#yes i am counting multiple w the same person

[templeofshame]

i was having queer breakups with people i wasn’t actually dating before it was cool

[the-laughing-lunatic]

Scout x reader who's never been to a baseball game before (ROMANTIC)

(I was bored and wrote this, I actually have been to multiple baseball games before but my ass still doesn't know anything about it. Reader's gender neutral as always. Trying to get better at writing oneshots so have this ig :/ Word count: ~1400)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.��� .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

It was strangely calm that day, it was one of the occasional days off that the mercs had. You sat on your bed, reading through some random magazine you’d picked up here or there when your boyfriend Scout barged in. “Hey doll!”

You continued flicking through the pages of the magazine, not flinching. You’d gotten used to this after a year of knowing him and two months of dating him. The door might as well not have existed at this point. “Yes?”

“Wanna go to the game today? With me?” he said, flashing you two tickets in his hand.

“What kinda game?” You looked up.

“Only the best game to be created,” he said with a smirk. “Baseball.”

You shrugged. “Sure, I don’t have anything else to do—” you barely got out before you were tackled with a hug by Scout, your magazine falling somewhere on the bed as you were wrapped up in his arms. “Jesus, you’re that excited, huh?”

He only chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Hell yeah I am! I get to have my two favorite things, baseball and you, dollface.” 

You roll your eyes and give him a kiss on the cheek back, relaxing into his arms for a moment as you soak up his warmth. “...wait, am I below baseball?”

“Uhh…”

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“Bye Engie! Thanks for the ride!” Scout yelled out as Engineer drove away in his pickup truck, leaving the two of you to the sea of people waiting to get in despite the insufferable heat. 

“Geez, are there normally this many people at these things?” you said as you held onto Scout’s hand to not lose him as you walked to the back of the line for the ticket booth.

“What, ya never been to a baseball game before?” he said with a laugh. It was a rhetorical question from his perspective, but not for you. 

“No.” Scout’s jaw dropped. 

“W- whaddya mean you’ve never been to a baseball game before, w- why? How?” In his mind, baseball was the most amazing game in the world, and it was simply a crime that the most amazing person in the world had never seen it.

You shrugged. “Just never did.” Scout was full of feelings about this. On one hand, you were his dollface and it hurt that you had been deprived of one of the greatest pleasures life could offer. On the other hand, he got to be the guy to introduce you to your first baseball game, which had the same significance as a first kiss. In his mind at least.

“D’ya at least know the game? Like, how it works?”

You thought for a moment before saying: “Um, you hit balls and run a lot?”

Hoo boy. Scout sighed. “I mean- you ain’t wrong but ya ain’t right. Listen doll, so there’s nine guys on each team, right? And one of the guys is the pitcher for the inning. The pitcher, he’s the fella who . . .”

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“. . . and then the outfielders, once you have those fellas you can get somethin’ called a line drive where it hits right to ‘em without touchin’ the ground–”  

It had twenty non-stop minutes of Scout explaining the entire concept of baseball to you, and if you heard another way a ball can be thrown you were gonna snap. You took his face in your hands and kissed him before another move could be explained. 

His ears flushed red and he froze for a moment after you pulled away. “Uh, what was that all about, doll?”

“I love you but if I hear another word about baseball I’m gonna lose it. Can I just watch the game with you and enjoy it that way?” you ask. 

“Fine, fine—” he cuts himself off as the two of you are both hit with the realization. You said I love you. Shit, shit, shit shit shitshitshit!

Before you can stammer out a sorry or any other form of explanation, the woman in the ticket booth says “Next!” and you’re left to panic while Scout gives her the tickets.

We’ve only been dating for a few months, is that weird to say? It must be, he didn’t say it back. Maybe he didn’t hear me? No, he definitely heard me. Oh god, I fucked this up bad, fuck—

“Hey dollface, she said we can go in, c’mon,” he said with a smile, squeezing your hand and leading you into the stadium. You two found a spot in the bleachers, luckily under the shade of an awning. You nervously bounced your leg as you prepared for the game to begin.

He’s not treating me any differently, maybe he’s just gonna ignore that I said that. Please, god just ignore it. 

“Geez, real anxious to see the game, huh doll?” he said to you with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah.” Maybe this would all be okay, another normal date. Just ignore that gross feeling in your gut and it’ll be fine.

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It was not all fine. Everytime the word ‘love’ came out of Scout’s mouth you couldn’t help but feel a growing annoyance. And he said it a lot.

“Man, I love that guy!”

“ —fuckin’ love this hot dog—”

“Love the view, right doll?”

It’s like he was rubbing it in. The gross feeling, the loud noise and the tight packed crowd all teamed up to give you a headache. Great. You distracted yourself from the feeling by leaning into him and eating your popcorn, desperately trying to understand the game in front of you. Maybe you should have listened a little more to your boyfriend’s explanation. “You cold dollface?

“Nah, just tired and have a little headache, ‘m fine,” you said as you popped another piece of popcorn in your mouth.

He wrapped his arm around you so you could have more support. “We, uh, don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, y’know. It’s the bottom of the fifth if you wanna get out of here.”

“No, no, it‘s fine, gotta stay for my first baseball game. Besides, isn’t that rude to just leave?”

“Naw, it’s fine. ‘S pretty normal not to stay the whole nine innings for your first game. ‘Sides, I don’t want you to feel like shit. We could go to a game some other time, how’s that sound?”

You smiled softly. “Sounds perfect.”

“Good, now c’mon,” he said as he picked you up in his arms to carry you out of the stadium.

“Jeremy, my head is the thing that hurts, not my legs. I can still walk, you doofus,” you laughed. He kissed your forehead. 

“Whatever you say, sweetcake, but I’m still carryin’ ya.”

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It was dark out, and Jeremy had just finished calling Engineer on the pay phone while you sat on a nearby bench: Scout’s jacket draped over you. Only a few people milled about, leaving to their cars underneath the street lamps.

Jeremy sat down next to you, reaching to hold your hand. “Engie’s gonna be here in ‘bout ten minutes...you alright doll?”

You delicately took it. “I dunno…”

“Did anything happen?”

“I mean, kinda? It’s stupid though, dunno why I’m getting so focused on it.”

“Can you tell me?”

You took a deep breath and looked at the concrete. “Well, I don’t know if you actually heard me, but earlier I accidentally said that I love you. I- I mean, not accidentally, I do, but it just, y’know, slipped out.”

“I heard you doll,” Scout said, tilting your face up to look at him.

“Then why didn’t you say anything? I mean, I get if you don’t love me yet, I’m not gonna blame you, but just say something.”

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know if you were bein’ serious, doll,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Y’know, you’re amazing and sweet, and almost every time I’ve liked someone this fantastic they’re just with me for laughs.”

“Jeremy…we’ve been dating for two months, did you really think that I don’t care about you?”

“Well I mean, two months right. I kinda thought you would’ve already said ‘I love you’ by now, so just- I dunno. . . do you actually love me?”

“Of course I do, Jeremy, I just was nervous because I thought I said it too early,” you said, leaning closer to him, looking at how his face caught the light of the street lamp.

“I love you too,” Scout said with a dorky smile before pulling you close and kissing you. You probably would’ve kissed for much longer but the sound of a truck horn interrupted you. 

“Hey lovebirds, get in!” Engineer shouted from the truck.

Scout pulled away and blushed before getting in with you, holding your hand tight the whole time. 

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[lutiaslayton]

Random update on the transcription of the Eternal Diva novel, aka probably the one that most people don't even care about that much to begin with

(though you should, I haven't translated it yet but I spotted a few words here and there that caught my attention such as Luke mentioning Misthallery multiple times. Also there is in the introduction a novel-exclusive scene with Janice in it, just fyi.)

To those who didn't know, most of my free time as of lately has been put into the transcription/translation website I have dedicated to the Japan-exclusive Layton content that we never got to see, and more specifically I have been transcribing the Eternal Diva novel. Because yes, now you know, Eternal Diva was adapted into a novel and none of us non-Japanese fans got to read it. And boy this novel is going to drive me insane because I have been working on it for literal weeks by now.

In terms of progress, I have reached the part of the story in which Puzzle 004 is about to start, aka right after the end of the "Layton McGuffinned a helicopter that thinks it's a grasshopper" part. I have transcribed up to page 119 (+ the ending is already transcribed and translated because past me felt like it), and there are now 74 blank pages left for me to fill. And then the translation will come, too. I am totally looking forward to it. Can you feel the enthusiasm in my exciting punctuation.

This is the shortest novel of the list (200 pages if I count the blank ones), and this is the only novel that has furigana everywhere (aka the only one of the four I can actually read somewhat properly). Yippeeeee

Anyway if you want to take a look even though only the beginning and the end are translated for the time being:

You can take a looksie right here!

The reason why I'm going through the entire transcription first and that the full translation will only come afterwards is because, at least in my opinion if I were to view this as a reader instead of as the person uploading the content, this means that you guys get to know the story faster than if I progressed through both the transcription and translation at the same time.

After all, let's see it like this: sure, you can't read Japanese, and for the most part, neither can I. But since it's been transcribed, it means that you can easily copy-paste the Japanese text into DeepL, or Google Translate, or any translator of your choice. Sure, it's more work for you and if you are of the lazy kind you will still have to wait the same amount of time regardless (not saying it in a derogatory way), but at least it gives the choice for the ones who want the whole story to get it somewhat faster.

I don't speak Japanese, and I am not translating things as I go, so I have only a vague understanding of what is going on in the novel (and obviously, the fact that I know the plot of the movie is a huge help). But I can already tell you this much:

We get the lyrics for the ending's song, obviously. This is part of what has been translated so far.

The whole novel is not divided into chapters, but rather into smaller scenes/sections (however you want to call it). Some are narrated by Luke, some others are narrated by Janice (and/or Melina, I guess it depends on the context). Just like the three main novels you may be slightly more familiar with, the narration is in first person.

Since the only narrators who showed up so far are Luke and Janice/Melina, I don't think the scenes from Emmy's POV will be included (aka the one in which she questions Nina's parents, the one in which she is with Schrader, and the one in which she finds and rescues Grosky in the middle of the ocean). Perhaps they are going to appear later in the novel, but I highly doubt it for a number of reasons (number of pages in each section, and titles of said sections).

The novel starts with an exclusive scene under the POV of Janice. It takes place three years after the case, and she is just finished singing for the last rehearsal before the opera she will play in the day after — it is The Eternal Kingdom, which she has not sung in three years, and the next day will be the second time ever this opera will be sung in a theatre with a public. Of course, no eternal life game planned this time. Janice also gets a letter of encouragement from Whistler, which is pretty sweet.

Unless I missed it and it somehow happens in the part I did not yet translate, the intro of the movie in which Luke and Layton solve the case where Don Paolo decided to mess with the bells of Big Ben is not at all mentioned in the novel. Luke in the novel doesn't give the introduction-narration speech that he does in the movie, we jump straight into the scene in which he is shown in Layton's office pretending to be pointing at culprits (and we get a fun little scene showing what led up to him doing it). Go read it, it is translated, and I do not want to spoil for you the opportunity to read Luke being a dork all over again.

We switch to the flashback telling the actual events, and this is the part that has no translation yet. I won't give many details as a result since I don't know the things for sure myself, but as I said earlier, I saw a few words that I recognised here and there: notably, Luke mentions Misthallery on at least two occasions. If memory serves, one of them is when Grosky shows up to "arrest" the puppet, and I think Luke went on a small tangent to give a small summary of the events of Last Specter (aka how he met Grosky), and also mentions Descole (though he does not give his name, since I'm pretty sure that he didn't hear the words "My name is Jean Descole" at the time, and only learned that precisely upon meeting him again in ED). On another time he mentions it, from what I vaguely understood he may be making a reference to Naiya, Janice/Melina's friend who can be found in Misthallery and who is also a singer (she's the NPC who is meant to represent the singer of Paxmaveiti, just like Yuming is meant to represent the singer of Mysterious Flower in Miracle Mask). Pretty inconsequential, but it's always fun to have continuity nods and references to the actual plot of other stories.

Finally, back to three years later, we get an epilogue narrated by Luke which is the exact same scene as the movie: Layton and Luke are listening to Janice's opera, and at some point Janice shows up to say hi. Luke also mentions what happened to the rest of the participants after the case throughout those three years; most are just what we see from the credits, but the novel still gives a few more details in some cases:

By the time of the original trilogy, Amelia is studying abroad at a foreign university, and she recently sent a letter to Layton and Luke, saying that she is grateful even after three years.

Luke is friends with Nina, who comes by at Gressenheller every now and then, and he even considers her a rival of sorts due to Nina having a good memory and studying well. (also what the heck Luke why are you talking about getting to college and how you're worried that she may be admitted to college before you do, you're THIRTEEN)

Celia Raidley and Pierre Starbuck got married "just the other day" (yes, the ship is now officially confirmed beyond just the one image from the movie credits) and the tabloids are going wild over it.

Luke is reading Annie Dretche's latest mystery novel, and he can't put it down. Annie apparently told him that she has been writing faster so that Bargland (the guy who said he did not have much time left due to an illness) can read them at the hospital. Seems like "six months" turned into three years after all, good for him!

Anyway, that's all I have to say for now, I hope you enjoyed the rambling. I hope this will reach some fans of the movie who would be excited to get a few more details!

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Dreamer of light

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Word count: 1k

Chapter 8

"Training"

I had an interesting early morning, to say the least, as I woke up with none other than Morrigan on my doorstep, a pile of leathers in hands, trying to pass off as friendly, so I took up her offer on trying all of them on. Maybe she isn't so bad.

"So how are you dealing with it all? Your sisters, they..." she averted her gaze while I analyzed the outfits, mostly trying not to sound offensive when she describes them. Understandable.

"Are having a terrible time with it, indeed. But it was expected. It's unlike anything you may experience, I find out so many new things about myself, some worse than others. And then there is a matter of my new 'position' which is more than weird." She smiled sadly, reaching out a hand and placed it on my arm in support.

"Well, you can expect that given that you and your sister took parts of the Cauldron with you. And the fact that you nearly destroyed it is.. unbelievable. "She looked at me as if I cut the world apart and then sew it back together, amazement shone across her delicate features.

"So it's still standing?" I ask as I go to change, finding a white pair of leathers that I liked.

"From intel, yes." Morrigan sounded shaken, that meeting really gave her a good scare, it seems.

The leathers fit me like a glove, the white giving me the same comfort it did on the Mortal Lands. Thankfully that did not change. I take a moment for the first time since I became Fae to take in my features in, pointed ears, my brown hair had a strange kind of glow, the tattoos on my arms also shone quite brightly, although now they were covered, my features were more perfected and despite the fact that my limbs were slightly longer, that did not change my slightly more curved figure. I still find myself sometimes in small things.

My wings also looked completely ethereal, they somehow didn't get stuck while putting on the costume.

I sense Morrigan's worry from the time I spent alone confined in the bathroom with no word, so I sighed and got out, continuing the conversation.

"Unfortunate thing. I have to finish the job now. Again." She simply stared at me, her eyes giving dome sort of shine.

"You look.. wow." I giggle, so this is what left her speechless, huh?

"I also like it, a lot." She shot up, looking excited.

"You should wear it, then. Oh, I have so many ideas for dresses, we must go shopping!" Maybe we can become friends.

"I would love that, Mor. Thank you." She smiled and hugged me, leaving while reminding me that I am expected to be on the rooftop in 15 minutes, so I decided that I was also going to tale my leave not long after her.

The house led me to the roof easily, as I was yet to get used to my surroundings. There was no one there yet so I went along and sat in the middle of the fighting ring. Spreading my wings, feeling the coolness of the early morning air, feeling the sparks of life and energy led by the cool wind.

I felt at peace.

Then I heard multiple gasps and I turned to found my friends and sisters all wearing on surprised expressions. When Feyre saw the confusion on my face, she spoke.

"Look around you, Sienna." And then I saw them, the same energies I felt could now be seen, resembling shards of light. Now I understood their reaction. It was mesmerizing.

Slowly I took my concentration off of them and saw them turn into mist. With their departure, quietness settled in. But I could feel that one person was not entirely content, turning around to see Rhys' frown lessen trying to force a smile.

I dislike his pride, and I believed through and through that we could get along. Now I am seriously doubtful.

I had no time left to think about it as Cassian laughed loudly before picking me up and spinning me around, making me giggle in return.

"You're ready for training, little one?" He put me down gently while smiling widely.

"I believe so." At that Feyre put a hand on my shoulder, fake whispering.

"Sadly you won't say that after the actual training." And with that we began.

It is quite unfortunate that Feyre was right, training was extremely difficult, especially when I was not particularly athletic.

Warm ups were decent, mostly because they were meant for beginners. But after, when we worked on my back muscles, especially those of my wings, I can wholeheartedly admit that I have not felt such pain in a while.

"Have you had the instinct to take flight ever since you got them?" I nodded.

"Every single day. Why do you think I pick forests as my place for my walks?" He grinned.

"Smart choice." He patted me on the back as I winced, my muscles already sore. He gave me an apologetic look.

"Seems we'll have to leave that for another day. Go and fresh up, Amren is waiting for you. You'll need your luck then." He seemed pained only by the thought, which was understandable as they had no idea about the likes of us, although they still see me as the little sister. All but one.

"Unfortunately, I don't believe in luck. Thanks for everything, Cass." He hummed, turning back to his own devices.

