#and talked to me for like an hour while we waited for our respective trains

[raysrays]

Crimson Guardian NSFW

Kyojuro Rengoku x Wife! Reader

18+ MDNI!🚫

CW: NSFW Content, minor angst, controlling/manipulating behavior, fluff-ish.

Y/N POV

Scenario : You've recently married into the respected Rengoku family, and while you continue your work as a demon slayer, life starts to get a bit messy. Balancing your duties becomes a real challenge as you navigate the challenges of married life. You find yourself having to make tough choices just to keep your husband happy, all while debating to stay true to yourself and your calling as a demon slayer.

Marriage. Truly one of the most beautiful milestones a couple can achieve. Marrying Kyojuro has undoubtedly been my greatest accomplishment.

I still remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday. Surrounded by friends, family, and core members, we pledged our lives to each other. Though it wasn't the most glamorous wedding ever seen, it was enough. Because really, all I've ever wanted was Kyojuro, and now, finally, I have him.

For the first few months, our marriage was nothing short of perfect. I moved into the Rengoku estate with Kyojuro's family, assisting Shenjuro with chores and gradually trying to get closer to Shinjuro. Though I'm not sure how successful I was.

It was only six months in that I realized being a demon slayer and a wife wasn't as easy as I thought.

Before our relationship, I was Kyojuro's Tsuguko. He was simply my mentor, and I trained hard under him to get myself where I am today. It was later down the road that we noticed each other's lingering gazes, the occasional flirting, and all the other subtle hints of wanting to be more.

Kyojuro was strong, and I knew he wanted a family, but I simply wasn't ready to give up training and my duties as a demon slayer just yet.

Every day, after helping out around the estate, I would hike over to HQ and pick up where I had left off the previous day, training until the late hours of the night. I would often come home exhausted, which usually caused Kyojuro to worry. As much as I reassured him, he never seemed fully convinced.

Now, here I was, sitting at the dinner table with Kyo across from me. It was a rare occasion for us to eat alone together like this. We made small talk about our day and training, and then he finally stopped eating and put his silverware down.

"Little Flame, I think it’s time we have a serious discussion about the way things have been as of late,” his usual happy smile seemed almost nervous.

I set my spoon down on my plate, giving him my full attention.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Sunflower, you have been working so hard as of late, and it’s quite admirable. I truly admire your dedication to the demon slayer corps and your training!”

“But…?” I ask, confused.

“But… since our marriage, I’ve found myself in constant worry over you. Every time you go on a mission without me, I have to painfully wait for your return. Not knowing whether or not you'd be injured or even-“

“Dead?” I finish.

I saw his body tense up at the word.

“Yes, my love. Dead. I cannot even bear the thought of you never returning to me. It pains me to my core,” he seemed so sad, so worried about me.

I know Kyojuro, I know he didn’t mean anything bad by what he was saying. However, I felt almost offended. He too was a slayer, a hashira. I also had to deal with the fear of him returning with serious injuries or even never returning at all.

Did he believe me to be incapable of protecting myself? He was the very one who trained me. Even though I knew Kyojuro was strong, much stronger than me, it just felt like he lacked faith in me.

“You don’t think I’m strong enough anymore? Do you think marriage has made me soft?” I realized I might have come off a little too harsh, but my emotions were getting the best of me.

His expression seemed surprised, but I could tell. While he may not have used those words, that was definitely the gist of it.

I watched him get up from his place at the table and walk over to me. He pulled my chair out from under the table, then grabbed my hands and kneeled down in front of me.

His big, bright eyes were now staring up at me.

“You are one of the strongest people I know, my love. I know how capable you are, but please remember…”

He brought my hands to his lips, kissing them softly.

“You are my wife before you are a demon slayer. I cannot risk sending you off only for you to never return.”

I could practically hear the desperation and love in his voice.

Kyojuro wasn’t someone who would usually discourage anyone from pursuing something they're passionate about. So if he was now, I knew that it’s something he’s been internally battling with for a while.

“What about you? Is it not the same? What about my worry? What if you never come home to me?” I could feel my face start to heat up. Everything he was saying seemed to come from genuine care, but it felt so hypocritical.

“I am a Hashira, my little flame. I have a certain responsibility you do not have to burden yourself with. I shall retire soon, in just a few years. So please…”

There’s no way he’d ask me-

“Please retire your sword, Y/N. Please stay home for me. Please allow my heart to rest easy knowing you'll be here waiting for me whenever I shall return,” his voice was pleading.

I felt so conflicted. I’d worked so hard. All of these years of training to hopefully become a high-ranking swordsman myself. However, at the same time, I never stopped to consider my romantic life and how being married would affect things.

We both sat there in silence for a few moments, and I finally rose up from the chair, pulling him up off his knees along with me.

I looked up at him, reaching my hand up to rest on his cheek.

“Kyojuro, you are the only one I would retire my sword for. So please promise me, promise me you will always come home to me. Until the day you yourself retire.”

“I promise you, Sunflower. As long as I know you are safe and waiting for me, there is no demon that could ever keep me away.”

I felt his hand on my lower back and the other holding up my chin.

We both leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss.

This kiss started so gently, so lovingly at first. As we pulled away for just a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, we realized how long it had been since we really enjoyed each other’s company.

After that, the kiss only grew hotter and more passionate.

Kyojuro swept me off my feet and carried me straight to our shared room at the back of the estate, the most private spot. It seemed fitting for newlyweds, after all.

As he gently laid me back on the soft futon, I couldn't help but stay focused on him. Kyojuro was simply beautiful. His hair, his eyes, his body, everything about him looked like he was perfectly sculpted.

My admiration was interrupted as I felt him begin to kiss me again. One of his hands traveling to my breasts, gently squeezing it.

The other massaging my thigh.

I feel him pull away from me starting to kiss on my neck traveling all the way down to my chest.

Kyojuro had always known my weak points and how to make me say yes to his every request. He knew my body just as well as I did, and now he was taking full advantage of that knowledge.

I could feel him pressing against me as he moved his hand down my body, lightly touching me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, wanting more.

Then I heard, Kyojuro's soft voice whisper these words, almost as a demand. "Enjoy this little flame, you've kept me waiting far too long.”

As soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself begin to relax. His movements were so gentle, so careful, so loving.

His fingers trailed down my sides, sending chills through my body. His hands went back up and caressed my neck, making me tremble. He kissed me once more, and I melted into him.

It was as if he had cast a spell over me, and all I could do was obey him. He was completely in control of me.

After a moment, I felt him move back down and remove my underwear, revealing my already wet entrance. His hand slid between my thighs, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as his finger slipped inside me. He was gentle at first, just barely grazing me, but it felt incredible.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his breath hot against my ear.

I nodded but I could tell that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words my love.” He demanded sweetly.

“Yes Kyo, it’s perfect.” I said, my voice trembling.

He leaned down and kissed my lips before pulling back again, smiling at me.

"I want to be inside of you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

"Please," I begged.

He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock, his tip rubbing against my clit.

"Good girl," he whispered, thrusting into me.

I threw back my head, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders. His movements were slow and deep at first and then they became faster and harder, and soon my whole body began to shake. I couldn't stop the moans from escaping my lips, and I couldn't help but beg for more.

When he starts to speed up I know we are both about to reach our limit.

I feel his fingers interlock with mine and his lips pressing against mine again, but this time, he wasn’t just kissing me, he was also letting his teeth graze my bottom lip.

He was biting down hard enough to draw blood.

We were both so close and we were both trying to hold back but we couldn’t anymore. We were finally going to let ourselves release.

I was the first one to let myself go, arching my back as I moaned his name.

Then he followed not too far behind.

After he finishes, we just lay there for a bit catching our breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” he finally breathed out, turning his head to look at me.

I turned to face him as well. “I love you, Kyojuro.”

After that, the two of us drifted off in each other's arms for the rest of the night.

The next morning when I awoke, I was still trapped wrapped in Kyojuro's arms.

After a bit of struggling, I managed to maneuver my way out and make it to the kitchen.

There I saw Senjuro, who was already preparing breakfast for everyone.

“Good morning, Sen,” I greeted with a yawn.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N!”

“I'm almost finished with breakfast. Is my brother awake yet?”

“He should be awake soon. We both have to see Master Kagaya today,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

He stopped to turn and look at me.

“Did something bad happen?” he asked nervously.

Poor Senjuro always assumes the absolute worst in every situation. Well, I suppose in this case it’s somewhat understandable.

“No, Sen, nothing's wrong. Kyojuro and I are just going to inform Master Kagaya of my retirement. That’s all.”

He gave a puzzled look.

“Retirement? Why? Haven’t you been training for years to improve your sword skills to move up in the ranks?” he asked.

He was right. I know I shouldn’t go back on my word to Kyojuro, but I really was having second thoughts about my decision.

Senjuro could probably sense my doubt because his next response was:

"If this is something that you're not sure of, then you shouldn't do it. If you have doubts about this decision, then maybe you're not ready for retirement just yet."

His words really struck a chord with me.

Maybe he was right.

Before I could ponder that any further, Kyojuro had made his way into the kitchen.

"Good morning! How are my two favorite people doing?" he said cheerfully.

I smiled.

"Morning, Kyo. Did you sleep well?"

"I did, actually. Thank you, little flame," he walked over to me, giving me a kiss.

I could feel my chest tightening, nervous about what was to come.

The whole time at breakfast, I felt so spaced out. All I could hear was Kyojuro and Senjuro talking and the occasional grunt from Shinjuro drinking away at the table.

“Sunflower? Are you okay?”

I was snapped out of my daze by Kyojuro waving a hand in front of my face. All three of them were staring at me, kind of concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.”

I shook my head a little and looked down at my plate. I felt bad for Senjuro going through all that trouble to cook, but I simply couldn’t eat right now.

After we finished breakfast, Kyojuro and I headed out.

The thought that this would be the last time wearing my uniform with my sword by my side was so weird and almost uncomfortable to me.

I knew that this day would come eventually, but I always hoped in the back of my mind that Kyojuro would be the one to retire before me.

I had been so focused on training and my duties as a demon slayer that it had never even occurred to me how my marriage would affect everything.

I was now a wife. My first priority should be the estate, and helping Shinjuro while he was in his state of grief, and being there for Senjuro as well.

It wouldn’t be right of me to go against my husband's wishes either. Especially after the intimate moment we shared. Right?

As we made it to HQ waiting to speak with the master I felt my heartbeat racing inside of me.

The room was quiet, I could feel Kyojuro’s eyes lingering on me but I couldn’t bring myself to face him right now.

Both mine and Kyojuro’s attention was shifted as we heard the door open and Master Kagaya entered the room.

"Rengoku, Y/N. It's a pleasure to see you both," Kagaya said, his face as warm as ever.

"It's wonderful to see you too, Master," I replied.

"So what brings you two here? It seems urgent, judging by the fact that you came in so early."

"It is very urgent," Kyojuro began.

He then proceeded to explain our conversation from the night before, and how I was considering retiring.

"Y/N, this is a big decision, and it's important that you feel comfortable and confident in it. Do you think you can fully retire, knowing you won't be able to assist the demon slayers as you are now?" Kagaya asked.

I looked at the master and then glanced at Kyojuro. He seemed so proud and happy that we were here. I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

But, I could also sense the worry in his expression. He was nervous, scared almost.

I couldn't do that to him.

"Master, I've spent most of my life training for the opportunity to become a hashira. To serve the demon slayer corps and protect those who cannot protect themselves. But...I'm no longer just a demon slayer. I'm also a wife, and as such, I think it's only right that I focus on that," I answered.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"If you truly feel this is the right choice, then we support you, Y/N," Kagaya finally spoke.

"Thank you, Master," I bowed.

"Thank you so much, Master! I will never

forget your kindness!" Kyojuro bowed as well.

The two of us left the room and started to head out.

As we exited, we ran into a few of the other Hashira, who asked us about what we had gone to see Master Kagaya about.

They too seemed surprised and a little concerned when Kyojuro explained to them that I would be retiring so soon.

I could tell some of their reactions to the news annoyed Kyojuro. Shinobu used the word “controlling,” and you could see his smile almost falter.

"Controlling" was never a word I would have used to describe my husband. He just loves me, right? He wants to protect me. There's no way my sweet and kind Kyo would ever do anything to control or manipulate me.

Right?

Part Two

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[goldsbitch]

Here I go again

part 4 to I gave so many signs

summary: Afternoon talks are harder than late night fucks.

warning: present + flashbacks, mentions of cheating and typos

song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)

The Louvre - Lorde Mamma Mia - ABBA (shoot me, I heard an amazing slow piano version of it and got obsessed)

"We heard some noises on the stairway, were you alone?" her mom asked first thing in the morning. The irony that her mom would actually approve of Charles maybe a little too enthusiastically was not lost on Y/N. "Yeah, alone. Bit tipsy, so sorry about that."

Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession

He stared silently. Monitoring actions of his girlfriend and having absolutely clear on the mind what to say to her. Part of him wanted to leave the premise immediately. Part of him wanted to scream out his confession. Part of him was astonished that she absolutely did not acknowledge his absence - did she not notice anything? He must have had Y/N scent all over him, punching through the quiet living room. He wanted her to say something. But she just grabbed her workout bag and casually got to the gym. Left him there, bewildered. He wanted to feel guilty, but the lack of emotion from her part was making a really hard thing to follow through. Was he just an asshole? Or someone who forgot to get out of a relationship at the right time and lived in a stale water?

His now fully developed brain decided to jump on the train to the past and he spent his entire morning checking his phone for a text - and not from his girlfriend. For a man who slept about an hour last night, he was surprisingly fresh and energized. Must have been the three orgasms. A lighting of excitement ran through him whenever he came back to those. And there it finally was, his catalysis for a guilt trip.

I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush Drink up your movements, still I can't get enough

Mood swings were the one to rule Y/N's day. She felt like dancing around. Woke up to an empty bed, which was a shame, but it saved from potentially an awkward conversation, so maybe she actually appreciated the gesture. With a lazy day ahead of her, she could replay yesterday's night over and over all day. Rarely would the sun shine so brightly through her window. But - mood does swing. Even though he was the one to cheat, she was the one cursing herself over and over again. Not because she felt any sympathy for his girlfriend, on the contrary, the thought that this girl got to have, what Y/N only experienced for one night, anytime, was infuriating. Fuck any girl power bullshit, she was jealous and angry at herself for crumbling so easily. She had been happy, content, on the lookout for someone available to date for fun and maybe love. Not fucking with her old best friend only to develop a crush so massive her apartment felt small. Y/N was content yesterday morning. This morning, she was satisfied, and anything but content. And yet, she couldn't help but smile into her morning coffee, while trying to remain casual and normal in front of her family.

Blow all my friendships To sit in hell with you

"We need to break up," he found himself saying in the early afternoon. There was no plan from his side, no agenda about getting with Y/N or anything like that. He just had to get out of a relationship where he managed to be the cheater. The decision was suddenly so simple, just hard to execute. There were tears. Not his. Mutual understanding is the hardest thing to fake.

Y/N really tried to go about with her day, having lunch with the family, catching up and just generally free Sunday vibes. Only problem was that she was all over the place mentally - short attention span, distracted and having trouble keeping up with longer conversations. Head over in the clouds, fingers tapping nervously. In some ways, she couldn't wait to get back to he daily life in London filled with work and array of distractions. There was no hope for her in this town. Guilt and desire punching through her own integrity. It was in the late afternoon when disturbing messages appeared under Charles Leclerc tag on socials, which she monitored in every available moment. When she saw her own front door on one of the headline photos, that's when she lost it completely. Panic set in when she finally came to a photo that the two of them talking in front of the bar, with speculative headlines.

But we're the greatest, they'll hang us in the Louvre Down the back, but who cares? Still the Louvre

She sat in her room, tired, confused and lonely. Social media doomscroll it was then, trying to desperately ignore any photos of them. Her brain got stuck in a loop when she stumbled upon a slow piano cover of Mamma Mia. Not particularly her favorite song. But it spoke of everything she couldn't put a name on. Their joined history, the change of course, the inevitable return and the sudden urge to get it right this time. It was like being possessed. She had to act this time. At least let him know that she got it wrong the first time. She had loved him. The feeling was just so common in her life that she didn't recognize it only after it was gone.

Look at me now, will I ever learn I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control There's a fire within my soul

She had to see him and it had to be NOW. Powered by the lyrics praising delusion, she was not going to let it slip through her fingers this time. Not even sure his old number was still active, she called him, only to end up in a voicemail without any message. His private socials were deleted or replaced and she could't just walk over to his flat. His girlfriend would be there and the thought of it broke her heart. Was her current state of mind only make things explosive and worse for everyone?

There had been many times she'd let her chances pass her by.

So I made up my mind, it must come to an end

Only once she was standing before Charles's childhood home, ringing the bell, she realized that zero thought went to what she actually wanted to say to him. Fear hit her hard. Seconds turned into minutes and she realized that nobody was probably home. Heart sank low. What was there to do now? She had no idea where he to find him.

//

They'd walked together for hours. It felt so intoxicatingly refreshing after all those months of no contact. If one got lucky in life, they'd understand the type of connection that does not go away with time. But there was something different in the air that evening, as if their usual hang out spot, just above the town had a different vibe that day. She looked him in the eye and saw a look she's seen countless of times on his face. There was a shift in her mind and out of nowhere - what if the line got crossed? Would it be such an issue? She knew Charles would never make the first move. What if? Just to know how it feels. Curiosity got the better of her. This was not the first time she glanced at his lips, wondering what they tasted like. But she knew the feelings he might still have for her was something she could not respond to properly. The thought of hurting her best friend was stopping her from ever actually exploring this idea. But, what if? Just this one time.

Thousand of quick thoughts passed through her mind in that one moment - the last few seconds before they kissed for the first time. She was nervous, but it didn't show. Confidently put her hands on his chest, stepped on her toes and put her lips on his. If she was scared, he was borderline terrified. Never expected her to actually do it. Her warm lips touched his own, but he was still trying to process that her hands rested on his chest tenderly. Stiff and shocked seventeen year old boy stood like a rock, trying to catch up with what was just happening. Both of them have had their fair share of kisses and make outs with other people in their life, but this was one different. Somehow, it was harder to kiss someone who actually knew personal things about you. It was no romantic kiss, once Charles finally started to respond, both of them picked up quite a quick tempo and all of that was more close to a drunken teenage make out rather than an honest vulnerable kiss. And still, his soft lips felt really good, her tongue exploring his mouth was sending him to highs unexperienced before. Just as he started to relax and stopped fathoming what was happening, she pulled away. It was all too much, too real and scary for her unsure self. Afraid of loosing her fake confident mask, she had to stop before she lost herself in this. What even was this? She'd be leaving for university soon, so what was the point.

"Sorry," she said immediately and looked anywhere else but his eyes. Stepped back away from him in order to gain more socially acceptable distance. "I dunno, guess I hadn't kissed anyone in a while, so yeah... But this is wrong, sorry for that." There is heartbreak and then there is heartbreak. Charles felt betrayed, she didn't even give him a chance to kiss her properly. He wasn't ready, didn't expect it and now it felt like his one chance got slipped away from him. Once again, he stood there, frozen and processing. She couldn't stand silence. Scary thing to experience in a difficult situation. "I should not have crossed the line, we're really good friends and-" "No," he cut her off, not letting her play this game again. "That's not true and you know that. I never told you in person, which is a really coward move, but that's on me. But you know how I feel. That hasn't changed and I can't imagine it ever will." His words burned like hot sand. "You're right, yes," she replied quickly and wished she could just make herself invisible for a moment. This was all too much to handle. "And that's why I'm saying I'm sorry. I thought ignoring the subject would help you..." "Help me? Help in what, getting over you?" he had to laugh. Where did her delusion end? Was it truly endless? "I don't want that. Definitely not from you. I want you to open your eyes and give us a chance." One thing she couldn't stand was to be pressured to something and this was strongly resembling that. How could someone else try to say what she wanted when she herself wasn't sure?

