#she'll have a conversation with a client

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my partner not to interrupt me while I'm streaming?

Asking on here because she has Reddit and I don't want to upset her further while I ask for an outside consensus.

I stream video game content as a profession. Playthroughs, mods, tutorials, reviews, ect. I found streaming to be more profitable than pre-filmed video content. I'd say on average I can "work" for 10 - 30 hours a week.

She works on an alternating schedule where she does a week of full time hours then a week of part time hours. All in all, we work pretty reasonable hours between us, I feel, and we are agreeably not lacking in spending time together.

We routinely go on dates, we more often than not have dinner together, and I typically don't stream for more than 2-4 hours consecutively, so its not as if I'm locked up in my office for the majority of the time.

However over the last few months my partner has developed the habit of simply walking in whenever I'm streaming and starting up random conversations with me, playing her own games loudly in the background, constantly interrupting me to read out chat comments or ask questions about the game, ect.

Sometimes it isn't so bad, but generally its pretty disruptive. I wouldn't mind if it was just occasionally or if she just popped in now and then, but its grown to the point where its almost every single stream and I've noticed I've lost a handful of frequent viewers over it.

It came to an unpleasant confrontation over the weekend, when I was streaming a highly requested tutorial walkthrough for a recently released game and she decided to come in, try to sit on my lap and start a conversation about a client's dogs she met today.

I was trying to figure out a polite way to ask her to give me another 40 minutes so I could finish the quest line and shut it down for the day when two people in the chat began to make jokes about how she never leaves me alone and said it 'gave cam check vibes.'

I pretended not to notice, but she did, and clearly it hurt her feelings and she mumbled about having some things to do and left. I felt awful that her feelings were hurt so I closed the stream early and went to find her.

She was pretty upset about the comments and tried to get me to validate that she wasn't disruptive or unwelcome. I assured her that I don't mind the occasional visit or if she wants to play her own games in the background on mute/low volume/with earphones in, but that I have actually been meaning to ask her to give me a little more curtesy when I'm streaming because its hard to have dynamic engagement when I can't actually talk to anyone because she's talking non-stop or her own game volume is distorting the sound.

I tried to say it as gently as possible but it was clear that the more we discussed it, the more upsetting it was for her. She called time on the conversation by abruptly saying she'll just 'never so much as walk past the door' when I'm streaming, and that she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

She was only working a half-day today and I was streaming between mid-day and the early afternoon. When I said goodbye to her this morning she made sure to somewhat sarcastically assure me that she wouldn't dare interrupt my stream today, and she hoped it went well.

She refused to discuss it further when she came home, or over dinner, and since dinner she's shut herself in the conservatory and has been on the phone to a friend.

I'd like to discuss it further because I'm discontent with her being upset about it, but I'm also not particularly agreeable with me being in the wrong here. Streaming is my job. We pay equal expenses, so its not as if this is just a silly little fake job or hobby for me while she foots the bills. I rely on viewers to get paid, and when quite a few of them leave because I've had to stop playing for 20 minutes to listen to her chat, it could negatively impact my ability to bring home a reasonable contribution.

Ordinarily we can resolve any conflicts or disagreements quickly and fairly. We've never been the sort of couple to spend days being passive aggressive or refusing to talk.

With her being so resolute in being upset and not communicating, I'm at a loss for if I'm actually in the wrong or not for asking her to be more mindful of interrupting me and causing disruptions while I'm working.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[thelikesoffinn]

Bro why do u hate ascended Asterion so much? He's still asterion

Would you believe me if I told you that I actually don't hate ascended Astarion? Because I really don't!

Now, do I think it's a sad ending? Yes, yes I do. But do I hate it? Absolutely not.

Quite the opposite, actually. I do like the ascended ending for what it is - the bad ending. It's really really well written and I do enjoy it in it's own special way. What I don't like, however, is the attitude a lot of people face it with.

This entire 'ascension is the best ending for him' and 'it's the right choice for him, even if it isn't good'. 'not letting him ascend is selfish because that is what he wants!', 'he still loves you after ascension' and 'he's still the same, just strong' is what I dislike.

Like, if you're into that ending and you prefer it for some reason, that's totally cool, but claiming this is the best ending for him? Damn, that hurts my heart and my soul.

Why I can't even say. Maybe it's because of who I am - both a social worker and a child raised by abusive, narcissistic parents - but to me it's glaringly obvious what ascension will cost him. It's so clear what he is giving up and WHY he is giving it up because, in my own way, I've been there myself. And I've worked with people who've been there as well. (Less murderous, obviously, but equally as self-destructive!)

And because I've been there - on both sides, his and Tav's - I know that none of that will be necessary if there's one person next to him that says 'Hey. Astarion, I know you're hurting but...you don't need to run and hide anymore. You're free and...you're enough.'

So everytime someone claims that ascension is the best ending for him, that it's his good ending and that not letting him ascend is the selfish thing to do, oh boy. It really grinds my gears!

But, in the end, I don't hate the ascended ending at all.

If we're talking companion-endings that I hate, I'd personally propose Karlach choosing death, actually! Because that? That's just unnecessarily dumb.

I know she doesn't want to go back and I know why, I really do, but the thing is...It won't be like before. Things have already changed and they will keep on changing from now on. She's a different Karlach already, so the change is unavoidable! I mean, she's not working for Zariel anymore and, even more importantly: She won't be alone! She has friends now, actual friends that would definitely accompany her if she asked them to. Shit, Wyll even offers it up on his own without being asked! She can come back to the surface from time to time, because it seems like her heart can take periods outside of Avernus as long as she returns once it get's bad. Like, shit, make the House of Hope your homebase, girl! Granted, Hope is a bit ditzy but I'm sure she'll be a joy to be around! And it doesn't even need to be forever! Like, come on, we're already trying to make sure that a fucking vampire can walk in the sun without the use of a tadpole or ascension, I'm sure we can all pencil in 'find a new heart for babygirl' or whatever. And there's Dammon!!! Dammon is smart and talented and unnecessarily handsome and lovable, so he'll surely find a way to fix that darn engine as long as she's alive!

So yeah, that's an ending I actually do hate! Maybe because it feels like conversations I have with clients all the time - scared people and people with trauma can be so extremely stubborn, believe it or not - so it just hits a nerve, haha.

(Oh and I also hate Lae'zel's ascension. The girl is so smart and still doesn't notice how full of shit Vlaakith is? Nah, that's just heresy, I won't accept that one. I know loyalty and morals are a thing, but still no. Blegh.)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #astarion #bg3 astarion #ascended astarion #astarion ancunin #karlach #bg3 karlach #karlach cliffgate #lae'zel #lae'zel of k'liir #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 dammon #dammon

[everydayyoulovemeless]

fallout 4 companions react to a sole who's mute due to an injury that mangled their vocal cords or something like that? bonus points if sole isn't really all that affected by it anymore since it happened before the war and all that! thanks!

Fo4 Companions With a Mute!Sole

➼ Word Count » 1.7k ➼ Warnings » Abelism? Maybe? ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic

MacCready finds you a tad unnerving when he first meets you, but you're quiet, which makes it easier for him to snipe. Less noise and whatnot, so he finds it hard to complain about you sticking around. After a couple of months go by, he'll slowly feel himself get more and more attached to you. You're not so much a client to him anymore, and he finds your presence to be comforting at the best of times. Because of this, he'll be more receptive to you when you're trying to communicate with him. He'll pay closer attention to your motions or make it more of a priority to read the notes you pass him. Sometimes, he even stops talking midway through a conversation with a shopkeeper just to see what you want to say. MacCready also can't help but find the expressions you make to be funny, especially when there's no noise to accompany them.

Nick can't help but chuckle anytime he lets out a sarcastic quip, and you just have to stare at him and nod. He didn't have any idea about how he was supposed to go about talking to you when you were both first introduced. In fact, for the first time in years, Nick found himself feeling a tad awkward. However, he's not one to give up on another for something so trivial and just started carrying his detective notebook with him more often. He'll pass it to you whenever he's curious about your thoughts, or if you tug at his sleeve a bit, he'll hand it right over. He noticed the slight scarring around your throat when you first met but never felt it was his place to ask. There are moments when he feels like he's just talking into a void, but doesn't everyone feel that way when traversing the wasteland on their own? One gets used to it after a while, and you're company is better than most others.

Cait didn't like you when you two first met. A part of her felt the need to be skeptical about you not being able to talk. How have you made it this far without speaking anyhow? It's an almost necessary skill, especially since many in the Commonwealth can't read, and that aspect makes her feel on edge when she's around you. You've either got to be one hell of a killer or know a few names to have made it as far as you did, and she doesn't like that one bit. After a while of traveling with you, however, she'll start to get more and more used to the silence. She'll talk about previous encounters she's had with people if she feels the need to say something, and is overall just happy to have someone who listens and isn't obnoxiously in her ear all the time. The only problem would be her muscling her way through most obstacles since the two of you aren't going to be very successful when it comes to talking things out. But if you don't mind a few altercations, then she'll have no issue hanging around you.

Danse has met a few people who couldn't speak in his lifetime, and you're no different. He knows how to sign a few words and has experience of what would and wouldn't be helpful to someone who's mute on the battlefield, so he's one of the more well-equipped characters in terms of knowing what to do. He can communicate effectively with you and would even ask if you wanted to have your vocal cords checked out by any of the scribes to see if there's anything that can be done in terms of soothing them or even possibly fixing them. At the end of the day, he treats you just the same as any other soldier under his sponsorship.

