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weasleyreidstyles · 1 month

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a game of wizards chess on a rainy day

~∞~ i've never written for enzo before but my mutuals (love you all🫶🏼) have slowly been turning me into an enzo girlie 🤭🤭 this if for week three of @thatdammchickennugget's hogmarch challenge!!

pairing: enzo berkshire x fem!slytherin reader, platonic mattheo riddle x reader

prompt: wizards chess/"you filthy cheater, we go again!"

warning(s): none its all fluff!!!

The weekend's rainy weather brought with it a sense of serenity and peace as it swept across the Scottish highlands like a flurrying storm. The castle grounds were barren of people, everyone making the unanimous decision to avoid the heavy downpour that had steadily been building in a crescendo all week. The corridors were even emptier, avoided by those who wanted to escape the cold, only the odd person running late to a detention, or for a quick stop in the kitchens, could be seen or heard amongst the chattering painting and silently gliding ghosts.

The common rooms however, were teeming with students, from all year groups. In the Slytherin common room, you and your friends had been some of the lucky few to snag a small grouping of pleated seats, right beside a roaring fire. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that one of said friends was the feared Dark Lord's son, but either way, you were grateful that you could relax by the fire for a few hours, soaking up what little warmth the dungeons could provide in such miserable weather conditions.

Except that you feel anything but relaxed right now. You had somehow found yourself sitting across the small coffee table from Enzo, a fierce game of wizards chess playing out between the two of you. It was common knowledge, between you and your friends, that you absolutely sucked at it, but that didn't stop you from trying, and failing, to beat Enzo at his own favoured game.

You jumped back on your haunches as his bishop savagely destroyed one of your lone pawns and gaped as he jumped up and cheered at his small victory, ignoring the way students around him violently shushed him with scowling faces. Your friends, who only paid sporadic attention to the pair of you, smirked as Enzo sneakily glanced your way, to watch how your face would scrunch in barely restrained irritation.

"And he strikes again!" He says with a cheer, that has Draco glaring at him from over his Potions homework with narrowed eyes. Enzo vehemently ignores him in favour of watching the way your face shifts between a million and one emotions in a split second. "I'm like two moves away from checkmate, sweetheart. Are you sure you can handle losing, again?"

The way he's smirking at you, with mirth painting his face, those brilliantly vibrant eyes of his shining as he stares across the table at you, has a blush fighting it's way up your neck. You scowl at him, menacingly.

"No one likes a show off, Berkshire." You snap, as you move your last remaining rook to take his knight. When Mattheo and Theo snicker from behind you, you turn and rapidly send a glare worthy of one of their own that has them covering their faces to try and hide their laughter from you. Even Draco, who'd been more withdrawn lately, had let out a quiet chuckle.

Sorry love. Mattheo says to you wordlessly and you narrow your glare, solely, on him. But you're not doing a very good job at this.

"Well there's no need to laugh at my misfortune, Matt." You reply and he smirks as he watches the way Enzo looks questioningly between you and him, before he moves another one of his pieces, putting you in checkmate.

You turn towards the table again as you hear the sound of shattering porcelain, watching as your rook is destroyed by his queen, which is now somehow in line with your king piece. You search the board for somewhere you can go, and come up agonisingly empty. You gape at the smug boy across from you.

"You filthy cheater!" You accuse and Enzo sends you a smirk that could bring you to your knees at anytime of the day.

"I did no such thing, sweetheart." He says, but the mischief shining in his russett eyes makes you believe otherwise. "Maybe you should pay attention next time."

His words ignite a challenge within you and you steel yourself as the pair of you become locked into a heated staring contest. In your peripheral, you watch as your friends whisper conspicuously between each other, but you pay them no mind.

Huffing you use your wand to fix and rearrange the pieces to their original positions.

"We go again!" You say resolutely, kneeling closer to the table, as if it would somehow make your wizards chess abilities rise to the surface. But you knew that it was wishful thinking.

Ready to lose again, sweetheart? Enzo speaks to you wordlessly, and your glare intensifies at the way his voice lowers a decibel or two, making it a low rasp in your head. I promise I'll go easy on you. He's smirking to himself as he moves the first piece.

And the cycle continues for another hour, until Blaise lets out an aggrieved sigh and takes your place. You sit beside Pansy huffing as you cross your arms over your chest, casting a look of contempt at Enzo, who does a terrible job of hiding his smug face. After half an hour, their game is a close one, and Blaise only just beats Enzo with a move of pure luck.

The latter comes to sit beside you after that, the game becoming abandoned on the table, an arm reaching across the back of the sofa, hand tracing featherlight patterns against your jumper covered shoulder. He's staring at the side of your face, tracing the way your hair falls in rippling waves as you tilt your head in favour of engrossing yourself in a book instead of focusing on him.

"Still bitter that I won, sweetheart?" He murmurs, leaning in close so that his lips brush the shell of your ear.

The twitch of your lip is the only thing that gives away that you hear him, but you choose to ingore him in favour of finishing the chapter, or at least you try to.

Since Enzo had sat down, you'd read the same sentence at least five times now. He pokes your shoulder with the hand that had been previously caressing it and you turn to him, breath hitching imperceptibly when you realise just how close he is to you.

"I'm only bitter because you cheated. I could've won fair and square." You say, your lips falling into a pout that Enzo desperately wants to kiss away.

"I'm no cheater." He says with enough self assurance that you might be inclined to believe him. "You were the one who turned away from the game."

"Only because Matt distracted me!" You retort, your face moving closer to his on your own accord.

"Perhaps I should put you out of your misery and teach you how to play." He whispers. The tension building between the two of you could be severed by a knife with how palpable the charged atmosphere is.

Said knife appears in the form of Theodore's hushed voice, which sounds fed up as much as it is amused.

"For Salazar's sake, please put us all out of the fucking misery of witnessing this and kiss." It was meant to be a muttered statement between himself and your other friends, but it reaches you nonetheless, causing you to recoil from the close proximity to Enzo, covering your reddening cheeks with your hands.

Enzo doesn't bother to remove his arm from where it practically cradles you into him as he scowls at his best friend. But when you don't move away from his touch, he thanks any god he can think of that you don't shy away from him.

The rest of the afternoon is spent in content silence as you and your friends bask in the murky green glow of the lake, warmed only by the heat of the fire. But you feel heated for a whole other reason, because Enzo's arm is yet to be unwound from your shoulder as you busy yourself with burrowing into his body heat, the position cosy enough for you to settle into finishing your book, and eventually even lulling you to sleep.

Enzo stares down at you with a smile as your book falls limply into his lap. He gingerly picks it up and slides the bookmark, that you'd left on the coffee table, into place before gently putting it on the floor beside your bag. He brings your body closer to his and marvels at the way you instinctively nuzzle your face into his chest, relaxed by the steady beat of his pounding heart.

He places a barely there kiss to the crown of you head and he swears he sees the ghost of a smile gracing your pretty lips.

One day. He'd confess to you one day.

And by the twin looks that he spies on Matt and Theo's faces, that day may come sooner than either of you may think.

~∞~

A little bonus scene:

"I don't understand how the two of them are so oblivious." Pansy says quietly as she watches the way you berate Enzo with no mutinous ammunition behind your words. "They're so obviously in love with eachother."

"Well they are idiots, bella." Theo says with a laugh. "It'll take it being spelled out for them to realise it."

"We cannot meddle with their love lives." Blaise counters, although his glimmering eyes give away that he wants to do exactly that. Draco looks like he agrees.

"Oh come on, B!" Mattheo retorts, a devilish look overtaking his features. "Where's the fun in that?"

"I'll bet twenty galleons that you can't get them to admit it by the end of the month." Pansy offers with a feline smirk and Mattheo's eyes light up in challenge.

"You have yourself a bet, love. Prepared to lose?" He smirks at his friend who only winks back at him before she settles into Theo's side.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." She says and they all turn to watch the way Enzo blatently stares at you, eternal love shining in his russett eyes. "Enzo's looks like he's about to burst with it."

#hogmarch challenge #lorenzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #slytherin boys x reader #fluff #so much fluff

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thatdogmagic · 1 year

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Remember this smug as hell post?

Well, keep it in mind.

I'm going to give some people here the benefit of the doubt and go into this post with the assumption that they genuinely don't know how fucking awful the Tumblr """"porn filters"""" are for images deemed - or reported by users as - 'NSFW.'

This is a rehash of everything I wrote out before, but it's going over all of it in one big post, because this issue with community labels moves well beyond debates over what is and isn't NSFW. There are doublestandards within doublestandards, and no way at all for artists and creators to know for sure if their post is going to get blacklisted.

We're not merely talking about the fact that these filters exist. We're talking about the fact that they are wildly inconsistent, and that reported images aren't seen initially by a person so much as an extremely stupid algorithm. That's why there's the option to say 'this ruling was made in error.'

There are literally no set guidelines for what qualifies as NSFW, and what doesn't, when it comes to nudity, and to what characters those guidelines actually apply. Staff rulings do not match up to one another. They legitimately do not make sense. You cannot divine how a ruling is going to end up, and it is infuriating that staff is jerking us around like this when the platform very clearly wanted artists like us back.

Not only that, they were, yes: that fucking smug about it. In case you forgot, that 'cheater' picture is talking about people who fled the NSFW ban specifically.

Examples follow:

Both of these images were caught by the filters, and then appealed. The first one was (visibly, as you can see) downgraded to Everyone, in spite of the character showing more secondary sex characteristics than the first (breast, visible nipple).

Similarly, a male character showing a pube fluff was left alone, even in spite of being cited in my appeal on the second image.

Last, there is, as noted, this readily available image of Felicia, that you can find by searching 'darkstalkers Felicia' on the search bar. Did people forget that she's bottomless, and those aren't panties?

Using fluff to cover junk is an age-old trick for characters like this. And it clearly isn't a problem with the male character.

Further, you can go through just about any archive and see a ton of images that were not subject to community labels, many of which are much more racy, and much more legitimately "NSFW."

So, yes, beyond the disgust of Tumblr staff treating any body like mine as filthy and inherently sexual in nature, this is also about a system that is arbitrary, penalizes artists for no good reason, and has deeply opaque standards. You never know when a piece of yours is going to run afoul of a bot, or what a staff ruling will ultimately be, or why the ruling is there in the first place.

And that's bullshit. If you think it's anything other than bullshit, you're being a contrarian ass. Especially since a forced label absolutely WILL kill your visibility, where compared to implementing the label yourself. It is punitive, it is punishing, and I will say again: it is completely unnecessary to jerk us around like this when the platform very clearly wanted us back.

And now that we are, we're back to being treated like garbage, constantly having to guess what the rules actually mean, how they apply, and to which sorts of bodies they apply, all while watching our viewcounts on contested posts eat ten kinds of shit.

tl;dr, do not talk to me about 'following rules' when the rules are so ill-defined as to be quite literally useless, to me, and to every other artist on this website.

#tumblr #community labels #content filters #artists on tumblr

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kazutora-kurokawa · 3 months

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Mechanic!Draken x Cheater!Reader

♡ NSFW, Fem Reader, Reader has a bf but he's stupid, Draken owns Shinichiro's old bike shop and has also started working on cars, cheating obviously, pet names, praise + slight degradation towards the end, mention of breeding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!) & creampie ♡

note: I wrote this at 1 am alongside the breeding headcanons I posted because I couldn't sleep plus I'm on my period and I'm feral for fictional men rn

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"Be back soon babe! Going to the mechanic to get the car checked out." Is what you said to your boyfriend before you left out. Not like he cared though, he didn't even bother to look up from his phone to say goodbye. He wouldn't know what was going on behind his back even if he wanted to. It's the little things that really give away what you're up to. The way you dress a little nicer, the bright smile painted on your face, the pep in your step on the way out the door. That's just the things he could see, but doesn't notice. He has no clue about the things that go on behind closed doors. The subtle glances, the touchiness, the suggestive conversations. Who would've guessed that you'd be cheating on him with the mechanic he goes to?

