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ultraviolence — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 3k

summary : suguru coming home was supposed to make things better. but, it's as if everything is going wrong again.

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : pls read this and this first ty!! LORE DUMP 🤭 mostly from sugu n toru's pov dealing with their new life and the twins along with jujutsu society. reader is trying to be the mediator as always and shoko is the best ofc. just the one where everyone has an existential crisis. (part one of two hopefully)

other : I PROMISE YOU'LL GET FLUFF SOON 😭 mentions of alcohol, blood, smoking obvi, idk why i named this ultraviolence lmao (shit hits the fan in the next tsr im js trying to be kind i promise!)

comment to be added to the tsr taglist!

current cassette : pretty when you cry - lana del rey

You come home to a house colder than you left it.

There’s a small comfort in the droplets of water that splatter against the wooden floor when you hang your jacket up, having remembered the way the girls beamed up at you only an hour ago as you walked them to school.

The twins were adamant to hold your hands, Mimiko blushing the whole time and Nanako poking fun at it, promising to hold your hand everyday until they became big girls.

Big girls that would only need you to hold their hand halfway — the same way Suguru only walks you and Satoru halfway to the school before heading back.

But the sliver of a chill that reverberates through your bones doesn’t resemble the comfort of a morning’s soft rain drizzle.

“You can’t just dismiss the issue like this, Satoru!”

“Where’s my own will, huh? Can’t I just do this?”

“This isn’t about you.”

You hear everything for a moment, muffled shouts and grumbles from the bathroom.

“Yeah, you’ve made that pretty clear, haven't you?”

Then you hear nothing at all.

The investigation launched on the ninth day in December.

Suguru had all but been home for a week and then some, settling into the shoddy apartment you and Satoru called home between missions and meetings with Yaga and the higher ups.

It took half a day to move his old things out of the dormitory building, most of what really mattered was already sitting in the hall closet untouched, kept the way Suguru would’ve wanted it.

It was after he rifled through the closet in search of a fresh set of clothes did he realize, he had been mourned.

You and Satoru had mourned him like a mother would a child, like a womb stretched to make space, only to bleed.

His clothes smelled more like the both of you than it did him.

The fourth day, Suguru spent the night hunched over the balcony, smoking a silver blue parliament with Shoko while you and Satoru attended a hearing with the higher ups.

A necessary audience, they defined over the cryptic email.

Shoko described it as a means to an end, Satoru was still the strongest and you were his voice. The meeting was all but a farce to keep you two in check — but Suguru read it clearly for what it was.

A threat.

“He’ll be clan head,” Suguru murmured between plumes of smoke. “They won’t let him turn it down any longer, especially with me around.”

At this, Shoko chuckled, sucking in a sharp breath.

“You think he’ll do it this time?” She asked, somewhere between knowing and not knowing.

The higher ups want Satoru under their thumbs — not that you’d so much as let them come close — that much is evident. But it’s become a lose to win situation.

The guarantee that Suguru and the girls would remain untouched and hidden under the condition that he follows their rules, does it their way, doesn’t ask, doesn’t so much as breathe a word or commit an action using his own strength outside their command—

“Satoru as a lap dog?” Suguru laughs a little.

He just can’t picture it.

What he can picture though is the Six Eyes user backed into a corner, with no other choice but to concede. Then again, Satoru’s never been submissive to authority, no matter the setting.

A beat of silence passes over him and Shoko, and she knows what he’s thinking before he says it, yet she doesn’t caution him otherwise nor does she blame the nicotine.

“He could kill them.” Suguru says, “It wouldn’t take him long.”

The seventh day, Suguru stands in the middle of one of the many engawa corridors of Jujutsu High, dressed like a teenage dropout, teeth sinking into the inside of his cheeks until crimson stains his tongue.

You told him last night while cuddled into his side, Satoru’s head on his chest, “Walk away from it the right way, Suguru.”

And admittedly, he was going to laugh a little, kiss your cheek and maybe lull you back to sleep and ease your worries.

I don’t resent you,

for the path you chose.

As long as you swear,

yours and ours will converge.

“Geto, what is this?”

Suguru looks down at the sealed envelope he passed to Yaga seconds ago, the word resignation printed in bold atop the sealed flaps.

If he intends to kill himself, he should at least do it the way you asked him to.

He owes you that much.

Suguru never thought of himself to have been in a position where he could live past twenty ; he thought he was lucky Satoru even let him live to see the first snow, even if it was from the bittersweet solitude of the bed you three shared.

“I’ll graduate first,” Suguru says, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets.

For the sake of saving face he took a total of ten missions after his sentence was pardoned.

Five to prove he wasn't a liability to the Jujutsu world, two to hover by your side – he hadn't realized post traumatic stress could manifest in the need for more physical attachment – and three to see up close just how much Satoru had on his shoulders now.

To see just how different Satoru had become because of him.

“And then?” Yaga asks it like a cruel joke that only he and Suguru know.

People are talking. People have been talking.

Suguru Geto the defect. Suguru Geto the cancer of the strongest. Suguru Geto the curse. Suguru Geto—

“Maybe I’ll die of old age.”

I pray death finds me

under you two

in our bed.

If not,

kill me yourselves.

There’s meaning in that too.

That same afternoon, brandished with what should be newfound freedom – Suguru Geto. Not the sorcerer, not the curse, not the man – he drinks himself sick until he blacks out on the sofa.

Alcohol is cheap at Shinanoya, it’s been that way since he was sixteen and idle in the summer of ‘06, coaxed by Satoru into printing fake IDs, blacking out on the floor of your dorm room and waking up to throw up, just to blackout again.

Suguru took the train back and passed his stop two times.

Two times he thought of two different outcomes and two different destinations.

First, he’d go back to Jujutsu High and take the resignation back from Yaga before he signed it.

He’d call your cellphone, tell you how he's had a change of heart, whisper into the line : “We should celebrate. Me, you and Satoru.”

But you’d know it was a lie.

He still has twisted dreams of waking up in a gas station bathroom in a pool of blood that isn't his own.

Dreams that don't frighten him at all.

Second, it came to him the moment he considered actually getting off at his stop and going back to the apartment.

He’d let the train take him to Shibuya, stand in the middle of the crossing and scream.

People would look at him weird, others would walk by.

And the first monkey to reach out and offer him help, he’d—

“Suguru?”

He wakes with a startle, eyes bloodshot and half lidded.

“Name—” he opens his mouth, half empty vodka bottle tilted over and soaking the carpet. Satoru comes through the door a moment later, leading the twins to the kitchen to set their half eaten bentos down.

A shiver runs down his spine when he glances at the clock above the mantle. 12:53pm.

“School ended half day,” you say to him. Satoru doesn't so much as glance at Suguru when he steps back in to take the plastic bags of takeout from your hands. “They called but you didn't—”

Suguru's already sitting up, fishing through his pockets for his phone and clicking at the buttons.

Two missed calls from Mimiko and Nanako’s school.

Two missed calls from their homeroom teacher, Ms. Aiko.

Four missed calls from you.

One voicemail from Satoru.

“I'm so— shit,” Suguru sets the bottle of alcohol upright, pressing a palm to the carpet to find it damp.

His skin is hot, he feels like a mess, no doubt he looks like a mess with the way you're already kneeling beside him to screw the bottle shut. “I’m so sorry, I didn't— everything with the letter and then the train got delayed—”

“Suguru.” Satoru speaks for the first time, looks at him for the first time – behind bandaged eyes. “Sober up by tomorrow, yeah?”

Your head flits around to give Satoru a stare, as if to ask if that's all he has to say right now. But Suguru’s fingers enclose around your wrist, it’s okay, I was the one at fault.

“Satoru—”

“Just do this one thing right, please.”

The twins’ school dismissed half day due to heavy snow this early in the month. Suguru, listed as the girls’ primary guardian, gets the calls first.

He doesn't pick up.

Your work line rings next, and it goes to voicemail.

In between exorcising a special grade in Shinjuku, you don't hear it ring.

As the devil would have it made and done, Satoru’s line rings while he's at the school. Loud.

“Gojo-san!” The lady from the admin office knocks on the door twice, and is met with silence. The phone rings again, but this time it's the main line. The office extension.

The one he’s been using since he put in his teaching application.

The phone clatters against the desk in robust vibrations, Limitless almost bending the coily cord to nothingness.

The meeting room of four higher ups and two members of the Gojo clan watch him intently, scrutinizing him, waiting.

Beyond his better judgment, Satoru tells himself it's just you, calling to ask if you should bring back kikufuku or just the udon.

Or it's Suguru, who’s confused and can't find one of his things in the apartment and needs some guidance.

Satoru's not a pious person. But he wishes he’d have prayed the moment the call went to the answer machine.

“Good day, Mr. Gojo! I’m calling regarding the girls. School’s been dismissed half day today on account of the weather but Mr. Geto nor Ms. Name are picking up.”

“I’m hoping this reaches you soon so the girls can have a ride home. Thankyou! Stay warm!”

The eighth day, you wake to the smell of jasmine and hot oil. Four messages from Yaga, one email attached, forwarded to Satoru : Adoption fraud.

“—he hates me.” Suguru mumbles, shirtless and damn near cowering from your gaze, flipping the omelet in the frying pan, two steps away to avoid the oil splatter.

“Don't say that so casually,” you shake your head, shutting the fridge door, setting a carton of milk on the counter. “It's not like you believe that.”

Suguru flips the omelet with one hand on the pan handle, the other flicking the carton open and turning it to his head in a quick gulp.

He doesn't confirm it.

“Suguru—” you smack his arm and take the milk, turning away to rummage through the pantry for the pancake mix.

“I know.”

No, Suguru.

You don't know.

"I try to be patient," Suguru says quietly, shaking his head. "I know we're not sixteen and that this and then are two different things—” He turns the flame down, refusing to look over at you.

“Nobody's asking you to be perfect,” you cut him off, pancake mix forgotten on the counter. “You made a mistake, it happens—”

The higher ups are already breathing down Satoru’s neck about the twins now that they've been found out. It's an uphill battle in the Jujutsu world, your phone won't stop ringing.

Whether it's Yaga proposing damage control to have you and Satoru set apart on missions or another higher up waiting for you to slip up and beg for help, beg to be in their debt.

“I owe you better,” Suguru whispers, more to himself than to you.

He’s never been the type to ask for help or beg for forgiveness or cower at someone's heels. But you saved him — by putting your life on the line and in turn making Satoru cover it up — and he hates himself for it.

I wish

you would've

just let me stay dead.

“Because that's what I deserve? Better?”

Suguru gets the call from Shoko the next day.

December 9, 2007.

A formal investigation is announced into the involvement of [name] [name] in the case of Suguru Geto’s defection and pardon — alleged charge : fabrication of evidence.

Satoru makes his mind up the same day, sends the twins to stay at the dorms with Shoko for the weekend and brings you and Suguru with him to the Gojo estate.

“I can feel your eyes,” you whisper, seated cross legged on the tatami floor, nursing a cup of tea in your cupped palm.

You've never liked the Gojo estate. Not in winter at least, not when it's like this.

Satoru has his back turned to you, fingering the loose cloth of white bandages covering his eyes, almost hesitant. He recalls his mother's words to him from a few hours ago.

You look tired, Satoru. You're never tired.

There’s an unspoken thing residing here between both your energies and it becomes unbearably evident.

“It’s nothing,” he murmurs, slipping the baby blue haori off his shoulders, draping it over the edge of the bed. “Just the cold getting to me 's all.”

Loose and darkened strands of hair lay on the silk sheets where Suguru sat moments ago. Satoru holds his breath.

My lover’s hair is splitting at the ends, tearing apart at the seams just like me.

I pray you don’t notice.

“Is he okay?”

You set the ceramic cup down on the table, turning your head to glance over at Satoru, who despite himself, wears his emotions like a cardigan knit tight between his brows.

“Why won’t you just ask him, ‘toru?”

He thinks he hates you. He hates not being more like you.

With the way you say these things so easily.

Maybe it’s the deep rooted thrum of Suguru’s cursed energy in his veins, or the bitter taste on his tongue when he wakes in the middle of the night just to see if he’s still here—

Maybe it’s that voice in the back of his head, the instinct pounding on the walls of his heart, telling him this is only for a while, it won’t last.

“You can’t lie to me.” Satoru reasons, bending his knees and folding his body next to yours, wrapping and unwrapping the length of cloth around his fingers over and over again. “But he can.”

Or maybe it’s the way he knows even if Suguru lied to him again, said it was okay, said that he’d stay, said that he’d let you and Satoru be selfish for once and keep him here, keep him tethered to this existence he loathes so much—

“Satoru…”

—he’d believe him.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” He sighs, near breathless.

You lift your hands to cup either side of his face, hooking your thumbs under the pale cloth, unraveling and unraveling and unraveling.

How many more layers?

How many more walls?

How many—

“His energy is restless.” Satoru could find other words to describe it, the aura, the shape of Suguru’s soul, his scent, his being, his whole existence. Something only you could understand.

“It’s pouring into me, and I can’t— I pretend I don’t feel it, that I don’t know that he’s…”

Different.

Suguru is different now, he wants to say.

Suguru’s unhappy with me, unhappy with us.

I can’t give him what he needs.

I was too selfish to have asked him to stay. You were too selfish in saving him.

We were too selfish. Do you think he hates me for it? Do you think he wishes he were—

“He loves you.” You tug on the cloth, let it fall and pool in endless strands around his neck. “Isn’t that reason enough?”

Satoru’s eyes are dim, bleaky sapphire and cerulean staring back at you.

Don’t look at them, look at me, look inside me, my eyes are lying, that’s not how I feel—

“He loves you too,” he says it like a confession, a secret. Love can’t be enough, can it?

Love never stopped Suguru from leaving the first two times.

Love never stopped Satoru from waking up so many nights with tears running down his neck, from where you cried for Suguru in your dreams.

Love never stopped Satoru from not being strong enough to bend the world and stretch it to fit Suguru inside.

Why should you love him whom hates the world so?

Satoru lets his head fall into the crook of your neck, body slumped over yours and breath shaky.

Loving Suguru came as easy as breathing if not easier.

He’d spend nights curled in his bed at the dorms, clicking through photos he’d taken of you three, back then, when it wasn’t anything yet but still everything to him.

