinging open immediately.

"Hey! What's up?"

"I wanted to know if you maybe had a fancy dress I could borrow?" I tilted my head with a hopeful smile.

"What for?" She asked, letting me in her room. I plopped onto her bed.

"JJ and I are gonna sneak into this gala tonight and I need a dress for it." I shrugged. "Obviously I don't have one." She gave a mischievous smirk.

"Oh, so you and JJ are going to a gala, huh?" She shimmied her shoulders at me (much like JJ did earlier that day). Sarah knew lots about me, even when I didn't know them myself. She had told me months ago that I surely had a thing for JJ.

And she was right, but that's not the point.

"Yeah, he told me about it today, and you know what else? He wants us to pretend to be a married couple. You have to be 21 to be in there so, I guess it makes sense." I smiled a little at the thought of pretending to be his wife.

*Wife.*

"He's so into you Y/n. It's so glaringly obvious."

"This is just one of our things Sarah. We go and pretend to be people for fun. This one just happens to be a scenario where we are married." I brushed it off, not wanting to accept the reality that he could have the same feelings for me. No matter how much I wanted that to be true.

Never get your hopes up, that's what I was always told.

"Even if that's true I'm not going to assume anything, I'm just gonna go have fun with him. But to *do* that I need a dress." I laughed, making her go to her closet and grabbing a few hangers.

"Fine, let's get started."

After about 45 minutes of trying on dresses, we decided on one.

"This is Flowers of the Sea by Teuta Matoshi Duriqi. Dad got it for me last year but I don't have anywhere to wear it." She shrugged. "And I'm sure it'll have JJ speechless." She smiled, putting her head on my shoulder. I nodded, smoothing down the dress. It was a light teal color, with lots of tulle to cover the bottom of the dress and a layer of it to go over the deep v-neck. Over that were cascading flowers. It was truly the prettiest thing I had ever worn. I pulled my phone out to text JJ.

*Got the dress, time for ring shopping :)*

I sent the message and threw my phone on Sarah's bed. I carefully got out of the dress and put my regular clothes back on. Sarah put the dress back on a hanger for me and handed it to me as I slipped my phone into my back pocket.

"Thank you so much, seriously." I hugged her tightly.

"Anything for the love birds." She smirked. "Text me with updates!" Then I was set to go to JJ's.

I knocked on the porch door and Like swung the door open. He grinned at me, jutting his thumb behind him.

"JJ is in his room." He moved from the doorway and let me in. I took the hallway back to his room, his door being opened. I stood there for a second. He was adjusting the bowtie on his neck (horribly).

"Would you like some help?" I asked, smiling at him in the mirror.

"Yes please! I've been tryin' to get this stupid thing right for 10 minutes." He pouted, coming closer to me. We stood face to face, u kept my eyes on his tie, which he had done *all* wrong. I retied it and turned it straight.

"There you go." I smiled, just inches from his face.

"Thanks, doll-face." He smiled cheekily, looking down at the dress I was holding. "Alright go out it on! I wanna see." He shooed me to the bathroom.

'Okay! Okay!" I laughed, shifting myself in his bathroom. I managed to get it all the way on besides the zipper, which I left the bathroom to get JJ to do it.

"Can you zip this for me?" I asked, walking into his room holding the dress so it didn't fall. He nodded and turned me around, zipping it slowly. I turned back around to face him.

"What do you think?" I smiled, doing a little spin for him. He just stared at me for a moment, smiling. "What?" I judged his shoulder.

"You look beautiful." He said simply. "Sorry, I was practicing looking at you like you we the light of my life, my wife." He joked. I shook my head at him.

"You realize we've put these on and now we have to go into Walmart to look for rings, like this." I gestured down to our fancy clothes.

"Just part of the fun my love." He put his arm out for me to link with him. I put my arm through his and we walked out to my car, giving a short goodbye to Luke.

We ignored the weird looks we got as we entered the store, going straight for the jewelry. It took us no time to pick out a ring, it was a big fake diamond and looked extravagant. I slipped it on my ring finger, showing it to JJ. What do you think Mr? Maybank?"

"Also, I just came up with another very dramatic thing we can do tonight. This is of course if you wanna go all-out attention on us. I think it'll get us some more drinks too." He smirked. I looked at him suspiciously, motioning for him to go on.

"Instead of us being married," See Sarah? He changed his mind, it didn't mean he had feelings for me. "I think I should propose to you at the gala." Oh?

"Propose?" He looked at me hopefully. "Alright, I'm down." He pumped his fist in the air, grabbing an empty ring box and buying our stuff. (It came to a total of 20 dollars

"Let's go get engaged!" He screeched, hopping in the passenger seat. I just laughed, starting my car and taking us to the venue.

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lovelybarnes · 3 years ago

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god- l. laufeyson (part 2)

pairings: loki laufeyson x reader, platonic!tony stark x reader, mentions of nick fury warnings: language and minor angst about: part 2 to god a/n: i apologize for taking so long to post it, i was having trouble coming up with the little details and honestly just writing overall but it’s up!! and another bucky fic will be up tomorrow or saturday!!

loki is suspicious after you leave. in the- admittedly short- time he’s been shoved away and locked in a cage to rot, he had seen you all of two times, and he was enthralled. flabbergasted, too, surprised that a simple mortal managed to stay hidden in the deep parts of his brain and refuse to leave. you were… interesting, just as you had described him: not as a villain, or evil, or horrendous, but captivating; unbelieving that he would do anything for no good reason.

whether that was true or not was still up for debate, so he had yet to decide if you were incredibly intelligent or the simple, stupid mortal he thought you all to be. nevertheless, he found himself slightly disappointed when you left, waving goodbye to him and tucking your book under your arm. while he tried to dissolve the sensation, tony stark came bounding in, standing as close as he could to the glass barrier. stark barked words that loki didn’t care much for, ignoring the man. he could see you wince from inside the elevator, a sliver of your face still available from the closing doors.

“hey, hey!” stark barked, snapping his fingers at loki. the god tilted his head at him, “yes?” he asks, voice dripped in more annoyance than usual. “that girl who just came out of here?” stark started, while loki took a minute to examine his words, “girl,” was she not an accomplished avenger? he thought tony of all people would show the respect that loki thought none of them deserved. “if you even think about doing anything to her, i will bring in the big guy to slam you around some more. you remember him? or do you need a refresher?”

loki nearly scowls at the mention of hulk, body reminding the strange ache that was left after the oaf slammed him into the floor. he only chuckles lowly, though, “how much do you distrust a fellow avenger to believe they cannot handle themselves?” loki muses. tony scoffs, shaking his head, “i really don’t think you’re in a position to question me.”

“i’m a god. i am always in the position i wish to be in,” loki reminds, making tony roll his eyes, “you’ll never see her again if i can help it. and i can,” he says. “oh, but i like her!” loki rebuts, riling tony up, “so sweet, don’t you think?” tony freezes, abruptly turning around and slamming a hand against the glass, “you will not lay a hand on her. i’ll make sure of it.”

“i seem to remember midgardians can usually do as they please,” loki replies smoothly. “and you really think she’ll want to spend time with a monster?” tony questions. loki smirks, “i suppose i simply have a feeling.”

tony is seething when he comes to your lab, having switched with steve to come talk to you. you’re humming along to a song he doesn’t bother to recognize. “you’re in a good mood,” tony observes. at the sound of his voice, you turn, taking your earbuds out and grinning at him. you press what he assumes is the pause button on your phone, “tony! i’ve actually been meaning to ask you something,” you begin. tony raises an eyebrow to tell you to continue. “it’s about loki,” you continue, anxious about his reaction. the man pauses, exhaling softly, “oh. i know what you want to- i’m so sorry for doing that to you, y/n. i promised that i wouldn’t put you with him and we should’ve been more prepared. it won’t happen again.”

the confusion is clear on your face, vocally affirming it with a “huh?”

“that’s what you wanted to talk about, right? babysitting loki?”

“well, yes, but no, it actually wasn’t bad, i wanted to bring up the idea of maybe allowing him books? or maybe music or something, i can’t imagine going from having any book at your fingertips to none at all. also, he’s not getting enough food and i wanted to talk to you abou-” tony stops you with a raised hand, “what?” you recognize the conversation won’t end too well, so you try to phrase your words in a way that tony won’t get too angry at. “i just- when i was watching him, i thought we could be a little less… cruel.”

“with the guy who tried to take over earth?” tony retorts, you sigh softly, already beginning to feel resigned. “he still deserves to eat,” you defend weakly, “come on, tony, please? i’ll watch over him myself when he’s listening to music or reading or eating and i’ll take it back when i have to leave.” tony shakes his head, “someone will always be watching, and it won’t be you.” you frown, “why? don’t you trust me? i’m an avenger, tony. i’m not weak or useless, it’s just watching over someone who is literally in a cage. he can’t even escape.” tony’s about to say no again, so you press, “how come nick fury- man who doesn’t trust- trusts me enough to do that but you don’t?”

tony’s fingers squeeze the space between his eyebrows, eyes closed. he contemplates the effects if he refuses, no doubt ending in the thinning-by-the-minute thread that is your trust in him completely snapping.

“fine,” he finally agrees, and your frustrated frown melts back into a relieved small smile, “but everything you give him has to go through someone else first. i don’t care if it’s fury or hill or romanoff or me, but it has to be approved.” you nod quickly, “yes, of course.” tony raises a finger, “and, you will watch him the whole time. you got yourself into this, kid. i trust you can protect yourself from him if you ever need to.” you agree, “absolutely, and, uh-” you reach into your bag, pulling out the book finnegan’s wake, and your old ipod, equipped with a single downloaded song and earbuds plugged in. “i actually have already chosen a book and a song that i think he would appreciate during the time he tells me himself what he would like and while it gets approved, and um,” you push the objects toward tony, a surprised look lining his features, “since you have time now… the ipod has only that one song and i doubt he can do anything with either of the items, although i’ll be here if he does.”

“you picked these out for him?” tony questions, and you nod again, “i don’t really know him, i doubt anybody does, but i thought james joyce was a good guess considering.” tony looks from the objects in your hand back to you, before sighing and grabbing them. “i want to break free?” he asks, holding up the ipod. you feel your cheeks heat, “music is hard, i went for the obvious.”

tony exhales, looking down at the book, “fine, both are approved.”

“what, you’re not gonna check to see if i carved out a hole into the book and put the tesseract in there so he could escape?” you ask sarcastically, taking back the items while he rolls his eyes. “no, i trust you.” you grin, “you better. there’s no reason for you to not,” tony agrees with you softly, genuinely feeling bad while he kisses your cheek in goodbye. “steve was just called on a mission and needs a replacement, so you better get down there. bowser isn’t in a good mood today.”

you huff out a light laugh at the nickname, cradling your dear books and tangling your fingers in the cords of the earbuds while you walk to the elevator. you catch your bottom lip between your teeth while you watch the numbers blink above the elevator doors, nerves from your choices finally making a home in the pit of your stomach and making your grip tighten on the items. you really don’t know him, and one of the few things that you do know about him is that he isn’t the nicest- although you think it probable that it was warranted- which begins the inkling of regret of your carefully-picked choice to form. you try your best to push past it though, attempting to reassure yourself through the fact that loki’s reading options are limited, and as evil as everyone (including him) claims he is, you suspect (hope) that there is something in him that can’t simply disregard kind gestures. you suppose that theory is from what thor has told you about frigga. you hope it’s correct.

the elevator dings, knocking your thoughts off their destructive railroad and your attention to the shield guard wearily eyeing you and what you carry. “hey, wally,” you greet, shooting him a smile as you walk over to him, pulling your id card from your pocket. “what’cha got there?” he asks, sitting up straighter in his chair to look closer at you. “a- already approved by tony stark- book and song for loki. you know how much he had access to in asgard?” you question. he shakes his head, and you sigh, “me neither. but i imagine it’s a lot, and i don’t think he’s been introduced to our books yet.”

wally stares at you for a few seconds, before pursing his lips, “already approved by stark?” he checks, “already approved by tony,” you repeat. “just no ear things. don’t want him to choke somebody,” he instructs, holding out his hand. you oh quietly, hurriedly pulling off the headphones and putting them in his hand. wally only nods then, trusting you enough to not ask for any more reassurance, and pressing a button next to him to allow you into another elevator. the ride is much shorter, and you bounce on your heels, fidgeting with the edge of the book.

you barely recognize when the doors part, the slick-haired god already examining you. “in asgard, it is strongly discouraged to damage books like you are doing,” loki states. you stop your picking, dropping your hand and walking inside. “hello to you too, loki.” the god ignores you, instead focused on what is in your arms. “i thought any pleasantries for you weren’t allowed down here,” he says, eyes focused on your ipod. “ah, not if you ask nicely,” you reply, standing next to the chair, “and, these aren’t for me.”

you set your own book down on the floor- a very cliche wuthering heights, but it was either that or romeo and juliet, and you’d prefer not get caught reading about a forbidden romance while watching a villain- and hold up the one for him, grinning. “so i don’t know much about asgard or its books because thor hasn’t budged yet on taking me, but from what i can gather, you have little to no media from here, right?” loki ducks his chin suspiciously in response. “so i can imagine you haven’t read shakespeare, or james joyce, which reminds me a lot of you, so…”

you offer no more explanation, putting the book on your chair and showing him the ipod, walking closer to the glass. “this is an ipod. it’s used to play songs offline, and i picked one out for you. i don’t know if you’ll like it because i don’t really know what type of music you like or if you like it at all-” you pause, finally recognizing how long it had been since he’d talked. “but, uh, i hope you do.”

you look up at him then, unsurprised to find him already staring back at you. “you did this for me… why?” he queries skeptically. “i told you before; i imagine it’s difficult to go from everything to nothing in a day. and i think it must be boring to be trapped in there all day with nothing to do.”

loki still looks distrustful, but you grab the book, pulling out the key card to open his food slot. “i can’t leave these in here after i leave, but i’ll stay until you finish both,” you assure, pushing the book through the small gap. your ipod is still in your hands as you walk back near him. he looks at you for a few moments longer before his eyes flick to the book. “and there are no… explosives? poison of some kind in that?”

you shake your head, “no, of course not.”

loki narrows his eyes at the paperback anyways, walking towards it apprehensively. “when you want me to, i can teach you how the ipod works and you can listen to the song. it’s by a rock band called queen,” you babble, watching as he slowly observes the book before picking it up at an even more leisurely pace.

“i’m going to go sit over there now. just let me know if you need something,” you can’t seem to stop talking, so you focus instead on your legs moving you back to your seat, picking up your novel before sitting. you’re about to ramble on about something else again, until you notice the publication in loki’s hands, slightly panicking at the immediate rush of satisfaction and happiness it gives you when he opens the first page.

you try to avoid the sound of turning pages when you stay stuck on the same sentence, too concerned about why your neck decided to warm when the god accepted your favor.

“you can play it,” loki voices suddenly, almost as if reading the loud thoughts about your decision on the song. he looks up at you, “reading is usually accompanied by light music, but i suppose i could listen to rock.”

you nod, pressing a button on the small device that makes the beginning notes bounce off the walls of the room. your fingers gently tap along to the beat on the edge of your page without your noticing, too used to the melody to not react. you try not to look too hard at loki to watch for his reaction, too interested if he’ll like it or not.

after the first minute passes by and he doesn’t object to the sound, you count this as a win, allowing yourself to relax into your chair and actually read the words lined on the page, discovering them to make a lovely combination. you only notice when the song ends when loki speaks up, “it is okay,” he compliments, “i enjoyed it. i think i’d enjoy your so called queen.” you chuckle softly, “i thought you would. do you have any favorites here so i can add them for next time?”

“no,” loki responds, not taking his eyes off the page. “i’ll find some for you, then,” you promise, then press play on the ipod again, not missing the tiny quirk of loki’s lips, making you way too giddy than you should be.

after it has been over six hours and loki has barely finished finnegans wake, you’re completely sure he took extra time to read it; whether it be to absorb it better or simply have more time with it in his hands, you don’t care, pride swelling up in your chest because you did something right for him. he hadn’t complained about the repeated song, and you can’t blame him. the sounds are a lot more entertaining than the cold silence that usually occupies the space where he resides.

you ask loki more about what he thought, attempting to coerce him into telling you his preferences, until tony is calling you up.

you’re about to leave, both books and ipod in hand when you pause.

“y/n,” loki starts, and you realize it is the first time you’d hear your name out of his mouth. you decide you like how it sounds in his voice, not disregarding how you shouldn’t. “yes?” you answer instead, meeting his eyes. “thank you.”

you swallow, surprised at the genuinity in his voice while you nod, “it was no problem.”

loki finds it disturbing how much he dislikes seeing you walk away.

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ikeromantic · 3 years ago

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Fake It Til You Make It

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfiction - approx. 2200 words. This scene takes place post-romantic epilogue. Fluff and a little spice.

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Adrift

Kyubei watched the innkeeper through narrowed eyes. Though the man was clearly nervous, he didn’t seem to be lying. His story hadn’t changed in the last three tellings, so either he was an accomplished liar or he was telling the truth.

“L-lord Akechi and the woman left with one of the Akechi warriors. Right after we saw the fire across the lake,” the innkeeper said for the fourth time. “Then the storm came and after that, no one saw him.”

“Do you remember anything else? Did anyone else come in after they left? Did you see anyone acting strangely?”

The man shook his head. “No, I mean, not really? Everyone was a bit strange after we saw the blaze. Wondering if Azuchi was still standing.” He frowned. “You think it might have been Lord Akechi? Him disappearing like that right after -”

Kyubei cut him off. “No. That was the work of the Mouri clan.” It wasn’t the first person he’d spoken with that suspected. And why wouldn’t they? Mitsuhide was only just back from his misadventure at the shogun’s side. An ally in disgrace. A man not to be trusted.

The worst part of all this was that Kyubei really had no idea what his lord wanted him to do. Should he quash the rumors? Encourage them? Mitsuhide’s instructions from his last letter said nothing about an attack on Azuchi - not like this - and nothing about disappearing. Of course, he pretended like he knew exactly what was going on. He had to, until he received additional instructions.