With that, I left for my room, ever muscle in my body sore, I basically had to drag myself to the bath, which was already filled with water and flower petals, as well as scents, lilac, rain and sea salt.

The warmth was all I needed, although, I had one thought in mind, how in the world would I dry up my wings to not look like a disheveled duck?

[maximons]

Good Boy

Summary: Y/n and Wanda’s relationship was pretty much nonexistent after their break up, or at least it would be if they didn’t share custody of their dog, Fido. 

Word Count: 3,256

Genre: Angst w/ a happy ending

Requested?: No

Warnings: Injury of an animal, Mentions of emotional cheating, Mentions of sex

A/N: To the five people that missed me, I’m baccck! I wanted to write at least one more Wanda fic before she breaks our hearts again this week. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Your break up with Wanda was...messy to say the least. You weren’t oblivious to the problems you two had, you kinda saw the breakup coming, but still. 

Between you being ‘the most stubborn person in the galaxy’ Wanda’s words which happened to cause multiple bad decisions that led to fights, and Wanda having this “connection” with the resident robot of the Avengers, it was only a matter of time.

After one two many screaming matches that lasted till 2 am, you two called it quits. 

Fast forward a few months, and now Wanda was together with the toaster, while you swore off commitment for the foreseeable future and opted to bring home any girl that you could. Neither one of you was happy with the other’s next step, but of course neither one of you said anything.

In fact, the only reason you two still interacted at all was because you were teammates that lived in the same compound. Sometimes it was inevitable for the greater good to be civil, but beyond that, you had no reason to talk.

...Well, there was one other reason. Your dog, Fido.

Look, Wanda was a sucker for cliches, and there was a time where you couldn’t imagine saying no to her, so of course the dog’s name was Fido.

You and Wanda decided to adopt a puppy about a year into your relationship. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Considering the life as an Avenger wasn’t ideal for parenting children, you both figured a dog would be a good substitute, for that time being anyway.

Truth be told, you didn’t think it’d be a complicated issue when you broke up. You just assumed you’d keep Fido. Wanda wanted a fresh new start with Vision, right? Why would she want to take the dog you shared into that?

Well, Wanda just about slapped you when you said that. She loved that dog just as much as you did.

So somehow, without actually having children, you have an custody arrangement going on.

You get Fido Monday evening through Thursday afternoon, and Wanda got him Thursday evening to the next Monday afternoon.

It was awkward as hell for the first few weeks, but by now, you just considered it part of your routine. You and Wanda simply exchanged polite smiles, told each other anything the other might need to know, and went about your day after dropping him off. Simple as that.

Well, of course nothing’s simple in your life for too long.

One Monday, you had the pleasure of waking up to loud banging at your door.

You shot awake and sat up quickly at the loud noise. Taking a second to rub your eyes and adjust to the reality around you apparently wasn’t allowed as the banging started up again.

“Hold on!” You shouted back at the source as you scrambled and practically fell out of bed. Three more bangs commenced before you got to your door and yanked it open. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the woman who’s fist was paused in mid air. “Jesus, what the hell?”

“I should be saying that.” Your ex responded simply. It was only then that you noticed the leash in her hand, Fido attached. “You were supposed to pick him up hours ago.”

“What, can’t handle some extra time with him? Aren’t you a loving mother.” You said sarcastically as you took the leash from her hand. “I don’t pick him up till noon anyway.”

“It’s 3, Y/n.” Wanda deadpanned. You raised your brows at the information.

“Oh, shit for real?”

“Yes. Maybe you’d be up at a decent hour if you weren’t coming back home at 5 am.”

“Aww, are you paying attention to me again?” You couldn’t help the teasing smile that spread across your face. Wanda simply rolled her eyes.

“Kind of hard not to when you almost trip the alarm system.”

“I thought your boyfriend’s name was Vision.” You teased again, and that was enough for Wanda to no longer want to be in your presence. 

“You’re an asshole.” She shot at you before storming off. “Don’t forget his vet appointment on Wednesday!” She shouted over her shoulder as she was halfway down the hall.

“Fido’s or Vision’s?” You shouted back. She didn’t respond verbally, but knew she heard you when she threw you the finger. You chuckled as she turned down the hall and out of sight.

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You hadn’t seen Wanda since then, and your week with Fido had been going as normal. Outside of the vet appointment, that seemed to go pretty well, everything was business as usual.

So you were extremely confused when the familiar banging returned on Thursday morning.

“What the fuck?” You whispered to yourself as you walked to your door to yank it open yet again. “You know other people live here, right?”

The rhetorical question was ignored as Wanda got right to the point of what was pissing her off. “You slept with the vet!?”

To say you were taken aback would be an understatement. Outside of the obvious embarrassment of her airing out your business in the hallway, you were confused. You and Wanda haven’t talked at all about your sex life, and seeing as she had a boyfriend now, you didn’t know why she cared. 

You blinked a few times, trying to gather your thoughts, but that was too long for Wanda’s liking. “Well!?”

You jumped back at her sudden shout. “Shit, calm down, just come in.” You rushed her in your room before she yelled anything else out. She, surprisingly, didn’t put up a fight and entered. You closed the door behind her. “What are you yelling about?”

“Sorry, did I not ask you loudly enough the first time?” Wanda crossed her arms, looking at you for an explanation.

“Yeah, no, you definitely did. Just don’t know why.”

“It’s a conflict of interest.”

“What interests are being conflicted here?”

“The interests of our chil-” Wanda coughed to cover up her mistake, but you caught it. “For Fido.”

“Uh huh.” You raised a brow, unimpressed.

“Look, I know you can’t keep it in your pants, but stick to the sluts you pick up at the bar. Not the vet.”

Your eyes widened at what she said. Now you were pissed right along with her.

“Okay, first off, the vet’s a dude. If you paid any fucking attention to anything outside of the brave little toaster, you’d know that. I slept with the receptionist.”

“I don’t-”

“Second off.” You cut her off. “You have no right commenting on my sex life or who I decide to spend my time with. Last I checked, we’re broken up. And I seem to remember you wasting no time jumping right into the arms of Robo-boy.”

“Oh, get over it already, Y/n!” Wanda’s voice rose at this point, this was not how she was seeing this conversation going. If you can call her going up to your room seeing literal red a ‘conversation’.

“There is no way in hell I’m ever going to get over that!” You shouted out, which shut Wanda up. You’ve yelled before, but every word that you just shouted out was laced with...something she hasn’t seen from you in a while. Genuine emotion.

Before you knew it, or could stop yourself, you continued. “You just went right to him. After months and months of you trying to convince me I was crazy for seeing what I saw.” You softened your voice at this point, but Wanda was still listening with rapt attention. “I mean, you convinced me to trust you time and again, but the second you got the chance, guess who you ran straight to? Honestly, It’s hard to believe something wasn’t going on beforehand.”

“Y/n, nothing happened between Vision and I before we broke up.” Wanda said sincerely.

“Even if it wasn’t physical, emotional cheating is still a thing.” Wanda paused at that. “I don’t think you can deny that one.”

“I...I don’t-”

“Yeah.” You said simply before quickly regaining your composure. Wanda watched as you quickly rebuilt all the walls you temporarily brought down. You started busying yourself getting Fido’s thing’s together, just so you didn’t have to look at her anymore. “So, yeah, forgive me for just wanting to find temporary company every once in a while. If I wanna fuck the receptionist, I’m gonna fuck the receptionist.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting.” Wanda rolled her eyes in disgust, hoping to disguise the hurt beneath the surface.

“Yeah, I’m a lot of things.” You clipped the leash onto Fido before holding it out. “Since you’re here anyway, you can take him.”

Wanda sighed. “Fine.”

“Yeah, see you Monday.” You closed the door the second she left, almost hitting her ass in doing so, but you didn’t care. You were too busy trying to breathe.

You didn’t know that Wanda was on the other side of the door trying to do the same.

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Two days had passed since then, and you felt a little better. You couldn’t deny it felt good letting out something that had bothered you so deeply, but you couldn’t help but wonder how things would be like with Wanda now. You haven’t talked since that day, so things were going per usual as of now, but come Monday, you’d be facing the music.

It was the middle of the night on Saturday when your phone rang. You were halfway passed out, so you were a little annoyed at the interruption, but reached out for the device regardless. Your brows furrowed when Wanda’s contact name appeared on screen. You figured she butt dialed you, but you hit answer anyway.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” Came the worried reply. Okay, definitely not a butt dial. “Sorry for calling you so late, but I think something’s wrong with Fido.”

That woke you up. You opened your eyes and sat up. “What do you mean, what happened?”

“I don’t know, he was perfectly fine one minute, and then I turn around for two seconds and hear a thud. He’s laying on the ground and is whimpering, but I don’t think he can move.”

“Have you tried picking him up?”

“He won’t let me near him without growling.” You could hear Wanda’s panic grow with each word.

“Okay, okay, don’t touch him but don’t take your eyes off him. I’ll be there in a second.” You prepared yourself to use your powers to teleport to where she is, but her voice cuts you off.

“Wait, wait! I’m in my old room... not Vision’s.”

That gave you pause. You knew Wanda moved into her boyfriend's room about a month ago, that’s where you dropped Fido off the last few weeks. “Wha-”

“Don’t ask right now, just get here.” You would’ve asked anyway under normal circumstances, but you agreed now wasn’t the time. You focused your thoughts on what you remembered Wanda’s room to look like, and in the blink of an eye you were there.

Wanda sat at the edge of her bed while looking at Fido, who laid only a few inches away. You tried to make your way to him, but as Wanda had said, he growled when you got too close. You spotted some crashed knick knacks strewn about, along with a half crashed down shelf, and could put two and two together.

“I think he might’ve crashed into your shelf and it collapsed on him. From what I can tell, his leg is broken, but we gotta get him to someone that actually knows what they’re talking about.” You pulled out your phone. “There’s probably some 24 hour animal hospitals by here, lemme look.”

“How are we going get him there? He won’t let either of us near.”

You thought for a second while you continued your search. “I don’t think I can teleport us there without risking further damage, but your magic is precise enough that you can pick him up to get him to a car.”

That caught Wanda’s attention, her eyes snapping to you. “Wha-, you don’t think I’ll screw anything up? Hurt him more?”

You finally looked up from your phone, eyes locking with Wanda’s at her statement. You shook your head gently. “No, of course not. I know you aren’t the biggest fan of your powers sometimes, but I know you and you can be delicate when you want to be. There’s no doubt you can get him there.” You looked back down at your phone, missing the small smile on Wanda’s face.

She never stopped believing in me.

Her thoughts were interrupted when you let out a happy shout. “Got one! Only five miles out, we can get there in like 15 minutes. We’ll take Nat’s car.”

Wanda gave you a look. “You know she hates it when you take her car.”

“Yeah, but when she finds out it was for Fido, she’ll live. She’s like an uncle to him.” You said with a small smirk. Wanda knew you were using the opportunity to drive Nat’s car, but decided not to comment. “Okay, you’re up.” You said, telling her to pick up Fido.

She takes a breath before putting her hands out. Red magic surrounded him, and after a second he was gently lifted a few feet off the ground. Fido looked calm, head still curled up resting in his lap.

“Told ya.” You whispered with a smile. You and Wanda’s eyes locked, and a moment passed between you, before you got back to the task at hand. “Alright, let’s go.” You opened the door, letting a floating Fido and Wanda go first.

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The two of you sat in silence in the hospital waiting room, patiently waiting for any news on Fido. You had to guess it’s only been about ten minutes or so, but the awkward silence paired with the otherwise empty waiting room, it felt like hours.

“It’s my fault.” If it weren’t for the dead silence, you wouldn’t have heard the whispered words from the woman next to you. 

“No, don’t beat yourself up. It won’t do any of us any good.” You started, trying to comfort her the best way you knew how given your tentative relationship. “It could’ve happened to anyone, the important thing is you made sure we got him where he needed to be.”

Wanda spared you a quick glance and nodded, seemingly accepting what you were saying. “Thanks, Y/n.”

“Yeah.” You acknowledged. A few more moments of silence passed, before you decided to break the tension again. “You’ve never been the best with tools anyway, what were you doing trying to build furniture?”

Your teasing tone was more lighthearted than the teasing Wanda was used to from you in recent months, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly at it. She nudge you with her knee in response. “Shut up.” She said with a laugh, causing you to chuckle with her.

The two of you fell into silence again. This time, Wanda broke it with a sigh. “I didn’t just mean Fido getting hurt was my fault though.” You looked over to Wanda, but didn’t say a word, letting her continue. “Everything that happened with us...that was all me. You didn’t deserve any of this.”

I guess we’re doing this now. You thought. A conversation about your last blow up was bound to happen at some point. You didn’t expect her to take this much responsibility though. You tried to find the words to say. “I...”

“Vision and I broke up.” She declared suddenly, throwing you into more shock than you already were.

“Oh.” Was all you can think of to say to that. You cant pretend you were sad about it, but you weren’t about to rub Wanda’s heartbreak in her face. You’re not that cruel.

“I never...” Wanda braced herself with a sigh before continuing. “I honestly never felt for him what I felt...feel for you.”

You took a minute to gather your thoughts before finally responding. “I don’t...so why did you leave him for me essentially?”

“Vis and I talked about that. I didn’t understand the draw I had to him, because o be honest, my relationship with him just never felt right. I only ever felt drawn to him when I was near him, but when I was away from him, all I ever thought about was you. He told me he felt similar- not the thinking about you part, but you get what I mean.”

“Yeah, he’s not exactly my type.” You whispered out jokingly, and Wanda couldn’t help but chuckle.

“We think it had to do with both of our connection to the mind stone.” Wanda sighed sadly again, thinking about how everything unraveled. “I know nothing I say will ever excuse this...I made a terrible call, and I don’t think I can apologize enough for lying and hurting you the way I have. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I know it’s insanely selfish of me to ask for another chance, but...I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try.” She finished, and you didn’t know what to think. It makes sense in theory, and Wanda seemed genuine, but how are you ever supposed to trust her again?

“Okay...” You started. “But the mind stone is still in Vision’s head and still the source of your powers, that isn’t changing, so how do I know you won’t run off with him again?”

“Our connection isn’t romantic, we unfortunately had to take the hard road to figure that out, but I know that for sure. I can’t blame you for not trusting it though, but if you let me, I’m willing to try to prove to you how much I still love you, Y/n...you and only you.” Wanda took a chance and reached her hand to cover yours. You didn’t pull away.

“I-”

“Fido Maximoff?” You were cut off by the vet’s voice entering the room, you both looked up and stood, almost breathing a sigh of relief when Fido was pushed out in a small cart. “He’s gonna be okay. He suffered a fracture on his right front leg, but it’s not serious enough to require surgery. He’ll have to remain in the splint for a few weeks with little mobility, but he’ll be back to normal in no time.”

You both couldn’t help but smile at the news. “Thank you so much, doctor.” You thanked. He nodded with a smile and left.

After taking a few moments to greet Fido, who thankfully was no longer hostile to the two of you, you looked back at each other. “Look, I...” You started, taking a deep breath to gather your thoughts. “I never stopped loving you too, but I can’t just jump right back into the way things were.”

Wanda nodded sadly. “I understand.”

“But...” You continued. “I wouldn’t be opposed to taking it slow?” You asked shyly. Wanda looked back up at you and smiled. “I think Fido should stay in my room tonight, probably with both of his parents there.”

Wanda tilted her head in confusion, but a smile still on her face. “What happened to taking it slow?”

“Mind out of the gutter Maximoff, I just meant sleep.” You laughed as you pushed the cart outside to the car.

It would take a while, but you were sure you were making the right choice. There wasn’t anyone else for you than Wanda.

And in a weird twisted way, you couldn’t help but thank Fido for bringing her back to you.

[comfortbucky]

hey hey! can u do some fluffy bucky about having to share a hotel room w u and there’s only one bed!!!! and he’s trying to be respectful n stuff but man does he have the fattest crush on u! thank u <333

HEY HEY YES OMFGGG THE ONE BED TROPE (ur mind😌🤝)

i’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO COME SO SOON

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pairing: bucky x fem!avenger!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers BABYYYY, angst, fluff

A/N: i almost always write about tfatws!bucky in mind but let me try and branch out by writing about avenger!bucky hehe

i hope u enjoy🥺💗i absolutely loved this prompt and loved writing this!!!! (it is almost 4am for me as i am posting this :) i’m insane :))

this oneshot will not be following the canon timeline!

word count: 2k

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“Stick to the plan, Y/N.” Steve’s voice came through over the intercom. She rolled her eyes at his warning. He always seemed to be extra cautious with her, making her feel like an unimportant member of the team, and this mission was no different.

“I got this,” she said, completely ignoring his request and charging headfirst at the enemy. Her brash decision resulted in her receiving a heavy beat down, ending up with a split lip and fractured ribs.

Needless to say, Steve was pissed. He and Y/N developed a close friendship over the years, during his search for Bucky. She was oftentimes the one who would stay up all night with him, looking for any trace of Bucky’s existence online. She’d become one of the closest people in his life, which is exactly why he was upset with her, endangering her own life.

After the mission, he confronted her at the base camp.

“You could’ve gotten killed!”

“But I didn’t,” she snapped back. “And the mission was a success anyways, so I don’t get why you’re so mad right now.”

Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“It’s reckless behavior like this that’s eventually going to get you killed, Y/N.”