“Yaga-sensei, please pair me with someone else!”

“Hah!? We not good enough for you anymore, name?”

“Satoru, name, don’t yell so early in the morning…”

And even from the first mission, when Suguru’s hair was shorter and you hadn’t quite figured out how to control your technique.

When Satoru had to save you from plummeting to your death after you sliced a curse open just for grabbing Suguru and yanking him by his hair.

Satoru thinks, maybe, he came into this world loving you two.

Because he loves me more than all the world.

“I’ll protect you,” he whispers into your neck, full of conviction.

He’s never not the strongest, except maybe when he’s here, in these moments. “I’ll protect the both of you.”

Let me do this one thing,

just this once.

Let me be the one

who holds us together.

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modelbus · 3 months

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MODEL HELP-

i just typed a long ass message and it all deleted itself-

question, do you think you want to do another part on cut chaos? No pressure ofc, but I’d be cool! (I have a bunch of ideas for it I’ll send seperate (maybe) feel free to ignore them but like free crappy inspo man)

Request: Y/N is a part of SBI but they aren’t treated that great by the fandom or really the rest of the group. Its not like SBI MEANS to disregard the ‘hate’ towards Y/N like its nothing but they tend to dismiss or just ignore it, of course, they are still really close and care about Y/N, it still just hurts a little that they ignore it. But where the creators don’t realise they’re neglecting their friends emotions, the fans? They are fully aware they constantly joke about Y/N being the worst member of SBI. They are fully aware they also always ‘joke’ about forgetting Y/N exists. They are fully aware that despite Y/N being in as many if not more ‘SBI’ streams or videos than the other creators, they act as if they’re not actually a part of SBI. They are fully aware many of them aren’t joking when they say Y/N is not a member of SBI, or when they say they wish Y/N would stop showing up to streams. They are fully aware that the main ‘joke’ people think of when they think SBI is something along the lines of; “Whos Y/N?” or “Y/N is SO the middle child of the SBI, we all forget them!” or “Y/N? Ohhh you mean the one that’s annoying but its not funny!” .. When the SBI are streaming bedwars 2v2v2’s with a random viewer each game and that viewer happens to end up on Y/N’s team (and be an asshole) they, of course, decide to complain that out of every member they could be teamed with, they got the worst member of SBI! (Even though Y/N and techno practice pvp together regularly and the only person in SBI Y/N can’t kill is techno) While Y/N does what they always do and laughs it off with a SICK comeback (despite how much it hurts when they realise they expected that kind of reaction to being teamed with them), the rest of the SBI seems to snap as though that was their final straw (starting with tommy yelling ‘THATS BULLSHIT’ or smth) and all collectively go on a rant about how shitty most(?) fans treat Y/N, to Y/N’s surprise most of all of the fives chats are agreeing..? Y/N starts to realise maybe they aren’t as hated as they thought.. and maybe, just maybe, they are a lot more loved then they realised.

MODEL I’M SO SORRY MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS SO LONG-

Its funny how I’m not motivated to write actual fics but I can write 800 word requests-

LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK!!!

✨🌌🌙 Annon-

I’d love to write more for Cut Chaos! My writing has been all over the place lately because I’ve been really busy (school stuff :/) but I do enjoy writing for that (not-so) little series

Pairing: Gn!Reader X CC!SBI (Tommy, Techno, Phil, Wilbur)

Found Fury

You aren’t unfamiliar with the term unwanted. If anything, you’ve burrowed yourself a home in the word, splitting it in two. Accepted yourself for what you are.

Quite honestly, if there was a record for ‘most hated SBI member’ it’d go to you. Actually, it wouldn’t, considering how most people don’t even see you as a member of SBI. The forgettable middle child, adrift alone.

There wasn’t much you could do except accept it.

Bothering the others with it was unfathomable. Besides, they’ve surely seen some hint of it. They aren’t quite that blind, even if Wilbur and Techno do wear glasses. And, seeing as how they haven’t said a word… maybe it’s best if you didn’t nag about it.

It’s not that you’re partial to the so-called ‘suffering in silence,’ because you really aren’t. But you’re uniquely acquainted with brushing things off, pretending that your friends’ continued silence doesn’t sting and that being excluded from the group isn’t heart-wrenching. In the end, who really cares what strangers online think?

You can ignore the messages in your inboxes. The emails to your professional email asking if you’re really a part of SBI. All the replies to all your posts. Every fucking comment on every video you’re in.

Sometimes, it piles around you so high that you can’t see past it. Words strung together to form sentences that rephrase ‘Who even are you’ a thousand times. Or the more creative, ‘How do you manage to be unfunny AND annoying’ mixed with a side of scorn. It’s worse when it trends on Twitter after a stream, but who are you to complain?

After all, you’re just lucky to be following SBI around according to Twitter. Blessed to be in their fucking presence.

For the most part, you just hire more mods. And they’re pretty strict with bans, so your chat tends to err on the positive side. Everyone else’s? Well, let’s just say there’s a reason you don’t have their chats open.

Today is no exception.

Bedwars with viewers, everyone being randomly set into 2v2v2. Tommy’s idea, although he’s lost every round that Techno wasn’t on his team. That was mostly due to you sneak attacking him while he targeted Techno, but still.

“POTATOMAN!” Tommy shouts, practically bursting your eardrums. “YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE!”

“Christ, mate.” Phil laughs.

“…my ears…” Techno mourns quietly, making both you and Wilbur laugh.

“We’re getting in! We’re getting in!” Tommy says excitedly, and everyone spawns into their teams.

Your heart sinks when you realize you’re with the viewer on white team. Their character, a potato in a suit, stares at you as you walk backward to collect iron and gold from the generator.

You’ve been lucky up until this far, always getting placed with one of the others. Logically, you knew you’d eventually be placed with the random, but part of you still hoped. Still dared to relax into the game.

Potatoman’s character stands there for a few minutes, and you buy wool with your iron.

“Funnel me the gold, Tommy.” Techno says calmly.

“No! Fuck off! This is my gold!”

“You’re just going to walk off the edge with it!”

“No I won’t! When have I ever?!”

“Last game.” Wilbur inputs.

“Wha— I was pushed! That’s different!”

A message pops up in game chat, and your eyes flick to it for a moment, too busy with building a bed defense. When you realize it isn’t Tommy’s death message (it would’ve been really funny, let’s be honest), you do a double take to read it.

<Potatoman> My luck omg

Your eyebrows raise. For a split second, you dare to hope that the viewer is a fan of yours. That they want to be on a team with you. Hope is a dangerous thing; it just makes things worse when it dies.

<Potatoman> Stuck with the worst member <Potatoman> Not even a member fr lmaooo

Ah. And there it is.

Seeing the messages doesn't hurt; it's the fact that you knew to expect it right from the start.

That's not to say you're even the worst member, because in PvP you're a God. Hell, you and Techno train it all the time for fun! Even Tommy cheers when he gets teamed with you in PvP games like this. Being teamed with you for Bedwars was a pretty good thing, in theory.

Always in theory.

Because somehow, someway, you're never liked enough. Never enough for the viewers in general, even. Too annoying, too loud, too imperfect, too showy, too quiet, too anything. And you know to expect that feedback rather than to expect any semblance of compliments.

"At least the so-called 'worst member' didn't walk off the edge, unlike someone on my team." You quip, targeting your words at the viewer.

"Heh?" Techno asks.

"Oh, uh, nothing-"

"Look in chat." Wilbur interrupts.

There's a pause, then:

"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Tommy screams into his mic. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

"I'm agreeing with the kid here." Techno sighs.

"Actually, we really should talk about how the fans have been online. It's not even a recent thing." Phil says, his calm a stark contrast to Tommy.

"I've seen it a lot too. Let's be clear; everyone here is part of the Sleepy Bois. I made it, I make the rules." Wilbur declares.

"You did not make it!" Tommy protests, but Wilbur doesn't stop for him.

"To make it clear, we won't tolerate any hate of anyone in this group, especially not to the extent that we've been seeing recently."

Your eyes glance over at your chat, already stunned, only to have your jaw slacken when you see that your chat is spamming hearts and "YESYESYES."

"Guys, you don't have to... do this." You try.

"I'm pretty sure we do." Techno deadpans, and you can practically imagine the optifine zoom on his character's face he's probably doing/

"The fans treat you like shit, and we're all tired of it." Wilbur agrees. "It's stupid."

"They're all internet assholes." Tommy chimes in, this time at a reasonable volume.

"So from here on out, anyone who says mean shit to you gets banned. From all of our chats." Your eyes go wide at Phil's words, and you quickly pull up his and Tommy's streams to see what their chats are saying.

But... that can't be right. The outpouring of agreement can't be right. The fans all hate you, you know this. There's no way they're agreeing with Phil, Tommy, Techno, and Wil.

So you open Wilbur's chat, then pull up a YouTube tab for Techno's stream too.

Agreement floods every chat, and for just a moment you can't breathe. You were the supposed forgotten middle child, the one nobody cares to stand up for. But that was wrong, wasn't it?

You are part of the Sleepy Bois, and you're just as deserving as everyone else. Of the fans, of the support, of being able to open chat and not see overwhelming hate.

Of being loved.

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buwheal · 4 months

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what are personally your favorite spamton headcanons?

OOooooh this was the wrong thing to ask me if you hate lots of letters on your screen. Get ready!!!!!! Here's my list :-) Its not organized by least to most btw im just typing everything i like lol :

puppetification theory.. AAUUUGHHH!!!!! this one is so much fun for so many reasons.

he's got a BJD (ball jointed doll) body

He's kinda an asshole

While a good chunk of his glitching is from puppetification, way more of it is from malware he's collected over like 20 years on the streets of cyber city

He absolutely feels and is aware of his glitches but he's so used to them it doesnt really bother him anymore. scratch that, it 100% does bother him that his body is actively defying him. but what can you do? :shrug:

he's like 5'1. I HATE HATE HATE seeing him the size of a toddler both because you can literally see his world sprite is the same height as kris, which is a teenager (His proportions just are unbelievably fucked up because of puppetification) and because thats just kinda weird. Something about making him so so small feels weird to me but im not sure, really. take it with a grain of salt.

He was an Email Addison. You see it everywhere. He was like a mailman or something.

He wasnt like four foot or something throuhghout his whole life, but i do imagine he was only slightly smaller than an Addison, which doesnt sound that bad except when you realize everyone else is normal height except him. Maybe it was a manufacutring bug, or maybe it was intentional for his job.

Addisons are like weird organic robots kinda. Cause everything in cyber city is made of code i imagine they are like basically sentient AI.

They (addisons) physically do not age unless their code is damaged. (Guess who's code is fucked up) They were "born" physically and half-mentally adults, and count their age based on their manufacturing date. I say mentally half because it quickly develops soon after while they do things like advertise. Their personality develops a time after.

HE IS OLD!!!!!!! HE'S AN OLD GUY!! HES GOT LITTLE WRINKLES N SHIT!!! HES GOT A GREY STRIPE!!!!!! Not really because of physical aging but its more of like a glitch tbh lol. Like a chunk glitch in minecraft. Whatever happened as his code got progressively more beat up caused a patch of his hair to register incorrectly and show up slightly wrong.

His hair is natrually white. He dyed it in his big shot era ofc, but it faded out. He keeps it colored currently with car oil and shit. Whatever he can find that will color it. It will and does wash out partially when he's drenched in the rain.

He completely refuses to acknowledge his physical changes. Glimpses he sees he ignores or passes it off as he's seeing things.

He prayed to the Neo robot because he saw the beginning of puppetification. He was praying for forgiveness or another chance. He believed it was a divine punishment because he had no other explination. He doesnt believe he changed much more than the very very early stages, and he thinks he's forgiven in his delusion. Which is why he wants the robot so bad.

When he gets mad he turns kinda red and steam comes out the side of his head in short bursts, train whistle sound effects and all. looney tunes type junk.

He has lips... but they're stretched so far because of his huge fucking brick ass teeth that it doesnt really matter at that point.

He's got a scraggly ass mullet.

he has little bitty dot eyes. Every other addison does too but they keep them closed for visual appeal. Theyre robots and shit they dont really need them to get around, even though they help a lot.

Thats about all i can think of rn!!!! ^_^ hope you enjoy that brick of text lol.

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foolhearts · 3 years

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seb/lewis. tell us things. anything!!!

hello friend thank u for this very very important ask. wow ANYTHING?? as you know i have many seb/lewis thoughts but let me share a little dumb story i discussed with @collarboen (who ofc validated me like a good friend and contributed ideas) after seeing this post about lewis the oil painter and seb who does taxes falling in love!!!

so lewis's assistant/manager/publicist (the amazing angela ofc) who has been there with him since the very beginning has always done his taxes for him. but then he starts to make it big as people outside the local art scene start to recognize and praise his work and his collections start being featured in bigger name museums!! and then he starts to get a decent number of commissions too and his artwork is featured in various exhibits and being auctioned off etc. so angela's like, ok this is getting a little complicated for me. you probably need a tax person now that you're making more money and have these different contracts/accounts and you're also donating some of your art/money to causes you're passionate about. lewis says ok, find somebody, i trust you.

meanwhile seb does taxes for like organizations/companies like non profits museums! somehow angela gets his name idk exactly how just go with it but seb says, uh well i don’t really do personal taxes? but she happens to mention who it’s for and seb actually knows and loves lewis’s art so he reluctantly agrees like, i guess i can make an exception. even tho he has to brush up on various tax codes and stuff he hasn’t used in a loooong time. (this could all be entirely wrong bc i know NOTHING about taxes - or art either - so please do not at me about how inaccurate all of this is lolol)

anyway so seb starts helping lewis out and they only correspond via email or through angela. lewis thinks seb is some old boring dude because his emails are very generic and boring. they always start with “dear mr. hamilton, this is sebastian vettel. i am emailing you regarding...” and end with “sincerely, sebastian vettel.” and he always writes in complete sentences with proper punctuation and never uses exclamation points.

and seb has no clue what lewis looks like either! seb likes his art but seb does not routinely google what people look like out of curiousity and now lewis is a client so he figures they’ll meet eventually and lewis will just be another person.

ofc at some point seb needs some Important Documents from lewis and has to meet with lewis anyway to discuss his tax/finance stuff in detail so they set up a time for seb to go to lewis' house for a meeting. as you can imagine lewis is SHOCKED when seb shows up in his suit with his little briefcase and he is not an old man!!! lewis is like ohh OH and immediately notices seb's eyes along with his scruffy beard and floofy hair and finds he's actually quite cute and charming. and seb makes corny tax jokes and roscoe loves him immediately. meanwhile seb is also floored when he sees lewis for the first time. he can't help but think lewis is so beautiful!!! like lewis should be the subject of all the art, someone should be painting lewis!! and lewis is so passionate about his art but also so many other causes, seb finds that incredible. anyway that's how they fall in love the end

#obviously when they're talking in lewis's house for the first time it feels incredibly easy #like they've veen friends forever #i cannot believe i saw that ridiculous meme and this is what i came up with #my brain...unhinged #seb/lewis #sewis #f1 #asks #herstrionics #fic stuff

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 4

a/n: uwuwuwuwu @animesportboys and i were just talking about this and my heart was just bursting at this thought 😭

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

also requests are currently closed right now since i have like nearly 30 to finish so please be patient with me and wait for me to finish it all and until then i can open them up again. however, dont stop sending me cute stuff okay? 🥺

summary: its the time of the month for seijoh’s manager 🥺

@ yn when shes extra moody and mean during that time and does this every time she hears anything even come out of the boys’ mouth

oh dear

so basically

it’s,,,,,, a natural thing that most girls go through every month for more than half of their lives and its absolutely D R E A D F U L

the boys ofc knew what the hell a period was bc hello health class so they knew you would become this,,, other version of yourself

youd be moodier, childish, and easy to annoy and snap to everyone

but you would quickly realize how you’re acting then be all regretful and teary and cry easily and then youd forget about it then start the cycle again

you’d stick your tongue out at them and tease them mercilessly, making them run even more laps and pushing them harder

‘I SEE THOSE ARMS SHAKING, IWAIZUMI HAJIME. ADD 15 MORE TO THAT ROUTINE’

‘WHAT?!’