“So . . . am I free to go?” The innkeeper was frowning now. His nervousness replaced by a desire to get back to making money at the inn.

“For now,” Kyubei said. He gave the man a hard stare. “If I need anything else, I will send someone for you.”

The innkeeper bowed and left, leaving Kyubei alone with his thoughts. It really seemed that in the storm, his lord had simply vanished into thin air. And Miyake too.

Perhaps they'd left with Ranmaru, who was also missing. But if so, there would be a letter. A message. Something!

The castle staff had no idea where he was - they’d waited for him to return for hours. Miyake’s squad couldn’t find their commander either. Both men were expected.

And the chatelaine . . . his lady. Kyubei worried that he had failed to protect her again.

***

Morning came with pale light through a high window. It fell across four careworn, sleeping faces. Sasuke and Miyake lay in a tangle of blankets on the floor, and in a bed, Mitsuhide clung to his little mouse. He woke with the first notes of bird-song, but kept his eyes shut. He wasn’t ready to confront the strange world of 500 years in the future just yet.

His little one stirred in his arms as the sound of morning birds turned into a hum of outside activity. “Is it . . . are we really . . .” She opened her eyes and looked around Sarutobi’s flat. “We’re really here.”

Mitsuhide nodded.

“I want to be happy about it, but . . .”

He shushed her with a kiss. “It will be fine. Worrying won’t return us faster.”

She sighed and buried her face against his chest. “I know. I just hope everyone is alright.”

“They will be,” Mitsuhide reassured her. He didn’t think of it as a lie - simply an assumption he based on his past experience. Nobunaga would handle this threat as he did others that came before it.

And Kyubei would see to what the left hand needed to be doing.

Sasuke sat up, rubbing his face. “I apologize for the accommodations,” he told them. The same apology he’d given the night before.

“At least we had somewhere to sleep.” The chatelaine sat up and wiggled out of the blanket. “I should probably check on my flat and see if it’s still mine. If so, we won't have to impose on you a second night. Although,” she sighed. “I don’t have my ID or my keys or anything.”

“I don't mind,” Sasuke replied. “You are welcome to continue crashing here. Although, we may not be here for long. Weren’t there activities you wanted to do in this time? While you can?” His left eyebrow lifted almost imperceptibly.

Mitsuhide gave her one of his slow, warm smiles. His fingers traced a path down her spine. “Yes, you did mention some things I would like to see, since we are here.”

His little mouse arched like a cat against his hand. “I did . . . yes. Alright. Since we’re here, we might as well try to enjoy it!”

Miyake rolled over on the floor and pulled the blanket over his head.

“I take it that means you plan to stay here for the day?”

Sasuke answered for the half-asleep warrior. “Actually, I would really appreciate it if Miyake would accompany me. I need to go to my university and make some arrangements.”

Miyake groaned and sat up. He blinked as his gaze went around the room, taking in all the strange objects. Finally, he settled on the ninja. “You need protection or something?”

“No. I don’t think anyone will attack me.” Sasuke felt around for his glasses and slid them on. “But I expect to be moving some heavy equipment in the lab. And I may have a friend who can help us out with those arrangements, if you're there to corroborate my story.”

“Corr what?” Miyake frowned.

“Authenticate. Like a two factor security key.” The ninja grinned.

The warrior looked to Mitsuhide uncertainly.

“If Sarutobi believes you can assist him today, then that is what you will do. I am sure my fiancée and I will be fine.”

The chatelaine looked less certain about this, but she nodded agreement.

The four of them took turns dressing in the ‘washroom’ to give each other privacy. His morning was one of surprise as the . . . toilet . . . squirted him with water. And warm or cold water came from a metal spigot at the turn of a handle too, spilling into a porcelain basin. There were more smokeless lanterns - electric lights they were called - and other wonders.

Had Mitsunari been there, he was sure the scholar could have spent weeks studying every device but Mitsuhide just needed to know how to use it.

In this place, he was the naïve child, and his little one, the wise teacher. Such a shift in their positions was hard to take. Mitsuhide didn’t think of himself as arrogant but this situation was humbling in the extreme. Thankfully, he managed to get through dressing and breakfast without any serious mishaps.

Sasuke and Miyake left to the university. The flat was silent in their wake. Mitsuhide and his little mouse sat on the edge of the bed. She was tapping away at a . . . tablet . . . to get access to her accounts. The electronic scroll was interesting, at least. With pictures and writing all lit up so you could read it even in the dark.

Mitsuhide stood and stretched, trying to get used to moving in his new clothes. They were Sarutobi’s and didn’t quite fit. He was dressed in a pair of pants that clung tightly to his legs and ended short of his ankle. The top was a soft weave, dyed black. It sported an odd blue character on it and the word Sonic. Sarutobi said the picture was a hedgehog, whatever that was.

He would have liked to wear something without a picture on it. He’d had the choice between this one and something with a lizard that walked on two legs and shot fire from its mouth. Those were the only two shirts the ninja had that were long enough to cover him to his waist. And there was no way he was walking around with a bare midriff. Even if his little mouse looked interested in the idea.

Her midriff was bare afterall, she’d laughed. And it was - sort of. She tied one of Sasuke’s shirts in a bow under her breasts and had a pair of his shorts on. Though Mitsuhide wasn’t familiar with the clothes of this time, he thought she looked like a child trying to fit into her father’s clothes. Endearingly cute, but ill fit. Some of the clothes they saw women wearing on the way in the night before would have looked much better on her.

She looked up as if she knew he was thinking about her. “Ok, I think we’re ready to go.”

“Where to, my love?”

“Well, first to my apartment. It looks like my rent payments have all been made. And the building manager knows me so I should be able to get a spare key.” Her smile was all relief.

They arrived to the apartment, a small space in a tall building that reminded Mitsuhide of a castle, if the castle was robbed of all charm and beauty. Her room was utilitarian and sterile, and while there was still the wonder of technology, he could see none of her personality in the space. He said as much.

“Hm, yeah. I didn’t really have time to decorate. The apartment came furnished. I moved in and then, well,” she laughed. “I ended up in Azuchi with you.”

Mitsuhide pulled her into a hug. “A fate worse than death, little mouse?”

“You know it wasn’t,” she giggled, laughing harder as he ran his fingers down her sensitive sides. Holding her like this felt like home, even if nothing else was familiar.

After several slow breaths, they let go of each other.

“I must confess, I cannot see you living in this place. It doesn’t seem very safe. And you don’t have much room for your sewing.” Mitsuhide couldn’t help but poke into her cabinets, shelves, and drawers.

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s pretty small but it was a place I could afford on my own.”

Mitsuhide heard the pride in her voice. He smiled. “I can imagine you coming here, determined to make it on your own.” He turned from the cabinet he was inspecting to see her stripping off her shirt.

Her pert breasts were a pleasant surprise, but she crossed her arms over them as soon as she saw him looking. “I’m just changing clothes! I didn’t want to wear Sasuke’s basketball shorts all day.”

“Please, continue.”

“I - I can’t while you’re staring at me!” She turned so that all he could see was her back.

Mitsuhide laughed. “Are we not lovers? How many times have I kissed, nibbled, caressed every bit of your skin from head to toe?”

She shivered, skin dimpling with remembered touches. Slow, nervous, she turned back around. Her arms lowered, revealing her chest again. “You can watch if you want to.”

He wasn’t sure if it was nerves or mischief that made her voice squeak at the end. Either was amusing. “Mmm, I’m a lucky man to get a show.”

“You are,” she smiled. Her fingers went to the tie on the shorts. They fell away, pooling around her feet. Underneath, she wore nothing.

Mitsuhide sucked in a breath.

Her hips swayed as she walked to her wardrobe. She glanced over her shoulder at him and fluttered her eyelashes, trying to be saucy. The effect was a little spoiled by the blush that ran from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. From within the wardrobe she pulled out a little twist of cloth. It was light blue and made of some embroidered material.

He didn’t realize he could see her skin through it until she slipped it on, slowly pulling the fabric taut over her curves. Though she was technically covered, it was somehow more tempting than just skin alone. “What . . . is that?”

“Panties.” She giggled. Then she pulled out a matching bit of cloth and wrapped it around her chest. The rise of her breasts were restrained by this new piece of clothing as she reached behind her as if to tie it.

“And that?”

“My bra.” She turned right, then left, letting him get a good view.

The sight made Mitsuhide want to simultaneously rip the clothing off her and still enjoy looking at her in them. It wasn’t possible to have both . . .

“To be honest, it’s been kind of nice not wearing these the last few months. But I think I would feel weird if I didn’t wear them with my modern clothes.”

“I like them.” Mitsuhide smiled widely. A grin that brought heat to her gaze before she looked away, suddenly shy. He knew this ground well. Even here in a world where everything was strange, his little one was the same.

He stepped forward, reaching to cup her cheek. His other hand settled lightly on her hip, fingertips stroking the skin just above the fabric of her panties. She inhaled sharply, lips parting. Mitsuhide took the invitation.

The kiss was, at first, gentle and sweet, but the press of their bodies built heat between them. Their breath mingled, tongues entwined. Hands grasping, stroking, pulling. Tearing.

Mitsuhide stopped at the sound of fabric ripping.

His little one gasped and reached down to feel the damage. Her eyes widened. “You . . . tore my panties.” Then she started to laugh.

He laughed too. Never in his life had he expected a woman so wonderful. A woman he would want badly enough to - literally - tear the clothes off her. This kind of passion he’d always believed was fake. Yet here he was. It was unthinkable. Incredible. “I love you,” Mitsuhide told her, smiling so widely that it hurt.

“I love you too.”

She gestured to the wardrobe. "I should probably, you know. Finish." It took only a moment for her to shimmy into her own clothes. Then they headed out into this strange world that was his home 500 years after death.

Next: Kitsune's Day Out

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #otome boys #otome #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

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5thmarauderwrites · 4 years ago

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Apps, Texts & Wizardry — The Marauders x Reader | Request.

Requests are: OPEN.

Requested by Anonymous: “Helooo💛 could you write a modern au where the reader is teaching the marauders how to use tech? Have a nice day :)“.

Pairing: The Marauders x Fem!Reader [platonic].

Word Count: 2,4K

Warnings: None, it’s basically all fun and teasing and friends being friends.

A/N: Hope you like this! I had to refrain myself from the dialogues a bit because i had lots of fun remarks and teasing moments in my head as i imagined how the teaching process would be, so it would end up being very, very long if i hand’t stopped myself. Also the title SUCKS because i literally couldn’t think about anything good.

“L/N!” James yelled your last name in the middle of the library, shaking a brand new smartphone clutched in his hand; Sirius and Peter on his trail. Remus walked a little further, an apologetic frown on his features as he looked at you.

“Potter!” Madam Pince shrieked. “Out! Now!”

“But I’ve just got here!” The boy with unruly black hair protested.

“I do not care! Screams and loud tones of voice are strictly forbidden in my library! Go on – out! Out before I hex you!” The witch brandished her feather duster at the boy as she gesticulated for him to leave.

James grimaced, pushing his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose, “I just need to talk to my friend, please! She’s right there!” He pointed to you, who watched the unfolding scene with a look of pure terror, in fear that Madam Pince would banish you from the library for good after James’ antics.

Madame Pince sent you a death glare before turning back to the Marauders with a fulminant look on her face, “out, all of you! NOW!”

“We haven’t even done anything!” Sirius shrugged with a frown, trying to defend himself.

The older witch gave them a last warning glare and, getting the message; Remus mumbled an apology and dragged the other three boys out of the room. Madam Pince waited until they were completely off the library’s limits to walk angrily to the table you were sharing with Lily, Marlene and Alice in the quieter corner of the study room.

“L/N!” She spat as she approached your table. “You know you’re one of the few students that I actually tolerate in this school, but this better not happen again because next time you’ll be kicked out with them!”

You widened your eyes in horror and nodded vigorously, afraid to make any noise and irritate the librarian even more. Madam Pince huffed satisfied at your acknowledgement of her threat before turning on her heels and leaving you with a dumbfounded look on your face.

“I don’t know how you and Remus can be friends with those twats,” Lily said in a belittled tone of voice whilst rolling her eyes.

“They’re not that bad once-“ you started to defend the Marauders but trailed off as you looked in the direction of the closed window by the side of the door and saw James and Sirius with their faces glued to the glass, waving for you to come to them.

“You were saying?” Marlene frowned disgustedly at their behaviour.

“Come on, they’re nice people, girls!” Alice chuckled, defending the boys as the sweet and kind person she was.

“They are! Thank you, Ali!” You wrapped your arm around the girl’s shoulders in a gesture of appreciation.

“Sure,” Lily teased with a frown as she studied the boys, whom were now making silly faces at your group from behind the glass window. “I’m sure if you google stupid twats their names won’t come up as soon as you hit the search button.”

Marlene high-fived Lily at her remark and you couldn’t help but smile, even though you rolled your eyes at your redhead friend, “you know you and James have a lot in common, don’t you?” You teased, getting up and grabbing your phone and laptop.

“Where are you going?” She asked amidst a blush, purposely ignoring what you had just said.

“To see what they bloody want before Madam Pince spots them and forbids me to step a foot into the library for good of course,” you shrugged with a lopsided grin and walked away from your lady friends, heading to the boys in the corridor.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry! I told these idiots that you were studying and they should not bother you!” Remus said as soon as he saw your moving figure approaching the door, his arms up in an apologetic gesture.

“That’s okay, Rem. I know their stupidity is uncontrollable,” you chuckled, squeezing the taller boy’s shoulder.

“Hey!” Sirius exclaimed, offended, as he ran a hand through his thick dark locks.

“She’s not lying,” Remus said with a light shrug of his shoulders, pressing his lips together to contain a smile.

“What do you bloody want from me anyway to barge in the library like that?” You winged your brows, specifically scolding James.

“Sorry about that, little one. Madam Pince really needs to learn how to relax,” he frowned, recalling her unpleasant screams. “Anyway, we got ourselves brand new phones and this muggle box you call a laptop and we were wondering if you could help us out with those… things.”

You lifted a brow as you crossed your arms across your chest, “you got phones? And laptops?” You repeated his sentence with a surprised tone of voice.

“That’s what I just said, yes,” James frowned.

“I reckon you saying something like,” you started, raising your hands in the air and mimicking quotes as you tried your best to impersonate James, “’I will never trade my owl and parchments for these bloody muggle things with these annoying noises.’”

“I’ll admit I may have spoken too soon,” he shrugged with a grimace. “Blimey, it’s hard not to surrender to those things when the entire school and even the Professors are using it!”

You gazed at James with an amused look on your face.

“So, will you help us out, love?” Sirius steadied himself on you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and stared at you with puppy eyes.

“I could use the help of these things to improve my studying method and have easier access to books,” Remus said shyly, putting his hands into his pockets.

“I want to try those games the lads have been playing, they’re even talking about doing championships and starting clubs,” Peter’s eyes twinkled as he nodded excitedly.

You heaved a sigh as you looked to the pleading faces of the four Marauders. “Fine, I’ll help you idiots out.”

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You had been helping the Marauders with the muggle technology for a few days now and it wasn’t getting any easier. As wizards born and raised into wizarding families, the boys never had any sort of familiarity with technology nor muggle devices before, which hampered the task in hand considerably. Even Remus, who was unquestionably the cleverest among them, was struggling to learn how to properly use a phone.

Beginning with the smartphone was your idea, because you thought that after they mastered this complex device, learning how to use a laptop would be a piece of cake. You just didn’t imagine that it would be so bloody difficult.

“Wait, wait, and wait!” Sirius interrupted your explanation about the Face ID for the third time with a confused frown as he threw his head back heavily into the back pillow of the Gryffindor Common Room sofa. “How am I supposed to make my face unlock this thing? Will I have to hex it?”

“No, you daft dimbo!” You huffed, annoyed. “I’ll get there if you just stop interrupting me!”

“Sorry, love,” he smirked satisfied at your apparent annoyance, resting his elbows on Remus’ and James’ shoulders. “I’ll admit I have a liking to piss you off; and apparently I accomplish that even when I’m not trying to.”

“You sure do!” You smiled wryly at him, curling your legs on the seat of the stuffed armchair you were occupying, leaning yourself a little in the boys direction. “Anyway, you’ll access your phone settings right… here,” you said, showing them with your phone where to tap. “To register your face, you’ll need to hold your device between 10 and 20 inches away from you. With your face centered in the circle, you’ll move your head around until the scan is complete.”

The boys quickly followed your instructions and registered their faces, finally completing the basic configurations of their phones as they did so, allowing you to start teaching them how to use its apps and download other ones.

“There’s a camera in this? Cool!” Sirius exclaimed excitedly once he unlocked his phone screen. “What?” He added with a smile when you chuckled at his reaction.

“I’ve always thought that if you were a muggle, you’d sort of be an edgy photographer,” you answered with a lopsided grin.

“I could be one to,” James shrugged uninterested. “I’d definitely be edgy.”

“You, James? Come on!” You rolled your eyes, laughing wholeheartedly. “You’d be an annoying influencer jock.”

“A what?” He asked, utterly confused as if you were speaking in another language.

“You’d definitely be an overachiever high school athlete who were not only famous at school but also on the internet,” you winged your brows at him, resting your chin of your fist.

“You’d definitely be like that, mate!” Remus laughed, pointing his index finger at James.

“Yeah? And how would all-mighty Moony be?” James teased, crossing his arms across his chest and bending his head a little so he could playfully stare at his brown-haired friend.

“Rem would be a total hipster!” You shouted excitedly, clapping your hands. “He’d definitely be an outsider to the cultural mainstream, he’d have an online blog where he’d review books and would definitely be vocal about structural issues in the muggle society.”

“Why would he be the coolest among us?” James frowned, a little annoyed.

“Because he already is,” you shrugged, winging your brows.