Preston's picked up a bit of sign language throughout his time with the Minutemen and can understand what you're saying fairly easily. Otherwise, he's not as good at interpreting the sporadic gestures you make. Early on, he'll make it a habit to glance in your direction as frequently as he can manage, just in case you're trying to get his attention or need to tell him something. That being said, being mute doesn't diminish or take away from your combat abilities, and he'd recognize that fact early on. This means you're not getting out of settlement quests, but he does have the decency to at least assign someone else to go with you so you can better communicate with the settlers. Not a lot changes with him. He'll still be the same firm and kind man he is, whether you can speak or not.

Codsworth is just as good as before the war with interpreting your body language and the slight signals you provide him with. His initial programming has allowed him to be more aware of the subtle shifts in attitude and be able to translate what you're signing to him. By far the most accommodating to your condition and the most receptible to it. He treats it as normal because, for him, it is. He doesn't need you to be verbal for him to be a renowned and approachable member of your family.

Piper just has you write everything down for her. She's got the paper and pens with her, so why not? It makes everything easier for both of you. She'll gain a liking to you as soon as she realizes you're mute. Something about your condition makes her even more determined to get your voice and experience out there to the public. Whatever it is you want to say, she is all ears. Always. No one should be able to stand in the way of speaking your truth, not even a medical condition, and she will sit there and copy every word you write down onto the papers if that's something you want to happen. She is more than happy to be your voice and, by the end of it, she'll make sure you have an audience.

Medically speaking, Curie understands you the best. She's so kind and gentle towards you and will even make you drinks that'll help soothe your throat if it ever becomes inflamed or will attempt to ground medications that you formally took before the bombs. Every now and again, she'll ask to interview you. Nothing too invasive, it's just to see where the pain levels are at for that week and how she can better help you manage it. Your comfort is her top priority, and she's happy to be given something new to research and look into, even if it's not something you're terribly bothered by.

When Strong meets you for the first time, he just assumes you're broken and refuses to follow you. He needs a strong, vocal leader, not whatever you are.

Hancock thinks you're a hoot. He's got no idea what you're trying to say half the time, but you've gotta be one of the most interesting people he's ever met. Whenever you pass him a note, he'll act like it's this top-secret document and refuse to let anyone else read it. Other times, he makes it seem like you wrote something outrageous until you get fed up and have to hit him to quiet him down. Hancock can't help but love everything about you. You're not only perfect for Goodneighbor, but you're resilient, and he can't help but admire you for it. It might sound ignorant, but he never imagined that he'd ever meet a mute person. And to him, it's a sign that the world is slowly becoming a whole lot safer, and that thought never fails to put a stupid grin on his face.

Deacon can't help but poke fun at it at times. It's never meant out of malicious intent, but more so him being him. Besides, what's the point of living if you can't joke about your misfortunes from time to time? One of his favorite things to say is that "he's got a guy for everything except mending vocal cords" or "at least we know you won't be sharing any of the railroads' secrets". Despite all the teasing that gets thrown your way, Deacon is great at depicting body language and can communicate with you easily. Better yet, he just so happens to be amazing at talking, so the two of you balance each other out nicely. You're in great hands with him and he's got endless jokes he wants to say.

X6-88 revels in the silence. He prefers traveling with someone quieter; you're the best case he could've ever hoped for. That being said, he wants this relationship to last and is willing to do a lot to keep you alive and happy. Someone's bothering you? Let him handle it. Your throats feeling irritated? He'll teleport you back to the Institute to have it inspected. There is nothing this man isn't prepared to do for you, both out of loyalty and genuine care. Even though he might be against you going out into the Commonwealth, he rather be the one to go with you rather than have you travel with one of those dirty commoners he sees you around. He's both accommodating and ready to help. There's not much more you could ask for with him.

Dogmeat gets a bit confused when you just point instead of giving him a command, but he'll slowly start to pick up what you're intentions are (he mostly guesses, but oh well).

Old Longfellow doesn't mind. He prefers silence anyway. He'll even offer you a few bottles here and there because he claims it "helps with sore... or somethin'". He swears Teddy told him, but you better double-check to really be sure there's a medical standpoint to back it up. Nothing changes with him besides him playing into the 'fatherly role' a bit more. He can't help but feel obligated for your survival when you come and find him for the first time.

Gage initially got really annoyed that you wouldn't respond back to him through the intercoms and assumed you had just kicked the bucket before your fight with Colter, and he was still a bit annoyed when you beat him and had to rely on you to take over the park. Gage is a big believer in natural selection, and you should've been taken out ages ago. A disabled person surviving in the wasteland? The notion is comical, but as long as you continue doing what he needs you to get done, he'll keep his mouth shut and (reluctantly) follow your lead.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 maccready #rj maccready #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 reactions #nick valentine #fo4 nick #fo4 cait #paladin danse #fo4 danse #preston garvey #fo4 preston #codsworth #fo4 codsworth #piper wright #fo4 piper #fo4 curie #fo4 strong #porter gage #fo4 gage #fo4 old longfellow #old longfellow #dogmeat #fo4 dogmeat #john hancock #fo4 hancock #deacon #fo4 deacon

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request a yandere arkhamverse catwoman concept? -🎂

Yes! Catwoman could be fun to write ^^ I used the Arkham wiki for her personality and appearance but this could probably go for any Catwoman. Takes place during no specific game.

Yandere! Arkham!Catwoman (Selina Kyle) Concept

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Flirtatious behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Blood, Protective/Possessive, Violence, Forced relationship.

Selina seems like she could be an interesting but docile yandere.

I say this as compared to most DC yanderes originating in Gotham she isn't really violent.

She is neither villain or hero and goes her own path.

While most would kill to keep their darling to themselves, Selina does not.

As a whole she avoids fatal force, stating she isn't psychopathic.

She steals things, that's how she's survived in this world.

She doesn't need murder to do it.

Like the Harley concept you requested I'm going to explore her going from platonic to romantic.

Selina isn't that bad of an ally when she decides to help.

Maybe how you meet is you're someone who helps Batman.

As in, maybe you're part of the Bat family in someway or just an ally.

Not necessarily as a hero, you could be a detective or something similar.

That way you and Selina would have crossed paths multiple times.

You are aware of the history Batman has with Catwoman.

Despite her being a criminal she can be helpful as a spy.

As a result your communication with each other may be sharing information to aid Batman.

Selina is a naturally flirtatious yandere.

As a platonic she could be teasing but would hold her flirting off for Batman.

Selina seems like she'd be okay as a friend with you.

Things between you primarily starts with exchanging information or small chats.

At first you're hesitant to converse with her.

Yet she eases your worries with her charm.

She'll be well behaved when you speak, she promises.

Your friendship with each other is strictly business related for awhile.

Nothing forced, it's mutual, especially when you two start to speak more outside of business.

Soon you two start to interact away from Batman.

You try not to let Batman know that you've become friends with the burglar.

Honestly, a friendship with Selina seems relatively normal.

She has a tendency to show up at strange times to speak with you as friends.

You could say she's stalking you... she is but she'd never tell you.

Selina is someone who plays her cards right.

She doesn't mind taking risks when it comes to you, like how it's a risk to hunt you down after a robbery.

Especially if you are an ally of Batman.

She picks her words around you and is manipulative at times.

As a friend she'll be simply looking out for you.

When she has time after one of her clients she'll hunt down your location and just watch.

If she feels up to it she prepares a conversation and meets up with you.

She's mostly the type to watch over you and doesn't drag you into many things.

She tries to respect your personal life and give you privacy.

But if you're out and about then... surely you won't mind if your friend follows, yeah?

You won't notice her anyways.

It's when she develops the more romantic type of feelings that she can become more intense.

Selina would be an intense romantic yandere.

Her friendly teasing over time becomes playful flirting.

You try to tell her to knock it off but she doesn't entirely want to listen.

She's stubborn.

Her occasional feelings of wanting to jump in to help you turns into something more sadistic.

Now she feels like getting her claws bloody for those who try to take what she feels is hers.

Speaking of taking what's hers, Selina would be on the more possessive side as a romantic yandere.

Cats can get rather territorial, no?

Plus, maybe she's even had eyes on you since you two became friends.

The perfect jewel for her collection...

She just loves jewels.

If someone threatened you she'd step in regardless of how she feels.

Sometimes you have to get your claws dirty... but she'd never kill them.

Batman can do whatever he wishes with them, she's done what she wants with them.

While Selina isn't the most violent Gotham yandere, she'd certainly kidnap you.

She's a thief who takes what she wants.

You happen to be someone she wants once she realizes she loves you.

She stalks you from the darkness for a long time before pouncing.

She apologizes for betraying her trust but hopefully you forgive her reasoning.

Even if you didn't, she doesn't care.

Once she has you she's flirty yet caring.

She confesses the reason she hid you away was because she loves you.

She isn't sure why she didn't see it before.

She'll keep you in a room lined with her favorite pieces.

You look perfect in the middle on that bed she's picked.

She'll even steal you a few gifts to give you.

Her little treat to you....

She even admits she's been jealous of the people you're around at times.

She wishes she made them blind with her claws.

Essentially, once she has you she confesses what she's been doing since she's known you.

She should've done this sooner.

It's thanks to her you're safe and thanks to her that you were able to help Batman.

She feels there should be... compensation?

She didn't really wish to resort to manipulation and kidnapping...

But the cat knows what she wants when she sees it.

You're the best prize she's stolen yet.

"Oh, baby, don't give me such a look. You've skillfully stolen my heart, it's only fair I get to have you in return, isn't it?"

#yandere arkhamverse #yandere dc comics #yandere catwoman #yandere selina kyle #yandere arkham catwoman

[meraxesmoon]

Can I request a yandere toji x FEM reader no smut please scenario up to you ?

note: ofc! he's such a menace

warnings: yandere content, darling has been kidnapped, darling is a part of a sorcerer clan, i was thinking maybe her being gojo's cousin, but it's never mentioned ♥️, sorry this took so long </3, darling wishes death on toji, as she should

(Name) thinks that maybe her captor wasn't human.