It started around a month ago, that was when you first went with your boyfriend to a small motorcycle shop that just so happened to work on cars too. That was also when you met him. Ryuguji Ken, better known as Draken. He was tall, muscular, handsome, charismatic, and a very skilled mechanic. At first you were slightly intimidated by his stature, but you could tell he was kind hearted. Obviously not kind hearted enough to not fuck his customer's girlfriend though.

The table in the backroom of the shop rocked back and forth as Draken thrusted into your soaked pussy. Hands holding onto your shoulders and strings of curses and praises falling from his lips.

"You feel so good princess, gripping me so fucking tight~"

This was a weekly occurrence. You'd leave your apartment or job and head straight to the bike shop. You'd enter and head right to the backroom, that's where he always is, waiting just for you. He'd bend you over a table, put you up against the wall, or sit on a chair and have you ride him til you creamed all over him.

He liked to take note of everything that was happening in the moment. The little whimpers you produced when he hit a certain spot, the way your nails clawed at the edge of the table, the lewd noises your pussy made when he slammed his dick into you. But the slight bulge he felt when he put one of his hands on your tummy was the tipping point for him, he wanted, no actually he needed to fill your tight cunt with his cum.

"I'm so close baby, is it okay if I fill you up pretty girl?"

All you could do was whine in agreement, not able to form a single word as his thick cock rearranged your guts. He moved his hands to your waist, roughly squeezing your sides as he picked up his pace, ramming into you as deeply as possible. Your incoherent whimpers turned into loud moans of his name as he slid one of his hands between your legs to play with your clit. He knew you were close, he could feel your legs shaking and your pussy clenching around him.

"I fuck you so much better than he does, don't I? If you were mine, I'd be breeding your pretty little pussy everyday. You'd like that wouldn't you, you filthy little cheater?"

You tried to answer him, but your sentences came out all jumbled up. Draken could make out one word in particular though: please. And who was he to deny you the right to be filled to the brim? He continued to fuck you, even after you had already came. His cock overstimulating your messy pussy as he came inside you, leaving you warm and satisfied. As he pulled out he leaned down to kiss you on your shoulder blade.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up princess."

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Tagging @arlerts-angel and @i-literally-cant-with-this

#tokyo revengers #ken ryuguji #tokyo revengers smut #draken #draken x reader #draken smut #feral for fictional men #need a man twice my size to split me in half fr #cw: breeding #the way I'd ride this man #hitting gymnastics moves on it fr

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wannab-urs · 8 months

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 18

Hi friends!! I have 19 absolutely fantastic fics for you this week.

There are so fucking many incredible fics coming out every day in this fandom and I cannot possibly keep up with them all. I am in constant awe of the Pedro fandom and the gorgeous work that comes out of it at a frankly alarming rate.

If you if you're tagging me in stuff and I'm not interacting with it, just know it's on my list and I'll get there eventually <3

As always you can peruse my Spreadsheet here and you can find all my previous fic rec lists here.

Recs below the absolutely stunning photo of our collective husband

a lover's pinch - a joel series by @hier--soir

I love a fuck first, feelings later situation. I love it even more when you have a super fucking hot bathroom fuck with an older man and he ends up being your PROFESSOR!!! God this was fantastic. I really love the way they can't stay away from each other. That one thing that happens in part two, you know the one, had me barking like a rabid dog. This is hot. And it's beautifully written. I'm excited for the feelings to come in.

Mr. Miller - a joel series by @tremendum

I read the first installment of this fic a while ago, I'm assuming before I made the spreadsheet because it wasn't on here. Picked it back up this week and oh my god. Joel is mean, emotionally constipated, a little stupid. Reader is also mean, emotionally constipated, and a little stupid. The way these two crash into each other, a little violent, a lot desperate... it's gorgeous and devastating. I could read about these two forever

Revenge - a Dave York one shot by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Forced cucking is hot idgaf. In this one, your husband is a blatant and unrepentant cheater and his boss helps you get back at him. Dave is sexy and menacing in this. There's subtle hints to his darker side, but it's never directed at you. He takes care of you in a way your husband never has and makes your husband watch the whole thing -- without anything more than his words btw. Husband isn't tied down, he's just terrified.

I know it when I see it - a Joel series by @bageldaddy

Pornstar!joel, pornstar!reader, set in the 70s (? nixon?) the fucking golden age of porn. This isn't your usual "aspiring porn actress fucks big bad joel miller and gets hooked" fic, even though it is that kind of fic. It's a really fresh take, with some really fucking good emotional dynamics and shit going on. The smut is filthy, dirty, gorgeous, delicious, perfect -- but the emotional grit in there with it? The struggles that both reader and Joel are experiencing and the way they're navigating (or failing to navigate) them? Stunning. I'm so invested in this series

Yes, Chef - a Joel series by @sempersirens

Mean.... secretly soft.... Joel. I love this! It's a Chef!Joel AU and the reader is a chef in his kitchen. They start secretly hooking up. I love the way this is written so much??? The angst is so good also. I cannot wait to read more of this.

The Layover - a Frankie series by @goodwithcheese

This fic, man. God damn. Reader kept pissing me off (this is a compliment, btw, i love it when reader makes me feel things) because of all her hang ups with Frankie. Frankie is so perfect. He's soft, caring, sweet. He's worked on his trauma and come such a long way and he's such a good dad. Reader is a wonderful mom and I see where she's coming from with all of her decisions even if they make me SCREAM. And the reason it makes me scream when she pushes Frankie away is because when they meet in the middle? When they get all tangled up in each other after days or weeks of staying away? It's stunning, mind blowing, earth shattering. I don't know how anyone could resist

The House - a Jack series by @gemmahale

Okay I kinda fucked up and only read the first chapter of this series because I have ADHD and I had to go do something and then I never went back. BUT seeing it on my list just reminded me how fucking excited I am to read this. The first chapter sets up such a good story. I love the suspense... Why does statesman give a fuck about her dad's land? How does she know Jack? How well does she know Jack? AHHHH what is going ON???? I'm immediately reading more of this after posting the digest bc oh my god???

Common Grounds - a Marcus Pike series by @whataperfectwasteoftime

I am, as usual, absolutely in love with the way Penny writes Marcus. I love love love reader's backstory and that she's an artist. I loved her kind of pining for him while he waited for Teresa and I adored everything after she dumps him. I just... AH. And like... in this one... he has this darker undertone? Some of that inner turmoil jumping out maybe idk, but it made the smut gorgeous. I was in awe, for real. He's so gentle and sweet with reader in the coffee shop and on their dates and stuff and then he just kind of snaps, but even then there's like a feeling that he's restraining himself? It's unbelievably hot. No one does Dom Marcus quite like Penny... got me fuckin droolin got DAMN

Friendly Competition - a TF boys (no Tom, and mostly Frankie) one shot by @absurdthirst

This was so hot. Literally reader just gets blindfolded and dicked down by all the boys and Frankie is a sex god. Perfect. And there's some really cute feelings in there too. There's more installments to this as well and they are just as fucking lovely. I loved the plot twist in the second one -- was not expecting that. God absurdthirst really is out here writing down all my fantasies....

Go ahead and cry little girl - aJack one shot by @xdaddysprincessxx

Okay obviously I love this because Reader is called Agent Gin... but also reader does a little sex work on the side and she accidentally sends a lil somethin somethin to Jack and he goes all Daddy on her and it is SO FuCKING HoT OH MY GOd

Eat - a Joel one shot by @notjustjavierpena

Men suck, usually, and won't put in the effort to make you cum with their mouth. And this is why reader doesn't really ever ask for it or even want it.. it's a waste of time. Oh but our lovely dbf!Joel proves her so very wrong in this fic. Joel is so soft and sweet and sexy in this UGH

The right wrong number - a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

I read more than one wrong number fic this week lol. Anyway this was SO hot. Joel is a dirty talking god in this. and then the like slow build up with the soccer coach? The way they are so totally dancing around flirting with each other and Sarah is egging it on and then by pure chance they find out.... HE was the dirty talking dom with the gorgeous cock? Excellent. This is so good UGH. I want a part two in that sex club.

Gotta Start With a Good Foundation - a Joel one shot by @bonezone44

This is a part of a series called Sacred Spaces where Reader and Joel talk to each other, no actual smut, and.... just give it a read. I love these so much. This one is kind of a dom/sub relationship negotiation thing and it's gorgeous

In Every Lifetime - an Ezra series by @xdaddysprincessxx

Witch!Reader and Demon!Ezra!!!! I love this. I love the setting. The mysterious spell book. The ritual. I'm so excited to see where this goes. Demon Ezra is sexy omg

Late Night Texts - a Javi P series by @undercoverpena

SOFT JAVI ALERT!!!! Set after the events of season 3, Javi is back in Laredo and he's lonely. Then he gets a text from a wrong number and subsequently racks up the biggest phone bill the year 2000 has ever seen. This fic is soft and sweet and flirty and adorable with a touch of angst (long distance things). The smut is sequestered in bonus scenes if you want to skip it, but it's so worth reading. It's so good. I love this fic AHHHH

Bad Idea, Right - a Dieter one shot by @proxima-writes

Yes, hooking up with your ex is usually a bad idea. Especially when it's Dieter Bravo. But I sure as shit wouldn't say no. Guys.... Proxima made the motherfucker CRAWL. If my ex dieter is crawling across the floor to eat me out... who am i to say no. Seems like a great idea actually. Also they're both still clearly down bad for each other and we love that.

Hard Work Gets Rewarded - a Joel and his crew one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

This is like... if you looked at my search history -- if I had one ;) -- you would find this. Straight out of my depraved fantasies you've got contractor!Joel and his very sexy crew giving you the fuck of a lifetime. We got a little breeding kink, a little DVP, a little cum on every part of your body, situation. This is... so hot.

like rabbits blinded by the light - a Joel one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Yeah so I read a depraved smut fantasy and then jumped on over to this. This is stunning, emotional. it has depth. I love the way Joel finds her and I love the way they stick together and I love the ending. This is sad and sweet, a little painful, very human. I loved it

the world tipped on its side - a Frankie series by @idolatrybarbie

Chronic pain havers -- you will love this one!! Reader has chronic pain from an injury. I'm two chapters in and I'm hooked. There's a lot of trauma and fucked up shit swirling around in both reader and Frankie's heads and it's just under the surface as of chapter two. I love the set up here -- stunt coordinator!reader and stunt pilot!Frankie -- it's really interesting and not something I've read before. (i think i did read a stunt pilot!Frankie / actor!reader / actor!Dieter thing once though lemme know if y'all want that link). Bea writes beautifully and I'm so excited for more of this series.

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Wanna bet?, Lingerie, Morning, Afternoon, and Evening - Dieter one shots by @write-and-buried

I'm being so for real right now Every Single Fic by @prolix-yuy - I have almost her entire masterlist on my spreadsheet and this seemed easier than linking them all.

And the same for like everything by @ezrasbirdie, I have so many of their fics on my list.

---------------- my fics --------------------

My most recent fic is This Night Has Opened My Eyes - a Javi P one shot.

--- I have written for Joel, Frankie, Ezra, Javi P, Mr. Ben, Veracruz, Max Phillips, and my darling boy Dieter, you can find those here

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Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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beelsnack · 8 months

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Welcome back!

How about headcanons with some casual intimacy? Like demons guys of your choice just sitting on the floor for some reason and Mc just puts their legs over the boys shoulders? Just to chill and sit like that.

Sorry if it's confusing

No worries Nonnie, I got you!! I think I'm going to pick Levi, Belphie, and Mammon, mainly because I think they would be the most surprised by it.

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Mammon: It wasn't often that Mammon could be found concentrating so hard on something, even less so when the thing he was concentrating on wasn't money-related. But Levi had been ranting and raving about this new manga that came out, and the plot had been intriguing enough for Mammon to pick it up.

(Translation: Levi had left it on the couch in the living room and Mammon decided that meant he could read it.)

Usually the manga that Levi liked didn't have enough action to keep him entertained, but this particular murder mystery gripped him by the throat and before he knew it he was almost done with the first volume and contemplating asking Levi if he could borrow the second.

"Did Levi convince you to read that one too?"