‘IF I SEE YOU EVEN A STEP BEHIND KINDAICHI, YOU WILL BE RUNNING 8 MORE LAPS KUNIMI’

‘NOO!!!!’

‘CHECK YOURSELF OUT ONE MORE TIME, YAHABA, I WILL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES’

‘HAVE MERCY!!!!’

dear god they hated it

when it was time, they would protect themselves and work even harder and be more perfect to make sure you couldnt see their faults and point them out and try and kill them

it was like war for everyone

but they didnt know the exact date it started so they didnt really know when to start preparing for war until it came

this time, you didnt either

you didnt even know you were starting as you were extra busy booking the buses for away comps and collecting and emailing teachers for any missed homeworks for the team

so when it did start,,,

oh dear part 2

it wasnt really something you found out when you woke up that morning but you noticed you must be getting close since you were feeling extra cranky and you havent even been awake for more than an hour

nothing really happened throughout the day so you were just thinking that you didnt get enough sleep last night so you were just tired and wanted to sleep

but then it happened

you were standing next to iwa, reviewing his spike percentages when you shifted your weight to the other leg and then your eyes widened

your water broke

i saw this tiktok of this one girl and she was about to start filming with her friend when her eyes widened and her friend knew immediately and her caption was ‘my water broke’

iwa was worried as heck on to what was going on with you and even followed your gaze to see it on the wall and nothing out of the ordinary

‘y/n?’

‘oh god’

you mumbled and you wanted to run but you were too scared that you leaked and probably have an obvious redness on your white track pants

yep it def was your time bc you felt tears welling up in your eyes and you sniffled, embarrassed and upset for this to happen now, of all times

then oikawa tooru bursted through the doors

iwa, taking his eyes off of you and to the captain, started to yell at him until he noticed the brunette’s flushed face and panting form, hunched over as he gripped on the door handle with the plastic bag

you, too busy trying to think of a way to get out of there like deciding to waddle or to just crawl, didnt see oikawa as he approached you

the team paused and watched as he took a black hoodie from the plastic bag and wrapped it around your waist

‘hmm, y/n-chan, better get dressed so we can go now’

he hummed and you snapped out of your panic and looked up at him with watery eyes

‘oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nodded, eyes knowing what was going on

‘coach, theres a planetarium special tonight’

oikawa shouted without tearing his gaze away from you and coach irihata instantly knew, knowing the code that oikawa came up with when you became a part of the family team

the elder coach made a noise of agreement and oikawa didnt wait to up and carry you in his arms and waved to the team while pushing your head in his chest so you can hide

‘work hard everyone!’

‘oi, shittykawa! what the hell-!’

but an intense side-eye from his best friend shut him up and he knew something happened so he didnt say anything since he trusts oikawa to fix it

‘i trust you will take care of them, iwa-chan’

iwaizumi nodded firmly before shouting to resume back to practice and he himself went back to the line for spikes

you were carried to the bathroom so you could change into your emergency undies and pad and after you did your business, oikawa noticed you uncomfortably waddling towards him so he took you back into his arms

oikawa continued to carry you like his bride down the street towards an unknown destination, humming a children’s show tune that takeru loved to watch, while you maintained curled around yourself, partly due to the shame but also from the pain in your abdomen

you wiped the few stray tears that spilled past your eyes and oikawa chuckled when he noticed you aggressively wipe them off

‘hmm, y/n-chan, you shouldnt do that to yourself. it irritates your eyes and the skin around it so gently dab it next time, kay?’

you nodded, burrowing back to his chest and breathing in his scent

french toast

he smelled like french toast as the smell of caramel and vanilla wafted into your nose

‘howd you know’

you mumbled against the fabric of his jacket

oikawa stopped his humming and replaced it with a chuckle

‘oh, y/n-chan. oikawa-san is a reliable senpai, dont you know? i got a tracker! just for you!’

he answered and your eyes moved from his arm to his smile and you gripped his jacket tighter, fingers curled around it as if it was your lifeline

‘thank you, oikawa-san’

your words of appreciation made oikawa’s heart thump and he faltered a little, blush creeping up his neck, but he fought it down, covering it up with a smirk

‘you should be, y/n-chan! girls would kill to be you right now!’

you rolled your eyes at the return of his cocky attitude but you knew better

the real oikawa tooru was under that mask

turns out, he carried you to his home as his house was the closest while yours had to be taken by a bus

thankfully his parents were out and his sister and nephew were in a trip in tokyo that you had the house to yourselves without anyone asking questions that might make you uncomfortable and them misunderstand

he shut the door with his foot and made his way up the stairs with ease, his strength truly impressing you at that moment, before settling you down on his bed

it wasnt even on purpose but you curled yourself on his blanket, head buried in his pillow

his heart combusted and tooru had to look away or else he wouldve jumped on you and coddled you forever

instead, he quickly ran over and knelt down under his desk to reach for the box that he has prepared for you

‘y/n-chan, i never knew your pattern until last month so i was able to prepare for you now’

you looked up from your position on the bed and sat up enough to see him standing there, grinning with a mint green box

‘wh-what is that?’

you asked and he shuffled over, sitting next to you

‘this, is the y/n care love box! this special box was created by yours truly with everything you want and need during this dreadful week. theres your favorite food, warm socks, coupons you can spend like watching movies and eating ten tubs of ice cream while we talk shit about the boys’

he listed, gripping the box nervously

‘so? do you like it?’

he looked away from the box and to you but his smile slipped into a panicked one when he saw you silently crying and biting your lip to keep the sobs in

‘y-y/n-chan! i-its okay if y-you dont like it! o-oikawa-san can-’

‘no!’

you cut him off and lunged to hug him with all your might

hehe all might

E A T T H I S

‘i love you so much, oikawa-san! so much! thank you!’

you sobbed into his neck and he tightly hugged you back, lifting you so you could comfortably sit on his lap straddle him if you want me to be straight forward

oikawa gently moved so he was leaning against the wall that his bed was pressed against while you were pressed against his warmth

his fingers were drawing small circles on your back and whispering corny jokes or puns that made you giggle and laugh and occassionally, he would kiss your nose and you would whine at the ticklish feeling

eyes fleeting around the room, your eyes settled back on the box and you reached out, wanting to grab it until oikawa beat you to it and snatched it for you then placed it on your hold

‘whats inside, oikawa-san?’

you cutely mumbled, sitting comfortably back on his thighs so you could open the box in front of you

oikawa laughed

‘just open it and figure it out yourself, y/n-chan’

you pouted at his tease but smiled widely when you revealed the contents inside

‘oikawa-san!’

his eyes followed your surprised expression and his hands gripped your waist

‘you like it?’

he whispered and you nodded, looking back up at him and kissing his cheek, his

‘youre so sweet, oikawa-san! like-like this candy bar! howd you know i like this?’

you held up the treat and he shrugged

‘i keep seeing you get it whenever we go to the store’

you continued to sift through the things, seeing a dvd of your favorite movie, a f/c heating pad, a note that said your favorite ice cream was in the fridge, a bag of your favorite chips, fluffy socks, the goodies

you didnt even notice yourself crying again, only realizing it when there were wet spots beneath you

oikawa saw this and he quickly but gently put the box to the side and cradled your face with both of his hands, softly wiping the tears away with his thumbs

‘aw, dont cry, my little baby. princesses should never cry’

you sniffled and choked a laugh

‘hah, n-not a baby. j-just hor-monal’

you complained and oikawa snickered but shook his head then kissed your nose again

‘youre my baby’

you didnt have it in you to complain so you went back to snuggling into him

oikawa squeezed you and went back to drawing the circles on your back and he felt you relax into his touch and slump against his form, slowly starting to snore

your head rested on his shoulder and he turned slightly to watch your eyes flutter and nose scrunch when a strand of your hair fell on it

his heart continued to beat faster and faster and it showed by the way his fingers shook as he carefully lifted the hair away from you

he slowly bent down to give you a kiss on the forehead before laying you down to sleep more comfortably

‘good night, princess’

he sweetly placed a last kiss on your cheek before getting up to go prepare your heating pad for when you wake up

the next few days were possibly the best period days youve ever had

maybe because it was oikawa telling the team that you were in,,,,, satan’s domain currently and they should be careful with you so they tried their best to lift the weight and burden off of your shoulders

however,,

the next day after the incident,,,

they still didnt know what was wrong with you and oikawa forgot to text the gc about your condition so they were still unknowing

like today

during your classes, you were feeling off, almost nauseous but eating little bits of your chocolate treats were helping you get through until lunch

ofc kunimi noticed bc hellow he sits next to you and he doesnt pay attention during class so hes been watching you sneak little bites so the teacher doesnt see and ducking under your book

he was just amused with the way your eyes would widen if you thought the teacher caught you

kindaichi and kunimi and you usually ate lunch together at your classroom since you three only got to hang out as first years during lunch

so they know you usually have a bento with you and have a general idea of how much you eat

and kunimi thought since you ate all those chocolates earlier, you wouldnt eat as much food but then he saw you scarf down your bento, eat 2 more bags of chips and was finishing last chocolate bar

kindaichi,,,, wasnt even finished with his own bento and was watching you, amazed, at how easily you ate all of it

they didnt say anything since they thought you just didnt eat dinner last night but even during the walk towards the gym for after school practice, you were complaining that you were hungry and was eating another chocolate bar

they thought something was truly wrong bc you were eating so much more than usual

kunimi watched you chew on it as you opened the gym door and still ate even when you were talking to mattsun about his jump height

‘man, you sure are hungry, aren’t you, y/n? thats like your fifth chocolate bar today’

kunimi teased, grabbing a ball to spike but he froze, seeing you with the coldest and angriest look hes ever seen

you blinked at him, grip tightening on the treat, and mattsun slowly backing away from you

you advanced towards the blep boy, treat already forgotten and shoved to be held by mattsun

despite your shorter height than kunimi, he trembled slightly as you looked up at him

‘are you calling me fat, kunimi? are you? am i fat? do you think im ugly? im a piggie?’

you ranted and slowly started crying, making kunimi frantically scramble to stop you before the other upperclassmen see or worse, oikawa-san

‘y/n-wait-no!-um’

‘y/n-chan?’

kunimi shut his eyes tightly in fear at the deadly sweet voice of his captain and kindaichi and mattsun sent a quick prayer to their fellow teammate before he was going to get killed

‘uh oh, i think we’d have to start looking for a replacement for kunimi’

makki, who just arrived, teased making kindaichi fearfully look at him

‘eh?!’

‘oh, you first years have never seen oikawa mad, have ya? well, you’ll get front seat of it!’

mattsun clapped him in the back making him gulp

you werent sobbing but you were definitely crying, tear tracks quickly being wetted by the numerous amount of tears that fell

kunimi scrambled to his knees and folded himself, forehead resting on the floor by his hands

‘I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE DONT KILL ME! I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE FIND MERCY IN YOURSELF AND FORGIVE ME, Y/N-SAMA!’

it was certainly a sight to see

normally calm and collected and chill and relaxed hippie kunimi begging to be forgiven

oikawa stepped forward but you quickly felt the change of your mood, feeling bad for your boy and scrambling to pull him back up

‘oh kunimi-kun! dont kneel like that! the floor is too hard and might give you knee pain!’

it was like whiplash

iwa stepped in the gym and saw the team’s confused and bewildered expressions and saw you, kunimi, and oikawa and he shook his head

this aint even half of bad as he has seen

oikawa gently took you away from kunimi and held you to him instead, giving you a smile, to which you returned, and looked at kunimi, a deadly glint in his eye

‘what happened, y/n-chan?’

the tone of his voice sent a chill to run down everyone’s spines and even iwa, the boy who’s seen this a handful of times, shivered and nervously watched oikawa, ready to jump in

but you just blinked, completely unaware of the change of atmosphere

‘oh, um, i overreacted. i was eating too much food today and mustve annoyed him or something’

you sheepishly mumbled but oikawa was having none of it

‘no, its fine. youre literally bleeding out as we speak! dont feel the need to validate yourself!’

he lightly scolded while you hung your head low and continued to apologize but he gently bonked your head before scolding you again

the team definitely knew now that you were in that,,,, time and they definitely knew now, especially kunimi, that even if youve seen oikawa mad, youd think that the devil was more merciful than him when it relates to the topic of you

a/n: i swear to GGGOOOOODDDDDD im an oikawa whore who cant seem to stop writing for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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serenasoutherlyns · 3 years

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Not a Summer Crush Part One

a/n: calex x reader/ofc. welcome to part one! all feedback is appreciated. forgive any errors. set in au-present day svu. all fluff, allusions to svu type situations.