Bucky walked into the room and immediately regretted his decision as soon as he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’d come to foster an animosity towards her, after seeing her close friendship with Steve. After Bucky joined the Avengers, he noticed how much time they spent together, and jealousy started to fester within him. Steve was the only person he felt comfortable being around in the tower and she constantly took him away from Bucky. Everyone else seemed to have an aversion to him, or so he assumed. He never gave anyone the chance to get to know him, locking himself up in his room most hours of the day. Bucky didn’t think anyone would want to get to know an ex-assassin, especially one that killed the Tony Stark’s parents. She was the one thing that kept Steve away from him and he despised it. So Bucky did what he did best and avoided any sort of interaction with her.

Steve looked at Bucky and suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He had noticed how closed-off Bucky had been since joining the Avengers and refused to let Y/N be alone, worried that she might make another brazen decision. He hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

“Bucky,” Steve said, making his way over to him. “You and Y/N will be assigned to the same room tonight.”

Bucky choked on his own spit in response and Y/N began to protest.

“You’re not serious, right?” Steve turned to face her with a stern expression.

“You’re not giving me any reason to trust you to be alone.” She let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Why me?” Bucky asked, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Because I trust you, Buck. I need you to do this for me.”

Bucky could see the desperation in Steve’s eyes and reluctantly nodded.

Steve was able to obtain another key card to the hotel room that Y/N was assigned to for the mission. He forgot to take into account the logistics of the sleeping arrangements, leaving Bucky to find a single bed as he entered Y/N’s room.

Bucky froze, his right hand on the door handle, keeping it open, his left hand by his side, holding his duffel bag. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do, when Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Relax,” she started, motioning for him to come inside. “I’ll sleep on the floor, alright?”

Y/N knew that Bucky didn’t like her, despite Steve trying to convince her otherwise. It hurt her feelings a bit, especially after she’d learned so much about him through both Steve’s stories and the time she spent tracking him down. He was such an important person to Steve, her close friend, and Bucky hated her. At first, she figured he was shy and wasn’t ready to open up to anyone else, especially after all the trauma he endured. But she realized he actively disliked her over time, with Bucky always leaving the room when she entered or ignoring her offers to hang out with her and Steve. Eventually, she gave up on reaching out to Bucky, as she only seemed to upset him further, no matter what she did. She figured it was for the best.

Bucky stepped into the room and shook his head.

“Bed’s too soft for me anyways, I’ll take the floor,” he grumbled.

Y/N shrugged in response, knowing that Bucky would be too stubborn to try and argue against. She turned around and picked up the phone, calling the front desk to ask for extra blankets and pillows. When she hung up the phone, she turned back to Bucky to see him nod in thanks.

The rest of the night was silent, as they both prepared for bed, taking turns going into the bathroom to wash up and change. While Y/N was in the bathroom, Bucky arranged the extra blankets and pillows into a makeshift bed on the ground, something that he’d done countless times before. Y/N exited the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts, and placed her toiletries bag in one of the hotel dresser drawers.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Bucky grunted in response, grabbing some clothes and a bag headed for the bathroom.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he stated, just before shutting the door behind him. Y/N scoffed at his comment, gently climbing into bed, in an attempt to not further injure her ribs. She winced as she tried to get into a comfortable position before settling to sleep on the side of her unaffected ribs.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N lying on her left side, her back towards him. He assumed that she had already fallen asleep and quietly crawled into his makeshift bed.

Approximately 10 minutes had passed, when he heard her sniffling. At first, he thought the noise was coming from outside the window, but he traced it back to her. He remained lying on his back for a moment, deciding whether or not to say something. Bucky sighed before speaking.

“You okay?” Y/N immediately stiffened upon hearing Bucky’s voice. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hear her crying, despite his super soldier hearing abilities.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied back, her voice wavering as she spoke. Y/N hated how weak and pathetic she sounded in that moment. Her fractured ribs made it hard for her to breathe and the adrenaline, that was previously shielding her from the pain, had faded, leaving her to lie there in agony. On top of that, she also felt that this mission solidified her belief that Steve had little faith in her ability to be an Avenger. The last thing she wanted to do right now, was to confess her insecurities to Bucky.

Bucky’s attitude softened, hearing Y/N’s voice crack when she spoke. He knew she’d gotten hurt due to her own, dumb, decision during the mission. Bucky quietly pulled his blankets off and stood up, leaving the room without saying another word. As soon as the door shut, Y/N burst into tears. Bucky did exactly as he’d done in the past many times before, leave. She wasn’t sure why this time upset her more than the rest. Probably because she knew that he was aware of her crying and he’d still chosen to abandon her completely.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing her to stop crying. Y/N listened to Bucky’s footsteps growing closer, and felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat on the edge she was facing towards. She peered over the blanket she was covering her face with, to see Bucky facing her, holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel. Bucky’s heart sank at the sight of her glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the moonlight.

“For your ribs,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the ice bag in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Y/N took the bag from him, attempting to slowly sit up. She closed her eyes as she grimaced, and suddenly felt a hand on her back, helping her up. Her eyes opened to reveal Bucky, with a soft smile on his lips. She silently thanked him again, placing the ice bag on the right side of her ribcage.

“Thought you hated me,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze down on her lap. He furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on her.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well, you definitely don’t like me.”

Bucky paused at her comment, thinking about his next words, before responding.

“I don’t like that you take up all of Steve’s free time,” he grumbled, causing Y/N to quickly look up at Bucky, his eyes averting her gaze. Her face fell, immediately realizing why Bucky had treated her so coldly all this time. He just missed his friend.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her in response. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and understanding, even coming up with multiple points to argue back at her. He realized then that he didn’t know her at all, but that he wanted to now. In an instant, she became an entirely different person. He studied her eyes and wondered if they had always sparkled like that, if her cheeks were naturally rosy, or if her lips had always been so pink and plump.

His expression softened and he cleared his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, tearing himself away from her gaze to look down at his lap. After a moment of silence, Bucky stood up to return back to the floor.

“Stay.” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she had time to process them. Bucky froze and turned to face her. “I mean, if you want to, of course. Just figured the floor must be super uncomfortable for you.” Y/N felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and kicked herself mentally. She looked down at her hands, regretting the words she spoke, before feeling the bed dip again. She looked up to see Bucky. He smiled and she almost melted at the sight.

She shifted over, putting the ice bag on the nightstand, as Bucky crawled into bed next to her. The two rested on their backs, both staring at the ceiling in silence. Bucky remained at a respectful distance away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Y/N turned on her left side, her good side, to face him.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

Bucky turned on his side to face her before responding.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

A strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Bucky, instinctively, reached out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Immediately, he regretted it, about to pull his hand back when Y/N took her hand and placed it on top of his, guiding it to rest on her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and she leaned into his embrace. Bucky felt his heart rate increase as she moved her body closer to his, wrapping the arm she used to hold his hand on her face, across his side. He shifted towards her as well, wrapping his arm around her body, bringing her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nervous that he might have somehow misinterpreted the situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in such an intimate way in years and had no idea what he was doing. Y/N looked up at him and nodded, before snuggling her face into his chest and Bucky felt a wave of calm wash over him.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into his chest. He chuckled at the vibrations from her voice and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to, honey.”

[spenciegoob]

A Special Kind of Man

this fic swap is for @safertokiss​​ ... I really hope you like it, emma bc this was so fun to write lol

A/N: OMG! this is a part of my first fic swap and the first time I’ve done something like this with so many people, it’s been so cool.

Summary: Spencer Reid was a virgin, you knew that. What you didn’t expect however was how much he was really holding back.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: loss of virginity (spencer), mommy kink, penetrate sex, unprotected sex, creampie

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I always knew Spencer Reid was special, and sure, everyone he’s ever had a conversation with would look at this 24 year old kid spewing facts that no human would think to ever learn about, stockpiling knowledge about, well, everything. I’m sure he amazes people with his mind, I too am amazed when he opens his mouth and the exact number of a certain model Ford truck that is bought every year falls out.

But what else I knew about Spencer that made him more special, more worshipable was beyond anything anyone outside our closed doors would know, and my god would I ever be a fool if I didn’t do just that; worship him.

I would have continued to believe that somewhere down the line, someone would have been smart enough to give that man every piece of love and attention he deserves, because let me be perfectly candid, Spencer was beautiful. His jawline that never lacked the tension of holding back every nugget of knowledge he had stored in that beautiful brain of his, and the eyes like honey that stare up at me with an innocence and desperation alike every time I straddle his lap.

Spencer Reid was not only worth worshipping, but he believed that I deserve that kind of dedication and preach as well.

I never did quite ask if he was a virgin, but in the back of my mind I always knew he had been surrounded by blind fools his whole life in the way he grasped onto my body and whimpered in my mouth every time I perched myself onto him. He would never go further than heavy petting, which meant neither did I. Spencer may be worth worshipping, but I would never push him to receive such.

So, when we found ourselves entangled once again, my legs spread to wrap around his hips as he sat perched against the back of the couch, and I felt the coolness of his hesitant fingers snake their way under my shirt, I was surprised into pulling away from the heavy kiss we were sharing. Immediately his hands, that initially sent a chill hurtling up my spine only to fill me with warmth, returned back to my waist over the shirt, scared that he had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, looking down and rushing through the words with so much embarrassment and fear of my reaction as if I could ever imagine tantalizing or walking away from him.

“Do you want to?” I asked, and personally thanked whoever was listening that Spencer Reid was a profiler, because even if I wanted to, I couldn’t hide the lust in my eyes, or the breathiness to my voice. He had, unbeknownst to my partner here, left me having to take deep breaths and positively buzzing. Like I said, I always knew he was special.

“Put my hands under your shirt?” Came his reply, and I may have never been a profiler, but I could hear, behind the confusion, fear of my rejection plaguing his mind.

“Yes,” I whispered, my lips grazing his cheek where I placed a soft kiss. Spencer’s grip on me tightened as I moved towards his ear, subconsciously pulling my hips down onto him. “Whatever you want, pretty boy.”

“You!” The exclamation was a shout mixed with a gasp once I sunk my teeth into his ear lobe. At first, I had not thought to take Spencer’s words so seriously. We were in the heat of the moment, hands grasping onto one another and lips finding skin, but then my sweet boy pushed me far back only so he could look in my eyes with the confidence of a man who just won the lottery to state. “I want you.”

There were multiple things I took note of when looking down at Spencer. The first being that he had only taken his eyes off of my own in favor of glancing down at my lips, then back at me before raising his eyebrows in silent question. The second was that he had not stopped squirming underneath me, the hard on trapped in his work slacks having to be uncomfortable by now, and the every few seconds he found friction against my own clothed center could not have been helping as much as he needed.

The third, and final thing I noticed buried deep into blown pupils and wide, boyish eyes was the lust, desperation, the need for me the same I held for him. Spencer Reid wanted nothing more in this moment than to show me he was a good boy, a special boy.

“Are you sure?” I barely got through the last word before Spencer started nodding. “I need words, pretty boy.”

“Yes,” his tone was already breathy, and we haven’t even started. “Yes, please. I’m ready.”

I didn’t wait, grabbing a hold of my sweet boy’s cheeks and bringing his face down to meet our lips. The kiss was slow, passionate of course, but I wanted to take my time with him. The way I see this going is spending carefully calculated time on every part of his body, worshipping him and giving him all of my love in the form of soft bites and deliberate touches. Spencer Reid was handing me all of him, and I would be foolish not to return the favor.

Spencer and I were not going into this blind, because no matter how embarrassed he got, we somehow ended up having a very enlightening conversation in the past, even if at first it had started as a joke.

“Not everything Freud has said in his life was completely untrue,” was what started the argument. Spencer, in his oh so need to discredit the behaviorists and psychoanalysts of the past, jumped at the opportunity to prove me wrong, but I wasn’t going to let him this time. “While he may have gone about it the… wrong way, Freud was onto something.”

I had unbeknownst to Spencer got up from my seat, and was quietly tiptoeing over to him. “You don’t agree that you wouldn enjoy calling me Mommy in bed, pretty boy?”

“I-I um…” Is what ended the argument.

I pulled back, admiring his swollen lips and eyes fluttering open before pulling my shirt over my head, giving Spencer a full view of my now bare chest. The only way I could describe his face was similar to what I would imagine someone’s expression would be if they had made a groundbreaking discovery. His eyes grew wide and his jaw went slack in surprise, plus he didn’t hesitate to shift his gaze to my breasts. I could feel his hands loosen their grip on my waist, fingertips itching to move up my body to feel more of me.

“Can- can I touch them?” He whispered, not taking his eyes off the body part in question. Spencer was still looking at my chest in awestruck, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel the same way I thought of him.; beautiful, worshipable, special.

I nodded my head, grabbing onto Spencer’s wrists where his hands still remained at my sides and slowly dragged them up to chest. There was no more hesitation, he pressed his palms onto my breasts and grabbed them, pushing them together before kneading them.

“Oh my god, they’re s-so soft” he gasped, eyes blowing wide.“I w-want you. Please, M-”

Spencer stopped himself, and I could feel the muscles in his body tensing at the accidental slip of the name I so desperately wanted to pull from him now that I knew he felt the same about it.

“What was that?” I hummed against him, starting to softly grind our aching centers against each other, eliciting the sweetest moans from the sweetest boy while he continued to palm my breasts.

“Please. Mommy, please.” And there it was, my title for the evening and the reason for the growing wetness at my core.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” The buttons on his shirt were harder to undo than I would like to admit, his fingers that have moved on to tweak my nipples pulling my concentration and causing me to moan quietly as I worked. Eventually I accomplished getting his shirt open, and he helped me to push it off his shoulders and off of him.

I ran my hand down his chest, relishing the whimpers falling from his lips and my featherlight touch traveling further to the waistband of his pants.

“Bedroom,” I whispered, attempting to remove myself from his lap in favor of moving this party to a more comfortable place than the couch. Spencer had other plans.

“Wait,” he shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me back down on top of him. “I-I like it here.”

“On the couch, pretty boy?” It wasn’t that the position we were in wasn’t feasible, but this was Spencer’s first time. I wanted to make it as special as I could, starting with an actual bed.

“I want to be close to you.” If his words didn’t pull at my heartstrings, the way he looked down instead of in my eyes again did.

“Okay,” I agreed, and it was the truth, because the warmth spreading through me at the feeling of our bodies pressed so closely together was intoxicating. Spencer went to go unbutton my jeans, but I stopped him. Not because I didn’t want them off, but because he hadn’t realized that my plans for him included him sitting there and looking pretty like he always does. “Let me take care of you, sweet boy.”

I finished the job Spencer had started, getting up to unbutton my jeans and pull them down my legs. I heard him gasp at the sight of me now in only a pink thong before reaching out and making grabby hands at me. Instead of sitting back on his lap, I sunk to my knees on the floor, repeating the process on his work slacks and stripping him down to his boxers.

“Is this okay?” I asked, running my hands up and down his thighs in the most soothing manner. He responded with a hard nod and an ‘Yes, Mommy,’ shifting his hips closer to my hands in hopes that I would touch him where he craved the most. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t give him what he wanted. I didn’t use my hands, however, lowering my face to where there was an evident wet spot of precum on his boxers and placed a gentle kiss through the fabric on the tip of his dick.

Immediately his hands shot out to grab onto the sides of my face, forcing me away from his member to look up at him insead.

“I- I’m not going to last long like that,” he whispered. “Please, I need you, Mommy, please.”

I stood up, returning to my position perched onto his lap and smashing my lips to his. This kiss was much different than the ones we’ve shared previously, it was rushed, uncalculated and heavy. Tongues fought against each other and I caught his little whimpers in my mouth every time our cores rubbed against each other.

I grabbed onto the waistband of his boxers, asking one last time if he was sure. When I got his permission, I pulled them down to reveal himself to me, and my god was he beautiful. The tip was red and leaking precum, and I used my thumb to gather some and bring it to my mouth. Spencer’s jaw went slack again, watching me suck his cum off my digit and not taking my eyes off his own. I shifted once again to hover over him, pulling my panties to the side.

“Are you ready?” I asked, grabbing his hard cock and readying the tip to my entrance. He attempted to buck his hips up and enter me, but I continued to tease him by rubbing my wetness over him without entering just yet.

“Yes. Please, Mommy.” I sunk down, reveling in the way his eyes grew wide and his hands shot up to grab onto any part of me. Slowly, I inched down, feeling the stretch he provided and we both were moaning at the feeling.

“Is this okay?” I asked once more, getting a nod and a gasp at the feeling of me around him in return. His hips were trying to buck up into me, but I wouldn’t let him, lifting up slowly and slamming back down to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” he praised once again, screwing his eyes shut and panting. I picked up a rhythm bouncing on his cock with feaverish intent, neither of us were going to last long, both of us hypersensitive to each other.

Spencer opened his eyes, and couldn’t find where to look. He started with my breasts bouncing in his face with my increased speed, and moved on to where our bodies met, watching himself disappear into me. Lastly, he stopped at my face, finding me already staring down at him with my mouth agape and mewls escaping me.

From there we gazed into each other’s eyes, Spencer not holding back any of his sweet moans and gasps that sounded like garbled versions of my name. The knot in my stomach tightened further when I shifted slightly and felt his tip graze my sweet spot. He must have been close to, his hips thrusting up softly to meet my own in an attempt to chase his high. I reached down to rub my clit, wanting to fall off the edge together.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” he panted out, and I clenched around him at the sound of him whimpering. “Ah- ah ah, Mommy please!”