Mammon felt a pair of arms wrap loosely around his shoulders before someone rested their chin against the crook of his neck. There was only one person with that much of a lack of self-preservation instinct.

"Jeez, human, you've got some nerve sneaking up on the Great Mammon like that!" Mammon huffed, twisting around in their grip to glare at them. It must not have had the heat in it that he wanted it to, because the human merely grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I didn't sneak up on you, you were so into the manga that you didn't notice me."

"Whatever," he grumbled, cheeks hot. "Most people would at least hesitate to hug one of the seven rulers of Hell without warning."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I didn't say that!"

Levi: "If you hit me with that blue shell, I swear to - Levi!"

Leviathan cackled as the human's character spun out of control. "Out of my way, normie, I've got a Demario Kart race to win!"

"You suck!" the human whined, kicking at Levi's hip from where they sat sideways on the sofa next to him. "Enjoy your ill-gotten victory, you filthy cheater."

"It's not cheating if I use an item that the game gives you!"

"It's dirty!" Despite their harsh words, the human was grinning as they finally regained control of their car. "I hope you fall off of the track."

"Someone is a sore loser," Levi grinned.

"You haven't even won yet!"

They had been sitting with their legs folded for the better part of an hour, so the human desperately needed to stretch their legs. Instead of turning their body to sit with their feet on the floor like a normal person, they unfolded their legs and laid them directly in Levi's lap.

"Huh - wha - I - wh-wh-what are you doing?" Levi stammered, hands slipping off of the controller at the sudden invasion of his personal space.

"Stretching."

"Oh, and I'm playing dirty?" he grumbled, fumbling around until he finally got his hands back into the correct position on the controller. When he looked back at the screen, the human's character whizzed past him and over the finish line.

"That was cheap," Levi frowned.

"Womp womp."

Belphie: "Why is your sleep schedule so messed up?"

Belphegor had texted the human at 1:00 am with instructions to meet him outside because the stars were pretty and he wanted to stargaze with them. They never thought that the Avatar of Sloth would have sleep problems, but then again, he slept so much during the day that he was basically nocturnal.

"You could have said no," Belphie shrugged from where he was leaning against the wall of the garden.

"But then I don't get to spend any time with you because you nap the whole day," the human shot back, rubbing at their eyes groggily. "So you get sleepy human and you're gonna like it."

"Hm," he hummed. "I don't mind sleepy human, though. You're cute when you're sleepy."

The human mumbled something before shifting around. Belphie was about to ask them what they were doing before they rested their head in his lap.

"Can I help you?" he asked instead.

"Yes, by shutting up."

They kept their eyes closed, and Belphie was secretly glad because he could feel his cheeks getting hot. "Why?"

"You said you like sleepy human, so you're getting sleepy human."

"...Alright then," Belphie finally relented, bringing his hand down to idly stroke their hair. "I guess this is okay."

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Cheater | Five | 18+

This is the view you'd kinda have in this chapter

☆ Pairing: Idol!Jaehyun x Female reader x Idol!Mark

☆ Genre: smut, slight angst

☆ Word count: 3.1 K

☆ Warnings: Infidelity, toxic relationship, cursing, dirty talk, shower sex, dom!jaehyun, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), getting caught cheating twice?, a broken friendship, mentions of throwing up and being sick, pwp, filth as always.

☆ Prompt of the series: What should’ve been just a simple visit to your boyfriend, turned into a night of filthy pleasure with his friend when you both notice that you were alone at the dorm.

☆ A/n: Chapter 5 is finally here!! I'm sooo sorry it took me this long to update this series, but you know, sometimes life is not easy and I really wasn't in the mood to write, but I'm back and I hope you like it as much as I do. I'm still debating myself if giving this story a happy ending or make them suffer. Let me know what would you like best. Please leave feedback, like and reblog.

Also, it's 1:45 am and I need to sleep, so this isn’t proofread.

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Jaehyun went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, at that moment Jungwoo took the opportunity to go to his room to get his pajamas and other things he needed to spend the night in Mark's room, and that's where he found you naked in Jaehyun's bed. He was stunned to see you there, the words stuck in his throat unable to get them out. When Jaehyun returned to his room he found him standing frozen there, looking at you.

"Jungwoo, what are you doing here?" Jaehyun asked nervously and hurried to close the door.

"No, no, no... This is also my room. What is SHE doing here?" realization suddenly hit him, "Oh my God, the lewd noises from before were you both!" he said, holding his hands to his head, his face contorting in horror.

"Woo, I can explain everything, but please keep your voice down!" You hastened to say as you covered your breasts with the sheets.

"What are you supposed to explain? It's pretty obvious why you're naked in Jaehyun's bed. Besides, the one you owe an explanation to is Mark, not me." After a few seconds of silence while Jungwoo looked at you both with anger and disappointment, Jaehyun tried to talk.

"Jungwoo, listen. It's not wha-"

"Shut up!" he cut him off, "I can't believe it Jaehyun. It's Y/N, your friend's girlfriend!" he said pointing at you frantically as if Jaehyun was an idiot and hadn't really realized who you were. "How could you do this to Mark? And you..." he turned to look at you, "you're going to break his heart into a million pieces, Y/N."

"I know it and for that very reason, please, please, please don't say anything to Mark, let me be the one to tell him at the right time." you begged.

"Right time? Tell me Y/N, when is the right time to tell your boyfriend that you had sex with his friend/bandmate in the next room when he was seriously injured?" if looks could kill, by that time you would be dead, "and you, Jaehyun, do you realize all the consequences this could bring, not only to you and Mark but to all the members? No, I bet you don't because you clearly think with your cock, not your brain. You're both scum and I don't want to be part of this, so don't even think I'm going to keep it a secret."

"I swear we're gonna talk to him once he's feeling better, but please don't say anything to him, at least not now. I know we have no right to ask you such a thing or get you involved into this, but we really need you to keep this a secret." Jaehyun said, reaching out to his friend, who rejected him.

"Alright, I'm not going to say anything to Mark, not for your sake, but for his. An emotional blow this strong right now would destroy him completely. He has had enough," said, sighing heavily. "and I don't want to know you're still here tomorrow morning, Y/N." He stated just before leaving and slamming the bedroom door.

"Can't believe what just happened," Jeahyun said, dropping down on his bed next to you, hands on his face covering his eyes in embarrassment.

"What are we going to do?! If Jungwoo says something, we're screwed, Jaehyun!" you started to panic, "This could be the end of your friendship with all the guys, of the group... of everything!"

"Hey, look at me! Calm down Y/N, we're going to be okay," he said as he took your cheeks in his hands and kissed your forehead, "I'm sure Jungwoo as angry as he is, isn't going to say anything, at least not for now. In the meantime, you and I will figure out the best way to solve all this, you'll see. We still have time."

"I hope so!" You blew up a sigh, choosing to believe in Jaehyun.

It had been weeks since you were discovered by Jungwoo and he'd kept his promise not to say anything to Mark but was finding it extremely difficult to hide his hatred for Jaehyun, especially when they had practice or performance together, so the other guys were starting to notice that something was going on between them, but of course, no one suspected it was something related to you or so.

Every time he saw Mark talk to Jaehyun and call him a friend, his stomach churned with disgust and anger. He couldn't believe how it was possible that after what Jaehyun had done to Mark, he still had the nerve to look him in the eye, smile at him, and treat him as if nothing had ever happened.

Repugnance, disgust, and hate were exactly what Jungwoo felt for both of you, but so much more for Jaehyun.

"I think she's seeing someone else," Mark said out of the blue, trying to sit on the couch.

Johnny went to Mark's dorm to spend the evening with him since the other guys had scheduled all day long, so Mark took the opportunity of the two of them being alone to share something that had been on his mind for a while but he didn't really feel comfortable to talk about it with anyone other than Johnny.

"Again, Mark?" Johnny asked, looking up from his cell phone and helping his friend, "Seriously, what's making you think that?"

"I don't know, I can just sense it, man."

"So, she hasn't actually done anything to make you think she's cheating on you, it's just something you feel?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, I know it sounds stupid, but it's something you know...I've been thinking about for a while now."

"I think being stuck here in the dorm for so long is messing with your mind. You need to focus on your recovery, not on thinking nonsenses," he laughed in amusement.

"I'm serious Johnny, while she hasn't given me any real reason to be suspicious, the truth is that she' been behaving differently."

"Explain yourself,"

"She used to always call or text me to say hi or ask when we could meet and when I would tell her that I couldn't, she would get upset or sad, but a few weeks before the accident she stopped looking for me, and when I would call her and ask to hang out, then she would always tell me that she was too busy with work, tired or would go out of town to visit her family, I noticed that she didn't care anymore whether to meet me or not, she seemed to have lost interest in me,"

"Okay, I see... have you thought that maybe, she understood that your life as an idol is very busy and just stopped waiting for you to be available to her and decided to focus on her own interests? Besides, as far as I know, she's been very attentive to you since you were discharged from the hospital and went back to the dorm. She comes to visit you very often, doesn't she?"

"Yes, but although she is very kind to me and helps me in any way she can, I can feel the atmosphere a little uncomfortable. I don't know how to describe it, but it's just not the same anymore," he said, looking down at his feet, ashamed. "it doesn't feel like my girlfriend is visiting me but a nurse or just a friend, if you know what I mean,"

"I'm not sure..."

"She hardly ever kisses me anymore and when she does, it's just a quick little peck, let alone something else," he blushed a bit.

"You mean sex?"

"Mmm, yeah. Too much information, I know. Sorry." the blush in his cheeks intensified.

Johnny chuckled, "Take it easy Mark, you're recovering from a pretty bad accident, it's logical that not much will happen between you since you're still a little hurt. I mean, you even still need some help to move!"

"I know, I know and I don't want to sound paranoid but-"

Johnny laughed again, "Well, I'm sorry but you already do, dude,"

"No, really. I feel like she still loves me but maybe as a friend, not as her boyfriend anymore. You can feel the atmosphere of awkwardness when I try to make a move on her and at the same time, I see like a special gleam in her eyes, a gleam I've never seen in her before and I know deep down that it's not because of me, it's something else,"

"Normally I would tell you to always follow your intuition, but Mark, Y/N has been my friend for many years, I can tell that I know her very well and I know she's been in love with you from the moment I introduced you guys."

"Well, maybe she has changed her mind," he shrugged.

"I can assure you that's not the case, but if it makes you feel a little more at ease, I can take her out to lunch one of these days and see if I manage to find out something, I just need to match our schedules."

"You'd really do that for me?" Mark asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, well... it's not like I'm going to ask her directly, but I'll be able to observe her well and as I've told you, I've known her for a long time, if there's anything weird, believe me I'll notice it right away,"

"Thanks, mate. I'm really sorry for dragging you into this, but I don't know what else I could do since she never tells me anything."

"You're welcome, that's what friends are for. And now, cheer up! You need to get back on your feet and in no time you'll be back to rehearsing and performing with all of us." Johnny said, patting his shoulder to comfort him.

You had not planned for Jaehyun to stay at your place, but it seemed that you had eaten some spoiled food or something last night and felt quite bad, so he sat on the floor next to you, pulling your hair up and rubbing your back while you emptied it all in the toilet. Then, he carried you to your bedroom, helped you to change your clothes, and stayed the night taking care of you.

The next morning you woke up with the sun's rays on your face, feeling Jaehyun's arms around you as you tried to move.

"Good morning," Jaehyun said softly, kissing your shoulder and stroking your hair. His touch brought you back to reality, and you smiled when you saw him.

"Hey, morning," you say quietly, stroking his face.

"How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?" he asked, looking at you worriedly.

“I feel very good and yeah, I slept well. You?” You slept better than well. Jaehyun spooned you all night, keeping your body nice and warm. You felt absolutely refreshed, having not even woken up once during the night.

“Awesome,” Jaehyun responded smiling widely, his cute dimples appearing on his face.

“Do you have anywhere to be today, or do you wanna stick around for a bit?” You rubbed your eyes groggily as you sat up straight.

"I have to go to the company, but there's no rush, I can head out after breakfast.” He said, pulling himself from the warm comfort of your bed.