"Charles, I can't. I need to leave this place and figure out who I am." "Why can't I be a part of that journey?" he said, broken once again. "We would only end up hurting each other and lose our friendship, can't you see that? I want you in my life permanently, so we can't date." "How does any of this make sense in you head," he replied bitterly. While she waved around these big concepts, the one intrusive thought he had was that she was just trying to avoid telling him, that he was just a bad kisser. Her gut was telling her to run away from this. How is one suppose to resist that? "Charles. This whole thing is a mistake. You don't love me and as much as I'd like to, I don't think I love you." The word think punched through Charles like a knife. She wasn't even sure of that... "Well that's it then," he said, knowing the last thing he wanted was to talk her into being with him and have her run to someone else at the first opportunity. He was trying to control the emotional cocktail mixing within him. Trying get his anger, disappointment and wonder lust in check. He tried to read her facial expressions, but the only thing he finally saw was a little girl running away from mature feelings. Suddenly, he understood. She wasn't ready and there was nothing for him to do with that. His job now was to work on his attachment to her, because relying on her was only blocking his own development.

"I think I should get going, big day tomorrow," he lied and waved awkwardly instead of their usual hug. "Yeah, you're right. I'm gonna stay here for a while, if you don't mind," she said and turned her attention to the stunning view on the mountains, sea and the city below them. To Charles, their favorite hang out spot was ruined. Forever the place where his worst kiss happened. His stomach turned at the thought of that and he knew he needed to get out of there and far away from her immediately. "See you when I see you," he said, walking away. She watched him, hoping the weight on her shoulders would disappear quickly. They didn't speak to each other for more than two years after that.

//

It was hard to believe, she only came to their favorite spot to reminisce about one of her greatest misjudgement and dwell in her sorrow. But, to her luck, he was already there, looking over at the sea as they had countless times together. Walking towards him felt like walking on a tightrope with the chance of falling down getting bigger with every step.

Mamma mia, here I go again My, my, how can I resist you? Mamma mia, does it show again My, my, just how much I've missed you?

Charles didn't come there to meet up with her. His intention was to run away, to clear his thoughts, come to terms with the fact he had just cheated on someone. Take in the feeling Y/N made him burn with last night. Like some sort of breakthrough - this was they were all singing about. This is why people were able to drop their while life and follow love. It was an old and new love at the same. And that created a complete mess in his head. But when saw a figure coming his way, he knew immediately that she chose this place as well. Charles hadn't been at their spot since the time they first kissed here. Unlike Y/N, who came here anytime she was back in Monaco. She truly didn't expect him to be here - but took it as a sign that there was no way but forward for her. She walked towards him and sat on next to him, joining the view he was getting lost in. No words were shared for the first minute.

Y/N found out only after her university years that physical communication was her way of expressing feelings. Words were a little too messy and hard to put together. So she reached over to gently put her hand over his. She felt him shake a little, but he kept his hand below hers. Which she took as a good sign. Charles was the one to break the silence. "I hope you won't have much trouble online. There are pictures of us circling around," he said bluntly. "I have a very average face, I think I'm good." Charles laughed at her response. "As if." She really wanted not to ask. But the words just slipped out of her tongue. "Will your girlfriend mind?" And immediately after that, she wanted to shoot herself.

Charles took a deep breath. Then smiled bitterly, because what else was there to do. "Do you think so low of me that I could stay with someone once I'd cheated on them?" "Every couple goes through a crisis..." Charles chuckled again. "Have you ever been cheated on?" "Yes," she did not have to think twice about that. "But strangely enough, it was a relief when it finally happened." "See, so you understand." They sat in silence again. There was a feeling in the air like rain was coming. Neither of them moved. "Are you sad about it? Do you regret it?" She took Charles of guard. "Look at you, asking the big questions. What happened to you?" "Grew up, you know. You're not the only one. But don't get me wrong...it's still very hard. Talking." "I can see that," he replied, somewhat amused by her red cheeks. "To answer your important question," he highlighted, making her feel like a school girl passing a test, "I guess I regret the fact I wasn't honest enough to myself before something like that has happened." Y/N got a sudden influx of insecurity. Could it be that he was just unhappy in his relationship and it wasn't about the two of them? She pulled away a bit. Charles picked up on that. But this time, he couldn't put himself on the line first again. Not after what she said all those years ago. "Regret is the worst feeling. I think." "Why would you think?" "It's really hard to get rid of it. It lingers. Stays on." "Is there something you regret?" Somehow, he knew the answer before she did. "Of course. Everyone does." "You're avoiding again." "I know. I am perfectly aware of that." "At least something has changed."

The mood shifted and there was no way back. Charles was about to push like he had never done before. "Y/N. Why did you come here tonight. And be clear, blunt and honest or just leave now. It's been confusing enough even without you." She did not expect him to talk to openly. But she came searching for him, to do the leap, so it was actually appreciated. She started speaking, very slowly. "Um. I was looking for you. Wanted to say...not sure what exactly, but...I guess to let you know that I'd changed my mind. And I understand, you're somewhere else in your life now. But I need you to know." One very impatient Charles spoke when she took a break to breathe. "Know what?" "Charles, you keep interrupting me! Let me just...you know." He nodded in understanding, amused by her giddiness. "I just need to say...When were young, I never realized that the connection we have is special and rare. Stupid as I was, I thought it was just normal and common. And I don't regret not dating you back then. I had to take some time to grow up and understand more about the world. But now I do - and even if you've moved on, I feel like I'm just about to get on this train." He took in everything she said carefully. Tried not to get to ahead of himself.

"Did you ever think of me? Or it this just because last night." This time, it was she who smiled with a sad undertone. Did she ever think of him? Her? Had she spent nights and more nights wishing he'd call? Had she walked aimlessly around Monaco just to run into him? Did she compare every guy she shared a bed with to the times Charles made her feel like she was the only one on this planet that he could see? "One would say it's alarming how often I come back to the days we spent together. How hard it is to be so raw with someone in the same way as I was with you." Charles was slightly overwhelmed by her words. "Look, Charlie, I don't want to put any pressure on you. I had many chances and blew them all. I get it. Just want you to know that this was not a random encounter with an old friend for me." She'd been so focused on the right words coming out, that she missed the moment when Charles got close to her, so his kiss that followed was a surprise to her. Soft and sweet lips touched hers and it was like a release from prison. This time, it felt so right and safe. She didn't want him to end this. But once he inevitably did, fear came in like an unexpected summer storm. Would he be as cruel as she had been back then? Sharing a kiss with her while knowing that he was going to break her heart?

He took a breath in order to speak again. She stopped him with her finger. For just a minute, she wanted to keep this moment intact. To have this possibility of him still having a trace of the love he once had and she now bared as well. "Charles, I know what you're going to say. I can taste the words in your mouth. Please, don't." "So tell me, what am I going to say?" She sighed, slightly annoyed with him pushing her. "You're going to say that you'd moved on and this was just to have some fun. And you know what? Maybe it really is for the better, it was never-" "And this time, I am really going to stop you," he said, staring deeply into her eyes. "It's even harder now that we're adults. I understand that, understand the hardship my lifestyle can bring to the ones closest to me...My love for you never left. Yes, it's way less destructive and I've come to peace with it. But I am also not a scared boy anymore. Y/N, I would like to see you again and not as a friend. I don't think you ever were my friend. But you need to brave and honest too this time. Are you ready for that?" "I want to have all the hardest conversations with you, even if that's all we'd be doing," she laughed, taking in the fact he did not reject her. "I sincerely hope we'll be doing more than that," he said and joined her in easing the tension. "Is this really happening?" she whispered, as if it was a dream. "Yes, I believe it really is."

Mamma mia, here I go again My, my, how can I resist you?

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[cho-aaacho]

(HC's) Kouhai Boyfriend! Gojo Satoru

Masterlist I Archive Of Our Own

Tags : Teen Gojo, Senpai-Kouhai relationship, Kouhai Gojo, Mischievous Gojo, Clingy Gojo, Soft Gojo, Crushes, Idiots in Love, Teasing, Surprise Kiss, Reader is Genderless.

You are Geto's cousin and a year older than him. You knew Gojo since you were in the first grade, and he took an immediate interest in you.

He thinks you are cute. You are. So sweet.

Always ask Geto about your day. It's so annoying, to be honest.

Every time you meet him, he always calls you by different names, teasing you and making you blush when he slips an endearing name under his breath.

He loves to send you his selfies once he finally gets your number. You don't even remember how many times he sent you these photos.

He is gladly waiting for you at the school entrance, hoping that he can walk with you without Geto.

He loves to sneak out of the class just to see your face behind the classroom window. He'll smile in amusement and walk back to his class.

Nanami thinks Gojo's admiration for you is unhealthy and weird. But Haibara appreciates it. Yeah, after all, Haibara always sees everyone in a good way.

He loves to help you. Like helping you during an exam or teaching you how to do something because he was a genius kid.

Lending his shoulder when you're tired on the train.

"You know, you're something else. I love the way you gaze at me. You never complained about my behavior; you respect me."

"I think we should keep it a secret from Suguru. You know he'll freak out when he finds out I dated his cute cousin."

But Geto knew about this an hour later.

He loves kissing you in the photo booth. Despite how dangerous the place is, he manages not to get caught by someone else.

He lets you touch his hair, feeling each hair strand on your finger as he sleeps in your lap.

He's so handsome. You can't believe you dated someone like him.

He was clingy, needy, and acted like he was a 3-year-old kid around you. 

You are babysitting him too much.

Sometimes you are overly protective, and he will be giggling and calming you.

"There... There."

"Don't worry, she's just my fangirl."

His palm is so warm and soft. Every time he touches your cheeks, something inside your heart blooms like a rose petal.

During his sleep on your lap, he'll muffle your name, and you'll kiss his nose to tease him, or you'll pinch his nose when he's talking badly about someone else. "Don't say that, Satoru-kun."

He loves to rub his nose on your face or sniff your new perfume while saying, "I love you. I love you."

His heartbeat is so cute.

He forces you to call him by petname whenever Nanami is around. He just wants to tease Nanami. Of course, Nanami doesn't care at all.

You two have a matching outfit when you go out with him. So he could brag about his relationship with you.

You knit him a beanie as a gift on his birthday, and he screamed with joy. 

He really loves your homemade cookies. During Valentine's Day, he ate them so much that it made his stomach hurt.

Listening to your favorite song. Watching your favorite movie. Using the same avatar on Twitter.

For him, the most beautiful memory is when you suddenly kissed him on the Ferris wheel.

"Do you have a plan for New Year's Eve? If you haven't decided yet, I want to invite you to my family dinner. You never met with my family, right? I'm sure they will love you."

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[barcalover86]

My heart can't take it 2- Pablo Gavi

The first part here - is one of my favourite fanfiction of him

Masterlist

Finally, I managed to end this one. It's been some time, and I'm sorry for the wait, but I wanted to write it in the right way and to give you a well-deserved ending. Thank you for your messages and unconditional support! I see every request of you, and seeing that you want me to write your ideas makes me the happiest! Have a nice day, love yourself, and enjoy this! Love to all of you!🫵

I couldn't answer to only one of you because it wouldn't have been fair, so I tried to mention all of you here and announce you whenever it's ready.

I've been writing this for days..

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'Que las noches sin ti duelen'

"How many times do we have to listen to this song, Pedri?"

"What? You don't like it?" he turned to look at his friend who was next to him in the car.

"It's not like I don't like it, I just got bored of it"

Pedri laughed.

"Are you sure that's the reason?" he teased.

"Ok, end it here" Gavi said before the two of them sat silent in the car, while the music was still on.

Pedri was taking Gavi home again after the training. It was already 5 p.m. and tomorrow, they have to do some videos about the new Barca kit, so the moment Gavi went to his house, he went directly to his bathroom to take another shower.

"Why is he showering again?" his sister questioned her mom, being concerned about her little brother. He already showered after his training in the changing room with his teammates.

Her mom remained silent until she decided to continue the conversation.

"It doesn't seem like he is good. Are you sure you don't know what happened to him?"

Of course, she knows. He's been acting weird since the night their friend groups went together on the beach. She knew that you were the reason for his sadness. She stayed with the boy all night while he was crying in her arms. He never told the reason, nor did she asked, because as his older sister, she knows when Pablo is suffering towards a girl. Although, Aurora never told their mom this thing. She respected her brother's privacy.

"No" she just answered simply, before going to her room to not continue this subject.

It was true that Pablo Gavi was showering more lately, which doesn't seem so weird until you question yourself about it. He stays hours in his bathroom.

Crying.

He hadn't seen you since that day and it had been almost 4 weeks. He missed you a lot, and he had no one to talk to. He knew that his sister would be mad at him for falling in love with her friend, who didn't even talk to him, and Pedri.. he was going to make fun of him. He had to keep it all to himself, and the emotions sometimes got him. Crying while people think that he's showering was the best idea that came into his mind. Like that, his family wouldn't hear his sobs.

He didn't eat.. not yet. Aurora started to get more concerned, so she knocked at his door.

"Mami made you some pollo con arroz, want to come down to the kitchen to eat?" she asked hoping for a positive answer.

"Maybe later, gracias"

She barely heard him, but it was enough to know that his voice wasn't his normal one.

"Estas bien, hermanito?"

"Si"

That si had to be a strong word, but it only came from his mouth as a sob.

His sister felt like someone had just broken her heart. Hearing her brother at the edge of crying was something so hurtful. Pablo was one of the sweetest guys, and he doesn't deserve anything that could make him sad.

She waited a few seconds after talking again, trying to find the perfect way to say what she wanted.

"Come here, Pablo"

"Come outside, I know you aren't showering right now. Let's meet in the kitchen in 10 minutes. You have to eat and we to talk. I'm gonna tell our parents to leave, we'll be alone."

After that, Aurora left.

She managed to find a reason for their parents to go out of the house, and when Pablo came and sat on the chair that was in front of her, her heart broke again.

His eyes were red and puffy. The boy clearly had been crying for hours!

She didn't say anything more, only went to him and hugged him. Tight. Pablo returned the hug, trying so hard not to cry in front of his older sister. He accidentally escaped some sobs, but Aurora didn't mind. She hugged him until he calmed down completely.

"You have to tell me what is happening to you, Pablo. This is something serios"

"It's nothing, Rora."

"I know you, Gavira" she said with a serious face.

"I am just scared that the next season I won't play that much" he lied

"Oh, you're getting on my nerves. I really want to help you, but if you keep lying to me, then we won't go anywhere. I won't get mad, I promise you."

"I..I really like one of your friends," he said after some time.

"Go on" she encouraged him.

"And she doesn't give me attention at all. We barely even talked, and I'm sure that she doesn't feel the same way as me. She doesn't even look at me as a friend."

"Y/n, right?"

He started to panick at the thought that she knew.

"I'm so -" he wanted to apologise until he was interrupted again.

"It's ok, Pablo. No worries, ok? It's not your fault that you like her-"

"Kinda love her," he said sadly before turning his head to another direction, afraid not to cry again.

Aurora smiled. Pablo Gavi was never this soft. He was a sweety, of course, but she never saw his little brother like that, and she kinda likes the idea of having you even closer.

"You don't have to worry about me, hermanito. Go talk more to her and I'm sure she will like you. You are a great boy, and let's be serious. Who wouldn't fall in love with you?"

They both laughed.

The next day, Aurora invited her friends to their house.

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"Will Pablo stay with us?" asked one of Aurora's friends.

"Yes, he has some plans to do," she said, and they all looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

She just winked at them and then started laughing.

"Ohh, he is in love, isn't him?" You finally spoke after being quiet for a while.

"Oh, you wouldn't know," answered his sister before you borrowed your eyebrows, confused.

You decided not to say anything anymore, but you felt some pain in your chest, and when you saw Gavi walking past you to sit on the couch near some girl, your heart felt like it just had broken. Your eyes couldn't not look into his.

He wasn't looking at you. Of course, he wouldn't. He is a famous football player, he is for sure in love with some influencer or with a beautiful lady that has the perfect body.

The truth is that he wasn't looking at you because he knew that if he would, he couldn't stop moving his eyes away from you. He knew that if he saw you, even for a second, he would lose control. He couldn't even stand the fact that you were there, far but so close to him.

Aurora saw you looking intense at her brother, so she decided to help both of you.

"Hermanitoo, come here a second, por fa"

"What?" answered the boy after standing up while going near his sister.

"If you really want to stay with us, then we should play something together. God knows when we will stay together again like this. We have to enjoy every minute!"

"What game?"

"Truth or dare!"

"Oh, I'm not playing that stupid game of yours"

"Then you won't stay with us"

Everyone was cheering for Gavi to play, but the only thing that made him not go was you. He really wanted to stay with you. He even sat down beside you, really, really close to another.

The truth is that you hate this game. You never enjoyed playing it, but this time, you felt like you wanted to stay.

You feared that something was to happen, and when it really happened, you couldn't do anything but panick hard. Of course, Aurora would ask you something like this after you said dare.

"I dare you to kiss my brother!"

"What-no"

"It's a dare, y/n"

You argued a lot with his sister, and you didn't even realise when Pablo turned your face into his, and he touched your lips with his. The kiss was everything you've ever imagined, and it was the best one you've ever had.

When you looked into his eyes, nothing was coming out of your mouth. You couldn't love this boy, could you? He barely even talked to you.

Gavi, on the other side, was the happiest that he finally managed to do that, and he for sure winked after to his sister as a "thank you". She only returned his smile, being happy for the both of you.

You didn't say anything until it was late and you decided to go home.

Pablo somehow excused himself, finding a way to be only with you. He didn't even know where this courage came from, but he was so thankful for it.

"I'm sorry you had to kiss me" you finally spoke.

"It was just a game after all, it didn't mean anything"

Oh, and how stupid he was for saying that. Full regret starting to feel in all of his body.

You couldn't say anything. You froze there, not being able to leave the room.

You knew he didn't feel the spark that you felt. Even yourself couldn't believe that this past weeks all you thought about was him. The moment he kissed you, your heart felt like it healed and was the best feeling you've ever felt in a while. You felt alive and.. happy.

He knew he fucked everything up.

"I'm so-"

"It's ok. Really. Like, I get it!"

"What-"

"No, like- I get it you don't.. like me. I get it that you don't even want to.. talk to me? See me? I completely understand you. Maybe I would ruin your career if people see us together. Maybe-"

"Para!"

"Maybe you just stood with us, because your girlfriend couldn't meet you today or-"

"Y/n, para!!"

You did anything other than stop yourself from talking.

"And I can't even believe myself how I managed to be like the other girls. To.. start to like you and-"

"You what?"

Now you only stopped, just because you realised that you said it out loud. It was like you admitted yourself to what you feel for him.

You started to panick and quickly got out of his house, with him following you.

"No, wait!"

He managed to take your hand and stop you.

"You like me?" he said softly with tears in his eyes.

"No, it's just-"

"Dime la verdad, y/n"

He had hope in his eyes.

"Por favor.."

You looked at him. You just couldn't stay there and lie to him. Lie to those pretty eyes.

"I don't even believe myself for this-"

"Tell me!"

"Joder, yes! Yes, I like you!"

He smiled.

"I can't believe this."

"Lo siento, Gavi. I know you-"

"No! Don't say anything anymore. You know nothing. You have no idea how long I wanted to hear you say it. To hear that you like me."

He looked into your eyes and smiled.

"Can I kiss you..please.." he finally found the courage to say it.

You were shocked. Completely shocked.

He laughed at your face, but knew that you wanted it so he did it. He kissed you.

This time, it was different. It didn't feel like it was something rushed. It was slow, full of love and adoration.

"I've liked you for so long, you have no idea. Now, can I finally call you mine, amor?"

You smiled widely.

"Por supuesto!"

I hope I didn't disappoint you with this one..

I have so many ideas of how could I have continued this, but it would have been too long, but I could make a part 3???

When they say "I love you" for the first time or when they introduce their relationship to their friends and families?

I can also do one where we have y/n's version of the story????

What do you say about it?

Shall be a part 3 to this one??