I increased the pressure on my clit, the coil in my stomach reaching its end when I shouted “Cum with me, pretty boy.”

Spencer’s hands gripped onto my waist with bruising pressure as we reached our highs together, crashing down with a shout of each other’s name as I felt his cum cover my pulsing walls. The feeling was indescribable, extending my orgasm and milking him for everything he has.

I slumped forward, resting my head against his sweaty shoulder as we attempted to catch our breaths. Spencer’s arms wrapped around me fully, pulling me closer to him and nuzzling his face into my neck, the sentiment making me smile.

“Are you okay?” I asked once our breathing returned to normal and the cloudiness of my post organsm brain melted. He just pulled me impossibly closer, laying kisses on the expanse of my neck he could reach.

“I’m more than okay. That was- that was-”

“Yeah, I know.” I giggled at his awestruck tone, mimicking his movements and nuzzling deep in his neck, breathing in his sweet scent.

Like I said, Spencer Reid was a special kind of man.

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[dontbeunraisonable]

Kaminari Denki and Kirishima Eijirou dating an Adopted Yamada GN!Reader

Requested by anon! This is still kinda short but I’m getting back in the groove of things :3

Word Count: 1.5k words

Warnings: fluff, kissy kissies, swearing, unbeta’d

Kaminari Denki 

- It wasn’t that you had tried to hide it from him. Parents just never came up during your conversations. 

- Since you were adopted, it wasn’t like you two looked super similar that it was obvious.

- But the little things that could have clued him into figuring out your dad was the Voice Hero that went right over his head.

- You and Jirou became pretty good buddies since you both knew a lot about music and how to play multiple instruments.

- The English conversations you had with Mic after class was probably your method of getting extra credit and favoritism points by flexing your fluency. You two had a special relationship because you were his favorite.

- You knew a good amount about Mic’s abilities and past, but maybe he was your favorite hero or something?

- The reason Aizawa didn’t phase you so much was that either you knew you were a good student and he wasn’t serious about expelling you or maybe you were just braver than him.

- But Denki found out. Eventually.

“Can we see a movie tomorrow?”

“If you get at least a 60 on the English test tomorrow.”

“What?! That’s not fair!”

You two were working on homework together in the homeroom, his desk scooted next to yours so he could bother you without getting shushed by Iida who was trying to tutor, or by Bakugou who just liked to yell at him for funsies.

“It is fair. I’m helping you study for it tonight, remember?”

“Oh, so when you say ‘let’s study together’ you mean actual studying? Not making out with our textbooks open.”

“Kaminari,” growled Bakugou. “If you don’t shut the fuck up I am going to blast you through a window.”

Denki muttered something that sounded like ‘hoes mad’ but did speak quieter until you finished your assignment.

“Shall we?” you asked, packing your things up. He did the same and you gave your classmates a wave before starting your walk to the 1A dorms, hand in hand.

“Are you serious about me having to get a 60? What happens if I get a 59?”

“No movie.”

“You’re a terrible person.”

You stuck your tongue out at him.

Behind you two, a familiar and loud voice called out your name. Mic was waving his arms around and you threw up a peace sign.

“Yo!”

Mic started talking to you in English, and Denki kinda zoned out while you two talked. He was still holding your hand, which felt a little weird in front of your teacher but you kept squeezing it ever so often so he didn’t let go.

He zoned back in near the end of your conversation when Mic reached out and pinched your cheek gently. You giggled and said “thanks” and another word that sounded kinda familiar.

“Goodbye, Kaminari!” Mic said in Japanese, before dancing off back to the teacher’s office.

He said goodbye back and you did too, in English, and repeated that word again.

You two resumed walking, your linked hands swinging between you. That familiar word nagged at him, and it showed on his face.

“Baby?” you asked quietly. “You okay?”

“Hm? Yes. I’m just trying to remember what that word you said to Mic means.”

“Which one?”

He repeated the word for you and you blinked at him. 

“It means ‘dad’, babe. It’s just an informal way of say-”

“You called him dad? Isn’t that weird? Or is that an honorific in English?”

You stopped in your tracks, tugging him to a stop as well. You stared at him, at first incredulous, and then embarrassed. 

“Denki… did you not know that Mic is my dad?”

A little buffering symbol appeared on his forehead as he tried to process the fact that your dad was one of his teachers (of a class that he did NOT do well in), was a Pro Hero, literally saw you two together all the time, and probably had seen you two sneaking a make-out sesh not so sneakily at least once.

It finished loading when he let out a shriek.

“HE’S FUCKING WHAT??!!”

Kirishima Eijirou

- You two hadn’t been together all that long, but he was pretty perceptive of you when he was crushing on you. He is kinda annoyed with himself for not figuring it out on his own.

- Maybe you had Yamada as a last name, but not all of the Pro Hero teachers were addressed by their family names. Everyone he knew called him Mic, so that wasn’t a clue.

- He noticed how good you were at English and how Mic would chat with you after class, and took this as an opportunity to ask you to help him.

- He eventually was able to work up the courage to ask you out on a date and confess his feelings, and your relationship blossomed from there.

- He did notice that once you two become official, Mic and Midnight seemed to be paying a little more attention to him. Maybe teachers tried to keep an eye on dating couples to make sure no unnecessary drama happens and the relationship doesn’t impede on their coursework.

- But they both seemed to like him so you two must be doing well...

“Do you want to have dinner with me and my dad this weekend?”

Eijirou froze and looked at you incredulously. “Already?”

“Yes. Is it too soon for you? My dad just wants to get to know you better and I’d like all of us to spend time together. He and I are really close.” You lost your confidence as he looked progressively more nervous. “You don’t have to, Eiji, if you don’t want to. I was just offering because my dad asked if you wanted to join us for Saturday night burritos. He won’t - he and I won’t mind if you don’t want to! It is kinda early, I guess, but…”

He grabbed your hands and pulled them to his chest. “No, sorry, I didn’t mean it that way! I just meant that I didn’t realize that your dad wanted to meet me yet. I want to get to know him. I think.”

You visibly relaxed. “Thank you, sweetie. I have to go and meet up with Jirou but I will text you later and tell you the plan okay?”

“Okay!” He gave you a kiss goodbye (which became 3) and tried not to freak himself out. You love him and hopefully talk well of him to your dad, so he just needed to not make a bunch of embarrassing mistakes while he’s there or your dad will make you two break up and you’ll transfer to another school and he’ll never see you again.

Saturday came at a snail’s pace, and Eijirou was nervously bouncing his leg on the train ride to your apartment. He waited until you two were mostly alone, walking up the stairs to your apartment to voice his concerns. 

“Babe, what if he doesn’t like me?”

“What are you talking about?” You glanced back at him with a stricken look. “He does like you, Eiji. He thinks your great. He was the one who asked me to invite you over.”

“But he only knows me through what you’ve told him!”

“Eiji, he does know you! You think he doesn’t pay attention to you because you’re not in his homeroom?”

He stopped a few steps away from the doorway.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Have I met your dad before?”

The silence was only broken by the sound of you blinking. Then the door to the apartment opened and your dad stepped out, in casual clothing and his characteristic blond hair in a loose ponytail rather than styled like a cockatoo.

“Hey, kiddos! Thought I heard your voices out here! Ready to eat?”

Eijirou’s mouth was open but no sound came out. Flashbacks of Deku comparing some of your hand motions and phrases to Mic’s suddenly came to mind, as well as Todoroki opening his mouth to say something, which Deku cuts of by merely hypothesizing that you are a big fan of him and that’s how you adopted some of his traits.

“Dad,” you squeaked, “can you give us a minute to talk real quick. We’ll be inside in a few minutes.”

He gave you two thumbs up but also a raised eyebrow. ‘What did I miss?’

POSTED 2021 December 6

[nichuuu]

Sociopath: Prologue

3rd person POV

"How much longer do you think she's gonna last?" Chaeyoung whispers to Dahyun as they watch Nayeon talk to her secretary.

"Judging by how fast her mouth is moving, about 5 more minutes," Dahyun replies.

"I say 5 seconds," Cheyoung smirks.

"Loser buys makgeolli for the other?"

"That's a bet Tofu." Chaeyoung says as they continue to stare.

"Watch this...5...4...3...2...1," Chaeyoung counts down. Sure enough, when she hits 1, Nayeon's secretary stands up and starts yelling. Dahyun groans and smacks the table.

"Neurin Maeul Makgeolli, it's Minari's favourite," Chaeyoung smirks as she pats Dahyun's shoulder.

"I'm never gonna financially recover from this," Dahyun sighs as she returns to her monitor. The door to Nayeon's office swings open and out comes a furious secretary. She slams her id on the counter of the front desk.

"I am sick of this shit. Fuck this whole company and most importantly, fuck that bitch. I quit!" She screams before storming off.

"Damn...she was doing so well, 3 weeks!" Chaeyoung muses as she stamps a big red "TERMINATED" on the now ex-secretary's file.

"Looks like she couldn't handle feedback," Nayeon's cold echos as she approaches the two girls.

"E-E-Evening Miss Im," the two workers stammer.

"Get a replacement secretary for me."

"W-W-Would you like a-a-a specific gender?" Dahyun shakily asks.

"Personally I don't give a fuck. Male, Female, Attack Helicopter. Just find someone to replace that useless bitch," Nayeon scoffs before walking back into her office. As soon as the door shuts, Dahyun and Chaeyoung heave a sigh of relief.

"Jesus...how is she so scary yet so bitchy at the same time?" Dahyun sighs as she leans back in her seat.

"I have no idea, Dubu...I have no idea..." Chaeyoung replies.

"So...who do we get?"

The two go silent as they think. Dahyun's eyes light up and she turns to Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung instantly knows what she's thinking.

"No Dahyun, don't rope him into this."

"Aw come on! You know he can take it! He's qualified!"

"But still, we shouldn't put him through this! He's too nice!"

Dahyun sighs and grips her co-worker and friend's shoulders.

"Chaeng, we both know that he may just be the only one who can handle Nayeon's attitude. Who knows? Maybe he'll change her life too? Didn't he get you to quit smoking?"

Chaeyoung goes silent as she thinks.

"Alright fine...we'll talk to him later."

Dahyun smiles and pumps her fist.

"Trust me. He'll do fine."

"I'll take your word for it Dubu," Chaetiung huffs as she gets back to work. Deep down, she knew that he just might be the one who could warm that icy woman's heart and maybe make her feel something...

***

I groan in frustration as a familiar sentence greets me again.

We are sorry Mr Park Sang-woo, but your application for the job has been rejected.

It was 10pm, I had just gotten back from multiple failed interviews and this doesn't make anything better.

"Today just isn't my day," I sigh as I slump on the couch. I hear the door unlock and I don't need to turn my head to know who it is.

"Welcome back girls," I say as Dahyun and Chaeyoung enter our shared apartment.

"What's up, Squid Game?" Dahyun says as she walks towards the kitchen.

"Multiple failed interviews and a rejected job application. Not much...you?"

"Oh damn...that sucks," Charyoung says as she plops herself down on the armchair on my right.

"You could say that again," I huff as I bury my face  into my hands. Fuck...when was I ever going to find a job?

"Well maybe this piece of news will cheer you up then. Dubu and I got a job for you."

I have never sat up so fast in my life.

"Jinja?"

"Yup...in fact we can get you started tomorrow if you're okay with it."

"W-wha? No interview?"

"Nope, not all."

"Holy shit...this is too good to be true!" I exclaim happily. But that happiness soon fades as I see Chaeng fiddling with her dress.

"I'm sensing there's a but..." I start.

"Yes...quite a big but..."

I sigh. Good things can never come alone can't they?

"Let's hear it then," I continue as I lean back on the sofa, preparing myself for the worst.

"So uh...you see...the person that you're gonna be working for...is a a bit of a..."

"Bitch," Dahyun completes.

"That's not what I was aiming at but that works. Yes, she is a bitch, so I want you to be prepared that you may get some...emotional damage," Chaeng continues.

"Aren't all bosses bitches..." I muse as I sip my water.

"What even is this position anyway?"

"Secretary of our CEO."

I choke on my water.

"The fuck?" I say. The two girls nod.

"Yup. You're gonna be a secretary if you accept the job."

"H-How much am I gonna be paid?"

"Show him Dubu."

Dahyun produces an Ipad from her bag and hands it to me. On the device we're details of the job and ho lee was I liking what I saw.

"It'd be an idiotic move to not accept! I'm in!" I exclaim. The two girls look at each other.

"You sure?" Chaeyoung confirms.

"Yea! I mean, I've interacted with assholes before, I don't think a bitchy CEO is too much for me to handle!" I say confidently. They exchange a look and shrug.

"Alright then...just don't come crying to us if you don't like it," Chaeyoung says.

"And try not to quit after 2 days," Dahyun adds.

Surely it can't be that bad...right?

***

"Rise and shine shitter! You don't wanna be late for your first day of work do you!"

I groan as I open my eyes to see Chaeyoung standing over me.

"Get up sleepyhead, let's get a move on!" She exclaims before grabbing my arm and yeeting me up right in my bed.

"Alright alright! Jeez, is this how you wake Mina up as well?" I huff as I throw my blanket off myself.

"Nope, I normally just make out with her till she wakes up, but that's besides the point. Move your ass!" she says. She leaves me with a painfully slap on my back before walking out. What a way to start the day...

I shuffle over to my cabinet to get my outfit for today. I get into the shower and get washed up and ready for work. A few minutes later, I come out, dressed and ready. I walk out of my room and head into the dining room where Dahyun was preparing breakfast (without burning down the kitchen...somehow...)

"Holy shit...when did you learn to cook Dubu?" I question as I drape my suit over the back of one of the chairs.

"Someone's gotta cook for Sana without burning down the kitchen," she replies as she puts an egg on the last plate and brings it over.

"This looks surprising edible," Chaeyoung chimes as she ties her hair up.

"Ya! Don't doubt my culinary skills!" Dahyun scolds as she sets down the cutlery for us. I gratefully accept it and take a bite out of the scrambled eggs.

"Holy shit...this is really good Dahyun!" I exclaim as I take another bites

"Thank you! Finally someone appreciates my talent!" Dahyun smirks as she shoots a look at Chaeng, who was eating the egg as well.

"Fine...you win...but you still owe me that bottle of Makgeolli," Chaeyoung retorts. I raise an eyebrow.

"Makgeolli?"

"Yup! We made a bet yesterday to see how long the previous secretary could last while getting chewed out by Nayeon. I obviously had the galaxy brain, so I won and she now owes me a bottle of Neurin Maeul Makgeolli," the little cub says triumphantly.

"There's no specific date to get it by right?" Dahyun asks.

"Preferably before my anniversary with Mina," Chaeyoung answers.

"Fuck...that's 2 days after payday..." Dahyun groans.

"That's on you Dubu, you didn't play your cards right."

"Sang-woo! Talk her out of this please."

"She's right Dubu," I say flatly. Dahyun gasps and feigns offence.

"Park Sang-woo! I hope you stay single for the rest of your life!" She huffs.

"Already am," I chuckle as I take a sip of my coffee.

"Aish quit it you two! Just finish eating and let's go before we get yelled at by Nayeon!" Chaeyoung interjects. We follow her orders and shovel the remaining bits of eggs into our mouths before cleaning up. We get our things and head down to the first floor where Chaeyoung's girlfriend was waiting for us in her car.

"Morning baby!" Chaeyoung chirps as she slides into the front seat.

"Morning my little cub," Mina smiles as she brings Chaeyoung into a kiss. They stay connected for a long time as Dahyun and I awkwardly buckle our seatbelts. Dahyun clears her throat and the two break away.

"Hell...don't you two need air?" Dahyun giggles.

"Please Dubu, you do the exact same with Sana," Mina retorts with a sly grin. The pale girl blushes and looks out the window.

"Just drive," she huffs. Mina and Chaeng laugh and the car starts moving.

"So you're gonna be Nayeon's new secretary?" Mina says as she looks at me through the rear-view mirror.

"Yup."

Mina nods and I see something flash behind her eyes. Was that pity?

"I believe that Chaeng has warned you about her...habits?"

"Yeah, I have heard the stories."

"Sang-woo...you'll be her 25th secretary  this year...did you know that?" Mina continues.

My eyes go wide.

"T-T-Twenty fifth?" I stammer. Mina nods solemnly.

"All 24 before you quit because they couldn't stand her...but the thing is...they didn't get to know her better and see her true personality...so I need you to promise me this: Give her time...I know that you might just be the one who has the patience to keep up with her. Don't get mad at her, she has her reasons," Mina rambles.

"Okay...I will..."

"Promise me Sang-woo."

"I promise."

"Good..."

"Geez babe, how do you always try to see the good in people?" Chaeng smiles as she kisses her girlfriend's cheek.

"I dunno. Maybe you should try it too baby," Mina replies.

"I think I'm gonna throw up," Dahyun comments.

"Dahyun, Sana literally gropes you in public and we don't say anything," Chaeyoung challenges. I suppress a laugh as Dahyun is defeated by words once again. After a few minutes, we finally reach what I assume is the work place and Mina pulls into the parking lot. She parks and we all get out of the car and we all get out. We get into the lift and take it to the top floor.

"Just wait here Sang-woo, Nayeon should be here soon," Dahyun says as she gestures to a chair. I take a seat as Dahyun takes her place behind the front desk.

"See you later babe," Chaeyoung says as she kisses her girlfriend.

"See you later baby beast. Come over later and we can have some fun~" Mina teases. Chaeyoung goes full red and Mina giggles before walking off.