"Great, I'm so hungry but I better take a shower first, you’re welcome to join me, if not then go get breakfast ready." You offered, disappearing into the bathroom, and before you could even start to run the shower, you saw Jaehyun desperately taking his clothes off. You couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness.

You loved bathing and taking showers with Jaehyun. Watching him wet and naked always lit a fire in your core in an inexplicable way, and today was no exception. You watched the water running down his delicious toned body, and roll down the curves of his ass, the muscles on his back flexing as he washed his face and hair.

“So, are you just gonna watch me shower or what?" He chuckled, amused.

"I can't help but enjoy the view," You said with a cocky side smile.

Jaehyun kissed you gently on the lips first, and then he started to kiss down your jawline towards your neck. Water dripping down your chest making your nipples erect. You let out a soft moan as he bit down on your skin, sucking on it gently while swirling his tongue on that sweet spot in the crook of your neck.

Your hands started to roam his firm torso, feeling his muscles. You wanted to give his body the proper attention it deserved, so you kept running your fingertips down his solid chest until they brushed over the ridges of his abs. You licked your lips, eager to run your tongue over the skin there.

He had just the lightest happy trail leading you right to your favorite part of his body. Your eyes traveled back up his body until you locked eyes with him, where you found him staring at you hungrily.

“Jae, can I…?” You asked, blinking innocently bitting your lower lip.

His eyes widened ever so slightly. “Yes! God, yes, please. But wait, are you sure you're no longer nauseous?”

"I'm perfectly fine, babe." You pushed him back and dropped to your knees, tipping your chin up to maintain eye contact.

Jaehyun inhaled sharply as he felt your fingers wrapping around his shaft. Your eyes stayed on him as you leaned forward, sticking your tongue out flat as you ran it up the underside of his dick. Though he didn’t make a noise, you noticed the way his eyelashes fluttered and his gaze darkened.

You placed wet kisses at the tip of his cock before you began to take him slowly into your mouth. You wanted him to feel every inch of your mouth as it surrounded him, desperate to break his steady demeanor.

One of his hands came to the side of your face to brush your hair away, his thumb stroking your cheek lovingly.

"You love sucking my cock, don't you?"

You batted your eyelashes up at him, your mouth still wrapped around his dick. You weren’t quite ready to pull away, so you just nodded your head, careful not to let any bit of his cock slip out. The way Jaehyun smirked back down at you sent warmth straight between your cunt, causing you to squeeze your knees together from where you knelt on the floor.

Yeah, you were absolutely loving this. Something about having this power over Jaehyun, even as he stared down at you with such a domineering gaze, turned you on beyond words. You let him set the pace with his hand at the back of your head. He was gentle with you, but you knew he was holding back.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he told you, his hand coming to join the other at the back of your head, stroking your hair softly.

Encouraged by his praise, you attempted to take just one extra inch inside your mouth on your next downstroke.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, just as he slipped past the resistance of your gag reflex and you dug your nails into his tighs.

When you opened your eyes to look up at him, you were awfully pleased to see his head thrown back, and his face screwed up in pleasure, so you continued taking more and more of his dick even though your jaw ached and your throat was becoming sore. It was all worth it for the moans and groans you were pulling out of him.

“Oh, oh shit!“ Jaehyun suddenly said, his hands tugging harshly on your hair to pull your mouth off of him. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I just need you to stop.”

Standing from the floor, you wiped your mouth and chin with the back of your hand. Jaehyun didn’t waste much time and reached down to your legs lifting them around his waist, pressing you against the cold shower walls. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him for a kiss.

“I wonder how wet you really are…” he said reaching down your cunt and spreading your folds with his fingers. He gently teased you as he felt you squirm under his touch. “Ready?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you responded.

As he sank into you, you both let out sighs of pleasure. Jaehyun set a fast pace inside of you that had you moaning every time he bottomed out. He was also muttering words of praise, but you could barely focus on anything besides the way he was pushing into your g-spot.

You moaned his name, louder and louder as he picked up his pace even more.

"Are you close?” he asked, leaning forward to press his forehead into yours. “God, how are you so tight?”

You nodded. “I-I’m so close, Jae. Please, please, don’t stop.” Somewhere, in the back of your head, you knew you were being too loud, there was no way there wouldn’t be a noise complaint called into your landlord, but you couldn't help, Jaehyun was driving into you at a consistently breathtaking pace. All you could think about was the delicious way he felt inside of you.

You were almost seeing stars, the heat in your belly was ready to spread flames and engulf your entire body, but suddenly a loud bang on the door startled the two of you.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

Mark was standing in the doorframe with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, staring at the scene with a blank stare, as if he couldn't believe what his eyes were witnessing at that moment.

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The One I've Been Waiting For {Part 12 of 13}

Word count: 2 K

Summary: Billy Hargrove is just one of the many students you're supposed to help. The last thing you expect from your interaction is that he'll start flirtt with you... Much less that Billy would stir up feelings you'd rather keep hidden. Despite the mutual sentiments that soon enough start to grow, there are a lot of reasons for whatever it is to be left alone, and one of them is your age...

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

A/N: In this story, reader is 5 years older than Billy, who's 18.

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The Journey Ahead

You look like three kids, caught red-handed doing something wrong. But you're not kids, and this man isn't going to lecture you. He's just mad at Billy, for no reason. And probably mad at you too.

Billy is quick to pull you, hiding you behind his shoulder.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Neil barks, stepping forward. “I told you I don't want your sluts under my roof!”

“She's not a slut.” Billy yells back, and you hold his arm.

“B, don't.” You whisper in his ear.

Neil suddenly laughs, a dirty, disturbing noise. “I know you, little girl.” He says, a finger pointing at you. “You came here disguised as a teacher to Maxine.” He giggles. “What were you teaching Billy, huh? How to properly screw a girl? Because I need no lessons about that.”

Billy doesn't say anything, he just moves.

The next thing you know is that he's onto Neil, throwing a punch on his jaw that makes him fall back. But the asshole stands back up, and that's when the fight begins.

Your eyes can barely follow the commotion. All you know is that Billy gets hit as much as he hits his father back. “Billy, please, stop!” Susan yells, and you give her a hard look.

You have nothing against her, but right now, seeing as she seems to worry more about Neil, the cheater, who beats up his son, snaps a button on you. So you walk over to her, slapping her hard in the face. Her head jerks to the side, hair flipping violently. “You're an imbecile for marrying this man!” You shout, tears staining your cheeks.

Turning your attention back to the two men, you know you have to intervene. But you'll probably just get hurt, and distract Billy, making him get hurt as well. You just want to leave this place, you just want to go home. Take Billy home, away from this constant nightmare he lives in. “Billy, please.” You beg, wiping some tears away. “Let's go.”

“You're damn right!” Neil grunts, giving Billy a hard push, and making him step away. “I want you out of this damn house.” He barks, making his way inside. Billy follows him, and so do you, trying to reach him. But he's too fast, but you understand what Neil means when you get to Billy's bedroom. That devil is pulling all of Billy's stuff off his wardrobe and drawers, making a huge mess. “I want you out! I'm done with you and your filthy cunts!” As Neil screams, you look at Billy.

He's frozen, eyes on the clothes scattered around. It doesn't even look like he's breathing. Then, you know exactly what to do. There's no doubt, no second thoughts. Billy is getting out of this house right now.

Without saying anything, you go for his bed, pulling the two pieces of baggage he has underneath, and putting them on the bed. He's already looking at you when you glance at him, utterly confused. “Pack your things.” You tell him, your voice barely being heard above all the insults Neil is vomiting.

But Billy understands, and, hesitantly at first, he joins you, taking all of his stuff and shoving them inside the baggage.

Then, whatever Neil says doesn't matter. He's still yelling, but it doesn't matter. Nothing else matters but the fact that you're both going home.

After he rushes to the bathroom to get his things, you're both off, quickly leaving the house under Neil's insults.

“Wait!” Someone calls, and you both look over your shoulders. Max comes walking fast with pieces of baggage of herself, her mother right behind her. “Please, I can't stay here anymore.”

Billy looks at you, and you simply nod. “C'mon.”

She doesn't take half a second to move. “Maxine, please.” Susan cries as you put everything in the trunk. “We can fix it. We can-”

“No, we can't. I don't wanna live in this hell anymore.” Max mutters as she gets into the back seat. Then, both you and Billy get inside the car, and he drives away.

°°°

You were still in Hawkins, but it felt like Billy was in California already. The moment you got home, as you helped him settle down, giving him some space among your things, you felt he was much lighter. You could see it in his eyes, on his posture, that a burden has been lifted.

And even more, as the days pass by.

The news got out fast, and people started talking. But you don't care.

The only important thing now is that Billy is happy. And so is Max, because she's been living with you, ever since that day. Susan comes to visit her, and you have nothing against it. Neil is the one you'd have kicked out if he ever dared to come here. But Susan is ok, you don't enjoy her presence very much, but you manage to be kind. She wants Maxine to go back home, but the girl refuses.

As Summer draws near, you start making more solid plans. The transferring papers are settled, and next semester will be at the University of California. Billy's final exams are coming, and you've been helping him get the best grades possible. But he's not as restless now about going to California, but he still can't stop talking about it. And you're excited too. It'll be something new, something adventurous. And you want to do this, maybe as bad as he wants it.

°°°

Billy has the map on the kitchen table, the road he'll use to get from Hawkins to California highlighted with a red marker. He could do it in one go, but he doesn't want to make her anxious. So he'll drive around eight hours every day and stop for the night.

“There are several hotels on the way there, so we won't have problems with finding places to crash.” He says as (Y/N) bends over the map, eyes following the red line.

“It's a long way.” She says, a finger above California. “I never did anything like that. It'll be fun.” She looks up at him and smiles, the smile that always melts his heart, every single time.

“It sure will.” Billy walks over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest. “But if you think it's too much to spend all that time on the road you can go by plane and we'll meet there.” Billy wants to make sure she's comfortable, he knows how anxious she can get.

“No, baby. I wanna go with you. I'll be fine.” (Y/N) holds the collar of his shirt, those kind eyes locked on his. “I feel safe with you behind the wheel and we'll take turns so we won't get too tired.”

Knowing she trusts him with a car, despite his reputation of driving like crazy, makes him smile. When she's with him, Billy keeps it safe, always under the speed limit. “Alright. But if you feel anxious or restless tell me and we'll make a pause.”

“Alright.” She says, mirroring his tone before tiptoeing to kiss him.

“Hey, lovebirds. I need to talk to you.” Maxine says, making Billy a little annoyed. But despite the sassy nickname, her tone is weird, and that makes him look at her a little worried. It's funny how (Y/N) changed him even regarding his step-sister. Billy doesn't treat her like shit anymore and even calls her sister now because that's how he feels. (Y/N) made him see things better, and she healed him. And he loves her for that.

She makes him feel loved. And everything he wants is to feel her feel the same way.

°°°

“What's going on?” Billy asks, folding the map as you sit down, across from Max. His tone is still a little harsh, but you know now that it's just because he's worried and wants to know what's wrong already.

“School is almost over. And you're both going to California.” She starts, and you nod. “So. I wanna go.”

“What?” Billy exclaims, sitting down next to you.

“Wait. Let's take it slow.” You speak, touching his shoulder. “If you wanna spend the Summer with us, that's fine.”

“No.” She shakes her head, looking down at her folded hands before raising her eyes at you. “I wanna go back. For good.”

“Why?” Billy cuts in again. “What happened to make you want to go?”

“I don't wanna stay here with those two, ok?” She raises her voice.

“The two of you will calm the hell down, alright?” You raise your voice as well, gesturing at them. “Billy, shut up for a moment. Maxine–” You stand up, walk around the table, and sit next to her. “–Going back to California isn't that simple. You'll have to leave your friends behind. And on top of that, we can't just take you, that would be kidnapping and I'm sure Neil would go to the police the moment we cross the town's limits.”