Thank you for the waiting, and thank you if you are reading this. It means a lot to me that you also read this part and took some time of yours to enjoy my stories. I wish you a nice day and don't forget.. love yourself!!

I have a request that asks him "Jealous Gavi," so it will be out soon. I hope that it will be really soon done. I'm working on it

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[paperdoll201]

The Interview

1250 words

Interviewer: Welcome to or welcome back to The Late Night at Godolkin! Tonight, we've got some heavy hitters in the studio - none other than the power couple themselves, Jordan Li and Marie Moreau! Ranked number two and seven, respectively, these two aren't just powerful, they're practically campus royalty! So, Jordan, Marie, how does it feel being our very own God U's favorite couple? Pressure much?

Jordan: (chuckles) Favorite? Not surprising, we’re fucking amazing, so nah, it’s no pressure.

Interviewer: (laughs) How modest! The whole campus has been talking about you guys. So, spill- tell us how two souls like yourselves, amidst the chaos of campus life while being superheroes, found their way to...well, this? Tell us your origin story!

Marie: (blushing) Oh, you know, we didn’t exactly get along at first. First time I met them, we didn’t immediately… click.

Jordan: (chuckles) Yeah, she stormed into my office, demanded to speak to Professor Brink, and insulted my intelligence all within the same breath. Not before flirting with me first.

Marie: (nudges Jordan playfully) That is not what fucking happened and you know it, Jordan.

Jordan: (raises an eyebrow at Marie) Yeah? What was inaccurate about what I said then?

Marie: (rolls her eyes) Shut up, oh my god. They (Jordan had) rejected me from Intro to Crimefighting so, of course, I had to come in hot. But it ended up working out for us anyway.

Jordan: Yeah

Interviewer: (teasingly) Great how that worked out for you guys! So, who made the first move? I’m feeling like it was Jordan? Tell me it was Jordan (laughs)

Marie: (laughs softly) Actually, it was me. We were “studying” (air quotes) in Jordan’s room and (we) decided to take a smoke break. Well, Jordan did and they had asked me if I wanted a hit (of weed) as well. Anyways, like an hour and a half later, I’m high off my fucking mind and I kind of just turn to Jordan and ask “I think you’re pretty, cool, and fun! Wanna go out?”

Interviewer: Awwww oh my god, that’s so cute! And Jordan you probably immediately said yes right?

Jordan: (smiling) Nah. I told Marie to wait a few hours after she came the fuck back to Earth to ask me that again. She (Marie) didn’t remember asking me that. Kinda had geared her to ask me again. Definitely said yes the second time though.

Interviewer: So I have to ask: there are still many on this campus and to be honest the entire country who find both of your respective powers to be… interesting. What do you have to say to that?

Jordan: (raises brow) If by interesting you mean fucking weird? I mean it does suck. I wish that people could see me as me and not some freak show you know? But in the meantime, they can all just suck my gigantic *bleep* and my *bleep* cause I could give less of a *bleeping bleep* and *bleep*everyone who wants to *bleeping* say *bleeping* otherwise.

Interviewer: (laughs nervously)  Wow… you are passionate about this topic-

Jordan: True

Interviewer: —so Marie, what’s your response?

Marie: (smiles) Yeah, I agree with Jordan. I don’t particularly like the fact that my powers are seen as unhygienic and whatnot but it is what it is. So yeah, everyone can go suck it!

Jordan: You’re so cute babe.

Marie: (smiling) I know!

Interviewer: I love it! So, shifting topics slightly, what do you guys like to do for fun then?

Marie: (looks over to Jordan) What do we like to do for fun? Uhhh… what do we like to do for fun Jordan?

Jordan: We like to fuck. Hard.

Marie: (slaps Jordan’s arm) Jordan! Be serious right now.

Jordan: (shrugs) I am serious though.

Interviewer: We’ll just cut that out and try that question again-

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Interviewer: So what do you guys do in your free time? Movies? Dinners?

Jordan: I am being silenced so no comment. 

Marie: Yeah we have movie nights and stuff. We also train a lot together! Jordan’s been really helpful to me with that (rubs Jordan’s thigh)

Jordan: We also like to fu-

Interviewer: Moving on! So, asking some stupid questions that I got from Google-

Jordan: (interrupts) Why are you asking us stupid questions?

Marie: Jordan my god! I will hurt you, stop it!

Jordan: Oh baby, please do.

Interviewer: (nervously chuckles) Anyways, the question is: “If you had to be shipwrecked on a deserted island, but all your human needs—such as food and water—were taken care of, what two items would you want to have with you?”

Marie: Probably my knife and my journal. 

Interviewer: Yeah? Why those two things specifically?

Marie: Well, my knife goes with me everywhere, if I need blood, it's (the knife) the fastest way for me to get access to it. And I’d bring my journal so I can document everything. Keep track of how many days have passed, my thoughts, my feelings etcetera. 

Interviewer: Makes sense! Jordan, how about you?

Jordan: Easy. My phone, earbuds, and Marie.

Marie: (raises an eyebrow at Jordan) First of all; the question said two items not three and second of all, I am not an item.

Jordan: (grins) Didn’t say you were babe

Marie: But you implied it when you grouped me in your answer… with two other items Jordan.

Jordan: (grins fucking wider) No you did, just now. You referred to yourself as an item, not I (shrugs)

Marie: Jordan I will seriously fucking hurt you.

Jordan: (leans to Marie) Again, please fucking do.

Marie: Weirdo.

Jordan: I don’t deny.

Interviewer: Okayyyy so Jordan, why those three—sorry two items then?

Jordan: Bringing my phone so I can try my hardest to get the fuck off the island. My earbuds just in case I can’t escape, I can at least listen to good music while I suffer in my personal hell. And Marie so we can fu-

Interviewer: (shakes head frantically) Alright, I’m just going to move on to my last question then. (chuckles extremely nervously) How would you describe your partnership?

Marie: I’d say we're each other's anchors, a reality check when things get too…crazy. Jordan pulls me back from the edge, and I help them stay grounded. We challenge each other, support each other, and most importantly, have each other's backs.

Jordan: Definitely. Marie inspires me to be better, to never lose sight of what's truly important. And she's got this incredibly unwavering faith in me, even when I doubt myself. I couldn’t ask for anything better than that to be honest. I love her (Marie)

Marie: (smiles) And I love you!

Interviewer: Beautiful note to end with! Thank you, Marie and Jordan, for sharing your beautiful story. 

Jordan: Thanks for having us Jayda

Interviewer: (eye slightly twitches) It’s Justine.

Jordan: Oops

Justine: And thank you, to my listeners, for tuning in tonight and every Friday for The Late Night at Godolkin. Next week, we’ll have our very own Dean Shetty gracing our podcast and sharing her insights. Goodnight everyone, see you next week!

AND CUT 

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The air crackled with a sudden awkwardness in the podcast booth. Justine, the producer, dropped her headphones with a huff, the silence deafening after their segment. "Look, guys," she said, crossing her arms, "I know I said you could loosen up a bit, cuss here and there, but I didn’t mean in every damn sentence. This is a professional podcast.

"Well, shit, Justine," they drawled, "should've fucking clarified that from the start then-"

“What they mean,” Marie interrupted quickly, giving Jordan a pointed look, “is that we’re sorry and it won’t happen again Jasmine.” Marie finished flashing a warm smile in her direction.

“It’s Justine!” Justine snarled before storming off.

“Whoops.”

#gen v #marie moreau #limoreau #jordan li #jordan li x marie moreau #mariejordan #marie moreau x jordan li #wrote this in thirty minutes #my inspo was from the recent cast interviews lol #may make a part two of this but with everyone #this was fun to write ngl will prolly do more #limoreau fic #jordan x marie

[avislazuli]

Joy to the world

Story: Joy to the world (Tori’s Christmas 4*)

Notes:

Unproofread and done for training purposes using lots of dictionary

Imouto gimi = young sister (+respectful honorific)

Mimi-chan: Tori’s sister’s stuffed toy who Mika repared in Poison a la Mode scout

Writer:  Yuumasu

Season: Winter

Yuzuru: Young master, imoutogimi, the tree is ready.

Tori: Thank you, Yuzuru.

Now, decorate with your big brother, I brought some adorns I thought you would like

Look, this stuffed animal is similar to Mimi-chan, isn't it? I was surprised when I saw it in the city!

Kagehira-senpai put flowers and jewels in it for me. It was a long time ago, but it seems that he still remembers.

He still cherishes the drawing you gave him! He even asked "how is your sister doing~?"

...

...Hey, why have you been so quiet all this time?

Why are you avoiding my eyes...?

(...I already know the reason. It's my fault that she is like this.

Daddy and mommy won't come back home for Christmas because of their work. And not just that, I'm busy this year too, my schedule is full

I wanted to spend time together even if it's before Christmas, that's why I came back today.

I was going to decorate the tree with her and give her a present, so she could enjoy Christmas at least a little earlier.

But she got angry when she knew that we couldn't spend Christmas together.

She was having fun talking about what she wanted to do for Christmas until a while ago, of course she is angry...)

...Hey, I actually brought a present for you―

Wait, where are you going? Come back!

She is gone...

...

Yuzuru: Excuse me, young master. Are you okay?

Tori: Yuzuru… I ruined it. I’m not a good older brother…

Christmas is special for her. She is often at home, so it's a rare opportunity for her to be with her busy family.

I'm sad. I thought I could make my sister smile if I became an idol. But I ended up taking her smile away.

Yuzuru: Young master, don't make that face. If your face is clouded by those feelings, the whole mansion would be wrapped in sadness.  

If we keep like this, the memories of this Christmas will be bitter. Now that you're back, shouldn't you face up with her?

Tori: ...Yes, you’re right.

[After a while]

Tori: ...  

...Hey, open the door and come over here.

I brewed tea for you. 一Would you let me talk? It's okay if it's only the time until you finish drinking.

Thanks. I'm sorry for making you feel bad.

...Yes, I know. You're a kind girl, so you understand my circumstances.

But the Christmas schedule you were looking forwad to just disappeared, you can't simply accept it right away.

But it's because I'll be absent for Christmas that I came here today.

Only for now, your brother is only yours. I’ll spoil you for daddy and mommy too. I’ll do anything.

So please tell me, what do you want me to do?

...Branco? Oh, have you been watching the PV everyday?

Fufu, I’m glad to hear that. Can I tell everyone in Branco? I’m sure they’ll be glad too.

Huh? Why are you apologizing? ...Were you angry at yourself?

...You can't help feeling lonely, even though you understand the importance of my idol activities, and that bothers you一  

Well, I used to feel like that in the past too, so I understand your feelings.

I knew our parents were busy, but I kept wondering “why can’t daddy and mommy stay with me?”

I hated that part of me that couldn’t smile when I had to say goodbye.

Fufu, we are similar in many ways, aren’t we?

...Oh, right. You said you thought about the PV as a Christmas present, right?

Follow me, I want to show you something.

[An hour later]

Yuzuru: We’ve arrived. Please, watch your feet.

Tori: Yes. ...Hey, isn’t it cold? Are you okay?

Are you struggling to move? Yuzuru made you wear those winter clothes.

It’ll be bad if you get ill, so please bear it.

...That’s right, our parents would never bring you here because they’re worried about your health.

That’s why we must keep this as a secret. A secret only between us...

Here, take my hand, so you won’t fall down. Let’s go this way.

...Look, it can be seen from here.

What do you think? It’s more beautiful than when you see it through the screen, right?

Fufu, your eyes are sparkling with happiness. I’m also happy to have brought you here.

...Would you accept the present I couldn’t give you before? I hope you like it.

...Thank goodness. I wanted to see your smile, so I visited a lot of shops and did my best to choose.

Thank you for always being there to support me.

Merry Christmas, I love you...   ♪  

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #tori himemiya #yuzuru fushimi

[nicosavior456]

Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 2: Training

Chika PoV

We have been up in the sky for 3 hours. Reyna is pretty good at riding a Pegasus, she must have ride it to battle at times.

"So, Dad, are you going back to the farm once we made it to camp Jupiter and where did you put all of the stuff?" I asked him while he sat behind me.

He showed me a tiny green pouch, "This tiny green pouch contains all of the stuff and it is magical. Your recruiter, Reyna, says that it was created by the children of Vulcan and Trivia respectively. I will probably go back to the farm; I can take the bus to get home. I will Iris Message you once I get back." He says as he opens the pouch the shows a golden light, I can see all of my clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, books, and other stuff all in that tiny pouch.

"Thank you, Reyna, for helping me out with the Giants. Sorry, I wasn't much help." I say as I rub the back of my head and close my eyes for a bit.

“You weren’t bad Chika; you did well against the giants. Your father trained you well. Later in the day, do you want to spar?” Reyna asked as she looked at me with her eyes. Woah her eyes are intense, it’s like she is challenging me in a fight.

“Sure, I don’t spar for a bit. How close are we to Camp Jupiter?” I asked with uncertainty.

Reyna smiles in a teasing, lighthearted way, and says "We are only a minute away from the camp." As she finished her sentence, the white pegasus landed at the front of the Caldecott maintenance service tunnel and then the white pegasus started running into the tunnel. Dang this horse is crazy. As the pegasus ran, suddenly the tunnel led to the area that shows the status of different gods.

“Welcome to the Temple Hall, where we go to sacrifice and pray to the Gods. But we are supposed to be in New Rome. Someone must have manipulated the tunnels to the Temple Hall" Reyna says as she begins to look around to see if it's trapped by enemies and gripping her sword.

"Relax Praetor, it was I who led you here." Says a lady in a floral dress comes up to us. She has black hair with grains around her hair and warm brown eyes. I know who this woman is.

"Demeter," Father said in shock and all three of us bowed in front of her.

"Ceres, I have brought your Greek daughter to our camp, and I did as you asked," Reyna says in a loud, assertive voice.

"You don't need to call me that now. Don't want to deal with the split personality business again. Thanks to you, the satyr, and the son of Hades, we gods don't have to deal with the crisis anymore. I shall also thank you for bringing my daughter here, I will give Camp Jupiter a good harvest. Isshin and Chika, how was the trip." Demeter says in a soft low tone, her soft tone is how people think Mother Nature sounds like: compassionate, motherly, and full of patience.

“The trip is fine Demeter. Our daughter was about to cheer for her school. As you can see with her wearing her cheer uniform." He points to me wearing my cheer uniform.

"I can tell, daughter I want to see your cheer routine. Do you want to cheer for Mommy?" Mother says with a big warm smile and then she hugs me and kisses me on the cheek like crazy. Reyna looks on with sadness and a little bit of envy. I'm guessing she is not close with her godly parents.

“I will but I did promise Reyna that we will spar for a bit," I say with a shaking voice. I hope I don’t embarrass Mother with my cheer routine.

“It’s ok I can wait; I think it will be more appropriate if you guys’ spar at Bacchus Garden. I will talk to your father, and I can take him to his farm, he doesn't need the bus." Mother says with confidence with abilities. She grabbed my father in a bridal carry while Father blushed, and Mother had a flirty smile.

“Take care daughter and make sure you are safe," Father tells me before he gets transported back to the farm. Reyna takes my hand and leads me to Baccus Garden, it was a long walk.

“Now are you sure you can fight in your cheer uniform?” Reyna questions as she points to me.

“Yeah, I can, I fight in skirts and dresses a lot so it’s no big deal. Anyway, what happened to your pegasus.” I asked while she held her sword against me from a couple of feet.

"Sagittarius moves back into the stable, he is fine. So, are you ready?" Reyna asked in a loud demanding voice.

"I am," I answered calmly while I uncapped my pencil that became a celestial bronze scythe. She ran at me and slashed upward but I blocked it with my scythe. Dang she is strong I thought to myself while she hit me with a barrage of slashes, and I kept on blocking it.

“It seems your father taught you well. You can block me, but let’s if you can handle hand-to-hand combat.” She says as she moves her sword and uses it to drag my scythe out of my hands. She tries to punch me in the face, and I block it. She grabs my hand that I use to block, flips me over into the ground and tries to pin me down. Oh my god, she is on top of me. She's awesome, Chika you must focus I say to myself. I decided to move from the back and decide to try to wrap my legs around her head. Reyna saw what I was trying to do, moved my legs out of her head, and pushed my leg down. I decided to use my hips to push her off me and I finally got on top of her. I decided to use the armbar on her left arm, a move when you wrap both legs around the person's arm and use your hand to push down your opponent's knuckles. She escapes by using her right arm to push my leg apart and she moves over to be on top of my body and cradle pin me to the ground.

“You have some decent ground skills, but it could be better. Anyway, this is just basic training. I’m trying to see how good you are.” Reyna explains as she holds me up.

“You are very good Reyna; I hope I didn’t completely suck. You won our sparring match." I say with a loud voice, a huge smile and my eyes sparkling with excitement like an anime character.

“It’s not about winning; it is about survival. Work on some ground drills and you will be fine. Thank you for sparring with me. I was shocked that Ceres requested me to recruit you. I’m guessing that she wants both of us to go on the quest if that were the case.” Reyna says as we both sit on the ground.

“Thank you, Reyna, for taking the time to take me to Camp Jupiter and for being kind and guiding me on what I need to improve on. I hope I don't sound like a suck-up, but I think you are the best fighter that I know, and I hope we can be friends." I say shaking enthusiastically.

"I know many people in courts who try to suck up to me, but you are not one of them. You are just a grateful person. It was a nice sparring match, and I'm looking forward to getting to know you. I want to let you know that you are a part of the second cohort. I have one Greek demigod who was part of the fifth cohort and his name was Percy Jackson, you might be the first Greek demigod to be a part of the best cohorts. But enough about that, I do want to see you cheer in this garden along with your mother." Reyna says with a small smirk.

"Thank you for talking about the cohort business and I hope I don't disappoint you with my performance," I say in excitement. Oh my god, she wants to see me cheer I thought to myself. Reyna looks a bit taken back at my squealing but just has an accepting smile. Mother came out of nowhere.

"Lady Ceres, we just finished sparring," Reyna says as she and I bowed in front of my mother. It is odd to see Mother getting bowed to but I guess it's because she’s an Olympian goddess.

"Praetor please stop calling me by my Roman name. Just call me Demeter dear, anyway I can't wait to see my baby cheer. You got your pompoms?" Demeter asked and I nodded yes while I picked up pompoms from the tiny green potch. I move into the center of the garden, and I see Reyna and Mother watching me.

I shook my pompoms and I yelled "Give me a M-O-T-H-E-R" as I moved my arms and pompoms to match the letters I yelled.

"M-O-T-H-E-R" Mother shouts as she claps her hand. I dance by lifting my leg in the high kick and spinning myself with the tip of my shoe. I moved my left leg in front of my right leg, and I did some breakdancing. Once I was done with the dancing part of my routine, I did a split and shook my pompom and I jumped back in front of them in the air and I touched my toes while I was in the air. I did some somersaults and cartwheeling and I feel my body shaken and tired from all of that tumbling. I hold my arms in the arm and shack my pompoms to end my routine. Both Reyna and Demeter clapped while I was finished.

"That was good, sweetie. I will spend about two more days here; I should be able to visit my Roman children. I will tell you about the quest that I want you to do and, I have a secret that I need to share with you as well that I will tell tomorrow. Praetor will you take my daughter to her cohort." Mother says in a hurry for something while she ‘poof’ away. She holds me up and hugs me one last time.

I noticed that the sky was getting darker, I guess it already evening now. Reyna holds my hand and we walk to leave the garden.

"It was a nice routine, I hope you find the second cohort a good place to settle down. I guess Lady Ceres will tell us what she wants to do. I'm happy that Lady Ceres is very loving towards you, not many demigods have that kind of relationship with their godly parents." Reyna says in a low, sad tone. Dang, I bet she's not the only one who has a cold relationship with their godly parents. I'm just fortunate that I have a mother goddess like Demeter as a mom. Speaking of Mother, what secrets does she want to tell me and what is it like to be part of quests? Reyna led me to a pure white building that says Second Cohort in Latin and the letters are gold. The building is comparable to that of a settlement of Roman gladiators or even a military camp because it has ten bunk beds, and the area seems very cramped.