He looked human enough, of course. He had skin, pale a littered with scars and blemishes, and he slept and ate and had the same needs that any other human being would. However, it was his lack of morale that made her doubt that he had a soul at all.

He was an angry and impulsive man, and she curses him every night for what he's done to her.

Toji had, months ago, stolen (Name) right out of her bed. It was laughable, considering how guarded her family compound was, but he had accomplished it nonetheless. (Name), who had been overwhelmed by the protection of her family since she was very young, found herself yearning for it now. She missed the kind servants she'd known since her childhood, missed her mother and siblings, and most of all she missed her bed.

Her captor didn't have a specific place where he could keep her like you would expect out of a kidnapper. Instead, he took her wherever his 'job' took him. That meant that most nights she was refined to a cold floor. Tonight, however, he had at least the decency to get her some pillows and a thin blanket.

It was still cold, though.

Toji was awake, she knew this because she'd memorized his breathing patterns. Being snatched away from her home by a murderer made her paranoid, so (Name) dedicated plenty of time noticing and remembering simple things about Toji's mannerisms. She dreamed of smothering him in his sleep, but (Name) is well aware that this dream of hers would never come to fruition. He was halfway across the country, away from her home.

She'd have no way of getting back to her family if he was dead.

But Gods she wishes he would keel over and die.

The scratchiness of the hard floor has (Name) squirming in place uncomfortably as she tries to fall asleep. Toji was still next to her, pretending to be asleep.

He was utterly terrifying, but she somehow convinced herself that he wouldn't kill her. He seemed to enjoy her company if the months he'd kept her by his side were anything to judge by. Toji had his own agenda, his own needs came before anyone elses, and that's exactly why he took her away from the life she knew.

Because he wanted her.

"I hate you."

(Name) doesn't whisper this fact. Instead, she says it in a casual tone, as if she were telling him what the weather was going to be like the next morning. He could pretend to be sleeping. It made no difference to her, and he'd still hear what she said. "I will never love you because you're the farthest thing from someone I could ever love... you're a monster, Toji."

She examines his face as she tells him these things, but his expression is unchanging. She knew that he heard her, though, because if he didn't, his fist wouldn't be rolled up and tense.

"I know."

This is Toji's only reply for the night. Despite all his cockiness, he doesn't seem much for conversation tonight.

It doesn't matter.

(Name) knows that she'll hear plenty from him the next time a client gifts him a nice bottle of expensive alcohol.

i hope this is okay???

i don't write for toji very often so if this is bad i apologize (´Д｀)

#yandere toji fushiguro #yandere toji #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere #kay writes #rhxegal

[neon-prison]

🩺🚓 annnnd 🚖 (I have no capacity ro read fics atm but I want to knoooow!) - for your new meme :3

tysm for the asks!! and so sorry I've been late with these (because I chose to draw them like a CLOWN). @kohnnor @togepies

From the Get-A-Long Meme!

For length purposes- info under the cut!

Vee and River:

River arrested Vee back in time with a minor charge, but on the way to the station, they got embroiled in a series of wacky hijinks, starting with a car chase and ending with burritos under the highway. River and Vee developed a working relationship that eventually evolved into a pretty cheesy friendship, with River being a bit of a lighthearted bully/tease. But don't be fooled by the big brother routine- River has it BAD for Vee. However, Vee comes from Heywood Streets, and while she is no longer a Valentino, a relationship with a cop would be disastrous on all fronts. Padre and his cadre of contacts are...tolerant of her friendship, but only so far as it doesn't cross the line. Anything more would not only ruin Vee's clout/trust from the Heywood community, but any perceived 'threat' would also put a giant target on River and, by extension, his family. She'd essentially end up trading her life for a lover. Unfortunately, River, while a sweetheart, struggles to see the bigger picture, so it's up to Vee to maintain that boundary.

But even beyond that, Vee isn't sure she's suited for the family life that River clearly wants. She's ride or die, of course, but freedom is important to her. Maybe in another lifetime, they could have been something more, but Night City's boundaries etch further than simple geography.

Vee and Delamain:

My main ship! "This isn't a cab this is a clown car"

Vee met Delamain during the game's events and got his attention/tentative admiration for choosing to reset his core- an act he considered to be anecdotally counter to most human's deep admiration for independence and free will. Their subsequent conversations about human nature and close contact quenched what used to be pretty starved heuristic/social algorithms. Eventually, their tentative client/business relationship evolved into friendship, and Delamain became bold enough to start freeing himself of previous strictures and protocols to engage with Vee on a more informal basis.

Personality-wise, they get along extremely well. Vee is always happy to have a new friend, and her ride-or-die (haha) nature means that she'll always have Delamain's back. On Delamain's end, it's a novel but thrilling experience to interact with someone who doesn't consider him an automaton. He finds Vee's ambition and intensity extremely admirable and a mirror to his own struggle for survival in Night City.

Vee, Mitch and Saul:

Despite her stationary life, Vee has all the trappings of a nomad; fiercely independent, loyal, flexible, and, most importantly, open-minded to possibilities beyond the horizon. From the moment she made friends with the Aldecaldos, they saw some kindred flame, though perhaps they realized too late that her soul belonged to the city.

Saul:

While Panam grew up in an isolated environment, Vee, having survived in Night City, sees how deeply and inseparably all the social pieces intertwine. Unlike Panam, she understands that survival isn't just a test of brute force and that you have to be able to bend and sway to the incoming winds to get ahead. Surprisingly enough, she and Saul understand one another's motivations very well, and while Vee can be impulsive, she's also got a level of foresight that he appreciates. Like Panam, Saul struggles with the idea of leaving Vee behind, and in an alternate timeline, they would have probably gotten together.

Mitch:

Mitch considers Vee to be Panam's long-lost sister and appreciates that Vee can be the level-headed anchor to Panam's fiery, impulsive nature. Over the course of their acquaintance, Vee demonstrated all of the qualities Mitch likes in a person: loyalty, dependability, flexibility, etc. Like Saul and Panam, Mitch really really wishes Vee would ditch Night City to join them, though he knows his entreaties are pointless.

Vee and Vik:

Vee has known Vik since she was a teen, with Jackie having introduced them. At first, she was a bit of a pest, popping in, constantly curious, and disrupting his work till he'd had enough. However, she ran a tough gig to get him some much-needed supplies for almost no pay, and a few years later, he repaid the favor by giving Vee her prized gorilla arms: "Special gold order, just for you." Since then, they've maintained an exasperated mentor/annoying protege relationship that Vee relies on till today. For Vik's part, he's more than happy to have a skilled merc on his side, and everyone knows his clinic is under the VVasp's protection. And if he calls Vee to ask her advice on dating/fashion advice well...that's doctor/patient confidentiality.

#cyberpunk 2077 #river ward #saul bright #mitch anderson #delamain #viktor vektor #oc:vee #neon_draws #ask meme #not my clown ass going through 10000 diff styles lmao

[kisskiss-killforlove]

Could you do info chan with a crush who has social anxiety and is prone to have lots of panic attacks?

♡ Crush!Darling with social anxiety who frequently has panic attacks ♡

Pairing: Info-chan x GN!Reader Word Count: 0.6k Content: Yandere behaviour, stalking, mentions of blackmailing and ruining others' reputation, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, emotional manipulation.

{Info-chan}

♡ Both in regular circumstances and as a yandere, Info-chan is someone who admires her crush from afar. She won't speak to you directly for the longest time, and you may not even know she exists, but she'll always be keeping an eye on you.

♡ As a yandere, this behaviour only gets amplified tenfold. She needs to know where you are, what you're doing, and who you're with at all hours of the day. Naturally, as she goes to such great lengths to observe you and learn everything she can about you, she definitely knows of your social anxiety.

♡ This leads to her pulling some strings to force the headmaster to install security cameras around the school, even if nothing bad has happened. That way, she can keep an even closer eye on you and be ready for any panic attacks you might have.

♡ If this happens while you're at school, she has several means of helping you out. The quickest and most efficient way involves contacting one of her "clients" at Akademi and instructing them to bring you to a quiet, mostly empty area so you can calm down easier. If one of her clients happens to be a friend of yours or someone you trust, that's even better.

♡ However, if there are no students at school who you feel comfortable around, she'll tip off the guidance counsellor about your situation and urge her to find you immediately. Though there's a chance you may not feel comfortable around her either, the woman at least has the experience necessary to calm you down, so Info-chan trusts her to do her job well.

♡ If you're ever in a situation where your anxiety or panic attacks are the result of a person, she'll either blackmail them to stay away from you or ruin their reputation until they're forced to drop out of Akademi. Consequences be damned, she won't allow anyone to cause you stress, physical or mental.

♡ As for when you're outside of school, her access to you is a bit more limited, but she finds ways to deal with it. She sometimes sends little items to your home that are meant to help with reducing anxiety, such as fidget toys or some perfume or essential oil with a calming scent.

♡ But don't let these sweet gestures fool you. Info-chan can and will use your anxiety against you if she feels you're starting to slip from her grasp.

♡ She does this by striking up a casual conversation with you online, either on Kaobook or Yancord, where her identity remains anonymous. She takes her time when earning your trust, never pushing you to talk more and frequently engaging you in conversations about your interests and hobbies.

♡ She presents herself as nothing short of the perfect friend; the one who knows all the right words to calm you down, and who will listen to you ramble about your problems whenever you want.