“I know.” She sighs. “I don't wanna leave the guys. I don't wanna leave Lucas, but I thought about it, all the pros and cons... Of course, I'll come to visit them and they'll visit me too.” Max sounds like she has everything figured out. But still, you can't just take her. That's not how the world works.

“That's great, but still we can't just–”

“You can if you have a document. One that makes you guys my... Legal Guardian.” She burst out, smiling. “Crazy shit, I know. But I did some research and it's possible.” She stands up, running somewhere, and you're left alone with a wide-eyed Billy.

“I never, ever, not in a million years–”

“Thought you'd be on the verge of being a dad without even having to wait nine months?” You tell him, running a hand through your hair. “That's huge.”

“Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drag Maxine into this. The plans we made were about the two of us but I can't just tell her to–”

“That's not the problem.” You say taking his hand. “I love Maxine, she feels like family. I just can't do things the wrong way because–”

“Here. I wrote it all down.” She comes back, placing a notebook before you on the table. “Hopper can make the process move a lot faster, of course. Billy and I aren't blood-related, but he can count as a guardian, we just need Susan to agree with it. That's the hard part.” She speaks fast, showing and pointing out everything she wrote down. Laws and all the papers needed. “I know it's crazy. But I wanna go home too. And staying here with Mom and Neil it's just... I can't.”

Sighing, you nod. Looking at Billy, he looks sad and nods as well. “You deserve better than living with someone like Neil. And Susan, well...”

“Susan is an idiot. She takes all that shit I have no idea why.” Max says, putting her hair behind her ears. “Look, you don't even have to look after me that much. I'll go to school, do the homework, and get good grades. I just need a place, guys.”

“You really think that's the problem? Maxine, I love having you here. And we would look after you not because we feel like we have to, but because we're family. I'm just worried that you'll leave your mother. That's huge, you have to be sure about it.”

“I am. I haven't spoken to Susan yet, but I will. I'll promise to visit and all that. But staying here... I can't.” She walks over to her brother, taking a deep breath. “I always wanted to go back as bad as you, Billy. So please, don't leave me here. Not now that you're not acting like a jerk most of the time, not now that you have a nice girlfriend, and that I got to live in a real home. You can't do this to me.”

You can see that Billy breaks a little, not sure of what to do. You wait for some comment or something like that. But instead, he takes her hand, a little messily at first, shaking it. “If Susan doesn't make a drama about it, and if (Y/N) agrees with forcibly having a kid out of the blue... I'm fine with it.”

She immediately looks at you, and with a smile, you stand up, walk over to her, and pull the girl into a hug. “I'd love to have you with us.”

“Thanks.” She mumbles, pulling away to look up at you. “Now I just need help to talk to Susan.”

“Nope. That's something you have to do on your own.” Billy says, and you nod. “Say what you have to say, that she will be free to visit you, that you'll visit her. Things like that.”

“What if she says no?”

“Just tell her she won't ever stop being your mom. That you'll just be living away and the papers are just a formality so nobody will get arrested.” You say, hands on her shoulders. “She's coming later tonight. Billy and I will grab some pizza so you'll have some time alone.”

“Ok. Thanks again.” She turns at Billy. “You too, shitface. (Y/N) made a boyfriend out of you. And a brother.”

“I'm not even gonna answer you.” He rolls his eyes and you can't help but smile.

Later that night, it goes as planned. You took twice the normal time to get the pizzas, just to make sure you won't interrupt anything. And when you get there, you find a crying Susan, being held by Maxine. Excusing yourselves, you both go to the kitchen and wait. It takes half an hour for them to join you.

Then, Susan let you know that she's not happy about it. That she doesn't want to be away from her daughter. But, if Maxine's happiness means signing papers and letting her go, as long as she's being looked after and as long as she's free to visit, it's alright. And, Maxine has to spend at least some Holidays with her, and the girl agrees.

It's a tense dinner, but after Susan leaves, Maxine can't stop smiling.

After that, time starts passing by slowly. But eventually, the days start getting warmer, and the marks on the calendar take over. Until the day finally comes.

The kids, as well as your friends, spent the whole weekend at your place, on a never-ending sleepover. Max made plans with the party, and, as tough as it may be, you'll make it happen. Distance won't ruin their friendship, you'll make sure of that.

And, on Monday morning, there's a small crowd at the town's limit, right under the sign of “Leaving Hawkins.” There are lots of hugs and tears, but also a different feeling. You're about to make something huge, something you never thought you'd ever do. And it feels amazing. A bit scary, but amazing.

After the goodbyes, the three of you hit the road, with Billy behind the wheel. The shine in his eyes is indescribable. He's free, he finally did it. He left Neil behind, and this small town he hates so much. He's going home.

And so are you. Because you know that your home is wherever he is.

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@aunicornmademedoit @alexa4040 @goth-cowgirl-03 @nyctophilic0vitnir @minispice-1

#billy hargrove imagine #imagine billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove facfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction

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lizzyhowards · 1 month

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tell me why

finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: you broke up with your ex long ago, knowing he was sleeping with women from the capitol, but how could you be oblivious to his pain?

he was your world, and you were his.

that is, until he came home from the capitol with a few too many hickeys and red lipstick stains on his neck.

it was always rumoured that he had lovers in the capitol, but who were you to believe in these whispers? you had always turned the blind eye towards the people who accused finnick of hopping from one woman to another in search of pleasure.

but that was a terrible mistake. a truly terrible one.

"finnick…" you gasped as his hunched figure appeared in the doorway, making the harsh winter wind come into your house and slap you across the face. his wrinkly white shirt was unbuttoned, his hair tousled. he looked like a skeleton, a mere collection of bones. his eyes were sunken into his skull and he couldn't bring himself to look at you. but the only thing you could see at the time were the bright red marks at the side of his neck. and who could blame your oblivion at the time?

you were only just confused, shocked, angry, and heartbroken.

you only felt like your heart has been ripped out of your chest and torn into shreds, all while the devil jeered.

You only just lost the only person you truly loved.

he had tried, he really had, to stay loyal to his real love and protect her from all the demons. he's was completely guilt-ridden from cheating on you, even though it was forced. and he knew he deserved whatever was going to come at him next.

the glossiness of your eyes were soon replaced with fire.

you staggered towards him and pushed him, hard.

"im sorry," he muttered. his heart felt like stone. oh how he wanted to kill himself at that moment.

"screw you, finnick!" you growled, "you know, you are unbelievable. is this what you have always been doing at the capitol? finding filthy women willing to please you and then coming home for some more?"

"i'm sorry, sweetheart i-" he chocked on his own voice and you grabbed the opportunity to fire at him some more.

"'sweetheart'?" you mocked, you pushed past him, slipped on your shoes, and slammed the door behind you, hugging the cold wind like an old friend.

seriously, you'd be willing to hug anything, anyone, other than finnick.

but now you were looking out of your living room window, which coincidentally happened to be the vague direction of finnick's house, which stood facing yours in the victor's village. it was a particularly chilly night and you watched the snowflakes dance in the wind in silence while sipping on your hot chocolate.

wait a minute

you saw something move

it was a person

who could be out here on such a cold winter night? you thought to yourself as you snuggled deeper into your couch.

shit

that was finnick

he looked bad. really bad. he was mildly limping, slowly to the front steps of his dimly lit house. those stairs suddenly seemed like a cliff in the condition he was in. he must have thought the same thing, for you watched as he paused in front of the steps and instead turned around and sat down, burying his face in his arms, which were resting on his knees.

he was your ex, yes, a cheater. but you still couldn't help the way your heart seemed to fall apart when you saw him in this state.

some time passed. you weren't exactly sure for how long, he was definitely out in the cold for too long.

next thing you knew, you were out in the cold with him, pulling his surprised body up and forcing him into his house. you had caught sight of his keys dangling in his pocket, and you had grabbed them and unlocked the door. he was still in a daze. you didn't know if it were because of the cold or because of whatever had caused that limp.

nevertheless, you grabbed him by the arm and guided him into his house. he gladly followed and slumped into the couch next to you.

it was at that moment when your sense came back and you remembered how much you truly hated him. you hated him, right?

yes, of course you hated him

right…?

you got up to leave, but it was too late. finnick had already snaked his arms around you and now he was nuzzling you neck lovingly.

you cursed yourself silently for how slow you were and got up quickly, shaking yourself free of his limbs.

finnick looked up at you. the touch of his arms lingered on your skin. were you imagining things or were his eyes wet?

"y/n…"

you gathered your breathe.

"get your shit together, finnick. don't you have enough women in the capitol already?"

"i-"

"'i'? you? you what, finnick? i really don't fucking care because you didn't give a fuck either." at this point you were screaming. "you didn't think that maybe, JUST MAYBE, being with two people, OH FORGET ABOUT TWO, being with, YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T EVEN WANT TO GUESS HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU WERE WITH will hurt me?" you voice suddenly became a quite sob.

"y/n, i'm so sorry i-"

but he was interrupted with your sobs. immediately he pulled you in, onto his lap and started stroking you hair.

you basically gave in.

but that's ok

you guys figured things out eventually, and nothing could ever come across your love for each other.

#finnick odair angst #finnick x reader #thg #capitol #panem

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missvelvetsstuff · 2 months

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With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve x Natasha, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

Chapter 4

Y/N woke up when the sun hit her eyes and took a moment to assess her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was how warm she was, a light sweat dotted her brow. There was something heavy holding her down. An arm. A thought of Steve drifted through her mind and then it all came rushing back. She sucked in a breath and tried not to cry, not wanting to waste anymore tears on him. She tried to stretch but the arm pulled her closer and Bucky mumbled into her hair. A sad smile crossed her face.

"Bucky" she waited with no response "Bucky. I need to get up."

Bucky mumbled "Five more minutes" and started softly snoring.

Y/N giggled softly "No. Bucky I gotta pee. Please"

His grip loosened and he lifted his head slightly "Hurry back, doll."

As he woke up Bucky realized what he just said. He shouldn't be acting like she was his girl. She's his friend, who just went thru some major heartbreak. He needed to put his own heart on hold and just be there for her however she needed. He sat up and leaned back against the wall.

When Y/N came back she sat on the bed next to him and sighed.

"How are you feeling this morning, doll?" He asked softly.

She shrugged "I don't know. Sad. Mad. I have so many questions but I don't know if I really want the answers. Even as he distanced himself I never imagined he would do something like this."

Bucky grabbed her hand "Don't feel bad, I never would have pegged Steve for a cheater. I don't know what happened to him.

Are you hungry? There's a breakfast feast thing in the great hall until 2 or 3. They shouldn't be there so we could go get a bite."

Y/N nodded "Yeah. I could eat. Besides, I'm still an Avenger. I'll have to get used to seeing and working with them. Might as well get myself over it quickly." She went to get dressed then turned around "I don't have any clothes here. This t-shirt is lovely but it's a little short to be appropriate for a crowd. And my robes from last night are filthy from sitting in the dirt."

Bucky thought for a moment. "I can go get your bag for you if you'd like"

She shook her head "No, it's fine. We can just go to my quarters. If they are there I'll deal with it."

Bucky looked at her "Are you sure you want to do that so soon?"

"Yeah. Let's go"

Bucky dressed and loaned her a pair of sweats that she had to hold up as she walked. They went to her room where she took a quick shower and dressed in jeans a t-shirt and sneakers.

They were lucky to avoid running into either of them on their way to breakfast. The "great hall" was more of a tent with long folding tables and chairs, while an actual great Hall was being built nearby. They sat at one of the tables and ate from the variety of dishes available.

Bruce came in and sat with them, he had spent most of the night walking, trying to keep the other guy at bay.

Sam and Clint wandered by, still drinking and laughing about something.

Tony was at the head of the table with sunglasses on and a large bloody Mary. Thor came in, obviously still half drunk and gave Y/N a hug then patted Bruce on the back and wandered off to refill his cup.

Unfortunately their luck had to run out and when they were finished eating, chatting with Bruce, Steve came in looking like Hell. Dirty, red eyed and obviously hadn't slept. He looked around for a minute until he laid eyes on her, then timidly walked up to Y/N "Can we talk, please?" he asked softly and looked around "in private?"