“My name is Hyun Moon and I’m a centurion of the Second Cohort.” A Korean woman with long black hair and green eyes says as she greets us. She was wearing a black dress with floral patterns around the dress. Reyna left us to probably do her praetor duties.

"You're such a cute cheerleader. I bet you would have been a good fighter if you got into this cohort. Anyway, I can't wait to get to know you tomorrow. We should sleep now, here is your bed." Hyun says as she points to the bunker bed.

"And here is the bathroom" as she points to the huge bathroom. I went to the big room. It has many tubs, and showers, and has different sinks. I got out my toothpaste and toothbrush to brush my teeth. Once that was done, I moved to the lower bunk bed and lay down. I feel too tired from the cheer routine and the whole sparring with Reyna, so I begin to close my eyes. "Are you seriously going to bed with your cheer uniform on? Well, nighty-nighty cheerleader" Hyun asked with a mischievous smile and she laughed like a cartoon villain. Hyun might be trouble, or it could be that her teasing others is her way of affection. She could be my friend or might be a bully, I don’t know. I will see tomorrow, I thought to myself before I fell asleep in the lower bunk bed

#pjo #pjo ocs #demeter pjo #reyna avila ramirez arellano #reyna x oc #pjo fanfic

[cozfics]

Impatience (Aqua x Reader)

Request:would u write an aquaxreader based right after kh 3 please ? (not platonic tho)

Word count: 1.2k

Tw:blood for like 5 seconds?

notes:Sorry for the wait, I had a long week at work this week, and I'll be honest. I haven’t written at all in like 6 years now. I’m really excited to get back to writing though!

You took in a shaky breath as you lowered my keyblade. Was it truly over? Was Xehanort really beaten? Does that mean that you finally get to rest? Finally, after 10 years? Your body ached in ways you hadn't even realized was possible. The battle had been the toughest thing you had ever done. You took a quick glance towards your friends. They all looked as beaten down and tired as you felt. Each and every one of them had fought their hardest. And they all had your respect for that. Especially Roxas, Riku, and Sora. Kairi too. They all had either little or no training, and they fought with ferocity. Like they were desperate to prove themselves. I turned to my other side, glancing at my old friends. Aqua, Terra, and Ven. They had all fought hard too. Aqua and Ven had been on a warpath to reunite our little friend group. You don’t think you had seen your friends that mad since… well ever. Definitely not any time before you had decided to stay in the room with Ven for the last 10 years. It felt absolutely wild to you that 10 years had passed since then.

Wow, maybe the adrenaline was talking but your thoughts were definitely going a mile a minute. And that became painfully obvious when the group broke off, milling about to check over themselves and their friends for any lasting injuries that hadn’t been healed or noticed before. Ventus and Terra were deep in conversation while Aqua started her way over to you. Now this brings on a silly little problem, which honestly after everything you went through kinda feels stupid. You had a big crush on the keyblade master. You had been hopelessly crushing on her since you were teens under Eraqus’s tutelage. You’d been meaning to confess and just get it over with, but it just never felt like the right time. She had either been busy with keyblade training, or she had just… not been alone. And by the light, if you were going to get rejected you definitely did NOT want an audience to your humiliation. 

The thing about a near-death experience is that it really puts things into perspective, and makes you realize you may not have time to wait until that elusive perfect moment. Maybe you should just suck it up and confess to her now? You made eye contact with Aqua and immediately felt any blood that had stubbornly stayed in your body during the war immediately rush towards your face. The other thing about a near-death experience is it makes you think crazy and stupid things that you should absolutely NOT do because it could destroy your friendships you quickly decided. 

Aqua made it to you within seconds. “(Y/n)..” she muttered, gently putting her hands on your face. Oh god. You could die right here and you’d be happy. “When’d you get this?” Aqua asked. You were suddenly aware of a painful sting on your forehead. Oh. You must have taken a hit in battle and not even realized it. You didn’t even get a chance to answer her before she was casting curaga. 

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” You told her. Okay come on (Y/N), you can do this. “Actually Aqua. I uh... Wanted to ask you something.” There, if you throw yourself in the deep end you have no choice but to confess. No chickening out. At least that’s what you want to believe.

“Oh, what would you like to ask?” Aqua asked, pulling her hands back. Her head cocked slightly to the side, making her hair cover her matching eyes slightly. Her gaze held such a softness in it, a stark contrast to the way her eyes had been just an hour ago, narrowed in the desperate analyzing way that battle called for. I was almost tempted to brush the hair out of her face, she’d probably let me. We had been friends for so long.

Friends. Focus. That’s what you were doing! “Aqua, I uh. I’ve been meaning to ask you something for a while now.” You started. You could feel butterflies in your stomach, twisting and turning. Why was this the most nerve-wracking thing you had done today? “Aqua I-”

Another thing about near-death experiences. They tend to bring into perspective how short life is. In other words, they tend to make you impatient. Maybe that’s why you didn’t get to finish that sentence before you were cut off.   “(Y/n), would you like to go out sometime?” Aqua suddenly blurted out. Even she seemed surprised by it. You must have looked incredibly disappointed at losing your chance to ask because she quickly backpedaled. “I’m sorry I just wanted to ask since I came back from the Realm of Darkness and it’s okay if you don’t want to.” she began to ramble “No, no it’s not that it’s just, I got so caught up in preparing to confess, and I was just about to, but then you beat me there!” you threw back your head in a laugh. Aqua’s shoulders quaked as she joined you, laughing yourself to tears. Seems like you weren’t the only one who had been waiting for the perfect moment.

“So I take that as a yes?” Aqua asked as her laughs stilled. She looked at you with such a softness, you immediately felt warm. You put your hands on her cheeks and paused, hesitating. 

“I uh… was about to answer with a kiss but, also I realize that might be moving too fast” you admitted, letting out a nervous chuckle.

You didn’t get a verbal answer to your question, as Aqua instead decided to move her head closer. She closed the gap and locked your lips, pulling you as close as she could. Time felt like it had stopped. The two of you were only aware of each other in the moment. 

You stood next to Aqua on the beach, laying your head on her shoulder. You grinned as you watched Terra, Roxas, and Riku charge past you. “I put 10 munny on Terra winning.” You said, grinning widely as you glanced at Aqua. Your girlfriend, (God that word sounded amazing. Like it was the perfect word to describe her. It just felt right) shook her head and grinned a little, though she was quick to correct her features.

“You know I don’t gamble,” Aqua said, lightly pushing your head off her shoulder. You stumbled for a minute at the loss of support. 

“It’s not like it's a casino,” you mumbled, following her as she walked towards the boys, now at the finish line of their race. Sure enough, Terra had won. From the corner of your eyes, you could also see Ven pull away from playing frisbee with Lea and Isa. Yeah, near-death experiences can make you have stupid and reckless ideas, but maybe, sometimes you get so caught up in your head, so caught up in what might go wrong. That you forget to stop and think about how an idea might go right. Honestly, you wish you had confessed sooner. You stood next to Aqua, slipping your hand into hers. You looked to the side and watched the sunset, feeling completely at peace.

#x reader #Aqua x reader #kh aqua x reader #kh aqua #kingdom hearts aqua x reader #kingdom hearts x reader #kh x reader

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Lo-Fi: Part Three

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

You head to the hotel close to the FBI building, and you notice that there are newspapers about today's shooting already printed. Emily grabs one to read it, and you pause when you notice someone waiting in the lobby.

"JJ," you whisper and gesture to her visitor.

She turns to see Will sitting there, and when he sees her, he immediately heads over.

"Will, what are you doing here?"

"I took a shot and flew to DC, but that didn't work out. I figured a train ride to New York was only a few more hours. I'm sorry for showing up like this. I know you're working, but I can't stand you being on this case and me not being there. Not with what's going on."

He's talking about her pregnancy, which she has yet to tell the team about. Will's words are enough to plant concern in Hotch's mind, and she'll have to come clean now.

"Is there a problem?"

"I'm pregnant," JJ says after a beat.

"Oh, my God! JJ! Congratulations!" Emily grins and hugs her.

Spencer and Hotch are happy for her, and you grin because you've known before everyone else.

"We'll give you both some privacy," Hotch says, a bit upset.

He walks off, and JJ follows after him to talk. He might be upset that she didn't tell him because he would have understood, but he'll get over it soon. When JJ returns, you give her a warm hug.

"When we have time, I'm definitely taking you shopping. Will, she's all mine then," you joke.

Everyone leaves them to talk, and you and Spencer head to your shared room. Hotch trusts you two to share a room since you've been dating for two years, but hotel walls are thin. You're not confident they won't hear anything if you two decide to get rowdy in the sheets.

Instead, you two change into pajamas and settle comfortably in bed.

"What if I got pregnant?"

There is nothing but silence from Spencer, and you look at him who sports wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

"What?"

"I asked, 'What if I got pregnant?', but based on your reaction, it's clear how you feel about it," you laugh. "Don't worry, I'm not. I'm actually on my period now, but good to know where you stand."

"I'm sorry," he laughs with you. "If you were pregnant, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

You lean up and kiss him, eager to get to bed since you have a big day tomorrow.

Like Hotch requested, Derek and Emily are at the NYPD precinct to give the profile out while you, Spencer, and Rossi are at the FBI office to give it to the agents.

"Okay, let's start with what we know. With these unsubs, it's not personal. It's not about sex or greed, which is why we think there's something bigger at play here. This isn't random. There has to be a motive," you begin.

"Our first theory is that we're dealing with a team. In the case of the DC snipers, there was actually one intended victim. John Muhammad wanted to kill his ex-wife, but he knew if he did, he'd be the prime suspect, so he created a spree in order to mask his primary motivation."

"Muhammad and Malvo also left a death card at one of their scenes, just like this unsub," Kate adds.

"We believe our unsubs have studied that case. They're opening a line of communication."

"Hold on," an agent interrupts. "Now we got these guys playing games just because you're here?"

You sense some resentment from him, but you keep a professional front.

"We're just saying the unsubs are sophisticated enough to study other crimes."

"That doesn't answer the question."

"Easy, Joe. Hear them out," Kate backs you up.

"This whole city's about to go off, and we all need to deal with that."

"You're right," you speak up. "If the card was left because of us, then they are playing games. What that tells us is that one of them has some intelligence. Like I said, they know about other cases. They've also studied the placement of the surveillance systems well enough to avoid detection."

"Most teams have a dominant and submissive member. Because of the relative intelligence of these unsubs, and the fact they stick to a set time pattern, we believe at least one of them has a steady job," Spencer says.

"We've asked the police to canvas their precincts and check businesses that open and close around the time of the shootings. We're hoping someone will be able to identify a father-son or coworkers that fit the dominant-submissive profile. They will be going undercover as well." Rossi says.

"What's the other theory?" the agent says.

"It's less likely, but it could be some sort of gang initiation," Spencer answers.

"These are all of the known gang members in Manhattan," Spencer says, passing out the files that were printed last night. "Most of them are out of Chinatown and Clinton. We'd like you to study these and keep an eye out for anyone who looks suspicious."

"I'll also be detailing a number of you as well. Stay behind when the agents have finished and I'll give you your assignments," Kate says, retreating to her office.

The police officers and undercover agents canvas the streets, and Derek makes his way back to the FBI building. Kate doesn't want to put you on the streets, so the only thing you can do is wait and hope that one of the officers grab them before they strike.

Fate is not on your side because as soon as it hit midday, another murder happened. Penelope calls Hotch immediately, but it's too late.

"Does it look like he could be one of our guys?" Hotch asks over the phone.

"What's going on?" Derek asks.

"We've got eyes on one of them. He's on the subway platform at 59th and Lex."

"59th? We could have been right there!"

Derek is getting pissed, and it won't do anyone good if he exploded on anyone here. Kate leaves her office to join Hotch as he talks to Penelope. She grabs the phone and dials someone, clearly not in a good mood.

"Where the hell are the police? This is Kate Joyner with the FBI. We have a murder suspect on the subway platform at 59th and Lex."

"He's getting away," Penelope says over speakerphone.

"Garcia, can you get eyes on him above ground?" Rossi asks.

"He's heading west on 59th Street."

"If he makes it to the park, we've lost him," Kate sighs.

"Are the police on the scene?"

"Negative."

"We could have had that guy," Derek scoffs.

"Even if we were on that platform, odds are he would have moved on to somewhere more isolated."

"Maybe, but it was worth taking a shot."

"We had every available man on the street."

"I suggested to you that you use this team," Derek glares at Kate.

"Second-guessing doesn't do us any good right now," Hotch tries to diffuse the situation.

"Hotch, how am I supposed to look these cops in the eye and tell them that we're actually here to help them?"

"We're here to present a profile. That's what we need to do."

"I said to put us at express stops which are at 14th, 42nd, 59th, and that's exactly where they hit."

"It's not your place to have this discussion. You need to back off," Hotch warns.

"My place?" Derek asks, offended. "We have seven bodies!"

"Which is exactly why we need to stay focused."

"Focused? From where I'm standing, all your focus is on her," Derek glares, and Kate looks down in shame.

"Take a walk. Now," Hotch says, leaving no room for arguments.

Derek has no choice but to listen. He's clearly frustrated because no one is listening to him, something you're very familiar with. Rossi is about to go after him, but you silently tell him you're going to do it instead. He knows you're more than capable of doing it, so he lets you go.

You follow Derek to a nearby bar, but he isn't drinking. He ordered a beer, but he hasn't taken a sip of it. You take a seat next to him, rejecting the bartender from taking your order.

"I know," Derek sighs. "I was out of line. I just felt like Hotch was taking her side."

"Yeah, I know how you feel. It's frustrating knowing the best possible way to do things, and no one listens. I feel that on a daily basis. It's hard knowing you know all the facts, but because you can't count your 'feelings' into evidence, then no one wants to listen. I see everything, Derek, and it's hard for me to make you guys see what I see and feel what I feel. I understand."

"How do you do it, then?"

"Take this case for example. Brustin and Cooper didn't believe me when I said we could be dealing with two people. I had to let them come to the same conclusion I did on their own. Sometimes, people are like that. If Kate wants to keep her men out of the field and not utilize us, then that's on her. They have to learn for themselves sometimes."

"That doesn't mean I like it any less," Derek sighs.

"Plus, I hear they are considering you for Kate's job if she gets fired. So, would you take the job?"

"I don't know. it might be nice to finally be the one making the calls."

"Yeah, it would be. You want to know where I see you in a year, maybe five? Out in the field taking down the bad guys. An office job is not meant for you."

"The BAU wears people out, Y/N. Look at Gideon. That man was the best, and in the end, he simply ran away. I mean, Hotch hasn't even thought about cracking a smile in over a year. That man has to take a personal day just so he can have a conversation with his own kid. What about you? The amount of death and destruction you see has got to mess with your head. You're lying if you said it doesn't."

"You're right, it does. If I'm being honest, I hate it. I love that I can help people, but I hate how I have to help them. It's draining, but whether I'm walking in the park or investigating a murder, it's all the same. I can't run from it.

"You know damn well Gideon gave it his all. Frank stripped him down to nothing, and then he took the one person who mattered most to him. If Gideon wanted to truly leave, he'd have left the pictures behind. Hotch has always been intense, and I think he carries the BAU on his shoulders when he shouldn't have to.

"My point is, a desk job is not meant for someone as great as you. The fact that you haven't touched your beer tells me you want to get back out there. Derek, there are times when you have to apologize even though you weren't wrong. Kate is overwhelmed and is scared, and she did what she thought was best. Don't beat her up over that.

"Apologize to her, and see where that gets you."

Derek knows you're right, so he abandons his untouched beer to follow you back to the FBI office. Hotch, Rossi, and Kate are in her office, and you can tell by her somber look, that whatever she is going to say, it's not going to be good.

"Listen, about before--"

"You spoke your mind," Kate cuts him off. "I respect that."

"Where are the others?" you ask.

"JJ, Reid, and Prentiss went to the crime scene with the detectives. This is the first time they've killed two days in a row. They're speeding up."

"Your analyst went over the latest footage. This is a different shooter from the last two," Kate reveals.

"There's three of them now?" you gasp. "Who the hell are these guys?"

"I want you all out on the street tomorrow," Kate says, locking eyes with Derek who appreciates that.

"What are we missing?" Rossi asks.

"When we first saw this case, what did it remind us of? The Son of Sam. This is the same kind of unsub with random shootings, not need-driven, and no sexual component."

"True, except that the Son of Sam admitted he would return to the scenes of his crimes days later to masturbate."

"Exactly. Get Garcia to study the footage and see if the same person keeps returning to the crime scene in the days following the shootings. All we've been looking at are the immediate aftermaths of the crimes."

"It's worth a shot."

"We'll hit the street tomorrow. Dave, will you grab Reid and go over the profile to make sure we didn't leave anything out?"

"Are we absolutely sure this isn't an act of terrorism?" you suddenly ask.

"It's a possibility, but let's not come to that conclusion just yet."

The following day, much like Kate said she'd do, she put every available person on the street including the BAU team. You're paired with Cooper, of all people, but you don't mind him much. Spencer and Rossi are the only ones left at the FBI office with Detective Brustin to go over the profile.

"Okay, people, talk to me," Penelope says over your earpiece. "Roll call time. 14th Street?"

"Check," you say and look at Cooper who nods.

"Herald Square."

"Check," JJ and Derek confirm.

"Chambers Street?"

"Check," Emily and Hotch say.

"72nd Street?"

"Check."

Penelope goes down the line to every FBI agent and officer on the street. With this many people out in regular clothing, you're hoping to catch one of the guys doing this. If there are three, then there could be more. If this is an act of terrorism, then there could be dozens more.

The only thing bugging you about this whole case is that the Son of Sam constantly checked in with the police, and played mind games with them. The only form of communication these unsubs made is through a Tarot card left on one of the bodies. Just one. Nothing else.

It doesn't fit the profile. The unsubs are organized, use pre-surveillance, and strike in the middle of the day. Yet they haven't done anything to seek out media attention. You profiled the card that was put there is to tell your team they know you're here. If their goal was to create panic with the card, then they didn't achieve this.

These unsubs are more disciplined than the Son of Sam. The fact that they haven't tried to contact the police means the Tarot card is meant for the FBI and only the FBI. These unsubs are ramping up to something, and they want your team to know that they're watching you.

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[sokai-asuki]

Hello World

(Lance and Clay are in Shibuya, Tokyo. Turns out, this not the first time Lance been here. And either the girls are oblivious or just believe that these man has no connection to the Sekai)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Okay, who wants to get kick out of the diner, raise your hand? No one? Good. Because getting kick out of the diner is not on our top list!"

After Airi said that, the girls, N25 and MMJ, look at their respective male members. To MMJ, Clay seems to only be staring at Lance with an unreadable expression. But to N25 and Lance, there's no a single mercy in it.

"You know what? I thought KAITO only have your anger Mafuyu, but Clay seems to follow his footstep of furious..." Mizuki whispered to Mafuyu.

Mafuyu didn't say anything but acknowledge what Mizuki said.

"So," the N25 members suddenly shook after hearing Clay's voice, "This has been where you've been, Lance? Is that why Macy and I couldn't find you anywhere?"

The more Clay give his smile to Lance, the menacing it gets. Lance suddenly felt cold, it is understandable his at the mall but not to this temperature.

"Um," suddenly the tension break between them when they hear a voice, "Are you a friend of Clay, sir...?"

"Richmond. Lance Richmond, m'lady." Lance said and forget about Clay's questions as he greets Kanade, "Yes, I am a friend of this guy here. Honestly Clay, if you want to come with me, you could have just ask!"

The N25 girls suddenly notice Clay's smile growing even more, they felt so cold suddenly. That's not a smile anymore!

"Your ego and self-righteous never fail to get away, huh? Well done, Lance!" Clay said, "And I don't need your help, thank you very much. As I always said, as a knight–"

"You don't need to burden others for yourself and always remain selfless at any given situation. Yeah, yeah, don't think I don't know what you're gonna say..." Lance said and sigh exasperately.