Part One

You never admit when you have a crush. Not to your friends, not to your crush, and certainly not to yourself. You're a one-night stand type of girl, and ideally with strangers whose names you don’t even know. You got off, they got off, and nobody had to worry about calling in the morning. That was how you'd managed to reach 27 without ever having a serious relationship (and, you thought, having a job in the DA's office at 27 spoke to the efficacy of your strategy). You sure as hell intended on keeping that streak going. But, ever since you started this new job three months ago, something strange was happening.

It was Casey and Alex, that was who was to blame for these pesky feelings. You couldn't help it, they were just infuriatingly sweet when it came to their relationship. Most people in long-term committed relationships were completely miserable at least as far as you could tell, but whenever someone mentioned Alex around Casey she got this energetic glow in her green eyes, like how you got when people mentioned puppies, unadulterated adoration. And when Alex talked about Casey, she went on for as long as anybody would listen about her intelligence, beauty, and cute habits, her interests, and talents. Their whole dynamic was nauseating. And yet, when you saw them, you felt this annoying warmth building in your icy heart. Maybe this was all simple professional adoration, that was a good excuse. You only wanted what they had because they both outranked you, Alex being Bureau Chief, Casey Assistant Bureau Chief. Of course, you admired them both. Yeah, that was it. When you looked into Alex's office and saw Casey there, answering emails on her couch and waiting for her wife to come back from court, the blush in your cheeks was only about Casey's dedication to her work. You certainly didn't have a crush, especially not on two people, not on your superiors.

So, you vowed not to think twice about it when Alex showed up at the office you shared with the other Junior ADAs one Monday morning and placed a cup of coffee on your desk.

"Morning, Haley," she said as you looked up from your work. "You're in early today."

"Yeah, I'm swamped with this St. Benedict's case," you said, explaining your presence. "There are just so many moving pieces, so many people to blame. I'm just trying to figure out my strategy here." You rubbed your temples. You'd rushed out of the apartment that morning, saying a quick goodbye to Ashley and the girls after your shower, you had only gotten a few sips of drip coffee in before rushing away on your bike. You were deeply touched by Alex's kind gesture in caffeinating you. You took a sip, still going on about the case. You pulled back from the cup in surprise as you recognized the taste of honey.

"Is this a café miel?" you asked. She had brought you your favorite special coffee. You expected plain black or a latte, something generic. "How did you know I loved these?"

Alex smiled, thoroughly charmed by your frantic early-morning energy. She wasn't sure why, but while she was in line picking up for herself and Casey, she'd remembered you going on about the virtues of coffee and honey to another poor Junior ADA who definitely hadn't asked. The way you talked about what you liked was cute to her, and watching you thank her now confirmed to her that it had been a good choice.

"I heard you talking Anderson's ear off about it yesterday," she told you. You looked at her sheepishly.

"I think he hates me," you said, fiddling with the outer sleeve of the cup.

No way does anybody hate this girl, Alex thought, but replied, "I was getting coffee for myself and Casey and thought I'd be nice to the new kid." Alex paused, hovered a little waiting for you to say something, but you seemed lost in thought. "Earth to Haley," she said. "Caroline?"

You snapped out of it. Your thoughts were split in two, half picking apart your case and half trying to figure out how to feel and react when your supervisor brings you your favorite kind of coffee. "Oh, I'm so sorry," you said, "I was just thinking about this nun..." You trailed off. At that, Alex actually laughed.

"OK, well, I'll let you get back to work. Let me or Casey know if you need another set of eyes." She started to leave but you stopped her, reaching under your desk for something.

"Wait, Cabot, how much do I owe you?" you asked, your manners catching up to your mind.

Alex only smiled. "Nothing. My treat."

"Thanks," you said as she left. You kept thinking about the conversation all day. How Alex had clearly paid attention to you, gone out of her way to do something nice for you. But it started to feel suspiciously like a crush as you sat on your couch thinking about Alex's slender fingers handing you your favorite drink early in the morning, how special it had made you feel. So, you weren't going to think about it again.

You also didn't think about it when, one warm evening, you literally ran into Casey on your daily run in the big park by the office.

You looked up after your head bumped another runner's shoulder. You tugged your earbuds out, dangling them around your neck, apologizing profusely. You completely zoned out when you were moving, so this happened a lot more often than you might like to admit. Today, you were deep in thought about a case law issue, and the park had all but ceased to exist in your perception.

"It's fine, Haley, calm down," you heard a familiar voice say, making you realize that you'd nearly trampled Casey Cabot Novak. You let out a mortified squeak.

Casey surprised herself. She was not at all bothered like she might usually be upon being rudely collided with on a very wide running path. Instead, she found your focus and bashfulness kind of... cute? Your face and chest were flushed red from exercise, your hair was falling out of its messy bun, and you had on a neon pink shirt with a neon orange running skirt, it looked like a toddler had dressed you.

You kept apologizing until Casey grabbed your shoulders and told you to stop.

"Join me for my last mile?" She asked, and you agreed. You kept the pace slow enough for small talk, Casey asked you, "So, what's up with the neon creamsicle look?"

"Oh my god," you chuckled as you rounded a corner, "a 6-year-old packed my gym bag."

While you showered that evening, you kept going over your afternoon. You were very embarrassed and a little horny, and couldn't get the image of a breathless, sweaty, Casey out of your mind. You decided these feelings were just to be blamed on runners' high and pushed them from your mind.

---

"You know, I really like the new junior ADA," Alex said as she splashed her face with warm water. Casey spit the toothpaste out of her mouth and cupped some water into it, swishing it around.

She spit again and said, "Anderson? He's fine, I guess. A little slow to object, a little quick to make a deal, but he'll get the hang of it."

"Haley," Alex said almost under her breath, patting moisturizer underneath her eyes.

"Oh," Casey replied, slightly flatly. "I've noticed."

Alex gave her a glare out of the side of her eyes as she removed a contact. "Not like that, my love. I just think she's a really good lawyer. Promising."

"She is. But I've also seen how you look at her."

"With professional respect," Alex said, rinsing the lens solution off her fingers. Casey's nighttime routine was much simpler, so she just watched her wife in the mirror, leaning against the shower door.

"Sure," Casey said, letting the silence hang between them. "Lex, you’re my wife. I know how you are when you're attracted to someone."

Alex turned around, leant against the counter, took Casey's hand in her own and ran her thumb across her wedding ring. "Are you jealous?"

"No," Casey said, kissing her wife. "You know, I might be if I didn't completely get it."

Alex sighed with relief. She hadn't exactly intended to get into this conversation.

"She is a bit young."

"If I recall correctly, someone I know was sleeping with Judge Mary Clark when she was that age."

Casey opened her mouth in mock-offense, and Alex kissed it closed.

---

Once it was acknowledged between the two of them, Casey and Alex had an agreement-- neither one of them could fault the other for flirting with you. In fact, they even enjoyed watching each other be sweet to you. And it was pretty harmless, they thought. The moments got more frequent. Alex brought you coffee most mornings, sometimes talking about work, but equally as often, she tried to get to know you. She now knew that you loved baking and crochet and Charlotte Brontë, that you grew up with 6 siblings, you were raised in Oakland, that you'd gone to Stanford. It was like she was collecting pieces of information for an eventual file titled "Caroline Haley: interests." When you weren't in, she left you notes. She even bought you a mug warmer, knowing your tendency to get sucked into a case and forget about your drink.

At the same time, Casey now insisted that the two of you run together whenever you could. She would tease you, complain when you were going too fast. She once convinced you to go for an early Sunday run, and even held your hair back as you vomited in a bush (you neglected to tell her how hungover you were, and she'd forgotten how much 20-somethings could drink). She laughed at you, but she bought you sympathy pancakes to apologize.

While Casey and Alex knew they were flirting, you had no suspicions. You assumed they were just very kind, open people, (and they were, when they wanted to be) contrary to what Anderson and the other junior ADAs had to say. You thought they all must just be frustrated by the difficulty of the job. You were good at staying positive, even in terrible circumstances.

On a particularly unpleasant Friday, Alex watched you from the hallway as you took a phone call, waiting to come in and see if you'd like to have an after-work drink. She watched your eyes light up, saw you smile as wide as she'd ever seen, watched you excitedly shake your hand back and forth in the air and scrunch your nose. Maybe a boyfriend? she wondered as she clicked open the door to the junior ADAs office, shutting it while you packed up your things.

"Hey, Cabot," you said, "I know I'm leaving kind of early, sorry about that, did you need something?"

"It's 6:30. Technically, you're here late," she said as she watched you search your impressively messy desk for something. "But no, I don't need anything, I was actually going to ask if you wanted to get a drink with Casey and me and some other attorneys."

You stopped what you were doing and looked at her with the most accurate yet unintentional impression of a kitten that Alex had ever seen. "Any other day, I would absolutely love to," you told her, “But some people from my studio are going to a salsa night and my partner can actually come to this one. It's been months since we've both been free at the same time to dance together, so I really can't miss it. But please ask me next time if you still want to?"

Alex couldn't resist the way your eyes got big when you asked, the subtle pink in your cheeks and nose, you became impossible to refuse (not that she would want to). She told you that yes, of course, next time, only a little deflated to your knowledge. She has a partner.

"Speaking of," you said as your phone rang. You picked it up. "No, Ashley, your shoes are not in my bag. What would I do with them, babe? Check your old one. Or wear your old ones. Yeah, ok, see you at home." Watching you casually go back and forth with whoever was on the other end of the line was captivating. Ashley must be the partner. That you were both not single and not straight wasn't surprising, but it was a little disappointing if Alex was honest with herself.

"You dance?" She asked you.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed. "I was semi-pro in high school and college, actually. I just got back into teaching a year or so ago when Ashley moved to the city. That flake, god." You snapped your backpack shut (a classy leather affair, but a backpack nonetheless-- Casey adored it, Alex remembered) and changed your tone of voice. "Alex, you guys should come tonight!"

She let out a laugh. "I am as uncoordinated as a baby deer, Caroline."

"I doubt that," you said, rising from your desk. "Because you're good at basically everything. But you don't even have to dance if you don't want to. It's at this place," you wrote down the address of the club on a post-it and stuck it to Alex's cheek. "Live music, drinks, and you get to watch me do my favorite thing in the world, so. Yeah, you should come."

Alex, taken aback by your familiar demandingness (she'd noticed how warm you were with everyone, always professional, yes, but you put people at ease perfectly naturally with your unpracticed air), said "I'll see what Casey says," and watched you excitedly flutter out of the office, trailing close behind you.

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Casey agreed to come dancing. She had also been a little hesitant, but when Alex described how sweetly you asked, how your face lit up when you talked about it, she wasn't in a position to say no. She and Alex sent their apology texts to Pippa, Rita, Sophie, Serena, and Gillian, receiving very characteristic replies.

Casey: Sorry, Al and I have to raincheck, Haley invited us out dancing???

Rita: Ha, have fun with the little energizer bunny, you two.

Pippa: Rita, be nice.

Rita: No.

Rita: I once saw her actually bounce down a hallway.

Serena: Alex Cabot dancing? I wish I was coming.

Alex: :( ouch, Ser.

Pippa: Have fun, you two.

Sophie: Wait, is something happening with Haley? Why do you guys never keep me in the loop?

Gillian: Aw :.(

Alex: Nothing is "happening," Rita's just cruel.

Rita: Haley's impressive, all I'm saying.

Casey. OK. Anyway, we're going to go somewhere we've never been to watch our junior colleague dance instead of having the same whisky as always with you people.

Pippa: 👯‍♂️

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part two

#calex #calex fanfic #calex x reader #casey novak x reader #alex cabot x reader #casey novak x alex cabot x reader #svu fanfic #law and order svu fanfiction #pls reblog love you

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morallygreyprompts · 5 years

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Hero x Villain. Supervillain finds out and captures Hero and ofc Villain shows up and Supervillain does the 'taunting them with Hero to make them show their humanity' routine and then toss Hero over to Villain and Villain is ofc worried and trying to comfort them and then Hero just kisses them, and then the kiss does the Plot Ex Machina true loves kiss from Disney movies and they're both left in the aftermath of defeating Supervillain with the power of love.

I haven't seen Ex Machina but I'm a Disney addict so it's all good. I'm gonna make them both magic boyos but I gotchu. I will also say I got a great Email from NaNoWriMo today about a 6 week novel prep plan and it looks really good. It might be on the website if you have a look and you’re interested.

I know this isn’t the best I’ve written for you, but I do hope you like it.

Villain rushed into the great hall, only to find SuperVillain sitting calmly at their chair, practically their throne, looking calm and collected with Hero bound at their feet by their wrists and ankles. Their face was marked with damp tear stains and blood smears. They were too afraid to speak.

“Let them go, [Supervillain],” Villain growled. “This is between you and me.”

Supervillain shrugged with a confident grin. They patted Hero on the head and they jumped with fright, leaning forward to try to get out of Supervillain’s reach. They only grabbed them by the hair in response, drawing a yelp and forcing them to stay close, to look at Villain.

Villain clenched their fists and they began to weakly glow. “Let. them. go.”

Seeing the blatant threat, Supervillain produced a knife, holding it close to Hero’s throat. “Do you really love each other? Look at the pair of you- you’re pathetic.”

“No, they're not,” Hero barked. Supervillain yanked at their hair to quieten them.

“Hmph, and does [Villain] love you? How about they prove it and I might even let you go, not that you’ll escape from this building alive.”

Villain tensed their jaw and lowered their head. Sweet and beautiful submission.

“Kneel,” Supervillain ordered. “Kneel for me, throw away that precious pride of yours for your dear sweet lover.”

“You’re a psychopath.” But Villain dropped down on their knees, one thud, and then the second.

“Well well, perhaps [Villain] is human after all.”

With a powerful gust of wind, Hero was thrown across the entire room, landing in front of Villain.

“[Hero]!” Villain exclaimed, rushing to untie them. They pulled them close, giving Supervillain their shoulder so as to shield Hero. “It’s okay,” they murmured. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry,” Hero whispered. “I messed up.”