"God she's just like Sha," Dahyun muses.

"To be fair, they're best friends," Chaeyoung replies.

Suddenly, the lift dings and I see the girls tense up. The lift door opens, revealing a well dressed lady.

 "Good morning Nayeon!" Chae and Dahyun say to her. She doesn't greet them back and simply stares them down.

"Have you found my replacement secretary?" She asks, her tone icy.

"N-N-Ne! H-H-He's right there," Dahyun stammers as she points at me. Nayeon elegantly whips around to face me. I stand out and stretch my hand forward.

"Hello Nayeon-ssi, I'm-"

"Don't care. Follow me," she interjects before walking down the hall. I blink a few times, processing what happened. I look at Dahyun and Chaeyoung and they shrug.

"Good luck," Chaeyoung says as she gestures for me to follow Nayeon. I snap out of my daze and quickly run in the direction Nayeon went in. I catch up to her and walk behind her silently. She scans a card against a reader and swings open the glass door. I follow her in and she stops in the centre of the room. She whips around to face me, her hair falling perfectly around her shoulders.

"That's your desk, you'll be doing most of your work from there," she says as she points at a desk in the corner of the room. Before I can reply, she continues.

"Now for the rules. One: you will address me as Nayeon. Not Nayeon-ssi, not Miss Im, Nayeon. Understood?"

"N-"

"Two: You will not speak unless spoken two. I can't take it when there's too much noise.

"Y-"

"Finally: you will take all my calls, emails and meeting minutes without a single complaint. If you need to work overtime, do not expect more pay. Capiché?"

"I-"

"Just a yes or no will cut it."

"Y-Yes..."

"Excellent. Get to work," she finishes before walking to her desk.

Okay Chaeng...I see why you call her a bitch now...

I silently walk over to my desk and settle myself down in the chair. I fumble around with the buttons for a bit before finally turning the monitor on.

"What's in my schedule today?" Nayeon asks.

"S-Schedule?"

Nayeon lets out a sigh.

"Yes, my schedule idiot. It's on the desktop labelled in capital letters, are you blind or dumb?" She snaps. I silently find the spreadsheet and open it up, revealing the schedule. I scroll to today's date and begin reciting everything to her. Boy was her day packed with things.

"Is that all?" she asks as I finish reading.

"Yes Miss-I mean Nayeon," I correct myself.

"Alright then, let's get going," she says as she stands up.

"I-I-I'm sorry...where?"

Nayeon rolls her eyes.

"My daily board meeting dipshit, didn't you just read my schedule?" she scoffs. I facepalm myself.

"Right...Mianhaeyo..."

"Don't hit yourself, it kills brain cells and you clearly seem to be in lack of them," she snaps before walking out of the office. I hastily get up from my seat and scramble after her. We get into the elevator and take it a couple of floors down.

"What's your name?" She asks as we descend.

"P-Pardon?"

"Christ...they got me an idiot...I said: What's your name?" She repeats.

"O-Oh...Park Sang-woo," I reply. She goes silent as she stares at me through the reflection of the door.

"I'll be calling you secretary Park," she says, her eyes never leaving the door.

"O-Oka-"

"Did I ask for a response?" she glowers. I lower my head

"Mianheyo," I mutter. She says nothing as the lift doors open and she strides out. I scramble out behind her and follow her into the conference room, where 5 others are waiting inside.

"Let's get this meeting started. Secretary Park, take minutes," she says as she struts up to the front of the room. Shit, I should've brought my laptop...I quickly pull out my phone and open the notes app and get ready to type down whatever she says.

This was gonna be one helluva job...

***

"And with that, we should see a 60% increase in our sales. Any questions?" I finished. Heads shake around the room and I nod. Good.

"Alright then. Meeting adjourned," I say.

"Actually Nayeon...could we talk to you...in private?" Jihyo says as hee eyes dart to my new secretary. I sigh and shoot a glance at him.

"Secretary Park! Out! Now!" I instruct. He nods and hastily stands up and walks out of the room.

"What is it Ji?" I ask once the door shuts.

"It's about...well...your uh...overwhelming number of secretaries," she begins.

"Yea. I've lost count of the number of people who left or have been fired by you Nabong-unnie!" Sana adds.

"Well, you can't exactly blame me, they're all a bunch of idiots who can't take feedback," I defend myself. The girls groan and lean back in their seats.

"This is why they keep leaving Nayeon! It's because you keep thinking that they're idiots! Look...we can't afford to get you another secretary if you don't like this one," Jihyo says.

"Why the hell not?" I ask.

"Because our company's reputation would go down the drain, Nabong! And if our reputation goes down the drain, so will our investors!" Jihyo continues. I sigh and pinch my nose bridge. She was unfortunately right...

"I see...so what do you want me to do?" I continue to press.

"Well...maybe you could be a little...nicer to this secretary?"

"And how do I be 'nice' hm?"

"For starters you could start by not yelling at him when he's literally 5 seconds late. And you could also stop referring to him as an idiot as well."

"The first one is doable, but the second...not so much. Literally everyone is an idiot except me," I reply flatly.

"God...this is why we're your only friends..." Tzuyu mutters. I glare at her. Momo stands up from her seat and walks over to me.

"Unnie...please...I know you can do it...I believe that there's a caring part of Nayeon inside you, you just express it in your own ways that are a little...confusing. But just try okay? If you can do this, maybe we might be able to pull up our reputation," She smiles as she grabs my shoulders. I look into her big eyes that contained nothing but sincerity. Momo has always been a close friend of mine...so she knew how to talk to me to get things through my brilliant mind.

"Alright, fine. I shall try to be...nicer," I mumble. The girls all smile.

"That's good unnie! Shouldn't be too hard especially with this new secretary...he's got the looks," Sana giggles as she stares out the glass panel at my Secretary who was bouncing on his feet while staring towards the lift.

"Keep your horny ass away from my Secretary, you already have Dahyun," I growl. Sana chuckles and nods.

"Yes boss!" she laughs with a mock salute. I sigh and shake my head...does she ever take anything seriously?

"Is that all you need to talk to me about? Please say yes, I've got a meeting outside to attend," I remark as I glance at my watch. I needed to leave soon if I wanted to get to that meeting with Miss Kim on time.

"Yes, that will be all," Jihyo smiles. I nod and walk out of the conference room.

"Secretary Park, let's go," I say as I walk past him. I hear his scrambling footsteps behind me as I walk towards the elevator. He silently stands behind me and drums his fingers against his thigh.

"Stop doing that, it pisses me off," I snap.

"Mianheyo," he says as he quickly takes his hand off his thigh and returns it to his side. I stare at his reflection through the lift door, Sana was right. He was pretty good looking. I examined his facial expression, it was blank, unreadable...just like mine. Most of the secretaries would be showing some form of fear by now, but this guy...he was different.

"Secretary Park?"

"Yes Nayeon?"

"Are you scared of me?"

He goes silent as he thinks.

"No...not exactly," he replies.

That's new.

"Why not?"

"I believe that everyone has a reason for their behaviour and that it takes time to warm up to someone. Being scared of the other party won't help in the growth of the relationship so what's the point of being scared?"

Interesting...I've never heard that before.

"You know secretary Park...I admire you."

"A-Admire me?"

"Yes. I admire your brain especially, it's so placid, simple and unused," I reply. He goes silent and continues to stare straight ahead. Looks like I finally got to him. I smirk smugly as the lift door opens and we step inside. We take it down to the basement and walk towards my Tesla.

"I'll drive," I say flatly as I head to the driver's seat. I unlock the car and we both slide in silently. The doors slam shut and I start up the car before driving us out of the carpark and towards our destination. I consider making some small talk but decide against it so that I could conserve my precious energy for my meeting.

"Have you always been like this Nayeon? So cold...so emotionless?" he asks suddenly.

"Didn't I say to not speak unless I speak to you?"

"Just answer the question Nayeon," He says firmly.

"You're showing quite the attitude Secretary Park," I warn.

"If I'm gonna work well with you, I need to know you better," he continues. Fuck was this guy getting on my nerves!

"Secretary Park-"

"Just answer the damn question!" he snaps. I turn to look at him, expecting to see an expression of anger or irritation, maybe even frustration. But I was surprised to see only concern behind those eyes. I was speechless, no one has ever looked at me that way before.

"Have you always been like this?" he asks again, his tone softer and kinder this time. I return my focus to the road as I feel a strange sensation blooming inside me. What was this feeling?

"Yes, emotions are a sign of weakness, I can't show that I'm weak if I want to be a top tier CEO," I reply as my grip on the wheel tightens. My background was the reason I'm like this today.

I was nothing to my father. He wanted a son, but instead he got a daughter. Naturally, he wasn't happy about that and so what did he do? He neglected me, treated me like I was nothing. He hated me so much to the extent that he tried to kill me in a car crash, but that did nothing but leave my left leg injured and take away the one person in this world that truly loved me, my mother. Once she was gone, I was cast aside, sent to an orphanage to grow up. That's when I learnt that the world was a cruel place where no one could be trusted.

Emotions were something you found on the losing side, a hinderance to success. Numbers and knowledge are things that keep the world going and are the keys to success. That's why instead of busying myself with unnecessary emotions, I occupied my brain with as much knowledge as I could. I read every single book I could lay my hands on, worked on math while the others went out today. They all called me a freak, a psychopath, an emotionless bitch. But I never felt anything towards those names, anger and grief only affects your brain processing power. Now the joke was on them, look where my "freak behaviour," got me. I'm now a successful CEO who built her company from the ground up and now, I'm dominating the korean business scene.

"There's your answer, happy now?" I say. He goes silent and stares out the window.

"Emotions don't make you weak, they make you human," he says after some time. I scoff.

"What do you know? You've been my secretary for about an hour, stop talking to me like you're my friend, cause you're not," I snap. He purses his lips.

"We've got a long way to go..." he mumbles before returning his gaze to the cars whizzing by us.  I don't bother replying as I continue taking us to our destination.

Something about him was different...he wasn't like the others before him.

I like him.

We drive in silence till we reach our destination, a Café where I arranged to meet Miss Kim Jennie. I park my car and we walk into the café. I find a quiet spot for 4 at the outdoor seats of the café and we both settle down.

"Would you like anything to drink Nayeon?" He asks.

"Iced americano with a quarter packet of sugar, you should write that down cause that's how I like my morning coffee," I reply as I pull out my phone. He nods and walks off into the Café to order the drinks. He comes back a few minutes later with a tray with two cups. He lays it down on the table and picks up the sugar packet, staring at it intently before ripping it open and pouring it into my coffee. I watch silently as he slowly tips the packet, letting the white substance to fall into the black liquid.

"There you go Nayeon," he says as he places the cup in front of me. I pick up the straw and stir my drink before sipping it.

"Too sweet, get me another," I say flatly as I push the cup away. He blinks a few times.

"B-But it's still full..."

"I do I seriously need to repeat myself twice? I said get me another!" I snap. He sighs and walks back into the Café.

"Looks like you haven't changed much, Nayeon," a familiar voice says from behind me. I turn and see the CEO of BP fashion walking toward the table with her secretary in tow.

"Can't help it when you're workspace is full of idiots," I reply as I stand up. I stretch out my hand to shake hers but she goes for a hug instead.

"Great to see you again unnie," she says as she releases me from her grasp. She's always been a hugger...

"Good to see you two Jennie. Let's wait for my secretary to get back before we start shall we?" I say as I gesture for her to sit. She accepts and both her and her secretary sit down opposite me. My secretary returns with another cup of coffee.

"Ah...you must be Miss Kim Jennie. I'm Nayeon's secretary, pleasure to meet you," he says with a smile. Jennie extends her hand to shake his and he accepts it. After the small introduction, he sits back down and begins to measure the sugar using his thumb again.

"Let's get started now. Joo-hyun, laptop please," Jennie says. Her secretary pulls out a laptop and starts to type in the passcode.

"Your drink Nayeon," Sang-woo whispers. I stir and take another sip. He got it this time.

"You got it. Now take minutes for the meeting," I hiss. He nods and pulls out his phone again.

———————

Hello! Author-nim here! Thank you for reading this first chapter of my Nayeon book. I know it may be a little bland but it was mainly to elaborate on Nayeon's character as well as Sang-woo's. Hopefully you'll find the next chapters more interesting! Thanks once again for taking some time off whatever you're doing to read this and I will be back soon!

P.S: Hope you liked the Jennie and Irene cameo :)

P.P.S.S (Or whatever the fuck it is): this story is also on Wattpad, and I’m slowly moving my story here due to the massive purge of Kpop stories on Wattpad. So the rest shld be here soon.

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Clandestine | 02

-> Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

-> Genre : tattoo!artist Jungkook, mafia! JJK,mafia au, bloody!missions, slight violence, got secrets they can't tell, angst, romance, Jungkook's part time job is flirting, sad (backstory), Y/N is strong!

-> Summary : who would have known that just doing a part time job at a night club would lead you to the tattoo artist Jeon Jungkook's messed up world. One letter related to the secret comes out of your mouth you'll be laying in Jungkook's arms but alive or not, that's not guaranteed...

-> Word Count : 4.286 K ( A/N: I’m increasing words )

-> T/W body language, killing, curse words and intimacy are included in the story (you may read if you're comfortable with these)

Part : 2

<< previous chap

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Jungkook's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Even if me saying that line didn't flatten him enough I knew the nickname did as it always have been doing. It was clearly visible that he didn't expect me to be this bold suddenly. But he being himself smirked after a couple of seconds as his hand snaked up to grab my wrist pulling me more closer "Sure princess.. Do you want to go to the trip now? " His tongue rolling over his bottom lip as his piercing doe eyes holding so many thoughts looked at my lips then to my eyes.

"I don't want to interrupt but the trip has to be postponed "Jimin interferes in the moment, his eyes narrowed and only looking at me as if scared that the younger guy would throw him out if he locked eyes with his. Making a 'tch' sound Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Jimin in a manner that reads he's asking why postpone. I yeet his hand which was holding my wrist and get off from the table clearing my throat while fixing the skirt and apron. Jungkook clearly disappointed for not being able to hear my answer gets up from the seat while putting the black leather jacket around his shoulders. Jimin and Taehyung following him gets up too grabbing their bags. Jungkook walked up to me while fixing his bangs with his index finger.

"Gotta go princess a client's waiting" Nodding I proceeded to walk away but I could hear Jungkook saying with a sad dramatic tone. "Atleast act that you don't want me to go". I'm afraid I won't be able to because I myself don't know what this client of yours gonna do if you don't go on time. Is the person waiting even a client or not? Knitting my eyebrows I look back only to meet with strangers taking up the seat. The three tall mesmerizing men with inks on their body not to be seen anywhere. I don't know what's going on in that foolish yet extremely clever brain of yours but...

Be careful Mr. Artbook..

End of YOUR POV

Mid summer yet the night breeze is able to run shivers down your spine. Not a single soul in sight.

10 at night maybe the shopkeepers closed down the shutters and went to bed. Not many shops here in this area to even begin with. The only workshop's bell which rings here is the Jeon's Tattoo corner which has been ringing from the morning today , seemed to have stopped in the evening but now making its sound again. "Argh I should really break down this bell "

With an annoyed expression the black haired guy opens the drawers searching for a fresh towel. The tall man who just entered the shop walked past the desk table, turning the door knob and allowing himself inside the cozy room. His loud footsteps on the wooden floor telling Jungkook that the guest has arrived.

"Where were you? I waited here for five minutes then went inside the nearby plant store to kill time"

Taking off the long coat the tall silver haired guy walks up to the chair positioned in the middle of the room beside the various tools. "Sorry hyung, Taehyung and Jimin wanted a new tattoo so went to hear out their designs"

Jungkook says, eyebrows knitted while he fishes out the stencil of the beautiful clematis he has drawn beforehand of the leader's arrival. Smiling to himself he walks up to the seated boss whose like a big brother to him, he puts the stencil aside. Taking out a black rubber band from his pocket he takes his hair and ties it up to a small ponytail before taking out a drawer full of tattoo needles and inks. "Heard that Yoongi started boxing classes with you"

The older male speaks as his lip corners slowly moves upwards. Jungkook giving out a laugh says, "Yea Yoongi hyung be moving like a turtle. "

The thought of his hyung boxing and whining that it's hard is enough to make the little one giggle. Taking out a small wooden stool with one hand as the other one was holding the tattoo gun, Jungkook sits himself beside the strong looking man who rolls up his shirt's sleeves revealing all the different type of arts and words of different languages tattooed on his arm.

"Need chewing gum?"

The younger one asks at the thought that it might hurt but the older one replies plainly that he's fine after all his skin had been coming in contact with this gun for a long time now. Jungkook nods before resting the needle on the free space on the top of the man's biceps before starting to draw on it, the awestrucking clematis. "Was thinking of getting a lip piercing but not being able to get it cuz of the adults in the house"

The man says while his dimples makes visits to his cheeks.

"The exact same reason why am postponing on getting an eyebrow piercing"

Jungkook replies as he carefully moves the tattoo gun sideways on the man's bicep.

"So when are you planning on telling your sister?"

He asks as the silver haired guy closes his eyes once realizing what Jungkook meant.

"When the time's right.. "

He replies, slowly opening his eyes his gaze meeting the ceiling.

"But first we need to pinpoint Mr. Choi's location"

Replying with a small and quiet yes Jungkook draws the details on the flower carefully.