“I can totally see muggle Moony being like that too,” Peter nodded vaguely from his seat on the arm of the sofa, picturing what you had just said inside his head.

“Can we focus on the tech again?” James said, swinging his phone in the air.

“Yes, we can, you pampered berk,” you answered, the ends of your lips curling up into an amused smirk as you got up of the armchair and motioned to the sofa, squeezing yourself between James and Sirius.

Slowly, you started to explain to them how to use the iMessage service and how to text someone and read the texts you receive. The boys seemed awestruck by the fact that you could get in touch with someone so easily and get an instant response back.

“Wicked! Now I can ask Lily out without putting myself in danger!” James exclaimed excitedly, the blaze that crackled in the fireplace lighting up his features. “Can’t I?”

“Well, she can always block your number, you know…” you frowned mockingly at him, earning amused laughs from Remus, Sirius and Peter.

The four of you teased James for a while before you and the boys got back to the teaching process. An hour or so later, you had already covered all the phone basic apps and they were already familiar with their functions and how to properly use them.

“Now, to the fun stuff!” You announced excitedly. “Let’s introduce you lads to the wonderful world of the trending apps.”

“Are there more?” Sirius widened his eyes as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Indeed, my dear Black!” You quirked your brows satisfied, tilting your head so you could look him in the eyes. “There are tons of apps you can download to improve your experience, apps that match your likings such as, in your case, dating apps.”

“Dating apps? Can’t you just charm the ladies through texts?” He asked confusedly.

“You sure can, but these apps are basically made for people who want to engage on… knowing someone a little bit better, if you know what I mean,” you chuckled. “With the dating apps you don’t have to ask yourself if the other person is somehow romantically interested in you, because when they swipe right and the match is made, it means the interest is mutual.”

“And how would you know all this?” He asked, lifting his head and smirking mockingly at you. “Y/N L/N, do you use dating apps?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you retorted, blushing furiously. Sirius’ smirk grew wider.

A sudden silence fell among the five of you as you and Sirius stared at each other with narrowed eyes; he holding a teasing look whilst you held a deadly one. James and Remus watched the scene with delighted expressions whilst Peter monotonously scrolled through his phone screen.

“Ahem,” Remus cleared his throat with an amused smile, dragging you and Sirius back to reality. “Are there any good apps to download books and to read them?”

You slowly tilted your head in Remus’ direction and, nodding, started to show him the apps you had on your phone for reading purposes and which ones you thought would fit his needs better. Remus avidly listened to your tips whilst downloading each and every app you had mentioned on his own phone.

The day quickly faded into night as you and the Marauders went on and on about the technologies and its functions and soon, the five of you were the only ones in the now silent Common Room, the light coming from the fireplace and the displays of your phones being the only things shining in the almost complete darkness.

“And done!” James exclaimed, getting up from the sofa and stretching himself. “TikTok is already downloaded and ready to be used! Tomorrow we’ll pull the ‘Dance Like a Hippogriff’ prank and Y/N here will film everything so we can upload the edited video on our TikTok account later.”

“Excuse you?” You frowned, crossing your arms across your chest.

“It’ll be fun, I promise!” He joined his hands pleadingly. “Come on! Please?” He added at the grimace you made.

“Fine!” You rolled your eyes with a smile after a few seconds. “Now I’m going to bed before another brilliant idea pops up into that twat mind of yours."

Saying goodbye to the Marauders, you walked to the stairs that led to the girls’ dormitory and took a quick look over your shoulder. Before you climbed up the stairs, a smile formed on your lips as you saw the four boys talking excitedly and laughing whilst scrolling through their phones.

#au #modern au #imagines #the marauders #the marauders imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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acciofanfics · 4 years ago

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Employee HandBook (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Request: Can you do a Fred x reader where she works at their joke shop and he falls in love with her

Pairing: Fred Weasley x FemReader

Warnings: I truthfully don’t think there’s any 😳

Word Count: 990

A/N: Id like to take a chance to apologize for being slow on posting 😭 I am working on requests and still taking them but umm David Rossi and Spencer Reid have me all up in my head wondering if I should start a Criminal Minds blog 😂 - S

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There were often times when Fred drifted off into his own little world. Letting his thoughts linger and take precedent in his mind and letting the world simply pass him by. It was often how he thought of crude ideas to take to George where they could properly discuss the idea and turn in to a combination of the best worst product they could make it. However this time no productive thoughts clouded his mind, just distracting ones of the best kind.

(Y/N) was smiling and helping a boy probably in his third year at Hogwarts. The boy seemed to be smitten and had probably long already decided on the purchase but was indulging a crush by asking the polite young woman any and every question he could think of. Fred didn’t blame the kid, she was quite the looker and sweet too. Funny and witty... honestly Fred and George wondered how they hadn’t seemed to run into her Hogwarts (given they’d been in the same year). Needless to say when the daily operations of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes got to be a little much for the pair and they had to hire extra help she was the only interview they needed.

“I wonder what staring will accomplish?” George teased his very slightly older brother.

Fred rolled his eyes, “Quite a lot if you do it right I reckon.”

“Maybe you should tell her that. See how well that goes over?” George offered up another joke before summoning his brother to do some actual work. They were so close on cracking this latest ‘candy’. Just a bit more tinkering.

Of course their tinkering always took longer than expected, and by the time Fred made it out of his office the store had already been closed. George had left about 5 minutes before him, frustrated that their were still a few kinks in their hopefully soon releasing product. Fred had assumed (Y/N) would’ve been gone before him, but no he descended down the stairs to find her tidying the shelves. “That’d go faster with magic you know?”

“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have the chance to see you before I left.” She winked at the man and continued adjusting stuff manually. Actually, while seeing Fred was always a plus she honestly just liked doing a few things manually and straightening the shelves was just one of those things (it was a bit relaxing, plus if she got tired of it she could always whip out her wand). “So how’s the ‘Fiery Follicle Fudge’ coming along?”

“A bit tricky surprisingly, but I think we’ve almost got it. Not surprising.” Fred boasted, confidence was key, right? “How’d we do today?”

“Quite well, not surprisingly. You know I do wonder how you managed without me?” She flashed him a bright smile. It really was amazing and quite admirable how they’d turned their disruptive school hobby into a bustling and successful business. She’d bet their mother was proud, she was and she’d only known them for a little less than a year.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure. Now that she was here it was hard to imagine his daily life without her. It was hard enough on him on Sundays when the shop was closed. “I mean we’re very talented. I’m not sure how we’d manage without you now.”

“Luckily for you I don’t have any other job offers.”

The statement kind of caught Fred by surprise. He wasn’t sure why... I mean he wasn’t stupid. He knew that she was an employee, they paid her and she worked with them, but the relationship always kind of felt the same as working with a friend.... a really good friend that you thought about snogging... a lot. George liked to tease Fred a lot about (Y/N) and his crush on her too. It’d gotten to the point where Molly constantly asked when he was going to bring his girlfriend to meet them all. But the more that he thought about it, it didn’t really feel like a crush. He had developed deep feelings for her honestly, and suddenly he had to wonder where their paths would take the two of them if she ever did find another job. “How much do you have left to do around here?”

“Are you evaluating my performance now?” Her eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Perhaps,” Fred chuckled and then took a deep breath. He knew it really wasn’t a now or never type of situation, but in the moment it felt that way, “Or maybe I was going to offer some help and then suggest dinner?”

“Are you asking me out?” Her hands stilled for a moment. Fred wasn’t the only one who had daydreamed about a coworker. (Y/N) always thought he was handsome, and motivated and much smarter than he and his brother liked to let on. She just assumed that they’d probably has something against dating an employee which did make sense no matter how disheartening it might be. “Isn’t there something against that in the employee handbook or something?”

“We wrote an employee handbook?” Fred seemed puzzled and then disappointed, “You know you don’t have to say yes... I wouldn’t fire you or anything. I mean maybe dock your pay but nothing too extreme.” He hoped the joke would lighten her up and he hoped that she knew it was in fact a joke.

(Y/N) stood on her toes and kissed him. It was meant to be an innocent peck, but deepened quickly when his arms circled around her keeping her in place. When they finally broke away she gave him a goofy grin, “Well, I assume that gets me a raise?”

“I think I might be in love with you...” Fred blurted out before he even had a chance to realize he was letting the words come out of his mouth. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Well when you figure it out do let me know. I might feel the same.”

#harry potter imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fluff #fanfics #request

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chidoroki · 4 years ago

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TPN - Krone one-shot

Ah, another extra chapter. Shirai and Demizu are so good to us. Anyways, I was quite surprised learning more about Krone's time training at the sister academy. From what little we saw from her and Isabella's flashbacks in early chapters and season 1, we know how competitive and serious the girls are at the facility, given the extreme nature of everyone's current situation. All the girls are quite literally fighting for their own lives here, so once Cecile was introduced, I was pleasantly surprised. (this is our first time meeting her right?)

We soon learn that both were from the same GF house and as any natural older sibling would do, she steps in to help Krone avoid getting scolded by finding her missing embroidery. She then makes it plainly clear that it is best not to show any sort of weakness while at the facility. Everyone there is prove themselves worthy of becoming a sister or mother, and if they don't fulfill those qualifications, they'll be killed.

Having a close friend in such a terrible place provides Krone with minimal comfort, as Grandma Sarah (that's her name, correct?) reveals how slim their chances are at surviving. Only one girl will survive? That's rough.. and wasteful I feel like? I know there's only four premium farms with about 5(?) houses each, so mom and sister positions are very limited, but wow. Fighting off the other girls might not be much of a challenge emotionally, but to compete against your own sibling? Well, that's different. Fortunately for Krone, Cecile has other intentions. (can i say that at this point i already love this girl?)

A hopeful idea, of course, but Krone brings up the chip they each have implanted in their hearts. You leave the facility? Dead. You somehow break the chip? The higher-ups get notified and you're as good as dead anyway. Cecile mentions how the pocket watch Grandma has doubles as a sort of gadget that could disable their chips, so all that has to be done is steal it and use it for themselves. Cecile's wealth of knowledge doesn't stop there, as she then shows Krone a map of the entire headquarters that was secretly put together by former trainees that once thought of escaping. At first, I found this a little hard to believe. One, that such an embroidery was passed down so often between other girls over an unknown amount of time and someone like Grandma never found it. Two, that there were so many girls who were willing to help each other out like this.. but then I remembered ch170 and how eager and willing the ladies were to join together under Isabella's command, so I believe it.

As their plan is set in motion, we see familiar events take place, such as the girls physically fighting with each other (because being buff is somehow a prerequisite to look after children? you know, just in case they try to escape and you need to break some legs). I re-watched Krone's flashbacks in ep8 just to see if any of the girls there could possibly be identified as Cecile, but it didn't work out well since that scene is all monochrome anyway, so no luck trying to spot her blonde hair, blue eyes or even her ID number. Seeing them work together though is great.

Honestly, I never really got attached to Krone upon my first watch of the series. Yeah her movements are very animated and fun to watch when she speaks, she's absolutely terrifying when it comes to playing tag, but she never had one of those moments where I was like “okay, I like this character now.” That, and she gets killed off so her screen-time was really limited. Having her plot against the kids was another reason I kinda pushed her aside too, but I'm still thankful she gave them the WM pen (because who knows where they would all be without it). Seeing her and Cecile just act like normal kids and talk about their dreams though, that did it for me. They're both precious!

Anyways, after Grandma forced them to watch some other girl die after a failed escape attempt, due to her heart chip, our girls proceed with their plan, as they make stealing Grandma's watch top priority, lest they end up like the poor girl who just lost her life. Krone manages to successfully claim the watch at the perfect opportunity.. only to be completed fooled.

Not only by the watch, which ends up being just a normal tracker, but by Cecile herself. Needless to say, that I also felt betrayed by this girl because damn it! How could you?! I swear, I just started to like this chick!

I had my doubts before. I knew it was too good to be true that even if these two girls had history together, that it meant absolutely nothing in a harsh environment like this, and Cecile takes great pride in reminding us of that.

It's because of this betrayal that we finally see the Krone we became so familiar with upon her transfer back to GF. Can't really blame her though. To find out that the only person you could trust suddenly turned on you for their own personal gain? Yeah, that's painful. No wonder she had to harden her heart.

I once thought of Krone's plan of taking down Isabella was foolish, (because that woman is an absolute queen and you need all the luck in the world if you wanted to accomplish that) but she had the utmost confidence she could pull it off because she has done it before to her once best friend. With survival as her main goal, Krone wastes no time in selling out Cecile as the mastermind to their escape plan.

Fantastic. She's learning how to take out her competition, thus granting her better chances at becoming a sister or mom. Good for her right? Sure, but also, wrong! TPN then decides to do what it does best: get me emotional, because poor Cecile did all of that just to help Krone survive! She saw how unguarded and scared Krone was upon joining the sister academy. She then vowed, as her older sibling, to protect and prepare her for the cruel reality of this world by teaching her how to be ruthless and survive. (though i'm sure there could've been easier way to accomplish this? like i know only one chick was gonna survive from their class but holy hell, did you have to go through such extremes?)

As if the newest member of the self-sacrifice club didn't upset me enough, they decide to give us this sky scene that is only gonna hit my feels harder whenever I decide to watch episode 8 back again..

Aahh.. I love all these extra chapters we've been getting, truly, but must they always make me feel bad for these characters? These girls deserved so much better! I'm sad. I think Cecile is great. Her methods are a bit extreme but her heart was in the right place.. and now they're both in a better place, ha.

(we're getting an extra chapter for isabella sometime in the future as well and if it's gonna be another sad backstory, then i'm so not ready for it.. i already know i'm gonna cry. i love that woman.)

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #tpn krone #tpn cecile #sister krone #cecile #chidoroki used chatter

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thatgirlwritingficsatnight · 4 years ago

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Odi et Amo I

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior

Catullus, 85

After a few years of working in the USA for Disney and playing the role of The White Fox in Marvel Cinematic Universe you came back to your motherland - Korea only to be greeted with hatred and contempt. To make things harder for you the universe sends you the most irritating neighbour ™. Will you be able to find your happiness and accomplish your dream of becoming loved actress in Korea without complying with standards of patriarchal society?

pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

genre: actor au

warnings: angst, foul language (please don’t read it if you’re not old enough)

words: 5582

A/N: Hi this is my first fanfic ever, and so there are few things I have to say before you hopefully enjoy reading it. 1. English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors. I’m sorry, perhaps in the future there will be someone to proofread my works. 2. I’m terribly sorry for my interpunction :( for some reason they don’t teach it here and so it may be terrible. I am reading about it more but it’s not easy for me as I haven’t practiced enough. I’m really sorry if it’s awkward. 3. This was supposed to be long oneshot, but I was told not all people enjoy long reads on tumblr like I do, so I decided to make a miniseries out of it. Let me know if you enjoyed it and if you want me to write some scenarios, or post more of my works (i have a lot of them in the depths of my drive lol). Love, thatgirlwritingficsatnight.

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You sat in spacious sofa in your old apartment in Korea. A sigh leaving your lips as you looked through the headlines.

"The black sheep of Korean show biz comes back after four years in USA"

"Whose heart will she eat now? National heartbreaker came back to Korea"

"Go back to USA you wh*re! - internet went wild over L/N Y/N"

"L/N Y/N comes back in outrageous style"

Most of them were a summary or perhaps a reminder for k-netizens why they should hate you; it's because you dated who you wanted to and for how long you wanted to, it's because this one time in the talk show you told off male host when he kept asking about your private life and because the other time you told another one to stop giving you all the questions about clothes and make up while your male co-star got to answer some deep questions about character development and that's to name the few reasons that came instantly to your mind. Of course some articles had to focus on your airport fashion too. The conservative Korean society had a problem with your bra, or rather a lack of thereof under your designer t-shirt. You left out an irritated groan as you scrolled to the comments. They were vicious and vulgar, you don't know what else did you expect honestly. You tossed the phone and buried your face in your hands fighting the urge to tweet something about the nasty people and how they should keep their antediluvian opinions to themselves. You sighed again perhaps if you were in a different country you'd do that, but here with systematic misogyny, where women were supposed to always smile and nod their heads, here where they got paid 60% of men's pay... you'd most likely be crucified. Then again who if not you would come to your defense? You knew the answer — no one, that realization was enough to anger you even more. The blood was boiling inside you as you snatched your phone back and went into Twitter silently mouthing apologies to your manager who'd be blowing your phone in just a few minutes.

"Yes, I don't wear bras. No, it's not a topic for your article nor your problem. I also know it may shock some people but my dating life is not a topic for your entertainment either."

"It baffles me how Korean society thinks its country is in the group of one of the most civilized ones but still treats women as if we were stuck in 50s."

Your phone was already blowing with notifications, you could see some new articles already popping and soon after that it buzzed as your manager tried to reach you. You silenced your phone and left it on the coffee table while you moved to the kitchen. You got yourself a lamp of wine and watched always busy streets of Seoul from a window. It was already dark and it looked like rivers of light with cars and street lights constantly illuminating them. You were deep in your thoughts as you pondered if you made a good decision. You had a good life in California. You had your best friend there, a house with a pool and many good opportunities for roles you declined. In those four years you became an international star after your role as Marvel's White Fox — a gumiho superhero. You knew in a year or two Disney would ask you to come back to make more movies and most likely you would but you couldn't stay in the USA any longer. Somehow, even though it seemed illogical considering the warm welcome you've got, you still missed your home. You missed Korea the country that loved to hate you. You weren't exaggerating when you said they loved to hate you, for instance you always played villains in Korean films and dramas and the Korean audience loved it. They loved to hate your characters and so every time you tried to audition for a role that would be first or second lead you'd always be cast as the villain. The very first time you played a good character was when you portrayed the White Fox for Marvel, they chose you because you were half American (on your father's side) and because you used to play femme fatales and that was kinda the character. You accepted the role secretly hoping that it would change the way Korea has seen you. It didn't. They said you were too Westernised and that you weren't true Korean and had their own perfect casting with actresses that weren't as scandalous as you. Well, at least the rest of the world loved you. Nonetheless, you came back. You still weren't sure if it was a good idea or for how long, or even if you'd work here or just relax; you were just happy you could eat unhealthy convenience store food whenever you felt like and that kimchi was a standard and not something you'd only find in specific shops. Speaking of, you craved some ramyun with cheese and perhaps some yakult as well. You changed your clothes into a pair of black sweats and a black hoodie and chose to wear a black cap and face mask as well. You checked yourself in a huge mirror in the corridor. Your outfit screamed two things: first was "I am a crazy murderer from drama" and and second "look at me I'm a celebrity". You sighed. Honestly what else could you wear? You decided not to change and went out to the nearest convenience store.