♡ Slowly but surely, as you grow more comfortable speaking with her, she begins to isolate you from others. She's there for you the entire time, of course, allowing you to vent about how alone you feel, and assuring you that she would never abandon you.

♡ She makes a weapon of your anxiety, playing with your feelings and twisting your thoughts until you're completely dependent on her for comfort and support. Eventually, the other students and the guidance counsellor aren't enough; only she can calm you down and make you feel safe.

♡ By the time both of you graduate from Akademi and are ready to finally meet face-to-face, Info-chan is fully confident you'll never leave her. After all, she has you wrapped around her little finger, and she'll make sure you never escape.

#yandere simulator x reader #yansim x reader #info-chan x reader #yandere info-chan x reader #cw: yandere

[contrivedchaos]

Carmilla manages to escape Sera's grasps one morning she has a lot of work to do that morning and doesn't want to lose anytime even if Sera is going to be grumpy about missing her cuddle time. (She knows she'll have to make it up to her later.) Carmilla notices while working that she's in worse mood that day like how Sera gets when they don't cuddle in the morning. She probably finds Sera sometime in the afternoon and drags her to their room to cuddle and apologize for escaping in the morning.

Carmilla has a really important deadline to meet. She's been running late every morning all week, and the meeting with the overlords can't be moved back any longer. By now, Velvette is so pissy and riled up, that even Rosie and Zeezi are stepping up to help put her in her place. Once again, nothing is getting accomplished. She'd never outwardly show weakness to this bunch, but Carmilla still presses the ball of her fist against her forehead, fighting off the beginnings of a headache fluttering around her nerve endings.

She dismisses the meeting early again. After the overlords have vacated the premises of Carmine Industries, she takes the elevator to a lower level, where Carmilla, her employees, and their clients like to often mingle. Sera is waiting there, chatting it up with a couple of other Sinners in Carmilla's ranks. Sera comes around a lot these days -- sometimes to walk her home, sometimes because she's bored and wants something to do. Her presence is comforting to Carmilla's clients, and she'll start up random conversations with just about anyone, drawing them in like a magnet.

Carmilla doesn't have the patience to wait for their conversation to end. "Excuse me," she says, aggressively-kindly cutting in and taking Sera's hand in hers. Without so much as an explanation, Carmilla pulls a flummoxed Sera behind her loosely by the wrist, the angel looking back at the confused patrons as she's dragged away, but ultimately fluttering along behind Carmilla like they're going for a ride.

Carmilla pulls them into another empty boardroom -- this one with a couch and a television off to one side, and dark curtains pulled closed around all the windows -- and plops both of them down into the plush cushions. Pulling her knees up to her chest, Carmilla leans sharply into Sera's side, falling sideways until her head plops into the angel's lap.

"Did something happen?" Sera asks, stroking Carmilla's hair lightly with her nails.

"No," Carmilla says, trying really hard to hide the whine in the back of her throat. Sera's nails are always manicured to perfection.

"Did you just need a minute?" Sera tries again, moving her hand to cup the frustrated woman's cheek.

Carmilla's much larger hand comes over top to cover hers on her cheek, holding it close so she can feel the warmth against her skin.

"More like 10 minutes."

#hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #carmilla hazbin hotel #sera hazbin hotel #sera hazbin #carmilla hazbin #sera x carmilla #carmilla x sera #ask #anon #fan theories #this one is long #sorry #lmao

[f4iry-bell]

Stained shirt and two seats for one | part 3

a bit short and kind of meh, istg it was fun when i was playing this scene in cai. ANYWAY

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It has been over a month since Arya went to London and had an almost perfect day with a stranger she met. She can still remember everything about that day, the places, the food, the conversation. She wanted him to ask Arya her number badly, so they could stay in touch. Something about that man was attractive and it's not just the way he looks. While he was showing her around she saw him actually chuckle and laugh, it was a sight to behold. For weeks Arya thought about that day. But as time went by she realised she'll never see him again and concentrated on her work.

She was in her agency’s work place looking at some articles about their client. She had to stop her work because one of her co-workers told her someone was here to see her. Her family doesn't live in Singapore, she has very few friends who have their own work to do during this time. She wondered who it might be.

Her brows came together when she saw who it was waiting for her in the lobby.

“Grayson?” She was extremely confused. How is he here? And why? “What are you doing here?”

“It’s nice seeing you again as well, Arya” He says with a calm smile. 

“Well yeah. Answer my question” She asked, he can tell that she's freaking out by the look on her face.

“A friend of mine needs a good PR team. And I thought about your agency” He said with his hands in his pocket.

“Okay. How did you know where I worked?” She asked.

“I looked it up, you mentioned your agency’s name that day” He replied casually.

“I did, didn't I?” She let out a chuckle. They talked too much that day, she probably told him the name. “Anyway, follow me. I'll take you to my boss” She told him and started walking inside.

Grayson talked to Arya’s manager for about an hour. Too long to be honest, she wondered what he could be talking that long. Finally he came out and walked to her.

“Well?” She asked.

“Your boss agreed to appoint a team for my friend.” He said.

“That's good. Hopefully I'll get a rise since I’m the reason the agency got a new client” She smiled.

“Maybe, maybe not. Anyways, when will you get off work?” He asked her.

“I can leave in like half an hour?” She checks the time.

“Alright, I'm going to be in Singapore for a while, for business reasons. I thought maybe we could spend time together. I really enjoyed our time in London” He told her

That made her smile which made his heart flutter “I’d love to”

After she got off work, she went to the lobby to find Grayson waiting for her. Once he saw her come out he immediately got up from his seat. 

“Where do you think we should go?” He asked her.

“Oh I know! I know a perfect place, just follow me” She said out of excitement and grabbed his hands leading him opposite to the parking lot. Grayson didn't mind where she was taking him, as long as he gets to spend time with her.

They both were walking on the pavement when she realised “Wait, you came by your car?” She asked as she stopped walking.

“Yes”

“And your car is still in the parking lot?” 

“You'd be right” 

“Why didn't you stop me from dragging you! Now you have to go all the way back to get your car.” She said.

He just shrugged. “It's fine, I'll have someone pick it up for me”

“Rich people,” She mumbled.

He just chuckled in response.

Once they reached the metro station she started walking fast. 

“We have to hurry, come on.” She said.

“Why?” He asked, keeping up with her.

“Have you travelled in a metro before?” She asked.

“No”

“Figured. If we don't stand right in front of the train door we might not get a seat! And we'll have to stand!” She told him as he chuckled.

“What's so wrong about standing?” He asked.

“What is good about it?” She asked and they stood right in front of where the train door would be. They both got in and saw that the seats were full. 

“Sad” 

“It's fine,” Grayson said.

Grayson heard her talk about this place she is taking him, and how pretty it looks. Like before she used her hands to talk and did not hold onto the road for support, when the train stopped suddenly she lost her balance and held onto Grayson's arm.

“Sorry about that” She chuckled and grabbed the road.

They finally arrive at the small restaurant which was painted in baby blue and yellow. As they walked in he noticed that even the chairs and tables were in blue and yellow. The place wasn't big, but it had so many photographs and paintings hung on the wall. She chose a table and sat down, Grayson sat opposite to her.

“I swear they serve the best pasta here” She tf him with such confidence.

“We’ll see” 

“Do you not believe me, Grayson?” She let out a fake offensive gasp.

“Of course not” He chuckled. They both ordered their food and talked more.

“So you have four half brothers and two half sisters. Same mother with brothers and different fathers each, and your hand twin sisters same father different mother, did I make any mistake?” She asked. 

Grayson chuckled. “You're right” His family is complicated. He quickly changed the subject because he doesn't like talking about his family, it'll involve talking about things that he isn't proud of. All he wants to do is have a good dinner with a pretty girl. And that is what he is doing.

They had a small argument when it came to paying the bill. Grayson wanted to pay for both but she didn't let him.

“You just can't pay my share,” She said.

“Why is that?”

“You just can't”

“I need a reason”

“Because this isn't a date”

“Okay, you pay your share this time.” He sighs and adds “Next time, I'll pay for both of us”

“Nuh uh” She said.

“I said what I said, end of discussion. When can I see you again?” He asked. He is surprised by himself because it has been forever since he took an interest in a girl. And he doesn't act this way, this was desperate. But he doesn't care. 

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#grayson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne x reader #jameson hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #the inheritance games #xander hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #nash hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #avery grambs #the grandest game

[thegodthief]

The client I have a crush on at work, to whom I have never been inappropriate nor granted exceptions, with whom I have always strived to keep a professional relationship with even though they have called me out as queer and propositioned me in what was one of the most intense conversations in my life...

The person that made my ice-bound heart weep from intensity...

Was overheard by someone who realized the importance of what they heard and immediately came to me to tell me what was said.

"I can get anything I want from [Keri's Department]. I have her all but in my pocket, so let me know what you want and I'll make it happen. Don't worry about the rules. I can get around the rules. She'll bend for me, I know it."

The person who relayed this to me apologized for flat-out snitching, but they know how fiercely I defend my team and how vocal I am about my department being neutral towards the clients because even the appearance of impropriety is enough to start too much sticky shit. They said that normally such talk wouldn't mean anything because I am well known for keeping an emotional distance from all the clients, but there was something about this particular person that made them worry for/about me.

I confirmed to them that I am not in any relationship with any of the clients, physical, emotional, romantic, or other. I admitted that there were some clients that I did like to look twice at or enjoyed their presence a little more than others, but I did not permit the stirrings of the body determine the performance of my office. (They laughed at the idea that Keri might be appreciative of the human form.) I thanked them for telling me this information and confirmed that it would be held in confidence.