Y/N shook her head. "I don't have anything to say to you Steve."

Her cold tone broke him and he fell to his knees. "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I never should have......no, I shouldn't have....." And started crying "I messed up so bad I don't even know where to start apologizing. Please Y/N, I'll do anything."

Y/N looked at him in disgust. "There's nothing you can do Steve. Go back to her."

"Please let me explain sweetheart"

Y/N looked at Bruce, he just shrugged. Then Nat came in and the hall quieted, many people quickly leaving, not wanting to get caught up in the impending drama.

Y/N sighed "I guess we're doing this now." And sat back. Steve sat across from her and glared at Nat who smiled at him and winked, making him growl.

Steve started "I truly am sorry. Nat and I had been hooking up on occasion before we saved you. When I met you, Y/N, I was overwhelmed with your beauty, your kindness after all you had been through. I felt a strong need to protect you from the world and people like Strucker. I wanted you physically but didn't want to push so used Nat to satiate my needs. We had stopped for awhile before I met you but when Bruce disappeared Nat was beside herself. Between the stress and pain of losing him and trying to build the team up she was falling apart. About 3 months after he left we ended up in bed together. I meant for it to be a one time thing but Nat came to me constantly and I wasn't strong enough to say no."

Y/N looked to Nat, who was sitting with her arms crossed and still smirking "Do you have anything to say for yourself? Sister!" She spat.

Nat grinned "What? I fucked your man. What else is there?"

"Oh I don't know, How about why you pretended to be my friend while you fucked my man?"

Nat shrugged "Because I could? Maybe I was tired of the perfect and pure Y/N who caught the great captains eye taking what I wanted. Steve and I were together long before you showed up but he dropped me like a bad habit when he saw you."

Steve interrupted "Natasha, we were never together, never a couple. Just fooled around."

Nat glared at him "I KNOW!" She shouted "I wasn't good enough for the great Captain America. Even though I was by your side through everything. A former Black Widow wasn't fit to be his paramour."

Steve looked at her confused "You never told me you wanted anything else. You always insisted it was just sex."

Y/N spoke up "Fine Natasha, you wanted more with Steve. How did that make it ok to pretend to be my friend and go behind my back like that? Why didn't you tell me that you and him had something?"

Nat shrugged "It was fun. Watching how clueless you were, you never caught on even though you almost caught us so many times. Watching Steve get all flustered and try to explain the sounds or smells you didn't understand. You were so easy to fuck with."

"What about Bruce?"

Nat scoffed "He left before we ever became anything and even though he finally came back and said he wanted to try he wasn't sure if we'd ever be able to have sex. I have needs too, so pulled Steve away last night. You catching us was just a bonus." She glared at Y/N "Sometimes even the princess doesn't get what she wants."

Y/N looked sadly at Steve "You know I wanted you too. I would have, you know, if you asked. I've been ready for awhile but Nat told me to let you lead. That you wouldn't like a woman being so aggressive"

Steve shook his head and glared at Nat "I wanted to but Nat said that you were traumatised by everything Strucker did and that I should let you come to me. You two were close so I trusted her." He looked down at his hands "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I should have talked to you a long time ago."

Nat laughed "Can you two even hear yourselves? 'I wanted to but Nat said'" she mocked "I've met actual children that were more difficult to manipulate. And whined less."

Y/N stared at Nat in shock "So it's all just a game to you? Playing with other peoples hearts is just a fun way to pass the time? So much for the Black Widow being redeemable."

Nat scoffed "Please. I've done so much worse on SHIELDs behalf and had worse done to me but you don't see me whining about it."

Bruce growled "No, Natasha you just play head games with people who trust and believe in you. You disgust me."

She rolled her eyes "Waahh! You are all a bunch of fucking cry babies. Pffft, earth's mightiest heroes my ass."

"Enough!" Tony shouted out of nowhere "Just stop. She did some fucked up things and obviously has no remorse, which means she can't be trusted. With Cap's approval I say the Avengers cut her loose. Can't work as a team if we can't trust each other." He turned to Nat "Why don't you go help your sister rescue the rest of the Widows. Play your games with them."

Nat stood up "What? I've been there since the beginning and you're going to kick me out over a bad affair? That's bullshit. You need me. I'm going to talk to Fury!"

Tony sighed "Talk to anyone you want, maybe you can stay with SHIELD or SWORD or whatever they are calling themselves. I don't care where you go but you can't stay here. Cap and I are the bottom line for the Avengers."

Nat huffed "Fine. I'm out. Clint?" She looked at her friend.

Clint shook his head "I'm good where I am. You're not the person I thought I knew."

"Fuck all of you then" Nat stomped off.

Steve looked up at Y/N hopefully "Does this mean we can-"

She shook her head "No, I have to go. I need to be alone" she looked sadly at Bucky and left.

Chapter 5

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #james bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader

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ilikepjo24 · 10 months

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You know what, I'm just gonna throw this out here

"Azula committed war crimes!" Who the fuck cares?!

Who cares if Azula committed the war crime of impersonation and false surrender?

Who cares if Zuko committed the war crime of intentional attack towards a civilian?

Who cares if Katara committed the war crime of intentional attack towards a civilian?

Who cares if Sokka committed the war crime of false flag?

Absolutely no one should care is the right answer

The whole concept of war crimes is manipulative, childish and hypocritic.

You know who benefits from war crimes and war rules? The fat and filthy rich that sit in their houses and eat like pigs when wars happen, that's who. Those people are the law makers. And those people make money out of sitting on their asses and commanding soldiers to win wars for them. Those are the only people that benefit from war.

War isn't fair. War isn't just. War isn't honorable. War is pointless and unfair and barbaric. It isn't a game that has rules. When a 19 year old soldier is out in the battlefield, begging for mercy, before the enemy soldier that holds a gun directed at him, do you think any of the two will be thinking about war crimes? Do you think any of the two will be thinking that they are doing something that's right, honorable and fair?

War isn't a game. All those people screaming about a character who committed war crimes don't understand how childish they sound. I've heard students of mine say things like "this kid is not playing by the rules, they're a cheater and I don't want to play with them" and this is exactly what those people sound like when they cry about a drawing not getting tortured over a fictional war crime.

The people that came up with war crimes try to make war seem honorable and fair. Through the media, that they control, cause they're rich, they portray ideas of was being just and soldiers fighting cause they believe there's honor in dying in the battlefield. That's a lot of bullshit. That's the picture of society the rich are trying to paint, so that we'll be motivated to fight wars for their money and fortune.

The whole concept of war crimes is a tool. It's a ridiculous, false idea of justice, created by the rich in order to manipulate us. Just imagine how much more ridiculous you sound when you use that undebatably pathetic concept as a reason to torture a fictional character.

Grow the hell up.

#tw talk of war #eat the rich #our societies are being manipulated #important #atla meta #hot take #I'm not sure it's a hot take if I'm just right #war crimes are a joke

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lunaremy · 7 months

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Oh! I have a funny idea based on an old drawing I made: Red and Magnet getting put in a "Get Along" shirt as punishment for breaking something when they were fighting. It doesn't end well.

Magnet (scoundrel immoral) vs Red (scoundrel moral)

"No FAIR!! No FAIR!!! You CHEATED!!!"

"But YOU cheated, Magnet!!!"

"NO I DID NOT!!!"

"I SAW YOU ENTER THE CHEAT CODES!!"

There they were, back at it again. Magnet was staying over at the Bomberman Brothers' residence, residing in Red's room for the night. It was a sleepover of sorts; he was invited to try out a new game with Red, and he came along with the idea of beating him in mind.

That idea, sadly, was a pipe dream.

"Sorry, Magnet. But you gotta be better than that to beat ME, kid!!"

"I'M NOT A KID AND YOU KNOW IT," that kid replied.

Then, an idea struck him.

"Gimme that!!" Magnet reached for Red's controller, but Red yanked it away in time.

"Get your filthy cheater hands off my controller, kid!!"

"SHUT IT!!"

THUNK

The two of them stopped in their tracks as the sound of metal hitting the ground was processed.

"Uh oh..."

"Uh oh indeed," a third voice echoed from behind the two.

Red and Magnet turned around-

And there was White, looking rightfully furious.

"HE DID IT!!!"

"NO, HE..."

The two talked over each other, pointing and damn near getting themselves tangled in the cords of the game controllers in the process.

"I don't care about any of that! You BOTH did it!"

Red looked downtrodden.

Flash to a couple minutes later, and he looked downright angry.

"I hope you know that this is your fault."

"I hope you know that you're a big doodoo head."

"NOBODY calls me a doodoo head!!"

"You two!" White's voice shut the bickering duo up instantly. "You should listen to what your shirt says. This whole situation happened because you couldn't control your temper!"

Red sighed.

The shirt, aptly dubbed the "Get Along Shirt", was a shirt way too large to be worn by any bomberman.

Which is why Magnet and Red were both in it at the same time.

"You two won't be leaving this room until you demonstrate that you can get along and avoid breaking anything in this house!"

Red sighed with frustration.

"I don't care," Magnet blurted out. "I'll just live here now."

"Squatters rights don't apply here, fool!!"

White stared at the duo.

"You're so small that I won't even notice you."

"I am NOT small!"

White scowled.

Maybe it would work better if he left the room? White scooted out through the door, standing just outside the room in the hopes to overhear whatever those two would talk about. Hopefully, they would get the message and stop bickering.

"Hopefully your wallet isn't as small as you are, cuz you're gonna be paying for a new system!"

"Buy your own!! Isn't your family rich?!"

"It's not ABOUT the money, it's about the PRINCIPLE!!"

"You don't know what that means, do you? DOO DOO HEAD!!"

"YOU'RE the DOO DOO HEAD!!"

"NO, YOU ARE!!"

"C'MERE, YOU!!"

White steps in once he hears the two squabbling, trying to pry the two apart as they slapped at each other.

"Seriously," White said in exasperation as he scruffed the both of them. "What does it take to get you two to get along?"

#bomberman #super bomberman r #white bomber #red bomber #magnet bomber

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redflagsandbanners · 2 years

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prompt?

battle of the bands au

In the bustling cafeteria of Hawkins High School, Robin Buckley suddenly finds her meditation time interrupted by two figures slamming on the other side of the table. She jumps.

"So..." - Vickie smiles a nervous thing, skipping a single sheet of paper on the table - "...we got the list of the students signed up".

"You know. The competition", Chrissy grins so sweetly it cannot be good.

"Are we supposed to have that?" Robin asks but reaches for the paper anyway. Vickie slides it out of reach.

"No. So, we were looking at the names -"

"Like the little cheaters that you are". She reaches for the paper again.

"- and saw an interesting one! Woo hoo!"

Robin looks from one to the other and waits, growing slightly nervous too. Her hands tighten around the saxophone.

"Is Jason entering?"

Chrissy makes a gurgle of a dying sound. "Jesus, no. Think I'd be here if that was a possibility?"

"Can you imagine though?" Vickie gets distracted as Robin expected. "That'd be - Hey!"

Robin leans away from the swatting hand, eyes skipping over the list of names. Uninteresting, uninteresting, uninteresting.

Corroded Coffin: Eddie Munson, Jeff Smith, Nancy Wheeler, Gareth Green.

Robin feels as if slapped.

"What? Nancy Wheeler? No. In Corroded Coffin? No. With Eddie Munson? Heavy metal? No. Bass? She plays the bass? No. Is this a joke? No".

"We broke her", Chrissy mournfully whispers.

"Hey, it's fine", Vickie smirks. "I'm mean, one more place for you two to butt heads! Yay!"

"Oh, god", Robin groans, slamming her head on the table. Nancy prissy, perfect Wheeler likes heavy metal.

"This is a good thing!" Chrissy sing-songs.

"Yes, yes, right. You have things in common! Other than boring straight A's in biology and English. You can strike up a conversation now".

"And apparently there are hidden layers in the prissy, valedictorian facade! Chin up, Buckley, it's a wonderful day!"

Robin groans again, in actual pain.

"You don't understand. Now we have to win".

"What, why?"

"Seriously, Vickie?"