"Knight?" Shizuku suddenly said.

"Oh, yeah, Clay is actually a knight." Ena said, "Is Mr. Richmond also a knight?"

Haruka turn to answer, "Well, he doesn't mention being a knight, he does mention being an actor."

"Yeah! But he does said something about training, we just thought it was acting training–"

"It's a knight training, a training you occasionally try to skip multiple times."

"Eep?!" Minori yelp when she try to explain by what Haruka said only to be interrupted by Clay.

Clay's smile is not on his face now, but his frown and disappointed gaze does make it appearance.

Lance groan, "Ugh, here comes the Mr. Uptight Boorington!"

"Lance, because of your sudden dissapearance and at the time of training, some of us have to continue the training–"

"Don't you mean you continue the training?"

"–Regardless, you are still a knight. It is our duty spend our time wisely with the right time to kill it."

"So, does wake up in 1:00 a.m. really meant spend our time wisely?" Lance ask, but it's more like a statement than a question.

The MMJ girls turn to look at Clay, who didn't have shame of that question, "Wait, you woke up at 1 :00 a.m.?!" Airi said.

"Well, I–"

"He said he only needs 2 hours of sleep and after that 2 hours, he will continue training." Lance answer Airi's question for Clay.

The N25 doesn't seem surprised at all but they know damn well this is Clay they're talking about, the workaholic, the mother-hen, and the guy who very well similar to them.

While the MMJ seems to started panicking and concern for their male member's friend.

Clay notice their expression, try to reassuring them he is fine and the hour he set up is good for him as if it will not kill him.

"Don't you even know people need 8 hours of sleep?! That's the right amount of sleep you need, not 2 hours!"

"I need to improve my fighting skill and in case of enemy attack, I need to be so sure I can defeat them."

"But, that hour of sleep?! How are you not dead yet?!"

"Well,–"

"See, I told you the same thing, but did you listen?"

"Shut it, Lance."

"We're not done here, Mr. Moorington!"

The N25 just see the argument is about to go on and on than they expected.... Having an argument with their male repsective's friend is not on the list.

——

"Do the girls know that each of them have Sekai?"

"I am not sure but they seems to know way before they know us."

While Lance and Clay have a conversation, they just observe the N25 and MMJ group that's been talking with each other, since going to the mall have be put out after the 'reunion'.

Airi and Ena seems to have a good conversation with Ena showing something on her phone to start a conversation with Airi. Shizuku and Mafuyu seems to know each other. Kanade and Minori talk with each other finely. Mizuki and Haruka are on good terms thankfully.

Clay sigh, and turn back to Lance, "When did you start get in here?"

"Okay, so, remember the time you guys came meet my family and visited my parents' mansion?"

Of course, Clay couldn't forget that. Lance's parents is... Well, at least Lance is a good person, same goes for his sister. Clay nodded, remember it very well.

"Well, after the event and my parents are safe and sound... I think I want to take a break per say..." Lance glance at somewhere, avoiding Clay, talking about his parents is very exhausting... "I was planning on going back to my Sekai, and just going there to clear up my mind..."

He looks up in front of him, Clay notice that gaze and follow at what he is staring. Lance stares at Minori, "Lady Hanasato is a very lucky lady. She's got parents who definitely support her decision to be an idol, even if they did try to warn her about the idol company and how some of it is very toxic, yet they still support her dream and very welcome of her to continue it as long as she's happy with that dream of hers..." Lance said.

He continue, "You know, I was envy of her, having a parents that know the bad side of the dream their kids have and yet, they didn't try to push her at different career or discouraged her dream, they support her and let her know she's not alone on this..." Lance sigh, "One time, after the event, she and I... We're talk and talk, she may not understand having a parents that just indulged their child's childish dream, but she just letting the person know, as an idol and a... Friend... I have to say she is very optimistic and charismatic than I ever was on live..."

"And that's when you suddenly found yourself in here?" Clay ask.

"Well, I know a way on how to return to Knighton~" Lance said.

"...Let me guess–"

"I am not telling you."

"–You will not telling me..."

Lance smile at Clay, who look at him in exasperated and tired, "Ah, you know me so well, Moorington!" Lance chuckle, "C'mon! Let go of all the work in your head and just enjoy this vacation you got!"

"The last vacation I went does not end up well in my case.."

"Well, in here, there's no such thing as Monstrox! So just relax and enjoy!" Lance said, reassuring Clay, that everything is fine.

Clay could only sigh in exasperated.

"Alright we're here!" They heard Mizuki's voice, "Welcome to Phoenix Wonderland!"

——

"What do you mean they're not here?!"

"I am telling you kids the truth," a cute mascot of this amusement park said, "The troupe of this stage haven't arrived yet since this morning. It's already in the afternoon, so you kids, might as well go to other theater show–"

"But—"

"Thank you, mister mascot. We will leave." Clay said, smile calmly at the mascot and brought the girls and Lance away from the WonderStage.

When they are far enough away from the stage, Mizuki started to look panic, "Ugh! Rui! Of all times, why now?!"

"C-calm down, Mizuki! I'm sure they're gonna be alright!" Minori said, trying to comfort their pink hair friend.

"But, we really do need him! We just need to ask a simple question and see if it any possible he could help us!" Mizuki said, then pout, "Ugh, there seems to be no way we–"

Suddenly an idea appear on Mizuki's head, "Fufufu, I know a girl, who may help us somehow...."

——

"Lance, get out of the way."

"No."

"Lance Richmond."

The N25 and MMJ following Mizuki as they have another idea, and now they're in front of the cafe, called WEEKEND GARAGE. Mizuki seems to know who owns it but they didn't know Lance knows it as well with how he try to not let Clay in. How they know Lance knows, easy. His expression and body language.

Right now, Lance seems to blocking their way to the cafe, especially Clay's way.

"Lance, in term of strength, you know I can easily push you away from the door, right?"

"Well, in term if height, I know you can't."

*GASP* oh he did not go there–

Suddenly Lance felt he is being lifted and throw away from Clay's path, not far away but also far from the door. The MMJ of course were in shocked and go over to Lance.

The N25 are now processing what they saw, then Clay turn to them, "Alright, let's get in, girls–"

"Wait, Clay, no!"

It's too late, Clay open the door. Only to have a cake splash on his face. Everyone are now looking at Clay as the cake slowly fell down on the ground now, make a mess in front of him.

The MMJ are even more shocked and scare. The N25 ready to pay for someone funeral. The 4 kids inside the cafe turn to the perpetrator who throw the cake. The said perpetrator just smile at Clay and waves awkwardly.

"Hey, Clay..."

"Aaron," Clay said, but the expression he gives does not give the same vibe fore his voice, "How nice of you to throw that cake...."

Yeah, Kanade is ready for the funeral music she's gonna make, and thankfully not her dad's funeral.

#lego nexo knights x hatsune miku colorful stage #lego nexo knights #hatsune miku colorful stage #clay moorington #lance richmond #more more jump #nightcord at 25:00

[tutuandscoot]

Part three of the interwiew moment feels thing. Is Scott dissing current ice skating saying they grew up in an era where they had to take risks? Also i find the fact that they sometimes choose what to do based on what would be more unexpected hilarious. And Scott mentioning Suzanne by name saying she sort of lay the groundwork for that, like yea give that woman all the credit she deserves. Oh and them talking a lot whenever they do meet up now thats really endearing, sort of derailing the interwiew. Their parents waking up at 4 in the morning every day for years oh they really must have loved seeing their kids doing what they loved, it seems like a small thing but really its huge, how much they did for their kids. And the train analogy is nice and Scott saying he really likes it too when tessa is wondering if shes taking it too far. They really support each other so much. And them ending the interwiew saying they wouldnt be where they are without all the people supporting them. Its a really nice way to end the interwiew not focusing on themself but on others. And yea thats the interwiew. I hope this wasnt too rambling for you. If I manage to form more coherent thoughts about parts of this, il send you another ask. But yea the interwiew had a really nice vibe to it, being serious but not at the same time.

No this was a more coherent summary than I could’ve done!

This bit about their parents sacrificing so much for them:

So heads up I’m not a parent and I’m an only child so i might be speaking out of my arse here and of course every family situation is different

Disclosures out of the way;

When I was growing up dancing and being super into it and quite talented- starting to look for more opportunities out side of just my crappy dance school, my mum would basically drop everything for me. She wasn’t a single parent but she basically was bc my dad did nothing for me in this respect, she had one part time job that didn’t pay much and every single cent went to me and my dancing. I didn’t have the early wake ups like vm did thankfully but I had to travel really far away to get better training. She would pick my up from school after work 3 days a week and we would drive 2 hours away for 4 hours of dance, finish at 9 and drive home for 2 hours while I sleep in the car and the next day I would have to be at school at 6 am for school dance, then there was the exorbitant fees for training, pointe shoes, uniforms, physio, competitions, travel- my first international competition I got to the finals and she didn’t have enough money left to get a ticket to watch me, so she waited in the dressing rooms listening over the sound system.

She did so much for me and when I stopped dancing due to my back problems she layed an enormous amount of guilt on herself thinking it was her fault/ she shouldn’t have let me pursue this when my back condition developed bc it ended in so much pain and heart break. That was really hard for us and we fell out of our very close relationship over that grief, but we’re now getting back on better terms.

(I’m sorry this is a little life story)

On the contrary:

My best friend growing up who I danced with, she was one of 3 kids and her family was far more well off than me, she did dance and gymnastics- I’m pretty sure at one point she was national level at gymnastics. Anyway, one day her mum said to my mum “I could never do what you do for your daughter (me)”.

Now she had 3 young kids, worked full time, understandable it would be hard to take her daughter all around the place.

But VM’s parents did it.

They both have multiple siblings, yes some of T’s were much older when she was a child starting skating, but Scott’s were closer in age. T’s parents worked full time- her grandma helped out a lot. Skating is RIDICULOUSLY expensive and very hard to get funding for- a lot of adult skaters work other jobs to support themselves. They did it- they did all that for their kids- their youngest kids at that which a) in a way the others were older and could take care of themselves more but b) raising kids is expensive and again I’m not a parent but I imagine by kid 3 or 4 this gets exhausting- so now having the last kids to be born in each family be the ones doing the most and having the most insane- as VM said, depraved lifestyle full of strictness most kids don’t ever insure- their parents still did that for them.

This is not a comment on good and bad parenting- as I said people have different situations- but there are some that really do go above and beyond and don’t let anything/ don’t make excuses for themselves as parents for not giving their children everything to succeed- VM’s parents are incredible they deserve so much credit for what wonderful children they raised- NO MEDIA TRAINING- they were just raised so well to be kind and empathetic and appreciate every opportunity to afforded them.

Parents of the freaking century!!

[shina913]

Intersect, Part 9 | KNJ

Intersect, Part 9

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

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Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut; NSFW

Word count: 5.5K+ words

Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; office romance; sexually explicit conversations; dirty talk; bed-sharing; oral (F-receiving); fingering; clit-play; un/intentional voyeurism; vulnerable confessions; life-altering decisions (not sure if that's a legitimate warning); so much angst

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: Incoming angst!

The trip home was long, to say the least. You’ve taken this flight many times and five hours typically zip by for you–now, it feels considerably slower.

You wrapped up your conversation with Haejin asking for some time to think about her offer. If you were being honest, it was a very attractive offer. And you had a week to give her an answer.

You spent the entire flight weighing the pros and cons.

If you accepted the offer:

Onboarding would start immediately, jetting off to New York City first

You’d learn on the job, right next to Haejin for the first month then you're off on your own

You would travel around the world, under the banner of the Moonstone Foundation

You would have a larger team and call the shots

You’d get paid a lot of $$$

You would be working your dream job

If you turned down the offer:

You would remain close to home, close to your family

You would still have a great job that you love, in a company that equally respects your work

You wouldn’t have to make any huge adjustments in your life

And who else was in your life?

Namjoon.

Where would your tall, sweet human fit in all this?

Would he be supportive? You thought he would be. Namjoon was just as career-driven as you were. In the two years that you’ve worked with him, you don’t remember him ever taking any time off—and his team could vouch for that. 

Except that one time. When he flew across the country to see you. One whole day, that he chose to spend with you.

If you took this job—would he wait for you? It seemed like a lot to ask of somebody who declared his commitment to you mere weeks ago.

Was it a declaration of commitment? He hadn’t said the words…and neither have you.

But you were absolutely sure about how you felt. That one day cemented that. 

Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats and be sure to stow away your tray tables. We are starting to make our initial descent.

As the familiar city lights twinkle thousands of feet beneath you, you think of how you couldn’t wait to get home.

When you walk out of the arrivals area, you catch a glimpse of it. A little over six-feet tall, beanie, hoodie, and jeans—with the sexiest smile and those dimples that never fail to reel you in.

“Welcome home, baby.”

******

This was not going to be an easy conversation, by any means. He had barely rolled your luggage in and was on you in an instant.

“Joon…we…we need to talk.” You manage to say in between pants as he continues to ravish you by your doorway.

“Can it wait? I missed you so much and I pretty much counted the minutes at the office until I had to take the train to the airport to come pick you up,” he says in between kisses.

“I missed you, too,” you reply, cupping his face in your hands, kissing him just as eagerly.

He reaches his hand up your jean shorts, the truncated in-seam providing him easy-access. You gasp out loudly when slips beneath the layers.

“So wet already?” he purrs.

“Hmm–only for you,” you sighed, your tongue darting out to lick his lower lip while he worked the bundle of nerves you had built up on the flight back.

He slides two fingers in your cunt. “You want me in there? Hm?” 

“Yes” you mewled while your walls clench around his digits. “I want you in me, now.” Your teeth graze his chin.

You were so lost in the moment that both of you flinched when your phone started going off. You groan in frustration, trying to dig it out of your pocket to silence it until you get a glimpse of the caller ID.

“Fuck, it’s just Yoongi. I’ll just let it go to voicemail,” you said.

Namjoon looks you square in the eyes. “Answer it.”

His suggestion catches you by surprise.

“You heard me,” he commands while his fingers continue to pump slowly inside of you. “Better hurry up before it stops ringing.”

Before you know it, you tap the green button on your screen to pick up.

“H-hello?” You try to control your ragged breaths

“Hi, YN. I wasn’t sure if you were going to pick up–”

“I just got home from the airport, what’s up?” Namjoon pulls his fingers out of you and puts them to his mouth and sucks on them.

It turns you on to the point of no return. What a fucking prick.

“Mirai and I were supposed to have a check-in tomorrow morning about the data analysis for the ACF project. I just wondered if I could add you to the meeting invite?”

Namjoon smirks at you before he drops down to his knees, undoing the button and zipper to your bottoms, pulling it down along with your panties in one swift move.

You gasp softly at the abrupt action. “Uh–c-couldn’t you have just emailed this to me, Yoongi?”

You look down and watch him hook your right leg up to his shoulder, your free hand clinging onto a bookshelf that you were so glad that Jungkook bolted to the wall.

“I was but uhm–the meeting’s at 8AM and I didn’t want to surprise you—“

“A-hah,” you yelped at the feel of his velvety tongue licking one long stripe over your clit. 

“YN? Are you—alright?”

You bit back a moan as the tip of his skilled tongue teases the sensitive bud.

“Sorry, I—I was just writing some notes from my trip and remembered something,” you lied.

“Anyway–are you free tomorrow morning? I know you try to block off 8AM for emails and general office stuff but since you just met with them, I think it would be really helpful to get some fresh input.”

“Yeesss,” you say a little breathily. “I mean, yes, that’s fine.”

Namjoon was really working you now. You look down at him, his eyes up at you, fully cognizant of what he was doing.

His palms were on your ass, pushing you closer to his mouth to torture you further–tonguing your clit while three relentless fingers, massaged and curled around your insides. Your thighs started to quake–your orgasm would hit you any minute now and Yoongi was going to be on the other line to hear you fall apart.

“Yeah, I was thinking, it would also be great to–”

“Hmmphh…shit,” your hand flies to your mouth to stifle a high-pitched moan while Namjoon’s fingers hasten. 

“Sorry–Say that again? I didn’t catch that,” Yoongi says, confused.

“Nothing! I’m–I’m–c-close…close to a breakthrough here,” you managed to say before he sucked on the extremely sensitive flesh. You were seconds away from freefalling. 

“Aah–just-send-the-invite-see-you-tomorrow-bye,” you say in a rush before you frantically fumble to end the call, moments before your body starts to jerk, followed by a loud, lingering sigh.

Namjoon rises to his feet, eyes wide open with a big smile on his face. His lips and chin, coated in your arousal. “Fuck, that was so hot!”

You grimaced. “I think he might be traumatized. I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep a straight face tomorrow.”

He waves you off, “He’ll be fine,” then leans in to give you a kiss. Just then, that tent he had in his pants pokes you in your belly.

You giggled before you palmed him through his jeans. “Now let’s take care of you.”

******

The morning was shaping up to be hectic. You grabbed a medium, triple-shot mocha from the cafe around the corner from the office to help brace for all of your meetings. The days after a business trip are always frenzied–expense reports, meeting notes, client debriefs, follow-ups…and worst of all, catching up on all of the other work that you missed out on while you were away.

Yoongi tried his best to act professional during your meeting. You knew that he knew what you were doing on the phone–or at least had a pretty good idea of it.

But you didn’t let it faze you. You were composed and gave him all of the information that he needed to move his project along.

After he thanked you for all of the helpful input that you provided, scurried off to his office and mentioned something about a new opportunity that he had to discuss with Celina.

Your next meeting was a huddle with Jimin and Mirai, who filled you in on the latest information on the baseline survey responses. You were happy to know that Namjoon kept everything moving smoothly, resolving any internal issue while keeping you informed of any high-level decisions that you needed to make.

The day was waning and you barely had a chance to catch Namjoon apart from smiles down the hallway and quick work chat messages to check in.

You were so inundated with work that you almost missed the new piece of decor hanging in your office—a small replica of Seurat’s The Lighthouse at Honfleur. It was the painting that you spent time admiring at the museum.

You couldn’t help but smile.

******

“Hey, I have something to tell you. You think we can talk later?” You poke your head into his office after taking a chance when you see his door ajar.

“Of course. Everything okay?” He beckons you to come in while he stands by his bookshelf, trying to search for some reference materials.

Since last night’s attempt was unsuccessful on account of a few…’distractions,’ you were more determined to have this conversation sooner rather than later.

You shut the door as soon as you step in. “Yeah, everything’s great. I just wanted to run something by you—can you come over tonight?”

“Sure. I have a code review with Hobi and Tae at 5. It was the only open time we had on our calendars today,” he grimaces. “So–I probably won’t get in ‘til after 6:30?”

“That’s totally fine,” you smiled. “Just come by when you’re done–whatever time that is.”

“Okay. I have my key,” he says proudly.

It’s only been a couple months but since you both frequented the other’s place, you thought it made sense to give each other keys the week before you left for your business trip. Logical.

He figured he could also revive your dying house plants while you were away–and he was right. Practical.

“Perfect. I’ll make you dinner,” you said.

He beams back at you. “Can’t wait.” He leans down to place a chaste kiss on your lips before he excuses himself to walk over to his next meeting.

******

Namjoon gets in a bit later than expected and looks a bit frazzled when he walks through the door. His meeting with Hobi and Taehyung had run over. A routine code review turned into a troubleshooting session. Namjoon’s team inherited the program from a previous contractor and, needless to say, their quality control was little to nonexistent. When Namjoon left the office, they had barely gotten the program into a stable mode so Hobi and Taehyung elected to stay a bit longer to monitor it in case it crashed again.

You welcome him with a piping hot bowl of jjajangmyeon. “Woah—this is so good, baby. What would I do without you?”

You take in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. From what? You’re not exactly sure why. Maybe it was the fact that a lucrative job offer had just landed on your lap not so long ago–and you were wrestling with the thought of taking it and asking the man that you loved to cool his heels while you lived your dream.