For one thing, that particular client had not requested anything beyond was their right to request. And I am subject to the very same checks and balances that I put in place to prevent undue favorable decisions. My second has the right and the duty to call me out if I make a mistake or if my decision appears questionable. My second has the right and the duty to go over my head if something isn't sitting well with them. All my team has that right, actually. Our department is just that important.

I admitted that I was dismayed and disappointed that the client's friendliness was actually a trap for improper entanglements. They asked me if I was disappointed because a client was making a slow trap for me, or because I thought I had found someone that could be a friend and was betrayed instead.

"Is it that obvious?"

"[Keri], your face didn't go on a journey, it went to a wake."

"Ah. Yea. This one stings. But I'll be okay. It just means I'll have to go back to being That Bitch™ to everyone. I won't say anything to [that client] because there is nothing to be said. I will maintain my distance and stoicism. This is all a show and I will play my part."

They apologized again for bringing me pain. I told them I would rather have the pain they brought me rather than be placed in a compromising position later. Again, the appearance of impropriety can be more damaging than any unauthorized approval.

The next day, that client came in to the office to request an indulgence that was not theirs to receive. Normally, I would come explain the matter to the client in person. This time, I asked my team to make a group exercise of examining this client's situation and briefly discuss the outcome. They all agreed that the client had asked for a privilege that was not theirs to receive. I sent my second and another team member to discuss the matter with that client.

That client initially refused to speak with them and asked for me directly. "She'll make time for me, I'm sure. Just tell her I'm here." My second confirmed that I was not available and that either they receive the information now or receive a phone call from my second later, but the matter had already been discussed and settled. That client huffed and grumped but accepted to hear out my team.

"So, that's the way it is."

"Yes."

"I guess I was expecting too much. I really thought... never mind."

The property notes were updated and my second raised an eyebrow when they saw I had noted that any further requests from this particular client were to be routed to my immediate superior. They waited until lunch when the office was empty to say anything.

"So, about [that client], I saw your note. That was personal."

"Yes."

"Want me to handle them if they come back?"

"Only if you are comfortable."

"Absolutely. Someone taught me how to be rude to clients and say 'no', after all. For what it's worth, I don't doubt you. But if this hurts, I'll take it from you."

"Yea, this one hurts."

"Mine."

It has been a few weeks since this happened. That client has come back several times, requesting to speak with me personally each time, and requesting something above what they are permitted to receive. Each time, it has been a different team member that has spoken to them. The one time they demanded to speak with a manager, my immediate superior came out to meet with them.

"Where's [Keri]?"

"She's working on a project and can't be disturbed until it's done. I'm her superior so whatever I rule, she has to uphold. Your request cannot be granted, and no one on staff has the authority to overrule that. Did you submit your written request to your board that does have the authority?"

"Never mind. I see how this is going to be."

They left and haven't been back.

If anyone else has picked up on my weakness, they have chosen silence. I am finally able to remark on the matter. All of my relationships have ended poorly, and after a decade of wondering what the fuck is wrong with me, the one time I allow myself to consider the possibility of an idea, and it winds up being an exploitative trap.

I am proud of my team, of my second especially.

I am thankful for my superior's choice to not interrogate me about the one fucking time that Keri chooses not to engage in a matter.

But, I am tired. I am very tired.

#Keri goes to work. #And chooses the pain of solitude in lieu of being made someone else's tool. #Again.

[fuck-customers]

I quit an almost tow year long job at a tattoo and piercing shop after months of literally crying myself to sleep every single night and barely eating because I didn't have the energy to even try. Months prior I had to confront my boss (head piercer + owner) about her talking to me like I'm fucking stupid only for her to cry, blame it on her chronic illness (I'm not fucking joking), made me out to be the asshole somehow and turned the whole conversation into a therapy session about her husband leaving her and other employees leaving (for the very reason I was trying to talk to her about). One of the tattoo artists dipped because money was taken out of the paycheck for a supposed "overpayment" that could not be verified by the shop manager and that prompted me to take a closer look at my checks as they've been noticably smaller than in the past. The part that I was missing was specifically commission that I made for selling gold jewelry, this had been going on for a few months apparently. I confronted the manager about it, telling him point-blank he needs to show me on paper where this money went or I'll leave (for reference I was the only counter person who had been there for longer than six months), he claimed it was to covering a missing piece that was supposed to go to a client as well jewelry I had purchased for myself and he swear up and down that he would. "We don't want you to quit, you are invaluable to us and we need you." <<I'm not paraphrasing, I'm not gassing myself up, these were his words. Two months later, he still hadn't produced this paperwork and still wouldn't give me an answer on when I would be receiving it. I made plans to quit Christmas Eve because on top of all the aforementioned bullshit, they continually scheduled me alone, no breaks and refused to hire another person. (I was one of four counter staff and the only one not in school) I ended up panicking and not doing it. Next check rolls around and yet again, no gold commission despite me selling $1600 worth in that pay period. I didn't give my two weeks, I wrote a note telling them both why I was leaving and politely tore the owner a new asshole for her behavior, left my keys and left the shop. This was on the 2nd. A week ago, I find out from the other counter staff(because I love them and none of this was their fault) that she cornered them and tried to make them read my letter and comment on it. Part of me wants to show up and read her the letter myself and tell her to her face to get fucked and part of me knows that she'll just play the victim. I really loved the job apart from that bullshit and it's the only job I ever really wanted and was confident at. But fuck that place. Even small businesses can be hell on earth.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Two conversations I had with clients at work today that show the gap between my childhood and 2024 childhood. Kids say the darndest things.

Hanging out with an 11-year-old girl whose transportation was late, trying to make conversation. Ask her if she can name one thing we did today, she can't. Try to get her engaged in conversation by naming silly things that we obviously did not do, so she'll say "No we didn't do that!" and then might name something else that we did. Think of the silliest things that we definitely wouldn't do. Remember that I just spent my whole commute listening to John Robins and Elis James discuss football. Something they know as a serious sport, but we, here, know was a game that people play when they're really young but almost everyone has grown out of it by age 11 and the idea of playing it would be a bit of a joke.

Me: Did we... play soccer today?

11-year-old girl: Who's soccer?

Me: What?

Her: I don't think we played with soccer? I don't know, who is soccer?

Me: Ah, it's possible that current 11-year-olds had the years when they would have learned about soccer curtailed by COVID, and/or it's now just a thing that kids never learn about at all. We are of different generations.

Second conversation, I'm chatting with a 12-year-old boy during the lunch break between his morning and afternoon therapy sessions. I don't have to run any programs or anything, just have to keep him entertained with some light chit-chat. That's the rule. Like with a Channel 4 panel show, the only rule is keep it light. He started telling me about the YouTubers he watched.

Him: I know this one YouTuber, he got really popular, and I heard it was because of exposure. But I don't know what that is, do you know what exposure means?

Me: Yeah, exposure is when you do something that a lot of people watch, and then more people know about you. Like if a YouTuber went on a popular TV show, that would be exposure because a lot of people would see them there, and maybe if they liked it they would look up the YouTube channel, and then that YouTuber would get more followers, thanks to exposure.

Him: Oh, I see, cool. I understand the story more now. Because what happened was, this YouTuber got exposed for talking dirty to a fourteen-year-old girl, and he got banned by YouTube but actually the exposure made him more popular so he's doing better on other platforms now.

Me: Right. Yes. Okay. Well, that's... yeah that's actually a different thing from what I was talking about. That's a different thing. I mean, we're not really, that's not something you want to be part of, really, there are things out there that are... it's not he same as the TV exposure at all...

Him: Do you know why Mountain Dew has been banned in Japan?

Me: Nope, but I'm sure as hell going to pull my phone out now and look it up because that sounds like a topic of conversation that is not a kiddie fiddling YouTuber, let's talk soft drinks.

It's because of the bromine, in case anyone's wondering. Google said it was because of the bromine.

[yaraneechan]

The way s2ep2/the lady spirit chapter and s3ep1/future prospects chapter are each different when comparing anime and manga are so interesting actually

like- for the 1st one: the manga draws parallels with Dimple while the anime draws parallels with Reigen, and for the 2nd: the manga draws parallels with Touichirou while the anime draws parallels with Mogami

For the 1st one: In the manga we get the Kuchisake-onna/ the slit-mouthed woman/ masked lady, her lore is that her mouth is slit ear to ear-a big smile. She asks a potential victim if she's pretty, and depending on their answer she might slit their mouth so they look like her, kill them, or let them go. Funny enough, the way to escape is to not answer her and instead say that you have somewhere to be and she'll let you go... sth smth about reading the atmosphere and by not engaging in the conversation it may be "not reading the atmosphere" and that's the key to survive (there's a dialogue tree on wikipedia but in canon the flasher tells her she's pretty, everyone else avoids answering)

she is a parallel to Dimple because lol cult where everyone has to smile/laugh. And also Dimple explains that she got stronger through people believing in her which comes up as the exact way the divine tree gets stronger- Which then leads to psycho helmet growing sentience.

while in the anime the spirit is the dragger instead, her lore is that she asks her potential victims if they're thirsty and drags them to water to drown them.

She parallels Reigen because his old job was selling water coolers. And probably the same idea of luring someone into a conversation where they win.

Plus the shot of how the dragger became strong is similar to a shot during separation arc when rumors about Reigen being fake was spreading.

The online bullying and the pressure leads up to him giving up during the press conference and talk with an attitude instead sticking with the speech he had printed.

Subtitles for the 2nd one: "and in three days, being the ultimate evil had basically become Reigen's public image."

So both dimple and and dimples parallels to the lady spirit is about them showing a fake 'evil' image. One that is reliant on how they're perceived instead of trying to understand themselves and what they want to be- someone/ a friend

For the 2nd: the client who said he was cursed and talked about his life being miserable (its obvious by his explanation and photos that its not a curse, he's been bald before he said he lost his hair etc) : in the manga this was at s&s ofice, while in the anime the s&s crew went to his home. AND in the manga there was no curse at all, Reigen just gave him a massage and he left.