Robin picks her head up and narrows her eyes at the redhead too. Repeats Chrissy's, "Seriously?"

"I mean you don't have to be competitive".

"She will be", Robin taps the paper. "If she could, she'd struggle me with her perfect shoelaces. I have to strike first so I don't get crashed into pieces with an electric bass until there's no returning in a fuctional condition".

"Jesus, you need therapy".

"Screw off, Chrissy".

"Just talk to her".

"Oh, my god".

"She doesn't seem violent".

Robin repeatedly taps the paper. "Evidence suggests otherwise! She's friends with Eddie? Eddie? They'll never find my body. Oh shit, wait. Guys, we have to lose! So she doesn't have more reason to -"

Both Chrissy and Vickie shake their heads. "No. No, we are here to win!"

Dramatically, Robin crumples off of the chair and on the filthy floor, clutching the instrument to her chest. It's nice and cold here. "You don't care about me. You don't care".

"Nicely done, Buckley", a laugh comes from somewhere above and when Robin tilts her head back against the floor, she finds Eddie Munson smirking proudly down at her. He has his badass guitar in one of his badass hands with the badass rings and black nail polish.

"Leave me be, Ed".

A body comes to lay down next to her. Chrissy cuddles into her side but Robin doesn't move.

"Leave her alone, Eddie. She is mentally devastated to be in love with an enemy".

There is no other layer of height to crumple down to. Only hell. "I'm not in love".

"Yeah, right".

"Could have fooled us".

"Fuck you and fuck you. Specifically you".

"Why me? It was Chrissy's idea to get the list!"

"What list?"

"Oh, fuck me", Robin whimpers, closing her eyes before having to gaze at Nancy Wheeler. Her heart is already pounding a lovesick pace that Robin despises. Dear good God above the skies, she is truly useless; of all the girls in this town -

"Why are you on the ground?"

"It's cold", Robin mumbles, daring to open one eye and look up at - oh, come on.

Nancy Wheeler is armed with an electric bass. It hangs from one shoulder, brushing low over her narrow hips, and Robin is jealous of an musical instrument. Great. God. This is seriously getting ridiculous. She is so mad at how pretty the girl is right now.

She cuddles the saxophone tighter against her chest, pressing the mouthpiece into her neck and popping her chin on the narrow arch.

"I thought you played the trumpet", Nancy Wheeler accuses her for having hidden depths.

"I thought you were a priss".

Oh, Jesus Christ.

"I mean I..." - she shoots up in a sitting position, spinning on her ass to face Nancy Wheeler's murderous intentions with the bravery of a firefighter in front of an inferno - "...heavy metal, Wheeler. Heavy stuff, like - whoa, it's cool. Hardcore and shit and, huh... You didn't seem like the type with those pink shoelaces and the academic scholar vibe brought to a high school, but look at you! Whoa. Full of surprises! You wield that bass like it's a machine gun. Like that's..." - hot - "...cool! So cool."

Nancy is staring down at her as if Robin just presented her a detailed, scientific plan of getting NASA to Mars in three weeks from now.

"Many things you don't know about me".

"Yeah".

Robin is still sitting on the dirty floor, looking up at her and gripping the sax like it's a comfort blanket.

From somewhere in the distance, Chrissy and Eddie are shrieking in laughter.

"Cool then, huh..." Robin chokes out, waiting for the saxophone to grow arms and hide her in a cooing hug and away from sight. The traitor doesn't do shit.

This is the longest conversation they've ever had. Robin is painfully aware.

"Can I, huh..." - for some reason, Nancy looks just as pained - "...can I sit down next to you until we go in?"

"On - on - on the floor?"

Nancy's face twists in agony. "Yes".

"Sure!" Robin pats the tile next to her own. "Please, make yourself at home! Sitting in the floor is actually liberating, you know? Like sitting on a counter! Right? I don't know why, it's just... so much better than the constructed mechanism of a chair. Those things are so stiff sometimes. Oppressive".

Nancy still looks at her like she's... painted a full sized Guernica with a pencil or some shit. "The chairs?"

Robin nods, pressing a silent melody on the saxophone's keys. "Maybe we, as humans, need to be released back into the wild. Start sitting on tree branches. It'll make us humble beings".

"Right", Nancy says with a quiet laugh.

They stare at one another, both shocked.

Nancy opens her pretty mouth. Closes it. Robin is painfully aware she is staring at her lips. The inferno has consumed the brave firefighter. Birds coo a sorry song for the fallen.

Jesus, she does need therapy. She needs to shut up and yet -

"You, huh... you wanna get burgers after this?"

"Burgers?" Nancy blinks.

"Yeah. Dip fries in a milkshake".

"That's disgusting".

"I mean..." - Robin is offended - "well..."

"I want to".

"Oh. Yeah? Are you sure?"

Nancy shakes her head no but says; "Yes".

"Cool", Robin is grinning and Nancy is staring at her smile with a light frown and a glimmer of interest. "You'll tell me all about how Nancy Wheeler got into heavy metal?"

"Only if you tell me how the fuck you make such good grades when I know for a fact you sleep in every biology class".

Robin grins. "I can do that".

#CUTE #ronance prompts

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shibonzakura · 7 months

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ZoTash Fanfic OPLA fanmade version. Chapter 1

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It's Raining Somewhere Else

"Says a man who failed to get himself out of a hole on the first try". It's raining like the sky itself is weeping for a bond lost and this wasn't supposed to happen. On the opposite sides of the battlefield. One a pirate hunter turned pirate and the other a face from the past turned into a mere copycat marine.

They had met on the marine's day off. An unlucky coincidence. Star crossed in the worse sense. Could had been friends. Might had sailed as hunters of the unjust. Things don't always work out however. Some can never follow their dreams. They told his captain that all the time.

"What matters is that I got out. You wouldn't have lasted even one second in there glasses. And stop saying what she would had said!".

She probably would had gotten out on the first try thanks to the pure undulated rage that the marine was seething towards the pirate hunter. The only kind you could find in only a few men or women in her case. Kuina never was this vindictive but that's a given. Zoro himself never really did mock or belittle her like the marine in front of him. The pirate hunter blames her profession as being the soldiers of cruelty. A weak paper thin thing to make an excuse upon. Really? Stooping this low? Her pettiness was rubbing off on him and Zoro hates it.

"Me? Taking on a personality of others? You lying cad!! How dare you accuse me of stealing things. Pirate! I'm my own person, now and until I face my end at the sharp edge of a blade!"

Veins visible on his forehead appear on their own in a comical fashion, like they responded too honestly from his emotions that were spiking in intensity. Okay that did it. No more mister nice guy. Time to finish this fight once and for all. Her skill of drawing her blade much faster than himself was impressive but it was no match for his more experience in more brutal of fights. The marine's blade, which his captain had called 'Skiing' like the Straw Hat teen had also called his own sword 'something Itchy something Monkey' falls from her hand and onto the soaked ground below.

"Your loss. Now get out of here before I change my mind. Never show your face to me again Copycat".

Although, she can't really get away as he keeps her stuck between himself and the wall as the others in her squad look on in awe, like they are seeing something more risqué than just a battle being over. There's the scent of the faint smell of cherry blossoms coming off from the marine. Plus, the familiar one of steel that both have because of the ways of the samurai both had taken at an early age. Tashigi focuses on the closeness of the pirate hunter's earrings, finding more courage to say the line that might change them forever.

"Like I will you filthy liar! Cheater. If you feel that way, finish me. I don't deserve this blade or my life. Kill me and just get on with it.".

Those words. Spoken so long ago by Zoro himself to Kuina. Why is the marine parroting his words too now? It hurts his head and the pirate hunter doesn't want anything to do with this annoying woman who helped him not get the Wado Ichimonji sold for a cheap price to that crook in the sword shop. The way she smiled like a child on Christmas on holding it in her hands with loving care unlike the unworthy ones who just saw a tool to cut rather than someone's soul and chattering away about her interesting hobby of loving blades. Zoro even remembers the way his heart thumped in his chest when the pirate hunter saw the woman for the first time.

And no, it's not because she looked like Kuina. She was pretty in a traditional sort of way despite her awful taste in blouses. He's not sure how to feel about that, her. Any of this. Even her sword that she carried was, how did someone put it into words….cute? Gah! This is stupid. Luffy needed him right this second. No time for distractions. Can't, won't. Not on his dreams or in them. That one time when he got roped in with her schemes of getting him a job by working for the marines and moping the floors with three of them in hand because of said oxymoron situation, didn't happen. Nope. Not gonna remember that. Focus!

"No. You look too much like the one I made a promise to all those years ago. A friend who died. I can't do this, I won't do this and I am wasting time". It's simple and he leaves, letting the marine defend for herself, not looking back. Zoro has said too much. Not even his crew knew about his past. Sure he had a friend, however, Zoro didn't say who that was in passing. But unlike with Kuina, this woman doesn't let sleeping sharks lie. Oh no. This was quite the opposite.

The fury is not quelled, it's only ignited into the flames of hatred, shame, and vengeance. To chase the pirate hunter turned pirate to the ends of the earth. As the green haired swordsman runs away to help his captain, the words to meet again as bitter enemies to something more escape the lips of the defeat scorned not taken seriously woman with the bespectacled face says,

"I, Dracule Tashigi, promise to fight, train and kick your butt for as long as I live. Roronoa Zoro".

Somewhere in the distant Grand Line, a small miniscule sneeze can be heard, waking a man from his peaceful and relaxing slumber. Someone was talking about his last name, but who? The last person who dared say the words 'Dracule' was a mockery of the way of the sword. Estranged.

Someone who was only a memory. Before anyone called him the greatest swordsman. Only a babe when Gol D. Roger was executed. The one who foolishly believed his lie about the swords crying out and collecting them so that they would leave him alone for the day. Reason why he joined the warlords in the first place as marines had used blackmail of the worse kind on someone as powerful as him. A disgusting weakness.

"So you are still alive. The Grace with still no Power. My foolish stubborn daughter. Living in my shadow since forevermore. Tashigi".

#long post cw #tashigi is mihawk's daughter theory #zotash #zoro x tashigi #zotash cw #SERE's cringe writing #do not reblog unless you ask me first

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Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 6

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months.

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 14 minutes

As San calmly turned to Wooyoung, Y/n analyzed his body, slowly realizing how obvious it actually was that the man next to her was the man she'd be working for. That dominant and intimidating aura, the expensive white shirt almost hidden under the black vest that looked like the staff's uniform in the hotel... She felt so stupid for not noticing San being right in front of her before she started ranting about him.

She only had one chance to get a good first impression. It was the only thing that genuinely worried her, and what kept her mind busy during the flight. And she ruined it with just a phone call.

San looked at Wooyoung, who was sitting across from him. His eyes were anywhere but on his friend, avoiding the judging look he was giving him after he realized the consequences of allowing him to do something as important as choosing an employee. He wasn't intimidated by him though, there was no way Wooyoung could ever feel scared of San to the point of instinctively looking away not to look at him. He was consciously ignoring him because checking whether their coffees would be coming or not was more interesting.

—I know I'm pretty. But play it cool, can you? —Wooyoung teased him, finally looking back at him.

—When I told you I wanted someone new in the business, I meant someone whom I could mold into what I needed, not someone who lacked common sense in every single sense —San hissed.

—She's smart and witty —he finally turned to his friend, slightly turning his body as he changed the position of his legs, moving the left over the right one—. You should've seen her in that interview —Wooyoung scoffed—. I haven't seen someone as brutally honest as you, and even less in her position.

—Yeah, I got a glimpse of how brutally honest she is.

The words slid through his clenched teeth, remembering the way she was referring to him, and how she complained about the conditions of her new position, or his attitude towards new employees.

He was a freak, he was demanding... But where the hell did she get that he was a fat old man out of those little details? It somehow offended him, because of the basic and effortless logic she was using to get to her own conclusions. She related someone's personality to the way they looked, and that alone showed him how mentally immature she probably was.

—You didn't even give her a chance —Wooyoung insisted.

—I have no choice but to do it, thanks to you —San replied—. I should've known I couldn't trust you to do this.