You were both accomplished in your own rights. Namjoon had charted his own path and you did the same. He was already reaping the benefits of hitting a major career milestone while you were just beginning to make strides in yours.

You were ambitious and driven. You had all but mapped out the next five years for yourself–but you never factored him in. He was a variable. Now, you had to determine whether he was the independent or dependent kind.

“So, I ran into Kim Haejin on my last day.”

“Oh! That’s…random.”

“It was. She’s doing some lobbying for Moonstone.”

He nods. He’s been to Capitol Hill a handful of times and seen special interest groups trying to round up legislators, competing for their attention to push their agenda. Some had genuine and sincere intentions while a few…just wanted to pay a few digits less on their tax returns.

“Anyway, we met up after our meetings at the Capitol and I found out that she’s also been in contact with the children and families committees up there—really trying to push forth this one piece of legislation that a few people in congress are sponsoring.”

He hums. “I gotta hand it to her. Running a family corporation, a charitable foundation, and juggling motherhood on top of all that? I don’t know how she manages it.”

This was it. You braced yourself while you broached the topic.

“Well—that’s the thing. She thinks she’s stretched too thin because of all of these responsibilities. So…she’s looking into handing off the Foundation.”

He slows his chewing.

“Oh. So…what does that mean for grantees? And uh…contractors? For us?”

You slowed your pace. “She’s not quite handing it off in a sense that she’s ending the Foundation. She wants someone to take over for her—to oversee the program.”

“Okay…”

You felt your heart start to beat out of your chest.

“She asked…me…if I could do it.”

His eyes bulge out of their sockets and he almost chokes on his food. “Baby—that’s…that’s great! What did you tell her? Oh shit. But you’d have to leave the company…ah—what the heck? This is your dream, YN! This is fucking amazing!” He was beaming with pride.

You smiled back at him, feeling some relief as he looked so happy for you.

“I mean…I, I told her I’d think about it first.”

“Aish, c’mon, YN! What’s there to think about?” He says it as if it was a no-brainer. This fueled your confidence.

“Well—for starters, I’d have to embark on a ‘tour’ of sorts,” you gestured with air quotations. “You know, to promote the Foundation, expand partnerships internationally—“

“A tour?” He looks puzzled.

“Y-yeah. The tentative schedule on the calendar is for a year—possibly longer—Asia, Africa, Latin America...The organization is growing rapidly. I also have to make sure that Jungkook is settled. Plus, our relationship is—“ You stop your babbling when you see his face falter.

“Y-you’ll be gone for a year?” he whispers.

Your heartbeat lurches. “A year, maybe more,” you say hesitantly.

In an instant, his expression turns despondent. Although his eyes were downcast, you could see his jaw ticking.

You rest your palms on either side, cupping his face, trying to tilt it upwards to look into his eyes.

“Joon, look at me—“ He does, and you wished that he hadn’t. He had a smile on his lips but his eyes were pained.

Tears started to sting your eyes. “Baby—“

His hands rest over yours, assuaging you. “Hey—You should take the job.”

You take in a shallow breath. “Well, see, the reason I haven’t taken it is because…I was thinking about us. It’s going to be so hard being away from you. And I–Namjoon, I…” you paused for a beat. This wasn’t exactly how you pictured it but you had to let him know–and you had to know if he felt the same. “I lo–”

You are interrupted by his phone blaring on your dining room table. He glances at the caller ID. “Shit, it’s Taehyungie. Hold on.”

However sweet you thought Taehyung was when you worked together, you wanted to strangle him through the phone for his shitty timing.

“What?” Namjoon groans into the phone. “Fuck. I thought we cleaned up the duplicates?” Another groan. “And the patch didn’t work?” Taehyung murmurs something unintelligible which elicits a low growl from Namjoon while he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright, alright. Just…hang tight. Uh–tell Hobi to run the validation script manually to hold off the errors. I’ll head back now.”

He hangs up.

“Sorry–YN, I uh–” 

You nodded. “It-it’s fine…”

He hurriedly gathers his wallet and building pass off the table then wordlessly heads to the door to put his shoes on.

You followed right behind him. “Uhm, do you want me to pack some food for you? Maybe bring some for Hobi and Tae? They could be hungry.”

He pauses then turns around abruptly. “N-no, that won’t be necessary,” he replies.

“Uh…okay. Are we–” You blink then shake your head. “Let’s pick this up again tomorrow? I really need–”

“S-sure, yeah. Listen, I–I really have to go.”

You nodded, looking up at him expectantly. When he doesn’t move, you take it upon yourself to close in on him yourself. You tilt your chin up to him and give him a kiss. You move your lips against his, coaxing his mouth open to slip your tongue in. He moans softly, lifting his hand to cradle your nape. Deepening the kiss, responding to your languid strokes with his own licks.

He pulls away first, pressing his forehead to yours–bearing that same pained expression in his eyes when you asked him to look up at you.

“Let me know when you get home?”

After giving you a small nod, he’s out the door.

******

You must have been dreaming. The last thing you remember is Namjoon leaving your apartment–he seemed off after you told him about the job offer. Did you miss his text or call?

You feel your mattress sink, you get a whiff of a combination of your body wash and faint traces of men’s cologne. Moments later, warmth envelops you. You were half asleep when you glanced over your shoulder to see Namjoon burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Is it really you?” You croaked out.

He chuckles softly, his warm breath fanning your ear. “Who else would it be?”

You roll over to face him. “I thought you went home?”

“I thought I did.”

You smile languidly. “What time is it?”

“Late.” He kisses your forehead and moves down to give you a peck on your lips before he pulls you in closer to his chest. In an instant, you drift right back to sleep.

******

“Okay so, I have like, four tickets to the actual ceremony but only two for the baccalaureate. I was thinking maybe you and mom can come because–with dad and his sleep apnea–he’ll be snoring up a storm and I really don’t–”

“Kookie–it’s fine,” you chuckled. “You don’t have to explain. He can stay and nap at the hotel until the ceremony starts in the afternoon.”

“Have you asked Namjoon-hyung to find out if he can make it?”

“I’m sure he can move some things around but I wouldn’t–wouldn’t get my hopes up. He’s been struggling with one of his programs and working nights and weekends to try and fix that.”

“Oh,” he pouts a little and looks dejected on screen.

“I’m sorry–is your ultra-supportive noona’s presence not enough to put a smile on your face on your graduation day?”

He does his big-bunny smile. “Of course it is–I just thought maybe he’d come with you. Because we’ve grown close, I think. He's kind of like the big brother I never had,” he says sheepishly.

“Then why don’t you text him yourself and ask? Like you said–the worse he’ll say is ‘no.’”

He nods. “Speaking of answers–have you responded to that CEO’s job offer yet?”

You sighed. “I–haven’t. I have ‘til the end of the week to let her know. I, uh–talked to Namjoon about it.”

“I’m sure he’s excited for you!”

You made a face and your brother picks up on your uncertainty immediately. “Was he not,” he asks slowly.

You inhaled sharply. “I don’t know how to describe his reaction, exactly. It was–mixed? He was enthusiastic at first and then when I told him about the year-long tour, it was as if someone walked into the room and killed the lights.”

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to look confused. “What do you mean?”

You explain what happened during dinner and how his excitement died down shortly after. You were already starting to feel deflated because of his reaction until he came back later that night. It seemed to quell your doubts.

“You think he wouldn’t be cool with long-distance?” Your brother asks.

“I don’t know. We haven’t really–reopened the topic since this morning. We’ve both been swamped with other stuff. He’s coming over tonight, though so–maybe we can clear it up then.”

******

While you took absolute pleasure when he fucked you senseless, you had many quiet moments that you relished.

Like this. Both of you laying in your post-fucked out state with your heads at the foot of the bed. Him on his back while you on your stomach, just talking, after a long day at the office.

“I have a confession to make,” he began.

You turn to glance at him while he stares up at the ceiling.

“Remember when I told you that Mayumi ran out of love and patience for me?”

You hummed and nodded cautiously at the mention of an ex from somebody you were seeing.

“She left me because—she said that I held her back and…lately she was starting to resent me for it.”

“W-why would she resent you?”

“Because I was selfish. After finishing my undergrad, I went straight into getting my doctorate. I asked her to move in with me, which she did—at the expense of losing out on a great job opportunity. Moving away from her family. But I convinced her that moving into the city would present more opportunities for her. More options. Plus, we’d be together.”

You weren’t exactly sure what was prompting Namjoon to open up like this but you let him, nodding and humming softly to urge him to continue while you listened.

He goes on to narrate that Celina had hired him right out of undergrad. They first met when she happened to be a visiting lecturer at his university. He caught her eye when he started to challenge one of her findings—which in the end, she admitted was slightly flawed and outdated due to an old theory that she had based it on.

He jumped at the opportunity because she had an esteemed reputation in public policy.

She saw promise in him and convinced him to go straight into a graduate program while he worked as a programmer and research assistant at her budding firm.

You started to get a weird feeling and decided to ask him outright.

“Are you–are you trying to tell me something? You and Celina–” You asked hesitantly.

Your bed shook as a hearty laugh booms out of his chest.

“No, no, baby. I promise you, that’s not where this is going,” he looks at you assuringly. “Besides, I didn’t think I was her type because—I pretty much questioned her at every turn. I wasn’t uhm…agreeable to everything that she said. And I wasn’t doing it to be a dick. I just—wanted to make sure that every angle was taken into consideration, making sure that we were thorough. Which, I think in the end, she respected me for and it made me a good researcher.” He clarifies while he reaches up to kiss your bare shoulder. “We strictly had a mentor and mentee relationship.”

He had obviously risen up the ranks using his smarts and determination. Unfortunately, his ambition drained his personal life.

Mayumi was always trying to accommodate him. Worked her decisions around him. She was happy to do it because she loved him.

“Then one time, I was doing some extra work at home—nothing unusual. But at that specific time, I was feeling some extra pressure at work because I wanted a promotion and I knew that I deserved it. Only thing was, there were three other people in contention. I needed to do something…insanely exceptional to be at the forefront.”

He put in the work, traveled to conferences, strengthened client partnerships, recruited notable researchers–which, at the sound of that, you cocked our eyebrow to. Clearly, all of this was enough to convince Celina and the rest of upper management to reward his efforts.

Once he became Associate Director, it was all downhill for him and Mayumi. They argued more often. She would storm off and pick up extra shifts at work while he spent nights in his office. Somehow, being anywhere but home was more peaceful. It was not healthy.

At some point, they knew that they were done for. But why did Namjoon hang on that long if he didn’t think things were past the point of mending?

“The day that we were submitting that revised proposal? She called me that morning, saying that she was done, she had had it with me. For some reason, I asked her to wait for me. So I rushed out of the office in the middle of the day.”

He didn’t know what he had hoped to accomplish. Would he convince her to stay? Would he promise to change and devote more time to her, like she had asked multiple times before? They’ve gone through this cycle in the last few years. Take a break, get back together.

He tried but her mind had already been made up right before he walked through the door. Before leaving, she told him how she felt as if she’d always had to play second-fiddle to everything else in his life—which was his career.

She’s given up everything because he promised that they would be together—which was true for some time—until his work took over his life and she became an afterthought.

He turns his head to face you again. “All this to say that, I don’t want a repeat of what happened before. I feel that this relationship is much more different than that. I recognize that you have your own dreams and ambitions. I want to support you and—find that balance that I didn’t before. I was too young and too full of myself. I don’t want to be selfish anymore—not with you.”

You regarded him intently. “Joon—“

“Don’t ever let me hold you back from things that you want. I don’t want you to resent me.”

This man squeezes your heart like no other. If at first you were worried about how he would feel, now you weren’t because it seemed like he had swept those concerns away. This was going to help with your decision to take Haejin’s job offer easier.

You smiled warmly at him. “Namjoon, resentment is far from the emotion that describes what I feel for you right now.”

He sits up slightly and leans in closer to you while he balances his weight on his elbow. “Good, because I don’t think I can forgive myself if you started to hate me.”

“Joon…where is all this coming from,” you ask softly.

“I just–need you to promise me that you won’t let me hold you back.”

“B-baby, I don’t–”

“Please–just promise me?” He gently implores.

“I promise,” you assured him.

With that, he closes the gap between you and kisses you.

God, you loved this man so much.

******

The next morning, you find the side that he slept in empty. You panic a little but are instantly placated once you see a handwritten note on the pillow that he slept on.

Left early—SOS from Hobi and Tae. Figured you needed all the sleep you can get so you wouldn’t rip anybody’s head off. See you in a bit.

You regretted that you didn’t tell him how you felt last night–but he was so vulnerable and truth be told, his actions felt more than enough to assure you. You would definitely tell him today. You glance at the post-script below his note.

PS — You’re so cute when you snore!

You scoffed. “I do not snore!”

******

You didn’t catch Namjoon when you arrived at the office in the morning and you went straight into a marathon of meetings with your team and a few other project officers, not to mention that you were still catching up on a pile of work sitting on your desk while you went off on your trip.

Once you found a few minutes, you place a call to Haejin and tell her that you would take the job, provided that you could incorporate some scheduled time off–that was a hard line for you. You wanted to be able to see and spend time with your family and Namjoon.

Haejin was more than accommodating. It was a small price to pay for a huge weight off her shoulders. She was a huge advocate for work-life balance in her company. She hated the thought of her staff being overworked or didn’t have personal time for a vacation, to go to their child’s recital, or just plainly take a mental break. She promised a great support staff for you if and when you were scheduled to take time off.

The next step was meeting with Celina to put in your notice–but not before you shared the good news to Namjoon.

You knock on his door to find him with his nose buried deep in a draft report that he was reading through.

“Hey,” you say excitedly. He glances up briefly to acknowledge your presence then returns to the report.

That was weird. 

But you brushed it off and proceeded to tell him that you spoke to Haejin about taking the job. You also told him that you requested for unrestricted, on-demand time off to accommodate your family and him. You were over the moon at the thought of living your dream and expressed that it was too good to be true–a killer job and the man that you love by your side.

“Isn’t that great, Joon? There are only a few organizations like this–who would actually grant this flexibility–”

“I think you should take the job as it is…without any conditions or pretenses,” he interjects coolly without looking up at you.

You scrunch your face in confusion.

“Huh?” You actually heard what he said. You were more in shock, is what it is. “I thought–I thought that you were supporting me and that you’d be there for me? You know–last night? When we talked?”

“YN–let’s be practical here. You’ll be gone for a year. You’re leading a whole program–and it will need your full attention. I’ll just be a distraction.” He says evenly before he lifts his head to look up at you. 

“W-wait–”

“I think that what you’ve done for the firm is amazing. You’ve grown our foundations and philanthropic efforts considerably in a short period of time. It goes to show that you’re really good at what you do. I’m not surprised that you’re starting to outgrow your position. More people are finally taking notice of your skills.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t…” You took in a sharp breath. “Look, Namjoon–I never said I felt like I was outgrowing my position here.”

“YN–you know that I’m a huge supporter of career growth. I don’t think people should confine themselves to boxes.”

His voice was barely recognizable to you. This was the same tone that he adopted when he spoke to clients and business partners. Academic, formal…disconnected.

“You should take full advantage of every great opportunity that comes your way. Clearly, The Moonstone Foundation will give you that. This is what you’ve wanted. This is…your dream. Don’t let anything or…anybody hold you back from it.”

You were aghast. Was he still talking about the job offer or–

“Joon…” you softened your expression, rounding his desk, leaning against it and dropping your voice. “It’s just us, here. We can talk like…like normal? I thought that we were on the same page?”

He stares at you blankly and doesn’t return your affectionate tone.

He moistens his lips before he speaks again. “We are talking. And I’m saying–you should move forward. This–this relationship is going to be a distraction for you. And that won’t be helpful for Haejin and the Foundation.”

Who was this imposter and what has he done to the real Kim Namjoon? The man you’ve grown to love in the last couple of months.

“What are you saying? I’m so confused, Joon–”

He looks you dead in the eyes–gone was all that love and warmth from last night. Cold and emptiness had taken over. It was the same look that he gave you when he told you to get out of his office when you supposedly stole his project from him.

“I’m saying–that we should cut our losses now.”

You stood in front of him, flabbergasted. “Are you–are you breaking up with me?” It sounded idiotic by the time the words spilled out of your mouth.

He swallowed hard and flexed his jaw. “I just think that you need to be able to focus on your new position so you can produce your best work. You know–no interferences, obstacles…”

You tune him out. His voice was replaced by Celina’s–ringing in your ears after you decided to castigate Yoongi during that one meeting.

If I fall apart, then everything and everyone else around me is affected…everything that we all worked hard for–just because I decided to have a cry at work.

Suddenly, it felt like ice water had replaced the blood running through your veins. You touch your tongue to the inside of your cheek–a habit you picked up from him. But it didn’t matter because it helped you don a mask that you desperately needed at that moment.

“Got it. Say no more.”

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Nights at the Circus: Part VIII

Sparks fly at the Stark Investors Soiree, but will fists? Or will, perhaps, something entirely unexpected happen instead? With Steve on your arm, all you know is that Loki’s jealous eye is stalking you throughout the party, and you’re not sure what he’ll do next. 

PART VII, Masterlist 

Content Warning: Jealous AF Loki, public teasing, descriptions of exhibitionism and spanking, sex magic, Dom!Loki Word Count: 3.3k

You decided not to tell Loki when he came home that evening, instead avoiding him entirely by watching a movie with Thor and Tony. Instead, you chose to wait until the next morning, and after you completely an hour in the gym, warming up for what was probably going to be another muscle-achingly intense session later, this time with Natasha.

You almost expected Loki to slip in and watch you, but it wasn’t until you were almost finished with a simple floor exercise that you heard the elevated voices from the corridor outside.

“What are you doing up here, Loki?”

“I was about to ask you the same, Rogers.”

Ugh, all men are babies, you thought to yourself. I feel like I’m in school again.

“I was coming up here to see if Y/N needed a sparring partner,” Steve explained. “And you? I can think of only one reason you’d be up here. After all, she is the only one on this floor.”

“Just like you to inject rash assumptions into my motivations. You truly are Captain America,” replied Loki.

“You haven’t said one polite word to her since she’s arrived. I don’t know what you two have against each other, but we are adults here, and it’s on you to act like it. If you’d pulled a prank while she was up in the air, she could’ve fallen and broken an ankle.”

You smiled, and you could see as you quietly walked up behind Steve that Loki knew what you were thinking.

“I’m not going to let you mess with her anymore,” Steve continued. “We’re going to the party together tomorrow night, and you can bet I’ll be watching out for her.”

Loki’s expression went neutral. You stopped in your tracks, still a good ten feet behind Steve.

“How sweet,” Loki said behind gritted teeth. “Love seems to be in the air as well as the little Fire Bird’s acrobatics.”

“Don’t go there,” Steve grunted. “If you aren’t going to treat her with respect, then just let her be.”

“Actually,” you chimed in, making Steve sharply turn around, “I’m glad he’s here, Steve. I was planning on talking things through with him myself as soon as I found him. I don’t need you to be my white knight, you know.”

Steve looked sheepishly at the ground and nodded. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“And no time like the present,” you continued. “Steve, I’m training with Nat this afternoon. We can talk about the party at dinner.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me on standby?” Steve offered. You shook your head quietly. “Alright, but if he gives you any trouble you’re not ready for, I’m going to be helping Bruce in the lab later.”

Steve turned and walked away from the temporary defeat. You turned back to Loki.

“So,” he mumbled. “You’ve got a date for the soiree.”

“I’ll admit, I was only half-paying attention when he asked,” you confessed, “but I also don’t plan on rejecting the invitation.”

“Let’s retreat to my room to discuss this in private,” Loki proposed.

You took a step back and vigorously shook your head. “No, I’d prefer we do this on neutral ground.”

“Very well, Bird,” Loki scoffed. “So, you’re just going to try and fuck your way through the whole Initiative, are you? Who’s next, my brother? Natasha?”

You growled angrily. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? You seem the type to like to watch people.”