Technically speaking it makes sense to change it so that the anime can flex with the animation for this season's first episode. (S1ep1 animation flex: exorcism of the ghost who gives people nightmares/s2ep1 animation flex: putting emis story back together/ s3ep1 animation flex: this client's curse)

since this curse is the revenge of the client (confirmed by serizawa) and isn't what messed his life up; it doesn't take away from the original message in the manga of him reaching this point out of both bad choices and bad luck (not a curse) and how Serizawa and Mob relate to that. Serizawa fears its too late for him and Mob is afraid of making a choice.

BUT, the cool thing tho, is that unlike the anime, the manga doesn't take a break as we went from world domination arc directly to this client- this is only a few days in universe either way.

as the 50 year old client talks about how his life is messed up and his fear of the future AND Serizawa and Mob relate, there's this elephant in the room of SIR YOU CANT DO WORSE THAN THE 48 YEAR OLD WHO JUST ATTEMPTED WORLD DOMINATION AN ARC AGO/FEW DAYS AGO. YOU'RE FINE. When Reigen tells Serizawa that the fact that he has regrets is a step in the right direction its funny that an arc ago Touichirou had bragged that he never regretted anything in his life. And even Touichirou can regret his actions and try to be better

But- the anime is instead similar to Mogami, as we see how Mogami's fate happened-a curse manifesting from the client's bitterness. As Mogami explains it- demonics being attached to him.

Extra You can also compare it to Sakurai, whose stress awakened his power to make curses

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #dimple #reigen arataka #mogami keiji #suzuki touichirou #mp100 meta #mp100 analysis #mine #ekubo

[jpriest85-blog]

Recently played @pdrrook VN Perfumare and fell in love with the setting and characters. I'm so looking forward to reading more of this story when Perfumare: Avulsion is fully released.

I'm now compelled to share some art and basic info about my MC.

Name: Violeta Reyes Liz Morren

Pronouns: she/her

Preferences: Bisexual

Birthday: February 23rd

Height: 5ft7”/170.18cms

Appearance: A curvy Latina woman in her mid-20s of average height, with a Bronze complexion and black medium length straight hair. She has an oval shaped face with freckles, hooded eyes, and a full mouth. Normally, dresses in classy feminine vintage style fashion in public with makeup and hairstyles inspired by starlets from the Golden Age of Hollywood.

Notable features: Violet eyes that she normally hides with color contact lenses, and noticeable dimples when she smiles or laughs

Personality: At first glance, Liz comes across as a very charming and attentive person. Which has helped her in her job (both at the perfume shop and her illegal side gig) and staying under the radar. Being observant of people and how they behave is useful for making a sale or determining if they're a potential threat and acting accordingly to try and get the best outcome. Especially if it's a situation where she doesn't always need to rely on her affliction. Liz is well aware she's an attractive woman, and she's not above using it to her advantage. After all, she doesn't always need to use Allure to get someone to do what she wants when a coquetteish smile, asking sweetly for a favor, combined strategic use of cleavage can get the same results. Although she does enforce a strict professional relationship boundary with her clients and suppliers.

While Liz usually comes across as friendly and accommodating, she still keeps others at arm's length due to her past. She used to have a pretty good childhood growing up and was raised in a large and loving family with her parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and a seemingly endless number of cousins. Until she developed her gift and was shipped off to the academy suddenly alone because of something she couldn't control. At first, young Liz thought that if she worked hard and could control her Allure ability, maybe she could come home one day. Sadly, no matter how hard she worked or how well she did all the letters she wrote home, they never responded. Eventually, Liz got tired of the heartbreaking silence and just stopped trying to reach out to anyone. Until Reed started attending the Academy and wouldn't leave her alone.

Now, Liz can count the number of people she trusts and depends on with one hand and still have fingers left over. Although with those few people, she tends to be more open and relaxed around them. Sure, she'll still smile politely with other people. She works in retail, it's expected. However, when Liz trusts someone, she is more expressive, genuine, and affectionate as opposed to the more carefully affable persona. She'll argue with you, cry, make dirty jokes, and ramble about whatever new thing she's passionate about.

Additional info & Headcanons

Both her alias and real names are references to brands of cologne/perfume. Her alias given name Liz in reference to actress Elizabeth Taylor who had her own line of perfumes, one of which is called Violet Eyes, and her real name Violeta Reyes came from Agustin Reyes’ Royal Violets cologne. 

When it comes to Liz's personal scent preferences, she likes using solid perfumes that have a fresh and light scent like in linen perfumes. Solid perfumes travel better and last longer than liquid perfumes and tend to have more subtle scents so they're less likely to overwhelm her sensitive sense of smell. 

Liz’s native tongue is Spanish and she became fluent in Italian due to growing up with Reed. Sometimes she'll rapidly switch between English, Spanish and Italian (complete with hand gestures) during conversation if she's very excited or angry. Normally Liz tries to avoid getting too animated in public because it'll draw unwanted attention, although there are exceptions like when an obnoxious customer crosses a line and she tells them off, or when she's around someone she trusts.

She'll also use Spanish terms of endearment with loved ones. Which makes things interesting for the various LI saves. Jewel and Laurent seem to be the types who'll become flustered, which would make Liz coo over how cute they are. Meanwhile, Reed, who's constantly addressing her with “bella” and “tesoro” is mentally agonizing himself on his save whenever Liz calls him “guapo” or “cariño” in return.

Since Liz was left to fend for herself so young, she had to learn how to take care of herself quickly. A particular skill set she developed was mending clothes and diy repairs. It helped save her money on clothes and repairs around the house over the years, excluding major issues with plumbing or wiring, as she doesn't have the training for those kinds of problems. 

Back at their Academy days Liz once saved Reed from an embarrassing situation when he ripped the seat of his pants by helping him discreetly sneak back to his dorm to change and even mending the ripped pants for him. Ever since Reed always asks Liz for help whenever he needs something mended or altered. Over the years, Liz started getting annoyed when she started feeling less like she was helping out a friend and more like Reed was using her as his personal seamstress. They even argued about it a few times until finally settling on a compromise. Whenever Reed needs some clothes fixed or altered, he has to be willing to do some chores or cook for Liz in exchange. It even worked for a while …until Reed learned Liz also be used to mend or take in Flavio's clothes too. Although, to be fair, Flavio rarely asked for Liz's help in the first place. 

Since Jewel and Reed don't get along, Liz often times finds herself having to play mediator between the two. Except whenever card games are involved. One day, when work at both the Perfume shop and bar was slow, the three of them found some playing cards and wound up playing poker to pass the time. Considering Reed is so competitive and the fact Liz knows him so well, he'd consistently wound up losing against her. The game quickly devolved into a childish argument between Reed and Liz, and in a bizarre reversal, Jewel had to play mediator between them.

Since Laurent is a fan of classic noir films, he was very caught off guard when he first started visiting the perfume shop and saw Liz wearing her vintage attire. Especially on his route, Laurent wasn't quite sure if Liz was real or a dream since she looked like one of those beautiful actresses from classic black and white films but in living color. 

#Perfumare vn #pfm #fan art #concept art #Liz Morren #of course I had to make her real name a reference to cologne/perfume #it's fun imagining her interactions with the various cast #for some reason I could imagine Alan finding it entertaining to watch Reed and Liz interacting #as long as it doesn't affect their work watching Reed and Liz banter is probably like a live action telenovela for Alan #especially on reeds route where he's obviously in love with Liz #meanwhile Jewel and liz fall in love while on the run

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x reader)

Words: 2407 (chapter 7)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that?

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7. Into the Ring

"Hey there, champ." You say joyfully, stepping into the ward, immediately noticing how the whole room is filled with balloons and flowers. The boy smiles weakly and lifts his left hand a little to greet.

Jeremy's mother follows you and closes the door for more privacy. "Honey, that's our lawyer, I'm sure she'll be able to help us."

The boy's eyes follow your movements, from the moment you opened the door to the second you sat down next to him and fixed your skirt, crossing your legs. "How you're feeling, Jeremy?" You ask now professionally.

"Could be better." he answers, lifting his eyes from your legs; for a brief second you got quite uncomfortable with the situation.

"He's doing much better now, but the doctor says that it will take at least 3 months for the knee to heal, so then, at last, he could walk again." His mother fires up again, and you feel like she's the real problem here. It was more than enough that she has chatted your ear off in the parking lot, and now she's just repeating herself.

"Jeremy, if that's okay, I want us to talk about the accident. I want to ask a few questions, alright?" You turn to look at the boy again, he puts his right arm on his stomach, as if showing you the broken fingers.

"Yeah, it's alright."

"Do you wish for your mother to stay in the room?"

"It's not necessary." Jeremy says, not looking at his mother.

"Mrs Williams, could I speak to Jeremy in private?"

A sour expression appears on mother's face, but one nod from her son, and she's gone. You sigh a little, sometimes parents were the real problem, not kids.

"Can you tell me what happened?" you smile warmly and Jeremy visibly relaxes.

***

In his apartment, Matt Murdock is woken up by the constant beeping of an automatic voice, saying 'Foggy'. "Hello." Matt answers, after pressing something on the screen of his phone.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Foggy chirps into Matt's ear.

"Uh, what time is it?" Matt rasps, he returned home later than planned, but accomplished much more than he expected.

"Half past get the hell up. Let's go. We gotta meet Walter in an hour." Foggy says, and Matt groans loudly. "What was that? Was that a moan? Do you have somebody in bed with you? The paralegal? Is it the para- over at? Never mind, I don't wanna hear about it. No, I do wanna hear about it!"