You walked slowly taking your time to get to the store while listening to Def Soul hoping lazy beats would calm your nerves. You bopped your head to the rhythm as you entered the store and went straight into ramyun section. You picked your favourite spicy one and grabbed some cheese, yakult and cherry coke. The girl working there seemed really young and you caught her yawning. She apologized and you smiled warmly although she probably couldn't see it through the mask.

"Don't worry about it I'm tired today as well." you said, and she smiled. You paid with a card and regretted not withdrawing any money so that you could tip her. You remember when you were just a bit younger than her, working in similar way but back in the USA; she’d appreciate extra cash. You took the ramyun to prepare it and hummed as you waited for the noodles to get soft. Food always got you to feel better. You were spreading cheese on your noodles when middle-aged men entered the shop. Soon you'd believe it's not your night or perhaps that you got some bad karma, or that you were just cursed. The men came up to the cashier and asked for a pack of cigarettes. You were about to slurp the first noodles when he spoke.

"When will you finish your shift cutie maybe I can pick you up?" He chuckled and the girl tried to smile politely although anyone with eyes could see how uncomfortable she felt. She tried to decline his advances with a small scared voice clearly she was too young to feel comfortable enough to just curse him out.

"You sluts are always the same. You smile at me flirt with me and then act all fucking.."

"Aish!" you didn't let him finish. And he turned your way surprised someone else was in the store. "I lost all appetite," you dropped the chopsticks next to the bowl and moved your gaze at the male: disgust was rolling off from you in waves, and he flinched upon meeting your eyes, "then again who wouldn't if they had to eat in the presence of trash?" You watched as his face got all red and furious, it seemed almost twisted now. "How dare you speak like that to me, you bi..." once again he couldn't finish his sentence this time you silenced him with your swift actions. You closed the distance between the two of you and grabbed his hand firmly. Then you put it behind his back and twisted it painfully enough for him to groan.

"Call me a bitch, I dare you." you said quietly, but he didn't respond, he just jerked trying to escape your hold. He smelled like tobacco, digested alcohol and grease. You scrunched your nose and took him out of the store. You pushed him lightly, and yet he still lost balance and fell. He shot you a glare full of hate and fury while you tried to remain calm. Truth to be told you were scared, yes you jumped in to help the girl, and successfully silenced him, but that was most likely only because he wasn't sober. You were silently asking universe to help you out as you mustered your courage and played your part of "fearless Y/N”.

"Leave or I'll call the police and tell them you harassed both me and the girl." He stood up and spit under your legs before he left. You sighed, a tight knot unravelling itself finally in your belly, adrenaline that was brought up with the surge of fury disappearing now, leaving you bit wobbly. You made mental note to thank the director of The White Fox for making you take those material arts classes, they came in handy. You came back to the store, you didn’t pay attention to the girl that watched you in awe. You just wanted to enjoy your noodles. Finally, able to take the bite you let out disgusted groan they got too soft. Letting out resigned sigh you opened the yakult.

"Miss Y/N.." small voice started next to you. The girl was blushing and smiling. She was cute, had long brown hair and a mole just under her left eye. You smiled back and it seemed to encourage her. "Thank you. You are like the coolest unnie ever. I will always support you and fight anyone that calls you names and.." You chuckled at her eagerness and sudden flood of words. "Thanks kid. What's your name? "Kim Seoyun." "Nice to meet you Kim Seoyun. I'm L/N Y/N." you said with a smile, and she blushed even more. You looked through the window and bit the inside of your cheek. What if he comes back when you're gone, you couldn’t risk it. "Tell me Seoyun when do you end your shift?" She took out a phone from her pocket. "Oh, in ten minutes." "Great I'll wait for you and order you a taxi." "Ah, unnie you don't have to… you already helped me enough and.." "Nonsense", you cut her off "he may come back and I'll sleep better knowing you are safe at home."

She nodded and came back to work. Leaving you with your soggy and lukewarm noodles. You thought about throwing it out but you hated wasting food and so you made yourself eat at least a bit although now it was cold and awfully soft. Ten minutes passed rather quickly and soon you found yourself standing next to the taxi with Seoyun. You gestured her to get in, but she stood in front of you and suddenly bowed deeply while extending her hands in front of you. Much to your surprise she was giving you a popsicle.

"Y/N-unnie I know it's not much but I wanted to thank you..."

You grinned at her while taking the gift. You quickly unwrapped it and tried it, it was strawberry flavoured.

"Thank you. It's the best popsicle I've ever had." You said honestly. Seoyun blushed and entered the car but before the taxi took off she lowered the car window and screamed.

"Y/N-unnie from today I'm your biggest fan! Unnie fighting!" You laughed.

"Mmm. Thank you!" After that car took off and you happily walked back home. Earphones in, phone in your hand as you decided to order some food since the ramyun sadly haven't been quite satisfying. You slurped at the popsicle even though it was the time of year when nights got colder. The taste of strawberries melted on your tongue. It was the first time someone in Korea told you they were your fan, it was also the first time a Korean fan gave you a gift. Despite the chilly air, and cold ice against your lips you felt warmth spreading from your chest. Grinning to yourself, you scrolled through different restaurants still thinking of what should you eat and then you bumped into someone or rather someone bumped into you. Popsicle fell to the ground and so did your phone with earphones brutally torn out from your ears. The man who bumped into you was in a very similar attire as your own he even wore a mask and a cap. You frowned upon realizing the gift from your first Korean fan was melting next to you. You were however about to apologize before he spoke in irritated tone while collecting some boxes scattered around you two.

"Next time watch where you're going." The blood inside you boiled the third time this evening and you snapped back at him before he could add anything else.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going." your tone was so aggressive it was clear all of the frustrations from today's evening build up in you. You gathered your things quickly.

"Excuse me..." he said straightening as he glared at you. His tone was promising a fight or a lecture at least. You didn't feel like any of that so once again today you didn't let someone finish their sentence, a habit of yours as it seems.

"Apologies accepted, asshole." you said fiercely and left him standing there with his stupid boxes in a state of shock. You got into the elevator and decided not to pay anyone any more of your thoughts tonight. You smiled at wooden popsicle stick and quickly forgot about the man downstairs.

Jinyoung was still shocked but also amused by your witty comeback. He knew he reacted upon his emotions when he was rude to you. He was just angry that he had to move the second time in the last two months. Sasaengs somehow found out about his last apartment in which he lived for only two weeks and just started feeling at home. Few days ago they found him, and he was harassed once again. Tired and angry he acted without thinking when you bumped into him and his belongings scattered. He wanted to apologize right away but you growled back at him, and he got irritated, so he wanted to lecture you or at least tell you not to interrupt other people when they are speaking, but you did just that and in very smart matter at that as well. Now Jinyoung was riding an elevator trying to pinpoint your face, he was sure he had seen you somewhere already. He entered his flat and sighed as he realized he had to unpack once again. He decided it could wait till morning.

You were woken up by both pounding and drilling in the wall behind your head. With long groan you pulled a pillow over your head but it didn't help much. You checked the time on your phone. It was seven thirty in the morning and you couldn't fall asleep till three - courtesy of your jet lag. You tried to ignore it hoping that you were sleepy and tired enough to fall asleep, unfortunately to no avail.

"Who the hell does the renovation on Saturday morning?" you asked your own walls with furious tone. You left the bed deciding to speak with the person next door. You didn't even bother to change from your PJ or brush your teeth, or hair, or even to throw something over yourself. You left your apartment in your bunny pyjama set, a gift from your best friend. Soon you were pounding angrily at the door. It took quite some time before the drilling inside stopped and someone opened the door. The man who opened seized you up and down with his eyes and coughed in his fist diverting his gaze somewhere else.

"Can I help you?" he asked his voice was a bit distressed. "I sure hope you can. It's Saturday seven in the morning." you were fuming, and he finally looked at you although he kept his eyes stuck to your face. "Ah... thank you for informing me. Are you working as personal calendar and clock for all of your neighbours or am I on some special treatment?" he asked sarcastically and smirked which made you: first bewildered and second even more mad if that's possible. "Let me rephrase that for you: it's Saturday, early morning and you are drilling in a wall." "Well, technically it was Mr Ahn who was drilling, I was enjoying myself with a book." He clearly enjoyed teasing you, there was this gleam in his eyes. "Don't you think that's a bit too early for a renovation?" your voice was seething with venom although you tried to keep your cool. "Quite contrary. I checked with the building manager, and I am only supposed to keep quiet between ten p.m and seven a.m. as you can see I even waited thirty minutes." He smiled at you and in that second you hated him, his stupid brown hair, strangely symmetrical face, weirdly tight cardigan and the fact that you couldn't do much since he was in the right. You just turned on your heels ready to storm off back to your flat when he spoke again. "Ah, and might I add I just love your fashion sense." he raised one brow and his eyes once again travelled through your body. "Excuse me?"

"Apologies accepted." Your face went from frowned and angry to shocked in a second, and he laughed at your reaction before closing the doors and leaving you cursing yourself, your luck and your best friend who thought it would be cute to buy you pyjama set which contained of hoodie with ears and a bunny tail and some shorts.

You entered your apartment, deep red setted on your face from both anger and embarrassment. As soon as you closed the doors the drilling continued. You cursed under the breath and went to shower. You stood long under the stream letting the water wash away both dirt and emotions. Once you were clean and ready for the day you’ve decided to ditch your flat for now since it was too loud for you anyway. This time you went for less sporty look but still all black. It was a turtleneck, slacks, martens and a beret. Chic and comfortable. You did your makeup and hair and went out for breakfast. The car was already waiting for you when you got downstairs. You pulled a black mask over your face and greeted the driver who didn't talk much and so you didn't have to worry about the small talk. You scrolled through your phone checking the messages you got from your manager — there was about twenty of them and somehow each was written with different emotion: rage, irritation, sadness, hopelessness and so on. You sighed knowing that you should probably apologize for the troubles you caused him. Then again what were you supposed to do, not react when half of this country is calling you names? You signed back in your Twitter only to be greeted by thousands of notifications. Most of which were trolls and haters commenting on your tweets with occasional death threats in your DMs. You tried your very best not to read each and every comment knowing that even though you were strong it still affected you. You were; however, positively surprised when you found some supporting voices. There was your best friend (obviously) who fiercely defended you and called out everyone on their bull, he even threatened legal action and you smiled brightly at his tweets, but there were also few Korean celebrities who took your side and defended you as well. Most importantly there were few normal people, fans perhaps, who applauded you and thanked for speaking out. You smiled when you saw user "Y/NUnnieFandomPresidentSeoyun" somewhere in your notifications. Somehow traffic was still bad even on weekend and it took you forty minutes to get to the café you had in mind. Once you got there however you didn't regret time spend on travel. It was café in quiet part of town, it wasn't very popular since it wasn't in Gangnam but because of that it was one of your favourites. No paparazzi, no dispatch, no other celebrities.

The place itself wasn't very big but it had huge windows and was located in front of the park so you could easily grab a coffee and go for a walk or just stay inside and watch people and kids spending their time at the park. The interior wasn't anything special either, it wasn't one of those Instagram worthy cafés. It had simple modern style. You came in and ordered coffee and some toasts and sat in front of the window. There were few people inside so you sat without your mask freely and wondered if your friend was already sleeping. It was around nine here so in Los Angeles it was probably midnight. You texted him asking if he's sleeping, and he just responded by facetiming you right away. His black hair was still wet from shower, and he wasn't wearing any shirt.

"Yah! Y/N-ah!" he scolded you immediately. "How dare you not text or call your best friend for over a day. Do you know how worried I was?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"It's not like you contacted me either. And put some clothes on Tuan."

"Never. I know you secretly love watching my chest."

"Gross. Anyway.. I haven't called because I was tired yesterday, you know jet lag and all of that, so don't get mad at me."

"How are you now?" His playfulness was replaced by concern and it was clear he wasn't really asking about the quality of your sleep which was in fact terrible thanks to your lovely neighbour.

"I'm fine." He gave you the look. "Really. Honestly I didn't expect anything better from what I got, so I'm fine Mark."

"I shouldn't have let you go. You know what? Those people don't deserve you. Come back to the USA and let's live together again I'll even cook. Or I can come to you I'll fight them and keep you company. I'm can easily stream from there.." You giggled at him and he grinned. "You know I'm serious though you can come back I already miss you anyway. God, I should have married you maybe you wouldn't leave me Y/N-ah..." he was whiny again and you laughed. It was an inside joke between you. Both yours and his parents would always tell you to just marry already but neither of you felt anything romantic towards the other one. You'd known each other since you were two and both of you had treated each other like siblings ever since.

"You should have and now it's too late. I'll find myself new victim and feast on their heart like a true gumiho I am." you said in theatrical manner while munching on your toast.

"Honestly who the fuck writes those articles?"

"I don't know but I'm pretty sure... Oh my god. You've got to be kidding me." you said and tried to lower your face down so that the person passing in front of the window you've been sitting by couldn't see you.

"What? What? Is that paparazzi? Your ex? Is that paparazzi rented by your ex?" You frowned at your friend.

"What? No? It's my asshole neighbour." "Never heard of him. Why are we hiding anyway? You can just tell him to back off. Last time I checked you were great at that." He showed you two thumbs up and smiled broadly. "I'm hiding because I'm embarrassed and I don't want to talk to him." "Why?" he laughed. "What did you do?" "I didn't do anything it was that stupid PJ you got me..." you whispered at him while trying to make yourself as small as possible. "Oh my god. One day in Korea and you already got yourself a one-night stand. This is not how I raised you. What would your mother say?" he teased you and giggled. "For the love of... it's not like that." you said angrily a bit too loud perhaps since the men in question who was just ordering by the counter turned around and looked you dead in the eyes. His neutral expression changing to surprised before it transformed to smirk. You cursed yourself and Mark and bowed your head slightly and awkwardly before you turned around to face your now laughing friend.

"You should see your face."

"Shut up. I hate you."

"You love me."

"What a surprise." Third voice spoke up by your side and you cringed a little before you put on your cold mask on.

"A surprise indeed." You said, your neighbour moved his eyes from your face to the screen of your phone carefully placed against the glass. Mark was still there, still half naked and smirking at you.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes."

"No." you and Mark said at the same time and you send him death glare regretting that you couldn't kick him right now. "I was about to go to sleep anyway. Love you."

He disappeared without waiting for your response. You let out soft sigh and reach out for phone.

"Do you mind if I join you?" The man was already sitting next to you. He was smiling at you and perhaps any other person would say it was a warm type of smile but you felt like he was mocking you. Constantly. You straightened up in your seat and eyed him closely. He was wearing the same tight cardigan, it was accentuating his broad frame and muscles hidden underneath soft, brown cashmere and simple but well fitted blue jeans. You had to admit he was handsome and had somehow angelic face which only made you cringe once you compared it to his personality or at least to what he showed you already. "I don't think that's a good idea." You said after a pause, his expression didn't change for a second, and he sipped on coffee that blushing waitress brought a few seconds ago. "How so?" His voice was sweet and melodic, it irritated you even more. "I am a celebrity, there might be an article about me having coffee with you tomorrow." You kept your tone intentionally bored as you played with the spoon. He laughed and you changed your mind his speaking voice couldn't be called melodic when his laughter sounded so beautifully.

"That's funny. I'm celebrity as well I think I'll survive." It wasn't surprising at all, he was too good-looking to not be an idol, a model or an actor perhaps. You held back another sigh. You could already see the headlines "Y/N attacks again will this man keep up with her appetite" or perhaps "One day in Korea, and she already dates — check out Y/N and her new boy toy". "Yeah I doubt it." you said but quickly added. "Weren't you supposed to renovate your apartment anyway?" "I left it to Mr Ahn it got too loud for me to read in peace."

"I can imagine." Sarcasm was basically dripping from your tongue which only seemed to amuse him even more. His eyes were now twinkling and you thought that he must be a devil in disguise. "I must say it's very lucky that I met you here. What are the odds, right?" "Ah I wouldn't call it lucky, that's for sure." You were currently planning how to escape from this conversation. "So how about we get to know each other a bit better?" He proposed with a warm smile. "I don't think so. I don't even know you." "Oh. That's harsh you do know me. I'm your neighbour and this is our third meeting." He placed a hand over his heart and frowned in pain and you wondered how can one still look handsome while frowning before he continued. "Besides I can fix that. I'm Park Jinyoung nice to meet you. See now we know each other." You fought and urge to roll your eyes and you summoned the most polite looking smile you had in your arsenal. Your phone rang before you could say anything and you've never been more happy to see your manager's face appearing on your screen.

"I'm sorry I have to take it." you said politely, and he just nodded. "Oh I wasn't expecting you to pick up." "Ah manager-nim don't be like that I haven't been picking up only for one day." "Why are you so polite are you with someone?" "Yes." You glared at Jinyoung, he was watching you with a smile with coffee in his hand. "Ok, I can call later." "No!" you almost screamed and cleared your throat trying to remain composure. "No, it's fine." "O-ok. Do you have time today? We should meet and talk I just got something that may interest you. It's really nice drama. I know you said you don't want to play in any of those romantic stories but hear me out this one is..." you'd roll your eyes if not for your neighbour's curious eyes. "Of course when and where will we meet?" You decided to cut off his rumbling. "Really? Before departure, you said you won't play in any stupid drama again." "Ah, I see. I did say that. We should meet today, text me the address then." Hanging up on him, you hoped he got the brains to follow up with text. He thankfully did and your phone barked. Jinyoung laughed again and you gave him confused look. "Did your phone just bark at you?" You blushed against yourself. Was it so weird to have a dog's bark as your message sound? "Ah... yes. I like dogs." You cringed on yourself. Somehow today in front of this man you were constantly losing your cool. He either irritated you or made you flustered enough to forget any eloquent comebacks or eloquence at all. "Anyway it was nice meeting you Jinyoung-ssi but I have to meet up with my manager."