—You, watch out for what you say —his finger raised up to him—. At least I managed to find you someone. If it had been up to you, you'd still be looking for a person to fill up that vacancy.

San's eyes rolled, before they got lost somewhere in the room for a few seconds. As much as he hated to admit it, Wooyoung was the only reason he was finally able to say he had a secretary to look after all of his schedules and documents that were starting to be a headache for him.

—Why didn't you let her say more than just two words before though? —San inquired, squinting his eyes as they moved back to his friend.

—I did that? —his lips puckered, and his eyebrows raised, as his index pointed at himself.

—Don't play dumb —he interrupted—. You know damn well you did. Why? That's the question.

At first, San guessed it was because he didn't want her to turn the situation even more uncomfortable than it already was. Letting her escape and get ready was a way of giving her time to prepare and mentalize what she was going to say and how she was going to act on that first day, and Wooyoung didn't even allow him to see how that girl behaved at sudden unexpected situations.

—Well, I thought there would be a small miscommunication between you two —he scratched his nape nervously—. But nothing that can't be solved in a matter of time, with a lot of hard work.

—Can't you just tell me what's up? —he insisted, placing one of his hands over the table.

—Well, she isn't the best at Korean —he tried to make it sound better than it was.

—Why? Her pronunciation is off? If that's it, I wouldn't have made a big deal about it —San shrugged— I know I might seem an asshole to everybody, but I'm understanding in general.

—It's a problem with her pronunciation, her grammar, her vocabulary... It's Korean as a whole.

—Wooyoung, I swear if it is what's crossing my mind right now... Trust me, you'll want to be taken back to London —he threatened.

—She understands most of the words —Wooyoung lied—, she's able to read and write it, but she's awful at speaking it —he confessed.

—So she just doesn't know Korean at all —he huffed—. And you brought her here? Tell me you didn't sign the contract already.

Wooyoung forced a nervous smile, trying to appel to San's soft side by pretending to be nervous over the situation when, actually, he was pretty much calm and satisfied about how everything was turning out.

—Do you realize that now I can't even fire her because of her communication sinkhole? —San grunted— She could defend herself by saying we all were fine with her not knowing Korean when she signed the contract, what the fuck were you thinking about?

—I thought about the fact that barely anyone in Korea wants to work for a hotel that was in one of the biggest scandals in Seoul, and whose theme doesn't really seem appealing for anyone outside of it —Wooyoung snapped back—, which left us with poor candidates that no one wants. And the ones in Europe weren't any better —he huffed—. You should've read the resumes I've seen, and the interviews I've had, despite some of them speaking Korean. Y/n was one of the best. And it isn't like a language can't be learnt and improved.

—Doesn't speak Korean, isn't careful with her mouth, is there anything else I need to know before I have to carry her around? —San barked— She should be of help, instead of becoming a bigger burden for me.

As she approached them, Y/n could read through San's body language how unhappy he was about whatever it was he was discussing with Wooyoung. Being in that lame office in Youth, where people wouldn't ever communicate, made her an expert in what people were able to communicate through their bodies -or, more like, unable to control. They were speaking in Korean, so it wasn't like she'd understand much even if she stood a meter away from their table.

She was able to grasp a feminine pronoun, the verb "to be" and the word burden; with all of them being put in the context she was in, she managed to understand what the conversation was about pretty fast.

Shyly, and before the conversation scaled any higher, she hawked, having the two men turning to her. San didn't even pretend that he was glad to see her, while Wooyoung turned to her with a smile before getting up from his chair to walk up to her.

—Ah, there you are —he got up.

As she saw him approaching her, Y/n instantly thought that he'd probably guide her to the table, although he just stepped towards her to settle some safe distance between him and San before he spoke again.

—I bet you'll do great —he assured her—. Ignore him if he gets too grumpy —he commented to the down low—.

—Don't dare to do this —San warned him in Korean.

—You'll be in good hands —Wooyoung assured—. Hope you really like your first day. Don't get too stressed, bye —he ignored every single attempt San made to stop him from running away from the issue he created, with all of his intimidating gazes and warning tones going completely useless for his friend.

She moved uncomfortably, forcing the tiny smile, at least to keep her lips curving slightly, while her hands were tangled in her lower stomach. It was even more difficult when San's eyes moved from Wooyoung's silhouette in the distance to her, not showing any type of expression.

—I want to apologize for earlier —she spoke first, thinking those words would make the air between lighter—. I shouldn't have said those things, and it's not like l meant them either.

—You didn't? —he raised his eyebrow, making his expression seem even rougher— You seemed pretty much convinced that I should go to the therapist. So you're telling me you say those things without thinking about them?

Oh, he wasn't going to be easy.

—I just think it was a bad start, and it shouldn't determine the type of relationship we'll have from now and onwards —she whispered.

—I don't let those things determine how I view a professional —San answered, getting comfortable in his chair—, their actions and work do. Just like that wrinkle in your sleeve is showing off you didn't plan your first day as carefully as you should have.

Y/n frowned, carefully lifting her arm enough so it wouldn't be too obvious she was looking at it, while also moving it up to a height where she'd be able to see that flaw he pointed out through the corner of her eye.

She washed that blouse before she packed it, and it wasn't like she was carrying around a clothes iron. She damned the soft pink tint of the fabric, that made it that detail even more obvious through the darker tone of the shades.

A hawk cleared the air again, coming from the top of her mouth as she lowered her arm again, trying to hide it behind her body.

—Decaffeinated Americano, with one spoon of sugar —San said out of nowhere.

—Oh no, thank you —Y/n shook her head with a smile—. I ate something on my way here.

San looked confused at the way she declined the information he was giving her, mistaking the start of her training as a gesture of sympathy on his side.

—I wasn't offering it to you —he quickly cleared up—. It's what I always have, and something you should memorize if you're going to work for me. I want a cup on my desk every morning, as soon as your shift starts.

She was fighting her own body from reacting to the embarrassment she put herself in, starting to feel the way her cheeks lighted up and felt warmer with the passing of seconds. Of course he wouldn't offer coffee to her, when the first thing he noticed was that her shirt wasn't ironed after flying for more than twelve hours.

—Wooyoung told me you'd be the one telling me when my shift starts and ends —she started—. I don't...

—Eight in the morning —he sighed, interrupting her before she could finish her sentence—, and you finish at six. Unless I need you here for something —he let her know, slowly getting up from his chair.

So that meant she should be in his office at quarter to eight, and leave at quarter past six, considering Wooyoung advised her to always be earlier than San.

—You know no Korean at all? —his eyes squinted at her— Nevermind, follow me.

He didn't bother showing her the hotel, or introducing her to any of the staff they walked past as she struggled to follow him from one side to the other of the reception. San stopped when they reached one of the elevators, walking past it towards the arch across from it. It wasn't a long corridor, and there weren't many doors, but Y/n could tell that area was more dedicated towards administration and everything else that had nothing to do with the customer service side of every hotel.

The walls were made out of glass, but it was opaque. She could distinguish some shapes, but she couldn't tell what they were until he opened the white door to step inside before her. It was a small room, but big -considering there was only one table. It didn't have much furniture, it actually seemed more like a reception by the way the crystal desk was positioned facing the door they came from, almost working as a barrier from the other white door placed next to it.

Probably San's office was right behind it.

—You'll work here —he announced—. That's your desk, that's your computer. Anything else you might need, send me an e-mail about it and I'll tell Mingi to give it to you.

Mingi... She had heard that name before. She was sure it was the boy Wooyoung told her would help her on her first few days.

—You aren't allowed inside my office unless I tell you —he warned her—. It's one basic rule, so I hope I won't have to repeat myself in a few days —he let her know—. Wooyoung told me your Korean is bad, so I need you to take lessons and learn the language as soon as possible. Every week your level will be tested. In case there's no improvement... Well, there will be consequences. But I doubt we'll have to even get there. And, clearly, if you show no interest in learning, you're out.

He had no time to waste it on someone that he didn't even pick.

Y/n gulped thick at how cold his stare was, freezing her soul by just moving his eyes through hers.

—Mingi will come to explain to you how things work —San commented, poking one of his hands inside the pocket of his pants—. If you have any doubt, ask him. Meanwhile, sit still and don't touch anything that you don't know how it works.

Her eyes followed the gray blazer once it crossed her camp of vision, admiring his wide back before he closed the door to his office behind him. He wasn't what she expected... he probably was worse. After he left the room, she finally felt relieved enough to let out all the air that was piling up in her lungs since they entered the room.

She could already tell it'd be difficult to get herself a place there, San wouldn't make it easy for her. He should've been the one helping her with her doubts, and with everything that she needed to learn. It wasn't like he'd need to teach her every single little thing, but she thought it'd have been better if he had taken the time to talk a bit more with her, instead of locking himself inside his office without aiming a single word at her.

Her slips were slightly pressed against one another, encouraging herself to knock on that door, but stopping herself because she didn't want to make things more difficult on her first day. She was sure she'd be able to talk to him more in the next few days.

Two knocks behind her made her body turn, finding a tall man -that almost reached the upper frame of the door, smiling at her as he bowed in her direction.

—Y/n, right? —he pointed at her, with both of his eyebrows raised— I'm Mingi. My English isn't really good, so just take it easy with me.

—Well, I'm the one who should know Korean, so I'm in no place to judge —she giggled.

What the hell did they drink in that hotel, and why did every man she came across looked better than the one before?

—You'll learn it fast, don't worry —he shook his hand in the air, walking up to her— Who gave you the job?

As he asked that question, he walked past her, picking up one of the chairs in front of her new desk to place it next to what would be her chair.

—Wooyoung —she commented.

—Ah, yeah, it makes sense —he nodded, looking at her through the lenses of his glasses—. We all kinda made bets about this —he lowered his voice in a whisper—, hardly anyone bet for San. But I did. And now I see that I shouldn't have.

—Do you want me to say it was San the one who chose me? —she jokingly asked, leaning a bit in his direction.

—If you do that for me, I'll tell you everything you need to know about him —he nodded—. And I mean everything you will need to know. But not now —sitting in the chair he had moved, Mingi offered her her new seat.

The computer started when she sat in front of it. Moving back, and placing the keyboard and the mouse closer to Mingi, she allowed him to take full control of the devices as he explained everything she officially needed to know.

Her head was closer to blowing towards the end of the evening. It had been just three hours, but she was sure the intensive class seemed like three days instead. She was shown all the databases she'd work on every once in a long while, all the tools she'd need to use, the phone numbers that were saved, and the way she should reply to each one of them -although those things were written in Korean. Mingi also took the time to show her how the most important application worked, to make sure she wouldn't screw it the second she had to check San's schedule for anything that needed her to check it.

—I don't know if they had explained it to you, but you shouldn't worry about food, water or anything that you might need. They give us a 50% discount on the restaurant, tomorrow we could give it a try —he suggested—. I bet you'll love it.

—Yeah, why not? —she smiled.

She wondered how someone as distant and cold as San had people like Wooyoung and Mingi around him, it was something that escaped her comprehension.

The door clicked behind them, showing off a serious San walking past them before Mingi spoke to him in Korean.

—You're leaving already?

—Yeah —he nodded—. See you tomorrow.

Her lips puckered in rage, annoyed at the fact that he didn't even look at her as he said goodbye to Mingi, who didn't wait a second more to get up from the chair to place it back where it was, smiling wide at her.

—It's already the end of your shift —he announced to her—. You can go back home. Or, I guess, you're staying in a room for now.

—Oh, I know —she stopped—. I'll stay a bit longer.

—You should enjoy the fact that he has left at this time, instead of staying longer. You might regret staying longer today in a few weeks.

She didn't know him for long, but Mingi for sure wasn't the best at cheering people up.

The next day was her real first day, and she wanted to keep a basic knowledge of everything he had explained to her. She reviewed all the tools as the light in the room went slowly darker with each passing hour, even if there was no natural light sneaking inside her office. She got familiar with every tool, she translated the small guides Mingi had shown her, so she'd be able to understand what she was saying... She guessed that, since she was lacking in some aspects, she for sure needed to make her good sides speak louder.

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