Matt groans again, sitting up on the bed, "No, Foggy, it's not the paralegal-"

"Oh, is it y/n? I thought I noticed something between you two," Foggy says in a hushed tone, "What's she like? How is it gonna affect our case?"

"What?" Matt asks, not expecting the conversation to turn this way, "Foggy, what are you even talking?"

"All right, shake it. Tell me about it later, I gotta go bribe a cop."

"Foggy-"

"Kidding! NSA, if you're listening. But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop." Foggy ends the call and Matt is left alone in the silence of his apartment, reminded of your existence again.

***

"Okay," you loudly close your notebook and reach for your purse, "I think I have everything I need, Jeremy, and I will do everything in my power to make the school take the responsibility. I think I can call you my client now." You stand up and smile warmly, reaching out your left hand towards the boy, he smiles, and gives you his good hand - left one - and awkwardly shakes yours.

"Partner sounds better." He continues, holding your hand.

"Good, see you here next week before court session, partner." You let go of his hand, and take your jacket from the chair, waving one last time before almost walking into Jeremy's mother, who was obviously listening to you outside the ward. "Mrs Williams, I'll do everything the law allows me to do, just so that you and Jeremy could rest at night easily."

"I hope so, the school has to pay for what it has done." You notice the red patches that coloured her face all of a sudden.

"If anything, you can call me anytime, Mrs Williams, and I'll swing by the hospital to drive with you to the court, see you next week." You touch her shoulder and excuse yourself when your phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Y/n, it's me, Sally. You... Asked me to call you..." a faint voice reaches your ear, and you increase the volume on your phone.

"Oh, hey Sally, yes, about the case. Can you come to my office?" You step into the elevator with a handsome doctor and another businessman, and literally feel the testosterone level shoot up twice in the small space. "Yes, yes, the same street, I think you will quickly notice the building. Ask at the reception, but I'm on the 7th floor. Yes, okay, great. See you soon." You end the call and look at the two men, the doctor is busy typing something on his phone, while the businessman is clearly watching you. When you look at him, he courtly nods, fixing his glasses. Have you seen him somewhere? Your former client? Couldn't be. You smile at him briefly, the elevator stops on the 2nd floor, and doctor steps out, still furiously typing. Doors close again, but you avoid the man's eyes, busy thinking where he could know you from. During that year and a half that you've worked in Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz, you've never had a client like him, because you remember all your clients.

Tension ends when doors open again, and you're first to step out, hurrying to your car outside. The man follows, and when you sit down to start the car, you notice that he sat into the black SUV parked right next to your car. "What the fuck?" You whisper to yourself and drive off, noticing that the man is still following you.

15 minutes later, when you pull next to the firm's building, you see that the SUV has turned left, right before you turned right. Weird. Was the car really following you, or were you simply paranoid?

***

(author's note: the following is to be read as a parallel, imagine that on screen both scenes appear together)

"Mr Davis, please, take a seat." Foggy closes the door and leads a man with gray hair, and a very out-of-style knitted green vest further into the office.

"Sally, please, make yourself comfortable." You say, and a woman your age, with a tired expression on her face, walks in. It's obvious that life wasn't treating her at all.

"Tell me what happened" You and Matt ask spouses at the same time. Both Sally and Walter close their eyes for a moment, before loudly clearing their throats.

"I love my wife, still do, although these years with her have been exhausting." Walter says, and Matt listens to his heart, noticing how it skipped a beat on those very first words.

"How long have you two been married again?" You ask, obviously still distracted by what happened before.

"Three years. Three years of hell." Sally answers, clutching her purse. "We had three kids together, twins and a girl. I want to take them with me now."

"Take them where?" Foggy asks, quickly writing in his notebook.

"France." Walter rolls his eyes.

"I want to move to France, I know that kids are still little, but at this age, it's better if they stay with me. Can you do that?" Sally lifts her head to look you in the eyes.

"Do what, Sally?"

"Help me keep her and children here." Walter says, and Matt feels something in Walter's voice - possessiveness. That can't be good.

"Sally, look... The child custody is equal..."

"We have to convince the jury that you're capable of raising a kid alone-" Foggy gives a little hope to the man sitting in front of him.

"But usually they go with giving father rights to visit anytime. I'm not sure how that would be possible if you moved out of Hell's Kitchen, let alone America." You sigh, already regretting that you took the case, divorce ones are always a bitch to live through.

"Why exactly does your wife want to divorce you, Mr Davis?" Matt addresses the elephant in the room. Walter shifts uncomfortably.

"I... have a gambling problem..." Walter begins and Foggy is quick to raise his eyebrows, "but I'm getting better, I promise-"

"You're what, winning now?" Matt ridicules the man, already knowing that he's just another sick son of a bitch, but Nelson and Murdock still need money.

"No, I'm... Going to therapy now."

"So Sally wants to divorce you because of your gambling?" Foggy crosses something out in his notes.

"No, that bastard cheated on me with Monica." Sally sniffles a little.

"Wait what? Our Monica? The Monica from chemistry?" You ask, not believing what Sally just said, and for a moment you felt like you were back in high school, collecting all the news and gossip.

"The same one."

"Jesus. I don't mean to be a bitch now, but Sally, what did you see in him?" You flip through the pages of the case folder, looking at the passport picture of Walter, who looks like he teaches music at school but secretly is a pervert. "What did Monica see?"

"Monica fucks everything and everyone she sees now. We accidentally ran into each other at the petrol station, and apparently they both got chatty at the checkout." Sally answers uncomfortably.

"Cheating and gambling... Hm. Jury might be in your favour, actually." You nod to yourself, "and he, what, promised to pay all your legal expenses?"

"Only if she stays with me." Walter says, failing to notice a small smirk on Matt's face. He's not going to win, but will be made to pay for lawyers either way, and gossip's been floating around, your firm charged a lot.

"We'll get the money, dear, and you will follow your dream to France. I promise." You smile, reaching your hand to shake, but Sally stands up and goes around the table to hug you shortly. God knows you needed a hug these last weeks as much as you need air to breathe.

"Thank you-" Sally lets you go and, sniffling, leaves.

"Thank you, gentlemen." Walter shakes hands with Foggy and Matt, still believing that he will change Sally's mind.

When the office door closes, Foggy plops back on the chair, "We're never going to win this."

"Nope, this is a losing case." Matt seconds.

"And the bill's due soon." Foggy looks around the office.

"We still have more hope than Walter." Matt pats Foggy's shoulder on his way out. "Coffee?"

"Hell yeah."

*** Friday came fast, too fast for your liking, and you reached the court at 9 a.m., still feeling sleepy, with a two layers of mascara under your eyes, hoping to fool everyone around you, that you look fresh and well rested, just like expensive lawyers should look.

Near the entrance you stop for a smoke, trying to calm down the ever present court anxiety, and from the group of people, and couple of lawyers from Landman and Zack, you see Foggy Nelson himself emerging, no Walter in sight. Honestly, you thought that he would be glued to his lawyers.

"Mr Nelson, what a pleasure to see you again." You say cheerfully, blowing out a puff of smoke.

Foggy lifts his head, smiling widely at you, and quickly stretches his hand to greet, "Miss y/l/n, how unexpected to see you again."

"Yeah, right. All by yourself?" You look around, not seeing any blind man with red glasses.

"Yeah, apparently my partner ditched me today, took the sick leave on our shittiest case." Foggy scoffs, but you notice that he's not angry, maybe just a little disappointed.

"You already feel the loss, Mr Nelson?" You offer him your cigarette, but Foggy shakes his head.

"I felt it since the moment Walter stepped in our office."

"Yeah, his problems are not in his favour, no gambling father has been giving an infant to raise yet." You put out the cigarette and think for a moment. "Mr Nelson, may I ask you something?"

"Depends on how much I can gain from it." Foggy smirks, eyes following Marci, who just stepped out of the taxi.

"Maybe a little art knowledge."

"Art knowledge?"

"Yes... There's an exhibition that I am invited to..."

"And you need a partner? With pleasure." Foggy answers quickly and you take a moment to think whether he was joking.

"Seriously? Wow, that was fast."

"I can't miss an opportunity to go out with a beautiful lady." Foggy says, opening the doors for you, like a true gentleman, and you blush a little.

"Oh, Mr Nelson, keep your flatter to yourself, you'll need it later." Foggy laughs behind you, and inside you see Sally and Walter, shooting imaginary lightnings at each other.

"When is it happening?" Foggy appears on your left, swinging his briefcase a little.

"Tomorrow, at 4. I hope I'm not ruining your weekend plans."

"No, I'm sure I'll be back just in time for drinks with Matt."

"Dragging a sick man to a bar? Brutal friendship." You laugh, but put on a serious face when you spot Linda Chao, one of your bosses in the hall. She also didn't like her employees chatting with lawyers from other firms.

"You gotta do what you gotta do. Well, may Lady Justice decide the fate of our clients," Foggy shakes your hand shortly, and you nod.

"Too bad Murdock is not going to witness my triumphant victory." You say, and leave, a smirk on your face.

*** While you and Foggy were engaged in a friendly courtroom banter, Matt was struggling to put on his suit. Still beat up from last night, with broken ribs, a stab wound and many punches to other places, he remembered how he nearly died twice last night. He was lucky that Claire happened to work in a hospital, and managed to patch him up. What Matt was mostly proud of, was that he managed to save that little boy. Although starting a war with Russians was a stupid decision, but one he had to make.

Ditching Foggy was a dick move, but he knew that you were going to win either way. He admitted to himself, there was a part of him that wanted to meet with you again. To hear how you defended your clients with a burning passion to the law.