"Oh you're leaving without even properly introducing yourself?" He cocked a brow on you and smirked. You stood up and looked at him coldly. "I'm sorry I don't feel the need." You were about to leave before he spoke again. "Ah… running already... startled... like a true bunny. Come to think of it... it does have a nice ring into it, doesn't it? Bunny. It suits you and you even have a costume already." His voice was so extremely mocking that you felt the irritation buzzing in you like electricity. Not to mention he spoke so loudly the waitress that was blushing at him before now listened carefully. You groaned internally. What if she writes about it somewhere. Media won't let you live especially that he is your neighbour they'd say he is already in love with you. And "bunny" was such a couple pet name. You were in the midst of your internal crisis before he decided to speak again.

"Have nice day bun.." You reacted before you thought, your hand slapped against his mouth before he could say anything more. His eyes got bigger, he was clearly shocked that you were so close to him, that you touched him and that you didn't really care about your language. You on the other had were fuming. You've met your fair share of fuckboys, assholes and idiots but not one of them that had similar status to yours acted with such insolence in public where other people could see you. Well, almost none, perhaps your ex was the only one. You kept your voice quiet, loud enough only for him to hear.

"Shut up. And watch your tongue before I pull it out because the universe be my witness I will and I'll do it with pleasure. My name is not kitten, bunny or any other pet name your buffoon head comes up with. It's Y/N. My name is bloody Y/N." You hissed out and his hand reach out to yours. It was hot from coffee and soft even though his grasp was firm. He took your hand of his mouth and smiled.

"Nice to meet you."

You took a step back and send him the look that must have looked like you were trying to shoot daggers at him.

"I'm sure it is. Now if you excuse me. I don't want to be late."

You rushed to counter to pay only to find out it was already taken care of by Jinyoung. You furrowed your brows and wanted to give him his money back instantly but your phone buzzed and it was your cue to leave. The driver was here.

To Mark 🐰 💙 : One day Tuan... you'll pay for this betrayal

From Mark 🐰 💙 : ILY 2 good night. P.S. He seemed hot 👀

You rolled your eyes how hot was he didn't matter if his sole personality drove you crazy only after three brief meetings. You sighed. This was not how you wanted to spend this day: enraged twice and on your way to see your manager.

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wisteria-lodge · 4 years ago

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lion primary + slightly burnt lion secondary (badger secondary model) (bird secondary model)

i hope you’re having an amazing day!! here’s my SHC dilemma:

i know my primary is lion, and it feels a little exploded, at that, but at least i know what’s up. but im still extremely confused about my secondary. i tried looking through other submissions, but i didn’t really find anything i vibed with 100%, but then again i have adhd and im really struggling going through all that text, it just kinda blurs together at some point

so, my secondary. taking the test, i always get burnt, often with a vague hint towards bird. at first i immediately adopted that and decided i was a burnt bird, but the more i go the less that feels right to me and i think it might be some sort of model.

Yeah. “doesn’t feel right.” Definitely see the Lion in your sorting.

working by elimination, im pretty certain im not a snake secondary. that ish doesn’t even sound real to me, i know there are people like this because i know a couple, but it’s just so weird to me that some people are just able to improvise so effectively, and seemingly change themselves like that, and they?? enjoy it?? it does sound dope, like i admire it, but wtf.

Lion secondaries can get very *does not compute* when trying to get their head around Snake secondaries. I’m considering Lion for you.

i do act differently in different situations or with different people, but i don’t think i have “personas” as much as degrees of awkwardness

I see the burnt secondary. You’re definitely talking yourself down here. But the way you talk about “degrees of awkwardness” does make me think about the way Lion secondaries “change faces” by modulating intensity.

depending on how much my anxiety is acting up, and the more anxious i am, the more i act like a doormat and revert to the proper manners i was taught, but like… that’s not me, and it’s not done on purpose, i don’t enjoy it.

Looks like somebody’s got an unhealthy Badger secondary model.

it feels gross not to be able to act like myself, whatever the hell that is.

And you didn’t vibe with the Lion descriptions? This is the first time I’m reading though this and… very interested to get to the part where you talk about why you think you’re not a Lion.

im also convinced im not a bagder - my mother is, and there are a lot of those in my community, so i was raised thinking that was the best way to be, an ideal to work towards, but it’s just not comfortable for me, i don’t wanna do it.

Yeah, this would that unhealthy Badger secondary model you were talking about. ^

i don’t even think i *can* do it. i mean, “showing up and doing the work” is pretty hard with adhd, and not even the most efficient way of getting stuff done (at least for me), and thinking of the group and what i can do in that group is annoying. also i get that asking for help is important sometimes but it still feels like that’s just admitting i can’t figure out how to do it myself, which, yikes (don’t come at me i know it’s unhealthy)

Hey, breathe. It’s okay. Nobody is going to make you be a Badger secondary. Clearly you’ve spent enough time struggling under the weight of a model that doesn’t suit you, and now you’re pushing back against everything Badger extra hard.

id rather find a group im a good fit for instead of molding myself to please others.

See, that’s an exaggerated, caricatured way of conceptualizing how a Badger secondary works… but I’m not surprised that you think about it that way.

whatever i do, it needs to come from me.

… you’ve got a very loud Lion secondary.

anyway im somewhere between lion and bird, and at first i thought i was a bird because i do in fact fricking love learning everything i can, i wouldn’t naturally call it “collecting”, i’m just doing whatever’s interesting in the moment

You mean you learn by improvising? :) Like a Lion? :)

but sure, why not - i like collecting languages, knowledge about different cultures, books, music, space, countries, medicine, anything and everything, and i sometimes spend hours researching random stuff that im never actually gonna use “just in case im stranded in the wilderness and need to make soap” you feel? but it’s not actually because i think it might be useful (though i do get random bouts of anxiety over not knowing how to do certain stuff “in case” even though the probability id need them is infinitesimal).

Loving knowledge does not make you a Bird secondary. I’m hearing you talk about about a thing you do for fun, and - this is key - a thing you use as a mechanism to cope with anxiety. ADHD can sometimes make you feel very scattered, going too fast, and your Bird is giving you [the illusion of] control. And I’m not going to knock that. The illusion of control is important.

i just like knowing things and being able to use those things to do stuff. i wanna be “that guy” you can come to with the most obscure problem and they’d have some way of dealing with it. doesn’t that sound pretty bird?

Okay. Here’s the deal. You like Bird secondaries. You think they’re cool, and badass. Maybe you’d like to be one. But I’m still not at all convinced you are. I haven’t heard you use it to solve problems.

but i can’t actually do that stuff. i think i used to, when i was a teenager? but depression and undiagnosed adhd kinda kicked my ass, among a few other things, and now i don’t really have the brain power for it and i feel like im not actually able to learn things as well, or to even think straight.

Wow. That is some burnt secondary talk. I can’t do things.

(I promise you, people with ADHD have absurd brain power, and can learn things crazy well, although not in the same way as neurotypicals. You are right about not thinking straight, which I am interpreting as “in a straight line.” ADHD people think in webs and corkscrews and I love it.)

or if i did, i can’t learn as *many* things as i need to feel accomplished? which idk what you think but it kinda just sounds like burnt bird to me.

Feeling like the secondary you have isn’t good enough can be a Burnt thing... but feeling like you need to manifest a specific secondary *more* (which is what this feels like) is usually a sign of a model.

but here’s the thing. all of those sound real nice. and cool. and a good way of doing things, maybe even the “right” way, even though i know that’s subjective. but lion just feels more comfy, and idk if that’s because im a burnt bird modeling lion or if it’s smth else.

… you mean… like being… a Lion?

cause the “collecting skills and knowledge to solve problems” thing sounds cool, but it’s actually more just the first part that i vibe with? the part where i get to learn stuff! but when actually solving problems, i don’t usually think too long, i just vibe. i see where my instinct is taking me and i apply reason *after* that, or like, as a secondary, support thing. im not a dumbass either, im good at puzzles and logic problems, i can totally think things through and use my skills! but that’s not really how i approach problem-solving. i just jump into the situation and see what part of it is closest and start there, or what’s convenient, or what just feels right or nicer or whatever.

This is a perfect description of a Lion secondary with a supportive Bird model. Like a LOT of neurodivergent people (hi!) you built yourself some scaffolding using the Bird toolbox.

and on one hand it could be that im not confident in my skillset enough to do things the bird way, but on the other hand, thinking back to my childhood and teenage years, when i had better executive skills and i wasn’t as completely scatterbrained as i am I now (i was, but not as bad in some ways), i still did this? like, all of my major life decisions where made on the spot based on instinct and nothing else

I’m definitely seeing the Lion primary come though as well.

whenever i have a problem of the interpersonal sort i just face it and talk to the person and don’t bother hiding or sugarcoating things even if it means hurting that person because i don’t want to lie or come off as something i’m not, when i need to work on a project i don’t bother planning, i just jump in and a strategy forms in an organic way as i go, you know what i mean? isn’t that what this “charging” business means?

Yes.

anyway i have no idea which one is a model and which one is actually mine. i love learning things but i don’t care about actually using them. i mean i like it, of course, but it’s whatever. planning is tedious and it kinda gives me validation because im meant to be “smart” and i guess planning is what smart people do, but it’s annoying and nothing ever goes exactly to plan anyway so you just have to pause and plan again or whatever, and that’s just so boring and frustrating??

I get that you like Bird secondaries, and I get that the picture of “smart person” in your head looks like a Bird secondary but just like… come on…

why not just do the damn thing?? and then what you have to do will be obvious anyway?? and sure, if you planned ahead, maybe you’d already know what you need to do and you’d have prepared it and you’d do it better, but who’s got the time for that?? i can’t use my brain like that! i need to live the thing before it actually feels real enough for me to think about solving it.

I have never read anything more Lion secondary in my entire goddamn life.

i hope this actually made sense and i gave enough relevant information, my head kinda feels jumbled right now. i mean it makes sense to me but i don’t know how this reads from an outside perspective. maybe i should have planned this like an essay or whatever lmao

thanks a lot for answering these & running this blog!!! it’s dope and you give really good insights and you’re just a super cool person!

<3 <3 <3

#LION SECONDARY #badger secondary model #bird secondary model #lion primary #sortme #sortinghatchats #wisteria sorts #submission

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years ago

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The Smiths

The biggest reason for young hybrids to aspire to attend Cassell College was to find their soulmate, the person who was like them, both in pedigree and in riches. Before classes start, the men have checked out the ladies and the ladies have checked out the men. Identifying the highest ranked students in class narrowed down the candidates, with the highest ranking male students coming out of the 3E being the prized stallions with the lowest rankings hoping to find something in the scraps left behind.

The Smith sisters were no different. Not only with spotless pedigrees, they had hefty bank accounts. In their early twenties, they were already accomplished business women, each one running their own real estate business, but not in housing, but in farmland. Each one of these women owned hundreds of acres where they grew maize which they traded to great success on the commodities market. To them, some rich city boy would likely not understand the importance of their business, thinking farming was a humble dirty practice. But the women, especially Celeste, understood that women like them were the ones who filled their rich bellies at night.

Now they had come out as Rank A and were fortunately seated next to the Rank S of the class on day one. Of course, they were going to plant their flags immediately next to him. But if the poor leftover stallions of Cassell College thought that they were going to hopefully go after two other sisters as scraps, they were sadly mistaken. There were no ‘scraps’ among the Smith Sisters.

“There! That’s the last of it!” Porsche slapped her hands together as she finished moving the last of three boxes that held Tigre’s meager belongings into his new room. He’d been living in the hospital for so long, but now his one bedroom was larger than even that. It was a spacious open plan with large windows and its own bathroom with a jacuzzi tub. Their dorm was located on the top floor of the newest dormitory building on campus.

At the first floor was the lobby and recreation area that included its own indoor pool and sauna, huge exercise room with state of the art equipment and a small theater to watch movies. There were arcades full of video game cabinets, ping pong and pool tables, and air hockey machines. There was even a salon and massage parlor. The building sat on a biking and walking trail and was quite near the library.

Porsche sat next to him on the king-size bed and handed him his tablet. “This is the college class registration portal where you choose your classes for the year. You have advanced classes because of your rank where you get the best teachers on any subject so pick whatever you like. First, you have to decide on your major.” She looked up at him with big bright brown eyes.

Tigre felt his heart suddenly skip a beat looking into those eyes, their delicately curling lashes, the rise and fall of her cheekbones. Her skin was perfect, smooth, and even. A rich shade of mahogany. “Major?”

“The direction of your study. You can’t just study everything. You have to pick a specific subject to pursue. You can change it later, but… it will just take you that much longer to graduate.”

Her fingers were topped with French manicures as she swept down to the Majors list. “Pick one.”

There were majors in Theology, Engineering, Chemistry, Alchemy… Tigre sighed. He didn’t know what many of these meant. “Is there one that has to do with fighting?”

He just remembered his vision had a lot of depictions of war. That was what dragons were known for and that’s what he wanted to be, a warrior, like a dragon.

“Fighting? So… you want to major in Martial Arts?” Porsche pulled her face into different surprised expressions. “Alright then. These will be your classes.” She tapped her finger on the screen.

“Taijiquan, Physical Education, Kendo, Tae Kwon Do, Brazilian Jujistu, Muy Tai…” She listed them off.

He didn’t know what any of these meant! “Yeah.” He said. “Sign me up for those.”

She laughed once. “You can’t take them all at once. They limit Phys Ed to four per year, so you can have energy for your core classes and not hurt yourself. So pick four.”

He had questions about each one but he figured it wouldn’t matter. He just picked the first four off the list.

“Okay then you have Battlefield training level 1 that all Cassell students have to attend here…” She ticked that off. “And then there’s your core classes. Right here.”

“Core Classes?” He asked, shocked. This was really adding up!

She looked at him reproachfully. “You can’t just join Cassell and be a meathead. You’ll be taking Norse Mythology 101, Dragon Lineages 101, and Alchemy 101.” She made a few more taps of her fingers and suddenly his schedule was lined up neatly in blocks of time on a calendar. “You’re kind of spacy so we’ll need to set some reminders.”

She now took the tablet completely out of his hands.

“Spacy?”

“It means you don’t keep track of things well.” She didn’t look up from the tablet. “You have to be reminded or you won’t do what you need to do or you’ll get overwhelmed and forget.”

“That’s true…” He admitted softly. After all, Toyama had to remind him to brush his teeth. How was he going to keep up with all of this?

She rewarded him with a smile. “Wisdom is with the modest!”

“Porsche…? What’s your major?” He asked her in a meek tone.

“I’m going into Dragon Physiology.” She said easily.

“Fizzy… ology…?”

“I study Dragon bodies.” She hands him back the tablet. “Okay, we’ll be going once we all change.”

“Where are we going?” He looks down at the tablet but she’d set the lock screen back on.

“Shopping, you need clothes and,” She stood up and paused to look him up and down “...a lot more stuff for classes and going out et cetera. Plus, we’re having a party tonight to celebrate our win.”

“We are?” Tigre said, amazed.

“Yep. We are.” Porsche sighed, wearily. “Ahhh… it’s so tiring, to be having to help you like this. So don’t make things difficult. We’re doing you a favor to help you out so you don’t get lost. Be sure to clean up after yourself and do what we ask alright?”

“Oh, of course! I really appreciate your help!” Tigre nodded earnestly.

She gave him an approving nod. “Good. I’ll be back in a bit.”

A grown man sharing a dorm with three rich single women would raise anyone’s eyebrows, but Tigre walked out of the building with them, not having much of a choice. The girls stepped into a sun that flashed off their ebony skin and crystalline handbags, in midriff baring blouses with low shoulders and jean shorts cut above their thighs. “You have a very hefty stipend but you’ve never touched money before so I’ll hold on to it for you.” Celeste says taking his Student ID card from him. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”

“Oh… okay. Thank you!” Tigre nodded.

Ruby glanced over and frowned. “It’s still his money…”

“He’s just going to waste it on something stupid because he doesn’t know what he needs.” Celeste shrugged. “You know how it is with people who get a lot of money after never having any. We, on the other hand, actually know what to do with it.”

A sleek dark blue Miata was parked in front of the building and they opened the door and got in.

“You do know about seatbelts right?” Porsche smiled as she got into the passenger side.

Before Tigre could answer, he was startled when the whole roof of the car started folding back! Ruby giggled behind her hand. Tigre returned her smile.

“If there’s something you want just ask for it.” Ruby said.

The engine roared to life and the three of them took off, weaving through the shining spires of Chicago. The sweet tones of R&B music played on the radio and Tigre stared upwards up the skyscrapers. The three girls put on dark glasses against the sunlight, their hair blowing in the wind.

They pulled up to a red light and idled.

“Hey girls! Got any room for me?” A voice shouted from the corner of the street. A man in a basketball jersey whistled from a jeep.

The girls paid him no mind.

“Oh come on, don’t be that way!”

The three girls all looked at each other in unison and then the light turned green and the car sped off.

“Does this happen a lot?” Tigre glanced behind him.

“All the time, honey. Get used to it.” Porsche lowered her glasses at him. “ You’re the luckiest guy in the world. Look at where you are. You’re in a car full of cute girls on a bright late summer day! What do you think is going to happen? Everyone wants to be you right now.”

“Don’t give him a big head.” Celeste rested her arm on the steering wheel. “I like him the way he is. Too many guys out there just think they’re entitled to our attention. We’re the ones who choose who we want. Has nothing to do with ‘luck’. We’re all the ‘luck’ he needs.” She looked into the rear view mirror. “You just sit back and relax and don’t mind the peanut gallery.”