"Seokjin has been checking the cctvs regularly and the only thing he found was the black hyundai stopping at a night club at exactly 7pm every Tuesday and Wednesday"

"What's the night club's name? "

Jungkook asks as he draws on the small leaves.

"Hell's night club"

With just the mention of the night club's name Jungkook's hand stops moving as his eyes widened. "Isn't that the club you often visit with the others? "

The silver haired man asks making Jungkook quietly nod his head. If the most feared mafia in the country slash his team's biggest rival had been going to the exact same club at the exact same time as his how come he never saw the familiar old man's face? He thought.

What kind of person does the man disguise him as that even Jimin who encountered him multiple times doesn't notice. "You should be careful and try to see your clients faces carefully and see if they match that old fart's face or not"

Jungkook humming a response continued on giving the clematis it's final touch. Finishing the tattoo he removes the gun making the silver haired man sit up straight and fix his shirt.

"You know what to do right?"

Jungkook asks referring to putting on Vaseline ointment on the tattoo and stuffs. The older guy nods while fetching his coat. "I'll get going then. Thanks for the tattoo kook"

Jungkook simply nods his mind stuck in a different topic. Putting the equipments away and tidying up the towels as the older guy leaves the shop and disappears into the darkness of the night in the empty alleyway, Jungkook couldn't help but think about what you were up to. His mind stitching up different negative thoughts together.

"If Mr. Choi is really going to that club then he must have seen Y/N always talking to us..... What if he does something to her? " Jungkook asks to himself and the next thing he does is take his bag, turn off the lights, lock the doors and run off to meet you.

• -

"I'll be off then"

Bowing politely you take hold of the two big disposable bags and huff out a breathe when you realize how heavy both of them were. Kicking the back staff door with your leg open the first thing you see is Jeon Jungkook leaning on the wall infront. His hair tied up in a small ponytail, a bag hung around his shoulder and inked hands resting inside his jeans pockets. His eyes falls on your hands holding the disposable garbage bags, sighing he walks up to you.

"I thought your job was to serve and take orders not bring out garbages" You looked down at the bags in your hands while saying, "I was coming out anyways it's no biggie"

You flashed him a small smile but his eyes looked worried and his face tensed. You wondered what happened but didn't dare to ask thinking that he will only answer with 'none of your business' . Yes Jeon Jungkook unknowingly says harsh things without thinking when he's tensed. Jungkook takes the garbage bags from your hands and put it beside the door when his eyes lands on your right hand which was bandaged. His eyes widen and he quickly took your right hand examining it while asking

"How did this happen? Are you okay? "

Embarrassed you put your hand away from his warm ones and answer while smiling, not making eye contact

"It's okay I'm fine these kind of injuries are meant to happen if you work in a bar." Jungkook not convinced took your hand again now keeping it infront of him not letting you pull it back. His eyebrows knitted . "You were totally fine this evening tell me what happened". Chewing on your bottom lip you look down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"Y/N tell me what happened.." Jungkook says once again this time his voice laced with concern as his hands caressed your hair. You were actually a bit taken aback at how the always dominant voice of Jungkook is making its way to you in a concerned and soft way.

"A drunk guy harshly pulled my hand wanting me to sit beside him but I fought back and he suddenly let go of me making me loose my balance at hit the edge of the glass table behind and that's how I got this"

You say while looking at your bandaged hand which was now resting in jungkook's warm palm. He softly held your injured hand and lower down a bit to meet your height. Looking at your eyes he said

"Tell me who did this. Tell me who did this to you I'm gonna fucking kill him"

In a calm soft voice but the last part obviously didn't come out in a soft way. You laughed and pushed him a bit away from you. "It's okay am fine don't overreact he was drunk" But Jungkook not buying the answer walked closer to you and again with a serious tone asked you . "Tell me how he looked like"

Knowing that he won't let go of the topic unless you give him a proper answer you sigh, rolling your eyes while describing the drunk man you happened to meet inside the club. "He had small eyes , a sharp nose and dark stubble on his face and.." You trailed off thinking what else did the man have but Jungkook interrupted asking in a quick manner

"Did he have any sort of tattoo on his wrist? " Replaying the moment inside your head you widen your eyes a bit and nod your head, "Yea he did.. Was that a crown? A crown maybe"

Exactly knowing who that drunk man you encountered was Jungkook's chest sank at the thought that the old man touched you with his dirty hands. Gulping down the saliva that formed in his mouth he without thinking pulled you to his chest engulfing you in a hug. He wasn't sure why he felt like protecting you but he wanted to . He wasn't supposed to feel this way now that he set his mind on the plan his brain made up on the way here but..he did. He wanted to make sure you were safe.

Widening your eyes at how Jungkook suddenly hugged you, your mind went blank. There's no doubt in how fast your heart was beating. To be honest to yourself you were actually frightened when that man tried touching you in an ill manner but now being in Jungkook's arms you felt safe. You felt safe when he was around. Jungkook's arms around you got tighter as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

So this is how you gonna play it Mr. Choi

He thinks.

•-

Flashback 5 weeks back

Stretching your arms you give out a small yawn before grabbing the books from the table and making your way out of the auditorium. Walking while looking at your  surroundings you didn't notice the tall man standing infront of you. Too immersed in the same old paintings hanging on the walls you hit something hard making the copies and books in your hands fall down. Without looking up at the person you bumped into you quickly said 'sorry' while kneeling down to pick up your supplies. The tall gentleman kneeled down too helping you with picking up your stationerys. You got up, the man following you soon. This time facing the guy properly as both of you made eye contact you were about to say thank you when your voice abruptly decided to not come out.

The man had soft long black hair .The kind of hair you would want to play with all day. His baby doe eyes staring at you, his lips parted. The oversized hoodie he was wearing made him the grizzly huggable bear image more.

As your eyes scanned him from head to toe, your lips a bit parted, the guy not being able to control his laughter at how cute you looked when your eyes went big as if you saw something really interesting and you'd like to study that thing more, he gave out small giggles making you quickly close your mouth and look at him. Noticing how every students in tha hall were staring at both of you, you shifted your weight from one leg to another leg uncomfortably. But the guy's Adorable bunny smile didn't go out of your notice. His eyes wrinkled as he tilted his face and asked you softly

"You okay? "

Blinking couple of times you nodded your head making him shyly scratch his nape and mumble 'thank god'. Your lips automatically curved up when your eyes landed on the ID card hung around his neck

"Jeon Jungkook"

Once realization hit you that you were now standing infront of your college's hearthrob while looking like a whole mess which you didn't care about that much until you bumped into him, your cheeks got tinted in a light blush. Pulling your lips in you tilted your head a bit to the side making your baby hairs fall over your face.

"Hey kook!"

A loud deep voice entered the ears of the people standing in the hall making them turn their heads to the two seniors waving their hands at Jungkook's direction, a big wide smile plastered know their face. Jungkook takes out his bracelet covered wrist from his pocket and waves at them. Jimin running towards us and wrapping his arm around the tall guy's shoulders he notices me and flashes me a smile

"Hey Y/N"

Waving your sweater paw at him as a hey you smiled. You met Jimin and Taehyung a couple of times before in some group works with seniors. You not really interested in gossips of the college noticed just a few days ago that Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are the well known hot trio of this college.

"Y/N.."

Jungkook repeats your name to himself before looking at you once again , smiling while saying

"Sweet name"

His sweet honey voice saying your name was enough to melt you. If it was any other guy right now you would have simply said thank you for helping you pick up the books and walk away without saying anything but surprisingly Jeon Jungkook made you stop. "I'm hungry didn't have breakfast this morning" Taehyung whines while holding his tummy earning a slap on his head from Jimin. "we are going for lunch wanna join us? "

Jungkook asks you making you widen your eyes at the sudden invitation and Jungkook earning some smirks from the seniors beside him, Jimin elbowing his arm while wiggling his eyebrows. Jungkook simply rolled his eyes at his hyungs before looking at you for a reply. You glancing at your silver wrist watch said "I would love to but I should get going. I have some stuffs to do"

Jungkook quietly nods his head before flashing you a smile.

Is he always smiling?

You thought noticing that he had been smiling since the moment both of you met. "Y/N's always studying hard"

Taehyung says earning a nod from Jimin making you shyly scratch your nape.

The Brunnete haired approached you giving you a pat on your shoulder before saying "Study well but don't forget to have lunch okay? "

You flashed him a smile while nodding. Jungkook waving his hands at you as a 'bye' walked past you with the two boys. You looked back at three of them noticing that two of them were wearing hoodies and one of them were wearing full sleeved tees.

It's so hot these days why are they wearing hoodies on top of tees?

Shaking your head you quickened your pace and quickly got out of the college grounds. Walking to the bus stand while looking around at the cozy coffee shops on the streets you keep glancing at your watch from time to time to make sure that you're going on time or not.

Now here's a secret about you that no one knows

You're a student at an art college but you are also a student at a law school. Your father runs the family business of electronics. Yes the electronics company ranking the second best in the country out of all the other electronic companies, which he wants to hand over to your big brother after he retires. Your mother always wanted a child of her to be a sculptor. Borning late in the family with the talent of art you were forced to study this subject whereas you were interested in prosecution, catching criminals and stuffs. What you were most interested in were being a mafia or an assassin but you gave up on those dreams and decided to study law. Your parents only giving their all attention and care to their first born, didn't care about you that much. The only thing they wanted from you was becoming a great sculptor and bringing praise to your family.

After nights of confusion and judgement you decided to study in the law school that you got admitted, secretly with the money your grandparents left you. Your grandparents left some money for you and your brother before passing away and thankfully they were enough to pay for your study books expenses. But maintaining time for your law school as well as the art school was hard but you managed to make time after dropping off from some extra courses of the art college without telling your parents. But it was hectic. Your college hours starts from 7 am. And you have classes till 9am then a break at 9:15 am to 10:30 due to dropping off from some extra class. Your law classes starts from 9:30 so during the break you quickly leave the grounds and head off to the law classes. Then you return to the art college at 10:20 when it's a break at your law school. Then once again when it's a lunch break at the art school you head off to the law school while munching on some snacks, obviously not getting time to have proper lunch. And when it comes to events you had to make up excuses at the law school for not attending as your parents would obviously not skip their daughter's presentations.

It would be more hectic from today cuz you just applied to a job at a night club. There's a course for learning shooting at the law school but you don't have enough money to pay for that so it's time to earn some money.

•••

Stretching your arms while getting up from the seat you had been sitting on straight for 2 hours, you give a yawn before taking out a scrunchie and putting your hair up. All the classes for the day are done. Putting the back pack around your shoulder you bow at the teacher before leaving the school premises. Walking inside the bus and sitting on one of the seat you take out your phone and start typing to your mother , 'Mom I'll be late tonight as I got some extra lessons. Don't worry for me and you don't have to send car I'll come by bus'

"No one's gonna worry about me though"

You say to yourself while letting out a small laugh and looking out at the window. Everything vanishing from your sight at a fast pace as the vehicle picks up its speed upon seeing the empty road. Some of the street lights flickering due to not being fixed for several days now. You take out the 'guideline' paper of the bar you're gonna work in from backpack, going through the structure of the building in your mind and remembering all the rules explained to you yesterday when you went to apply for the job. This night club only seemed to be safe for you to work in now. By safe means you would have no worries of the common students who spends time in bars and clubs to see you. If anyone recognizes you then it's game over. Plus the pay is high too.

The phone screen lighting up as a notification popped up you unlocked the phone before seeing from whom the text is from.

Bro: heard you're coming late at night should I pick you up from the way while coming home?

"Geez already told him?"

You say to yourself once realizing that your mom told your brother to pick up but your brother being nice asked if you want to be picked up first or not. Smiling at his text before typing your reply It's ok you don't have to come. The office is far away from my college anyways. Get home safely.

Waiting for a few minutes to see his reply which you didn't get you turned off your phone and put it inside your bag. Looking out from the window thinking why he didn't reply when he saw your text whereas usually he would try to come pick you up, being the 'protective' brother. You got down from the bus as soon as the bus came to its stop. You walked for a few more minutes from the bus stop till arriving at your destination.

Hell's night club

•••

It's been only five minutes of you serving drinks but you're already tired. How can a human body and mind work for 13 hours straight without any rest. You did mess up some tables a couple of times for which you were now getting a scolding from the manager. You looking down bowing slightly while your hands in front of you.

"Miss Lee Y/N did you properly see the table numbers today? "

The old man asks to which you nod. "Then why are you messing up? " He asks in a raised voice making you flinch and quickly mumble a sorry. You lift your head up a bit to see the old man sighing while pinching his forehead, clearly visible that he's angry. "I'm letting you go as this is your first time don't make mistakes anymore"

He says making you bow and say

"Thank you"

He looked around trying to see if any waitresses are free. Sighing at how there's no one free without counting you he gave you a look before handing you a tray of various kinds of drinks. "Take this to table no. 14. And  do not  make any mistakes. They are regulars here I don't want them gone" Nodding at him you set off to find this table no. 14 . Noticing how your skirt got up a bit you tried pulling the skirt a bit down with one hand as the other one was holding the tray, you quickly withdraw your hand without fixing the skirt upon seeing the tray tremble in one hand. Quickly holding the tray in place and scanning if any drinks were spilled, you sigh in relief. You looked back to only lock eyes with the manager . He staring straight at you with his cold eyes. You gave a small awkward smile and walked towards table 14.

The table no. 14 seemed to be surrounded by many big men. All had some sort of tattoos on them. A familiar man sitting in the middle holding a pen and scribbling something on a notebook. His inked arms full on display as the silver earrings were still being able to shine despite the dullness in the scene. His long bangs falling before his eyes not letting anyone see the face beneath it.

You quietly approached the table and when you raised your eyes from the ground to the man sitting in the middle, your legs automatic came to a halt and your breath hitched.

Jeon Jungkook right there was sitting. The table in front occupied with various weapons and him sitting like a whole five course meal, fingers playing with the dangly earrings

This is totally not what I expected

[pencilperceptions]

Do you wish to draw Crazy Hyper realistic Portraits? If the answer is a big YESSSSS! Then let’s go ahead to knowing every detail you got to know about it! 

Realism is a learnable skill. You can develop by learning in detail and practising consistently. This is a blog wherein you get all the information at one place. However, for structural learning, you can check out our online drawing course which is a no shortcut, detailed, structured process of learning just within 8 months!

Materials:

Materials are extremely important as we begin with the process. For black and white portraits, you can use charcoal or graphite or use both. Graphite is shiny and hence while combining both, you will notice that charcoal wouldn’t work on top of multiple graphite layers.

Check out my Material List and a detailed description about my experience with each brand and strongest recommendations. 

Always keep a rough book handy to make small thumbnail scribbles of your imaginations, ideas and concepts. It really helps in the most unexpected times. Also, even if you are into hyper realism or wanting to get started, it is extremely important to sketch daily. Daily sketching must include drawing from life, doodles, anatomical studies, gestures, colour study, creative expression etc. It could be anything that you want your mind to dwell into! Daily sketching develops rhythm in your art and serves a collection of your ideas.

Shading with Pencils

Graphite and charcoal includes a variety of materials like sticks, chalk, and powder. Every type has its own advantages yet using a pencil helps in creating extreme minute details and textures. 

Methods of Shading

There are various methods of shading any hyper realistic portraits. For hyper realism, the texture has to look realistic, hence it is preferred to shade either by blending or layering or combining both. My personal opinion is layering as the uniform texture grain is appealing and creating textures becomes easy! In the process of shading, it is extremely important to understand and develop a strong observation on tonal values. 

One side Hatching 

Cross hatching

Blending

Layering

Blending and Value scale

Value means the darkness or lightness of anything. How dark or how light it is, is defined by Value. Between black and white lies various shades of grey, and there is no exact count of these in between. We can develop the value scale as a step-by-step or transition of tones. The actual struggle in bringing realism is the struggle of application of graceless. When the exact tone is rendered in the exact place, automatically the artwork looks realistic. And once this skill is mastered, you can apply the same in colour medium. Generally we look for shortcuts such as blending due to which we miss accurate placement of tonal values. You must be thinking, then how to blend or shade? Check out our guide to learning hyper realistic portrait drawing which has all the information you need!

Reading References

Do you draw a black and white portrait using a colour reference? If yes, then I think it’s a better idea if you convert the reference into black and white by desaturating the image. How? You can edit your image using the saturation tool and make it -100. Then, you can adjust the brightness and contrast and get started. I am sure this will impact much more than you think just by changing this simple thing. Now comes, how to read the references? 

Understand the play of light on form, Learn to see big masses of light and shadow first, rather than individual features

Make a judgement of the direction of strokes, 

Create the Base layers

Add textures in the later stage

Use a magnifying glass to understand the abstraction of textures in detail

Bonus Tip: Mark the lightest and the darkest tone in your reference and create the same in your drawing too. And always compare the tones with these two extremes. This will help you in consciously creating depth and repetitive practice will refine your ability to master this subject.

For such more bonus tips and in depth learning, check out our realistic pencil drawing coursewhich is appropriate for absolute beginners too.

Let’s Discuss some important aspects of drawing portraits!

Understanding the structure and anatomy of every feature is extremely important.

Hyperrealism is not just copying the exact reference, It is a skill which needs to be tactfully applied. Many of us rush to learn realism and not focus on learning drawing or understanding how an actual human face is designed, its structural anatomy. This negligence will affect you in the long term.

Every line of your drawing must be a part of conveying the form and shading to add the mass to the form. 