Loki smirked. “On the contrary, I prefer when people watch me. Why? Were you considering inviting Steve into our trysts? So you can suck his cock and mine at the same time? Oh, it IS a little slut, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You walked right up to Loki and struck him on his right cheek, which instantly reddened. “Listen here, Loki, we may have some warped ‘thing’ going on between us, but NO ONE talks to me that way! I ought to tell everyone about us right now, and we can see how they feel about it.”

“All that would do, little girl, is let everyone know how easy it was to get you to take your clothes off for me. Maybe Steve will hear that and think he can finally lose his virginity,” he joked half-heartedly.

“Fuck off, Loki,” you swore. “You’re acting like we’re married! Well, if that happens, please drug me and drag me to the psych ward first.”

Loki pouted and waited a moment, planning his next barb. “You only wish you could be so worthy as to be my wife.”

“I don’t want to be your wife! I don’t want to be here! If fucking you behind closed doors is going to lead to this Dawson’s Creek shit, I may as well set your ass on fire and leave you here in a pile of ash.”

“Such language,” Loki purred, closing in on your again and speaking seductively, his signature move to win an argument. You knew it well, now. “Next time I have you naked in my bed, I’m putting a gag over that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“WILL YOU STOP THAT!?” you yelled, putting a hand on his chest and igniting it, forcing Loki to stumble back. He looked up at you with genuine surprise, and perhaps a little hurt. “Every time we get into this, you just go with the whole forbidden tempter schtick to make me succumb! I’m on to you!”

Loki looked around a moment. “Well then, if you have me so thoroughly figured out, what do you propose, Little Bird?”

“That you let me go on this date with Steve. I don’t like him romantically. I don’t even want to sleep with him, ok? I made a commitment, accident though it was, and I’m just going to honor it. Besides, it’s not like you’ll see me much there anyway. Tony asked me to do a demonstration for the guests.”

“Oh, how lovely,” Loki quipped. “You’re going to set yourself aflame and shake your pert little ass for the elites of New York society! Such dignity!”

You sighed, exasperated. “For fuck’s sake, it’s my debut as an Avenger. They need to see me.”

You and Loki spent moment looking at each other, almost as if a staring contest would determine who was in the right. “I’ve already told you, I don’t do the jealous type.”

“Except you already have, twice,” Loki responded with a small smile. “It’s who I am. I don’t share well, and I never have.”

You snarled, “Well, it’s exhausting. Can’t you just let me do this? As I said, I didn’t exactly raise my hand and jump up and down when he asked me. If I assure you that I’m not actually dating him, will you not lose your head for once?”

Loki bit his lip and cocked his head to the side as he thought it out. “You…you do know what the rules are, remember?”

“Rules?”

“If you disobey me, I punish you. If you go with Steve tomorrow night, I suppose I can behave myself…but I already told you how I felt about him, so don’t be surprised if seeing you with him makes me twitch.”

You felt your spine tingle and your skin go hot. “Does this mean you’re fine with it?”

“Absolutely not,” Loki answered. “As I said, I will need to punish you later for the insolence.”

You looked around the corridor, as if someone was going to round the corner at any moment and bust you.

“And how do you suggest we do that?” you asked meekly, turning your submissive character on.

Loki grinned and his shoulders dropped as you finally gave him the inch he wanted. “Just wait.” With that, he spun around on his heels and began leaving your presence.

“Wait!” you called after him. “When will you teach me my lesson?”

Loki slowly turned back to you and winked. “At the party. In front of everyone.”

Before you could protest, he turned away from you and retreated, leaving you perplexed, furious, and horny as hell in the middle of the hallway.

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The finale of Stravinksy’s Firebird Suite swelled as you completed 16 fouettés and let your hands and ankles glow with blue flames as you spun. You’d spoken with Tony, who suggested throwing together something with more dance elements than acrobatics (the space was too small), and to a soundtrack that “the Boomers” wouldn’t find offensive. Luckily, the dance training you’d had in the circus was enough to bring together a five-minute tableau (set to music you picked unironically in spite of the name). You were no Misty Copeland, but it was the fire you knew they wanted to see anyway, so you biggest worry was not setting the place ablaze.

Steve was in the front row, a big admiring smile on his face. Though you couldn’t see him, you knew Loki was somewhere in the crowd, possibly about to do something drastic. You hoped, however, that he wouldn’t stoop so low as to destroy your presentation.

As the final chord reached a climax, you took your final pose, stretching to the ceiling with one arm, holding the other out behind you, your feet in pointed fourth position. The party goers cheered and applauded, and you could even hear a few “bravas” in the crowd. You took a quick bow as Tony came out onto the floor to join you.

“See? We don’t just smash buildings and save your asses,” Tony spoke up. “We know how to relate to you. The Initiative wants to work with you all to make the world a safer place, so be sure to keep that in mind as we get you drunk and ask you for money.”

The party laughed, and Tony brought up a sound system with a more standard gala soundtrack. He leaned over to you. “I think The Cap was impressed.”

You swallowed hard to stop yourself from sighing. “Okay,” was all you could muster as a reply.

Tony gave you a puzzled look, but he didn’t have time to say anything else before Steve made his way over. The lights came up, and you could see Loki on the other side of the room in an all-black suit, his hair combed back, leaning against a wall with an empty shot glass. His eyes were laser-focused on you from all the way by the door.

God, what is he going to do to me here? You shuddered in anticipation. Shit, he’s hot.

“Y/N, that was a stunning display,” Steve commented.

You felt yourself blush. “Thank you. I needed a little bit of dance training if I was to make anything of my circus act.”

“Well, you were quite a vision,” he admitted.

Oh rats, you thought. He’s actually into me. Am I leading him on?

“Thank you. I have to admit, I’m nervous about meeting some of these people,” you confessed. Steve nodded. “I hope I don’t say something wrong to someone and piss them off.”

“I’ve met some of these people. Only about half of them are snobs, so if you just let them talk about themselves, it’ll work out. Stick with me tonight and you’ll ace it.”

You giggled and let Steve lead you into the party, where several minutes went by with you making small talk in between recitations of the story of how your fire came to be. People were, for the most part, fascinated by you, and you played your role as the ‘relatable’ one rather well. Every other minute, you flicked your eyes over to Loki, who was still hyper-focused on you, but hadn’t moved from the wall.

Maybe he’s just tormenting me by making me THINK he’s going to pull something….

“Good evening,” you heard Loki say as he suddenly appeared at your side.

Damn.

“Oh, Loki, I didn’t even realize you’d made it,” Steve said with a smile. “Where have you been? You must have missed Y/N’s performance.”

“I’m not one for small talk. I prefer enjoying the revelries from the periphery,” he answered. “And no, I did not miss the show. I stood in the back. No sense in being selfish and taking up the front seats when the display is for the investors, yes?”

You held back a laugh as Steve nodded awkwardly. Was a cat fight going to break out?

“However, I did come over to you with a purpose. I must speak with Y/N for a moment,” Loki insisted, looking at you with a wink. You raised an eyebrow as you felt your stomach flutter excitedly.

“You must? Loki, there’s no reason to start something here, you need to—”

“—I’ll be right back, Steve,” you interrupted, breaking free from his arm and standing over by Loki. “For fuc—heaven’s sake, I will be five minutes,” you assured him, making sure to look Loki in the eye and emphasize the last words. Loki smiled and nodded.

“Okay, but call me if he touches you,” Steve requested.

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about that,” Loki replied slowly. “I don’t intend to lay a hand on her.”

You noticed Loki wiggle his fingers discreetly, and suddenly, you felt your cunt go hot with need, a dull, pleasurable ache radiating down your core. It took everything to not react to your sudden arousal. That. Bastard.

Loki motioned for you to follow him back to where he had been standing by the wall. “It will be easier for you to hear me from here,” he reasoned.

“Loki, what the fu---uh---huuuuh!” you began to scold, but instead began moaning as Loki waved a finger again. You were beginning to feel yourself slicken. “No fair!”

“I gave you plenty of warning,” Loki chuckled. “Now, you’re going to stand here with me and listen to me tell you what I’d be doing right now if I didn’t have to mind my manners in front of these people. You’re going to listen to me tell my story, okay, pet?”

“Oh, Loki,” you whispered. “You’re going to drive me insane.”

“Also, that tingle that I know you feel between your legs right now? It’s not going away until I say it is.”

He flicked a finger again, and suddenly the growing heat inside you began pulsing weakly.

“Now, I won’t be forbidding you from doing anything, Fire Bird,” he continued, “but keep in mind, we have to be on our best, most appropriate behavior for our rich friends.”

“I’m getting you back for this, asshole,” you responded. Loki tsked and shook his head.

“My pet, if I could, I would throw you over my shoulder, bring you to the center of this room, tear your dress off, and take you over my knee and spank you until your cheeks were red. In front of everyone here.”

You weren’t flaming, but your face was still burning.

He went on. “Then, I would flip you over and claim your cunt in full view of anyone who wished to watch, so the whole room would know that you belong to me. I would make you shout my name so loudly that the music wouldn’t be able to drown out your shrieks of love for me. I would show our lusty audience what happens when Master’s Pet displeases him.”

Your walls were trembling violently. You were conscious that you were already flooded with desire inside.

“I would make Rogers sit in the front row to watch as I fucked you over and over, so there’d never be any mistake again who owns your pussy and who never will. I’d make you cum over and over, and every time I did, I would look up into that child’s toy mascot’s eyes as you quivered under me and moaned my name, asserting my dominance and skills that he couldn’t possibly aspire to.”

Your knees began shaking, your twat aching for Loki’s cock to fill it in.

“Do you think that bloat of a man could fuck you the way I could? Because I’ll make a confession: I can’t stand the thought of him having what’s mine. Imagining you milking his cock instead of mine irritates me to no end. I want you all to myself, and I would prove it in front of the whole world by going inside you, here and now, giving those investors a presentation of our own.”

“Damn you,” you mumbled.

“You wouldn’t be able to walk for three days after I got through with you, and you would squirm and squeal and enjoy every single moment of it, my little slut,” Loki mused, painting such an overwhelming scenario to punctuate the burning ache between your legs. “Now, tell me, pet, are you still dripping for me down there?”

“Yes,” you breathed your answer as softly as fathomable, pressing your thighs together and trying not to show how turned on you were. “I want your dick inside me, Loki. Hard.”

“That’s interesting,” Loki said. “Because I stopped casting my spell on your desperate, soaked cunt at the Rogers part of my tale, a few moments back.”

“Hey Loki, its been five minutes, now will you leave her alone?” said Steve, having briskly walked over upon seeing the heat rise in your face, which he took for genuine embarrassment. “Do I need to remind you that you are under our responsibility? I’m not in the mood to explain you to anyone.”

“Explain me?” Loki sneered. “What exactly does that mean?”

“I think you know what I mean,” said Steve. “I have you figured out.”

“Oh, you do, now?” Loki raised an eyebrow. “Do share your conclusions with us.”

“You’re in love with Y/N,” Steve spat out his accusation. “But you know you’re too far beneath her, so you resort to what boys all do in school and pick on her to gain her attention. Well, we aren’t children, so unless you plan to grow up any time soon, stay the heck away from her.”

Loki’s face went white at the charge of love. Something inside you got the feeling that Steve’s blunt indictment hit a nerve with him.

“Hey, I can speak for myself, Steve,” you barked at him. “And I’ll thank you to quit trying to be cavalier with me. That’s certainly not the way to my heart, so maybe you’re the one who needs to think again!”

“You looked upset,” he said, defending himself. “What was he saying to you?”

“Why is it any of your business, what he said to me?” you rebounded. “Steve, we can talk in the morning, but I’ll be honest…I just want to leave. Loki was only saying that my dance style was similar to a kind they have on Asgard.” You were beginning to feel a headache coming on as a result of all of this drama, and you began rubbing your temples with your fingers to try and stave it off.

“Y/N,” Loki said softly, his dominant demeanor melting away upon seeing the distress beginning to build behind your eyes. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I will once I get into bed,” you sighed. “Steve, please don’t antagonize Loki anymore, just because you don’t approve of him. It doesn’t make you appear any more manly to pass down judgement like that.”

Steve frowned, a humbling blush creeping up his face. “I apologize, Y/N.”

“Tell Tony I said good night, and that I would have stayed longer, but I got a headache,” you said, making your move to leave.

Before you left the room, you turned back to see Loki’s eyes following you, as you expected. Steve’s back was to you. You held up a subtle finger and mouthed the words “one hour, my room.”

You could barely make it out, but Loki gave a subtle head nod to affirm the appointment. By the time Steve turned around to see who Loki was gesturing at, you’d already slipped off to go upstairs and make ready for the rest of your punishment.

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Silk & Cologne (10)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 10 - Moving

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 2.5K+ words

Warnings: PG for implied family trouble and backstory + watching ppl sleep

Summary: Lisa moves into her new apartment

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My body, mind, and soul hadn’t been the same since that sparring match with Miguel. It had been two days since then, an entire weekend had gone by. Over the course of that weekend, I continued my training with Peter and the others, and when he had a moment away from his normal duties or not out on a mission, Miguel stepped in with some basic workout training.

He had apologized for coming off as too harsh and for being hard on me when we first started my training the other day. Miguel could tell from our match that I had been working hard and swore to not push me so hard and offered for the two of us to make a fresh start. I gladly took it. Since then, we’ve taken the time to try and get better acquainted, making nice small talk as we worked out together. Despite his muscular, edgy nature, Miguel was actually a very decent guy.

While not training at the Spider-Society, I would journey back into my dimension to continue practicing for my first real day of working with my dance team, and I received the call that my new apartment was ready. I packed all my things and took a taxi to my apartment where the moving trucks were waiting for me. The landlord showed us all in and within a matter of hours, my furniture and all my moving boxes were brought inside.

It was a studio apartment, a couple streets down from the dance studio. It would be a bit of a walk over there, but I didn’t mind it too much. I was working through unpacking more of my boxes while I was video chatting Gwen who was hanging out with Hobie back in his dimension after her shift was over with Jessica.

“How much stuff did you bring with you from back home?” Gwen gawked as she watched me unpack another package of kitchen utensils.

“I packed the bare essentials, but of course, leave it to my mother to pack everything extra just in case,” I smiled, rolling my eyes as I unwrapped the cutlery. “Like mom, I think I can survive without a steak knife for a while,”

“So you’re staying in New York permanently?” Gwen asked me with a curious tilt of her head.

“That’s the plan, so long as the team will have me,” I nodded as I put the cutlery in the drawer before going through more boxes. “I needed a change of pace, and this seemed like a good fit for me,”

“Were there not any teams recruiting back home in Toronto?” She asked. “I get that it’s kind of competitive industry and all,”

“There were, but,”  My voice trailed off briefly as my memory circled back to my old stomping grounds before shaking my head. “Like I said, needed a change of pace,”

“Hmmm, was it your folks?” Hobie’s head popped up on the side of the screen, offering me a wave.

“Hobie, this is a private conversation,” Gwen glared playfully at him. “You know, girl talk?”

“I don’t believe in private conversations, to an extent. Can’t blame me for being a little curious, Gweny,” Hobie slouched beside her.

“Sort of? They were- are very supportive, my mom especially. My step-dad, well– It’s kind of complicated,” I shook my head again.

“Ah, the step-parent trope, very touchy topic,” Hobie nodded his head.

“Sorry, Hobie, I don’t feel comfortable talking about this quite yet,” I grumbled softly.

“Alright, alright, respect, I’ll back off,” Hobie rose his hands in a defensive manner, moving away from the feed. “Gweny, don’t stay up too late. We gotta head out early tomorrow, aight?”

“I remember, Hobie,” Gwen smiled knowingly as Hobie ruffled her hair.

“You guys have a mission?” I asked, my eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Yeah, remember back when I was first supposed to bring you back to the Society but Jessica needed me for a mission?” Gwen recalled the memory, watching me nod my head. “Well, we recruited another new Spider-Man from another dimension and Hobie and I are gonna pay him a visit today and check in,”

“Another new Spider-Man?” An intriguing smile formed on my lips. I don’t know why but I found it reassuring that I wouldn't be the only new recruit to the Spider-Society anymore.

“Yeah, Pav, he’s super cool and chill,” Gwen smiled. “I think you’d like him a lot!”

“You’ll have to introduce me sometime on my next visit to HQ,” I suggested.

“Yeah, Hobie has already accepted him into our little squad, so he’s cool,” Gwen grinned. “Once Miguel gives you more training and lets you start dimension hopping, you should come with us and see Pav’s dimension! It’d be so much fun,”

“You honestly think Miguel would let me travel to other dimensions considering the state of my own?” I asked with a surprised look on my face.

“Well he’s warming up to you a bit more right? Maybe he’ll loosen up a bit on his whole ‘multiverse fate’ thing, you know?” Gwen rolled her eyes as she attempted a poor impression of Miguel.

It still made me chuckle as I set aside another box. “I guess it all depends on how my training goes and if I can manage to not use my powers here in my dimension. It still has to figure out if it will even accept me as it’s actual Spider-Woman or not,”

“I know, but hang in there, you’ve come this far, right?” Gwen offered me a reassuring smile before the clock on her watch went off. “Oops, dinner time for us. Don’t overwork yourself, and before I forgot, Miguel said he might stop by later. Lyla made an upgrade for your Gizmo,”

“Alright, sounds good. Later Gwen,” I waved at her before the video feed canceled out and the holographic monitor disappeared from view.

I looked around my apartment. The unboxing of my personal items and furniture were coming along well. I even set up a little curtain doorway at the corner where my bed was so I could actually have a little more privacy. Gwen wasn’t kidding about the time. I should probably grab something to eat too and call it a night.

I quickly cleaned up the mess I had made before cooking up some KD macaroni I bought along with some groceries earlier that morning. Once it was ready, I dumped it all in a large bowl and began to chow down as I looked about my new apartment. It was starting to really come along, but I knew there was still some work to be done.

Especially in between dance rehearsals and now spider-training, I knew it was going to take a while. But it would be worth it.

I glanced over towards the end table next to my couch where I had put a picture frame next to a lamp. I didn’t realize which picture I had put in the frame until my eyes squinted, peering at the image until I realized who was in the picture with mom and I. I had a minor panic, dropping my fork as I bolted over and grabbed the frame to slam it face down, but I caught myself.

My fingers clutched the picture frame tightly as I set it back in place with a shaking hand, pulling away as my hand absentmindedly trailed to one of the faint scars on my stomach as I walked back to my macaroni. It will be worth it.

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Toronto - Canada - 2017 - 6 years ago - 22 years old

I walked through the front door of my family home, a duffel bag in hand, having gotten back from a party with some of my college friends to celebrate graduation next week.

“Mom, I’m back!” I called as I took my shoes off, shutting the door behind me.

“Hey Lisa, did you have fun?” Mom called back.

“Yeah, we went to that new ‘all you can eat’ buffet place that opened at the Eaton Center downtown,” I smiled as I tiredly stalked through the halls of the house looking for my mother. She wasn’t in the living room, so the kitchen maybe?

“Are you stuffed? No room for dessert?” She teased. “We’ve got cake~”

“No room for dessert? Mom, have you met me?” I laughed at her teasing as I entered the kitchen. “Why would–”

Then it hit me. She said we. My brain processed it as I found another figure standing with her in the kitchen, setting down his plate of cake as I took in the familiar presence of a tall Korean male.

“I stopped by Dutch Dreams on the way home,” Jin smiled warmly.

“Jin!” I exclaimed as I dropped my bag at the entryway and practically glided along the smooth wooden floor of the kitchen, wrapping my arms around him. “You’re back early!”

“I wanted to surprise you,” He chuckled softly as he hugged me tightly. “And I have a gift,”

I pulled back from the hug and watched as Jin reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small square shaped present wrapped in beautiful pink wrapping paper. I tore through it, finding a black CD case with pink letters embedded in the middle like it was stamped on. I gasped once I realized what group the CD was for.

“You got me the BLACKPINK album?” My eyes beamed.

“I know you’ve been anticipating its release so I called in a few favors and got an early copy for you,” He smiled proudly, hands on his hips.