“Nonsense. It’s going to be okay.”

Villain turned their head to check on Supervillain. They stood with their chest puffed out and their arms crossed.

Villain stroked Hero’s cheek, smiling softly. “I love you.” Hero reached up and kissed them, taking Villain by surprise, but they melted into it. Unable to open their eyes, take a breath, separate themselves for a long moment. It was bliss, and their body radiated with refreshing heat. Almost too literally…

“T.That’s not possible!” Supervillain exclaimed.

Villain opened their eyes to find that both they and Hero were literally glowing, brighter than anything Villain had seen done before.

“We finally bonded,” Hero murmured into Villain’s lips. “Our. Our powers, they’ve joined...”

Villain stood and offered Hero a hand up from the ground.

“Then it’s time we used them.”

[I’m sorry, I had no idea what to write for the fight, so I’m skipping it since it’s midnight here and I need to go to bed... Uh, lots of teamwork, pew pew, bright lights, bang! Yeah, that should cover it ^^’]

Supervillain fell to the ground, panting, groaning, trying to scrape themselves up onto their hands and knees with little success. Villain hovered over them, their fist glowing even brighter than the rest of their body. One strike, one last strike and Supervillain would be dealt with. They’d have their revenge and no one would dream of hurting their Hero again.

“[Villain] don’t. Please… Don’t kill them. You promised… We should go anyway- the reinforcements will be on their way. Please, we have to go!

Villain kept their focus on Supervillain. “I should make you beg for mercy, watch you snivel like a coward… but [Hero] is right. You stay away from us, for good, or else I will kill you.”

Villain let themselves be guided away. Taking them tightly by the hand, they took off running.

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luxeor · 5 years

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Lemme just vent out about the ordeal i’ve had to go through thanks to the fucking horrible, stressful and inefficient immigration system Canada has...

In May 2017 I graduated from a Canadian (Art) University as an international Student, and by right I get a work permit for 3 years cause my program was for 3 years. The application to get that work permit was all done online in IRCC’s website. At the end of May I returned to Mexico and made the application from there. Turns out the application would only allow me to put an address inside of Canada to send the permit, so I put the one of my old landlords since i trust them and told them to please notify me whenever they got the document in their mailbox. A month passes, then i get a letter in my email that notifies me that my work permit was approved and a secure document was sent to the address i provided. I call my landlords, and they say they haven’t gotten it yet. More weeks pass and they say they still haven’t gotten it. Then I start to worry, so I go to the website to see how I can contact IRCC.

The website tells me they do not do inquiries of applications at their offices, they only receive calls from inside Canada, and also mail/online application forms to ask for shit also must be inside Canada and providing a Canadian address.

So it’s like... fuck I can’t do shit while i’m in Mexico. I only had the approval letter of my work permit that was sent to in my mail as proof so I printed it and saved it in my documents folder. Since it wasn’t in my plans to return to Canada until 2 years later (Cause I wanted to work on developing my Videogame: Phantasmal Voyage and gain some work experience) i just left the whole thing like that until i was back in the country to resolve this problem.

So 2 years pass and now we are here, I arrived to Canada 4 days ago and what I had to go trough at the airport was a goddamn mess. All the airport employees asking for papers were rude to me because they thought I lost the work permit or I was lying about my status. Despite explaining my situation, and how I couldn’t do anything about it in my country, they didn’t care and still put all the blame on me for arriving to Canada without proof of being a temporary worker (turns out the approval letter wasn’t valid proof).

First entering immigration, i show my declaration form (where I say i come to work) and the approval letter and the border security agent asks me why i don’t have the work permit with me. I explain and looks at me suspiciously, but he tells me to call IRCC and report it lost/stolen to the police and get it replaced. And i’m like ???? Can’t y’all just reprint it (just like my study permit was printed directly there when I first entered Canada years ago) and he tells me they DO NOT do reprints and must get a replacement. I ask if that isn’t gonna take months to do and he doesn’t even answer me back.

He gives my declaration form back without saying anything and afterwards I head to the exit. As i’m heading out I give my declaration to the guard collecting the forms, i walk a few steps and then i hear the guard yell at me “SIR”, turn back and she tells me I gotta head another way. She hands me my declaration and then I enter a room in immigration where they are inspecting ppl’s luggages to see if they are bringing anything illegal. And i’m like wtf, why do they want me here.

I get an agent assigned to me (who was this buff tall Indian man), asks me what my purpose is in Canada while not even looking at me in the eyes and i answer to get work somewhere in the art industry. He says “You’re here in Canada to do art...” and i say yes... (Gave me the impression he’s not taking me seriously) He still doesn’t look at me in the eyes, and he asks me where is my work permit, and I explain him my situation and tells me to shut up midway. He then tries to access their system from an old ass computer, which is taking a while to load. Meanwhile some woman is yelling/complaining she wants something back they took from her for like 3 days ago and they are not even listening to her, which is giving me a bad vibe from these guys...

The agent then takes me to another station with another slow computer, an interrogatory starts and asks random questions about my previous visits, proof that i studied and graduated from an Art university etc while the computer booted up. Then he finally looks at me in the eyes and aggressively starts asking me: WHERE IS YOUR PERMIT, IT SAYS HERE IT WAS SENT TO YOU (referencing the approval letter), and i’m like no, i don’t have it, he then says BUT IT SAYS HERE IT WAS SENT TO YOU, WHY DON’T YOU HAVE IT, and i’m like I don’t know, I already explained to you why i don’t have it and couldn’t do anything in my country to do something about it. “IT SAYS, WORK PERMIT APPROVED, AND SENT TO YOU IN AUGUST 2017, WHY DONT YOU HAVE IT WITH YOU”, like he keeps asking me the same shit and doesn’t even listen to me at all (also almost as if he was pressuring me to say something I didn’t want) and then finally he gets access to the system and sees that I am indeed allowed to work in Canada. And i’m like “see, i wasn’t lying :’)”

He then kind of calms down and tells me the same thing the other border agent told me, to file a police report, call IRCC etc... he says it makes me look bad to enter Canada without proof of my status, i ask if the approval letter isn’t proof and he says “no, wE wANt ThE WOrK pERMiT,” “HOW DOES THIS MAKE YOU LOOK WHEN YOU ENTER THE COUNTRY EH?” “IF IT WAS LOST OR STOLEN YOU DON’T WANT SOMEONE WORKING WITH YOUR WORK PERMIT RIGHT?” And i’m like yes... (even tho i was thinking, can someone even do that when it has my name and other info about me there?? Like wtf ) He also says: “YOU MUST REPORT TO US IF YOU CHANGED ADDRESS” and i’m thinking but you don’t accept addresses outside Canada 😡🤬and then contradicts himself saying “YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING FROM YOUR COUNTRY, YOU MUST DO ALL THIS INSIDE CANADA” “KEEP ALL YOUR PAPERS WITH YOU AND CALL IRCC” and i’m thinking NO FUCKING SHIT, as if i was gonna dump them in the trash, you don’t need to tell me. Like at that point I just thought this animal is a stupid idiotic bitch ass mothafucka who doesn’t even know what the hell he is even talking about or knows how the inefficient ass system he’s working in even works, not to mention he was rude af, didn’t listen at all to what i was saying and abused his authority.

After that he doesn’t apologize at all ofc, just stamped my declaration and told me i could finally leave. I called IRCC later since i’m FINALLY inside Canada to do something about it, they put me on wait for like an hour and then an employee finally answered, she told me Canada post sent my work permit back to them and they have it. Which relieved me until they told me they can’t resend it, I can’t visit an office to get it, and i must mail a 10 page long application with instructions asking to get it replaced, pay $30 and it will take over a month to be sent to me.

...

#The Canadian government has been an absolute disappointment so far and I bet they will keep being so #I already sent all the proper paperwork to get my work permit back so i hope this doesn't escalate more than it already has #I want this fucking stressful journey to get my work permit end so fucking bad jfc.

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CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION | CHAPTER 4

DESCRIPTION: You are VP of Sales for a company with stores and major distribution links across the country and your executive assistant, and only real friend, is leaving. A temp is brought in to replace her, on probation, for you try him out. Of course, nobody told you that it was a him, or that his name was Dean Winchester, or that you’d want to try him out.

A/N: This is an office AU basically from this post. Yep, it’s all a setup for that joke.

[Characters: Dean x Reader, OFC, OMC Words: 3,708. Warnings: workplace drama kids, shit hitting the fan, fucking patriarchy]

Ao3 link if you prefer. Series Masterlist

“No. Shit. No.” It was all he heard before he looked up in time to see her head fall into her arms as they rested on the desk. Until this point, he doesn’t think he’s heard her say anything more than ‘heck’ and even that was just one time late after everyone else left. So, for her to be shouting ‘shit’ in the middle of the day, loud enough for him, and he’s sure others, to hear? Well, that’s a problem.

It’s not concern that forces him up from his chair at the sight of her, it’s just, they were supposed to start their meeting five minutes ago. When she hadn’t called him in he was being polite but now maybe he can distract her. That’s all.

He grabs her a drink first, what assistant goes into an appraisal without one? An idiot assistant that’s who. Dean is decidedly not an idiot so it’s with her drink in his hand that he knocks on the glass door like he’s not been dreading hearing what she thinks of him.

“Dean, what are you…?” She looks up at him confused, her question dying on her lips as they form a perfect ‘o’.

He wants to be annoyed that she forgot about him. Frustration is his knee-jerk reaction. Except there are these worry lines on her face that he hasn’t seen before so he doubles his efforts to let his own emotions go with a heavy swallow.

“I’m so sorry Dean, please sit down.” She searches for a minute as she speaks eventually picking up her phone and typing something furiously.

If he’s honest he wouldn’t have minded her postponing this, or canceling it, whatever. He knows she’s not going to let it go. Eventually, he’s going to end up in this situation, the receiving end of one of her meetings. And he’s not scared of her it’s just what she’s going to say that worries him. It’s one thing to think that your maybe your boss thinks you’re too dumb to do your job right, it’s a really shitty ending to his week to actually hear the words. That’s the sort of stuff you can’t just leave at your desk to have a nice weekend.

“Ok. Let’s go.” She says putting her phone down and giving him her full attention. “Why did you come to work here?”

Wow. She’s going straight for it. Her face is totally unreadable while she waits for an answer and he can’t fight the doubt in his gut. Obviously, he tries to bullshit his way out of getting fired at this point.

“Well, I mean. The company has got such a good reputation of-”

“Dean?” Thank god she stopped him because he had no idea where he was taking that sentence.

“Yeah?”

She smiles, the first time he’s seen her smile all day, and it’s more soothing than he knew he needed. “I’m sorry this is my fault. I forgot you haven’t had one of these with me before so I’ll be honest. I’ve never even looked at the template HR sent me. I’m really only looking to have a conversation with you, just be honest with me. It all stays in this room and I swear this isn’t a test.”

He lets out a giant puff of air he didn’t know he’d been holding in and his shoulders drop thankfully. It’s pretty impossible not to smile back at her or be sucked into her pleas for honesty. He lets himself get too comfortable with her so it all tumbles out too easy. So quickly that his brain doesn’t even approve the words.

“I really, really hated temping, getting treated like a thing and passed about for whatever. There was one guy who didn’t even bother to learn my name. He just called me ‘sport’”

She wrinkles her nose as she nods, “that I believe.” He also sees the flash of guilt that breezes across her face then and wonders what it’s for, she’s called him Dean since day one. “I think we’ve all been there, I know I have. How are you liking it here though? I know the hours aren’t great but how are you finding the actual work?”

He struggles to think about the question straight away because he’s distracted by her admission of being a temp herself. He’d forgotten that she didn’t pop up in the world as this put together sales VP that she is. It kind of blows his mind to imagine her running around after someone else getting them lunch and printing out memos but he supposes she had to start somewhere. The pads of his fingers itch like her story is something for him to scratch at. But this meeting isn’t for him to ask about her, as much as he wants to.

“It’s fine, great even. Everyone is great, the work is great. There was a lot to learn but I think I’ve got a handle on it. I guess everything is just-”

“Great?” She finishes his sentence with a grin and he’s not even bothered by being cut off. He should be, would be usually. Except he’s not because she’s joking with him and slowly it’s starting to turn into an actual conversation which means his palms aren't nearly as clammy as they had been then he’d come in.

“I know this question is going to sound like I’m trying to trick you but I promise I’m not. Where do you want to be in five years? Or, should I say, do you know what you want to do?”

He’s too comfortable again. That and he heard her say shit earlier. His answer is so automatic and honest that he doesn’t really have time to censor it, “not a fucking clue.”

His eyes widen the second it slips out and she freezes for way too long.

And then something unexpected happens. She laughs.

He’s heard her laugh before but he’s never been the one making her laugh. Maddy gets it out of her when they have lunch every now and then, and she’s laughed down the phone. This one is for him though, a laugh he’s never heard before. It’s all unexpected and coming from somewhere deep in her belly, and he did that. His embarrassment melts into a relieved chuckle of his own.

“That might be the most honest answer I’ve ever heard.” She manages through the amusement as it dies in her throat. She has to suck in a quick puff of air for how suddenly it had hit her and pride flutters in his chest.

He shrugs, “it’s true I guess. It’s why I put up with temping anyway. I wanted to see what was out there.”

Now there’s something determined on her face. “I’d really love to help you figure it out if you’re ok with that? I think we can put a plan together so you can try your hand at a few things. How does that sound?”

He really hadn’t expected this. He’d almost called in sick today to avoid sitting in this room. And he knows he hasn’t got the feedback part yet but he can’t imagine she’d be offering him this if she didn’t have some modicum of faith in him. She makes it so easy for him to nod gratefully as he answers, “that would be awesome.”

“Y/N?”

You look up from your desk and before you notice the source of your name you see how the lights of the office are brighter against the darkness flooding in the windows. The last time you’d looked up it was daylight. Only after being crushed at having lost half a day to your panic, do you notice Charlie. Not for anything she’s done, but she’s probably the last person you want to see considering today’s various email chains.

You plaster a smile on your face as best you can, trying to maintain your usual light conversation with her, “now I know it’s serious since you’ve come to see me.”

She grins that same loveable grin that she always seems to have for the few people she genuinely enjoys talking to. You’re torn between being pleased she’s still smiling at you like that and thinking that it makes all of this so much harder.