They pulled into an upscale mall and walked in empty handed and walked out carrying three multicolored and multi sized bags on each arm. When they got back to the dorm, they started decorating with balloons and banners and bright lights. Bottles of alcohol were lined up on a minibar and glasses were arranged on the table.

These girls didn’t cook, they ordered food from the cafeteria to have it catered.

Ruby leaned over and turned up the heavy bass music and clapped her hands dancing in the middle of the living room. She grinned at Tigre and invited him to dance with her. He had no idea what to do but she encouraged him to ‘move to the beat’.

“By the way. Clubs. We’re joining Lionheart.” Celeste suddenly announced from the kitchen.

Tigre stopped mid-groove, hands awkwardly in the air. “We are?”

“Yeah, the people in Student Union are all uppity idiots that need to be taken down a peg. Senior Lu Mingfei is nice enough, but god, the people around him? Gag me. They’re entrenched in their stupid Euro-centric views and have no idea how the world works. But we have the other Rank S. And that’s gonna burn ‘em good.” Celeste crossed her arms. “That means we’ll be able to rise up the ranks pretty quick. It’s a sure win. There’s not enough people in Lionheart who can compete with us.”

She rolled her eyes at Tigre's stunned expression. “I’ll spell it out for you. You saw that fool, Robert. He walked right up to you as assumed you were going to want to lead Lionheart, all the while ignoring the triple threat sitting right in front of him. You’re not the one who is going to lead Lionheart. We are!”

Sure enough, a few hours later, the dorm was full of Lionheart members.

#Dragon Raja

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pointy-hat-witch · 3 years ago

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Title: ‘s fine

Show: One-Punch Man

Pairing: Genos/Saitama

TW: Domestic Abuse, Unhealthy Relationships

You can read it on AO3 if you want to! :)

Saitama was laying on the floor, supporting himself with on arm in which he also held the manga he was reading and scratched his butt with his other hand. It was silent except for the occasional chirp of cicadas in the late summer. Genos had been called to deal with a threat around an hour ago and should be back every minute now. Saitama was waiting for him patiently, hoping Genos wouldn’t forget to go grocery shopping on his way back, so they could eat dinner.

Well, if he wouldn’t be home in another half an hour, he would be on his way to help and then they could buy groceries together.

Just when he was staring out of the window, face blank, he heard the lock of the door being turned. It wasn’t that he felt happiness, but Genos had this effect on him that he didn’t feel not anything anymore. It was a welcomed change, Saitama thought.

He bend his head back, so his head was upside down, waiting for Genos to come into view and threw up his empty hand.

“Yo.”

Genos stood straight, “I’m back, Sensei”, came the formal reply before he put down the plastic bags. Saitama’s face lightened up.

“What’s for dinner?” He had already forgotten where he was in the manga as he put it back into place in the shelf. Oh well, he could always reread it. He yawned, both arms stretched wide above his head until he noticed the lack of reply.

“Oi, Genos”, Saitama said confused. He wasn’t worried or anything but it was unusual that Genos didn’t answer immediately. He got up and walked around the corner into the kitchen to find Genos fumbling with his arm, that spasmed slightly next to him.

“Oh”, Saitama leaned against the doorframe, “you got hurt?”

Genos startled as if he didn’t noticed Saitama coming. His face was cracked at the side as well, his right pupil jumping back and forth.

“Just a minor injury, Sensei”, Genos caught himself, “it will only take a few minutes for me to reconnect the defect junctions. Dinner will be ready right after.”

“Alright”, Saitama huffed, a little relieved. He walked back into the living space, turning on the TV to see a report on the monster Genos had fought. Said cyborg followed into the room with a small pouch of utensils to work on himself. Saitama only glanced at them shortly, not knowing what they were good for anyway.

Genos' back was turned to him as he muttered under his breath, carefully working on the connections in his face with the help of a mirror. Saitama could make out the self-deprecating insults his self-proclaimed disciple threw at himself.

He sighed. Saitama sure wasn’t one to preach about this, putting himself down more often than not, but something about Genos doing it rubbed him in the wrong way. He scooted a little closer before putting one hand on Genos shoulder. He didn’t know what he was about to say, he never knew, but until now it always kind of worked out anyway.

But before Saitama could even open his mouth, Genos' arm jerked again and shot up in a weird angle, hand clenched to a fist, and punched Saitama square in the face with its back.

Time stood still for a minute.

Saitama blinked. It didn’t hurt in the least, he even saw it coming and could’ve dodged or repelled it. But it somehow was so strange to have Genos of all people punch him that he couldn’t react.

Genos jerked around utter shock plastered over his face. “I sincerely apologize, Saitama-sensei. That was an accident. It doesn’t undo my action, however, please forgive me.” His eyes were wide open, staring almost afraid at his master.

“’s all good”, Saitama almost chuckled, “didn’t expect that one.” He patted Genos shoulder as he had intended. “Just take it easy, nothing to fret about.”

Genos worked silently on his repairs, if not a little ashamed. Saitama kept watching the news, scratching his stomach.

The next time Genos came home after a monster attack, he wasn’t injured at all. Saitama was pleased, even a little proud. Did Genos finally learn to take care of himself? Did he take some of his advice he actually meant to heart?

With a small smile on his lips, Saitama walked up to him, hands propped on his hips.

“Yo, Genos, I see you’re all well. How did it go?”

Genos head whipped up from where he took off his shoes and Saitama could have sworn, there was something in Genos’ eyes. Something … he couldn’t place it and before he could even think about it, it was gone.

“All went well, Sensei, thank you. Though, I wasn’t even able to fight as Tatsumaki arrived before me and took care of the monster all by herself.”

“Oh”, Saitama nodded, “well, anyway, you’re all good, that’s good.”

“Yes, sensei.” It sounded a little subdued, but Saitama just shrugged it off and walked back to his futon. “How about lunch?”

“Very well”, Genos answered. And not soon later, Saitama heard Genos rummage through the cupboards to get his utensils.

“Oh, yeah”, he muttered under his breath, thinking about the funny commercial about sponges and he just needed to tell Genos about it. He walked up to the kitchen, standing in the doorframe.

He didn’t really notice Genos’ tense shoulders and slightly stiffer movements. “Oi, Genos, listen to th-“

“I’m sorry, Sensei, could I please cook in silence?”

“Uh”, Saitama was stunned for a moment. Genos had never brushed him off like this. “Yeah, sure. You alright?”

“Of course, Sensei. Please.”

“Yeah, yeah”, Saitama sauntered back slowly, a small pout on his lips. Genos was definitely in a bad mood. And this commercial had been really funny, it definitely would lighten up his mood. He turned back around.

“Just, real quick, Genos. Listen to-“ He saw the metallic fist, saw it almost in slow motion and this time he saw the anger that flickered for a friction of a second over Genos face, before the metal collided with his cheek. Again, it didn’t hurt but just the action alone, Genos’ punching him, him, rendered him motionless.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, Sensei!” Genos pulled his fist back, guilt flashing over his face. “I’m just … really not in a good mood.”

“’s fine.” Saitama blinked, slowly turning back around. What was he going to tell Genos again?

“It didn’t hurt anyway, did it?” Genos asked from the kitchen.

Saitama nodded absentmindedly. “No, it didn’t.”

The door slammed shut when Genos came back from his last HA call. It was only a meeting, S-Class Heroes apparently had to have them at least once a month and Genos repeatedly lamented over how boring they were. Saitama looked up from his cactus he was watering, cocking his head. It put him in a bad mood when Genos was in a bad mood, he rather saw him smiling, rambling about something-something-technical or humming as he cooked.

“Hey, Genos”, Saitama pulled the window close behind him, putting the watering can down. “How did it go? Boring?” His lips twitched as he tried to joke.

“Yes, sensei”, Genos pressed through tight lips. “And unnecessary. They actually want us to waste even more time to organize public events to grow closer to the population of each city.”

“Huh”, Saitama crunched his eyebrows, “well, here in Z City aren’t a lot of people anyway, so it’s one city less, am I right?”

“That’s not really a laughing matter, Sensei”, Genos shot back, clearly irritated.

“Mhm”, Saitama hummed, rocking on his feet back and forth. “Wanna see a movie to relax?”

“No”, Genos was sitting down at the coffee table, already scribbling furiously to clear his mind, “I need to brainstorm an event I can host.”

“Oh!” Saitama’s face brightened, plunging himself down next to his disciple. “I can help with that.”

“Sensei”, Genos shot him a glance, raising an eyebrow, “I know your intent is well but I think this is something I need to accomplish myself.”

“Oh”, Saitama pursed his lips, “yeah, sure.” He leaned back on one hand, looking around a little lost for a moment, then changed his mind and leaned forward again. “But I have this really good id-“

Genos’ hand shoved him back only slightly, but still even a slight shove by the cyborg could be considered hard by normal human standards. Good thing, Saitama wasn’t a normal human by any standards. Still, he let himself fall backwards, staring at the ceiling.

“Sensei!” Genos was over him in an instant, shocked that his shove could have actually do anything to him.

“’s fine”, Saitama waved him away. “Sometimes it’s better to let it out instead of letting it eat you up inside.”

“Y-yes, sensei. I apologize.” Genos bowed deeply until Saitama ruffled his hair.

“Don’t be”, he cocked a small smile, “I said it’s all fine. Feel a little better?”

Genos looked up, eyes still a little sad but he nodded. “Y-yes.”

“See?” Saitama turned on the TV, not moving from his position on the floor and soon he heard Genos writing again.

“… and that’s when the second sponge comes back, sliding down the pan to make a double flip into the water. And this time with boobs? Can you imagine what idiot even had the idea and was paid for it?!” Saitama laughed, head thrown back, clapping his thigh.

Genos was stirring the curry, listening dutifully in silence. He nodded here and there, throwing a glance over his shoulder to indicate that he was listening.

Saitama sighed and as he stood back up from bending over and as he wiped away a laughing tear, he knocked one of the bottles of spices over that were still standing on the counter. The small bottle tumbled down and neither of them could catch it before it landed on the kitchen floor, shattering on impact.

“Aw, man”, Saitama sighed, looking at the mess he made, “I’m getting a br-“

“Can’t you be more careful, sensei?” Genos sighed exasperated. There was no heat in his words, but it was the first time he openly was displeased with Saitama.

“I- uh, yeah, sorry. My bad.” Saitama scratched his cheek, crouching down to pick up the bigger pieces of shards. Genos slapped his hand away, though. Saitama stared at hand that was slapped away and when he looked back again at Genos, he almost anticipated the fist that came flying his way.

For a reason unknown to Saitama, though it still didn’t do any damage whatsoever, he let himself fall backward. His back collided with the floor, his eyes blinking at the ceiling. Déjà vu, he thought for a moment but the next moment Genos was hovering over him and where he expected him to look remorseful, Genos looked at him with disdain.

Neither said a word. And then Genos punched him in the face. His head lulled to one side and with the next punch to the other cheek, his head rolled over to the other side.

“Just get a broom.” Genos sighed after a second, getting up to go back to stir the curry.

“Uh, yeah”, Saitama got back up again. ‘s fine, he thought when he came back from the bathroom with a hand broom to brush away the powder and little glass shards and Genos chattering away about the monster fight he had today.

“Humpf”, Saitama huffed, as he bent over after Genos’ fist struck him into his abdomen. It was kind of strange to make this make believe fight, considering he didn’t feel any pain and Genos knew he didn’t deal any damage. Still, there was something satisfying in pretending someone could throw punches that brought him to his knees.

Saitama held himself up with on arm, about to stand up again but Genos kicked him in his stomach once, twice and then kicked his leg back to make him fall flat on his face. Then he continued to kicked into his side and after a few kicks, Saitama curled up, letting Genos kick him against his arms he had wrapped around his head, against his unguarded stomach.

Genos kneeled down, praying Saitama’s arms away to punch him against his mouth. Saitama imagined his lips split open, blood gushing out and for a moment he thought it actually did happen when he felt liquid on his chin rolling down.

When his eyes sprung open in surprise, he saw Genos eyes welled up with oil that kept falling on his face. With every punch the oil splashed everywhere and Saitama distantly thought about the mess they made.

However, he stretched his arms up, wiping the oily tears away.

“Sens-“, Genos hiccuped and clasped both his hands around Saitama’s throat in an attempt to crush his windpipe. Saitama kept looking up at him, wiping over his cheeks.

“Sensei”, Genos whispered, almost in awe and Saitama cupped his face with both his hands.

“’s fine”, he mumbled, mouth a little dry. Genos leaned down, brushing their foreheads against each other.

“It doesn’t hurt anyway, remember?” Saitama almost chuckled, thinking about all the dents and broken pieces of Genos’ armored body.

“I know”, Genos sighed, nuzzling their noses together. There was a moment of hesitation and then a second later, Genos crossed the last distance between them, brushing their lips together.

The kiss was tender, not forceful, not too deep, just lips brushing against each other. Saitama could feel Genos’ breath on his cheek, feeling his core heating up just a little. He angled his head, straining against Genos’ tight grip on his throat, to deepen the kiss.

After a few lingering seconds, Genos pulled back and looked into Saitama’s eyes. Full of admiration, awe, Saitama was almost overwhelmed with all the feelings Genos regarded him. The only person who had ever looked at him like this.

This was the least he could do for the one person that made him feel something.

Saitama was staring at the ceiling, arms and legs spread away from his body. Lethargy was making his limbs feel like lead and moving was too much of a hassle, so he just didn’t bother. Genos had made him a small breakfast this morning before he had been called away to another HA meeting, promising to make Saitama’s favorite meal when he came back.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, the sun wandered quite some bit at least, when the door handle turned. There where heavy steps on the wooden floor, making Saitama sigh in relief, some of the tightness that made it hard to breathe left his chest.

The footsteps came closer and only when Saitama felt Genos’ thighs next to his hip, he opened his eyes again to look up into Genos angry face.

“You didn’t do anything all morning, did you?”

“Nah”, Saitama sighed, heart racing in heavy anticipation. There was a flash of anger in Genos’ eyes and then cold metal found its way against Saitama’s nose. It screeched, bending slightly as Saitama’s skin and bones didn’t give in.

Genos retracted his fist, pulling his entire arm back to slam his fist against Saitama’s temple. Again and again. And again, for good measure.

Saitama didn’t feel any pain, there was no blood, not even a bruise will form. But his chest felt lighter and when he opened his eyes to look at Genos out of the corner of his eye, seeing how the tension eased out of his shoulders, a small smile formed on his lips.

This is fine.

Genos answered with a small smile on his own, bending down to place a soft kiss on the spot he just assaulted. With a tight grip on Saitama’s throat, turning his head forcefully to face him frontally, their lips slotted together as if meant to be.

Saitama’s fingers switched, the heaviness in his limbs slowly lifting and he felt how he got control over his body again.

‘s fine.

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sluttyten · 6 years ago

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summary: you’re the ceo, doyoung’s your nervous intern, and a trip overseas turns business into pleasure.

warnings/tags: sub!doyoung, mutual masturbation, praise kink

words: 6,082

pairing: Doyoung x Gender Neutral Reader

You’ve just gotten out of your fifth meeting of the day. You have two more meetings scheduled before you can head home for the night, and at this point you’re just a wound up knot of stress and a headache is beginning to sear behind your right eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” A light knock on the open doorway follows the quiet inquiry.

You open your eyes while rubbing at your temples, and there stands the fidgety intern who you’ve noticed hovering outside your office door on multiple occasions, but he always seems too nervous to actually come inside.

Doyoung.

“I’m sorry if you’re busy. I can come back another time.” His words spill out in a rush, and he clutches a file to his chest.

“It’s alright.” You sits up straight and fold your hands in front of you on the desk. “Come in, Doyoung. What can I do for you today?”

He hurries to sit down in the chair across from you as if he’s worried that you’re going to change your mind and throw him out. It makes you wonder what horror stories your employees are telling him about you.

For a moment you think that his nervousness is going to be a problem. His eyes dart all around the office, not meeting your gaze. He keeps fidgeting, folding the corner of the file he brought in, shifting in the chair, tapping his fingers on the file.

Then he meets your eyes.

“I’ve been an intern here for a year now. I wanted to come talk to you about finding a position here.” Doyoung sits the file on your desk, sliding it across to you. “A permanent position.”

You don’t need to open his file. Ever since the first time you saw Doyoung you’ve liked him. You asked your assistant for his employee file, and you’d read up on that hard-working although nervous-looking intern. His file was impressive, full of accomplishments and accolades.

But you humor him since he went through the trouble of bringing you the file.

You flip it open, scan down the long list of achievements. You look at the photo ID and glance up at him.

Doyoung’s not so fidgety at the moment. Instead he’s looking around your office curiously, checking out your degrees on the wall behind your head, the photos and novels on the bookshelf to your right.

You’re tempted to tell him that you can’t give him a position here. He’s handsome and his achievements alone are a turn on. You like a man who’s got some big stuff under his belt (take that whichever way you will).

You fold one leg over the other and sit the file back down on your desk.

As much as you would love to not give him a position here at the company so you could pursue him romantically, you can’t ruin a man’s career just because you’re hot for him.

Doyoung’s gaze snaps back to you and he swallows hard; the bobbing of his Adam’s Apple catches your eye.

”I’ll see what we can do for you, Doyoung. You’re a perfect fit for our company, and I look forward to working with you in the future.”

You extend a hand across the desk, and Doyoung’s lips bloom into a gorgeous wide smile. He takes your hand. The warm press of his skin against yours flushes your entire body with heat, and you curse the god you angered who filled your schedule for the day so you can’t immediately leave for home to get yourself off.

💕💕💕💕

Over the following days you do get Doyoung a permanent position at the company. It’s one that’s available, as well as one that is a good fit for him, and it just so happens that this position puts him closer to you than any of the other positions that Doyoung could have filled.

It’s totally not for selfish reasons.