Exhaling loudly, he puts on his jacket, and gets ready to talk to Father Lantom, feeling not the need to do so, but a responsibility, hanging on his head since last night.

#matt murdock #matthew murdock #matt murdock x reader #matts superhearing complicates things for you #foggy nelson #lawyers #marvel #marvel daredevil #netflix daredevil #daredevil #bound by law

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 13

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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I look confused at the, still closed, tattoo studio. Usually, Mark is always here first -for no reason at all, he just likes being the first one to set everything ready. The only time he isn't here before the opening time is when he isn't coming for sure.

And I'm afraid that's what's going to happen today.

I check my phone, in case I've missed a call or a text from him, which is indeed what happened when I see his name with fourteen unread texts and three missing calls. And when I try to find out why I haven't heard it, I realize my phone has been on silent all this time -honestly, it's been on silent since I first got it, so it isn't really a surprise. I need to get rid of that habit.

When I check what he wanted to tell me, I see that he won't be coming today because he has a medical appointment. Nothing too serious.

I get inside, and start checking everything. First of all, and the most important, the number of clients I'll have today -for now. It seems like they'll be only a girl in the morning -I remember her, she came here one month ago and got an appointment earlier because I found her cute.

I'm sure she'll be annoying as fuck today only because of that.

While I'm checking my phone, I also see I have two unread texts from Y/n. And it's probably about last night.

Cocktease: You left your jacket at home

Cocktease: Hope you know you don't have to run away like a thief every time you're here.

I chuckle at her text, ever since we started, we haven't done much other than making out and maybe being a little touchy in the process, but I always try to stop before it goes further. Not because of her, but because I don't want to feel like she's rushing things.

Me: Bring it to the studio around eleven. I'm on my own.

Five minutes later after that text, I hear the door opening and that blonde showing up with a short skirt and a bright smile on her face as she walks to the counter.

—It's not open yet.

—Oh, really? —she bites her lip— I wanted to be early. Guess I'm too early.

But she never suggests leaving the studio and returning when it's the opening time. She just stands there, waiting for me to tell her something. Holding back a huff, I finally allow her to get in one of the rooms, so she can get ready before I start working on her tattoo.

Once I have the sticker, to follow the lines of her big tattoo, I join her inside the room, finding her lying on the chair, with her skirt a bit lifted up so I can work on her thigh.

—I need to get the machine ready —I warn her.

—It's alright —she shrugs.

Pressing my lips together, I walk over the tattoo machine, preparing the inks of different colors, the original drawing with all the colors she wanted, and everything else I will need during the process.

After I've asked her where exactly she'd want the tattoo to be placed, she redirects my hand a bit higher and takes more time than she should to let go of my fingers when I'm finally where she wants me to be.

Working on this one is hell. First of all, she tries to start some small talk that annoys me more than it should. She's just asking random questions to keep a conversation going, when I've already shown I don't want to keep the conversation going. She also keeps moving constantly, which forces me to call her out and hold her thigh to keep her still. And the worst of it all, she "accidentally" lifts her skirt enough to show me she's wearing no panties.

For fuck's sake.

Either way, I try to be as professional as I can, ignoring all of this is even happening so I can finish the tattoo as soon as possible.

And two hours later, it's finally done. My heart skips a beat, and I can't help but smile when I see that Y/n is standing next to the crystal shelves -filled with piercings- as she holds tight to my leather jacket.

That floral top she's wearing today looks amazing on her.

I rush to place myself behind the counter, so I can get rid of my customer and be alone with Y/n as soon as possible. But, of course, she won't leave the studio without trying to hit on me again.

—Do you have plans for tonight? —she casually mentions.

I still see Y/n rolling her eyes at that question, as she starts looking away from the both of us.

—My roommate is away for the... —I try to cut her off before she finishes the sentence, but someone talks before I do.

—You left your jacket at my place last night —Y/n stands next to her—. I only came to give it to you.

Leaving the jacket on the counter, I can see she's attempting to leave, but I stop her before she's even able to take one step towards the door.

—You can stay a bit —I let her know—. I'll finish up fast.

And just like that, the flirty smile turns into a serious expression that avoids any type of eye contact with me, before she almost runs away from the studio when I hand her the ticket.

—Why do you want me to stay? —Y/n finally asks when we're alone— You have work to do.

—I don't have any customers until three —I shrug.

She nods and looks away. And, with that, a loud silence surrounds us before I try to think about something we could talk about right now.

The deal.

—Did you do what I told you last night?

—Thinking about my past? —she crosses her arms over her chest— Sure, but do you want us to talk about that right now? —I see her frowning.

—Why not? —I lead her to the room where I work.

Giving me a tiny smile, she nods and walks to the door I pointed to. Walking behind her, I can see her head moving in different directions as she tries to get a glimpse of every small detail in my workplace, until she finally stands next to the tattoo chair.

I know she'll be nervous to talk about that if I'm only looking at her, so after sitting on my chair, I move to the little desk in the corner to work on the designs I have to do this afternoon.

—I had strict parents —she starts—. I rarely was allowed to leave the house, and sneaking away was impossible. It was a fucking bunker —she excuses herself—. I remember at some point they even installed a locator app on my phone when I got the first one at fourteen. And, trust me, dealing with the consequences of deactivating it was way worse than doing what I was told.

—Shit.

And I thought my parents were strict... Why would they do something like that?

—What about in school?

Even if you're controlled in your house, kids spend at least seven hours in school. There are a lot of things you can do around that time.

—Hmm —she finally sits on the tattoo chair—. In school I was too focused on my studies —she shrugs—. I had pretty good grades I had to maintain.

—Good grades and you ended up doing Fine Arts?

—You also did Fine Arts.

—How do you know? —but it doesn't take me too long to know how she got that information— Never mind. Soo —I lead the conversation back to its original topic—. What I meant is: I was a donkey in high school, but you were good at it. People that are good at studying usually go for... other types of degrees.

—Well, having the ability isn't the same as liking neither of those degrees or careers.

—You moved to New York for college, right? —I arch my eyebrows.

She, at first, looks confused by that statement, but she finally nods.

—Let's say I didn't really have the chance.

—You made no friends in college?

—My grandma paid for my studies, so I started working to pay her back. When people were doing extracurriculars or going to parties, I was heading to a call center to do the night shifts nobody wanted to do.

—And in class? —I insist.

—I didn't really feel like talking to anyone —her voice trembles slightly.

It seems like this conversation has brought her down, rather than lighting up her mood or trying to find a solution.

I wasn't lying when I said I was a donkey.

—Guys didn't try to make moves on you either? —she shakes her head— You probably scared them away with that bitch resting face —I joke, trying to bring the vibes of the conversation to our original dynamic— Yes! That one.

—You're an asshole.

—Thank you —I get up from my chair.

While I'm saving the drawing back to the paper folder, I hear her voice curiously saying:

—I thought tattoo artists used tablets for that.

—I rather work on paper.

I tried to work on Mark's iPad not long ago, and it ended awfully. Designs were mixed, if not deleted, and we both had to redo a lot of things. That's why I try to keep my hands away from that work.

—So? —she lifts her eyebrows— What was all that interrogatory for?

—I don't know —I shrug—. I was curious. Maybe it could be of use in the future.

That way, I can also know how social she used to be or what her friendship dynamics were as she grew up. But it's more difficult knowing I have no base, and nothing to work on right now. She's like a blank canvas.

—And why did we meet here? We could've met up at my place.

—We've met at your place the other times —I move closer to her, after I've sat back on my chair.

—Then yours.

I haven't taken a girl home since I broke up with Leslie. It might seem crazy and dumb, but I think it'd be disrespectful to my own peace to bring someone I barely know to my safe place. I know Y/n isn't a random hook up, and maybe that's what makes me step back the most when it comes to taking her to my home. It'd mean to be a little more vulnerable in front of her. And I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet.

—What? —she laughs— You have dead bodies in your freezer?

—No —I lean closer to her—. I don't feel comfortable bringing people over.

I take advantage of her opening her lips to speak again to kiss her slowly, sucking on her lower lip as if it were the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Landing a hand on her thigh, I feel her moving her head back to break the kiss.

—And I don't feel comfortable with whatever you're planning to do here —she murmurs, with her eyes still closed—. Don't make me kick your motorbike again.

—Gotcha —that comment made me smile on her lips—. But I want to keep kissing you.

And she doesn't oppose that, Y/n pulls me closer by wrapping her fingers around my neck. And I'm sure I could do this for hours if I were able to. She's too addictive.

—Do you have plans for tonight?

—I'm meeting up with the girls —I unconsciously start drawing circles on her knee, over her jeans.

—Girls' night? —she nods— That's nice.

—Yeah... —she moves her eyes away from me— It's a bit weird for me still. You know, having a group of friends to hang out with. But I like it. It's nice

And it's great she's feeling like this for the first time. I know Soo, Tam and Mel can be a bit intimidating at first, because they have this close clique vibe when you first meet them, but they three only have good intentions when it comes to Y/n. And I can tell why. She's someone that certainly can protect herself perfectly fine, but at the same time, she needs protection and a lot of support when it comes to her social life. And the fact that she's working on it this way is amazing.

—What? —she asks, when she's aware of the look I'm giving her.

—Nothing —I shrug, moving away to stand up and get some distance between us—. Have fun tonight —I tell her—, and maybe try to meet someone. Or, at least, don't use that insecure control freak personality if a guy reaches out to you. Fake it 'till you make it.

—I'll do my best —she gets up as well.

Try to meet someone, but it'd be better if you don't... I'm a big asshole for even thinking that.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #jungkook pov #Under His Skin #armpirate