“Word on the street is that you haven’t left this office all day so I figured this was the only way to get some face time.”

Word on the street? You glance at the clock on your computer, 8:45pm, and then you look over at the desk on the other side of the glass where Dean is still sitting. Not without a yawn you notice.

“Come in, take a seat, just give me a second.” You jump up with more fire than you’ve had all day and stand at the door where Charlie had been leaning. “Dean, go home.”

His head whips round to look at you, an argument on his lips no doubt, but you belay it before he has the chance, “call me a car for nine-thirty and then get out of here. Please. It’s Friday night.”

He nods, his curled lips vaguely apologetic even though it’s your fault he’s still sitting there for crying out loud.

“See you Monday.” You order again before shutting the door behind you, he doesn’t need to hear this conversation while he’s going home.

“I’m surprised you’re still talking to me.” You don’t waste any time avoiding the elephant in the room once you and Charlie are alone.

She laughs and you’re genuinely surprised by her attitude, you knew she was pretty laid back but she had to turn the website off five hours ago because the distribution center is out of stock of the top 50 lines. Because of your sale.

“You’re one of the few people around here I actually like talking to, besides, it’s only stock. Nothing wrong with my actual site. Now Doug? Yeah, he might be mad at you.” There’s a playful twinkle in her eye, no one truly likes Doug after all.

You grimace even though you don’t want to, you want to stay calm and collected but he already thought you were public enemy number one before this all happened. “When isn’t he mad at me?”

Charlie sits forward in her chair so that her elbows rest on the edge of your desk and her head sits innocently in her hands, “I only wanted to check you’re ok. I know you’re probably sitting up here blaming yourself-“

“It’s my fault, so yeah. I am.”

She purses her lips and raises an eyebrow for being interrupted, “it could have have happened to anyone. And you’re smart enough to know that at the end of the day we just made money. Yeah, we’ve got some issues to fix but we’re still turning a profit.”

The smile you crack is half appreciative and still half fake. “It didn’t happen to anyone though, it happened to me. Micheal is going to have my ass. He wants to see me when he’s back in next week.”

“Ass?” She can’t stop herself from beaming with a mock affronted tone, “Y/N! Such language in the office!”

Your eyes dart about excessively as you lean in to whisper, “fuck off Charlie.”

It sets you both off and for the first time since the now infamous RE: The Website email chain you feel genuinely lighter. Yes you’d still have to deal with Michael next week and yes you’d be working all day tomorrow to help try and find stock in any of your stores to transfer over, but as you laugh with Charlie you can’t help but think that maybe you have at least one more friend in this company than you previously thought.

Everyone hates the dick that runs off the subway as soon as the doors open, pushing past people and diving through crowds with no consideration for anyone else, like they’re the only one trying to get to work.

Today Dean is that dick.

He’s late, again. While it might be the second time there’s no backup today. No Maddy to cover for him until he arrives. And it’s only 30 minutes but that’s enough that she’ll already be there, wondering where he is and sending out a search party for her goddamn coffee probably. He’s one of the few people that has seen her before her first coffee of the day and he knows how much she needs it. If she’s a little crazy the rest of the time she’s fucking certifiable without caffeine.

It’s kind of deja vu when he arrives. It’s normal that he’s the first person on the floor but it’s still empty when he arrives, the same as his first day. He looks at his watch to confirm and, yep, he’s definitely late and she should definitely be here. His movements are slow and cautious like she’s waiting to pounce attack from somewhere with an empty mug in her hands, except she doesn’t. He makes it all the way to his desk, his messenger bag dropped unceremoniously at his feet and still nothing. It’s only once he logs into his computer with an overhasty sigh that he sees it, a new email at the top of his inbox.

Got called into an emergency meeting, won’t be back till 9. Cancel my 8am call.

Fuck. He is so fucked. It’s Monday morning and he’s late but worse than that, she’s gone into a two-hour meeting without a drop of caffeine in her system. She didn’t even sign her name, which, she always does. She’s hot on that email etiquette shit even when she’s firing one out from her phone.

He looks down at his bag and wonders if he should even bother being here when she gets back before he remembers that meeting with her on Friday. She’d given him real work to do, she’d made promises to get him experience in other departments, but mostly she’d been normal. Like an actual normal person, halfway to being a friend, and that’s what he’s clinging to. That version of her wouldn’t fire him for being half an hour late. Once the panic subsides he thinks the crazy version wouldn’t either.

Pinging open the meeting room calendar he sees that it’s that dick Doug who’s booked the room and his decision is made right there. There’s no way she’ll survive and he doesn’t intend to leave her to suffer more than necessary. So, he makes her usual, with an extra shot by way of apology, and heads to the elevator. She didn’t say do not disturb or anything and he’ll just knock, take it in and leave. Let Doug hate him, as long as she doesn’t.

The biggest challenge is not spilling hot coffee over himself when the elevator chugs to life and then stops two floors up with an equally bracing shudder, but this is not his first rodeo and Dean has nimble fingers. After surviving the trip knocking on the meeting room door is no problem at all, he doesn’t even hesitate.

“Come in.” It’s muffled by the wood but it’s definitely a male voice that orders him in.

Maybe he would have hesitated if he’s known that the entire VP team was in here. Or maybe he wouldn’t have come faster when he sees the look on Y/N’s face.

They’re all sat like any other meeting except they all seem a little more constipated than normal. And they’re all facing her. She’s sitting there flushed with what looks like shame, her forehead resting in one hand as if she can barely hold her own head up to face them. Dean has no clue what’s going on but he doesn’t like it.

It takes her three seconds to look up and spot him at the door but it feels like three hours. It’s worth the wait anyway because as flustered and broken as she looks staring into the table her face melts when she looks at him. She smiles big and bright and for a moment it reaches all the way to her eyes. And she’s not even looking at the coffee in his hand.

“Sorry, just came to bring you this.” He says to her, ignoring the other men in the room who’s sphincters appeared to have tightened even more at his interruption.

She nods, “thank you, you’re a lifesaver.” He can tell she means it and he thinks it’s about more than the coffee.

He smiles back at her and then straightens his face out to offer the briefest of acknowledgments to the other VP’s before leaving. He almost doesn’t go back to his desk when he’s out of the room. He considers setting up camp outside just in case she needs him or so he’s there when she gets out because she looks like she needs something, then he remembers that’s ridiculous. She’s his boss and tough as nails at that. Plus it’d probably be a waste of two hours.

When he gets back to their floor he’s surprised to see someone sitting on his desk. Not at it, on it. She turns to him at the sound of his footsteps and beams.

“You must be Dean!”

He knows the voice as soon he hears it since he talks to her at least once a day. Although he had no idea the voice was attached to someone as hot as the woman standing in front of him.

“Sabina?

“Hey Dean,” she draws out his name while she sizes him up, ending with a satisfied grin as she reaches out to shake his hand. “It’s great to finally put a face to the voice.”

It might be half-past seven in the morning but Dean raises an eyebrow like he’s just bumped into her at a bar, “same here. I had no idea what I was missing out on.”

This woman in the short skirt and power jacket, that any other day he might call a boss bitch, giggles and then pouts her lips at him for eliciting the reaction.

“So, where is our boss?” He doesn’t miss the reminder that Sabine isn't his boss.

“Stuck in a meeting, she won’t be back for over an hour.”

Dean not being in the office when she arrived that morning had been disconcerting. Doug calling her within five minutes and summoning her to a meeting had been terrifying. The room itself, the faces and the conversation had been hell on earth. It was, of course, a thinly veiled ambush. An outlet for the other VP’s to vocalise their displeasure at the sheer amount of work her problem would require from all of their teams. Doug’s being the hardest hit. Him already hating you the most. You’re surprised he wasn’t spitting bile by the end.

You want to say it was better once they got it out of their system but that would imply that they stopped with the aggression. Even once you were all talking logistics and solutions they couldn’t hide their frustration. You didn’t even want to think about the eye rolls and mutters when you got up in the front of the room and lead the charge in making a list of tasks and assigning jobs. There was no appeasing them, not even by taking more than you should yourself.

You get it. You messed up. Although that wasn’t really harsh enough, you fucked up. Even if you kind of didn’t. You did the research and even in your worst case scenarios, this being one of them except for the shutting the website down part, the margins weren’t terrible. Yes, there would be a slight knock-on effect for selling that quantity at a sale price but you still sold the stock.

It’s not enough. If you try and point that out, or talk about the fact that you’d still made money they brought it back to the shame of it all. It’s such bad PR. Social media is raking us over the coals. Commercial suicide.

And people say women are dramatic.

Thankfully you’re all out ten minutes early, probably because they all need to go and think up some more insults for later. Regardless you feel like you’re floating when you get back to your floor. Freedom does that to a girl. Other people have started arriving now and Dean is at his desk typing away. He seems surprised when you stop in front of him and his eyes flick to the time in the corner of the screen.

“Sorry. I really don’t have a good excuse. My alarm…”

You hold your hand up with a smile, which is much easier to do out of that room, “it’s fine. You start work two hours earlier than anyone else just to be here for me. Just text me next time?”

He rubs the back of his neck as he agrees but stops as you try to walk away.

“Sabina is here. Well, not here, she went downstairs but she’ll be back at nine. Said she just wanted half an hour?”

You feel yourself perk up a little at this information. Sabina would be incredibly helpful right now and considering her sales area includes fifth, which still has the sale on, she could potentially be bringing you good news.

“That’s actually perfect, can you send her straight in when she gets back please?”

“Sure thing.”

You look at the lock screen of your phone and note the time as you slump into your comfortable chair. You have seven minutes to breathe and try to forget the last two hours. Well, not forget since you have a considerable list of actions points from the meeting, but forget the experience anyway. You have seven minutes to try and expel the embarrassment and failure that clings to you.

Michael isn’t back in town till Thursday so that gives you three days to fix this. If the website isn’t back up before he arrives you will be a thousand percent done here. You’re actually fairly confident that as long as the site is back up then you’ll be fine. But if you’ve made the mess and not cleaned it up? That would be a cause for concern.

Continue to Chapter Five

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thecreatiivecorner · 5 years

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Broken - Chapter 1

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x ofc

Fic Summary: Tragedy seemed to have an all access pass to the carnival that was my life. Whenever I felt like I was starting to get a grasp on happiness, something more would come along and snatch it away from me. I’ve been through a lot, starting with an abusive father. Being trained… if that’s what you call being forced to endure torture… to be a spy. Things that most normal people couldn’t even imagine but nothing compared to the day I lost my best friend.

Rating: Mature

Words: 3K

Warnings: swearing, mention of death and a flashback of an abusive father... nothing detailed but rape and beating is suggested. the flashback is in italics if you want to skip it.

I woke up one day and decided I was going to check my email, out of curiosity, boredom, I’m not sure. I climbed out of my king sized heaven, otherwise known as my favorite spot in my house. The sun dispersed through the curtained, floor-to-ceiling windows. It was almost noon, a bad habit I acquired in the recent months. My feet hit the soft carpet and I padded across the large master bedroom of my Los Angeles house. A small shiver ran up my spine as I reached the cold wood floors of the hallway. I moved into the study, a few doors down, and sat down behind the large, glass office desk.

I hadn’t checked my email in at least three months. As I scrolled down the list, I selecting all the ones from Andi and deleted them. I already knew what she had to say, I didn’t need to read them. Once they were all gone, I scrolled back to the top of the page and moused over the first one on the list. The subject line read ‘The Avengers schedule.’

What?

I opened the email and read the details.

Pulling out my phone and looking at the calendar, the realization hit me like a truck. I had forgotten about the contract I signed with Marvel Studios, almost twelve months ago. I slumped back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling.

“Fuck!... How could I forget that?” I shouted out loud.

I sat up and slammed my laptop shut.

“No... No!” Panic was setting in as I abruptly stood up, sending the chair scraping back against the rug under it. “I’m not doing it. No way.” My voice started to calm but my mind was still racing. I wasn’t ready to get back in the world. Honestly, I didn’t ever want to get back in the world. I stood there, frozen in thought.

I can just buy out of the contract.

No. No. No. They can’t find someone to fill my spot in four days.

Why should I care?

My reputation will be trashed… if it isn’t already.

The war in my head ended at that thought. Normally, I didn’t care what others thought of me. But in the world of acting, reputation was just as important as skill. I love being an actress. I’ve loved it since I took my first acting class when I was 10. And this film was expected to be the biggest blockbuster of the year. It would send my career into overdrive.

It seemed that my body was thinking for itself as I moved back to the desk, pulled the chair up and opened my laptop.

‘Got it. Thanks. - Nicole Jena’ I replied.

I sent a new email to Andi.

‘I need to be in Albuquerque in four days. Can you get a flight? - N’

What did I just do. I’m not ready for this.

I’d lived in isolation for six months. Now I’d, essentially just pushed myself off the deep end and I wasn’t even sure I remembered how to swim.

I just sat there. My mind at war with itself. Would Andi even reply? Does she care about me anymore? What if she found a new job? My thoughts were interrupted by the ‘ding’ of new message. It was from her.

Huh. That was fast.

I thought to myself as I opened it, somewhat reluctantly. I wasn’t sure what response I was looking for.

‘Your flight leaves in three days, from LAX. I assumed you would prefer your jet. A car will pick you up at 5pm. I’ll meet you there. - A’

She was right about the jet. My personal plane, all to myself, sounded preferable over a crowded commercial flight. The pilot’s usually requested a few days notice so I assumed Andi made the call before she heard from me.

She does still care… Why?

I had been a horrible friend and an even worse boss.

Again my mind was battling. I felt relief that was quickly drown out by fear. This was a bad idea. I could feel it in my bones. I had no desire to leave my house; to see anyone; to speak to anyone. I took a deep breath, got up and walked back to the bedroom. I entered into the large master bathroom. My bare feet tapped against the tiled floor as I stopped in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection.

You can do this. You can do this!

The pain of what happened still burned inside of me. I could see it in my eyes. Tears constantly fighting their way to the surface.

You’re stronger than this.

Suddenly anger took over my body and mind. This wasn’t a strange occurrence. Since it happened, I’ve had a hard time keeping my emotions in check. When I’m sad, I’m a sobbing mess. When I’m mad, I’m fuming. They also seemed to change with the wind. It wasn’t like me at all. I was always good at creating a facade that no one could see through.