And then one day, you’re returning to your office from a lunch meeting when you once again see Doyoung standing near your office, arms folded across his chest, staring down at his nervously tapping foot. Woefully ignorant of your assistant making eyes at him.

”Doyoung,” You smile at him. “How are you?”

He jumps, startled out of his thoughts. “I’m wonderful. I have a few questions for you if that’s alright. I know you’re busy but I asked—“ He waves toward your assistant. “She said your schedule was clear right now.”

You push the door open into your office. “Of course I’ve got time, Doyoung. Come in.”

He follows closely behind you. The scent of his cologne swells around you, his sleeve brushes your arm as you both reach to close the door. You roll your lips together and move quickly around your desk to sit down, wanting to put a bit of distance between yourself and him before you do something you might regret.

“You have questions?” You lean back in your chair to stare over at a Doyoung. “I hope you like the new position? If not we can try another.”

Doyoung’s cheeks turn faintly pink and he stumbles over a few words before he finally says, “No, I like it. It’s good.”

He asks a few questions after that. Easy questions that he could’ve asked his coworkers or the manager overseeing his level of the company. None of them were particularly questions that required him to come to the CEO’s office.

But the more time you spent with him, the more at ease he became with you. Without his nervousness you found him even more charming than usual, and you found that you quite enjoyed his company for more than just being able to look at his pretty face.

That day as well as the next. And the next.

Doyoung became a regular fixture in your office. He was important enough in the company that you could bring him along to meetings. Lunches and dinners, travels across the city and out of town.

Even out of the country.

”I’ve never been out of the country before.” Doyoung tells you as you sit in the cab on your way to the hotel. Your assistant sits between the pair of you, and behind you a few other high-ranking individuals in the company ride in another cab.

”Get used to it. We frequently visit here for meetings with investors.” You smile over at him, but he’s looking out the window at all the sights of a new city. “Soon you’ll know this city as well as home. You’ll know the best restaurants, the hotels that have the fastest WiFi, the streets and areas to avoid.”

Doyoung turns, catches your eye, and says, “I think dinner sounds wonderful right now.” He swallows and you notice his fingers nervously messing with the band of his watch. “Do you have any recommendations?”

“A few. Are you interested?”

Your assistant types away on her phone, earbuds in her ears where you can hear light music spilling out. She’s not paying any attention to you and Doyoung, which you almost wish she were so you could find out if you were just imagining the way Doyoung was looking at you as he said, “Yes, I’m interested.”

Maybe you’re misreading everything. Maybe the tone of his voice and the way he looks at you is just an interest in fine dining in a foreign city. Or maybe it really is physical attraction, like the way you feel for him.

“What sort of dining are you looking for?”

Doyoung fiddles with his watch band a bit more, and your attention is drawn to his fingers, the veins covering the backs of his hands and vanishing up under the sleeves of his shirt. And your eyes wander a bit more, to his thighs, his lap, the shape of something there that could be his wallet, his phone, any number of things that need not be sexual.

But you wish.

“Maybe you could just come with me? I’m not the best at speaking the language, and I know you’re very familiar with the tongue.” Doyoung looks out the window.

As much as you’ve come to enjoy a more confident and comfortable Doyoung, you do still like when he gets nervous around you.

“I think that would be a good idea. The last thing we want is you getting lost or accidentally insulting someone.” You tell him just as the cab pulls up in front of the hotel. “I’ll see you in the lobby in an hour. I know the perfect restaurant.”

💕💕💕💕

“You’ve come a long way from the intern who was too nervous to enter my office, you know.” You tip your glass of wine toward Doyoung over the table in this restaurant. “Wouldn’t you say?”

Doyoung chuckles and drinks from his own wineglass. “I’ve always been nervous. But you intimidate me. In a different way.” His gaze flicks up over the rim of his wineglass. There’s a playful energy in his eyes, something full of promise and confidence, far different from the nervousness he often displays in your presence.

“What way is that, Mr. Kim?”

In this time between your main course and dessert, you feel satisfied, happy and a bit buzzed from the wine. You don’t want the waiter to return with your desserts because with Doyoung sitting across from you with his wide smile and that light in his eyes, you feel like dessert’s already here. You sit there, appreciating the faint blush on his cheeks, the fiery glow in his eyes.

“I’ve felt a strong attraction to you since the first day I began my internship,” He speaks honestly. “The power you possess in the company, the way you speak, even the way you sit in your office is just incredibly attractive.”

Doyoung leans forward then, and you find yourself moving as well, drifting closer to him until only a few inches of table keep you apart.

His eyes shimmer and you swear the world grows warmer and slows down and goes quiet except for you and Doyoung in that moment. All of space and time compresses and it’s just the pair of you, just Doyoung’s lips opening and moving, his voice slow and deep and quiet as he says, “You intimidate me because of how much you turn me on.”

A bolt of heat strikes through your core.

You can’t wait for dessert.

”Tell you what, Doyoung,” You lean back and move your napkin from your lap to the table. “Forget dessert.” You throw more than enough cash onto the table to cover both your meal and Doyoung’s, and you stand up. “Come with me.”

Doyoung stares up at you with wide eyes for a second and then another, then you hold out your hand to him and twitch your fingers.

He puts his hand in yours, sweet and warm and soft skin against your skin. You flag down a cab outside, and as you rattle off an address to the driver, you turn to Doyoung.

“I want to show you some other places I like in the city. Are you alright with that?”

His fingers circle your wrist, tangle with your fingers, and he’s so clingy and still blushing and so fucking adorable that you can’t help yourself. You lean in and kiss him. It’s a chaste kiss, all things considered. If you gave him more than just a quick press of your lips against his, then you’re not sure what you would do, if you’d be able to hold off from fucking him right there in the backseat of this cab.

You can picture it. Riding him, his hands spread wide on your ass, his lips sucking marks on your chest. You want to feel him under you, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his mouth hanging open to pour out the sounds of his pleasure.

But you don’t.

You just let Doyoung hold your hand and play with your fingers, and you watch him out of the corner of your eyes as he licks his lips again, his eyes dazed as he surely replays that kiss in his mind.

“Where are we going?” He asks after a handful of minutes as the driver begins turning down darker and narrower side streets.

“The long way back to the hotel.” You squeeze his fingers. “I liked what you said at the restaurant. About how I intimidate you and how that turns you on. Just so you know, Doyoung, when you came into my office that first day, when I read your file and saw all those wonderful things you’ve accomplished, it made me wonder, what other great and wonderful things you’ve got under your belt.”

Doyoung goes suddenly very still and quiet, and you wonderful if you’ve said something wrong, but before you can turn your head to actually look at him, Doyoung moves. He guides your hand from where it rests between you onto his thigh, over the fine material to where you can just feel a bulge against the back of your hand.

His breath catches in his throat at your touch.

You flick your gaze up to the front of the cab, to the rearview mirror to make sure that the driver’s not watching. He’s not, so you twist your head to the side and kiss Doyoung’s cheek and whisper against his ear, “Stay quiet.”

He makes a soft noise that you take as a yes.

There’s no argument when you loosen your fingers from his, and he shifts in his seat as you place your hand over the definite shape of his hard cock in his pants. You watch as Doyoung bites his lip to keep silent while you rub your hand over him, massaging lightly to feel his cock jump in your hand.

After a few moments of this, the bare stretch of his neck just looks too enticing to miss out on, so you lean in and kiss his throat as he leans his head back and closes his eyes.

You kiss Doyoung’s throat and rub his cock, but it’s not enough. You want more.

You make quick work of his belt, the button fastening his pants, and then your hand slides beneath all his layers. Skin on skin. Hot and hard and slick.

“Ah,” His mouth falls open. “Ah, ah.”

Little sounds that make you a little more horny. Heat coils in your gut.

“Shh,” You stroke him through it. “If you’re not quiet, we’ll get caught. Unless that’s what you want. Do you want him watching?” Your lips run down the length of Doyoung’s throat, and you sense the barest vibration of a moan.

As the lights of the city grow brighter around you once again, as the cab draws closer and closer to the cab, you move your hand faster.

Doyoung whines, and his hand suddenly clenches around your wrist. “Please.”

“Please more?” You sit upright, and check once more to see if the driver’s looking. “Or please stop? You’re so hard, Doyoung. Are you close? If I just touch you a bit more will you…”

The car rolls to a stop.

From the front seat, the driver rattles the address back at you, requests payment, and finally looks into the rearview mirror. Doyoung scrambles to compose himself while you pay the cab driver, and then together you step from the car to stand in front of the hotel.

Doyoung walks with you through the lobby, into the elevator. You stand side by side as the doors close, as you press the number for the floor where everyone in the company who’s there has a room. The doors close and the lift shudders as it begins to rise.

You reach for Doyoung, gripping his belt loops as you back up to the wall, and tug him in front of you. “Come to my room so we can finish what we started. Do you want that?”

Doyoung nods and licks his lips nervously.

“They’ll talk about us. Everyone else.” You press yourself up against Doyoung, slipping your hands around to rest on his ass. He whines again and grinds forward against you, tucking his face forward into your neck, lapping at your throat. “The slutty intern who fucked his way up the company hierarchy by sleeping with the CEO.”

“That’s me.” Doyoung sighs heavily against your throat. “I don’t care what they think.”

“Good.”

The elevator’s doors open, and you drag Doyoung from the elevator, down the hallway, past all these doors that hold people from the company. He slides his hand against your lower back when you stand in front of your door to unlock it, and in a voice so soft that it won’t carry along the hallway, Doyoung tells you, “I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue.”

“We’ll get there in time, darling.” You push the door open and gesture for Doyoung to step inside. “First I want to see you truly fall apart for me. Get on the bed.”

The door slams behind you, and you toe off your shoes and start working at the buttons of your shirt. Doyoung listens well to you, sitting down on the bed, and watching as you strip off your shirt while you walk toward him, casting the material aside right as you come to stand in front of him.

“Don’t hold your breath. You can touch me.” You reach for Doyoung��s hands, those beautiful fingers, and you guide him to your stomach, wanting to feel his fingers on your body. “I want you to touch me. Kiss me,” You lean forward until your mouth right above his, “I want you to please me.”

Doyoung slides his hand up your abdomen to your chest, his thumb sliding over your nipple, fingers tracing down your back. He presses his lips just below your navel, kisses upward. You dig your fingers into his hair, raking them through it to drag his head back.

“Take your shirt off, Doyoung.”

“Yes.” He leans back, and his hands shake as he rushes to unbutton his shirt, unfasten his tie, cast them both aside, and when he looks up at you again, awaiting your next request, his cheeks are tinted pink once more.

He’s obedient. He strips off his pants, his socks, unlatches his watch to sit it on the bedside table. He spreads his legs and palms his erection at your request.

“You’re so good, Doyoung.” You reach out and trace your fingers along the line of his jaw. “So cute, so sexy. I love when you blush.” You run your thumb over his cheek where there’s a splash of pink like a rose in bloom. “Tell me, what do you want me to do with you the most? Should I finish you off with my hand like I almost did in the car? Should I fuck you?”

The only answer you get in response is a low whine and his hips bucking up. Doyoung’s erection strains against the fabric of his underwear.

“Sit back, baby. All the way.”

Doyoung slides back on the bed, resting himself among the pillows, and you climb up as well to settle between his legs. “I want you to make noise, Doyoung. Moan for me.” You squeeze his thigh, trail your fingers higher, and run your pointer finger along the line of his cock. “I want to hear you begging, alright?”

“I understand.”

His chest already heaves breathlessly and you’ve barely touched him.

Simply cupping your hand over his bulge, rubbing him again, sends a pretty shade of pink over his chest. You tease, rubbing for a few strokes, then just a finger running up and down his length, just your fingertips stroking the sides. And then you massage the tip of his cock, half-visible through the dampness of his underwear.

Doyoung’s breath hiccups and then he moans loudly, so loudly that he throws an arm over his face, muffling his sounds in the crook of his elbow.

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He moans again, louder, and he stuffs his knuckles into his mouth.

“Hush, baby. The others will hear you.” You run your hands above his waistband, touch his stomach and lean forward to kiss the sensitive skin between his navel and the elastic waistband of his boxers. Doyoung bucks his hips up. You press a hand to his hip, holding him down against the bed. “No, baby. I’m taking my time with you.”

“You’re so bossy,” He whines, and when you look up at him, his head is thrown back, and he licks his lips while his fingers scrabble against the bedsheets, seeking purchase. “I wanna cum. Please.”

Hearing him beg hits just the right spot for you. You want to give it to him just as much as Doyoung wants it. You plan to give him several orgasms tonight. What’s it hurt if you hurry him into this one? You want to hear him moaning for you, see him shooting his load inside his boxers and still begging you for more like the sweet, needy boy that he is.

“Doyoung,” You kiss his belly again, run your fingertips up and down his thighs, and when he rolls his hips up you dip your fingertips under the legs of his boxers to the sensitive crease where his thighs meet his groin and you kiss down to the throbbing shape of his cock, fit your lips around his clothed tip, and you suck.

The noise he makes now starts out like a quiet series of whimpers and grows into gasping moans, his hips rocking up against your mouth, your name spilling out.

His hips rise up off the bed, “Fuck, oh my god!” Doyoung cries and beneath your lips you feel him cumming, hot and damp.

Quickly, you drag his boxers down while he’s still going through the last waves of his orgasm, and you at last wrap your fingers directly around him, placing his cock on the tip of your tongue and jerking him off on your tongue, shooting the last few times onto your tongue and oozing over your fingers.

After a moment or two Doyoung whimpers and reaches down, his hands moving for yours on his cock, and you stop, lean back and stop touching him completely. His dick you leave out in the open, his groin area sticky and damp.

“This is embarrassing,” Doyoung covers his bright red face, muffled laughter comes from behind his hands. “You’re my CEO, you just made me cum in my underwear. This is a total lack of professionalism.”

“Mhmm, but it is fun.” You lick your fingers, getting another small taste of his cum. Doyoung bites his lip and leans up on his elbows, looking eager for more, which brings you to ask him, “How much longer before you’re ready to go again?”

Doyoung’s eyes flutter somewhat sleepily, angled downward to watch you as you stand off the bed and push your pants off, rid yourself of your underwear and climb back up, slipping your saliva and cum-slicked fingers between your legs. His eyes follow your every move. He watches you lean back and move your legs, watches you move your fingers, slicking yourself up before you ease a finger inside slowly, carefully.

“I want to ride you, Doyoung. I’m going to need you hard again. Can you do that for me?” You curl your finger inside yourself, pressing against that spot that makes your gut curl.

The sound he makes is a mix between a moan and a whine. His eyes are glued to the spot where your finger disappears inside your hungry entrance and soon you push in a second finger. Doyoung’s hand sneaks down toward his cock, but he hesitates before he touches himself as if he’s not certain he’s allowed to.

“Go ahead,” You tell him. “I want to watch you masturbate.”

So you watch each other. Doyoung’s eyes can’t seem to look away from where you finger yourself, stretching yourself open so you can easily sit down on his cock. And he slowly grows perfectly big and hard for you again, pumping himself in his fist, and when you’ve had just enough of Doyoung humping his fist and groaning, moaning, and begging to feel you around him, you swat his hands away and move up over him so you can take a seat.

You straddle his hips and press your hands on either side of his face, hovering just above him.

“Can I touch you?” He asks you softly, his eyes flicking back and forth between your eyes and your lips. “Please?”

“Touch me, Doyoung.” You take on of his hands as you lower yourself to kiss him, and you bring his hand up to your shoulder.

When your lips touch, this time it’s a genuine kiss. It’s more than just a dry brush of your lips against his, it’s open mouths, tongues, his lip caught between your teeth, your power asserted over him as you deepen the kiss, and Doyoung just holds you closer, his hand on your shoulder and caressing the side of your neck and your cheek.

You can feel his need for you in every single thing he does. It’s in the way he touches you, in the way he kisses you, the way he moans like he’s trying to speak to tell you what he wants but he doesn’t dare stop kissing you.

When you slowly sink down on his erect cock, the stretch is perfect. You roll and swivel your hips, teasing him when you pull back up before you’ve taken even half of him in. Doyoung just whines and kisses you, but he stays still, doesn’t try to take charge and thrust up into you, and you love that.

He stays still and submissive, letting you do to him what you’d like.

A blush rises up his chest to his neck, and you place your hands over it, feeling the heat of his skin, the pounding of his heartbeat as you roll your hips and bottom out.

Doyoung rolls his lips together and moans deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest, his hands flutter over your thighs and hips before he moves them to encircle your wrists.

“You feel so good, honey.” You roll your hips slowly, feeling so full with him, and you slip one of your hands from his chest to touch yourself. “I’ve wanted to have you like this since you first walked into my office. With your sexy hands, your Adam’s Apple.” You lean forward and bite at his throat, lick over his Adam’s Apple.

“More,” Doyoung moans.

You kiss his throat, still moving slow on him. “More what?”

He whines, which just increases in volume as you kiss his throat and clench around his cock.

“Tell me, Doyoung.” You grind down, suck at a spot low on his throat, and then sit upright, digging the heel of your palm into his chest. “What do you want more of, baby?”

He turns his head to the side, trying to hide his embarrassed face in the sheets.

“You can tell me, Doyoung. I want to make you feel good, and I can only do that if you use your words and tell me what you want.” You stroke your fingers on his chest and sit still for a moment as he keeps his face turned away, and after a moment of that, you reach out with your free hand and take his chin gently to turn him back to face you.

His eyes meet yours for a second before he looks away. His face glows rosy pink with embarrassment, and his front teeth worry at his bottom lip so he looks cute and sweet.

“You’re so cute, Doyoung, so pretty and sexy.”

His bottom lip pops free and his gaze lifts to yours. “That. More of that.”

“Praise. You want to be praised, baby?” That burns something warm inside of you, just the idea of praising him and him absolutely loving it.

Doyoung nods.

You shake his hand off from where it still encircles your wrist so you can reach back, place your hand on his thigh, lift up and drive yourself back down on his cock, bouncing on him, driving him right against that spot inside you, the tip of his cock right up against that, stimulating both of you.