Every line you draw must have a purpose, a meaning. So do not draw randomly. Similarly, every stroke of rendering serves a purpose to reflect third dimension and depth. Some may fear to shade it dark and so they keep the overall portrait light and others render so dark that eventually they have to spend most of their time in repairing.

Do not get confused. Use a value scale and follow it. Then emphasise on anything that inspires you. Example, I like to create emphasis in the highlight of the eye by increasing its contrast. 

Perceptual errors

We all have this ability to make a perpetual error of overemphasising individual contrast. Learn to  observe relatively with elements around. This error is actually an error of perceptions. When drawing hyper realistic portraits, as much as you focus on individual areas, apply the same focus to observe the overall areas of the portrait. Do this often. 

Our eyes often get tired seeing the same detail repeatedly. Take breaks to analyse, to summarise every step of the process. 

No shortcuts

There is a greater amount of patience required to create hyper realistic portraits. There are going to be times where you feel it is better to ‘finish it off’, that eagerness to post on social media, or several other reasons. Decide to create the best out if you. Commit to it even if it takes weeks, months or even years. 

Commit to Light and Shadow

Light is everything. It gives anything a structure, it shows our eyes how the object is seen, it helps us to develop a perception, focus to capture, capture that feeling or emotion through art. The illusion of space and depth can be achieved only after a technical study of light and form on every texture, every single form, every detail you look into. The stronger the commitment, the better the results!

Artistry with Edges

I still believe there is no camera equivalent to the power of the human eye. What we look at (directly) is the most detailed whereas the rest are blurred and general. Aim to mimic this! Drawing is all about creating a balance and a focal point. Aim to create areas of detail and sharp edges and areas of simplicity and soft edges. Remember, there are no outlines. 

Creative decisions

In the process of realism, there are many intentional, intuitive, advanced and creative decisions that take you back to the fundamentals and concepts of drawing and painting ; experiment with it to create what is ‘beyond realism’. 

Learn the fundamentals as they are the core to any creative expression. We have a structured roadmap to deepen your understanding and simplify the process. Check out our online sketching course with affordable mentorship!

[multiplefandomsblog]

prompt; “Where are you?”

pairing; hajime x male!reader

warnings; cussing, angst, whump, mention of blood but no specific description of it, leg injuries, chest pain, respiratory issues, established relationship, yet again, very self indulgent, male!reader, reader wears a binder!!, over binding, it’s angsty at the start but then it gets fluffier at the end, implied of Hajime having a daddy kink(though they do not act on it, nor is it descriptive), hard rain, reader gets sick

wc; 2k+

note; yes, i have done it again! stayed up till 3 am to type a 2k worded oneshot that no one asked for, no one requested for, despite having to wake up early the next day. yes. how responsible of me. (might write a part 2-(might not tho))

the imagine really hits different when you listen to slowed sad music with rain in the bg at 1 am

With shaky hands, you picked up your phone and dialled the first number on your call history. Sliding down the brick wall you had been leaning on for support, your injured leg disallowing you to stand on your own. Your whole body shivered as you looked up at the blurry moon. You could feel everything get fuzzier, the loud ringing noise; the only thing keeping you conscious. Still holding the vibrating phone next to your ear, you were surprised you haven’t dropped it from how weak your hands were. 

You sighed in quiet relief as you heard Hajime’s groggy voice mumble out,  “S/o..? Are you... “ 

You chuckled at his adorable yawn, only to immediately wince from the rumble in your chest, your sore ribs not enjoying the movement. Hajime’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern as he swore he heard a wince on the other side, “S/o? Was that a wince?” He vocalized his thoughts, rubbing at his eyes as he suddenly became more alert. Were you hurt? All traces of sleep suddenly dissipated into thin air as your voice struck him. “Aha… You- Fuck, you got me..!” You chuckled weakly, a small, broken smile on your face at the concern in his voice. 

You were hurt?

Heart palpitating at the uncomfortable silence from your line, he spoke urgently, panic overtaking his entire being. “Are you serious? S/o- Where the hell are you?” He could hear distant noises of cars passing by, as well as what sounded like rain. His voice suddenly got louder, almost scolding.

He deduced your location, continuing to scold you, “Are you outside? Do you know how cold it is, are you insane? Why are you outside in the first place!? It’s, like, 3 am!” He checked his clock as he spoke, eyes widening at the time as he got out of bed and unplugged his phone. Though he was scolding you as if you were a child, a large part of you enjoyed the worry, and plus, you would take the sound of his voice over the bone-crushing rain any day. 

Before you could even ask him to pick you up, he had already planned it, putting on proper pants and a windbreaker. Sighing as he picked up his keys, he asked again, “What street are you on?” Fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, but mostly concern.

You smiled despite the annoyed tone Hajime had equipped, knowing that was just his way to show he cared. Answering weakly, you looked around at where you were. “I think I’m at… Gh- the corner of V-Vaughan and Whitley.” His heart shattered into several pieces at the small groan of pain you emitted, pushing it far to the back of his head. He had to find you, to make sure you were safe. 

Memorizing the coordinates, he repeated it in his head several times for good measure, a loud sigh of relief could be heard from his side, urging another laugh from you. You weren’t sure why you were laughing so much, perhaps you had been laughing at the state you were in, laughing in pity at your own weakness. He opened the front door, taking one of his hoodies and an umbrella with him as he left the house. “I’ll see you in 5 minutes, so don’t move…” He demanded sternly, before softening his tone, “I love you, so be careful, alright?” 

Despite his irritation from earlier, you knew he still cared from the way he told you he loved you. “I love you too, and,,, I’m sorry.” Hajime sighed at your apologetic tone, “... Just wait for me.” With that, he hung up the phone, the ringing inside of the loud rain resuming as you sat and waited in your own pain. Regret ran through your body as the uniform you wore got soaked with cold rain, shivering from the cold. 

You tried shifting your leg into a more comfortable position, biting your lip to silence your whimpers as you moved the bruised limb. Maybe you should’ve walked a different street, maybe if you had chosen another place to go to, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Everything was so loud, the rain was so.. Loud. You wanted to scream, but the state of your body wouldn’t even allow you to talk without groaning, let alone breathe properly.

Hearing quick footsteps near you, you tilted your head ever so slightly, only to see a figure of your boyfriend and an umbrella, jogging quickly towards you. As he finally reached you, he fell to his knees, the rude attitude he had on the phone completely dispersing as he saw your sickly figure. “S/o? S/o!? Oh my god- What the fuck? Are you okay?” His voice cracked, putting down the umbrella to try and feel your skin. To see the one he loved so bloody and bruised… it was never a sight he had looked forward to, nor ever expected to see. Worry for your life completely overtook his body as he held your hand, it was concerningly cold, to Hajime’s surprise. 

“H-Hajime...” You hiccuped, the small sound hurting your body as small tears welled up in your eyes. He flinched at the helpless tone of his name, guilt immediately washing over him. Why wasn’t he with you? He should’ve been a better boyfriend. 

“... C’mon let’s go, if we stay any longer you’re going to get hypothermia.” The moment he saw you, he instantly wanted to kiss your cold cheeks, as if that would make the hurt go away, but there were more important things to do. “Can you stand?” You shook your head shamefully, looking up at him with expectant eyes. 

“Fine, but just this once. Got it?” He didn’t want to sound the way he sounded to you, a sick person, but he couldn’t help his instinctual response. Picking you up carefully as to not accidentally make any of your injuries worse. “Can you hold the umbrella?” You nodded, holding it carefully above both of your heads as he carried you bridal-style to his car. 

Instructing you to open the car door for him, as he couldn’t due to your body in his hands, he quickly put you in the back seat, climbing in right after you and closing the door behind him. Cupping your cold head with his hands, he examined you carefully. “Are you okay? Is it warm enough? Where does it hurt?” He ricochetted you with questions, feeling your forehead as he did. 

You answered all his questions in order, replaying them in your head as you spoke. “I’m okay, it’s warmer, and it hurts...” you pointed at your ribcage and your leg. “Your... Your chest? How did you injure your chest? You can’t exactly trip and fall on your chest, S/o.” He watched you with suspicion. You looked at your hands, “I don’t want to talk about it yet.” He sighed defeatedly at your stubbornness, mentally noting to bring it up later after he treated your wounds.

“Fine. But I’ll grill your ass for it later.” He huffed, letting your hand use one of his to warm your freezing ones up. Reaching in the back for the hoodie he had brought for you, he tossed it to you. “Take off your clothes.” You widened your eyes at him, “W-what?” Did you hear that right?

“Don’t make this weirder than it has to be. We’re both guys, and if you keep your soaking clothes on, you’ll get sicker.” He averted his eyes to the window closest to him, “I’ll look away, I’m not some kind of pervert.” You scrambled to reply, “I know that! It’s just-” He interrupted you, “Just put it on, you idiot.” 

Frowning on his answer, you sighed out an, “Alright.” Watching his back as to make sure he couldn’t see you. Striping yourself of the heavy clothes, you felt the weight of the water-soaked clothes disappearing, the warm-ish air hitting your wet skin. 

Hearing the plop of the clothes next to him, he jolted, face getting red at the fact that, if he were to turn around right now, he would see you naked. His boyfriend, naked. He shook his head furiously at the thought, ‘Yeah, but you’d also lose a boyfriend, idiot.’ He brought himself back from his indecent thoughts.

Slipping on Hajime’s hoodie, you inhaled the scent of him wafting out the hoodie. Despite the both of you being around the same size of clothing, he was still slightly bigger, with his 91cm chest and all. 

“A-are you done yet?” He broke the awkward silence, face still flushed. “Yeah.” He turned around, eyebrows furrowing as he stared at your chest weirdly. “W-what?” 

He glared at you, “Did you take off your binder too? I know you’re comfortable in it, but it still counts as clothing too. Do you want to get sick that bad?” Yet again, he shot you with multiple truth bullets, a habit of his you always seemed to be the victim of. 

“Okay, okay fine. Turn around.” He turned around again, a faint remainder of his blush resting on his face. Taking off your binder, you were able to breathe a little better, your chest definitely felt better now that it was off. You wondered if the chest pain had come from the binder... Though, if you told Hajime that, you wouldn’t hear the end of it. 

Placing the material on top of the pile of wet clothing, you shifted closer to Hajime, wincing slightly at the sharp pain your leg emitted, your sweater paws wrapping around him. He stiffened up as he felt you touch him, the man had just thought of you naked, at least give him some time to recover. 

“Why-” You cut him off, murmuring, “I’m cold and you didn’t turn on your heater so this is the next best thing.” It was the first best thing, but you wouldn’t tell him that. He’d just flush and hit you again. 

Sighing he turned around to face you, arms coiling around your hoodie-dressed figure gently as to not hurt your chest. Now that you could see his flushed face properly, you quickly took the opportunity to confront him, “Don’t I have clothes leftover at your place? Why didn’t you just get those?” 

His cheeks turned into a bright red as he tried to make up an excuse, “H-how is that important? I just grabbed the closest thing I saw! I didn’t have much time, okay? You were hurt and I was rushing and-” He sort of spiralled as he was reminded of the panic he felt when he found out you were hurt. 

“I-it’s okay..! I’m just joking. Plus, I prefer your clothes over mine any day. They always smell like you.” You teased as you nuzzled yourself further into him, craving the warmth of his body on our freezing one. You let him hold you, albeit a bit awkwardly, but the warmth of his flustered body helped get you warm so you didn’t really care how he was touching you; you just wanted to feel his comforting warmth.

Feeling guilty for lying to you, his hands that rested on your back, tightened around the hoodie, “... I may have purposely picked up my hoodie because I wanted to see you in my clothes, but-” You jolted up, “I knew it- Ow.” You winced, instant regret hitting you.

The playful atmosphere turned serious as the reminder of your injuries came back to both of you, “Be careful..!” He creased his forehead in worry, gripping your body softly as he rubbed his hand up and down your back. 

“Aw you’re worried for me.” Suddenly sniffling, you wiped your nose with the sleeve of the gigantic hoodie. “Aw fuck, it’s like everything is hitting me at onc-” You sneezed loudly into your elbow, scaring your boyfriend that had been glaring at you. “...” He stifled a sigh, “I swear- I’m like your dad or something, always taking care of you like this.” He shook his head disappointedly as he handed you a tissue, “Don’t say stuff like that, that’s gross.”

Eyes widening at what you meant, his ahoge straightened up in panic, “Not like that, you perv!” You flinched away from his flick at your forehead, “You’re the one who said it!” You argued back in a nasally voice, laughing at his flushed expression. 

“I’m going to just let you get sick and die.” You only laughed harder at his adorable, yet annoyed expression, “Daddy noooo! I’ll be good-” He tensed from the title, eyes widening at the fact he sort of liked it? “S-s/o, I swear to-!”

[marimopeace]

there's a limit on how much you can be an isekai intellectual...

a bunch of analyses have been popping up before me all day so i wanted to throw my hat into the ring. all love to ppl who are exercising their creative minds + ppl like geoff here who just talk about these things because of fan interest but i feel like there reaches a point where exploring the "types" of isekai is pointless? i've seen ppl list out the different types of villainess revenge isekai or fantasy mmorpg isekai but eh why fit them all into separate boxes like that?

i think it's easier to think of isekai as a "type" (genre) of itself with only two categories: 1) a focus on isekai (lit. another world) 2) tensei (lit. to be reborn). this allows for a variety of applications and thus tropes that ppl see so many trends of!

with isekai - in another world

you see everything from:

pure fantasy (inuyasha, digimon wait maybe not the best example but in my childhood mind i count digimon as pure fantasy, fushigi yugi)

mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (.hack//legend of twilight, sao ugh, log horizon, overlord (LOVE OVERLORD!)

otome game-esque worlds >>> this is where it gets complicated with "villainess routes" since i admit there are multiple villainess tropes but this is why it's nice to not think of this as a "sub-type/genre" bc it frees you from those complications! (the saint's magic power is omnipotent, the white cat's revenge as plotted from the dragon king's lap soso cute!, the savior's book cafe in another world, i'm a villainous daughter so i'm going to keep the last boss wait i can't remember if she's reborn in this one lmaooo see this is why rules make everything hard)

with tensei storylines - being reincarnated/reborn in another world as *insert character/role*

you see...

the same tropes!!

pure fantasy (a returner's magic should be special, reminiscence adonis, the lady and the beast, light and shadow, i can't think of a manga off the top of my head for this ah)

mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (so i'm a spider so what i stan kumoko so hard, her majesty's swarm, can't name another off the top of my head ah i hate lists shorter than two things...)

self-insert based games/novels (fiance's observation log of a self-proclaimed villainess, who made me a princess, death is the only ending for the villainess, the villainess wants to marry a commoner, honestly games vs novels are different applications but i'm not in the headspace to try to remember a bunch of both lol)

*insert line break to give random ppl a break from scrolling but tl; dr just enjoy things for what they are no need to micro analyze*

similar variations occur in both genres (if ppl want to be super technical i guess i'm arguing that isekai itself is a massive genre that has the "another world" subgenre and "reincarnation" subgenre tl; dr) so i think it's honestly a huge pain to try to separate all these trends into so many different types of stories. for me personally it's easier to not get overwhelmed by this gigantic umbrella of "isekai" that spans light novels, manhwa, manga, and mobile games by just stripping each story down into its trademark tropes (aka character archetypes, story structures) and slapping "oh this is a person going to a world that's not ours" and "this person gets reborn as blank in another world". none of this "omg this power fantasy is such a this kind of isekai moment" or "there are 14 different types of villainess revenge stories and this series fits into this" bc AH labels! limitations! circle-jerks via ppl trying to compartmentalize everything and sound smart for leaving a comment on story analysis instead of ooh-ahhing over a character's face! dividing things into light novel manga vs manga vs korean manhwa ft. female characters!

the last bit is mainly why i feel frustrated by ppl's insistence to group everything?

the video linked at the beginning of the post (honestly good video essay, i enjoyed it, i just kept thinking in my head the whole time "marimo these are tropes do not take the genre talk literally") has a baby comment thread talking about "korean isekai manhwas" as a genre featuring nothing but reincarnated villainess' and i can't.

like i cannot acknowledge that as a genre of any sort. the energy i felt reading through some of those insights takes me back to 2012 when all yt americans discovered k-pop and deemed all korean music k-pop from then on! (ppl still do this now, yes you are seen and don't talk to me pls i don't like you. k-pop is korean pop music and nothing less and nothing more. take a few seconds and try to parse apart aspects of korean culture instead of slamming everything into a monolithic label that has the letter k and a hyphen.) it feels so odd to see a bunch of young ppl on ig and tiktok acknowledge korean media that happens to be in the form of a webtoon as "oh stories all about young girls becoming villains in stories they made/played" bc it feels so reductive u.u

(positionality disclaimer that i'm praying isn't actually necessary: i am a 3rd-generation korean of japanese descent do not fite me i am exhausted irl of ppl asking for validation/verification bc massive shove off.)

breaking news! korean manhwa...is just as multifaceted as japanese manga...bc how can comics as an art-form not have multiple genres...huh such a shocker?!?! same likely applies to media in other parts of the world like chinese manhwa and french comics--not my place to explain either of those i just know those industries exist bc of wakfu and donghua shows by Tencent.

at the end of the day it's not like analyzing any kind of isekai is wrong--absolutely not!! i think it can be super fun to think about how isekai elements complicate a story (MCs trying to go back home, ppl from the og world, reincarnation plot-twists) or maybe even bash a series for including some kind of other world element when they could have just written a super fun fantasy.