Hell, that’s how I was trained since I was seven. I was much more than just a typical celebrity. I had a secret life that very few people knew about. A dark history that I never shared. But all the training in the world couldn’t make this any easier. I wasn’t a cold blooded, statue. I fought against that during my training. I didn’t want to become a mindless puppet, just following orders and doing as I was told, with no feelings of my own. I guess I was rebellious, that way. Part of me cursed those wishes now, though. I would give anything to not feel any emotions at all.

“NO!” I shouted out as I slammed my palms into the granite countertop, knocking over some fancy perfume bottles. “I’m done letting this control me!” I muttered as I shook my head and walked back into the bedroom. I could feel my heart rate accelerating.

It’s true. I was sick of being alone. Sick of being sad, or angry, all the time. But I couldn’t face the world. Not in my current state. Pushing my friends away was my way of protecting them... from me. I couldn’t risk blowing up in their face, when my emotions decided to do a 180. I couldn’t bare the pain of hurting my friends. Not on top of the pain I was already feeling.

After I calmed myself down, I went back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. My mind was a dictionary of emotions. My day was not turning out the way I expected. I sat there for a while just staring out the windows deep in thought.

How am I ever going to do this? I’m not ready for this.

I have to be ready, at some point. Why not now? This is the push I need.

My thoughts were frustrating me more than calming me, so after much deliberation, I picked up my phone and dialed the one person who would understand and tell me what to do. The phone rang, only twice before she answered.

“Are you alright?” Her voice was calm and collected, as it always was. Her question didn’t surprise me though. I usually only called when something was wrong or I needed help. That, and I hadn’t called in over six months.

“Yes. I need to talk to you, though.” I tried to match her tone, but I felt the fear in my voice… and so did she.

“Ten minutes.” She replied and hung up the phone. I did the same and, again got lost in my thoughts.

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I was five years old again. My sister, Amy, and I were running down some side street in a suburban Los Angeles neighborhood, lit by street lamps and the occasional porch light. My breathing was heavy and I kept looking over my shoulder as blood gushed from my nose.

I had just walked in on my father forcing himself on my sister, who was only two years older than me. I was never a shy child and after much screaming between him and I, he let her go, only to resume his assault on me. I fought as much as I could, managing to grab a lamp from the bedside table and slamming it into the side of his head with as much force as a five year old, being held down by a grown man, could muster. The look on his face scared me more than his hand rising to strike my cheek. After the third time, he let me go and it was then that I decided I was going to run away. I packed as much as I could fit into two bags and when my father went out for a smoke, I grabbed my sister and we ran.

We ran as far as we could before exhaustion overtook us. Amy insisted I had to see a doctor, saying that my nose could be broken. I don’t think she had any clue whether it was or not but she was always looking out for me. We had no idea where we were or where the closest hospital was so we just walked. We found ourselves moving towards busier parts of the city and eventually we seen a sign for a hospital.

Reluctantly, we walked in. A nurse caught a glimpse of my face and suddenly there were nurses and doctors crowding around us. I held onto Amy’s hand as tight as I could but somehow we got separate in the commotion. I was taken to a room and asked a lot of questions. Mostly “does this hurt?” and “Do you feel any pain here?”, all of which I answered with a shake or nod of my head. I asked to see my sister in between every question but they told me she was just outside. I refused when they asked my name or how my face got bloodied.

It turned out my nose was broken, proven by an x-ray. I was returned to my room where police officers were now crowding around. They asked me most of the same questions as the doctors and nurses, but still I refused and asked for Amy. This went on for what felt like hours. Eventually I stopped saying anything at all and the officers left me alone in the room with a nurse who was ordered to watch over me. I layed in the bed and stared at the ceiling thinking that whatever was going to happen to me had to be better than living with my father.

Later, a small woman entered the room and asked the nurse to leave. She didn’t look like a doctor or nurse and she wasn’t dressed like the rest of the police officers. She walked up to the side of the bed and introduced herself as Maggie. She smiled at me but I only stared at her with confusion and anger written on my face. I asked her if she was going to ask me more questions and, to my surprise, she said no. I stayed at her house that night. At the time, I didn’t know but she was a government agent. A spy. She told me she was going to be my new family and assured me that my sister was being taken care of. At that age, I didn’t fully understand the meaning of ‘trust’. The only thing I knew was that I didn’t want to go back to my father. She never officially adopted me but she gave me the best life, even if that meant training me to be just like her.

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Before I knew it the doorbell rang. I got up to check the security feed. My house was not like most homes. I had a military grade security systems with cameras everywhere, and a tablet that relayed and saved the footage 24/7. I could control everything from it, including the locks on every door in the house. I usually answered the door like a normal person would but when I saw who it was, I tapped the ‘front door’ button and watched the video feed as the small woman glanced into the security camera before opening the door and entering the house.

I walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, and leaned over the balcony that overlooked the living room. Margaret Hill, otherwise known as the only person I trusted more than myself, looked up at me as she sat down on the large sectional sofa, in the middle of the room. She had been to my house many times before and easily made herself comfortable.

“I’m going back to work.” I shouted as I made my way down the stairs.

“Good.” She replied, plainly.

“Is it?” I questioned flatly as I made my way to the couch, sitting on the other end from her. She paused, staring at me for a moment.

“We could use your help.” Her tone didn’t change, still flat, lifeless, as she changed the subject. I gave her a breathy chuckle. Typical Maggie, always with ulterior motives.

“I mean my other work. Besides, it’s been six months, Maggie. If you haven’t found his killer by now, you’re never going to.” I spat as I rolled my eyes.

“That may be true, but you could.” She pointed to me as she enunciated the word ‘you’. I shook my head in annoyance.

“Please don’t do this. This is not why I asked you here.” I stated, frustratedly.

“Are you still having panic attacks?” She asked flatly. I tensed and looked away from her. I had been trying to forget about them.

“The last one was about two months ago.” I muttered.

“You can’t control what people say or what you hear. If you leave... they’re probably going to start again.” There was little emotion in her voice. If I didn’t know her as well as I did, I’d say she didn’t care about me at all, but she did. I was like a daughter to her and she was the closest thing I had to a mother.

“You’re the best agent this government has ever seen. I should know. I trained you myself. If anyone can find his killer... it’s you.”

“Why did you train me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. She looked at me, slight confusion playing on her emotionless face. “Why did you pick me? How did you know?” I clarified my question.

She continued to stare at me. I wasn’t sure if she didn’t know where to begin or if she wasn’t sure she wanted to answer my question. Maggie wasn’t one to lose her words so I guessed the latter was more likely.

“You found me when I was five years old. You took me in. You paid my way to London. To go to one the best performing arts schools in the world. You’re the reason I’ve been able to live my dream. The reason I can be an actor, and a singer, and a dancer. But you also trained me to become… whatever I am. A spy? A soldier? You saved my life and I will forever be indebted to you but... ” My voice was starting to get louder as I became more emotional.

“You will never owe me anything.” She stated plainly but emphasized the word ‘never’.

“I am grateful. Really. But why did you turn me into this person?” I added more calmly.

“Because I knew you could handle it.” She wouldn’t look at me. Her eyes danced around the room, landing anywhere but my face.

“How? How could you possibly know that a five year old would be able to handle the things I’ve experienced?” I could feel the tears burning the back of my eyes. I startled when Maggie suddenly stood up from the couch and looked down at me. Anger crossed every feature on her face.

“I would never let anything happen to you, if you couldn’t take it. You were strong then and you’re even stronger now. Agent Lusik’s death has only given you more strength. Whether you see it or not, I do.” I swallowed hard at the sound of his name. “You’re stubborn and you’re fearless. That is why I picked you. That is why I trained you. Because I knew that no matter what you faced, you would be too stubborn to let it affect you in any way. You’ve lost that, and I understand why, but now it’s time you find it again.” Her words were like daggers, cutting through the facade I had put up.

The tears in my eyes were gone now, replaced with rage. Not at Maggie though. Everything she said was true. I was angry at myself for getting so lost in grief. Maggie noticed my change in attitude as her words sunk in, and she moved around the coffee table, to the front door.

“You’re so talented, Nicole. Don’t waste it.” She flashed a sly smile and a wink before disappearing out the door.

I would’ve believed she meant I was a talented actor, but I knew better. She wanted me to help with the investigation. I wasn’t ready for that though..

I didn’t move from the couch for awhile, frozen in thought. I guess that was it. I was going back to filming.

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stopforamoment · 6 years

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“Hang with Me” (9 of 10)

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three)

Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OFC Rinda Parks Word Count: 1,664 Rating: M for Language Author’s Note: Thank you to all the amazing artists whose work got me through a *really* long semester and TRR break. Chapters are named after songs I was listening to at the time because I’m real original like that. This one is “Hang with Me” by Robyn. *Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. OFC with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. Summary: Bastien learns more about the Kakos dysfunction and the school’s secret passageways from Rinda and they begin to form their working relationship. Oh, and NOW the slow burn is finally getting started! *The “Keep Reading” link should be here!

It was Thursday afternoon and Bastien was in Kakos’ old office, trying to sort through the mess he left behind. There was a knock on the door. It was Rinda. “Mr. Lykel, do you have a few minutes?” Bastien smiled. “Yes, please come in. Sit down.”

Rinda gave a grateful smile. “Thank you. I wanted to touch base with you about coordinating things with the security program. I didn’t know if you wanted the two of us to work together, or if I should just wait for the permanent replacement.” Bastien nodded. “I’m putting together a short list, but I would like your input when I get that far.” “Thank you, I appreciate that. Please let me know when you’d like to meet. Oh, and before I forget . . .” Bastien looked up as she handed him a piece of paper. “If you have Kakos’ laptop, these might be the usernames and passwords to access the laptop and his email.” Bastien looked at her in shock. “He gave this to you?” Rinda gave him an even stare. “No. He left his laptop lying around with the internet tab minimized. He wasn’t logged out of his work email, so I went in and updated his password and added a protection lock on the laptop. He would have gotten an email notification that his password was changed, and it was my hope that he would make note of the security breach and make the necessary changes. As for getting locked out of his laptop, well, I hadn’t figured that part out yet.” Bastien continued to stare at her in disbelief, and she misread his reaction. “Please understand. I had to do a lot of passive aggressive things just to ensure a basic level of security and there was no one I could speak to about this. I promise I won’t do that to you or the new security officer because first, I know I won’t have to. And second, because I know there’s no way I would get away with it.” Rinda chuckled. “Trust me, I’m too terrified to even think of what you’d do to me if I was stupid enough to try something. There were a lot of things I kept from you because I thought you were only here for a few days and it wasn’t your problem to deal with. Now that it’s more permanent, well, there’s some other things I need to fill you in on when you have time.” Bastien leaned back in his chair, silently staring at her. “I know you’re busy so I’ll let myself out. I’ll be in room 137, Laura’s room, if you need me for anything during the day.”

. . . . .

Bastien and Rinda met the next morning to start going through things.

“Rinda, those passageways you used during training. Does everyone know about them?” Rinda shook her head. “I don’t think so. They’re pretty musty, and some didn’t seem safe to use, even in an emergency. But there should also be some outside tunnels in the area that I haven’t looked for yet. I’m sure all the local kids know and have been using them for years. I was planning on asking them when the school year started once they got to know me better.” Bastien nodded. “How did you know about the passageways, then?” “Oh, I asked for a building plan to be sent over before I came here. Plus I did research on the area, and there was some cool historical information about escape routes for royalty during times of war and tunnels created by the locals who smuggled goods into Cordonia back in the day. Well, I’m kind of a history geek, and who wouldn’t be excited about secret tunnels and escape routes, right? So when I got here I went to the Valtoria Library to get more information, and then I was told the Cordonian Royal Library Collection also had information. I have carte blanche to library stuff because of the exchange program and I’ve had archival training . . . sorry, rambling. Long story short, I found enough info that I was able to piece together a basic map of passageways in the building and possible tunnel entrances nearby. I started exploring the passageways when I got here, trying to get a better idea of everything. I highlighted the stuff I was able to explore within the school building this past week—it wasn’t much—and I gave it to Kakos so we could consider them as escape routes. I assume he gave you the copy to help with your security preparations?” Bastien didn’t respond. Shit. I should have listened to my gut and given the copy directly to Bastien. “Bastien, I’m sorry. Kakos has the only hardcopy and I didn’t make an electronic version. I wasn’t sure about security protocol. But I’d be happy to make a new one for you.” Bastien shook his head. “Hopefully that won’t be necessary. I’ll talk to Kakos tonight and ensure that he hands over the copy. So, how long did it take you to do this?” Rinda shrugged. “I did a little here and there, and I knew the bulk of it I’d work on when I could actually get into the passageways and tunnels to map it out. Really, it was fun. Like solving a mystery.” Bastien nodded. He was used to doing research for his job, but not this. The type of research Rinda completed in such a short amount of time? He was impressed.