You lower your gaze to meet his eyes, and that alone seems to do it for him. His hands move to his chest and he touches his nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

“Doyoung,” You moan his name. “You look so sexy right now, and your cock is so good, so big. And look at you, baby,” You drop down fully on his cock, slide your hand up his chest to take one of his hands and slide your fingers together. Doyoung whimpers and his hand tightens around yours. “You’re so needy and pretty and I just want more of you. All the time. Earlier in the car I couldn’t help looking at your hands and wanting to feel you touching me, baby.”

Doyoung nods, watching as you lift your intertwined hands up toward your face. You separate your hands, and guide a few of his fingers toward your mouth, suck them in for just a moment, laving your tongue over his skin to get the digits nice and wet.

“I like that too.” Doyoung tells you, watching your lips close around his fingers. His own mouth hangs open a bit, mesmerized as you pump his fingers in and out of your mouth, and you imagine for a moment what it would be like to feel him sucking on you. But that’s not what you’re aiming for right now.

You pull his fingers from your mouth, and as you resume riding him, you guide his fingers down to touch you.

“I want you to make me cum, Doyoung. Then you can, but, baby, you’d better not cum before me. Alright?”

He moans in acknowledgement.

So you pick up the pace again, riding him hard and fast, his fingers on your helping to drive you quickly toward orgasm, his cock stretching you open, nailing right against that spot. When he slips out of you and you have to reach back to get him back inside you, just the feel of your fingertips on his cock have Doyoung moaning, and you can tell that he’s getting close again as well. His fingers stutter on you, distracted.

“Doyoung, come here.” You motion with your chin, and he sits up to become face-to-face with you, and it changes the angle he fits inside of you a bit, and he has to adjust his hand and the way that he’s touching you.

You reach for his jaw, cupping his face between your hands, and you press forward to kiss him, still grinding down on his cock as that burning knot of pleasure rises and grows inside of you. His fingers still working on you while he opens his mouth to you, letting you slip your tongue into his mouth.

“Fuck, Doyoung,” You back out of the kiss as you feel right on the edge of your orgasm. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, you’re so good at this, baby. You feel so good, I’m gonna--”

You crush your mouth against his again to muffle the sounds of your orgasm as it washes through you and you feel yourself letting go. The hot rush of your orgasm covers you, and you twitch and quake on Doyoung’s cock, your hands on his jaw keeping him as close as you can.

You kiss him, suck at his bottom lip, mumble a few more praises against his mouth, and you keep moving your hips for him, clenching around his cock.

“You can cum for me, baby. I want to feel you cum inside me.” You stroke your fingers along his jaw, kiss his cheek and his forehead, his lips again as well.

Doyoung’s hands both move to your hips, and his hands are gentle while he helps you keep moving on him at just the right pace.

He whimpers and moans and kisses you. His skin feels hot under your touch, and when you pull back for a moment to look him full in the eye, you notice that his eyes have grown teary, his face is flushed, and he looks so beautifully fucked.

“Cum.”

All it takes is your one-word command.

Doyoung holds you down on his cock as his cock throbs and pulses his semen into you, hot and so good. You drag his mouth into another kiss to swallow the panting, breathless sounds of pleasure he makes. HE whines as you clench around him, still slightly swiveling your hips, and he pulls out of the kiss to tuck his face into your shoulder.

“Baby.” You comb your fingers through the back of his hair, and you lightly tug to get him to face you once more.

His eyes are closed, face flushed as he goes soft inside you.

“You did so good, baby.” You coo.

Doyoung makes a gentle noise and sucks your thumb into his mouth. You caress his cheek, his hair, roll your hips against his, and his cock feels so good inside you. His skin, sticky with sweat and cum, feels gross against yours but it’s so good, so messy, the two of you combined on his lower abdomen, and as you start to lift up off of him, the mess only grows, cum dripping out of you, smeared across his belly and thighs.

He makes another embarrassed noise and tries to hide his face in your shoulder again.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about any of that stuff.” You tell him. “Praising you, fucking you, watching you beg and whine and moan. That was all so hot. I loved it.”

“Really?” He asks quietly, and his lips brush against the bare skin of your shoulder.

You nod. “Mm. I like being in charge and you made it so easy for me. You’re so cute when you’re nervous and fidgety around me, but god, there’s a confidence and a damn attractive intelligence in your eyes and when you open up to me and I love it so much, Doyoung. And sometimes you look so collected and it makes me just want to make a mess of you, to get your nervous or to quite literally make a mess.”

You pull completely off his cock and you feel more of his cum leaking out of you, adding to the already present mess of cum on his softening dick. Doyoung makes a choked off sound, and you look back up to his eyes.

“How am I supposed to go back to work and pretend like I’m not thinking of you and I all the time?” Doyoung asks, his fingers brushing your cheek, the shape of your lips, his eyes never leaving the trails he draws. “When we sit down in a meeting, and all I’m thinking of is you telling me to keep quiet so every person in that room doesn’t hear you fucking me? When I see you how do I not think of you like this, straddling me while I’m covered in our cum?”

You smile and reach for Doyoung’s cheek, gently guiding his head closer so you can press a final chaste kiss against his lips. “You’ll learn, baby. We’ll both have to learn to control ourselves around each other.” You’re already imagining the things you’d like to do with him next time and the time after that. “We have plenty of time.”

Doyoung sighs tiredly and wraps his arms around you, rest his head on your shoulder. Slowly he leans back, bringing you with him as he falls back to the bed and rolls partially onto his side, and curls up against you. “I like the sound of that.”

Combing your fingers through his hair, you glance across the room at the clock. It’s late already and you both have to be up early for the first scheduled meeting. You’ll sleep here like this, wrapped together with Doyoung looking all sweet and sleepy and soft, and tomorrow morning, you’ll both put on your professional faces again and pretend for at least a few hours that tonight never happened.

a/n: based off this ask I got the other day “How about intern!doyoung nervous and fidgety around ceo!you?” This was initially meant to be much shorter and was just going to be me talking about nervous doyoung coming to your office and just cute, but then I couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to make it smutty once I started thinking about sub!doyoung since that’s not something I’ve really written before, and I’m not too sure about how well I executed that in this fic.

As usual, if you liked it please like, reblog, and/or leave me a comment because I’m eternally grateful when y’all share my writings!

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The Part-Time Puppeteer - Chapter 03

<= Chapter 2

Summary : Lukas gets to know his job a little better. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/23828971/chapters/57613633

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NEW CHAPTER, YOOO I bet you weren't expecting it this fast ! WELL TAKE THAT -okay, okay, just kidding- On a more serious note, this chapter was supposed to be longer but, heh, I love splitting my chapters into several parts.

I finished this chapter super fast, AND SAME WITH THE (extremely complicated) DRAWING ! I hope you will like them !

And gosh, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT !! This fanfic has just begun and there are already so many people leaving comments or following the fanfic ! Again, thank you, it means SO MUCH to me and it's a HUGE help ! This is the first time I'm writing a fluff and slice of life fanfic ! It's a big change for me, so I'm really glad I'm doing a good job !

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Chapter 3 - “Welcome to hell.”

Mornings were never something Lukas looked forward to. There were several reasons for that, mainly the fact that he hated being woken up by the sound of an alarm clock. However, on that particular morning, the student had another reason to wish to stay in bed: the ache in his muscles from all the work he had accomplished the day before.

So, when his alarm rang that morning, cutting short whatever peaceful dream he had, the young man couldn’t help but whine from the very idea of getting up. He stretched under the cover, listening with annoyance the sound of his alarm clock resonating in his small studio apartment. God, he wished he didn’t have class. It was only six in the morning, much too early after the day before. He had no idea how many hours of sleep he would need to recover from something like that. Yet, he would need to go back to the movie studio right after finishing his classes.

No need to say that it wasn’t something Lukas looked forward to. Of course, the job was physically difficult, so this was one of the excuses, but it wasn’t the only one. As a matter of fact, his new job was also tiring psychologically speaking: there had been too many people moving around him, too much noise in the room he was in, and many people’s lack of manners (one of them in particular)…

And, obviously, he also had to put out a fire! Who does that on their first workday?

Lukas sighed and looked at his phone in discontent. The first semester had started only a few days ago and he already felt that this was going to be difficult. However, he managed to find an ounce of courage deep inside of him and stepped out of bed, wincing at the pain in his arms and legs. Yep, this day was definitely going to be unenjoyable.

Lukas’s apartment was quite small but it was more than enough for him. This was his first time living on his own and there were obviously a lot of pros and cons. Yes, he was finally independent, yet there were a lot of things he had no idea how to do, laundry being one of them. Thankfully, the Internet was full of tutorials, so it would only be a matter of time until he was fully able to take care of himself. Unless he caused a fire trying to cook pasta… Hopefully, living on his own would give him plenty of opportunities to learn how to cook without burning anything.

The student started his morning routine, trying to ignore how tired he was. He really hoped that Mike had talked to Kaleb, his boss, about his offer. The idea of joining a smaller and calmer team was suddenly very appealing to the young man. Well, he supposed that he was going to learn that later that day.

Studying law had always been Lukas’s dream, just as becoming a lawyer. But there were many small things making this dream a little bit harder to accomplish or, at least, making the way to it more tedious. Public transports were a part of it. Being in a crowded bus, having to smell people’s sweat was not what the student had imagined back when he was in high school. But, heh, this was a small price to pay to do what he wanted! And being in one of the most famous law colleges of the country, this had to be expected. Though that didn’t mean he took much pleasure in that.

Lukas went to class as usual after having prepared his bag. The ride to his law school was just as crowded and smelly as he thought, yet he managed to ignore it most of the time. The day progressed well and, despite his tiredness, the student was able to understand the majority of his courses. He didn’t know anyone yet so he chose a seat in an empty part of the lecture hall. The possibility of sleeping was very appealing to him but he resisted the temptation and tried to follow the teachers’ explanations and instructions.

And around four in the afternoon, his classes were over. But not his day, oooh, far from it. He still had to go to work. Suddenly, he felt very unmotivated at the idea. Yet he still needed the money to pay for his school fees and food. Luckily, his parents had decided to take care of the rent of his small apartment, so it was still something less on his mind.

The young man dreaded his return to the studio but still went on his way to it. Just like he expected, the bus ride was still crowded, though this wasn’t surprising at this hour of the day. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief once he got off the vehicle. As soon as he stepped outside, he felt the wind caressing his face. God, this was exactly what he needed after a twenty-minute ride in a tight space, surrounded by complete strangers!

His eyes looked up to meet the huge studio in front of him, on the other side of the road. It was quite modern, though you could see there were two different buildings: it was a vestige of the time when the Conductor and Grooves persisted to work alone rather than together as they did now. Though that didn’t mean they were friends or even got along, far from it. But at least they were trying to work together, which was a start.

The student crossed the road and braced himself as he entered the building, afraid of anything he might discover today. However, he was almost astonished to see the reception hall almost empty, without people running or screaming around like they did the day before. There were a few people here and there but it was way different. Was he late? Did he come too early? Lukas couldn’t help but let his anxiety put uncertainties in his mind. Normally, he would need to go directly to the movie shoot part of the building but he was too nervous for that. What if he had misunderstood something? The rational part of his mind was frustrated because, of course, he was too serious to misunderstand something… But what if? Sure, there had been a fire the day before, but still, what if? That was his anxiety talking. Not knowing what to do, he walked to the receptionist. The latter’s expression looked like he was way too tired for his job. Would the young man become like this after a while?

He cleared his throat and put his hands on the counter as he asked:

-“Huh, sorry… I was hired yesterday and I was wondering…” Lukas was making no sense and the man in front of him was now looking at him with a mix of curiosity and annoyance as the student was looking for his words. Eventually, he just decided to be direct about the source of his nervousness: “Okay, there’s no one here. Am I too late or too early?”

The other man squinted, trying to get what Lukas was saying. Then, it seemed to hit him as a look of realization crossed his features. His expression changed suddenly from exasperation to laughter. In front of him, Lukas remained unmoving, not knowing if this was a good sign or not.

-“Ahahaha, well…” finally replied the receptionist after laughing a bit: “We don’t have incidents every day, you know. Uh, though, now that I think about it, it happens fairly often. But today, everything’s fine.”

Lukas sighed from relief. He felt his anxiety settling down inside of him, waiting for the right moment to crawl out again. At least, it was under his control now.

-“Right…” continued the student with a sour laugh: “Anyway, thanks!”

He was about to enter the shooting part of the building when he heard a muffled “good luck” behind him. He froze instantly and stared at the receptionist in bewilderment, though the latter was now reading a magazine and wasn’t looking at the young man anymore. He was messing with him, right? Surely, this man was messing with him! Lukas gulped down and took his courage with both hands as he left the room, hoping to be right.

The student was, in fact, not right.

After a few rooms, he found the one where his boss, Kaleb, was. When seeing him, the older man gestured him to come. When Lukas arrived in front of him, he didn’t even get the time to greet his boss. The latter simply started talking without even greeting him:

-“Mike talked to me yesterday and he said his team could use some stagehands. His boss agreed so I have no reason to refuse since you just arrived and don’t have a real purpose in my team yet.”

“Yeah thank you, you prick,” thought Lukas, still doing his best to keep an impassive face despite the man’s words about him. Well, it was true, though there were much better ways to say it.

-“Anyway, the auditions for your new team’s show started today, so you’re going to have a lot of work in the following days. The rest of the stagehands probably finished setting up the scenery for the auditions, but there is still a lot of stuff to do. They’ll probably show you everything you need to know, so, yeah.”

He then pointed to door Lukas went through a moment ago and explained him the way to his new team’s shooting set. Well, all that fuss for almost nothing… If Lukas had known he would come here just to hear that, they could have sent him a text, that would have been much quicker… However, just before the student left, his (ex) boss handed him an ID badge, on which Lukas’s name was written.

-“Welcome to hell,” concluded Kaleb, without any hint of a smile on his face.

Oh God, he wasn’t joking.

The student took the badge, forcing a smile as he did so. His anxiety was threatening to be out of control. He really hoped this was just a huge ragging, just something to scare him the first few days… However, deep inside of him, he could feel that they weren’t lying. Gosh, he wished he was wrong…

Lukas thanked him and left the room, once again looking for the right one to finally start this workday. He found it surprisingly easily after following Kaleb’s instructions as much as he could. The young man found himself in front of a door with a “13” on it, indicating which shooting set was inside.

Okay, so, now this was ridiculous. Lukas had gotten the message, karma hated him, what could possibly go wrong after that? Apparently, defying the universe was an enormous mistake from the student’s part. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes fell on many faces he didn’t know, Mike’s one in a corner of the room… And MJ’s jerky face. What was he doing here? Didn’t he have some movies to act in?

Oh, well, guess Kaleb didn’t lie when he said “welcome to hell”!

All people in the room stopped what they were doing to look at the newcomer with curiosity. The young man guessed that no one told them about him joining the team, or at least, maybe they just didn’t expect him today. Lukas couldn’t help but hold the strap of his bag tightly. So many stares on him made him extremely nervous and it absolutely didn’t help his growing anxiety. At this point, it was just waiting to engulf him whole.

Lukas moved forward, looking around him apprehensively. Which person was the team manager here? Who should he talk to first? Mike? Should he ask who was his new boss? To whom, though?

His fears were calmed as he recognized Grooves’s face among the stagehands, probably telling them what to do. How did he not recognize him through all those people? His haircut and excentric outfit should have helped to spot him.

Taking a deep breath, Lukas moved to Grooves’s direction, not without waving at Mike in the process. His new friend smiled back at him and gave him a supportive thumb up. Next to him was MJ, who only rolled his eyes in a mocking way. The student only glared at him in response. No matter how rich and famous that guy was, Lukas would not take his bullshit. The young man might have an anxiety problem, yes, but he absolutely refused the very idea of letting someone getting under his skin just for the fun of it. MJ’s only reaction to his glare was to scoff, which only made Lukas even more resentful towards him.

When Lukas arrived next to the director, he cleared his throat to catch the other’s attention. It seemed to work, as the director lifted his head to look at him, from top to bottom, before he recognized him.

-“Oh, you’re the new stagehand, aren’t you, darling?” he wondered, though it probably wasn’t a question from the tone of his voice.

-“Yea- I mean, yes,” answered Lukas, doing his best to stay polite. Standing in front of a celebrity without losing his composure was already quite a challenge!

-“Mike told us about you. The more people we get to help, the better!” His suave voice resonated in the room. The director had a real presence, a presence no one could match. His outfit had a lot of colours which immediately caught one’s attention. Just like usual, the man was wearing shoes with huge heels. How was he even able to stand on these?

-“You’re part of the team now, darling!” continued DJ Grooves, taking a pose as he spoke: “I’ll be managing the show… Alongside the Conductor, unfortunately.”

His voice changed from his usual glamorous tone to a mix of a disappointed and disgusted one at the mention of the Conductor. Yeah, Lukas was right to think the two directors were far from being friends, even when they tried to work together. It would be really funny… If the student didn’t have to work under them, that is.

Still, he couldn’t hide his astonishment at this idea: he would work directly under them? Under two famous figure of the showbiz? Lukas couldn’t believe it! And, quite honestly, his anxiety didn’t either, though it would happily create new sources of stress for the young man, now that he knew who his bosses were.

-“Anyway, darling, I think it would be best if you worked under another stagehand’s management for a while, so you can learn the ropes.”

Lukas nodded. This made sense, considering he knew nothing about this job in the first place, apart from putting out a fire apparently. At least, this was going much better than what he had first expected.

Grooves called someone from the team, a certain Tom, to assign Lukas under his care.

Now, Lukas’s job would truly start.

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I hope you liked that chapter ! We'll meet someone else in the next chapter... Does it have anything to do with the auditions...? PERHAPS. Anyway, thank you again for your support ! If you liked this chapter, don't hesitate to like or reblog it, it helps me A LOT !

See you on the next chapter, stay safe everyone !

Chapter 4 =>

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