insert marimo's brief ramble that hey you can get sick of truck-kun's hitting disillusioned guys who happen to be super duper smart or girls who happen to be master chefs/craftsmen but transporting a fully-grown being into a fantasy setting is the ultimate cheat code for making mundane modern technology seem cool and overpowered, and being reincarnated as a fully grown person in a world with a pre-made story/game set-up completely bypasses the need for an author to slowly flesh out world-building in a natural progression so isekai is actually a really smart writing tool it's just that there are some series where the author didn't use it well at all and it's cheesy or clearly isekai was misused as a vehicle for character/story development and it was pointless *DEEP BREATH OUT*

in this essay i will argue...lol i am such a culture studies major!! if i were an english major i would be talking all about writing but here i am having a side-tangent about world-building via someone being reborn wow i love this for me (don't get me started on when an author has someone reincarnate as a baby and the story is mostly them having warm fluffy moments with their family--typically father figures--and getting lots of powers i could and would and probably will rant about east asian toxicity)

but anyway am i crazy????? like yes for being passionate about the technical use of a word like genre (i am a scorpio rising let me be fussy pls) but i don't think it's a lot to ask for ppl to not unironically see "villainess revenge isekai" as the definition of korean manhwa.

idk as someone who resonates with why japanese isekai is so popular domestically + why a lot of korean manhwa feat. the same tropes (it's not for great reasons lads it's actually depressing tbh) i'm just starting to feel kind of pained by the generalization and need to separate "cute japanese girl in an otome game"/"japanese boy finds a harem in another world" from "korean girl dies and comes back as a villainess" bc they are just! applications to the same story device!!

recommendations for any who makes it this far down below <3

// also gladly recommend any of the examples i've listed in the above rant as i've read/watched all of them and adore them v much! //

save me princess

super refreshing fantasy manhwa ft. a princess and her ex-boyfriend having to save the world!

the beginning after the end

an AMERICAN web novel turned into a comic (but see it being not korean/japanese doesn't really matter when you just consider isekai as a genre...isn't it nice to not overthink it?) ft. a super-powerful wizard king reincarnated into another world and starting from scratch--gives mushoku tensei vibes but huge twists!

the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion

love love LOVE this story--read the title and you'll learn how this girl reincarnated as the character raeliana in a book gets married to a duke!

trash of the count's family

such a good novel!! a guy gets reborn as a lazy oaf and he takes the hero of the story under his wing...plot twists come up later on!

this time i will definitely be happy!

v good and refreshing for a shorter series! she's been reborn 3 times and remembers every time the hero's stabbed her in the back, and now she just wants to break up with him!

silver diamond

older manga but v good adventure w intrigue! a boy who loves plants get sucked into a desert world with demonic lizards and a mysterious bodyguard by his side. shonen-ai not BL but wonderful vibes nonetheless + great side characters!

the princess imprints a traitor

adore everything in this from the world (not in that way this society makes me so angry) to the machinations at play and the dynamic between the fl and ml

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(Part 1) Triple W Mafia George x Fem! Y/N series

Warnings: Swearing! that’s it really (unless I've missed something then please let me know)

Word Count: 2,174

Summary:  George Weasley is a renowned Mafia boss who took over from his Father Arthur once he retired, to carry on the Triple W mafia legacy. The only mafia known to be able to keep the Death Eaters (their rival mafia) at bay. However there is one item that they stole from the Triple W’s which George is determined to get back...his mothers necklace, the family heirloom. Y/N Greyback has been forced to comply with the Death Eaters wishes as her family are high up members. What happens when George and Y/N meet? And what happens when they fall in love?

Series Masterlist 

The lights were dim in the what looked like to be an old bar room, the red hue coming from the red lamp shades hitting the walls. Smoke from cigars fogging up the top half of the room barely keeping the floor below visible. At each table there were groups of men, all sitting in perfectly tailored suits, sipping on their glasses of whiskey, laughing and having a good time. At the back of the room however, sat one man, alone. His elbow propped up on the arm of his chair, his finger brushing over his top lip as if he were deep in thought. His other hand held the same glass as every other man in the bar, lazily not caring if it were to fall and smash everywhere.

The man, George Weasley, a tall ginger man who’s eyes were the dark but kind shade of brown. Although seemingly intimidating, George had a kind heart, if he seen someone being attacked or robbed in the street, everyone would end up feeling bad for the attacker by the time George was finished with him. He had no time for the scum who go out of their way to make someone else’s life a living hell in order for them to feel a small, temporary taste for a God complex.

George had only recently taken over the title of the Triple W Mafia Boss, when his father Arthur had decided it was his time to retire and pass over the family ‘business’ to one of his sons. George was one of 6 sons and one daughter within the Weasley family. His identical twin brother Fred was technically supposed to become the next Mafia boss, as he was the older twin. But, he had decided that his brother George was more fit to the job than he was. So, George gratefully took over the role and appointed Fred and his younger brother Ron, to be his sort of ‘Body Guards’ although, of course George was far from needing any form of help when it came to beating or killing a criminal, it was still always good to have a little back up sometimes.

“Hey Georgie, what’s the plan then? What we gonna do about these damn Death Eaters?”

George sat, not moving, deep in thought. ‘What was he going to do about those Death Eaters?’ He has no where to start, the bastards are constantly on the run. He was determined to find their whereabouts however, as they had stolen something very precious to him, his mother’s necklace. The Weasley family heirloom.

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In a room that was very clearly abandoned and covered in moss and mould, sat groups of men and some women in black cloaks with peculiar pointed hoods. These people, in contrast to that of which the Triple W members, appeared extremely intimidating. The members of Triple W were intimidating,  but these were the sort of people no one would want to encounter in the streets, day or night. There was no smoke from cigars in this small dingy room, there was however and eye watering stench, that was so strong some of the Death Eaters swore they seen a slight foggy green haze floating around the room.

All cloaked members were sitting in a circle all surrounding their leader Tom Riddle, or as he likes to call himself ‘Voldemort’. A tall man (not as tall as George) with black, short curly hair. He wasn’t wearing a cloak like his ‘followers’ but was wearing something that looked more like a bath robe, it was all black of course to fit in with the rest. All were listening in carefully to what he was saying, all apart form Y/N Greyback, daughter of Fenrir Greyback, a man who is considered very high up in the Death Eater mafia. She was sat in the corner, wearing a contrasting blood red dress that hugged all of her curves perfectly. Her Y/H/C hair was curled at the ends in neat ringlets, and she had some makeup on but not too much so she looked ‘dolled up’.

“We all know that the Triple W are cowering out in some fancy old bar, trouble is we don’t know where, I’ve had a few out scouting round the area, unfortunately they have all been caught” Riddle speaks out gesturing and engaging with his followers.

“What do you suggest we do then sir?” Said Fenrir who was sitting right next to where Riddle was parading around the room.

“I say we send out our most valuable member, of course, real them in, make them vulnerable” he smirked

“You don’t mean…”

“Oh yes, but I do, your daughter shall make excellent bate my dear friend, for she wears what Weasley most desires” Riddle finishes

Y/N too busy sat in the corner reading an old book, didn’t even notice that every Death Eater members eyes were on her, all smiling to themselves.

This may actually work, if we send out Y/N who is wearing that incredibly expensive looking, diamond necklace, it may just lure the idiot ginger straight to us” Fenrir laughed.

So their plan was set, send Y/N as bait and hopefully George would follow.

-     George still hadn’t moved from the position he was sat in, he hadn’t taken a single sip of his drink, his eyes focussed and barely ever blinking. He was seemingly ignoring every person who tried to get a word out of him for some sort of plan to take down their Rival mafia. Sure he had killed a lot of spies they had sent out, but he was getting absolutely no leads on where exactly they were coming from, Riddle was smarter than he thought. It seemed he had Death Eaters coming from all over the country in all different directions and disguises. George had to find some way in order to track down where exactly they were based.

The sounds of other members arguing, specifically Fred and Ron who were standing right next to where George was sat, started to sound like a horrible ringing noise, it was driving him insane, how could he concentrate when these buffoon’s were yelling nonsense at each other.

“WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP” He yelled now getting up from his seat and walking to the middle of the smoky room.

“I can’t fucking think when you’re all fighting and arguing with each other on what we’re going to do. I am very aware that those bastards are close to finding us, alright? They’ve gained more members in the past few months than I can count on my two hands. Problem is, they’re coming from all over the country, there is no set direction from where they’re all coming from, meaning that they aren’t coming from their base. This brings us to our next problem, what we’re going to do about it. The only thing I can suggest right now, which I believe may actually be our only two options, is either we leave and find a new base OR we send out multiple people all round the general area of here just outside the boarders of this town where the forests are. Each mile will have two of our members, armed and ready to capture and interrogate anyone that comes from outside the town. This includes anyone who seems innocent to the eye I.e. a mother and child as we all know by now there are families who have been a part of the Death Eaters for years, long enough for them to welcome their children. If you see a mother and child however, you of course don’t attack them straight away, you take them for questioning and more importantly, you look for that damn skull snake monstrosity that they all have tattooed on their left forearm.”

George stands looking between each of his guys trying to gauge what they were thinking by their faces.

“So what’s it to be? Hands up if you think we should move”

No one put their hands up and George smiled knowing that everyone in Triple W are too loyal to the town of Diagon to even consider leaving.

“Good choice boys, now” he rubs his hands together “who’s volunteering to be part of the watch team?”

- Y/N couldn’t believe her ears when she heard the plan to trick Triple W into following her back to the Death Eaters. She also had no idea that the beautiful silver diamond necklace that hung lazily round her neck was the stolen Weasley heirloom.

The actions of her family disgusted her, she knew that what they stood for and what they were doing was wrong, but putting her in harms way all over a stupid rivalry, AND tricking her into thinking that the necklace she had was a gift. She felt so stupid for believing them, Y/N had no options but to accept that she was going to have to go along with their horrendous plan and bait George and other members of Triple W into following her back into her family and Riddle’s evil grasp.

“Perfect” Riddle smiled grimly when Y/N accepted

“But of course, we can’t just lure them in, in one mere night, no, you have to spread this out over the course of a few days. Have him become intrigued by you, follow you a little while. You’ll be staying in a place called the Leaky Cauldron, don’t let him see you in there, it’ll blow your cover. Make sure he only sees you walking through the streets. Got it?”

Y/N tentatively nodded her head

“Good, and then, when the time is right, you’ll lead him straight here. We’ll be in communication with you, don’t let me down”

Y/N shakily made her way to Diagon, bags packed and the necklace still hanging round her neck. She had since changed into a black, silk dress, helping the bright silver of the necklace stand out against the dark colour of her clothes, further, of course to draw George Weasley’s attention.

Once she had settled into her room at the Leaky Cauldron, she was given specific instruction to make sure she wondered round the street at night, as that is most likely when Triple W members will come out from wherever they were hiding.

Y/N took a step out into the cold crisp night air, her heels click clacking off the stone pavements. She couldn’t help but take in the beauty of the town, cobblestone roads winding all through it, the windows on each building slightly askew but somehow didn’t seem out of place. It was as if she were walking through an old victorian town.

Snapping her thoughts back to the task at hand, she pulled her black shawl over her shoulders more and continued to wander aimlessly round, trying to find some form of clue as to were Triple W were hiding.

- George was more than satisfied with the outcome of the meeting they had today. He had 40 people on a list to keep watch each mile surrounding Diagon, meaning that all 20 miles would be covered. They all had their instructions ingrained into their heads and were ready to get to work the next day. Fred and Ron as usual would stay within Diagon with George, communicating to those who were out surrounding the area getting updates and passing round information. George had also decided to send a few extra spies out, including his younger sister Ginny to be on the look out for any Death Eater members who may still be lurking round the town.

George, Fred and Ron made their way out of the old bar room, and onto the streets. George made sure that they each had means of contacting each other. Fred whom George would normally live with, agreed that they each should have their own flats or place to stay in order to cover more of Diagon, and therefore be more accessible to those out in the forest. With their last goodbyes and a few phone calls to book places to stay, the three brothers separated all going in opposite directions.

George headed down the street, his hands becoming slightly red from the cold, and he could see his breath in the air. The dim orange streetlights barely lighting up the path as he walked past the old crooked houses and shops.

Just a George turned the corner he bumped into someone, a woman, dressed in a black dress and shawl.

“Oh I’m so sorry miss, I wasn’t looking where I was going properly, these damn street lights barely light up 2 feet in front of you. Are you alright” George asked looking into her eyes with worry

“I’m perfectly fine, sir, thank you” she smiled back and walked away

But George followed her with his eyes, more specifically he followed her neck, because what was hanging from it made him do a double take. He knew those diamonds from anywhere, they way they glistened brightly in every light. Was that, his mother’s stolen necklace?

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hey for the tiktok prompts, can you do dylan cozens for the stargazing one

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Prompt-- 3. Stargazing on top of a car (w Dylan Cozens)

A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. I personally love to stargaze so much so I had a lot of fun writing this one!

Thanks for requesting this, hope you like it :)

Word Count: 1037

Warning(s): none super fluffy!

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“I’m bored.”

I flip my body around to lay stomach down on top of my boyfriend. Resting my arms on his chest I pout at him and whine out, “What can we do?”

“What’d you mean ‘what can we do?’ Aren’t we doing something right now?” He voiced back, while bringing his hand to rub small circles along my shoulder blade.

I huff. “We have literally been laying on the couch for 3 hours watching reruns of a show that we have both seen multiple times.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” Dylan smirks down at me.

“It’s boring.” I whine out once again, this time dragging out the ‘g’ to add more emphasis.

Dylan smiles a little at my dramatics. He thinks for a moment before offering out, “Wanna go for a drive?”

I immediately leap off the couch and cheer out, “Yes.”

Going for a late night drive has sort of become one of Dylan and I’s favorite activities to do together. It’s such a simple thing to do, but we both love it and we love just spending that time together enjoying the simple things in life. Most of the time we just listen to our playlist we made for our late night drives with the windows down and the wind blowing through our hair. Other times we get food and park at a nice viewpoint and eat and talk for hours. A few times it may have led to us just making out and moving to the backseat…

Excitedly, I go throw on my sneakers and one of Dylan’s Sabres hoodies. I take a quick peak in the pantry and grab the party-size bag of gummy bears I bought just for this occasion. I walk back to the front entry hall to find Dylan already waiting there with his keys in hand. He laughs when he sees the gigantic bag of gummy bears I have in my hand and reaches out for my other hand before leading us out the door of his apartment and to the parking garage where his car resides.

Usually we never really have a destination in mind and kind of just drive around aimlessly until we find something interesting. But tonight it looks like Dylan has other plans as I watch him type something out into his GPS.

“Where are we going?” I ask curiously.

Doing that hot thing that guys do while backing out, a tiny smirk forms on Dylan’s lips as he replies, “It’s a surprise.”

Feeling a little intrigued, I let him have his fun and don’t pry for more answers. I plug my phone into the aux cord and go straight to our playlist titled ‘late night drives’ while Dylan rolls down all the windows. Once we make it onto the main roads, Dylan moves to only one hand on the steering wheel, while the other migrates to it’s usual spot on my thigh.

We simply bask in each other’s company while softly humming along to the music on the radio (and eating gummy bears).

We are driving for about twenty minutes before Dylan is slowing down and pulling into an empty parking lot near what looks like a lake. Dylan puts the car into park and turns the car's engine off, making me confused. He notices my expression and pats me lightly on the thigh before getting out of the car and making his way over to my side and opening the door for me.

“C’mon.” He takes my hand, helping me out of the car, and walks to the front hood. He grins at my face and gives me a quick little peck and mutters against my lips, “Look up.”

I do as I am told and am immediately greeted with the sight of thousands of shining stars staring back at me. It was overwhelming seeing how many stars were apparent in the night sky, but at the same time I still tried to count every single one of them with a child awed stare. There is something about stars that makes you just want to gaze at every single one of them in awe and wonder. Dylan seemed to notice the awestruck look on my face and smiles proudly to himself, while never taking his eyes off of me.

I feel his heated gaze on me and look over at him with that same gigantic smile still on my face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re just… amazing.” He grinned.

I’m hoping the darkness of the night hides the immediate blush that coats my cheeks at his words. I then get an idea, so I tug out of Dylan’s hand and boost myself up onto the hood of the car and start climbing my way to the top.

“Wah-- Baby you’re gonna dent the hood of my car.” Dylan whines.

“No I’m not. It’s fine.” I roll my eyes at my pouty boyfriend. I sit down on the very top of the car and look down at Dylan and motion for him to join him. “C’mon. Come up here. And bring the gummy bears!” I add.

He seems a little hesitant to follow my movements, but when he looks up again and notices me giving him the puppy dog eyes, he straight away hops onto the hood, caving in. I make grabby hands at him when he finally makes his way to the top. He chuckles at me and goes to wrap his arms around me as we both move to lay down.

Once again we just bask in the feeling of being in each other’s arms and company while we stare up into the starry night sky. It’s so easy to get caught up in all the mundane problems in life and forget about the simplistic things that can make you happy. There is also something that makes stargazing seem so deeply romantic. Just being able to disconnect from the outside world and realize how little we actually are compared to the thousands of stars and galaxies that surround us. And yet, we managed to find one another, and fall in love.

I snuggle even more into Dylan feeling so content and happy where I am right now and whisper out the words,

“I love you.”

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