“You know Bastien, this room is one of the main access points to the passageway. I’m assuming the entryway is behind the bookshelf. It didn’t seem like Kakos tried getting into the passageways from here, but that was something that terrified me. That he would have so much access from his office. It makes sense from a security perspective, but only when we can trust the person in charge.” Rinda trailed off. “Mr. Lykel? Bastien? I don’t know what happened yesterday, but I’m so glad that you’re going to be a part of this transition.” Bastien nodded in agreement. Now that he was learning the full extend of the dysfunction, he was relieved Kakos was let go. With the King and Queen coming in October . . . Rinda already did more than she knew to make his job easier. Rinda suddenly looked up at Bastien, a hopeful gleam in her eye, but then suddenly looked down and bit her bottom lip uncertainly. “You would need to keep exploring those school passageways and area tunnels as part of your security preparation, right? I understand if you don’t want me poking around in them anymore, but if I can tag along I’d really appreciate it.” He glanced at Rinda. Her normally hazel eyes were turning green, her obvious tell when she was excited about something. He gave her a mischievous grin, thinking about the work she put into the map, her excitement about Jules Verne novels, and how she instinctively knew the local children would know about the tunnels and play in them. She was loving this. “Yes,” Bastien began slowly, “but without that map I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Hmm.” It sounded more like a seductive purr as Bastien continued, teasing out his next sentences, not breaking eye contact with Rinda. “It would help if I had someone with me who was already familiar with the area. Someone who could take charge . . .” Rinda’s pursed her lips, trying to give Bastien a disapproving glare, but she couldn’t pull it off. Instead, she gave an exaggerated sigh. “Well, I did already start exploring the school passageways, and I have to admit I was planning on exploring the tunnels on my own if Kakos didn’t join me. I guess you could join me. I mean, Professor Lindenbrock really did need Hans to save him all the time. Bastien chuckled at the Jules Verne reference. She remembered . . . Rinda stood up. “Just let me grab a couple things first, okay?” She was so excited, and he couldn’t stop himself. Bastien looked up at her, feigning confusion. “Why?” “Why? So we can start exploring the school passageways. I can help you move the bookcase. Then we can figure out another time to find the entrances to the outside tunnels.” “Now? What made you think I wanted to do anything right now?” Bastien’s face was a blank slate, mustering his years of training to keep his lips from twitching. “All right. So when should we go?” “Let me check my schedule and get back to you, okay? I can’t just drop what I’m working on to go exploring.” Rinda blushed, embarrassed that she had been so presumptuous. “Of course. I’m sorry that I . . .” Bastien cut her off. “Mrs. Parks, would you prefer that I invite Kakos to go with you? I am really busy and don’t know if I’ll have time this week . . .” Rinda grinned, suddenly realizing that he was messing with her. “Well, you said you were going to see if he has the map, so then I guess you don’t need me. I hope the two of you have fun together.” Shit. He didn’t like how quickly she was gaining the upper hand. Rinda tried to appear calm as she walked out of his office, but she began laughing too hard to be convincing. “Okay, seriously. The two of us will do this, right?” “Yes, Rinda. I promise we’ll do it. You just need to be patient.”

Rinda’s eyes widened in disbelief and then she threw back her head and laughed. “Damn, Bastien. That was amazing.” She suddenly turned to him with a mock seriousness in her eyes, her voice deepening. “I mean, it will be amazing.” Then she walked out of his office, leaving a blushing Bastien with a shocked look on his face as he realized what just happened.

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naimee · 7 years

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Can I ask for Sakurai falling for a senpai who's always been kind to him, but she's taller and way more mature, so be begs to support from his teammates on how to confess to her?

i think more will come out of this if Ijust write it out headcanon style.

he’s a shy baby so ittakes him some time to get the courage up to ask his teammates but when he doestheir responses are…their responses

Imayoshi: Is she a g o o d girl, Sakurai?

Susa: I say you go for a traditional approach,Sakurai. Calm, cool, and collected-

Aomine:*yawns loudly interrupting Sus, while sitting up from a power nap* Wack. What’s her bra size soyou can email her bralettes you’d love to see on her? *wiggles eyebrow*

Wakamatsu:Shut up you narcoleptic creep.

yeah…not many greatideas at first

BUT of course thingseventually work out once Coach Harasawa Katsunori hears Sakurai’s troubles andbutts in

everyone’s shockedbecause he doesn’t usually pitch in, in the midst of the buffoonery unless itinterrupts practice

with Coach ChiseledCheekbones involved, Sakurai feels a bit less worried—like 0.05% less worrisome—andcounts on the team to answer all of his questions on how to sweep his senpaioff their feet

okay so they’d end upsticking to the traditional choice like Susa suggested (honestly Susa isprobably always right in this group but OFC NO ONE LISTENS TO HIM)

“Leave a note in your senpai’s locker, Sakurai.”

“W-W-Whattype of note, Susa?”

“A note confessing your undying love for them.”

“I-I’MSORRY I-IF YOU GOT THE W-WRONG IDEA, BUT I AM MOST CERTAINLY NOT IN L-L-L O VE. IMIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY-“

*sighs* “Imayoshi, can we be serious for onemoment please?”

he’d end up leavingnote in his senpai’s locker with the sweetest 10-line poem that he’s writtenhimself (idk something tells me Sakurai is secretly a romantic) signed as“secret admirer” at the bottom

the same day he leavesflowers for his senpai before class starts, making sure he gets there extraearly so no one will see him

okay quick headcanon Iimagine everything that the Touou basketball team plans together ends up goinghorribly lol

don’t ask me why justknow it fits

in this case, Sakurai’ssenpai would have an allergic reaction to the flowers causing them to beescorted out

Sakurai would feel sohorrible that he’d immediately go to apologize after class, exposing himself asthe secret admirer

instead of being mad,the senpai smiles with watery eyes and a runny nose, takes Sakurai’s hand andasks gently “Sakurai-kun…do you like me?”

his reddening cheekswith answer for him

When the basketball teamsees Sakurai walking past the gym afterschool instead of into it, they all peektheir heads out to see him still holding hands with his senpai

coach lets him off easyfor practice that day

#knb scenarios #knb headcanons #sakurai ryou headcanons

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+100 things i hate about me

Basics

Name x

Birthplace x

Current Location finland

Heritage x

Eye Color brown

Hair Color some kinda red right now

Hair Length a bit past my shoulders

Height 158 cm / 5′2″

Weight enough

Figure average i guess

Righty or Lefty righty, yo

Zodiac Sign cancer sun, libra moon, gemini rising

Introvert or extrovert in the social sense? i swing between the two quite a bit

Meyers-Briggs Personality type estp

Style

Clothing all black, preferably, versatile, casual

Hair updos are life

Music what does that have to do with style?

Makeup usually minimal, sometimes not. i like dark things

Body Art a few small tattoos

Car none

Decor love minimalist, but unfortunately my place is a mishmash of things

Right Now

Current mood kinda bored

Current music nylon beat - elämä on lyhyt

Current taste coffee with hazelnut milk <3

Current hair loose

Current clothes grey dress with leopard dots and a black cardigan!

Current annoyance that i’m bored :D

Current smell coffee

Current longing someone special

Current desktop picture hummingmint xD

Current fingernail color natural

Current likes sunlight! walks with the dog. violife smoked cheese.

Current dislikes idk, i don’t think about things i don’t like that much

Current favorite article of clothing idk. i need new clothes xD

Current favorite place to be out & about

Current time you wake up in the morning 10 am ish

Current favorite word díky!

What are you...

Thinking of that i should resume today’s czech studies

Feeling BOREDOM

Remembering nothing

Doing nothing T.T

Planning convincing my mom to sponsor my ticket to prague xD

What were you doing

1 hour ago i was out walking my dog

1 day ago probably wasted time here

1 week ago i was in romania doing stuff! <3

1 month ago probs just hanging out with the boyfriend

1 year ago crying that my life was miserable lololol

5 years ago feeling stuck in a relationship that wasn’t going anywhere

10 years ago felt stuck and constrained by high school and everything

Your favorite

Music depends. right now i’m kinda into finnish rock music

Cartoon lol, i don’t really watch any, save for the simpsons occasionally

Font LOL

Color gold, copper

Song pää kii - apinoiden planeetalla

Flavor chocolate!

Scent i loooooove givenchy’s ange ou demon <3

Magazine none

TV Show none

Book love is a hound from hell by bukowski

Movie the royal tenenbaums

Language japanese! and finnish xD

Food soba noodles

Beverage COFFEE

Fruit i like them all!

Vegetable right now: celery, zucchini, aubergine, cucumber

Season spring

Subject in School none

Weekend Activity dancing and wandering to random places

Ice Cream Flavor mint or licorice

Pizza toppings zucchini, mushrooms, lots of olives

Preferences

Cola or Other

Coke or Pepsi ... neither

Fried, Scrambled, or Poached ... i’m vegan xD

Pancakes or Waffles

Dogs or Cats

Coffee or Tea

Iced or Hot

Looking out the window or into the room

One Pillow or Two

Chocolate or Vanilla

High Achiever or Easy-Going

Single or Taken

Pen or Pencil

Gloves or Mittens

Planned or Spontaneous

Food or Candy xD

Matches or a Lighter

Typed or Handwritten

Walk or Run

Elevator or Stairs

Walk or Drive

Facing into the restaurant or away from the other people

Eating alone, with one friend, or with lots of friends

Home or "Out"

Alone, with one friend, or with a group?

Who Would You Like To...

Hear From a few of my friends

Never Hear From Again a friend i’ve left behind

Look Like me but better >:)

Be Like idk. me but more mature.

Meet awesome people!

Get to Know no one in particular, but i’d like to make new friends

Learn from / Study With my dog

Impress EVERYONE!

Teach depends on what i have to teach xD

Do you...?

Have any tattoos (where?) yes, the runes for dagaz and hagalaz on my hands and a star on my left ankle

Have any piercings (where?) nope

Have any scars quite a bit, in random places

Get along with your parents? yes and no, but better these days

Get motion sickness very rarely

Think you're a health nut no but my friends think otherwise xD

Type with your fingers on the right keys what does that even mean?!

Play an instrument nope. just my voice xD

Play an instrument well no

Sleep with stuffed animals sometimes

Have a significant other yup!

Have a dream that keeps coming back NO way

Believe there is life on other planets maybe. but even so, we’re unlikely to encounter them

Read the newspaper sometimes

Read the comics sometimes

Read the sports pages sometimes

Check the weather forecast yes

Go to restaurants alone yep

Consider yourself tolerant of others i do

Like the taste of alcohol sure xD

Drink yes, various things

Smoke nope

Swear yep :<

Sing yep

Sing in public yep

Sing in the shower yep

Laugh yep

Joke all of my life is a joke

Read sometimes xD

Exercise i guess

Diet sometimes

Cook yep!

Believe in astrology yes and no

Read your horoscope no

Believe in magic yes and no

Believe in miracles it’s a miracle i’m still alive

Go to church yeah! especially abandoned ones

Have any secrets sure

Have any pets not really, my dog lives with my dad

Have any children no

Have any brothers or sisters yes, one sister

Work .... no :<

Have a college degree kinda

Chat to strangers who instant message you i used to when i had aim!

Talk to strangers on the bus LOL NO

Wear hats in winter, yes

Like yourself most of the time

Wish on stars hardly ever, really

Like your handwriting i don’t feel either way about it

Trust others easily not really

Like puns YES

Have a good sense of humor ofc

Take walks in the rain sometimes!

Do you prefer

Traveling

Staying home

Going out

Cooking

Eating out

Entertaining at home

Large parties

Small parties where you know everyone

Quiet evenings with a few friends

Being alone

Leisure Time: Do you like to...

Read

Go out, anywhere!

Go dancing

See a show

Rent a video

Listen to music

Go for a walk

Watch television

Surf the web

Chat with friends online

Meet people for coffee and conversation

Go to a party

Stay home

...?

Sports and recreation: Do you...

Jog

Run

Walk

Ski

Swim

Play on a team

Play "pickup" games

Bowl

Work Out

...?

Creative outlets: Do you...

Paint or draw

Sculpt, do pottery, mold clay...

Build scale models

Collect... (what?)

Write (what?)

Compose music

Choreograph dances

Dance

Develop software

Meditate

Daydream

...?

Have you ever...?

Eaten an entire box of Oreos

Thought about eating an entire box of Oreos

Baked a cake

Cooked Thanksgiving Dinner for a group

Eaten sushi

Been on stage

Gone skating

Made homemade cookies

Gone skinny dipping

Dyed your hair

Broken a bone

Been hospitalized overnight

Had your name appear in the newspaper

Published a story, poem, novel...

Played a game that required removal of clothing

Gotten drunk or extremely intoxicated

Been arrested

Changed your name

Changed your "look"

Changed who you were to fit in

Traveled outside the country

Memories - The Past

Last Thing You Bought sugar-free red bull

Last Interesting Thing You Did went to romania!

Last Interesting Thing You Heard: can’t remember

Last Interesting Thing You Said nothing that i can recall rn

Last Interesting Thing You Saw: my dog

Last Thing You Touched: keyboard

Last Thing You Had To Eat oatmeal!

Last Thing You Had To Drink coffee

Last Thing You Watched On Tv ice hockey game between sweden and finland xD

Last Book You Read jane eyre

Last Music You Listened To nylon beat

Last Movie You Saw .... probably an old finnish one my dad was watching

Last Movie You Saw On The Big Screen sing

Last Person You Called On The Phone my mom

Last Person You Talked To Online my darling!

Last Person You Emailed a friend

Last Time You Cried last month

Last Time You Smiled today

Last Time You Laughed today xD

Last Person You Hugged my darling <3

Last Person You Kissed my darling, ofc The Future Miscellany What is... Moods

Where do you see yourself in five years? far away from here

Describe your Dream Career traveling and exploring new things on a regular basis

What do you want to be when you grow up? anthony bourdain xD at some point, i would also like to be dead

What country would you most like to visit? idk. too many to mention.

Where are you going to live? when i settle down? hopefully far away from here...

How many rings until you answer the phone? 2 or 3

What's on your mouse pad? i don’t have one xD

Do you like thunderstorms? yeah!

Do you like snow? most of the time, yes

How many houses have you lived in? 5-10

How many schools have you gone to? i think 5

Do you like to drive? i do!

What color is your bedroom carpet? i don’t have a bedroom... but i have 3 carpets, one is green, the second is off-white and the third kinda grey

If you were stranded on a desert island and you could only take one thing (not person) with you what would you take? a machete

What was the best time of your life so far? NOW

The last thought you go to sleep with probably something awesome that happened that day

Your first waking thoughts coffee!

The first feature you notice in someone you just met their face and body language

Your best physical feature idk. i’m cute in general lolol

Your greatest fear that i won’t get anywhere in life and i’ll be misrable

Your biggest weakness my loved ones

Your strongest attribute i’m self-assured and independent

Your greatest accomplishment having made it this far and having enjoyed myself along the way

Your most cherished memory really, there is no one memory. and while i have lots of good memories, i don’t spend too much time thinking about them.

I Hurt rarely and even when i do, i don’t want to show it

I Love y’all! haha.

I Hate it when nothing is happening

I Fear that this moment will vanish and i will lose everything

I Hope that the above is an irrational fear

I Feel feelings y’all

I LIsten to my dog snoring

I Hide when people start demanding too much from me

I Drive at night, on empty highways, as fast as possible

I Play a game, it’s called insincerity~

I Miss him.

I Learned that my dog is scared of a lot of things

I Know i’m in no hurry to figure things out.

I Wait for myself to get sleepy.

I Need sleep!

I Want sleep!

#survey

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