Jin worked as a producer for a music record label and idol company in Seoul, South Korea. He had met my mom 10 years ago while she was in that part of the world on a business trip with her company. They hit it off almost instantly. They really tried making it work, going long distance for a while and then when their relationship started to get more serious, he bought a place here so he could work remote during the slow seasons to be close to my mom, and to get to know me better.

He was a kind, hard working man who was passionate about his work and his clients. He made my mom really happy, the happiest I had seen her since dad passed away when I was a kid. If he made her smile a lot more, I suppose he couldn’t be all that bad. So I took a chance, and hadn’t felt the desire to turn back since they got married 4 years ago.

“This isn’t supposed to come out for another few weeks. Thank you, Jin!” I smiled brightly.

“You are most welcome,” He smiled warmly back at me. “That isn’t the only surprise I have for you,”

“What’s up?” I asked, raising a brow at the man.

“Have a seat honey,” My mom patted the barstool next to hers as I sat beside her at the counter. She cut me a piece of cake as Jin sat across from us.

“I had an idea and ran it by your mother, and I wanted to run it by you,” He began as he took a deep breath, as if preparing himself. “How would you feel about coming with me to Korea on my next business trip?”

My eyes widened at the suggestion. I was stunned as mom handed me my plate. “You’re serious?”

“My company is starting an idol boot camp later this summer, and they’re opening it to international candidates. I showed your demo reel to the coaches that will be taking part in it and they were very impressed with your skills, Lisa,” Jin continued on, smiling.

My heart fluttered at the idea that other people liked my performances. “They did? What did they say?”

“All very good things,” Jin nodded his head ecstatically. “They want you to be a part of the program, and if all goes well, should you want it, they could assign you to an idol group of your own,”

My heart was now pounding so hard in my chest, I thought it was going to burst through and do somersaults in the kitchen.

“But only if you want honey,” My mom gently reminded me. “You can come back home at the end of the summer if you’re not feeling up to it, but I think it’s a marvelous opportunity,”

My mind was racing. Me? Traveling to the other side of the world? Where I could learn from some of the best coaches in the industry?

“I would never suggest this if I didn’t think you were up for the challenge,” Jin reassured me as I reached out and took my hands in his gently, squeezing them. “What do you think?”

I looked between him and my mom who offered me a nod of encouragement. I looked up at him with a wide smile. “I want to try,”

The last thing I remembered was listening to that album on repeat until 3:00am.

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Present day - 2023

I stuffed my face with the macaroni as I continued to look at the picture, recalling the good, and the bad. Setting the bowl aside, I walked into my bedroom, pulling the curtain closed before collapsing onto my bed, sighing heavily. It will be worth it, I told myself.

Reaching for my phone and headphones, I opened the Spotify app and scrolled through my list of songs before playing ‘BOOMBAYAH’ on blast, the loud music blocking out the vibrations of messages coming through on my Gizmo. Whether it was Gwen messaging me again or not, I suddenly didn’t have the desire or bother to check. After a few minutes I fell asleep.  

I didn’t end up going back home that summer.

I didn’t notice a portal opening up behind the curtain as Miguel gently pulled it back, finding me asleep.

“That’s why she didn’t answer,” He mumbled.

“Want me to wake her?” Lyla asked through his commlink.

Miguel looked back at the moving boxes, some empty, some still filled who knows what. He shook his head. “No, let her sleep,”

With a gentle hand, Miguel reached out, using the claws of his talons to carefully slip the Gizmo off my wrist before lifting it up to his face. His mask dematerialized as he did some tweaks, opening the lid as he added a modified chip into his hardware. When he was satisfied, he carefully reached down and attached the Gizmo back on her wrist.

She moved, her voice mumbling softly as she began to stir. He froze, watching her carefully like a predator trying not to wake its prey. She shifted, part of her headphones slipping off as Miguel could hear the blaring racket of her music.

“Tonta torpe,” He grumbled as he carefully reached out and took the headphones off her head, powering them off. - You clumsy fool.

He caught one more glance at her slumbering face before he pulled away completely from her, his mask materializing once again as he pulled the curtain closed and jumped through his portal.

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Episode 18 liveblog YIPEE!

Fewer opening notes on this one. I'm gonna attempt liveblogging AND drawing at the same time, let's see how that goes. I'm currently feeling very smug with my advertisement efforts and while I hope to get to spar and vellum today I realized I made Anya kinda thin and that feels...not right for her vibes. So I'm doing Anya again...that's my excuse JGLDKDHDIS she's so...she's like a purse sized friend

Anyways, beginning of this i was not in front of my art tablet so:

"we come as a pair" haha. Cute.

Cloven heart said OUR little brother figure [bugs bunny com meme]

Scientist with a radio tower.....max.....hm. interestinger an interestinger

Yeah josepha you might be the only person in town who wants cloven heart to be the "center" of anything. Why not sindershore? She already works....idk, there? Or in v.n

Vellum just pulls out the papers lmao. Like why not!

Max came up with the schematics... Did max disappear? Yeah. Hm. HM!

Josepha used to be a woodworker? Was I remembering that right or did my brain just make this up.

"We would talk to Thorne" 😬

MAX WHAT

THEIR NAME WAS MAX WHAT?

Did grey have like....a really shitty alias? How old was max??? Fifteen days ago.... Hmmm.

Vellum would know if his uncle was out of town for like 2 and a half months if there was overlap and it took like a day or half a day of a train ride to get back and forth. It's unlikely vellum wouldn't connect those dots

"I was on drugs when I named it I will be honest".josepha is SO good. She's lovely. She's so funny. Oh my god.

"This may not be to your taste of perhaps it is I do not know how you party vellum" NFOSBDKSHDO

"THINK I COULD ROCK THOSE"

"I ALSO DONT KNOW HOW YOU PARTY AGENT VELLUM"

Trying not to burst out laughing in public this is a struggggllleeee

"The belt has 3 slots for arcane cores" I would rather we not go looking for bombs.... But yk. Queer people have plenty of odd hobbies who am I to judge

Okay but like short distance teleportation for someone with a bad leg is a pretty banger deal

"Sometimes you wake up one day and you're retired" In THIS economy?

Also I'm mentioning this out of order bc this episode is being funny faster than I can type, but (I say this with all of the respect) was vellums "I'm sure I'll find other use for you" sultry or was that just Ila's voice? HFOSHSKSBSOS

Spar sounds so depressed. Give this sheep dog some enrichment!

Vellum being like 'Hey you're good we still need to find some more bombs!' he is in fact giving spar some enrichment

"Waiting for this boat and seemingly intent on returninf to clovenheart"

I just squinted with SO much suspicion that that would be diamond

"Is Brunhilde!!!" Dksgsud ok

"Do you say hi to your mom as you're pretending to arrest the chick you dated who you invited into her home on grounds of a repeat assault?" My god

Spar is ~5'8 tati is 5'3 very good to know

~ many hours later, now doing art stuff~

Vellum could fall on this face and STILL look cool

Anya spar and vellum having a snack has gotta go on my to-draw list (my mind is so fast and my hands are so not fast! Ahh!)

OH NEW MIDTRO isk if this was here last episode. OH SHITFUN FACTS? i love blorbo facts

he has written a SYMPHONY? The essentricism is genetic i think.... a smphony baout YEARNING FOR BELONGING? you are handing me a fic idea. NOTE: symphony driven by loss and isolation over being trans, having lost his parents, wanting to find a place where he's accepted

Smooth velvet is his stripper name this episode is just raining fic ideas, huh? (i am joking but also I am not joking. BUt im joking but im not joking....I am deciding if im joking)

DONT BE MEAN TO ISHBALA (spell chat tdb) SPAR!!!!!!

DONT BE MEAN TO GREGGINS EITHER!!! LJKSAFHGLKAHFGLAKSG

greggins binder generator.

[not episode related but im battling between having sincere thoughts about Anya's fashion sense and going "ooooh belly"]

I FEEL LIKE THIS IS PROBLEMATIC AND YOU'RE GONNA GET CANCELLED AND HERE'S WHY

ALSDHGLKASDHGASKGFASGD MY SWORDS A GHOST NOW OHHHH MY GOD I LOVE THEM

SEKITAN WAS A VICTIM....WOAH.......WOOOOAH.

ALTERATION RESISTANT BLOOD? HOOOOLY SHIT. WOAH. WOAH. WAOH MAN. WOW. FUUUUCK. i dont evne......

anya said hey your uhhhh. Your uhh special friend is little stressed. go makeout of whatever. THEY'RE WALKING ARM IN ARM LMAOOOO

ishbala just chose violence SO unprompted

[anya is drawn now for spar and vellum iterations i am...........Well to be fair i am Never very confident going in and it walways turns out okay!!!]

"*he puts a gun in vellums hands* its goot to know you're with someone who can protect you." s;aldfalsfdjaw awhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! SPAR DOESN'T GET PROTECTED SPAR IS ALWAYS THE ONE JUMPING IN FRONT OF THE BULLET DO YOU KJNOW HOW MUCH THIS MEEEEEEEANS TO ME?????

"when you got a good one you keep em" thats it thats spar

spar is correcting vellums stance and vellum must be SCREAMING inside lmao. Vellum focuses SO HARD on everything BUT spar directly behind him and accidentally becomes an expert

ARE THEY ALSO IMPRESSED BY THE SEXUAL TENSION

vellum, full on titanicking it with spar is trying VERY hard to respect boundaries and that is my FAVORITE kind of tension. "I am not making moves because i respect you as a person" is never not entertaining

STOP JUMPSCARING ME WITH THIS FUCKING KISSES I GASPED TOO HARD AND CHOKED ON MY SPIT HOLY FUCK. HOOOLY FUCK.

ughhhhh drawing kisses is such a pain but FUCK do i wanna.

oooh this new outro is so fancy!!!! i love the format changes that are happening here!

im torn between doing another episode tonight and saving it for tomorrow so I can focus fully on drawing.......ill feel out the vibes after i get spar's jaw right. LOVELY episode. spar is making moooooooves!!!!

@threeheartscast i almost forgot!

#edil chats #edil liveblogs three of hearts #three of hearts pod

[inthememetime]

Best Billionaire (Chapter 1/5)

AO3 here! Based off this post!

More under the cut! (Any resemblance of Evon Mush to actual billionaire Elon Musk is definitely not intentional. I definitely am not rooting for Bruce to punch him).

Side note: no pairings, but friendships are made.

The news was fairly normal. Tragedy here, natural disaster there, stocks were down- wait. Vlad narrowed his eyes at the newspaper in his hands, then confirmed it on the computer. Stocks fluctuated constantly, but a 3-point drop in one weekend?

He pressed a button on his landline. "Leslie? Can you get me the Finance and PR departments on the line, please?"

Best Billionaire. Seriously? "Yes sir, it's a US-based contest. Wayne Enterprises is in the lead, followed by Stark Industries, Dalv Co., and LexCorp."

"And what did Wayne and Stark do to get ahead?" He asked.

"Benefits, sir. Wayne lowered employee costs and doubled benefits, while SI kept the same packages but decreased their waiting period."

"Hmm. Get with Benefits, both of you. By Wednesday, I want an in-depth cost analysis of waving the waiting period until 30 days after training," the PR person choked on something, "and let's see what we can do for increasing benefits."

"Yes sir."

"With all due respect Mr. Masters, why even consider it? That's a good chunk of the bottom line."

He tapped the newspaper idly for a moment. "Our stocks have dropped, not because they've innovated new products or changed prices, but because they look like they care. If we don't get ahead of this now, it'll look like we're playing catch-up, and could cause further losses. Best play along, for now, we can afford it."

"Understood."

He made the announcement Thursday morning, effective immediately. Next day, stocks were normal. Next week, up by 5 points.

All was back to normal.

-

He got the call at 3 AM, and vowed to murder someone if it weren't serious. "Yes?"

"Stocks are down 25 points, people are talking about selling shares," his PR person snapped.

Vlad was entirely awake now. "What happened?"

"SI. All employees are now making a living wage, and employees making over that have been given $2/hr raises. Wayne matched them."

"Peanut brittle. And LexCorp?"

"Nothing yet, but they've been going down since the benefits change."

"Match them. Match them, and double tuition reimbursement. How popular is the daycare reimbursement?"

"Nobody's mentioned it, but both companies have it."

"50% reimbursement. Make the announcement, make it big, rent out ad space on every social media site you can, get billboards, whatever you have to do. Don't worry about the budget for this."

"Yes sir."

It was 4:30 when he walked into the building. "Where are we?" He called to the team in the conference room.

"10 points shy of normal, most aren't awake yet."

"Shareholders?"

"They've asked for a meeting next month, might push it up depending on how this goes."

"Good. Keep me posted. This works out, you're all looking at a very nice year-end bonus."

"Will do!"

A few hours later, stocks had returned to normal. He gave himself a little pay cut to make sure the shareholders got their pound of flesh, irritated though he knew he'd never notice the sting.

By that evening, stocks were increasing again, and the expo next week would showcase several dozen new clean energy vehicle designs.

-

As predicted, stocks went through the roof; finally, some success! Daniel, the little rat, didn't agree. "So, heard you're falling behind! Wayne and SI a bit too big for you?"

He barely kept himself from firing an ectoblast. They were in human forms, in a rare (somewhat) peaceable moment. A moment that he intended to pursue with lovely Maddie- before Jack lumbered back in.

"Vladdie! Those are some cool cars, man!"

"Thank you, Jack. Tell me, Maddie, how-"

He was interrupted once again, this time by Maddie knocking a glass of very hot coffee on his lap. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine," he said with gritted teeth.

"You know, Vladdie," Danny said once they headed to the GAV. Ancients, he hated that nickname! Curse Jack for letting it slip near impressionable children. "I know a certain lady who'd be very impressed if you managed to help with the environment."

Oh. Oh, this was a trap, he knew it! But... Maddie...

Ah hell, he needed to one-up Wayne and SI somehow.

"I'll take it into consideration."

-

"Today, on the heels of Dalv Co, Wayne Enterprises, and SI," ha! He was first! "LexCorp finally decided to get in the game and offers 50% tuition reimbursement. Do you think that puts Luthor in the running for Best Billionaire, Tom?"

"Thanks, Aaliyah! Most people are thinking it's ridiculous, a tactic to bump stocks and approval ratings," Vlad snorted. As if they weren't all doing that. "But SI is upping the stakes! In addition to the September Foundation, Tony Stark has vowed 2% of profits will go to 3rd world countries."

He raised an eyebrow. Interesting. Vlad picked up the phone. "Get me Sasha in Accounting and Red in Payroll."

"How would we fare if we matched Stark's donations, thrice over? 5% for the environment, and- what's a charity you like? Sure, 1% to that. Sasha, you can go. Please remember the department meeting Tuesday. We're doing something new."

-

Aaliyah was speaking on the news again. "DalvCo stocks are at a record high this week! Many are flocking to the conglomerate as they are choosing to benefit US environmental and health concerns. SI critics argue that 2% abroad doesn't match 6% in the states. That's 5% to environmental concerns, 1% is going to Flint, Michigan, and 1% to homeless shelters across the US."

He toasted the hijabi-wearing woman on the screen. "Have a lovely day, Ms. Aaliyah. You've certainly made mine."

Before he could turn off the TV, the other anchor spoke. "That's not all, Aaliyah! Wayne Enterprises has gotten permission from the FDA to synthesize insulin! They'll be selling for $20 per bottle, making it possible for the quality of life to increase for millions, at home and abroad."

"You're right, Tom!" Aaliyah's bubbly voice rang out, "Insulin can cost Americans anywhere from $800-2500 per month due to high markups. By selling with such a small profit margin, they are massively undercutting Big Pharma."

"Traitor," he mumbled. "What to do about this?"

-

"What are we doing about this?" Red demanded, striding into his office. "We have dozens of patents for medical technologies, but we're locked into contracts."

"What about the artificial organs?" He asked. He hadn't started with cloning Daniel; no, he planned on cloning Maddie, and started with small things. Skin grafts. Organs. Over the past 10 years, they've been highly successful.

"We can't exactly sell those outside of a hospital."

He nodded, then froze. "Red, what if we didn't? We could announce our prices, make the people drive it down."

"Nobody's going to haggle on an organ," they said, but he could hear the uncertainty.

"On a heart, a pancreas, a lung? Of course not! But on a kidney, liver, skin grafts? There's some time. Besides, combine it with the price listings for the dialysis machines and ventilators, and you'll have a country so angry at the healthcare and insurance industries, they won't care about anything sketchy we do for years."

They nodded, albeit nervously. "Sure."

-

"Thank you for agreeing to join us on air, Mr. Masters."

"Please, just call me Vlad. It's a pleasure to be here."

Sam hadn't stopped cackling since the price lists went out, and Facebook and Twitter went insane. Frankly, Danny was worried for her. Tucker just rolled his eyes and turned the TV up. "Take down the bourgeoisie!"

"Doesn't that mean taking down Vlad?" Jazz asked, sitting down on the floor of Sam's bedroom.

"Are you complaining?"

"No, but I like him a lot more all the way in New York."

"Fair."

"So Vlad," Harriet asked- a favor for something in Wisconsin. He wasn't clear, she didn't press. As long as he didn't go crazy like the Fentons, she had the interview that would bring her back to the big leagues. "Tell me, what inspired you to release those prices?"

"The news, actually. Everyone seemed so surprised by the markup on insulin. I suppose if you spend enough time in an industry, you become desensitized."

"Did you know it would cause rioting?"

Vlad raised an eyebrow- careful, it said- and replied smoothly, "I wasn't surprised when it did. As anyone from the affected companies can tell you, I've been trying to lower prices for years. I have a profit margin that covers the organ growing, transport, and faulty organs, but even if they only charged 10% above that, we're talking thousands of dollars per organ they'd be losing."

"Are these FDA approved?"

"Yes. In fact, we started producing them a decade ago, and they're far safer than an organ donated by someone else."

"And how does that work?" She asked, and he nodded, pleased to be back in safer topics.

"For one, the rejection risk is lowered from upwards of 60% down to just 3%, 1% with the anti-rejection medicines required for all traditional transplants, because they're made with the owner's DNA. These medications, by the way, frequently cause cancer or other unintended harm. For another, a traditional transplant requires two people to be cut open; a donor who may or may not be dead, and the one receiving the organ. That confers certain risks of..."

-

"Are you seeing this?" Pepper demanded, turning up the TV.

"What? I'm working on-"

"Sir, you may want to see this," JARVIS insisted.

Tony popped a blueberry in his mouth and looked up. "Wait, he's been cloning people?!"

"That's what you're focused on? Tony, Wayne Enterprises releases dirt cheap insulin, DalvCo and Vlad Masters are overthrowing the US healthcare system, and we're still getting flack for donating abroad instead of locally!"

"We can't do much about that. Maybe release a new phone?"

"A new phone?! They are improving or saving lives out there! A new phone will have us laughed out into bankruptcy. What about the hearing aids you made for Clint, that new screen reader for Daredevil, or the prosthetic arms, or the braces- any of that?"

"They're not perfect," he argued.

She stared at him and sighed. "If I could turn back time, I'd beat your father to death." Pepper inhaled sharply, then continued in a milder tone. "The hearing impaired person who hears for the first time in years will not care if it isn't perfect. The visually impaired person who has a screen reader miles ahead of the market won't care if the battery needs to be replaced once every 2 years instead of 5. And I promise you, when somebody bed-bound gets braces or a chair that lets them move around of their own free will, they will not care if it requires additional padding."

"But it's not-"

"Quality of Life now? Or perfection when it's too late?"

"Sir, if I may suggest- Ms. Potts is correct. You may also benefit from a larger testing pool."

"I mean, if you think they won't mind the glitches, sure. Go for it."

"Good."

-

"Mobility aids?!" He snapped.

Danny yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Dude, it's 4 am here."

The fruitloop didn't care. "First insulin, now mobility aids- mark my words, Daniel Fenton, I will win!"

Daniel didn't reply.

"Daniel?"

The sounds of snoring reached his ears. "Little wretch," he snapped half-heartedly and hung up.

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